A sequel to GIRLS NIGHT. IMAGES HERE.
The Doctor and her former arch-nemesis The Mistress, have begun performing on the most exclusive pleasure yacht in history. But what do the pair of slutty time-ladies actually want aboard The Elysium, and why do none of the guests who win a trip backstage ever come back?
TW: M/F, F/F, FUTA/F, Mind Control, Transformation, Feminisation, Pregnancy, Egg Laying,
-o-o-o-
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
A thumping, pumping beat.
In the dark of the Asphodel Lounge, it meant only one thing.
The bass of the beat hammered faster and faster, the club lights started glowing and flashing, darting around the room before swivelling towards the central stage. Every other light in the club went dark, the women who had been rolling and gyrating their glistening bodies on the other stages slunk back into the gloom, leaving all eyes to stare longingly at the empty circle glowing in front of them.
The soft, black curtain at the end of the catwalk rippled slightly, there was a subtle intake of breath amongst the crowd, and a long, shapely leg slipped into view.
The tip of its knife-sharp stiletto heel tapped the stage, almost glowingly pink, the kind of bright, plastic pink that fitted best on a sinful, slutty, sex object.
Perfectly daintily, the foot found its place and pulled its owner past the curtains into the low light. Soft, creamy skin glowed and glimmered as the lights danced over her, oiled and dappled with sparkling glitter. Shining pink heels and panties and pasties flashed like fire as she stood and bathed in the gaze of her audience. A plump lip, the same violent pink as her outfit and the highlights in her hair, was tugged on by pearly teeth before curling into a smouldering smile.
The Doctor, one of the last of the Time-Lords, a two-thousand-year-old genius with trillions of lives in her debt and billions more with their blood on her hands, let out a low, sultry chuckle and bounced her tits for the crowd below. The scourge of the Cybermen, the destroyer of the Daleks, the saviour of Gallifrey, the heir to Rassilon… The Doctor had been given many titles over her life, but here, in this lounge where she was desired and lusted after by every soul, she had only one title:
The main event.
“You want to fuck me soooo bad, don’t you boys?”
The Doctor purred, hands slipping over her smooth stomach to her fat, heavy breasts and up over them to her collarbone. She rolled her hips from side to side hypnotically, still staring into the crowd with smug sexuality.
“You want your hands on my body… your lips on my tits… your cock deep, deeeeep inside.” She crooned, letting her hands tangle in her golden hair and gently swaying her heaving udders from side to side.
“Of course they do.” A second voice breathed, softer and cooler than The Doctor’s, but no less lustful.
The curtain parted and a second woman prowled onto the catwalk that led to the stage, dressed identically to her fellow dancing time-whore. She was slimmer and paler than her sister, with sleek black hair coiffed over one shoulder. Her heels clicked sharply as she slid her hands over The Doctor’s hips before bringing them up to her tits.
“They worship you… they worship us.” The Mistress hissed, voice low and snakelike, but projected across the room by some hidden insidious force. “Can you feel their eyes on us, my love?”
“I can, baby, I can.” The Doctor crooned, spinning and pressing her chest up against The Mistress’. Warm, pink, star-shaped pasties glued onto rock-hard nipples rubbed against cool, pale blue heart-shaped stickers clinging to The Mistress’ own diamond-hard nubs.
Their mouths met, pink and blue lips parting and pressing together as wet tongues slathered one another in a slimy wrestle.
“Shall we give them a show?”
“How could we not?”
-o-o-o-
It wasn’t the first time Maro Pavin had seen the Queens of Elysium perform, in fact he was probably the one person in the room who had seen them the most, which given he had nothing to his name but the clothes on his back was quite some feat.
Even getting aboard the Elysium in the first place cost billions, and the universe’s most exclusive pleasure cruiser made no exceptions. Aside from the crew and the entertainers, the only people who ever set foot aboard were the richest of the rich, and even most of them couldn’t afford all of the ship’s exotic pleasures.
Some people had bankrupted themselves trying to reach the lounges and dungeons that homed the most carnal pleasures available, throwing enough money to buy entire planets away in a desperate bid to satisfy themselves with the best the Elysium had to offer. Rumour was that the Queens of Elysium had the names of all the people who had ruined themselves for a moment of their company engraved onto the diamond walls of their suite. Maro thought that was probably just made up to give the stupid bastards who coveted them some comfort, as if they mattered enough to even be remembered once their money ran dry.
No one every came back from The Queen's suites to confirm the rumours though, but that wasn't a surprise. No-one won their attention without bankrupting themselves, and as soon as that happened they were put on the soonest shuttle home. That in and of itself created all new rumours about just what it was The Queens did to their chosen playmates. There were stories that after just one climax any mortal soul would commit suicide, knowing they'd never feel the bliss of The Doctor and Mistress' bodies like that again. Other stories said that just one kiss would leave you helplessly addicted, and that in their suite was a legion of loyal servants who would never leave, doting on their mistresses for the rest of their lives. There were even stories that The Doctor and The Mistress were, in reality, insatiable succubae who would devour their lovers mind, body and soul, draining them of life as they drained them of cum.
Maro didn't believe any of that, The Elysium simply enforced it's one rule with ruthless, efficient dedication:
If you couldn’t pay, you weren’t welcome.
Yet despite that there Maro was, sitting the shadows, watching the two most desirable women in creation sway and gyrate their perfect bodies around a platinum pole. He bit his lip as The Doctor hooked her leg around the shimmering spear of metal and leaned back, her body arching all the way until she was practically upside-down, her gorgeous tits rolling with her body and her shining golden hair flashing as it caught the light.
As The Mistress coiled herself around the pole and brought her plump pale backside up, spreading her legs in a perfect split in a gravity-defying display, he could have sworn he saw her dark eyes land on him and her blue lips curl.
He frowned to himself and shifted in his seat. Maybe he was spending too much time watching the Queens, he was starting to have the same delusions that he mattered as the stupid too-rich morons that cluttered the lounge.
Maro’s former master had been one of the many to come to the Elysium to satisfy her carnal hunger and never leave. Zaztra had always been a cruel bitch, Maro hadn’t shed any tears for her when he heard she’d been found dead on a pile of other slave boys with almost every narcotic under the sun mixed into her system. Unfortunately, it had left him stranded. He’d spent the past month skulking around the ship keeping a low profile, stealing food off abandoned tables and unattended room service carts.
Even if he had been someone of means, he doubted either of the goddesses on stage would have paid him a second thought. He was nineteen, but thin and small and looked years younger than he really was. Being completely broke also meant he hardly looked his best, his black hair was long and shaggy and his clothes were two sizes too big for him thanks to being stolen out of the crew laundry. The Queens were notoriously selective when it came to those they spent their attention on.
The Doctor had swung back upwards now and was spinning around the pole, nose to nose with The Mistress as she did the same. They leant against one another and kissed wetly before thrusting their hips forwards against the pole and snapping their heels back onto the stage.
Money was already showering down on them as they sank to their knees, sandwiching the pole between their tits and twerking their bubble-butts against the stage with loud, meaty claps. No-one carried paper cash anymore, they hadn’t for centuries, but the Queens had their own certified currency, and each fluttering green bill was worth thousands in standard credits.
Maro bit his lip as The Mistress hoisted one leg up and stood on her heel, legs straight in a split, her body curling around the pole, supported by a single, dainty hand. The plump pink mound of her pussy was irresistible, soaking and sheer in her skin-tight panties. She drew a finger along the cleft of her womanhood and purred, eyes once again moving to the crowd, and lingering, unmistakably, on Maro.
“Look at you all, drooling over what you can’t have… only one man in this room is allowed to touch my perfect pussy.” She drawled, not breaking eye contact with him until The Doctor swung her face around and nuzzled against her cunt. “And this little slut, of course.”
The Doctor giggled, suspended horizontally on the pole with her legs hooked around it. One hand was on Missy’s hip, the other was stroking against her damp pink thong, darkening it more and more with her wetness. She placed a heavy kiss against The Mistress’ pussy before neatly tearing the sheer blue panties away with her teeth.
The four-note beat was growing slowly faster, filling the lounge like a heartbeat, urging every man, woman, and alien inside to worship the glowing pair of women on stage.
“Of course, for a modest fee, I will allow one of you degenerates to at least taste it.” The Mistress growled, fingers tangling in the Doctor’s pink/blonde hair before snatching her damp panties from her mouth. “Go on… impress me.”
In an instant bills were raining down onto the stage like a hurricane. The Mistress leaned her head back and threw her hair about, purring as money fluttered down over her heaving breasts and down to her vicious heels. “That’s it.” She drawled, catching a bill with a single elegant motion and sliding it down her body. “Show me your devotion… show me your desire…”
Maro swallowed, watching as the crisp green slip was dragged through the valley of The Mistress’ cleavage, over her toned stomach, and finally over the glistening pink petals of her cunt.
“Mmhm, I can almost feel your bank accounts draining.” The Doctor moaned, sliding down onto her knees and rolling her tongue over her partner’s ass. “Bit… by… bit. All that hard… earned… cash, just pumping away.”
“She’s easily impressed.” The Mistress sighed, planting her palm on the back of the blonde’s head and pressing her tight between her cheeks. “But you’ll have to do better than that for my approval.” The stream of cash was still going, billions and billions now forming a thin carpet under The Mistress’ heel as she took one of the tassels hanging from her nipples and tugged on it hard, making her entire breasts wobble and quake before letting it fall.
“Come now, don’t disappoint your Mistress.” She groaned as The Doctor’s tongue wriggled deep inside her asshole, her hands hungrily clutching at the cruel goddess’ hips. “Just a few moments more… show me how much you love me.”
Her words were hypnotic, more than Maro knew, and as the four-beat hammering of drums hastened into its crescendo, the air of desperation in the crowd was palpable.
The beat blurred, the four-note rhythm transformed into a constant, insistent hammering, before falling silent in an instant. It wasn’t just the beat that went quiet. Every soul in the lounge was frozen, all eyes locked on the two women slowly beginning to prowl around their pole. The only sounds were the rustling click of a stiletto on a paper bill, the soft hiss of skin rubbing against skin, the hushed breathing of a hundred people all yearning for release.
“Ozara Cosumbyne.” The Doctor called out after what felt like a minute of agonising silence, leaning forwards and sandwiching her colossal breasts between her forearms. “It’s your lucky day, sweetheart.”
There was a collective release of breath across the lounge, frustration, despair, disappointment, all mingling together with overwhelming jealousy as a single woman shakily stood from her booth.
“M… me?” she croaked, eyes wide as she stared at the purring goddesses on the stage. “I… I won?”
Maro pursed his lips and watched as the woman made her way towards the stage. Cosumbyne Intergalactic was one of the largest corporations this side of the Scyllian nebula, he wondered if this was its CEO currently crawling up to The Doctor’s stilettoed feet?
She was an older woman, not unattractive, but someone Maro would never have expected to see in a strip-club, least of all this one. She was the kind of stern, buttoned-up type that came to mind when Maro thought of a headmistress, or maybe a lawyer. The kind of woman who put effort into being absolutely no fun at all. Slender body tight in a pinstriped business suit, with a shock of short silver hair and pair of thin, round-rimmed glasses on her nose, she couldn’t have looked more out of place crouched at the voluptuous blonde’s toes.
“Thirteen… trillion… credits.” The Doctor cooed as Ozara came to a trembling halt, kneeling at her feet and practically panting up at her. “All for us?”
“A… all for you.” Ozara croaked, “D… Doctor.”
“What do you want in return?” The Doctor giggled, taking a step forward and slipping her fingers into Ozara’s hair. She grinned, pulling the woman’s cheek flush with her glittering thigh. “Would you like to play?”
“Please…” Ozara whimpered, mouth open in a pant, her eyes glued to The Doctor’s glistening womanhood just centimetres away from her lips. “I’ll give you more… trillions more… every penny I have.”
“Good girrrrl.” The Time-whore smiled, guiding Ozara to her cunt and purring as her latest victim began to devour her with utter, obsessive devotion.
The Doctor bounced her hair about and jiggled her udders, a final cruel taunt to the rest of the lounge who ached to be in Ozara’s place, before extending her hand to The Mistress.
“Such a needy slut she is.” The black-haired beauty breathed, nipping The Doctor’s ear as she passed behind her. In an instant she was flush with the shorter woman’s back, palms sliding over her hips as she ground her body up against her partner. “But I suppose we could do worse…”
Silently, she dangled her own damp panties from a manicured finger, letting the crowd get a good look, before she crouched and grabbed Ozara by the scalp.
“Just as promised, greedy girl.” She purred, yanking Ozara back from The Doctor’s cunt just long enough to plant her panties firmly over her head, before pushing her back into her partner’s pussy. “A keepsake… to remind you what you’ve given to us.”
Maro watched, admittedly envious, as The Mistress crouched down beside Ozara and forced her face between The Doctor’s thighs. The way she smiled, the way she purred, her slender fingers raking through the older woman’s hair as she cast an imperious glance over the watching crowd, it was just intoxicating.
“Don’t be bitter… there’s nothing less attractive than jealousy.” She drawled, parting her thighs and petting her naked pussy. “Besides… I still haven’t chosen my man…”
Once again, her eyes moved and lingered, very deliberately, on Maro.
“Come here, dear.”
Maro blinked, he didn’t move, he couldn’t, not even as The Mistress smiled and every eye in the lounge turned to look at him.
“M… me?” He managed to croak, his body moving on its own, standing and staggering towards the stage. “B.. but I didn’t… I don’t…”
“I want you.” The Mistress cooed, curling a finger as he stumbled up to the edge of the stage and awkwardly clambered up to the intoxicating time-whore’s feet. “There we go… such a good boy.”
“Mistress?” he whispered, voice dying in his throat as she reached down and took his hand. An electric shock ran through his body as their skin met, just touching her felt amazing. He could feel his dick throbbing and pulsing in his ill-fitting pants, desperate for any attention the goddess smiling down at him could give. She pulled him to his feet and pressed a kiss to his cheek, marking him with her lipstick as he stammered and stared into her depthless eyes.
“You’ve all done so well, darlings.” The Mistress crooned to the horde of her admirers, circling Maro as she smiled and batted her lashes to the crowd. Her hands never left his body, stroking over his chest, his shoulders, over his flaming cheeks and up into his shaggy hair. “Do come back tomorrow everyone, we’ve got such a special treat waiting for you.”
The whispers were immediate, every soul in the lounge wondering what the Queens could possibly have planned for them. It was almost enough to distract them from The Mistress herself, who draped her arms around Maro’s neck and thrust her breasts into his face, grinning over the top of his head to her adoring fans.
“Tomorrow, my needy little things.” She promised, “Everyone gets lucky.”
And with that she turned on a heel, planted a surprisingly strong hand on Maro’s back, and guided him behind the curtain to follow The Doctor and her pet.
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The walls of the Queens’ suite were not made of diamonds, or platinum, or godstone, or any other infinitely expensive substance. In reality, they weren’t made of anything.
Instead of stepping past the curtain into the most lavish and luxurious home in the cosmos, The Mistress led Maro into a dark, dingy access tunnel. Exposed pipes lined the walls, wires ran bundled up like vines along the ceiling. The floor was a dull, harsh, grated steel that Maro was amazed The Doctor and The Mistress could walk on in their bladed stilettos.
It was hot and humid and it stank of sweat, hardly the living space of a queen.
“Wh… what?” Maro managed to gasp, just that one word taking so much effort to say as The Mistress led him along by his collar deeper into the dark.
“No talking, my love… we don’t need words, you and I.” The Mistress cooed, pulling him close and tipping his chin up to meet her in a long, hungry kiss. It felt like Maro was being pulled inside out, everything he was getting drawn like a magnet into The Mistress’ lips as she nuzzled close and tangled her tongue with his. “Come, be a good boy.”
Maro obeyed, entranced, mouth still hanging open and the time-whore’s taste on his lips.
Ahead of them The Doctor was sashaying along, Ozara’s tie in her fist, the older woman crawling on all fours across the grated floor without complaint. There was a chamber beyond the corridor, where a warm orange glow was emanating along with a burning heat.
Maro groaned weakly as The Mistress tugged him out of the tunnel and into what could only have been The Elysium’s engine room. Huge cylindrical furnaces reached from floor to ceiling, blazing hotter than stars. Pipes and tubes and machinery tangled around like a labyrinth, but in the middle of the metal mess was a wide, low bed.
The Doctor was already on it, laid back on a mountain of silk pillows with her legs spread wide around Ozara’s face. Her outfit was gone, her body naked and glistening from head to toe. The furnace fire reflected off her eyes as she lay there grinning. She didn’t look angelic anymore, quite the opposite.
“Such a handsome boy.” The Mistress crooned into Maro’s ear, pushing him to the bed and down onto his back. She was on top of him in an instant, hands on his shoulders, her thighs squeezing tight around his waist. “I’m your first, aren’t I? I can spot a virgin a mile away.”
Maro wanted to deny it, wanted to say anything, but The Mistress only giggled and began to roll her hips against his pounding erection. “A big boy too… you’ll make so many sluts happy once I’ve finished.”
She reached down and sank her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp as she ground herself against his cock. “Oh yes… you’ll be my masterpiece.”
Her hands abandoned Maro’s head and he spotted something metal glinting in her grasp, a silver hairpin, god only knew where she’d gotten it from. She flashed a dazzling smile and raised the pin before bringing it down at his chest. For a horrible instant he thought she was going to stab him, but the second the pin touched his shirt the fabric sizzled and vaporised.
“A compact defabricator.” The Mistress smiled, stroking his bare chest with her slender palm, turning the pin in her free hand and tapping it against her own heaving breast. The pasties, her corset, her panties and heels, they all turned into baby blue mist, leaving her naked and pale atop Maro’s terrified body. “It makes things so much more convenient, don’t you think?”
“Uh.” Was about all Maro could say, it seemed to make The Mistress laugh.
She lay herself down on top of him, her taller frame pushing her breasts up to his panting lips as she rolled her body back and forth. Her hands guided his head to her nipple and pushed him tight, stroking his hair as he began to suck and lick at her tit.
Maro felt like a passenger in his own body, adrift in a sea of sensation as The Mistress gently eased his aching cock inside herself. It was bliss, more than bliss, it was like all his life he’d been in agony, frozen and tortured, but the second he was inside her everything was ok again.
The Time-whore moaned and gyrated against him, moving his head like a puppet from one breast to the other, and occasionally craning his neck backwards to meet her in a kiss.
“Good boy… such a good boy.” She purred, riding him with perfect gracefulness, “I chose so well… you’re such a good boy.”
Every time the words passed her lips Maro felt his body glow just a little hotter, like she was energizing him with just her voice.
Without a moment of experience soon he was pumping up into The Mistress like a professional stud, his hands clinging to her waist as she bounced and rode him, purring and egging him on all the while. Her fingers roamed over his chest, feeling his heartbeat, stroking his collarbone, gently taking hold of his throat just tight enough to make him gasp and crane his neck away from her touch.
“Who am I?” she asked softly, arching her back and tightening her grip on his wrists until it hurt.
“You… are the M… Mistress.” Maro breathed without even thinking, eyes locked onto hers, unable to stop staring into her even if he’d wanted to.
She smiled and traced a finger over his lips, wiggling her hips on top of him and sighing happily. “And you will obey me.”
Maro could only moan as finally he felt his body tighten. The Mistress locked her hands around his throat and squeezed as he came. She moaned hotly, eyes fluttering as her hips clapped against him faster and harder, strangling the life out of him as she bounced and bounced and bounced. The sensation of hot young cum jetting into her seemed to drive her mad, her teeth baring in an unhinged grin and her eyes flashing with manic hunger as she moaned and rode him faster and harder.
At last, just as Maro was about to pass out, she froze with a shudder and sighed, letting her hands go slack. She sat heavily on Maro’s cock and bit her lip, savouring her orgasm and the sensation of Maro’s cum simmering inside her.
“Ohhhh, good boy.” She whispered, stroking Maro’s cheeks with her thumbs. “Verrrry well done.”
Maro could only lay limply beneath her, gasping for breath as The Mistress’ cunt gently milked the last of his load into itself. He felt paralysed, helpless beneath the Time-whore’s soft, warm ass as she sat and admired his blushing face.
“Such a handsome young man.” She crooned, leaning down and taking one of his lips between her teeth. “You’re going to be a good boy for your mistress, aren’t you?”
“Yes… mistress…” Maro breathed robotically, gasping as The Mistress began to roll her hips again. She laughed softly and caressed his cheeks before closing her hands around his throat again.
“You really started thrusting when I choked you.” The Mistress whispered, lips brushing against Maro’s ear as she began to twerk her bubble butt on his overstimulated cock. “Was it just desperation to please me, were you just mad with need thinking about how much you needed to fill my hot little hole? Did you think maybe if you fucked me hard enough I’d let you go? Or were you just so desperate to cum inside me before you died?”
Maro wheezed pitifully as the Time-whore moaned and dragged her tongue along his cheek. “Or are you just a little pervert?”
He couldn’t reply, but she didn’t seem to care, just laughing and rising up off his throbbing erection with a sigh of satisfaction. Maro’s cum oozed out of her immaculately groomed slit as she smiled and knelt down beside him, sliding her fingers up and down his shaft to collect the thin sheen of spunk and quim covering him.
“I hope our little experiment doesn’t ruin this lovely cock of yours, darling.” The Mistress cooed, sucking her fingers one at a time before pulling Maro upright and resting him against her heaving chest. “You’re delicious, in more ways than one.”
She turned his head to face The Doctor and Ozara, purring hungrily as she watched her sister in sluttiness play.
The Doctor had her thighs clamped around Ozara’s head, grinding her hips forwards into the older woman’s face as it grew redder and redder by the second. One hand tangled in the CEO’s silver hair, yanking her up and down and left and right, all the while keeping her entrapped in her pussy. As Ozara moaned and trembled, suffocating in The Doctor’s cunt, the blonde only giggled and moaned, mauling her tits with her free hand as Ozara’s tongue vanished deeper and deeper into her babymaker.
“Ohhhh fuck.” The Doctor moaned, biting her lip and thrusting her hips upwards. “That’s it you stupid human slut, deeper! Drown in my fucking pussy!”
Ozara’s eyes, glassy and bloodshot from lack of air, stared mindlessly up at her past a carpet of blonde curls as she obeyed. Her shaking hands clutched at The Doctor’s ass and hips, prying any leverage they could to force her head tighter against the time-whore’s cunt. She was trembling from head to toe, still snug in her dishevelled pinstripe suit, now soaking at the crotch.
“Oh gods I’m gonna cum againnnn!” The Doctor squealed, eyes crossing as she grabbed Ozara by the skull and mashed her into her cunt. There was a splash as the blonde’s quim squirted around Ozara’s gaping mouth, followed by a long, wet, rattling gasp as the poor businesswoman was finally allowed to breathe.
Maro swallowed as he watched Ozara wheeze for air on the mattress just a few feet away, her face smeared with The Doctor’s nectar, her eyes dazed and stupid, just like he felt.
“Good?” The Mistress asked, guiding Maro’s face to her nipple and making him suck.
“She’s so enthusiastic, just like all our toys.” The Doctor grinned, propping herself up on her elbows and presenting a dainty foot to Ozara’s panting tongue. Instantly the silver-haired woman was kissing and licking at it, her sloppy tongue dancing around The Doctor’s toes and up and down her sole, leaving it wet and sticky in her wake.
“M… more.” Ozara whined, eyes glassy and lifeless as she crouched and slobbered, grinding her hips against the mattress like a beast in heat. “Doc… tor.”
“This one is such a treat.” The Mistress purred, kissing Maro’s hair as he suckled and chewed on her nipple. “A cute young stud just begging to show me what he can do.”
“Well that’s quite enough foreplay for me.” The Doctor cooed, getting to her feet and stroking her hands from her tits up into her hair. She cocked a hip and curled a finger to Ozara, smiling as the panting woman knelt and stared up at her adoringly.
The Doctor looked gorgeous even now, without all of the glamour of being up on the stage. Completely naked, drenched with sweat, with smeared lipstick and still some body glitter shimmering on her perfect tits and dumptruck ass, she put every other woman aboard the ship to shame, except maybe the one feeding her tit to a helpless teenager just a few feet away.
The blonde grinned and grasped Ozara’s tie, tugging on it firmly as she hopped off the bed and lead her towards one of the doors leading off from the engine chamber. “Want to come watch, baby?”
The Mistress hummed, stroking Maro’s cock with long, deliberate motions as she shook her head and smiled. “I’m happy right where I am, let me know if it works.”
“If it works, you’ll hear me screaming first.” The Doctor promised, before pulling Ozara up to her feet and clapping her sharply on her tight butt. “Come on, Mrs. Cosumbyne, you’ve got a date with destiny… and a special someone else too.”
With that the pair disappeared through the door, leaving Maro alone in the clutches of The Mistress.
With The Mistress distracted, Maro felt his mind clear a little and groaned, pulling his head away from her breast. “Wh… what are you… doing?”
The Mistress seemed surprised, but then grinned and pushed him down onto his back, kissing his chest as she stroked his cock. “Look at you, shaking off my influence so quick… I knew you were a special one.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Shhhh.” The Mistress breathed, pressing a finger to his lips and kissing his cheek. “It’s ok… You don’t need to understand, just obey… obey your Mistress.”
She was back on top of him with one fluid motion, rolling and rocking her hips with a gleaming smile on her lips. All Maro could do was stare at her as she rode him, her beautiful face, her gorgeous breasts, her supple stomach and her silky soft pussy just clamping down around his cock.
Her bouncing tits were almost as hypnotic as her voice, so much so that when Maro came again he was more surprised than The Mistress. She purred happily and stroked his chest, savouring the sensation of her second creampie of the night, before bringing her hands to her nipples and toying hungrily with each tiny bead of flesh.
“I think we’ve waited long enough… shall we go see what The Doctor is up to? I’d hate to miss the big moment.” She cooed, and before Maro could wonder just how long he’d been staring entranced at her hypnotising dancing boobs, he found himself being dragged off the bed and led towards the door The Doctor had left through.
The heat was dryer in this new chamber, but that wasn’t much of a blessing. Maro shielded his eyes with his hands in the sudden light, eventually blinking up at the huge sunlamps blazing on the ceiling. He stumbled slightly, wondering what they were for, before bringing his gaze down to where the Mistress was leading him.
Even entranced, he couldn’t help but scream at what he saw.
A monster.
That was a fucking monster!
Massive and scaly and angry and… a monster!
Maro squeaked and tried to run, but The Mistress’ hands kept him firm, pushing him further towards the towering creature as it snarled and turned its scaly face to them. Maro remembered the cautionary tales his mother had told him about bonelickers and throatbreakers and clawshadows, all the horrible reptilian beasts that had preyed on the frontier towns when she was a girl. Some of them had been hulking dragonesque behemoths, others tiny terrors that would scuttle into a child’s crib at night and feast.
Others had looked like women.
Women like the one licking her lips with a forked tongue as she looked him up and down.
“Azlak darling, I’ve brought you another lover.” The Mistress crooned, stroking her fingers through Maro’s hair but keeping him firmly in her grasp. “Isn’t he a handsome boy?”
“Hrrrrrn.” The Amazonian lizard-woman growled, clutching the mindless mess of Ozara Cosumbyne against her crotch. “Another ape.”
“Don’t be rude, love.” The Doctor chuckled, appearing behind the green-scaled woman and kissing her cheek. The taller creature snarled and jerked her head away, but a darker green blush came to her face nonetheless. “I think he’s lovely.”
“Please…” Maro croaked, staring up at The Mistress. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t do what, darling?” The Mistress purred, nuzzling against his cheek and planting a kiss on him. “Aren’t you having fun with me?”
“It’s a monster… please… don’t give me to it.”
“She’s just a woman, darling.” The Mistress cooed, “She won’t bite… unless I tell her to.”
“I… I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here, I knew I shouldn’t be watching you… please… just let me go?”
“No no no,” The Mistress gasped softly, pressing herself into his back and wrapping her hand around his cock. “This isn’t a punishment, your Mistress just needs your help. You want to help your mistress, don’t you? You want to make mommy happy?”
Maro whimpered, feeling as he throbbed against The Mistress’ palm, her voice coiling into his ear like a serpent and fogging his brain. All he could focus on was her scent, the softness of her skin, how badly he wanted to fuck her silky palm until he’d blown every last cell of sperm in his body.
“Mo…mmy.” He croaked, already pumping his hips forward into her hand. “Mercy…”
“Shhh.” The Mistress sighed, “No more talking, it’s time for mommy to make your dick feel good one last time… ok?”
Maro felt the tears on his cheeks as The Mistress began to jerk him off, her lips kissing up and down his cheek as she began to coo into his ear.
“Azlak here is our friend, a Silurian from Earth’s distant past.” She promised, “We’ve been playing together for months now, ever since we started our little experiment.”
Her motions were slow and steady, teasingly milking his cock over and over and over again as she forced him to stare at the Silurian, the broken mess of Ozara, and the grinning, giggling monster that was The Doctor.
“You see, The Doctor and I just want to have fun, and we’ll live long enough to enjoy every species that ever evolved. I’d be happy with just that, fucking and sucking my way throughout all creation, but The Doctor promises me that there’s something even better than getting fucked: getting BRED.” The Mistress sighed, and Maro felt himself shiver, his hips pumping against her desperately. He felt weak, drained, like every drop of cum he spilled for The Mistress was draining his life force, if she hadn’t been holding him he would have collapsed, but The Mistress wanted him to watch. “The universe is so big… so many species we want to play with just aren’t compatible with us. We could fuck entire planets, soak up enough sperm to drown a sun, and we just wouldn’t get pregnant. That doesn’t seem fair, does it?”
“N… no, Mistress.” Maro mumbled, watching as Azlak scooped Ozara up into her arms and began pummelling her sloppy pussy even harder. The older woman shook and trembled like a ragdoll, but never stopped smiling even as she was violated inside and out.
“We’ve been experimenting down here all this time, cooking up something very special.” The Mistress cooed, “All that money good boys and girls like you give us, it’s all spent on equipment, on chemicals, on anything and everything we need to make ourselves perfect.”
Maro’s eyes darted over to the wall of the chamber where bank after bank of lab equipment sat sizzling and steaming. In a massive tangled glass apparatus a pearly purple liquid boiled, slowly dripping into two vials.
“Universally compatible fertility.” She whispered, confirming his suspicions. “Soon any creature in existence will be able to bend us over and fuck a baby into our holes. But we need test subjects just to be safe, we wouldn’t want to hurt ourselves after all. That’s why you’re hear, my good obedient boy, to help us just like miss Cosumbyne.”
Her grip tightened sharply on his cock and Maro moaned. Three thick ropes of pearly cum splattering onto the metal floor as The Mistress licked his cheek and patted his dick approvingly. An instant later, across the room, Azlak let out a passionate roar as a splatter of sperm erupted from where her cock pierced Ozara’s gaping cunt, and dropped her breeding doll to the ground.
Plap.
Ozara hit the floor with a wet splat, mouth hanging open, eyes closed in blissful unconsciousness. Her slender frame was marked with claw cuts, Silurian spunk, and her own sweat. Her short grey hair was messy and tangled, the lenses of her glasses were shattered. She had won the attention of the Queens of Elysium, and they had destroyed her.
The Doctor purred hungrily, prowling around Azlak’s waist and caressing her throbbing pink cock, making the lizard woman blush and mew like a kitten. “Missy love, speed up the process?”
The Mistress chuckled and let Maro fall to the floor too, stepping over him and producing a slender silver tube seemingly out of thin air. Maro watched, exhausted, as the dark haired psychopath pointed the tube’s three barrels at Ozara’s helpless form and pulled the trigger.
“Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Ozara’s scream echoed off the metal walls of the chamber, a keening howl of mixed agony and bliss that burst out of her throat as she spasmed and jerked. Her eyes shot open, rolling back in her skull as her mouth hung open, howling into the air. A jet of cum arced out of her heavily used pussy, splattering the floor as she shook and screamed. It looked like she was being vibrated, her entire body blurring slightly as she spasmed on the ground.
As Maro watched, her belly swelled. At first it was only a slight bump, but every second it seemed like the poor woman was being inflated, her stomach bulging and growing fatter and rounder until she was unmistakably pregnant. But it didn’t stop there, The Mistress kept her thumb pressed down on the device, cackling with delight as Ozara’s belly grew and grew and grew.
Six months pregnant, seven, eight, a full nine months. Ozara bucked her hips, thighs spread wide, steam pouring off her body as she swelled and screamed and spewed quim over the floor.
At last, just as Maro thought Ozara was about to burst, The Mistress relented.
“Cooked to perfection.” The Doctor giggled, kneeling beside the broken woman and slapping her on the cheek to wake her up.
“Whuh… buh.” Ozara gurgled, weakly raising her head and staring at her colossal belly. Her moment of disbelief was cut short as her stomach twitched and she let out a sharp squeak.
“Here we go.” The Mistress breathed, crouching down and turning Maro’s head to stare at the panting wreck of a CEO.
Ozara grunted heavily, palms cradling her stomach, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Her shaking legs forced themselves to bend, bracing against the floor and wedging themselves wide open as Ozara’s cunt began to throb and leak and slowly push open.
“Oh… oh gaaawd.” The older woman moaned, quivering as Azlak’s cum and her own arousal splattered the ground beneath her like a waterfall, pushed out of her cunt by something large and round and hard.
Maro stared in amazement as Ozara’s pussy stretched wider and wider, a slick, smooth surface revealing itself as it slipped oh-so slowly out of her.
An egg, maybe the same size of her head, inched its way out of Ozara’s conquered cunt and slid onto the ground. It was a pale grey, with a thick mottled shell that steamed even in the warm air of the engine room. Every inch of it was slick with cum and Ozara’s arousal, and it was only getting wetter as its mother continued to howl and squirt, not nearly finished yet.
How Ozara hadn’t been torn apart by birthing one of the massive eggs was beyond Maro, but even as the second, third and fourth popped free of her cunt she seemed no worse for wear, not physically at least.
As she flopped limply onto the ground, belly deflated and pussy still twitching, she was completely catatonic. Maro knew instinctively that Ozara Cosumbyne had left the building, and she wouldn’t be coming back.
The Doctor cooed as she knelt down by Ozara’s clutch, stroking her palms over each egg before pulling out a silver tube similar to The Mistress’ and pointing it down at them.
“Four perfect, healthy little girls.” She grinned victoriously as the device trilled, first at The Mistress, and then to Azlak. “Congratulations baby, you’re a daddy.”
“I did not believe…” the Silurian murmured before smiling. “Children… all of my own.”
The Doctor smiled and kissed the nearest egg, enjoying its heat against her hands and the pride glowing on Azlak’s face.
“Stop fucking around and get the compound already!”
The Mistress’ cry shattered the strange intimacy of the moment, the mad time-whore bounding across the makeshift lab towards the bubbling liquids still simmering against the wall.
“It’s not a race, silly!” The Doctor giggled, hopping up and scampering after her. By the time she caught up, The Mistress had already snatched up a vial full of pearlescent purple liquid. The Doctor grabbed the second one and stared at it like it was solid gold. “Finally.”
“Bottoms up, my love.” The Mistress purred, before tipping her vial into her mouth. The Doctor mirrored her in an instant, grabbed her by the back of her head, and pulled her in for a deep, long kiss.
As both women moaned and shared the serum between them, a faint purple glow emanated from their stomachs, and then faded.
The kiss went on gratuitously, long past once every drop of serum had been swallowed, but finally the two Time-whores pulled apart with a voracious hunger in their eyes.
“Do you feel any different?”
“I’m hungry for a thick load,” The Doctor smiled slyly, “So no… but it worked… I know it did.”
“Then let’s get started!”
Maro had managed to force himself up onto his knees as the Queens giggled and downed their strange potion. He groaned, pressing a palm to his forehead as he stared at the mad women, the broken husk of Ozara, and Azlak, now sitting and cradling her eggs with delight.
As he watched, The Doctor grabbed Azlak by the shoulders and threw her onto her back, mounting her in one swift motion and sinking to the root of her fat lizard cock in one motion. In an instant she was bouncing and twerking, her gorgeous ass clapping against the Silurian’s thighs. She moaned with delight, tousling her hair with one hand and mauling a plump tit with the other. Even as dazed and terrified as Maro was, he couldn’t help but stare longingly at The Doctor’s perfect body.
Then a sharp pain blossomed in his chest.
He glanced down and saw a strange feathered pink something sticking into his skin. Without thinking, he reached down and plucked it, frowning in confusion at the inch-long dart. A strange pink goo dribbled off its tip the same colour as its plume at the other end.
“Oops.” The Mistress giggled, and Maro glanced up to see her standing over him, leaning forwards with her tits between her forearms. “Oh I’m sorry sweetie… did that hurt?”
“What… what was that?”
“Oh nothing you need to worry about. You wouldn’t understand anyway, human boys are so stupid.” The Mistress purred, giving her chest a wiggle and making her breasts bob pleasantly. Maro groaned, feeling strangely feverish, and forced his eyes away from those fertile tits to The Mistress’ face.
“I’m… not… stupid.” He growled, staggering to his feet. The fog that had been clouding his thoughts seemed to be burning away with his fever, in fact everything seemed sharper now. His vision was locked onto The Mistress, seeing the wet shine on her lips, the swell of her breasts as she breathed, the subtle quiver of her pussy as she rubbed her thighs together in excitement.
He could smell her arousal, her perfume, the scent of cum lingering on her skin and the strange sweetness of the serum she’d drunk. She was soft and supple and fertile, and she was making him angry.
“Oh, did I hurt your feelings, little boy?” The Mistress smiled sweetly.
Maro snarled and lashed out with a hand, but the dark haired female danced out of his reach, jiggling and bouncing deliciously as she moved. The longer he looked at her, the harder it was to believe he’d ever been afraid of her. She was attractive yes, but her power was in her words, and Maro wasn’t listening anymore.
His cock was throbbing desperately between his thighs as he lumbered forwards, teeth bared as he groaned at the horrible aching all over his body. He glanced down, staggering and trying to balance himself as his mind burned, and saw that his once perfectly average dick was now a fat pink pillar of meat longer than his forearm. It pulsed, blood roaring through bulging veins, every inch of it ridged and bumped as virile muscle strained against his skin.
“Oooh, not so little anymore though.” The Mistress teased, circling around him and easily dodging his flailing claws. “And not quite a boy either, are you sweetie?”
“Stop… talking!” Maro growled, spit slathering over his plump, kissable lips, dripping off his fangs as he snarled. He lashed out again, but his balance was still off. He felt top heavy, like he was being weighed down, and tripped forwards onto his knees.
His cock smacked against the floor and he groaned, feeling a fresh ache in his tailbone. He didn’t think too much about it, instead staring down at the two fat, plump, wobbling tits ballooning from his chest like swollen sandbags.
No wonder his balance was off.
“What… you… done!?” Maro barked, moaning as the ache in his tailbone went away, only to be replaced by two new infuriating achings at his shoulder blades. He hissed with annoyance and struggled back to a balanced position, snarling hatefully up at The Mistress. She giggled and he saw red, tensing the bulging muscles of his legs and pouncing on her. “What you do to me!?”
“Magnificent.” The Mistress breathed, staring up at him as he pinned her to the ground, hands on her wrists, knees spreading her legs wide. Soft strands of black hair seemed to be fluttering down around them as Maro snarled, wanting so badly to fuck the bitch beneath him to death.
Maro felt something hot and soft and wet kiss his cock and peered down, but his view was blocked by his new rack. He wiggled his widened hips and gasped as the wetness sucked at his cock, immediately driving himself forwards as instinct demanded.
The Mistress’ howl of bliss was musical and Maro smiled, gripping her tight as he began to pound her. She wasn’t so impressive now, not scary or powerful at all, she was just fuckmeat!
Maro laughed and bit down on The Mistress’ shoulder, tasting her skin and her sweat on his forked tongue.
Across the room more moaning met his ear. The Doctor was still hard at work, bouncing her fat ass on Azlak’s dick, tits jiggling and wobbling as she twerked herself into a frenzy on the Silurian. Azlak was clinging onto her hips, grinning hungrily as the blonde rode her like a desperate slut, groaning and giggling as she was fucked like she deserved. The Doctor’s eyes were rolled back, her tongue lolling, she looked every bit like the bitch Maro realised she had always been.
The Doctor and Mistress weren’t queens, they weren’t angels… they were just females. Convenient sets of breeding holes with pretty curves and pleasing voices.
Maro smiled and licked her lips, eying the musclebound green woman currently rutting the blonde and wondering if she could wrestle her into submission, or if it was best to leave her be. Maybe she’d make for a better sister than a rival, or maybe her tight green asshole would be the perfect palate cleanser after flooding every female on the ship’s cunt with her seed. Only time would tell.
Below her, The Mistress had attached her lips onto Maro’s nipple, kissing and sucking and licking at the diamond hard jewel of flesh. It was a nice sensation, it felt right, and Maro sighed as she felt The Mistress submissively suckle her. She was so much more pleasant when her mouth was full, none of that annoying yapping and giggling.
The Mistress’ cunt was milking her now, sucking and slurping at Maro’s bitchbreaker, begging her to drive deeper inside and breed her like she needed. Maro growled approvingly and released her wrists, grabbing her by the hips instead, yanking the drooling bitch against her in time with her thrusts.
Maro sighed happily and licked her lips, savouring the squeals and moans of the fertile whore beneath her. She was reaching her peak, her balls tightening as The Mistress bounced and jiggled in her grasp. Her plump, pale tits were hypnotic as they wobbled with every thrust, her beautiful face twisted into a mask of orgasmic bliss. There was none of the cruel intelligence in her eyes anymore, not as her eyes rolled and crossed as she howled and drooled.
Maro roared as her balls twitched, clutching The Mistress tight against her and keeping her locked in place as she finally came. Jets of virile sperm rushed out of Maro’s swollen cock, packing The Mistress to the limit and beyond. Maro could feel how the time-whore’s womb swelled, pressed tight against her belly, inflated with spunk as much as it could be before there just wasn’t room and she began to leak. By the time Maro tugged her meat free of The Mistress’ greedy cunt, there was almost as much cum splattered over her gaping cunt as there was boiling away inside her.
“Oh fuck meeeeeeeeee!” The Doctor howled, tongue lolling and eyes rolling back in her head as Azlak gripped her by the waist and rammed up into her ferociously. Ropes of thick pearly sperm splattered out from where the Silurian’s fat pink cock pierced The Doctor’s sloppy pussy, smearing over both women’s thighs as Azlak continued to pound up into the cum-drunk milf on her lap.
Maro grinned approvingly as the Silurian rolled The Doctor off her lap and pinned her to the ground, laying on top of her and letting herself catch her breath. Her forked tongue flickered past her lips as the blonde moaned and basked in her orgasm, and Maro felt herself mirroring the motion.
She could taste The Doctor’s sweat, her nectar, the perfumes still clinging to her body, the cum Azlak had filled and coated her with. It was as if the blonde was right beneath her instead of across the room, her scents just as potent as the ones emanating off The Mistress.
Maro groaned and rose to her feet, stretching and flexing her muscles which felt so tight and stiff. She heard a low, leathery throbbing sound and glanced over her shoulder. For some reason the two massive green wings now sweeping from her shoulder blades didn’t surprise her, they felt perfectly natural, especially as she gave them a tentative flex and watched as they extended to their full length, easily twenty feet across.
She smiled and licked the tips of her new fangs before inspecting the rest of her body. Soft green scales not unlike Azlak’s covered her from head to toe, soft and cool to the touch, but Maro instinctively knew they were tougher than Kevlar. Her head was bald, her neck slender but muscular, but it was lower down the changes were most noticeable.
Her tits were huge, just barely smaller than her own head, firm and round and heavy on her chest. Her nipples were a dark forest green, already marked with the pale blue lipstick now smeared over The Mistress’ face.
Maro’s stomach was now shredded with abs, her waist slender before broadening out into impressively wide hips. Her cock was now about the length of her forearm, veiny and pink and throbbing even now, not all that different from Azlak’s.
Maro cooed and caressed the rock-hard shaft of breeding meat, before letting out a surprised gasp as the three-foot long tail jutting from the base of her spine coiled into view. It was fat and muscular, like a crocodile, but oh-so tender as its prehensile tip wound around Maro’s cock and squeezed. It seemed to have a mind of its own, until at last Maro focussed herself enough to gain control of her new appendage and used it to slowly jerk herself off.
She let out a low, rumbling chuckle and squeezed her tits whilst her tail jerked her off, wings fluttering heavily behind her. She remembered vaguely that she hadn’t always been the magnificent dragonesque stud she was now, but whatever had come before was fuzzy and vague. She must have been small and timid for The Mistress to take advantage of her, she knew that much, but now she was grown, and she was powerful.
She would be the one to take advantage now, by breeding The Mistress and The Doctor over and over again until they were nothing more than mindless egg-laying slabs of fuckmeat.
“Give me that.” she growled, marching towards where Azlak and The Doctor were cuddling on the floor. The Silurian opened her eyes and hissed in surprise, quickly leaping to her feet, only to find she was more than a head shorter than Maro, and losing some of her confidence.
“Go and find your own s… slut.” She grunted, trying her best to stand up to the leering dragon bearing down on her, but as Maro pushed herself close it was clear she wasn’t in any position to make demands. Maro’s cock throbbed heavily over her own, twice the size and incredibly heavy, Azlak bit her lip, trying to shove the larger woman away, but she couldn’t move her an inch.
Maro smiled and grabbed her by the wrists, ramming her hips forwards to bat the Silurian’s cock aside with her own and bring her close. “Ssssubmit.”
Azlak hissed defiantly even as her eyes widened with fear and lust. She’d never been in this position before, never been the weakest person in the room, but as her dick throbbed and ached as it was bullied, she could do nothing but admit reality, and do what she was told.
Maro bared her fangs approvingly as Azlak lowered her head and released a soft, submissive coo from the back of her throat. She shoved the Silurian aside without another thought, and licked her lips as she admired the unconscious form of The Doctor.
She knelt quickly, gripped The Doctor’s fat pale asscheeks, and teased them apart for her hungry cock. The bitch was already wet and sticky from Azlak’s attempts to breed her, and so when Maro sank her talons into the blonde’s hips and pounded forwards, she slid in like she belonged.
The Doctor whined and whimpered sleepily as her guts were rearranged by Maro’s superior reptilian cockmeat, eyes fluttering open as she drooled onto the floor. Maro didn’t care as she moaned and squirmed happily beneath her, barley listened to her pleading words as she did what she was born to do, and bred the little time-bitch.
Behind her Azlak whined jealously, and pumped into The Mistress to enjoy her sloppy seconds, but for the first time in her life she felt a hungry ache in her core. She stared longingly at Maro’s throbbing pink alpha cock, and wished she was in The Doctor’s place beneath it.
Howls and moans echoed through the Queens of Elysium’s hidden chambers as the two most desirable women in creation submitted to lizard dick. A blonde and a black-haired beauty being fucked silly and packed with cum that filled their wombs to the brim and swarmed their hyper-fertile eggs.
Soon enough the Queens of Elysium would be bred, and then the real fun would begin.
The experiment had been a complete success.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
A thumping, pumping beat.
In the dark of the Asphodel Lounge, it meant only one thing.
The room was even more packed than usual thanks to The Queens’ tease of some special show, every chair filled and almost twice as many people awkwardly standing and staring longingly at the stage.
“Ohhh boys and girls.” The Doctor’s voice crooned from behind the curtain separating her from her adoring audience. “Do we have a treat for you.”
“Something you’ll never forget.” The Mistress agreed with a sultry chuckle that seemed to echo off the walls of the lounge.
Almost two hundred people were leaning forwards unconsciously, aching to get a glimpse of the Queens, as if being the first to see them was a reward in and of itself.
“Fifteen thousand people are aboard this ship right now, and only you get to be here. The lucky first… everyone else will be so jealous.” The Doctor giggled.
Unlike the previous night there was no slow reveal, no teasing exposure of a supple leg or a dainty hand, just a yanking of a curtain and a gasp of shock from two hundred souls.
“Don’t we look beautiful?” The Mistress’ voice cooed into every ear, as if her lips were just a millimetre away from their flesh. As her words coiled inside their minds they couldn’t help but agree, staring at amazement as The Queens of Elysium waddled up to their infamous pole and basked in the attention of their audience.
Neither woman looked quite so glamourous now they were drenched with spit, sweat and sperm. Their hair was tangled and messy, their makeup smeared over their grinning faces. Fat white globs of cum were sticking to their skin, gluing their hair together in clumps, rolling down their bodies as they caress the platinum pole and began to dance.
It was harder than usual thanks to their heavily pregnant bellies. Each woman was swollen and ready to pop, moaning and grunting as they hauled their colossal stomachs around, circling the pole and stroking their hands of its glossy surface.
Despite the added weight they still put on an impressive show, hooking their legs around the pole and swinging around, squatting and spreading their legs into perfect splits. They clapped their meaty asscheeks, bounced their cum-blasted udders, spread the sopping, well-bred petals of their cunts.
“Fuck… I’m sooo full.” The Doctor moaned, rubbing her belly against The Mistress’ before leaning forwards and taking her into sloppy kiss. “I told you… being pregnant feels so amazing!”
“You were right…” The Mistress admitted, tugging on her swollen breasts and whimpering as two thick streams of milk began to ooze from her fat nipples. “I should have gotten bred centuries ago!”
“You look so sexy all knocked up.” The Doctor grinned, “I think they all agree too.” She turned her head and giggled, looking at the sea of horny staring faces unable to tear their eyes off her jiggling pregnant body.
“Oh… oh gods I… I think it’s happening!” The Mistress squealed after a few more minutes of dancing, twerking and making out with her fellow time-lord broodwhore. She clutched her stomach and squatted down, bracing herself against the pole. The Doctor let out a gurgle of arousal and joined her, hands on the stage, legs spread wide as she groaned and drooled. “Oh f… fuck… fuck… fuuuuck!”
As her helpless audience stared, an egg the size of The Mistress’ head eased its way out of her sloppy cunt and clattered wetly onto the stage, followed by another, then another. Beside her, The Doctor was moaning and gasping in bliss too, popping out just as many bizarre eggs as her sister until at last the pair flopped onto their asses, panting for breath.
“Fucking… hell… I love being a mommy.” The Doctor grinned, pushing some wet blonde hair out of her face and grinning. “But I think it’s time for you boys and girls to meet daddy.”
The Mistress giggled weakly and lay back on the stage, her legs curling to bring her newly laid eggs close to her body as she called out.
“Daddy!?”
For an instant nothing happened, and the entranced crowd stared in confusion at the ruined babymommas currently oozing on the stage.
Then Maro burst through the passageway to The Queens’ chamber, standing proudly at her mates’ sides, cock pulsing as she surveyed her newest prey.
With a satisfied smile, The Mistress raised one hand and snapped her fingers.
Three things happened at once.
One: With a loud click, dozens of sprinklers deployed from the ceiling, instantly exploding and beginning to drench the entire audience with glittering pink liquid.
Two: The spell entrancing the Doctor and Mistress’ fans vanished, and two hundred people suddenly realised that they’d just watched the two highest-profile strippers in the galaxy pop out a dozen eggs between them, and then summon a dragon.
And three: Before the strange pink spray could even touch the audience, Maro pounced.
As their draconic lover roared with delight and began shredding the dress of a terrified blue-skinned bureaucrat, the Doctor and Mistress’ audience began to shriek with terror. Those closest to the doors tried to escape, only to find that they had been deadlocked. Others behind them, utterly panicked, tried to push past anyway not realising there was no way out. Dozens of people clawed at the doors, soaking in the pink serum as Maro’s victorious laugh echoed off the room. She didn’t remember why terrorising these screaming wealthy mammals was so satisfying, but as she forced her cock down the throat of a sobbing politician, she decided she didn’t really care.
Pandemonium ensued as the serum continued to rain down, especially once the poor souls began to change. Breasts swelled, hips widened, fat redistributed itself until they were all soft and fertile, ready for Maro to conquer. For most the changes were unifying, men became indistinguishable from the women, blinking in surprise at their new fuckable forms as their bodies plumped up and their cocks shrank back into their brand-new sopping pussies.
Others became dragonesque futas like Maro, shedding their hair and former identities to become growling, snarling monsters. Aliens and humans alike grew new scales, sprouted tails and wings, their bodies morphing from their original shapes into Amazonian muscle-bimbo studs with drooling lizard cocks. A few of the less humanoid victims seemed to only transform halfway, retaining a few features from their former selves as they began to growl and drool and assault the fertile stock around them. Horns, extra eyes, extra arms, digitigrade legs, it was the only thing left to remind people they hadn’t always been slathering green-skinned sex fiends.
As everyone in the lounge lost their minds, attempts to escape melted into a breeding frenzy. Screams and howls of terror faded into moans and whimpers as men, women, and everyone in between stopped clawing at the exit, and started clawing at one another. Breeders howled and moaned, bouncing against their new mates, already forgetting their past lives in a haze of hungry, baby-making lust. Maro’s new sisters roared and laughed, sinking their claws and fangs and cocks into whatever whore they set their eyes on, eager to make them into brain-dead egg-layers just like the gorgeous sluts their queen had bred.
As the riotous breeding frenzy went on the doors to the lounge finally snapped open and security rushed in. They lasted a few seconds before being snatched up, stripped and added to the mass of fucking bodies. After a few minutes the team of professional mercenaries’ screams died down as six fresh new breeders and studs began to moan and laugh. In no time at all they were gone, vanishing into the orgy of their sisters, completely transformed just by the spit and quim and cum forced into their terrified bodies.
Soon enough the entire ship would be converted and a whole new species would be born.
As The Doctor and Mistress lay back and enjoyed the sound of their hard work paying off, they smiled and wondered where they would go to next. The Elysium had been fun, and it had brought in the funds they needed for their experiment, but there was a whole universe out there just waiting to be enjoyed.
Their real adventures were just getting started...