Dodge Station Part 4: That Old Janks Spirit By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Dodge Station and all the characters in this story are my own creation though some are obviously (I hope) parodies of other characters from comics and books. Feel free to use Dodge Station and its inhabitants in your own stories. You can contact me or send all feedback using : Troi@hotmail.com * * * Christie came half awake when she felt the very pleasant feeling of a warm mouth sucking on one of her nipples. She became fully awake when she felt a second mouth on her other nipple. "Hey guys, what's up?" she asked Willow and Brook who were laying on either side of her in her small bed where they had tumbled into together after finishing the bottle of wine last night. Ok, there had been the second bottle of wine they had sent out for after the first one had somehow disappeared. Had there been a third bottle? Christie was a little fuzzy about that, but she wasn't at all fuzzy about her two new friends having their mouths on her boobs. "Sorry," said Brook with a rueful smile as she lifted her mouth from Christie's left tit. "Willow and I woke up at the same time a couple of minutes ago and she dared me to do it. You looked so hot and you have got the biggest set of boobs I have ever seen, so I just couldn't resist." "And what is your excuse?" Christie asked Willow with mock severity. "No excuse," said Willow with a smile. "I never fooled around with a girl at all until the other night when that asshole terrorist made me do it with the Defender. She has tits as big as yours and well despite everything I kind of enjoyed doing it with her." "The Defender?" asked Christie trying to show just the right amount of interest. "What did she look like?" Willow shrugged. "Her face is all kind of blurry, I don't know why, but her boobs were fantastic. I was a little surprised last night when you got naked when we went to bed, but you said you always slept that way. I was too wasted to think about anything but crashing last night, but when I woke up just now and saww you, I wanted to try it again. I know I should have asked permission, so I hope you aren't mad. It is hard to find a good friend and while we just met, I really like you." "Well, I really like you too and I certainly have no objections to what you were doing," said Christie with a smile. "It felt real good." Willow giggled and then she paused only long enough to pull her top over her head before refastening her mouth on Christie's right nipple. Not to be outdone, the brown haired Brook removed her top as well and went back to work on the left nippple. Christie was content to lie there for several minutes, running her fingers through the hair of her new friends. She glanced at the time on her wrist communicator, saw they had a couple of hours before they were due at work and decided to up the game a little. "Time for a little pleasure for you both," she said shifting herself off her back and moving to the foot of the bed. "Get the rest of those clothes off for this next part you two." Willow and Brook had looked disappointed when Christie had dislodged their mouths from her breasts, but now they both smiled as they did as they were told and quickly stripped off everything to lie on their backs naked. Neither girl had boobs to match hers in size, but Christie thought they both looked damn hot. Brook's were a bit bigger, rounder with big pink nipples while Willow's were more tear drop shaped with brownish nipples. As was the fashion on most space stations, the two were clean shaven between their legs and Christie could see a hint of wetness on both of their labia. "Hmmm, now who do I sample first?" asked Christie with a giggle. "Me!!" cried both girls in unison. "Im thinking of a number between 1 and 100," said Christie. "Whoever comes closest, cums first." "69!" yelled Willow. "Lucky 7," said Brook as she quickly went to her second choice after Willow beat her to the punch with her initial choice. "It was 42, the answer to life, the universe and everything," said Christie. "That was from some old book we took in school I think it was 'Lord of the Rings' by John Lennin." "No, it was from Jane Eyre by Bram Stoker," said Brook. "Or maybe it was, oh damn it doesn't really matter, but it looks like Willow won," and she put a pout on her face. "I sure did," said Willow looking flushed and excited as well as a tad nervous. Christie flashed Brook a quick smile. "Don't worry, you won't have to wait long," and then she dipped her head between Willow's thighs and ran her tongue over the blonde's puffy lips. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck," gasped Willow as she curled her hands into fists around the sheets. Christie took a second lick and at the same time reached out with her right hand to gently massage Brook's clit. This elicited an exclamation of pleasure from the second junior assistant who was raptly watching Christie's tongue working on Willow's pussy. After a few more licks, the last one playing gently across Willow's clit, Christie decided it was only fair to give Brook equal treatment and switched her mouth to her pussy while now using her left hand to massage Willow's clit. Christie kept alternating between the two girls, feeling them get wetter and wetter and closer to an orgasm, but never quite making it before she moved her mouth and tongue to the other. "Damn, I need to cum so fucking bad," gasped Willow at last and clutched Christie's face tight to her pussy and not letting go. "Sorry Brook dear, but I did win the contest." "It's ok, you won fair and square," gasped Brook as she felt Christie's nimble fingers sliding in and out of her slit with a snick snick sound. Christie didn't speak as it is not easy to do so with your tongue extended deep inside the dripping wet snatch of a woman with a death grip on your head. She heard Willow's moans of pleasure reach a crescendo and then felt the other woman's juices splattering over her face and into her mouth. Christie continued to drink and swallow for another couple of minutes, before the grip on her hair relaxed enough for her to turn a wet face towards Brook. "My turn now please," begged Brook and Christie obliged. * * * Despite waking up early, they had to rush to shower and eat before scrambling for the transport pods. Willow normally worked the night shift, but had swapped in order to join Brook in properly welcoming Christie to her new apartment and the station. When Brook and Christie arrived at the administration offices, Olivia Tucker gave them a scowl as she glanced at the time and saw they had made it with less than a minute to spare before being officially late. "Youre lucky," she commented. "If you ever want to progress in your careers then you need to show more dedication." "Like Ashley does?" Christie couldn't help asking as she noticed the closed door to Pollocks office with the red 'Do not disturb' light on and no sign of Ashley in their shared room. Olivia just made a sound deep in her throat without words and Christie and Brook made a hasty retreat to their individual desks. Christie noticed something stuck to her screen and picked it up. It was an actual piece of paper from the feel of it and there was something stickyy on the back which had held it to the glass surface. and she hoped was glue. Then she noticed there was some writing on it as if someone had used a pen from a museum. She read the message. Inventory mining supplies High priority Janks "What the hell is this?" Christie called to Brook, holding up the piece of paper. "Oh, it looks like you have been janksed," laughed Brook. "I've been what? Do I need to see Dr. Quinn about it?" asked Christie. "It's called a 'sticky note'," replied Brook. "Apparently people used to use them centuries ago to leave messages for other people. I guess it was before they invented computers maybe. Our illustrious Deputy Commander Janks is apparently a history buff or maybe just crazy which might be the same thing and he likes to use them instead of electronic messages sometimes." "I don't think I met him during my whirlwind tour yesterday," said Christie trying to recall everyone she had met. "No, you didn't," agreed Brook. "I have never met him and he has been here two years. In fact no one has ever met him." "What? That's crazy. He is the second in command on the station. How could no one have ever met him? I was sure I heard Ashley say something yesterday about Pollock having a meeting with him to discuss the terrorist plot." "It is a running joke around the office," said Brook. "Pollockkeeps scheduling meetings with Janks and he never shows. There is always some kind of reason. He once sent a message that said he couldn't make the budget meeting because he had been kidnapped by aliens from some other dimension. The weird thing was that when the security chief went to his quarters to check, they found the place was a mess and no sign of him. He was back sending messages a few days later and said he had escaped and sealed the dimensional gateway so we shouldn't worry, but he was still recovering from the ordeal and couldn't make the monthly meeting that day." "He sounds like a nutcase," replied Christie. "How do they know he is really who he says he is?" Brook shrugged. "He had all the proper codes and passwords to authenticate his messages. Before he was assigned to Dodge Station, we were givenall his biometric data and that matches too." "But no picture?' asked Christie. "Oh there is an official picture, but it is so blurry you can't make out any details about him," replied Brook. "I say 'him' but we aren't even sure about that. You don't have to reveal your gender on information forms if you don't want to and his just has an 'X' on it. His or her or its first name is Alex which is most often male, but I know some Alexandras who go by Alex and they are all female." "He wants me to do an inventory of the mining supplies," said Christie waving the paper again. "Iguess you better do it then," replied Brook. "He is the Deputy Station Commander after all which means he outranks both you and me, even if he is crazy." * * * Christie frowned as she looked around the large warehouse. It was late afternoon and she had been there all day. She had downloaded the mining supplies inventory to her tablet and started working verifying it. Doing it manually would take literally months, but she had an army of little drones at her disposal. They dispersed like a flock of birds and scanned every box, crate and package in the warehouse in a day. Of course things were entering and leaving, but the computer automatically recorded those and adjusted the inventory. The frown was because three shaped mining charges were missing. The charges were not the type of thing that could casually go missing. They weren't huge, only about the size of her fist, but their movement was highly regulated and tracked, especially on a space station where a hull breach from the misuse of one could kill hundreds or even thousands. The charges were used for asteroid mining, essentially to blow asteroids into smaller chunks that the miners could bring in for processing or to blast a hole in a very large asteroid to get at some rich ore deposit. Them being missing, raised a whole host of questions in Christie. Had Janks known they might be missing and that was why he or she had sent her the order to do the inventory? Did Janks know who had taken the charges? Only authorized personnel could have taken them, and even then it should have been recorded which meant someone had breached the security protocols. The list of people who could do that seemed mighty slim and included Station Commander Vash Pollock and Security Chief Luke Allard. There was the security chief's name again in a suspicious context. Was that proof or just coincidence? Why had Janks had her in particular do the inventory? Could he possibly suspect she was the station Defender and wanted her alter ego to know about the missing charges and do something about it? Well, all Christie Daniels could do was report it, so she sent a high priority message to Pollock, Olivia, Allard and Janks. They could take whatever action they thought was appropriate while she tried to figure out what the hell the station Defender could or should do. * * * Christie was still trying to decide what to do a few hours later when she was dressed in her Defender costume and standing in the shadows of the entrance to an unoccupied docking slip. This time she had made sure there was no one behind her. Her implant gave her a lot of abilities, but none of them had anything to do with finding missing explosives. As she contemplated the problem, she spotted Security Chief Allard walking towards her with his habitual scowl on his face. She had given him an edited report on her adventures with Tex and Mex and their mysterious boss, but other than a few grunts he hadn't said much. Christie had talked to Cat and the bar owner said she would let her know if the criminal gang made any more trouble for them , though it seemed more like a case of 'when" rather than 'if'. "What brings you and your happy countenance out tonight?" asked Christie when Allard stopped in front of her and glowered. "Them and them," Allard said jerking his head first one way and then the other. Christie peered down the docking ring in both directions. There had been an increasing noise coming from both directions, but she had no idea of the cause and had just been about to set off and investigate when she had seen Allard coming towards her. She found it interesting that he didn'tmention the missing explosives to her, but maybe he figured she already knew through her implant. "Who is them?" she asked. "I guess Defenders are too busy to read the news feeds," growled Allard. "The idiot Seperatists have a rally going on tonight, so ofcourse the idiot Loyalists then have to stage one two. Naturally, they are marching straight towards each other. I tried to get Pollock to ban the protests, but he wouldn't do that. He might be appointed by Earth, but he is keeping his options open with the Seperatists in case they win. He is hoping, no matter who wins that he will still be Station Commander when the dust settles." Christie flushed a bit behind her visor both with anger and embarrassment. She had been so preoccupied with the nventory all day that she had ignored everything else including the news feeds. That left her feeling unprepared and Allard's tone didn't help. "Down with Earth Tyrany!" "No taxation without representation!" "Traitors!" "Earth paid for this station!" The competing cries of the two groups began to reach Christie's ears now and she could see roughly equal sized groups about a hundredmeters away in each direction. "From your adjectives, I take it you don't favour either group?" Christie asked Allard. "I don't like anyone who disturbs the peace on my station," replied Allard. "I have been instructed not to interfere with the protests, but if they start a brawl, then I am going to come down on them both like the wrath of god." "I suspect you better get ready to start smiting," said Christie as she watched the two groups moving on a collission course. "Fuck Pollock," snapped Allard and he stepped out into the middle of the docking ring and held up a large hand in a stop gesture in both directions. "Ok people, stop right there. I am not going to tolerate any violence, so why don't you both just turn around and march in the other direction." Considering the docking ring was circular, Christie wasn't sure exactly what this would accomplish except move the collission point, but maybe Allard hoped the two groups would get tired before then and disperse as it was a long way around the ring. "Seperatist sympathizer!" yelled someone from Christies left. "Loyalist lackey!" yelled someone from Christie's right. Christie wasn't sure which side threw the first object, but suddenly rocks, chunksof metal and other projectiles started to fly back and forth and the two groups surged forward. It was a mystery to Christie where the two groups had found rocks to throw on a space station, but maybe you could get them from Amazon with its free shipping. and the mammoth company did have a warehouse that took up half of Level -3. Christie saw Allard deck a couple of protestors, one from each side so at least they couldn't accuse him of being biased before she lost sight of him in the melee. The Defender wasn't sure what to do and stood there hesitating when she saw something that made her heart skip a beat. A young child, looking no more than three years old had wandered out from somewhere and was in danger of being trampled by the two groups who were too involved shouting and throwing things at each other to notice it. "Excuse me, coming through, get the fuck out of my way" said Christie as she made her way through the fighting, digging an elbow in here and shoving there to get through. She scooped up the child just in time and danced lightly away from a pair who were rolling around on the deck wrestling. "Ok, enough of this bulshit," she snapped and then remembered the child in her arms. "Sorry, you didn't hear that ok?" "Enough of this bullshit," repeated the child smiling up at Christie, delighted with its new phrase. Christie bit back another curse and reached into a belt pouch on her utility belt and took out a dozen little spheres. She gave them each a squeeze and then started throwing them in all directions. They gave a loud bang, a flash of bright light and then a horrible eye tearing stench. It was enough to startle the demonstraters who were fighting and to stop those about to. "Everybody just chill!" Christie yelled into the sudden silence and people turned to look at her. Oh damn, she had got their attention, now what should she do with it. She held up the small child. "You almost trampled this poor kid and you should be ashamed of yourselves. Now go the hell home and stop this fighting." It might not have worked except the kid, delighted with the attention gurgled, "go the hell home," and stuck a finger in her mouth. Suddenly much of the crowd felt more than a little sheepish and began to wander off towards the transport pod stations with enough sense to retreat in opposite directions from their antagonists. Luke Allard emerged from the midst of the dispersing throng and glowered at Christie. He walked over to her and was about to snarl something when she put a finger to her lips and pointed at the child. "We'll talk later," he whispered and stalked off. * * * Now that she had more time to pay attention to details, Christie took a better look at the child and wondered how she had not noticed the green hair. Seeing that, she wasn't surprised to see Cat Cartwright hurrying down the docking ring towards her. Apparently the hair colour wasn't a wig or colouring, but rather some type of genetic modification that had been passed on from mother to child. "Rachel, thank goodness you are alright," cried Cat taking the child from Christie's arms. "Go the hell home," said Rachel as she gave her mother a hug. "Er, she must have picked that up from someone in the crowd," said Christie. "Well it's good advice," replied Cat. "One of the girls was supposed to be watching her, but there was a fight in the bar and the little monkey slipped out without anyone noticing her." "It all worked out ok," Christie assured her as they walked back towards the Longbranch. "Let me put her to bed and then I would like to talk to you," said Cat when they stepped through the swinging doors of the bar. The place looked quiet and normal now, so whatever the trouble had been, it had sorted itself out. Christie found an empty table to sit at and got some curious looks in her Defender costume as she waited for Cat to come back downstairs as apparently her private quarters were on one of the upper floors. After half an hour, Cat returned and gestured for Christie to follow her to her office. "Did you know soft drinks make a Rigelian drunk?" asked Cat as she settled herself behind her desk. Christie wasn't sure what to say to this unexpected statement. "Really?" she finally said. "I don't recall that being covered in any of my training. Is this important for some reason?" "Could be," replied Cat. "One of them was in here last night. After a couple of 7-Ups, he was totally pissed and not watching his tongue too carefully." Christie paused to consider this. Humanity was still trying to get a handle on the politics and division of power among the newly contacted alien races. The very unhuman like Rigelians seemed to be one of the more powerful alien races and the Rigelians were probably as split over whether they wanted contact with humans as humans were split about wanting contact with them or any alien race. The Rigelians had finally established a consulate on Dodge Station to both assist any of their people on the station and to begin tentative negotiations with Earth about a more permanent and extensive treaty of some sort. "I take it he said something I might be interested in?" asked Christie. "It might just have been the carbonated water talking," replied Cat, but I was going to contact you about it even before the little riot out there and Rachel wandering away. The Rigelian who was in here, his name is N'Gal, is apparently part of the Anti-Earther faction." "I didn't know there were pro and anti factions," said Christie as she tried desperately to recall everything her instructors had said about Rigelians which seemed to have been damn little. "Apparently they have politics just like we do," responded Cat with a smile. "Their current government is cautiously in favour of expanding relations and trade with humans, but their grip on power is a bit precarious. They had to make concessions to some of the anti groups to get the consulate established here and one of those was to include some of the anti faction in the consulate to keep an eye on things and make sure the pro people didn't sell their planet for a few credits." "He must have been pretty drunk to let all of that out," observed Christie. "You would be surprised what people say to bartenders and whores," said Cat, "and we have both here." Christie didn't tried to hide her surprise. "A Rigelian who doesn't like humans wanted a human paid companion? That seems contradictory." "You really need to get over your hangups about using the word 'whore'," replied Cat. "We aren't insulted by it since we have decided to own the word. To your point though, it is not really contradictory if you stop to examine it. If humans are inferior to you then using them for sex is in line with your thinking. They are just meat to satisfy your sexual desires." Christie nodded. "I see your point. This N'Gal paid for a whore then? Also, you havent toldme yet what he said that I might find interesting." "He wanted a whore," replied Cat, "but he passed out before one could be arranged. To be honest, that was worrying me since I am not sure any of my girls are up to dealing with a Rigelian and all those tentacles. I could have done it myself, though I have been restricting myself to administration since Rachel was born. When he sobered up today, N'Gal contacted me to try and arrange something and I told him I would get back to him. The thing he said that was interesting from your point of view and mine too I suppose was that he said he had a way to blow up the whole fucking station and that would take care of any stupid fucking treaty talk. I am just reporting his general message, not his exact words since he was pretty drunk and a lot of what he said didn't make any sense." Christie sucked in a breath. Had she just stumbled over something to do with the missing explosives? It seemed like too much of a coincidence, but maybe sometimes you just got lucky. At that point the direction Cat had been heading with her information dawned on the young Defender. "You aren't suggesting that I pass myself off as one of your whores to investigate this are you?" "Yep, that was where I was headed alright," replied Cat. "I have heard rumours that you Defenders have shall we say a pretty high sex drive and your training includes quite a bit on sexual techniques. That in fact, you might have more training on sex than even my girls do." "Those are only rumours," protested Christie. "The Protectors and the Defender Corps consider the Academy curriculum to be confidential." "What's that old saying about smoke and fire?" asked Cat. Christie sighed and paused again to think. "Alright, without admitting the truth of your rumours, there was a er simulation at the Defender Academy that involved Rigelians from a purely theoretical consideration. If there is anything to his drunken claims about blowing up the station, I guess I am stuck looking into them. I can't see Security Chief Allard doing it in the way you propose and he would have to worry about diplomatic immunity while someone who is technically a vigilante like me doesn't. So, go ahead and contact N'Gal and set up an appointment then send me the details." "Can do," replied Cat, "and remember we split equally whatever he pays for your services. Standard terms with my girls." "Oh great," muttered Christie as she got to her feet to leave. "If it is all the same to you, I will stick to the term 'paid companion' for myself instead of 'whore'." * * * On a planet elsewhere in the galaxy ... "That was the most boring meeting I ever attended," said Taaman as he and his friend and co-worker Majel emerged on the roof and began to walk towards their personal aircraft. Majel nodded. "I actually thought one of my hearts stopped when Korak brought up the idea of building a Dyson Sphere again. What are your plans for the evening?" Taaman brightened up considerably at this change in topic. "Deexel and I are going to watch the new Defender episode. She really liked the threesome she had with the other two human females and on tonight's show, she is going to get it on with a Rigelian. I think we will be very occupied after we watch that, or at least I hope so." "I wonder how they are going to get her into bed with one of those tentacled things," replied Majel with a grin. "Well I hope you and Deexel enjoy yourselves. I will be watching it to, but alone it looks like." "Just remember to clean up after yourself," snicker Taaman as their paths diverged. * * * So this is the glamorous job of Defender, thought Christie as she rode in a transport pod a few hours later, headed for Level +20 where N'Gal had his quarters. The level was high enough up not to be an insult, but not high enough to permit an alien to hobnob with his betters was probbly the reasoning behind the living quarter assignment. Christie had once more configured her costume to its 'little black dress' mode and used her implant to superimpose an image of Iolana, another Defender she had met at the Academy. Accordingly she now had the general features of someone from the former island of Hawaii before the volcanoes, earth quakes and rising ocean levels had turned it into a second Atlanta. Christie exited the pod carring her secret weapon in her purse, found N'Gal's apartment and pressed the admitence buzzer. Apparently she was expected as Cat had reported as the door slid open immediatly and she stepped inside where N'Gal stood waiting for her. Ok, 'stood' was one of those human terms that didn't quite suit a Rigelian, but Christie didn't know what to substitute. In many ways, the best description of a Rigelian was they looked something like a potato that you had left in the dark for months and it had sprouted dozens of white tentacles. The brownish coloured body was more or less a squishy eliptical shape with optical, auditory and other sensory organs located near the top of the body. There was no head or appendages other than the white tentacles that served it for both locomotion and manipulation of objects. "Ah, according to my research into human phenotypes, you are considered very beautiful," said N'Gal, his words being translated by Christie's wrist communicator which had for some reason chosen what sounded like a British accent. "Of course according to Rigelian standards you are absolutely grotesque." "Then why are you interested in a sexual relationship with such a grotesque creature?" asked Christie. N'Gal's tentacles waved around in its equivalent of a shrug. "I am probably what you humans would call a pervert. The thought of having sex with such a horrid monstrous being like you is extremely exciting. It already has me secreting lubricant." Christie glanced at the tips of the tentacles and sure enough a milky white liquid was beading on the tips. "Now please remove your clothing and we shall get started with the copulation," said N'Gal who then paused. "Oh, I do beg your pardon. It appears the translator is not very precise and is now calibrating itself for the proper linguistic translation Let me try that again. Ok, bitch get your clothes off so I can fuck your cunt. Is that better?" "Yep, moreappropriate to the situation," agreed Christie who unsealed her dress and let it drop to the floor. She hadn't bothered with niceties like underwear since they would be coming off in short order. Some of N'Gal's tentacles reached out and ran over her breasts. Several drops of the lubricant splashed on them and felt rather warm. At least it is not skin eating acidic, thought Christie as she watched her breasts become coated with the fluid and in fact it felt kind of nice. N'Gal used his tentacles to guide Christie over to his bed which was a traditional Rigelian bed rather than a human one. It was round and had a rubbery texture to it without any sheets which considering the amount of lubricant the Rigelian was leaking would make it more practical to clean, thought Christie. She found herself on her hands and knees and felt a dozen or more of the tentacles beginning to caress every inch of her body, coating it in the warm lubricant. Then the tentacles started to push inside her openings. At least N'Gal knew enough human anatomy to limit the intrusion to her pussy, ass and mouth. The tips of the tentacles were about the width of her little finger and then widened to the diameter of her wrist. The end result was the Rigelian was able to insert a significant length of his tentacles into her and managed to get two of them into her ass and pussy. "Oh my, this feels very nice," said N'Gal as he started to slide the tentacles in and out while somehow vibrating them at the same time. More of his tentacles wrapped around Christie's dangling breasts and began to roughly squeeze and knead them. "Fuck yes," Christie heard herself agreeing with the alien though her words came out muffled with the tentacle so far down her throat. The lubricant was not only warm, but rather tasty as well. Hydranian cum had been mainly raspberry in flavour, but Riglian precum was more like coconut and there was a lot of it as her entire body now glistened like it had been coated with baby oil. The tentacles moving and wriggling in her pussy were doing some nice things to her clit as they rubbed against it and she could feel an orgasm coming on. "I can't believe fucking a horrible alien creature like you can feel so good," moaned N'Gal. "I will soon achieve paradise ... recalibrating that phrase ... I am going to fuck you until I blow my load in you whore!" That was precisely what happened a fewminutes later when the five tentacles currently inside Christie errupted and began to spit a thicker load of warm goo into her while the tentacles not inside her added a new layer to her skin. From a mirror mounted on one wall, Christie caught sight of herself and saw her long black hair was covered in what looked like bubbling shampoo except it was wonderfully warm. At that sight, her orgasm arrived and she added her juices to the copious amount of fluid leaking from her onto the surfaceof the bed. N'Gal was going to have to hose that sucker down to clean it she decided. The alien tentacles pulled out of Christie , unleashing a further flood of its cum from within her and the Defender collapsed onto her back in the large puddle while N'Gal lay beside her breathing heavily. "Fuck, I could use a drink right about now," was what the translator came out with. Christie smiled and reached for her purse and produced a large bottle of 7-Up which she presented to N'Gal. "Humans often have the same reaction, so I brought you this." The Rigelian quickly removed the lid with one of its tentacles and guzzled a third of the bottle through the oral slit near the top of its body. "That hits the spot," he said and offered the bottle to Christie. "No thanks, I am fine with this," she said with a giggle and began sucking on one of his leaking tentacles gently. N'Gal moaned and took another healthy swig of the soft drink. "Gods, if my superiors ever found out I actually had sex with a human, they would probably have me locked up. I mean you creatures have those arms and legs which just aren't natural." "But they can do nice things," replied Christie as she kept sucking on one tentacle while stroking one with each hand. "Fucking A," agreed N'Gal through the translator which seemed to be now mimicking slurred human speech. "Fuck, I never came so hard in my life. Baby you are a fucking great little cum bucket of a monster." N'Gal's voice trailed off and a moment later there was a noise that damn well sounded like a human snoring. Christie eased herself from the bed and began to squish around the apartment as she searched it. Other than the replacement of the bed and the removal of all other human furniture which was useless to the Rigelians, the apartment was human standard. In the closet, Christie found a number of boxes and in one were the three ovoid shapes of the missing explosives. What to do now, she wondered as she glanced at the sleeping N'Gal who had guzzled a two liter bottle of 7-Up. Should she call Allard? Could she trust him? It seemed unlikely he was in on this plot as he would have been blown up with the station. The charges really weren't enough to take out the entire station,, but if placed in strategic locations like the docking ring, they would at least have killed thousands and if Allard was in on it then he could conveniently be in some safe place when there was an explosion. Before Christie could decide what to do, her wrist communicator beeped and belatedly she was glad it was water proof or in this case cumproof as it was as soaked as she was. She wiped the cum from the screen and saw to her astonishment the incoming call was coded from Deputy Station Commander Janks. "Er, hello?" she said answering the call. "Congratulations on finding the missing explosives Defender," said what Christie had to assume from the code was Deputy Commander Janks, though the figure's face was hidden in shadow and she couldn't even tell if it was male or female. "Also, congratulations on your unique method of doing so." "Er thanks, I think," said a mystified Christie. "Hhow did you know I had found the explosives." "I have my means," replied Janks. "I imagine you were trying to decide what to do next, so might I offer a suggestion?" Christie nodded and a large gob of cum fell from her hair and splashed over her breasts. Janks didn't seem to notice as she explained her suggestion. A few minutes later, Christie found herself back laying on the bed cuddled up to N'Gal and the 7-Up bottle removed from sight. She had several of the tentacles which were now feebly moving draped over her body, one stuffed in her pussy and another in her mouth while some pictures were taken. "N'gal won't be causing any more similar trouble," explained Janks, "since he won't want these pictures of him having sex with a human creature to reach is superiors. In fact, he could become a good source of information for us on future hostile plans." Christie wasn't sure about this little bit of blackmail, but maybe it was the best they could do and Janks was the Deputy Station Commander afterall. It felt like she was part of one of those old spy videos they had before holograms. There was even tlk about reviving them in modern hologram format though the idea of having a female lead had been quickly shot down as 'unrealistic'. What was the name of the guy in them again? Oh right, his name was Potter, Harry Potter and he liked his martini shaken and not stirred. Now what the hell was a martini? * * * Christie had showered in N'Gal's apartment while he was still out cold. It seemed Rigelians rather liked human showers and then she had gotten dressed in her full costume. A while later, she buzzed the door of Security Chief Allard and a growl had bid her enter. "Where the fuck did you find these?" Allard snapped when he looked in the box Christie gave him. "You are welcome and I found them in an empty docking slip," lied Christie. "Two guys in masks took off and I had to let them go to make sure these things stayed safe." "I checked all the docking slips," replied Allard. "I am not a total moron or incompetent you know." "I think they had just gotten there," improvised Christie, "After you had searched." She still wasn't decided on whether Allard could be trusted, so maybe it was a good idea to try and soothe his feelings for the moment. Allard wasn't looking or sounding very soothed, but he seemed to be willing to let it go for the moment. "We still don't know how they stole them in the first place." "I um had a conversation with Deputy Commander Janks. He or maybe She suggested that they might have had some Rigelian help. The sensors in the warehouse were never calibrated for non humanss or their technology. She or maybe He suggest that you might want to correct that." "Yeah, I will do just that," growled Allard and then he stopped and sniffed. "Do you smell coconut?" "No," Christie lied again and got the hell out of there to go take another shower. The End