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From: cats_sara@yahoo.com (Sara H)
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Subject: {ASSM} Penis Envoy Part 1 - FF, MF, FD, MC, SF, Humor - Sara H
Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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Don't read this if you're under 18 or if you find sexual
situations objectionable. This is a story for adults. Well,
silly adults, but adults.

(c)2001 by Sara H. Please ask permission to post elsewhere.

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Penis Envoy

by Sara H

Categories: FF, MF, FD, MC, SF, Humor
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Episode 27: The Coming of the Phallusians, Part One

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"Captain, distress call coming through."

"Acknowledged," answered Captain Ereck Vasdeferens. "On my
way." He roused himself from sleep and staggered to his closet.
Wearily donning his uniform, he looked in the mirror at the
still sleeping morale officer, Tess Dosterohn, who had been
sharing his bed lately. The Vulvan woman had medicinal breath,
but by the Moons of Camphor, she was the best lay he'd had in
weeks. She certainly looked more peaceful than she had a few
hours ago, when the noise of their passion was only barely
masked by the pulsing of the Dildonic Drive Thrusters that
powered the ship.

He smiled as he thought of what the next sleep period might
bring. But right now, as Captain of the Labia Majora, he had
more important things to do.

As he made his way down the dimly lit corridors to the bridge,
he wondered why he liked it out here so much. Perhaps it was the
isolation. He had always been a loner. Maybe it was the lure of
being the highest authority in the microcosm of his ship.

No, he decided, it was definitely the babes. All the women on
board were inexorably drawn to his power, and they did their
best to seduce him to win favors, even though it was useless. He
was above that kind of bribery. He wasn't, however, above giving
the impression that he was as easily bought as a cheap pork
chop. Especially when the price involved mind-blowing sex.

Entering the bridge, he looked around at the small crew.
"Tell," he barked. After months in space, no one took it as
anything but the verbal shorthand that had naturally developed
by close quarters.

"Scrapship, air trouble, level 'A', ten parsecs," answered Milo
"Mo" Tilliti, who had taken his usual position at tactical. With
those few words he had communicated everything that Vasdeferens
needed to know.

Vasdeferens sighed loudly. He wasn't much in the mood for a
rescue mission, but duty had little to do with mood. He turned
to his navigator and control pilot, the siamese twin officers
Ganza and Parra Nokkers. "Plot a course and set Dildonic
Thrusters at Nad factor seven. Let's see what we can do for
these folks. Maybe save them." Turning to Lt. Susha S. Kihsa,
his communications officer, he added, "It might be a good idea
to let them know we're coming."

"Should I ask if it was good for them, Captain?" asked Susha,
generating titters through the bridge crew. Mammarians were
known for their love of double-intendre.

"This is no time for levity, Lt. Kihsa. And quit squirming like
you have ultrasonic implants in both of your cunts. It's
distracting."

"Yes, Captain," answered Susha, pouting slightly.

"Status report!" growled Vasdeferens.

"Um, well, we're going really fast and we'll be there in two
hours, they have air for six hours, and there's nothing we can
do until we get there," answered Commander Tilliti.

Vasdeferens rubbed his crotch. *Damn that Susha*, he thought.
Then, out loud, "Very good. Lt. Kihsa, please see me in my ready
room."

"Yes, Captain."

No one watched them leave out of respect, but Mo rolled his
eyes, and as soon as they were gone, Ganza and Parra gave
herself a very passionate kiss.

"Good thing we have a good supply of Turgidium on board.
Vasdeferens would never make it otherwise," said Mo, under his
breath.

----

By the time they got to the foundering ship, the Cuckold, Capt.
Vasdeferens was too raw to walk normally, and the underside of
his tongue felt like it had been subjected to Lesbiconian Clit
Torture. He loved it.

"Ereck, I'm so glad you've never told anyone about the
Copularian Homogenizer you swiped on Eros Prime," cooed Susha,
as she licked the goo out of the pussy that lay between her
breasts.

"Only you would even know how to use it, Susha... well, and me,
since you've shown me how the damned thing works," he replied.

"Oh, we've only gone to level three... and there are twenty-two
more to go."

Vasdeferens swooned and giggled - the effects of the
Homogenizer still giving him every emotion and sensation that
Susha experienced, and vice-versa. In another few minutes the
unity would be gone, but he was enjoying it while it lasted.

"By the time we reach twenty-five, you'll think we've
completely switched places," teased Susha. "You might not do so
badly with a tongue and two pussies, Captain baby!"

Vasdeferens grinned and said, "Tess might not be so happy about
that, you know."

"Oh, Tess could be made to see the benefits, I'm sure. She's in
charge, above all else, of keeping everyone happy. We could
always just turn on the Homogenizer with her in the room... the
effect increases exponentially with additional partners... and
she'd be wanting to rip our clothes off, not knowing it wasn't
even her own lust. Well, not at first. Once the pleasure hit,
she'd pretty much be lust-putty. And it would last for fucking
*days*," Susha whispered as she smiled. "She'd make sure
*everyone* was... happy."

*This woman is absolutely evil,* thought Ereck. "You Mammarians
have no ethics."

"Not when it comes to sex," agreed Susha.

----

The Cuckold was not a luxury liner by any stretch of the
imagination. Looking at her as a floating image in the main view
screen, Vasdeferens could see the scraped, scarred hull and the
vapors created by gases slowly leaking into empty space.

"Does she have enough stability for ship-to-ship docking?" he
asked Mo.

"No sir, our outie would split her innie wide open," came the
grumbling response. "It's not really necessary. She only has a
crew of six."

Calling down to the shuttle pad, Ereck barked, "Chief, prepare
the Minora for launch."

"Susha, Gonza and Parra, you're with me. We're going over."

Twenty minutes later, the Captain and crew were aboard the
Cuckold, calling for the stranded victims... victims of what
looked like crappy maintenance.

No one was prepared for what they found on the bridge of the
cargo ship.

Vasdeferens thought that he was jaded, that he had seen it all,
or at least thought about most of it.

He was wrong.

At first glance, it was hard to tell where one crewmember ended
and the next began. The smell of sex was overpowering in its
intensity, and the few moans that were escaping the lips of the
participants were impossible to discern from screams of torment.

That was, except for the fact that that on the faces of the
crew was a kind of rapture the Captain and his rescue party had
never before seen.

"It's sex, Sir, but not as we know it," said Parra and Ganza in
unison, as slight dribble of sinewy drool escaped Ganza's lips.

The only other sign of anything amiss was the lack of power to
the ship's controls.

"Vasdeferens to sick bay," whispered the Captain, feeling more
than a trifle voyeuristic. "We're going to need six beds and
heavy tranqs for these folks."

"Acknowledged," came the tinny voice of the ship's Swedish
doctor, Glan Zaswehlin.

Once they approached the orgy in progress, the intrepid rescue
party found that they couldn't break the sexual unions apart.
The best they got was the strokes of fingers and tongues and
genitals from the obsessed crew as they were pushed en masse
down the passageway to the docking station and onto the shuttle.

Later, over dinner, the rescuers all agreed that the
stimulation had been nearly irresistible, and that In the end,
it was only the threat of rapidly escaping air that had kept
them from joining in.

----

With the Cuckold floating dead in space, and the crew rescued,
the Captain and First Officer figured that it might be a good
idea to view the logs they'd rather sneakily proffered from the
ship, without asking permission.

Of course, the crew of the Cuckold wasn't really available to
ask. When they weren't sleeping under the influence of heavy
sedatives, they were fucking. One woman had already worn out
three mattresses with her bucking and gyrations.

The log wasn't particularly gratifying, however. The only clue
it gave was a communication from another ship, a small vessel
only ten meters long, which identified itself as the carrying an
Emissary of the Phallusian Empire.

The only other clue was a sign that a crew member held up to
the rather intrusive cameras that were standard fare in every
starship... in black magic marker it said, "Beware the
Phallusians!"

Nothing else of value had been recorded, so the Captain
authorized copying the scenes of sex on the bridge, which had
spontaneously started a week after the communication with the
Phallusians, to use as porno films for the Labia Majora's
onboard video library.

No one noticed the little barnacles that were attached to the
Cuckold near the outside access points.

They looked just like little erect nipples.

----

Four Solar days later, the Labia Majora was surprised to hear a
hail from a government ship, asking that they take on a
Diplomatic detail.

*Great,* thought the Captain. *Now we'll actually have to clean
up the place and take down the 3D pin-ups from Nymphoslut
Magazine. I hate government work.*

As the three-member Conglomeration team came aboard, Ereck
recognized someone in the party. It was G'wanmuf Divan, a
reporter of some note in the inner ring of the Loose
Conglomeration of Indifferent Planets. He suddenly felt much
better.

She was incredibly hot. All the women from Lesbicon Prime were
hot.

And she would likely be wanting favors from him. Maybe she'd
ask him if she could seduce Susha, and then let him join in...

The conference with the Head Ambassador, who was from Earth,
went quickly, but it raised a few eyebrows among the senior
officers.

"We received a transmission from the Phallusian Empire, wishing
to begin negotiations for a treaty. We, of course, after dealing
with the Shetes and the Yurens, among many others, are
interested in bypassing the usual thirty-year war that is
typical of meeting new Empires, Pools and Nests of other
dominant leaning control-freak species who mistakenly think
that, like us, they are the center of the Universe.

"So regardless of their appearance, you will afford the
Phallusians every courtesy. Is that understood, Captain?"

"You lost me after 'received a transmission'," replied
Vasdeferens. "Kidding!" he added, after receiving glowering
looks from two of the visitors. *Sheesh, no sense of humor...*

G'wan did manage to cough and hide her giggle.

----

Tess Dosterohn was not a happy woman. She was a demoralized
morale officer. Ereck obviously thought of her as a great lay,
but she knew that other than that, she was unappreciated.

As she prepared her plan for instructing the crew in the
Phallusian diplomatic protocols, she took a moment to look at
her curly, fluffy, naturally purple hair and birth markings,
while letting her prehensile breasts tease her nipples into a
gentle buzz of pleasure. Why did he not find her as enthralling
as other men of his species?

She had been trying to get across to him that for her, it was
more than bribery or a passing interested, but he was either too
ignorant or stubborn to see past the end of his cock.

*The man is like Odysseus, tied to his mast,* she thought,
smiling grimly.

A tremble of pleasure passed through her as the thought brought
forth a rather perverted image of Ereck, tied to a huge six foot
cock that looked just like his own, listening to her siren call.

She would have to find a way to break through his defenses. Soon.

----

The three nearly transparent plasma containers moved through
the docking airlock and into the corridor. They sparkled as if
filled with thousands of tiny diamonds.

*Great. Intelligence in a zip-lock bag*, thought Vasdeferens.
But what he said was, "I'm Captain Ereck Vasdeferens, Commander
of this vessel. Welcome to the Labia Majora, Your Excellencies.
May your stay be without *ng-gah Whuee.*

"Us did impressed by having native talk our happenstance, Flesh
Leader. You are gratefulled by the *Ooph-harr Drr* of us home.
Personal your language wellness."

*I* told *Mo to get the damned translator fixed!* thought
Vasdeferens as he winced slightly.

"Let me show you to your quarters, Excellencies."

"Goodness," responded the floating plasma bags, in unison.

After leading the newly arrived Phallusian emissaries to their
accommodations, Vasdeferens pulled the Ambassador into a
conference room.

"So tell me what the deal is, please. What are these things?"

"They are a highly evolved species who no longer have a need
for bodies as we know them. The plasma containers basically keep
their brain functions operable. We have reason to believe that
if a lesion is created, that their essence will leak out, and
they'll be killed," explained the Ambassador. "Several ships
have previously come in contact with them, and, thinking they
were merely bags of precious stones, have opened them. The
results were... dramatic, to say the least.

"The entire crews, whether large or small, in a matter of
hours, had been reduced to sex-starved, obsessed maniacs. We
think it is a hormonal effect created by the interaction with
the physical structure of the ship. The result is a quickly
deteriorating ship with a crew who could care less and less
about anything but, to put it in the tamest of terms, fucking."

The Captain thought for a moment and then decided to confide in
the Ambassador. "We found one of the ships. The Cuckold." He
didn't mention the ominous sign.

"So you've seen it first hand?"

"Yes. And it's pretty much as you described. The crew is in our
sick bay now, either comatose from drugs or trying to have sex.
There doesn't seem to be a middle ground."

"I'd like to see them."

"As you wish."

As they walked to Sick Bay, the Captain had a rather morbid
thought, and said, "Ambassador, have you considered the idea
that these instances might not have been accidents of greed?
What if the Phallusians *want* their plasma bags violated? What
if these aren't the Phallusians at all? What if they're 'smart
bombs' or something else we've never considered?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Captain," sniffed the Ambassador.

----

Pegren Smegma watched his monitor. The humans were acting just
as they should. He listened and responded through the Remote
Controllers that had been passed off as native Phallusians.
Humans were, if nothing else, gullible. Too much television,
most likely.

The man before him in the monitor looked like a pretty easy
target. He also looked like the leader.

"Leader me Ereck Vasdeferens, Screwplate reasonable. Big Vagina
here us you. Future hope *Fuck In The Ass* please no."

Pegren winced. *I told N'gorge to fix the damned translator.*

He responded as best he could. "Amazing. You are already
learning our language so well. Very pleased to make your
honorable acquaintance, Leader. We wish you the highest of
Transcendent Orgasms. May you and yours always enjoy health."

"Big Cahuna room place find happy," said the human leader.

"Of course."

----

Tess looked in on the Phallusians floating in their
compartment. To put it succinctly, she was spying, but she had
permission. No one really trusted the Phallusians as of yet, and
observation was the order of the day.

The quarters were obviously much larger than needed, and had
fresh flowers placed on a very modern looking Formica table, and
a large bed, which had no use. Having had no warning about the
physicality of the Phallusians, she had, quite simply, no way of
knowing how to prepare. She didn't mind. They seemed content and
grateful, and she had done her best.

She was about to turn off the screen and go to bed when the
door to the Phallusians' compartment slid open. She gasped as
she saw who entered.

It was G'wanmuf Divan, the reporter.

Tess moved her hand back away from the switch and watched
intensely.

The Lesbiconians were legendary. In their particular thirty
years war, Earth had nearly fallen to Lesbicon Prime. The women
of Lesbicon emitted a strong pheromone that no woman could
resist. It dulled reasoning and engendered worship. Scary stuff.
It was also the subject of many of Tess's more forbidden
fantasies.

The treaty with the Lesbiconians assured that their organic
weapon would never be used on an Earth ship or any other humans,
but there had been rumors of rogues from time to time.

Even G'wanmuf's rise through the GalaxyVision News had been a
source of speculation for the more cynical. For a morale
officer, Tess was as cynical as they came.

Tess's eyes widened as G'wan approached and caressed the plasma
bags. Her hand slipped slowly inside the energy field of one,
and her eyes closed as her back arched.

Tess gasped. She could see Divan's nipples from the monitor.

Tess marked her quarters for privacy and plugged in a pair of
headphones. She didn't want to miss any of this. She kicked the
volume up another notch.

The plasma bags surrounded the lesbian reporter and... well,
they *grew*. 

G'wan slipped out of her clothes, slowly and seductively
teasing the unseen camera, as if she were putting on a show just
for Tess. The plasma bags slowly wrapped themselves around her,
becoming incredibly thin, and began pulsating, diamond lights
and spectral brilliance... as if they were part of the woman's
skin.

Tess couldn't look away. Tess didn't want to look away. Tess
was getting very, very wet.

Without warning, G'wan faced the hidden camera, and Tess
gasped. Her eyes, even the whites, were completely black.

Then, suddenly, the monitor went blank.

"Shit!" yelled Tess, jumping up and throwing off her
headphones. She ran from her room, and down to the corridor to
the visitors' quarters. "Double shit!" she cursed, as she saw
that the security guards were gone.

She opened the door and ran in.

Right into a brick wall of lust.

The door closed behind her.

"Lovers, let me introduce you to Tess Dosterohn. She's our
first new recruit."

"Recruit?" repeated Tess. It was suddenly so hard to think.
Of... Anything... But... Fucking... G'wanmuf.

Tess felt the drool running from her mouth but could not stop
it. She moaned as her hands came up to her chest and pulled her
nipples, twisting them cruelly...

"We never let on that we were also telepathic," crooned G'wan.
"You might as well enjoy this. You don't have any choice,
anyway. Between the pheromones and my mind, you are nothing but
a slave."

Tess was beyond arguing. "Might... as well... enjoy...
slave..." she moaned. Her body convulsed in a riptide of
pleasure that carried her out to a sea of wanton, thoughtless
abandon.

Her hair resting on the skin of her neck created ringlets of
pleasure that moved outward and downward across her body. It
wasn't in her to resist. She wanted to help. *I want to help,*
she thought.

*I know you do, Tess. And I haven't even touched you yet. And
more importantly, neither have the Lust Makers,* came G'wan's
thought, deep inside Tess's psyche. She came, hard, as the truth
came to her in a Tsunami of Understanding. As her orgasm carried
her into deeper and deeper water, she realized that the
Phallusians were not these... things... but it didn't matter...
and she would never tell... she just wanted to fuck and be
fucked, mouth to pussy to mouth to pussy in a glorious sixty-
nine of Lesbiconian bonding....

*And Tess... we haven't even begun seducing you...*

----

To be continued...


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