Vandread Fan Fiction ❯ Vandread: Seed ❯ Expanding Horizons ( Chapter 2 )

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Vandread: Seed
 
By: A-Z Mark II
 
Disclaimer: you know it by now.
 
Chapter 2: Expanding Horizons
 
Hibiki was - as usual - trying to evade a certain female. Also as usual, he was failing at it. Unlike usual, however, it was not a red-haired, alien-freak Dread pilot. No, it was much harder to evade this girl, as she seemed to be all too aware of what she was doing. “And what she is doing is beyond me.” muttered the young man, wedged into the top of his Vanguard's cockpit area. He had just barely avoided his ever-ardent pursuer Dita that way, but it would seem that Misty was not so easily fooled.
“I know you're here somewhere, Hibiki.” came her voice. In the small sliver of view he had of the gantry in front of the open, he saw her boots stop at the edge of the cockpit lip. A moment later, her dark-purple-haired head poked inside the cockpit, looking up at him. “There you are!” she chirped. Hibiki almost groaned.
“What do you want?” he demanded, letting his legs drop as he climbed down from the top of the cockpit. Misty just smiled at him.
“I was wondering if you would like some food.” she said innocently. Hibiki silently cursed his exposed weakness.
“Maybe a little later.” he replied tensely. Misty just smiled. “What are you smiling about?” he asked her suspiciously. Misty giggled.
“Nothing much.” she said easily. “But I was wondering if you would like to know more about those strange feelings you get when you're around women.” she baited. “And maybe you would like to know what causes certain things to grow when you see us.” she added, ducking back out of the cockpit of the Vanguard. “Well, I can see you're busy, so I'll be around when you get hungry.” she said, all but skipping off. Hibiki was working his mouth to ask her what she had been talking about, but for some reason, his tongue wasn't working.
It wasn't until she had cleared the hanger area for his unit that he realized that his dick was hard. Damn it, why does it do that every time I get close to women?! he wondered irritably. It always happened, and it meant that he would be uncomfortable for a while as it relaxed again. It really sucks when I have to pee and Dita appears, wanting to see my `antenna'. he thought. It takes forever to pee after that! Grumbling to himself, he was halfway back to working on the maintenance on his ship before the pieces of the puzzle fell together and dropped on him like a ton of bricks. “She meant…!” he breathed, stunned.
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“Oooh! I just can't stand it!” complained Dita, pacing back and forth in front of Meia and Parfet in the Observation Dome. “How come Misty always wants to get Mr. Alien alone?” she wondered anxiously. Meia watched the energetic pilot pace back and forth. When she was honest with herself, she admitted that she liked spending time with Hibiki, especially when they were combined in Vandread form.
“I'm sure it is just a temporary thing.” soothed the Dread Leader. “And in any event, Misty can't combine with him, so you can be sure that you are always going to be able to be with him - even if it is in the heat of battle.” said the ice-blue-haired leader. Dita knew that, but it still made her feel strange inside when she was the two of them together. It's almost like I have to break them up. she mused. But at least it isn't as bad as the excitement I feel when Hibiki and I are joined in our Vandread! For some reason, the cockpit of their Vandread had her sitting in Hibiki's lap.
The red-haired girl's nervous pacing ceased as she recalled another thing about their joined units. When I sit in his lap, something gets hard under my rear. When I bounce up and down, Mr. Alien makes funny noises and strange expressions. Dita's expression turned pensive; it was an odd look to see on her face. Come to think of it, that's where the girls said that men had that strange antenna or whatever it is. Maybe it hurts him when I do that! The honest girl didn't like that possibility. But if it hurts him, why doesn't he say anything? He always complains if something bothers him, but he doesn't say a word when I bounce in his lap. Another idea formed in her head. Maybe...it feels as good to him as it does to me!
Dita had discovered that when she bounced in Hibiki's lap that the strange, hard shape in the man's pants rubbed against her groin in a way that made her feel really good. She had come to look forward to the times when they fought together, since it gave her the chance to experience that feeling with him. It feels like when I masturbate, but it's so much stronger! she reflected.
Dita, though the youngest of the Dread pilots - and one of the youngest crewmembers of the Nirvana - had a certain level of sexual experience. Though she had only had one girlfriend, she and her partner had tried their hand at the kind of relationship that Jura and Barnette had. After three weeks of nightly experimentation, they had talked it over and decided that they were better as friends than as a couple. And while the experiments they had shared were pleasurable and had taught them both a number of things about their bodies, there had been something missing. Neither had been sure what it was, but something just wasn't connecting.
That had been a year ago. Dita had been on the pirate ship less than ten months when her first live mission had come down. It was the raid on the launch of the Tarak ship Ikazuchi. From the moment she laid eyes on Hibiki, she had not felt the same way. Now, a half a year later, she wasn't the only one feeling like they were experiencing something they hadn't know they were missing.
The alarm broke the silence that had fallen, and Dita and Meia sprinted for the flight deck. It was time to fight the Harvest drones again. As they climbed into their dreads, both women were eagerly anticipating the opportunity to combine with Hibiki. Behind them, Parfet jogged toward Engineering to tend to the ship under combat. As she swiftly moved toward her home territory, she considered some things that she and the doctor had been discussing a few days before.
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“You look like hell, Hibiki.” noted Duero as he spotted the young man entering the sick bay. Hibiki hadn't been hurt exactly - or so he said - but he had been with Jura in their Vandread when the enemy had sprung a nasty surprise on them with the sudden appearance of a copy of the Nirvana. Jura was being treated even as he spoke with Hibiki. The elegant blonde had managed to get several cuts and a concussion somehow.
Duero had almost finished the bandaging and was tending to some minor details. From the doorway, Hibiki watched as he finished up and moved to the next injured woman. With only three men on board, he was getting a crash course in female anatomy and treatments. Hibiki suspected that the doctor found the experience exhilarating. Treating a small burn and cut on the security girl's arm, Duero glanced at his `assistant', the youngest member of the pirate crew, Paiway Underberg. “Paiway, I need you to finish this up.” he said, motioning to the security girl.
“Roger.” said the nurse, swiftly taking over the final securing of the bandage and applying a bit of ointment to help the girl heal faster. Duero moved toward Hibiki.
“Let's see what that arm looks like.” he said, motioning to the bloody sleeve of Hibiki's shirt. Hibiki sniffed dismissively.
“It's nothing.” he insisted. “I just got a bit of Jura's blood on me when I was getting her out of the Vandread, that's all.” Duero's eyes narrowed a bit.
“So her blood tore your shirt like that?” he asked, indicating a ragged tear on the back side of the sleeve. Hibiki slapped a hand over it.
“I said it's nothing!” he snapped back. Barnette came running into the room, clearly upset about Jura being injured. Barnette herself was only still in one piece because Gasco had snagged her Dread with the delivery ship before she could go head-to-head with the Harvester pseudo-Nirvana. As it was, it had been a close thing, and only some fierce fighting from the entire Dread contingent had managed to break contact and allow the real Nirvana to put some distance between itself and the Harvester mother ship.
“Hibiki…” began Duero, used the touchy temper of the younger man. Hibiki glowered at him.
“Mister Alien!” came Dita's voice, preceding the girl herself by about a second. “Is Jura going to be ok?!” she asked. A few seconds later, Meia silently stepped into the room.
“Jura will be fine with some rest.” answered Duero. “I still need to check Hibiki, though, as it seems that they both got hit pretty hard.” he noted. Meia turned to look at Hibiki. Dita, too, turned to him, opening her mouth to doubtless badger him about getting checked.
“Fine!” snarled Hibiki, grabbing the info card he wore around his neck and throwing it at Duero, who deftly caught it. Turning to the reader, he slid it in, only to get an error message. Duero frowned.
“Most odd.” he murmured. Hibiki turned for the door, but paused to look back at Jura's unconscious form.
“Duero?” he said quietly. The doctor turned to look at the young man. “Treat her so she doesn't have any scars, ok?” he said before exiting sick bay. Duero blinked at the spot the young man had been in a moment before.
“Mejerian technology will make sure of that.” he mused to himself. But why would it matter to you, Hibiki? he wondered. Scars were sort of points of honor on Tarak, especially ones gotten from fighting the fierce women of Mejere. These changes in his behavior are most intriguing. he thought. Turning back to the info card, he tried it again, only to get an error message. After a moment of thought, he smiled. I bet that Parfet can find a way to read this thing. he bet himself.
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Misty had heard of the accident, of course, so she was expecting Hibiki to show up sooner or later for that dinner. She hoped that Dita wouldn't be attached to his side, but vowed that if the redhead was present, she would still begin her plan. After all, there would have to be some necessary sacrifices, due to the scarcity of men on the ship.
So, when Hibiki came onto the bridge, she wasn't surprised. With the captain and B.C. in a meeting in the captain's quarters, and her shift due to end soon anyway, she caught the eye of Ezra, glanced significantly at Hibiki, then raised an eyebrow. Ezra nodded. Lifting the station's data ring from around her seat, she stood. “Hungry?” she asked the young man. Hibiki nodded. “Then let's go get that meal, ok?” smiled Misty. In spite of the grim circumstances, she was enjoying herself.
No sooner had the bridge door closed behind the two than Celtic, Belvedere and Amarone were eagerly talking about it. Ezra found it interesting as well, but her main focus was on her baby. As the oldest of the main bridge crew members by two years, she was sort of the senior-most of them. As the three discussed the latest turn in the soap opera that was Hibiki and company, she silently listened as she monitored the ship's systems.
Oblivious to the gossip of the crew, Misty and Hibiki made their way to the dining room. Seeing that it was pretty much full, the two opted to take their food back to the hanger, where Hibiki's Vandread was sitting, still damaged from the shots he had taken while combined with Jura. Jura's Dread was currently under siege from a legion of cover-all wearing Parfet-clones from Engineering, who were feverishly repairing the Dread. Unobtrusively, the two moved through the hanger where the three modified Dreads resided to the next hanger over, where his Vanguard stood.
Misty suggested that they eat before he got to work on it, as he hadn't had a meal in a while. Hibiki was hungry, so he agreed, and the two sat on the floor in front of the Vanguard to eat. After the majority of the food had been consumed, Misty initiated the conversation. “So, did you want to know about the reaction you get from being near women?” she asked him before demurely sipping from her tea cup. Hibiki almost choked on his mouthful of food.
“Why do you have to ask that now?!” he sputtered. Misty just smiled calmly at him.
“Because now is as good a time as any.” was her reasonable reply. “Don't you want to know about it?” she baited. Hibiki considered that before slowly nodding. In the corner of the hanger, a security camera watched - and listened.
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“Wow!” exclaimed a register girl in awe-struck wonder. “Misty sure is good at handling men!” she breathed. In the dining room, Amarone was sitting in front of a small terminal, flanked by Belvedere and Celtic. The shy bridge bunny was decked out in another of her innumerable outfits. Today, it was a tight, skimpy exercise-like outfit. Behind the three, a mix of Register girls, security girls, housekeeping girls and Dread pilots were watching the feed from the hanger.
At a table one away from the action, Dita and Meia were sitting with coffee cups in hand. “I don't think we should be watching them.” she said, both to the group at the other table and herself. For some reason, knowing that her Hibiki was with Misty caused a tight, hard lump in her chest. Her hear rate was up as well, though she didn't notice. Meia was watching her newest pilot carefully, and noticed the elevated heart rate by the color on Dita's cheeks.
“Oh, come on! This is the best show around!” scoffed Belvedere. For some reason, the girls all wanted to see how things developed. Even Barnette, who didn't like men, kept finding herself drawn into the fascinating interplay between the men and the women - though it was more a case of the Dita/Hibiki relationship than in general, as the bridge crew were not impressed with `their' man, Bart. “Ooh! Did you see that? She wiped his lips for him!” squealed a security girl.
“And he didn't even flinch!” marveled a Register girl. Dita felt her heart skip a beat. He always flinches when I touch him unexpectedly. thought the girl.
“Misty's amazing!” gushed a Housekeeping girl. “I bet even a hundred and fifty Mejerians aren't a match for her!”
“Yeah, and she came from a time when men and women lived together!” agreed one of the Dread pilots.
“Would you shut up so I can hear them?” demanded Amarone. Dita stood.
“Enough of this.” she said, moving for the door. Meia watched her all but run from the room. Moving over to the group, she looked at the screen, where Misty and Hibiki were sitting face-to-face before his Vanguard, Misty patiently explaining things to the man. The pair were too far from the pickup on the camera to make it out cleanly, but Misty seemed to be telling Hibiki about how men and women joined.
Feeling a deep sense of unease in her chest - and a tingle in her groin, Meia reached past the three bridge crew members and killed the monitor. The small gathering `aawwed!' at that action. “You all have better things to be doing.” said the Dread leader. “Our ship is still not repaired, there is no telling when the enemy will return, and several decks are in need of upkeep. I'm sure that Gasco could use some help in Reg, if you have nothing better to be doing.” she directed the group. While not technically in command of the girls, she was widely respected and feared for her singular focus on her tasks; and to tell the truth, somewhat feared as well. She was one of the best combatants on the ship.
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“There's no way that your telling me the truth!” denied Hibiki stubbornly. Misty had expected this. Having explained - if not with complete accuracy - the interplay of the sexes, knew that he would not accept it right off, as it flew in the face of all he had been raised to believe. And since she had planned for this possibility, she had a plan in place for it.
“Hibiki.” she said seriously, touching his hand. When he looked at her, she went on. “If you want me to prove it to you, then come to my room tonight.” she said. Hibiki remembered the accidental promise to come to Dita's room, and was in no rush to make more promises.
“Why should I?” he asked suspiciously. Misty smirked.
“So I can prove to you that I'm telling you the truth.” she reasoned.
“Why your room, though?” he wanted to know. Misty shook her head.
“Because I am not an exhibitionist; at least, I don't think I am.” she said. She wasn't really sure yet, but she suspected that her outlook would be changing as she struggled toward her goal. Hibiki interrupted her thoughts.
“What's an exhibitionist and what's that got to do with what you said?” he asked. Misty just shook her head.
“I'll explain that tonight as well.” she hedged. “Just trust me on this, ok? If you want me to prove that I'm telling you the truth about your reactions to women and what happens between men and women, come to my room. Deal?” she asked.
Hibiki was saved from an immediate answer by the arrival of Dita, was just in time to hear Misty invite her `Mr. Alien' to her room. The redhead immediately got between the two, telling Misty that he had promised to come to her room first. Instead of the expected argument from the new girl, Dita was surprised by the strange smile on Misty's face when she said that if Hibiki went to her room before going to Dita's room, Dita would like it a lot better.
Repeated demands for an explanation from both Dita and Hibiki went unanswered. Misty swiftly gathered up the empty dishes and moved off, repeating her cryptic invitation. Hibiki - after a few moments of impotent anger over the strange behavior of women - declared that he had work to do, and threw himself into his repairs. Dita watched Hibiki work for a few minutes, but since he obviously didn't plan on talking to her at the moment, she decided to go check her own Dread over.
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“Ow.” moaned Jura, opening her eyes. Beside her bed was Barnette, who was asleep in a chair, her hand holding Jura's hand. Smiling a little, Jura moved to sit up, but froze as her head protested and her body ached. Lying back down, she eyed herself. Seeing the bandages, she guessed what had happened.
“I see you are awake.” came the voice of the doctor. Looking over, she saw him step past the curtain. Jura nodded slightly.
“Yes, but I feel like I have been run over by a cargo cart.” she complained. Duero checked her pulse and shined a small light into her eyes. Jura tolerated the exam as best she could.
“Well, you seem to be recovering pretty well.” he noted. “You are still slightly concussed, but judging from the rate of your recovery, you should be up and about by tomorrow.” he said simply.
“I see.” said Jura softly, hearing Barnette stir. “Do you know if anyone else was hit?” she asked. Duero nodded.
“A few of your Dread pilots got roughed up, and some of the ship crewmembers were slightly injured. You were the one that got hurt the worst.” he replied. Jura grimaced at that news.
“Lovely.” she muttered. “I'm sure I'll hear all about it for the next few days.” A thought occurred to her. “Was Hibiki injured?” she asked. Duero nodded.
“He appeared to have hurt his arm, but he refused to let me examine him to find out how badly he was hurt.” The man paused, then went on. “He carried you here and watched until you were treated, then he ran off to work on his unit.” he added. Jura felt an odd sensation in her chest at that news.
“How…unexpected.” she murmured. Barnette sat up and stretched.
“What's unexpected? You better not be saying that my being here is unexpected.” she warned her lover. Jura shook her head briefly.
“No, Barnette. I was saying that it was unexpected that Hibiki would carry me here, make sure I was treated, but then run off before his own injuries could be treated.” she explained. Barnette blinked.
“Yeah, that is kind of unexpected.” she agreed. Further discussion was interrupted by the arrival of Paiway.
“This is going to be the biggest Pai-check of all time!!” she exclaimed. Duero just watched her impassively, having become used to her erratic behavior. Barnette frowned at the nurse.
“What are you talking about, Paiway?” she demanded. Paiway put her frog puppet in front of her face before answering.
“Misty is going to have Hibiki come to her room tonight to prove something, ribbit!” she said through her puppet. “Rumor has it that she's going to prove something to him about men and women, ribbit!”
“Misty is going to prove something to Hibiki tonight in her room?” repeated Barnette, feeling an odd sensation in her throat at the news. Paiway let her puppet drop back onto it's sling.
“That's right!” she giggled. “And I'm gonna Pai-check it!” she gloated.
“Isn't Dita going ballistic about now?” wondered Jura. Dita always acted odd when a woman wanted to get between her and Hibiki, so Misty could only be asking for trouble inviting Hibiki to her room to prove something. Paiway shook her head.
“She worked on her Dread, then went to talk with Ezra.” reported the girl. Jura considered the news. Slowly, she turned look at Barnette. Seeing the look in the blonde's green eyes, the other girl groaned.
“Barnette, we need to see this.” purred the blonde.
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Not for the first time, Misty questioned her choice. And like the times before, she reviewed her situation, her goals and the available means, and decided that there was no other choice, really. Time was not something that she could piss away. She should have reached the first of the colony worlds within four years. That would have left her with a couple of years to organize the resistance before moving to the next group.
Instead, she had somehow missed the target, and gone deep-space in cold sleep. Maybe it was for the best that she had been found by the Nirvana, or she would have likely wandered the stars forever. Still, she was seventy years behind schedule, the Harvest was in full swing - and had apparently been so for may years now - and she was running out of planets that had both the resources to resist and the will. Hibiki's tale of the people of Ampothose had driven home the need to move fast, before simply bending to the Harvest became the only choice.
Misty needed an army. She needed a means of prosecuting her war. She needed to get the men and women working together, and damned fast. I need to get laid. she thought to herself, glancing at the clock. With no real idea of when - or even if - Hibiki would come by for the `proof' she offered, she had decided to spend the time in mental preparation. If all goes well, tonight I will officially become a woman. she mused.
Misty was a technical virgin, if not a strictly traditional one. She had been masturbating for a while before the attack on her outpost, and her hymen had been broken long before. While it was true that she had never slept with a man, she had a pretty good idea of most things sex related. Let's hear it for curiosity and access to the wrong kind of books. she thought sardonically. Her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror. That girl looks mighty determined. she thought. “That's me.” she murmured. She heard her door chime. “Showtime.” she thought to herself.
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At different places on the ship, that was the sentiment of three different groups as well. One group was the bridge crew, hiding in Celtic's room. Another group was Jura, Barnette and Paiway, watching the hijacked feed from Misty's room in the back of the sick bay. The last group was Dita and Meia, watching in Dita's room.
Each group had a different reason to watch, but they were all eager to see what Misty had told them about in action. In the case of Dita, it was more urgent than the others, as she had spent most of the day trying to decide if she should interfere, go to the room with Hibiki to protect him, or ignore the entire thing. Meia was watching because she wanted to know more about the interplay between men and women, but there was also the smaller issue of protecting the integrity of the Dread team and making sure that nothing happened to the only male that the three of them could combine with to make Vandreads. Jura wanted to discover how to obtain this `sperm' that Misty had mentioned, and to find out how to use it to make a baby.
With the act about to start, the groups all settled in to watch the drama unfold.
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Hibiki was not liking the situation much as Misty had a strange, psychotic gleam in her eye. Still, she had seemed relatively calm and restrained, and had started off easily enough, simply repeating her earlier statements in greater detail. Hibiki had accepted a drink from her as she built on her earlier theme. He didn't know that Misty had prepared that drink as a safety net in case he was feeling reluctant.
For the first hour, nothing much happened, except that the girls listening and watching learned some shocking truths. While several of them had their doubts, the reasoned, calm and logical way that Misty presented the facts undermined their disbelief. During this period, Misty had been slowly getting closer and closer to Hibiki - not unlike a shark slowly circles its prey in smaller and smaller circles.
“So.” said Misty, her tone low and warm, “Are you ready for the proof?” she purred. Hibiki was of two minds about that, but the nagging thought that her explanation made too much sense to be some sort of joke was hamstringing his desperate desire to dismiss her as playing some female ploy on him.
“And just how do you plan to prove any of that…stuff?” he asked, feeling his face gain heat as he spoke. Misty leered at him.
“Oh, like this!” she giggled, pouncing on him, sealing her lips to his. For several seconds, he was frozen as he felt her tongue invade his mouth. Then, he tried to get her off him, but she refused to let him go. After a few failed attempts to get her off him, he slowly put his arms around her.
This is kind of weird, but it feels…good. he thought, surprised. About the time he decided that, Misty finally broke the kiss and leaned back a bit. Hibiki found himself panting and his dick was so hard it hurt. Misty's lips kept twitching into a smile as she looked at him.
“Was that so bad?” she asked rhetorically. “And that's just the beginning.” she promised, straightening and swiftly unfastening her one-piece dress. Standing, she wiggled out of it, leaving her in one of the thin, black bras that the girls wore under their uniform; or, in some cases like Dita, as a top and a tiny pair of panties. With the advances that the Mejerians had in clothing manufacturing, the garment was thin, sheer and comfortable, though it felt too confining to Misty at the moment. Hibiki found himself staring at the two modest-sized `breasts' as Misty had informed him they were commonly known as in her day. He noticed that there were two small peaks on each, clearly visible through the black cover.
Misty noticed his attention on her breasts. “Like what you see?” she asked the young man, who nodded before he knew what he was doing. Misty giggled. “I'm glad.” she went on. “But there is no reason that you shouldn't get familiar with them.” With that, she tugged off the bra and skinned off her panties. Stepping back to Hibiki, who was sitting on the edge of her bed, frozen in place, she knelt in front of him.
Taking his hands in her own, she pulled them to her breasts. Hibiki had no idea why he started to massage them and explore them with his hands while Misty hummed approval. He seems to have more instinct that the other two men. I wonder why? mused the castaway as she felt his curious touch on her sensitive nipples. Time enough for that later. she directed herself. Let's keep this moving while we have a good start. Reaching forward, she touched Hibiki's pants.
His fascination with the feel of her breasts was shattered by her touch on his aching member. “Wha…what are you doing?!” he demanded, scared that maybe the rumors about girls eating men's guts were true, after all. Misty looked up at him and smiled at him reassuringly.
“I'm just proving my point, Hibiki.” she said, working on his pants by feel. Before Hibiki could form an opinion on that, she had found the opening and slipped her hand inside, brushing aside the loin-cloth like cover he wore under his baggy pants and touching his member directly. Another moan came from Hibiki as he felt her cool, soft fingers close around his shaft. “You feel nice.” she husked to him, using her other hand to finish unfastening his pants.
With that done, she brought her hand and his dick out of his open fly and eagerly eyed her prize. For all that Hibiki wasn't tall, he had a nice-sized dick, Misty decided. Not a monster, but nothing to be ashamed of. And it was thick, too. Slowly, she began to jack him off. Hibiki didn't know what to do about the powerful pleasure flowing over him from her actions. After a couple of minutes, Misty moved forward.
Though she had not had a lover before, she had had a dildo back on Pluto and it had been her best friend. With her interest in sex, she had practiced all sorts of things with the synthetic phallus. Now, she used that experience on her first real dick. Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his dick before opening her mouth and engulfing the head of his penis in her warm, wet mouth. To her surprise, she found that she was drooling heavily. Well, it just makes it easier! she thought without concern. Bobbing her head, she took him a bit deeper each time.
Hibiki was stunned as he felt her taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He had never felt anything like it before, and he knew that jerking off would never be worth the effort again after this. Without conscious direction to do so, he put his hands on the side of her head, urging her deeper and faster. Misty obliged him, increasing her pace, depth and suction. At the top of each cycle, she ran her tongue around his tip before plunging down again.
Why do they always do that thing with the head? she wondered in a small part of her mind. Her research had indicated that men found it damn near necessary to guide the girl's head with his hands. Misty had no idea why, and under other circumstances, she might have stopped to ask him to let her go at her own pace, but right now, she had things to do. So, she let him guide her. Fortunately for her, his length only just touched the back of her throat, and thanks to her practice with her toy, she was able to suppress her gag reflex.
“M…Misty!” he gasped, holding her head tight to the base of his dick. Feeling his balls with her fingertips, she felt them contract, and got ready to swallow as his rod spasmed in her mouth. “Ahh!” groaned Hibiki as jet after jet of cum shot down the girls throat. Misty eagerly swallowed as fast as she could. After five powerful jets, he was done, sagging on her bed as his hands limply fell from the sides of her head. Misty slowly pulled her head back, keeping her suction up as she did so. She wasn't ready to let it go at that.
Once she had reached his tip, she gave it a thorough massage with her tongue, feeling some small bits of life in it. With a wet pop, her lips parted company with his dick, now mostly soft, but showing signs of a swift recovery. Misty licked her lips as she stood. “So, was that good?” she asked teasingly. Hibiki could barely nod to her. Helping him out of his clothes, she positioned him on the bed and lay down beside him. “While you're resting, would you like to see what women have down there?” she asked, spreading her legs and bending her knees. Hibiki's eyes widened at that remark.
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Other than some muffled sounds, Dita was quiet as the first act unfolded. When Misty had reached into Hibiki's pants, Meia had had to grab Dita to stop her from running to `rescue' Hibiki from the girl. Since she couldn't go save him, she settled for screaming insults at Misty. So, Meia had slapped a hand over the girl's mouth. Naturally, Dita had tried to get free of her Dread commander, but Meia was one of the - if not the - best hand-to-hand fighters on the ship, and thus, the angry Dita went no where.
In the sickbay, Barnette felt both nauseous and fascinated as Misty had sucked on Hibiki's dick like it was a lollypop. Jura had been avidly watching for any signs of Hibiki's seed - or `cum' as Misty called it - but hadn't seen any. It was Paiway's innocent question of rather or not men's seed was poisonous that forged the connection in the blonde's brain. With more information to digest, she impatiently awaited the next stage.
In Celtic's room, the bridge crew members were sitting there in shock. That Misty - who spent a lot of time on the bridge getting familiar with the jobs of that area - was so casual about engaging in such acts with men was incomprehensible. There was the natural revulsion to men that they had always had, but under it was an odd feeling that they couldn't pin down. Now, it looked like things were moving on.
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Misty got comfortable on her back, her hands holding her wide-spread knees as she watched Hibiki slowly ease down to see what women had. She fought off the urge to laugh at the way that he moved. It's like he thinks that something is going to lunge out from down there and swallow him up! she thought amusedly. of course, considering the way that they act and talk, the men of this time might just believe exactly that. The notion sobered her a bit, but was soon thrust aside as she felt a timid touch on her outer labia. “It's ok, Hibiki.” she soothed him. “It's safe.”
Silently, Hibiki slowly explored her sex, finding it alien and fascinating. Bit by bit, he became bolder as he touched her and nothing bad happened. Still, from the occasional gasps, flinches and giggles, he knew that she was feeling everything he did. As he explored, he noticed a small nub at the top of her groin begin to swell. He also noticed an increase in the wetness of her lips. Curiously, he tapped the strange button with his fingernail.
“Ow!” she yelled, her legs jerking inward some. Hibiki recoiled from her like she had suddenly turned into a cube-type unit.
“What was that about?!” he demanded shakily.
“It's ok, really,” replied Misty, “just be gentle. A woman is a lot more sensitive down there than a man.” she explained. “And you need to be especially careful with my clit.” she added.
“Your what?” asked the man stupidly. Misty smothered the grimace at his lack of knowledge. Oh, I'll make sure you learn what a clit is! she promised herself. But for now, let's keep moving. “That place you just touched. You know, the one that looks a little like a button?” she prompted. Hibiki moved closer to her sex again. He didn't notice that his dick was getting hard again.
“You mean here?” he asked, carefully touching it. Misty hummed.
“Yes. When you touch a woman there, be gentle and caress it.” she said. “It feels really good if the guy is gentle.” she elaborated. Hibiki wasn't sure if he should risk touching her again. Then, an idea hit him.
“Show me how you touch yourself.” he suggested. Misty started to say no, but then reconsidered. Given Hibiki's lack of knowledge, she figured that this was the fastest and least painful way to teach him.
“Sure. I can do that.” she agreed. “Pay attention, ok?” she directed him, moving one hand to her wet groin and easing her outer lips apart to reveal her inner passage. With her middle finger, she rubbed her slit from her clit to the very bottom of her vagina, spreading the growing fluid over her fingers and her outer lips. “Do you see how I am touching it?” she asked. Seeing him nod, she went on.
“When you touch a girl, it isn't about how hard you touch her, it's about how careful you are and your timing.” She paused to move her hand away from her snatch and spread her fingers, ropes of her fluid connecting them. “When a girl gets excited, she starts to produce fluid. That's what this is.” she made sure he had seen it, then returned her hand to her sex, easing a finger into her passage. “Can you see where I put my finger?” she asked. Once more, a nod. “Well, that is where you put your penis when we have sex.” she explained.
“You mean I…there?!” asked an awed Hibiki. Misty nodded, feeling herself climbing toward orgasm. Adding a second finger, she began to rub her clit with her thumb. Hibiki looked at her twin fingers going in and out of her wet tunnel. “But, it's too small.” he murmured. Misty giggled excitedly.
“Oh, it's not too small!” she promised him. She had decided to save explanations about the actual mechanics of sex for later. Feeling an orgasm coming on, she decided to hold off and get Hibiki used to sex. “Matter of fact, how about I show you?” she said, her tone sultry. It wasn't until his dick twitched that he realized that he was hard again.
Misty smiled and wiggled her hips. “Come up here.” she directed. Hibiki began to move to her side, but she shook her head. “No, not like that.” she corrected. “Crawl up between my legs. Yes, like that. Now, put her hands by my side. No, you need to move your knees so that they are on either side of my hips.” Hibiki did as she directed, realizing that his erect member was now touching her wet groin and soaked fingers. Misty licked her lips as she caressed his dick with her girl-cum soaked fingers before positioning him at her entrance. “Now, ease forward.” she commanded.
Doing as she asked, he leaned forward, feeling an incredible sense of tightness and wet warmth against the tip of his shaft. Not feeling himself sinking deeper, he eased back. “I said it was too small.” he noted, somewhat miffed. That would have felt incredible!
Misty laughed. “Hibiki,” she said, touching his cheek with her other hand, “you have to push a bit harder than that.” she said. “Come on, push harder.” she urged him. “I can promise you that you won't hurt me.” she enticed him. Hibiki's expression became determined.
“Ok, if you're sure.” he said, pushing harder against her. Misty curled her legs around his waist and urged him on with her ankles. This time, he felt himself push into her a bit farther. The sensations were maddening. Instinct began to overtake reason as he pushed into her harder and harder.
Both of them gasped as his tip popped into her completely. Hibiki had never felt so good in his life as he did right then. For her part, Misty felt her passage stretched as it had never been stretched before, and she wanted more. Fortunately, Hibiki had unknowingly allowed his instincts to take over, and was already hammering into her harder and faster. It was only three strokes after his tip split her lower lips that he was fully inside her.
“God, that feels so good!” grunted Misty as her lover began to pound her hard and fast, his orgasm fast approaching. Misty herself was almost there. “Do me! Come on! More!” she demanded greedily of Hibiki. “Cum inside me, Hibiki! I want it!” she howled, feeling herself slip off the precipe of her climax. With a final shove, Hibiki blew his second load that night, flooding the girl's formerly-virgin passage with his cum.
“Ah!” he groaned, slowly collapsing on top of Misty. The fourteen-year old girl wrapped her arms around him as she slowly felt her orgasm fade. By the time she was back to herself completely, Hibiki was asleep. Seeing this, Misty smiled.
It took her another five minutes, but the black-haired newcomer got them situated together in her bed and got comfortable before drifting off to sleep. That went well. she mused. Her pussy throbbed with content pleasure, and she could feel their mixed cum in her passage. That thought sobered her a little.
“Hope my steri-plant survived the trip.” she mumbled. Like all girls on Pluto, she had been injected with a tiny birth-control device on her first period. It was generally the custom to wait until a girl was about eighteen before planning on children. But it is different here. thought Misty. If I get pregnant, then so be it. Besides, it's too late to worry about it now, and it might not even be an issue, if the steri-plant survived. Vowing to talk to Hibiki in the morning, she snuggled closer and drifted off to sleep.