Quickly deciding to leave the human in her stomach to die, Procerita hastily turns around and runs to her ship. 

…Or at least that’s what she thought of them. 
Meanwhile, Max was very much alive, being tossed around in the living prison, he sobbed and tried to hold a position that wasn’t beneath the destructive liquid.

As the Giant runs to her ship she can see the Aelmari being beamed down, thankfully she was not within range. However, she had to leave fast, as the orbital cannons are going to warm up soon and she will be removed from the universe very soon, torn apart down to the very atom. 

Reaching the ship she hurriedly punches in the passcode on her arm computer and the platform is lowered. Before it even touches the ground, the Glalan has already managed to jump atop it and rush to her cockpit. Quickly diverting almost all power to the thrusters and reorienting them. The spare power is used to warm up the faster-than-light drive, which is slightly outdated and slower but is utterly untraceable, while also having the advantage of sending ripples of time dilation more effective at system scrambling than even the rumoured neuronet scramblers used against Aelmari’s telecommunication systems.

As she begins to take off, the ship shakes violently, and fire engulfs the entire right side of the cockpit window. Unable to stop the liftoff procedures, she buckled into her seat and holds her breath. 
The ship maintains vertical gain and has proper escape velocity, but is spinning rapidly. The g-force counterweight also seems to be malfunctioning, an issue that will have to be remedied once the atmosphere is escaped. 
Procerita’s face goes pale, but she has no issue remembering her training for an event like this. Quickly straightening her back and holding tightly onto the armrests.

The emergency warning finally enables, the alarm blaring and the red lights spinning around the room. 
Spinning. 

So much spinning.

Too much spinning.

Atmosphere is escaped and the drive is ready. Pushing the lever forward, the area in front of the ship glows bright and small tears in the fabric of reality appear around the ship. 

And then the ship is gone. Disappearing into their optimal speed, the cat-eared warrior quickly undoes her seatbelt and rushes to the corner of the room. Finally reaching the sink that was conveniently placed in the cockpit for events like this, she places her head over it and heaves, and heaves, and heaves, until she pukes violently, the contents of her stomach emptying into the deep metallic divot in the table. 

There is movement in the sink, the cat girl quickly taking notice. Staring in confusion she sees the man she had swallowed early stand up. Eyes wide, he puts his hands on his now cleanly-shaven chest, the acid having melted it off. Probing his body with his hands, checking if his body was intact, his face fills with glee, which quickly dissolves as he looks around and remembers that while he is not dead, he is far from free.

Her eyes flash with what he thinks is relief for a moment, but it is quickly replaced by a cold stare as she turns on the tap.

The downpour of cold water is shocking at first, but a welcome change after the sensation of burning being the only thing he knew for so long. 

She wordlessly picks him up out of the sink and reaches for a tall bottle of what he assumes to be these aliens’ version of alcohol. Filling a shot glass the size of a large bucket, she points to it and says, “wash with it, it will neutralize the acid. I drank that and it was the only thing keeping you from being a gross piece of sludge.”

Doing as he is told, he splashes the substance on himself, rubbing it on his face and neck. Giving it a taste, it is bitter but surprisingly intoxicating. 
After washing himself with the substance he still feels confused. Drinking more of the substance definitely helped calm his nerves, and with restricted brain power, not only did he not worry about the problems at hand, he couldn’t comprehend even the most basic of them.

Seeing as the giant beast has left the cockpit, Max decides to wander across the area that stretches around most of the perimeter of the room. A massive angular glass window sits around the room, covering most of the vertical and horizontal angles. The apex of the glass sits at the top of the room, presumably also being the tip of the ship, with various consoles and a chair that looks like it would be comfy if it weren’t hundreds of times his size. 
In the wall close to the sink is a metal box that is set into the wall. A screen with a strange language sits beside it. Stepping towards it, he asks,

“I wonder if it is voice activated?”

At just that sentence, the screen fades and reappears in English. His eyes widen and he gazes upon the structure

“Woah” 

He looks at the screen and decides he would like to find out what it does. There are pictures of various things that look like guns, tools, and even clothes. 
Looking down at his own nude form, he strolls up to the glass and reaches up towards the picture of clothes. Pressing the button, a brilliant red shines from the area beside the screen. 

“REPLICATION COMPLETE” the machine says in a robotic tone.

Going towards the source of where the red light was, he sees it has been replaced with a silver suit.
Grabbing it, he pulls it up his legs and puts his arms in. Almost immediately, the suit begins to shift and conform to his shape, and he feels it vacuum-seal itself to him. 

Giddy with excitement, he runs up to the machine to see what else he can make.

… 

Returning to the cockpit, the Glalan wipes the sweat off her forehead, having had to fix the G-force controller without any assistance from the nanites. As the door opens in a spiral format (as per her request when building it) she steps in and stops. 
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, HUMAN?!”
The human had somehow used her replicator to craft a floor that was changing colour and a diamond-studded orb that was reflecting light. He had even crafted a hologram that was projecting a crowd around his small dance floor. Looking closely she sees he had brought the shot glass over with him, presumably consuming the liquid. 

Pausing the holograms the human steps out to the front of the table. 

“Heyyy! *hic* what do you *hic* think of my dance number?”

She continues staring at him, not moving an inch and looking extremely unhappy.

“OoOoh, do you not *hic* like Michael Jackson? How could you not? It’s just Human Nature hehe… oh yeah *hic* you’re a stupid alien you wouldn’t get it…”

Listening to the human embarrass himself, despite her best efforts she loses her stone cold face to a short giggle. Covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter, she giggles, 

“You are quite the idiot. How about you come over to my chair before I do something to you you might not like?” 

Stumbling over to the holograms, he exclaims
“I think she *hic* likes me!”

He attempts to rest his arm on the hologram’s shoulder, but instead falls down, having forgot they weren’t real. 

Watching the human shamble across the table, the Glalan rolls her eyes and grabs the human, placing him on top of the console. 

“Alright how about we do this. I will answer any questions you have about me and when we are done I will find a place for you to rest.”

“Nooo, that’s so boring”, The boy slurs, “How about we play truth or dare?”

“What is that?”  

“Well, *hic* what you do is you ask the other person to choose a truth or a dare, and whatever they *hic* pick, the other person tells them what to do or they have to drink”

“Fine, human. But only because I’m bored.”

“Alright, cat lady. Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“I’ll start you off easy *hic*, what’s your name?”

“Procerita.”

“Ha, you got a funny name. Mine’s Max”

He extends his hand for a handshake, but quickly retracts it, realizing the absurdity of shaking hands with this behemoth.

“Alright, now you human. What is your choice?”

“Tru-no wait *hic*, dare! Uhh, no. Truth, final answer!”

“Why did you call me a cat-girl?”

“Oh that’s easy *hic*. It’s cuz you have little cat ears!” Max says, putting his hands next to his head with his index fingers pointing up to imitate cat ears, “And that *hic* fluffy tail! Like a really big kitty cat! Meow!”

She toys with her arm computer and a look of anger crosses her face. 

“You think I look like these lazy fucks?!”

“Yeah! And they are lucky too because all they have to do *hic* all day is lay around and people just feed ‘em!”

“Ugh. Whatever.”

“Ok now you. *hic* Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Where are we *hic* going?”

“I’m going to Glalan Prime, my home planet where I receive high praise. But first we need to make a few stops to fix my ship”

“Well then where am I going?” 

“Well, you are going in my ass”

Max’s eyes widened in shock “What?!”

“You heard me. I found you, I can do whatever I want with you. Especially after your stupid little planet cost me quite a few credits.”

“I DON’T WANNA DO THAT!” Max shouted, to no reaction from the beast. 

“I’m not sure how much trouble I could get into if anyone finds you, so you are going to be in there while I go through security when we land.”

Desperately trying to escape the situation, Max attempts to take up a lighthearted joking tone, “at least b-buy me dinner first! Ha… ha…?” But the fear in his voice is easily recognizable.

“Don’t worry about it!” Procerita retorts, letting the suit drop to her feet, “you’ll be just fine!” She reaches for the shot glass and instantly flicks the liquid into her mouth.

“Physically, anyway…” she mutters under her breath. 

Throwing away the shot glass carelessly, she moves toward her toy to the point where he can feel the moisture of her breath. “Those are some cute clothes you got there. You wanna take ‘em off?”, she says in a low voice, seduction creeping into her tone.

Looking at her now he sees her lightly tanned skin, impossibly smooth. As his eyes drift lower down her body he sees her breasts, shining slightly from the effort of repairs. The large mammaries move up and down with her breath. Drifting lower still he sees her stomach, where a small outline of abs exists.

Behind her he can see her tail flicking up and down. returning to her front, he sees her nether regions, with a thick, but well-groomed triangular bush, sitting above a slightly wet vagina, with her lower lips slightly parted. As his eyes drift lower-

“Hey buddy, my eyes are up here.” His eyes immediately dart back up, caught ogling the giant once again. “I believe I asked you something”

“Uhh y-yeah” he stuttered, looking for the release mechanism on his clothes.

Letting out a deep annoyed sigh, Procerita extends a claw and quickly slices the suit off. 

Scanning his body, the feline woman sees he is erect again.

“I see you down there. Maybe you’ll enjoy this as much as I will”

Quickly swiping her hand and grabbing the human, she brings him up to her mouth.

Extending her tongue, Max braces his arms as the tongue begins to lick his upper body, to the point where nothing was left dry. 

Standing up from the cockpit, Procerita leans over her chair, arching her back and moving her contraband towards her behind. 

Max was not only scared at this point, he was angry. Angry because not only were his genitals betraying him again, but his own mind. Because he was enjoying the fear, and was turned on by being so weak in the face of this goddess. 

Max chased fear because it got his adrenaline pumping. It was why he was in the forest, far away from society.

As he cursed at himself, his heart skips a beat,
There it was.

He was too busy being in his own head that he neglected to notice he was facing the umfathomable rear. Stretching out in both directions were the huge cheeks. There was enough muscle that they were firm and held upright but enough fat that it wasn’t bony. Above his head, he saw the tail continue to flick up and down, making a quiet thumping sound behind him on the top of the console he was resting on moments ago.

Between the cheeks was the place he was about to become a guest to.

Coated in various biological oils and small droplets of sweat. Wrinkled and rubbery. The hue was about three shades darker than the skin around it. It was close enough he could smell it. Earthy and heavy air, and would be gut-wrenchingly repulsive to anyone who didn’t grow up on a manure farm. 

Savouring her power, Procerita winks her pucker at him and brings him closer to it.

The stench grows worse but the pheromones take hold, clouding his thoughts even more. He can feel the heat radiating off the anticipating hole. 

Finally she feels his head make contact. Moving her hand slightly down, she drags his head against it, the force moving his head and putting his face against it.

He can taste it. He can smell nothing else. His face is coated in the oils hidden within the wrinkles. She begins working him around in a clockwise motion, loosening the area. 

Biting her lip, Procerita relishes in the power she feels. The only time she has ever felt power like this was when she fought against the Flemac on their home planet.  She could never tell him that this was the first time anyone else had touched her in a sexual manner. 

She increases the force against him, and by extension her asshole. Thankfully there wasn’t a single hair, that much he could be thankful for. 
Feeling confident she moves him to the centre and provides a firm push, causing his head to sink in. Him taking notice of this, he immediately tries to break free, pushing his hands against her and trying to pull back.

Feeling his cold hands on the sensitive skin of her pucker, she lets out a quiet moan and her muscles jump from the excitement, giving a quick but forceful push, sending Max rapidly in, up to his elbows.
Inside her now, Max is extremely grateful he isn’t claustrophobic, or this bad experience would be exponentially worse. She gives another push, accompanied by the muscular sphincter pinching his waist. He slides in a few more inches.

Not being one for patience, Procerita moved her hand down his body to make one big push. 
Both realizing the time has come, they both take a deep breath simultaneously in preparation for the ensuing event. 

With a big push, Procerita shoves the human all up to his ankles, where her rectal muscles do the rest of the work, sucking him right in. 

Even within her colon, he can hear her resounding moan. The tight tube is extremely dark and getting his bearings was impossible due to the shifting walls and slimy, slippery walls. The air was even more dense here and impossibly humid. The smell was similar to the one he encountered outside, only magnitudes more potent. 

Impulses took over and he writhes his heart away, punching and kicking the walls, knowing it is futile but continuing nonetheless. 

The sensation for Procerita was heavenly, and the thought of Max’s terror made her sopping wet. 
His thrashing was wonderful, and she came to the conclusion now was as good a time as any to start playing with herself.

Tiring out, Max could feel something on the other side of the “wall” of the undulating cavern, moving up and down, up and down. Max couldn’t believe it. She was getting off to this! 

Max stopped his thrashing for a bit to take a breather, inhaling deep breaths of tainted air. Feeling her fingers still on the other side, picking up speed until he felt the surrounding walls pulsate stronger and faster than before, squishing him each time and slathering him in mucus. 

Suddenly, with the biggest pulse of them all, the walls become incredibly tight, quivering. The world around him shakes.

A few minutes later, he can feel her walking, then lying down.

Procerita, feeling fulfilled, decides to take a nap as she waits to arrive at her destination.

She smiles, knowing Max is not getting out until she bids it so. 

Dozing off, she imagines other things she could do with Max.

“ENTERING ATMOSPHERE. PLEASE RETURN TO COCKPIT.”

“Ready?” Procerita whispers.

Aelmari ships were fast, efficient, and accurate. The executioner would be here within hours to raid the bazaar and lock off all exits to scan for glalans who may have participated in the raid and escaped. They used a wide variety of scans to find their target, mainly heartbeat sensors and a device that can be used to detect a specific gene indigenous to all earth life, ranging from humans to single-celled organisms to flowers.

Procerita stood in the tub, with Max in the soap dish. 

The Aelmari were likely aware that their supplies had been ransacked and they were likely on their way. Procerita sat in her open palm, watching as her other hand entered the code that activated the elevator.

When Procerita had finally settled down, a considerable amount of time had passed. Max had sat there, wordlessly, looking her in the eyes. It gave her the courage to look into her life when she never previously felt brave enough. 

“No one can fix a whole planet. I’m just going there because there are no Aelmari.” Procerita fretted.

Max was silent. Deciding it was better to not badger her any further, he relaxed into her soft body and was lulled into sleep, the sun’s warmth covering him like a blanket.

…

The face of the Executioner. It’s eyes poured into his soul. A wide grin was across it’s face. The muscles in its face were frequently twitching and it’s skin was flowing like water and would jump, outstretching small tentacle-like protrusions in his direction. 

It’s lips curled back to reveal uncomfortably white teeth, they seemed to shine. It’s mouth began to open, endless darkness beyond it’s expanding maw. 

It kept expanding past normal size. It unhinged like a snake with a disgusting crunch, shattering it’s own jaw.

…

Max’s eyes shot open, his heart smashing against his chest like a sledgehammer. There was something in his mouth. Bringing a finger to his lip he could see some form of bioluminescent purple residue. Wiping his arm on his sleeve, he began to sit up. The rec room panels were visible again. He was sitting on Procerita’s stomach still. It was cold. So cold.

He could feel movement. She was sitting up?

Procerita would consider herself a heavy sleeper but there was something that had woke her up. She could feel Max’s movement on her. Without thinking, she sat up, causing Max to tumble near the waistband of her bikini. 

“Ooo, morning sex? Yes please!” Procerita giggled, rubbing her eyes. 

“Wait! I think there’s something wrong-“ Max protested, shivering.

Before he could finish his sentence, Procerita had pressed her finger against his lips and lifted up the waistband of the bikini with her thumb. 

There’ll be time to tell her later, and I probably should do what she says in case she’s feeling a bit grumpy, Max reasoned with himself. Besides, he could feel the warmth of her genitals wafting out, carrying an alluring scent on it. 

Turning around, two fingers were approaching him. Before he could react, his legs were swept out from beneath him and he was being pushed onto Procerita’s womanhood. Retracting her fingers, the waistband snapped against Max’s back, tightly pushing him against her pussy. 

Procerita looked down at Max’s outline on her two-piece. His face was right up against her clit, sending shivers up her spine. Biting her lip, she traced his outline with her finger, and stood up. While he didn’t move much, she could feel him kissing her clit sensually and grinding on her slowly. 

Leaving the rec room, the Glalan walked upstairs and began collecting her thoughts over a cup of tea. 

THE INSURGENT MUST BE CRUSHED

BOOKMARKED RECORDING

“AUTOPILOT ENABLED.”

Max had adjusted the muzzle and ammo type so that it functioned more like a railgun than a regular earth weapon. Without the concern of gunpowder or gunpowder-like alternatives, recoil was immediately reduced. This came with the added bonus of the velocity from the magnetic rails. Finally, he made an integral change that would be especially effective against the Aelmari: absolute zero bullets. Upon impact, they would immediately freeze anything it came into contact with.

Printing it, the design change was immediately apparent. Procerita charged back into the room, now fully armed with two shield projectors. One in use, and one on her belt.

As soon as it was done, Procerita grabbed the gun and loaded it. She had a grenade bandolier, and somehow had the time to put war paint under her eyes. Max couldn’t understand the need to waste precious seconds on aesthetics, but had to admit it looked cool. 

“Game plan?” Max asked.

“I need you to go near anywhere she’s going to attack. Aelmari are almost completely incapable of injuring a human, that’s why we haven’t already been reduced to space dust.”

“… almost?”

“Don’t worry about that. Hop on.” Procerita outstretched her hand.

The autopilot interrupted, “LANDING COMPLETE. PLEASE STEP OUTSIDE.” 

Stepping down the stairs to the bay, they both looked at each other. Procerita took a deep breath. 

A hiss could be heard as the door began to lower. This was it. 

The landing area was completely overgrown, the plants in life support likely having escaped. The lights were flickering, but still remained on. Everything that wasn’t a plant was made of colourless metal.

As she stepped out, the executioners ship flew in. It’s design was similar to the one they had seen at the bazaar, only smaller, likely containing less rooms, and a much smaller bay. 

The ship gracefully landed, hardly making a sound. The bay door immediately dropped down. 

Carnifex the Executioner. She was even more terrifying in person. 

She was in a skintight suit similar to Procerita’s, with high heels and visible cleavage. She walked with confidence and a feminine sway to her hips. Her sneering grin that never seemed to leave her face was still as unsettling as ever.

There they both stood. Procerita kept her finger on the trigger, Max now sitting on her shoulder. 

They both started circling around, like sharks around their prey. They made direct eye contact. 

Max whispered into Procerita’s ear, “if one of your bullets makes contact it will freeze her. You should be able to use any blunt force to remove the limb. She won’t be able to heal it back.”

While Procerita had accidentally broke eye contact, Carnifex quickly seized the opportunity to bring up a ball of white hot plasma, and bring it up to throw. 

In the blink of an eye, Procerita raised her gun and shot the plasma out of the air. The ball dissipated immediately. 

Carnifex started charging immediately, raising her fist to make a hit. Max jumped to Procerita’s face, causing the executioner’s hand to rapidly change direction and miss Procerita’s face.

While the Executioner was stunned by its own directives, Procerita put the barrel of the gun to the Aelmari’s forearm and pulled the trigger. 

Immediately the effect was powerful. Her arm changed to a light shade of blue. Procerita head butted the forearm, and it snapped off with ease.

It hir the floor and shattered.

Carnifex jumped back, and her sneer immediately faded, and was briefly replaced by fear, before turning to rage. 

Her skin began to ripple like water. Her arm went from looking like broken glass to a stub. Her eyes twitched and her hand spasmed. 
Max had moved to the top of Procerita’s head. Procerita grabbed a few grenades off the bandolier, clenching them and setting off the fuse. They flashed with a bright red light as she tossed them underhand toward the threat.

Carnifex quickly dove out of the way, the explosives detonating moments later. As the Aelmari rolled back into standing position, Procerita drew another grenade. As she began the throwing motion, Carnifex liquified and attempted to solidify behind Procerita. 

But Procerita was aware. 

Quickly clenching the grenade she reached her arm backwards behind her so that as Carnifex manifested the grenade would be inside her torso. 

And it worked. As Procerita withdrew her hand the grenade was left inside the Executioner. 

The grenade set off within her gut. It shot blue liquid across the room, staining Procerita’s outfit. There was now a gaping hole in her torso, oozing with blue liquid.  

But Carnifex refused to die. She looked up towards Procerita. Her shining green eyes filled with unfaltering hatred. Her body pumping resentment instead of blood. 

Quickly, she jumped and tackled Procerita, her gun falling out her hand. Max fell aside. They were rolling around trying to restrain one another. 

Max looked to the gun. It was facing towards them. 

Max grabbed the trigger, sticking his leg on the ring that surrounded it, and pushed with all his might. 

Click. 

The bullet shot out, hitting Carnifex in the other arm, up near the shoulder. Procerita immediately took notice, and smashed it with her fist.

Carnifex had no arms and was pinned to the ground. Procerita placed her legs on either side of Carnifex’ body, her legs kicking violently. 

Procerita grabbed a grenade off her chest and placed it in her own mouth, holding it between her teeth.

She reached down to the screaming executioner, who was boiling with rage. 

Procerita placed both hands in the Aelmari’s mouth. One hand on her jaw, and the other on her head. Procerita let out a cry as she forced her energy into pulling open the Executioner’s mouth. 

Her arms shook from the effort, until a crunch was heard. The foe’s jawbone smashed open, growing to an impossible width. A wail of pain escaped from the Aelmari. 

Procerita bit the grenade, activating it, and spat it into the executioner’s mouth. From there she reached onto her belt, grabbing the spare shield, and stuck it to the Aelmari’s chest. The shield washed across the blue body, encasing her head. 

Boom. 

The grenade splattered the Aelmari everywhere, the shield containing the heat of the blast. Blue blood seeped out onto the floor. 


It was done.

DESIGNATION… DYSON SPHERE #7821

SYSTEMS… FUNCTIONING AT FULL CAPACITY

“Aelmari ship incoming. Something’s wrong. Designation: executioner?” An Aelmari passed along the Neuronet. 

As the ship landed, it didn’t pick up any Aelmari pings that usually come with active units. 

“Dispatching units to the ship”

As the units approached, preparing plasma in their hands, the door dropped to the ground.

Procerita had the executioner’s corpse slung over her shoulder, with Max standing on her other shoulder. They were smiling brightly at each other and talking as Procerita stepped down off the ship, paying the Aelmari no mind. 

“… and when you spit the grenade into her mouth! That was so cool, it felt like a scene in a movie!” 

“That wasn’t even the coolest thing I’ve ever done. I can tell you some more later if-“ 
She cut herself off as she reached the Aelmari that had surrounded the ship. Finally taking her eyes off Max and looking at the group before them, her smile remained. 

Slump

The executioner’s body dropped to the floor. Immediately, the Aelmari plasma balls faded, and they stood up straight. 

An Aelmari stepped out from the crowd. “Your crimes are forgiven. 10,000,000 credits have been deposited into your account.”

Procerita could hardly withhold her excitement. She was basically shaking with joy. Max had nearly fallen off from the movement. 

“However, you will not keep the ship. An escort will take you back to your ship now.”

Procerita let out a huff and crossed her arms. 

…

15 minutes of attempted negotiation later, Procerita was sitting on a bench embedded in the wall near the cockpit, with Max in her lap. An Aelmari was piloting.

“What are you doing with Earth?” Max interrogated.

Spinning around in her chair, the Aelmari explained, “We are fulfilling The Mission. We have found sentients of the proper size, and have attended to their every need and whim, and protect them to our dying… breath.” This elicited a shocked expression from Max.

“So… you don’t want to enslave humanity or destroy the Earth?” Max wondered.

“Oh, by the Gods no. We aren’t like the Glalans.” She shot an eye up at Procerita.

“Well what’s life like wherever you take the humans?” 

“We try to make it as luxurious as possible. We provide advanced medical care that can improve almost every aspect of humans. We provide the very best of basic necessities, and even facilitate intergalactic relations. We can take you there, but we have a very strict policy about the human’s consent to come under our protection.”

“Man, I didn’t get as much as a sentence out when she nearly digested me.” Max thought aloud. 

“Hey! I didn’t do it on purpose!” Procerita insisted.


“Well you weren’t exactly jumping with joy when you got me out either. Anyway, what’s your name?
She introduced herself, “my name is Siri. I was given it by a human. What is yours, human?”

“Max.”

Before Procerita could open her mouth, Siri interrupted her, “And yours is Procerita. You are quite the troublemaker.”

Procerita teased, “I didn’t do all that just to be a troublemaker.”

Siri smirked. “Well then, Procerita, how did you kill that executioner?”

Without answering the question, Procerita started fiddling with her outfit and mumbling something about needing some different clothes. 

Finally, she opened her top and grabbed Max by the collar. Once he was at eye-level, she looked at him and quickly glanced down at herself before returning to him and biting her lip. Max rolled his eyes, and then stuck a thumbs-up. 

Without hesitation, Procerita dropped him into her outfit. He tumbled straight past her cleavage and down her stomach until he reached her crotch.

The two began talking outside about Procerita’s and Max’s endeavours with the executioner, with Max awaiting the vacuum seal outside to press him into the Glalan. 

With a stretching noise around him, Max’s entire body was pressed against Procerita’s womanhood. 

…

Stepping out the ship, Procerita sent Siri a friendly wave goodbye before returning to her own ship. She wondered for a moment if she would ever see her again.

Her conversation with the Aelmari had been very intriguing to her. Many Glalans often vilified them, to the point where she truly did believe they planned to enslave humanity. Who knows, maybe she just liked them because they made her a considerable amount of money.

As Procerita’s eyes peeled open, she was greeted by a cup of coffee and a small pile of clothes on the table in front of her. 

Procerita spoke, “my turn, dirty boy”

Procerita finally lifts herself off the chair, Max and his vessel left wobbling slightly from the movement. Procerita turns around and extends a claw. Bringing it to the string, with a quick movement, Max hops to the ground.

“She’s waking up! Clear out!” A voice shouted. 

A flush from the ship bathroom. Procerita’s ears perked up. She jumped up from the chair and approached the door, still covered in blood. She slid her backpack to the ground and took a fighting stance.

It took a while, but Procerita eventually let up on the kisses. They drained the liquid and stepped out of the tub.

This area of Procerita was slightly foreign. This part Of her bowels differed from where he usually was. The walls had less mucous and the surface was spongier. 

Walking towards the cockpit, Procerita was interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs. 

Max looked on in awe out the window. There it was; Glalan Prime. What little Procerita had told Max about this planet did not describe the beauty. 

Procerita stepped out of her building, Max sitting atop her head, using her hair as grip points to not fall of. 

Procerita stepped out of the restroom, once again greeted by the beautiful streets of Sanguis. She had never realized how much she missed it here over the last few weeks.