Mission 12 - Derelict
Ranger Log - 12 dash 4 point 1 - Date - Two One Six AE - Ranger Kincaid reporting in, I’ve found the floating derelict in Errant’s mining space. Initial attempts to communicate have bounced off, I believe their comms dish is either fried or de-powered. I’m looking at ah….probably an H-Class Frigate, at least four decks, quad booster engine. Errant must’ve started skimming on boosters, for a four deck that’s low. No lights on the external, and no activity in the windows. Wait....there are some lights….. though inside. Somebody’s home. Moving in for a closer look, Admin.
Admin: Acknowledged, Kelly. Guns hot, that sector has been rife with pirates.
Ranger Kincaid: Copy, Guns Hot. End Log.
Kelly fires up the Jabber 27 Needler at his waist, and unclicks the safety strap on the holster just in case. Admin is right, this whole sector has been overrun with pirate activity since Errant left their last operation here out to dry on supplies. It was like a signal was sent out, and every muck spitting sleazeball this side of the galaxy descended for a treasure trove of high-quality equipment that Errant deemed “too expensive to leave behind, but not expensive enough to go get.”
Better to grab some armor as well, since all he has at the moment is his Ranger jumpsuit. The skintight material is great for hugging his overly plump bottom and stuffing his juicy thighs into as small a space as possible, but not particularly great for deflecting blaster fire. Instead it takes a log of his every breath and body function, mainly for data collection back at HQ. The green and black is standard for most regular Rangers. He grabs one of the shield packs off the wall, and clips it across his flat chest. The main clip is set in such an odd place, and he just barely gets the tip of his nipple. It gets a soft moan from him every time. Kelly's blonde ponytail drapes delicately down and he has to adjust the pack to not clip it as well.
Somewhere, in a lab back at Space Ranger HQ, a techie is laughing.
The shield pack settles onto his chest hugging it as tightly as his suit, giving it a sort of training bra look on the outside of the black latex. It doesn’t help that the shield pack has a mesh covering on the outside. Kelly requested the floral pattern as a joke, but they must’ve called his bluff. His missions will be extra fanciful for quite some time. It sort of matches the rose color in his eyes, but surely that isn't on purpose.
He steps by the mirror in his small equipment bay and takes a moment to inspect his gear. As he fiddles with one of the straps on his extra battery belt, his wobbly ass jiggles in the mirror and something catches his eye. He turns to get a better look, straining to see the other side of his butt.
A tiny tear, nothing too big but it’ll have to be replaced after this mission. The last thing he needs is to squat into cover and rip a hole up his backside. He’s not able to wear underwear with these suits!
Somewhere, once again, a lab tech back at HQ laughs.
Ranger Kincaid: “Okay, gear set, checked in with command, guns hot.”
???: “Good luck, Ranger.”
Materializing next to him is his assistant, Poppy. She takes the form of a digital maid, all in black and white, holding a clipboard. She checks off all of the things that Kelly stated, and gives him an approving nod.
Poppy: “You have 24 hours of proper atmosphere in your tank. Please return or seek an additional tank before that time, if the derelict’s atmosphere has-”
Ranger Kincaid: “Yes, Poppy. Thank you. Humans die in space. Astute observation as ever.”
The digital maid’s eye twitches slightly, perhaps a glitch in the programming.
Poppy: “Acknowledged, Ranger Kincaid. Once again, good luck.”
Kelly laughs, and steps into the lift to head to the hanger and hop the Pod to the derelict. Waiting in the hanger of his Shark-Class predator cruiser is a small excursion pod. Useful for quick trips over to other ships, in case the docks are down. He can cut holes in hulls, create temporary airlocks. It’s a special gift from Ranger HQ. As Kelly goes to push the unlock button on the hatch, his finger catches on a burr that seems to have been cut perhaps during some turbulence, and something fell and hit the console. He grasps it tightly and groans softly and sees it’s kind of a surprisingly deep cut. Blood runs red down his finger, for just a moment.
Then, as if time itself reverses, the blood moves back up into the wound, and faint crackling can be heard. The nanobots protecting his body are repairing the damage and returning the spent fluids. Pretty much all space-faring humans have these bots these days. Space travel is just too accident prone to avoid them. Decapitation, severe burns, blaster fire, or good old alien interaction can cause damage all the way up to fatal. The nanobots can repair most things, as long as there’s something left to repair.
Kelly watches his blood go back in and the wound seal up with smooth pale skin once more. He rubs his fingers together testing their strength and seems satisfied. He grins.
Ranger Kincaid: “Time to do what Rangers do best.”
Poppy de-materializes as Kelly launches the Pod out into space.
ABOARD THE DERELICT
It was a quick cut and seal to enter, seems like most of the interior of the ship is de-pressurized. Kelly was able to find an empty section, carve a hole, and make a seal. All he had to do now is find the bridge, and re-seal the ship. He could also find a command console somewhere in the lower decks, but it might be de-powered. Best to head for the bridge, where the emergency backups would be directed.
The small wrist-watch looking device on his wrist expands as he raises his wrist up slightly and looks down. A digital read-out projects out a few inches, showing a holographic map of the ship, and Kelly’s current location in a hallway nearby his Pod. His plans change pretty quickly, as moving through a de-powered derelict is dangerous. His scanners won’t penetrate the hull from his wrist pad, so he’s essentially blindly walking through doors. The less, the better.
Ranger Kincaid: “Mission Update - Seal achieved, Pod docked. I’ve gotten map data from the ship’s onboard computer so there’s still activity. There’s a command console one level down, or the bridge is three levels up, so I’m going down. I can reactivate the atmosphere, boost my scanners and then take my time getting to the bridge. Ranger Kincaid out.”
Poppy: “Acknowledged.”
Kelly makes his way down the hallway to a lift that is, just like everything else, lacking power. Luckily it’s caught between the floors, and there’s more than enough room for him to squeeze through and drop to the floor below. He pokes his head in and for a brief moment he’s nervous and can’t help but gulp loudly. It’s almost comical. The elevator hangs above him and there’s an unsettling feeling like it could drop and…
But the maglocks on either side are fully in place. No dropping here. Kelly even gives them a little tug to test them and, rock solid.
“Alrighty, let’s do it.”
He slides in and goes to turn and drop down, butt over head, but when he pulls his ass through it gets stuck.
“Damn pastries back at HQ again, I could swear they’re putting something in mine extra….”
He squirms back and forth and wiggles, suddenly becoming very aware that his own little package is now rubbing up against the edge of the elevator shaft. Kelly turns a little red, despite being completely alone. He squirms a little more and pushes but his ass just won’t squeeze down any more. He’s going to have to flatten out his package to push through.
He puts his hand down and tries to push it in and then squeeze through, but he’s rock hard. Despite being so hard he still only pokes through a couple of inches out from the suit, but more than enough to impede his progress.
“Damn it! Just…get…through…BLAST!”
He pinches and pushes and finally he’s gotten it to flatten against the edge and he starts pushing through. The ribbed edges of the elevator shaft door frame rub along his package and he can’t help but moan. The shaft echoes with the sound of his girlish high-pitched moan and he clamps a hand over his own mouth.
Thinking: “Get it together, Kincaid! Focus!”
He pushes and wiggles, and it seems like the frame goes on forever, by the time he finally feels the biggest part of his ass flop through he’s sweating and panting into his hand.
He barely manages to move and twist and catch himself on the floor below. He shudders, shakily stands back up and straightens himself, and checks his gear.
He’s still rock hard, but that will go away soon enough. He’ll have to remember to scold them back at HQ and ask for a more padded suit. Something about the way the techs looked at him when he tried this one on didn’t sit right, but the tech was so much more advanced….and now the tear in his suit is much larger. The tightness strains the material even further, causing each bouncy step to tear it slightly more. Yup, last mission for this suit.
Kelly checks the wrist pad, noting the map’s change to the lower floor. Just ahead, two rooms down there should be a console. One of the nearby storage closets looks to be sealed as well. There may be survivors if they’re locked inside. Kelly tries to connect to his ship to do a life scan, something he should have done before even entering.
*Bzzrt, bzzrt…..beep beep beep beep beep*
Nothing. Must be an insulated hull blocking his signal. Not that big a deal, he can fix the atmosphere and then go back to the Pod and do the scan. As long as there isn’t anything in between him and the Pod it’ll be-
Kelly chuckles to himself, almost said it in his head. He draws his Needler and flicks the switch to burst fire. Time to check some corners. Luckily, gravity is still active in this section. Seems like the ship is running mostly on auto, and conserving power where it can. A jump start might be all this thing needs.
Corner one, corner two, bam bam bam, Kelly is well-trained, and has been a Ranger for many cycles. This is routine as routine gets. His twelfth mission, and every single one has been a complete success so far. Well, except the time on Klatoon. That wasn’t his fault, though. They had over-tuned the sensitivity in his suit and it malfunctioned, causing him to essentially be an orgasmic haze for a few hours. He completely missed his departure window. Almost blew the whole mission!
Kelly gets his focus back, and goes through the door to the room with the command console. Manual cranks are awful, but without power it’s all he’s got. His arms are meant more for holding a pistol, or typing a console, so it takes a couple of minutes to crank it up to where the safety lock slides into place.
Before long, he finds himself staring at the large reflective screen of a command console. A little hacking from his wrist pad, and he bypassed the ship’s measly firewall. Ranger tech is leagues ahead of the consumer, and even industrial grade. A little readout of Poppy shows up on the screen, giggling at the limp-dick security measures. Kelly rolls his eyes as Poppy mocks up herself as a dominatrix, whipping the ship’s security….shown as a tied-down submissive that….looks a lot like Kelly for some reason.
Ranger Kincaid: “Is that…me? Poppy what is that holo model? I don’t see it in the archives.”
Poppy: “Nothing, Ranger, just a little improvisational holo-generation. The latest upgrades from HQ have been quite intricate!”
Kelly just silently swears. Once again, the techies back at HQ playing a prank on him. They probably inserted a holo model of himself.
Ranger Kincaid: “Just…don’t use that model, it’s weird. You’re my computer.”
Poppy: “Okey dokey, Ranger!” Poppy says it with a smile.
Kelly shakes his head, and then goes to manipulate the environment controls. His wrist pad vibrates with a notification that draws his eye just so slightly, and he slips on the controls. He slides the vent slider up instead of the oxy-generation, and before long he hears a hissing sound. His eyes go back to the screen to see the oxygen dropping instead of going up, and what’s worse, there’s someone in the storage closet!
Two life-forms, showing up on the readout of this floor. An emergency beacon activates as he hears pounding coming from the metal door just around the corner. A faint voice screams for help:
???: “Let ussss….out…..we can’t…..breathe…….”
The pounding gets lighter and lighter as Kelly frantically reroutes the air and then turns up the generation. Before long, oxygen floods the rooms and hallway once more, and Kelly takes down his visor and goes to the door.
“I am so sorry! I apologize, I am Space Ranger Kincaid, that was my fault, I was trying to turn the air back on in here! I promise, I never intended-”
Kelly slides the door back with a motion on his wrist pad, to see the two hulking figures behind the door. Two interstellar species, for sure, and unfortunately wearing colors indicating the both of them are Kelly’s worst nightmare–Pirates.
One is large, and green. His skin is rough and pockmarked with what must be dozens and dozens of laser burns. He resembles what Kelly had seen many times in pre-space Earth holovids, an “orc.” A piggish snout with a large black metal ring pierced through it, and a jaw that juts out and squares off, filled with two rows of sharp-looking predatory teeth. He’s just wearing basically a loincloth, and Kelly immediately understands why. The room must’ve been a sauna without climate control, and the musk and heat coming out almost sends him for a whirl. They call this species Prongs, and Kelly soon sees why. Beneath the loincloth is a member that must be some kind of alien phallus, over a foot long, sporting two balls at the base larger than Kelly’s fists. His 7 and a half foot hulking mass fills the doorway as he looks down at Kelly.
The other is scaly, and black. It must be a Serpentine from one of the outer rims. It doesn’t even have a loincloth, electing to be fully nude and Kelly immediately blushes at the sight of its member. A giant, 11-inch thing with what appears to be some kind of rutting knot partway down. Normally attached to one of the hound-like species in this sector. The thing must’ve had itself modded. Other than its massive erection the Serpentine doesn’t seem to have any other gear, just six feet of scaly bulk, and another mouth filled with sharp teeth. It grins at Kelly as it steps forward from the back of the storage closet.
Kelly goes to raise his Needler to fire a burst right into the green one’s face, but a thick green hand grabs his and squeezes, painfully. He drops the gun immediately and grabs on his wrist to try and pull away.. He starts to then manipulate his wrist pad to fire a shocker, a small taser that would almost certainly knock this thing out, but it seems to understand what he’s trying to do, and it grabs his wrist and points the pad right back at his own face.
Kelly barely has time to say “oh” before the shocker goes off, and all he sees is darkness.
Prong: “Heh, stupid humans. They barely understand the technology they stole from the Builders.”
The Prong picks up the limp Kelly’s body and pokes at it a little. The Ranger is completely out, he had set the Shocker to essentially the maximum potential.
Prong: “Hey Hizz, what you think we have some fun with this humie? They all got them bots, if you know what I mean.”
The serpentine laughs.
Hizz: “Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Let me get the ssstraps.”
Over the next couple of minutes, the two pirates tie Ranger Kincaid up and then tie him to one of the storage crates, and drag it into the middle of the closet. Klux, the green Prong, takes his loincloth off completely and stuffs it into Kelly’s mouth, before slapping his cock across Kelly’s face until he wakes up. He looks around frantically, before trying to spit the loincloth out. Klux grasps his hand over Kelly’s mouth, sealing it in.
Klux: “Look, humie. We know you have those bots, and so we know you can let us have our fun with no….'consequences.' So just make it easy on yourself, and maybe we’ll just clamp some braces on you and sell you at the next slave auction, we won’t gut you and watch it happen over and over again. Think hard before you answer.”
Klux removes his hand, and pulls the loincloth out of Kelly’s mouth. Kelly gulps, tasting dick sweat and pubes..
“I….a Ranger would never….I’m not….”
“Into cock? We’ll fix that.”
Klux ties the loincloth around Kelly’s eyes, blindfolding him, and letting the part sat right by his ass crack come to rest right on Kelly’s nose. The musk is overwhelming, and he ends up in a daze between them, drooling. The Serpentine, Hizz, wastes no time. He goes around behind Kelly and finds the hole in his suit.
“Oh look, Klux, the slut has an easy-access hole in her gear!”
The female pronoun is the least of his worries, Kelly realizes, as the Serpentine hooks one sharp claw into the tear and rips it all the way up his backside, completely exposing his ass. His dainty little cock flops out the bottom, clean shaven for comfort in the suit. The Serpentine laughs.
“It IS a male! I was confused, but that’s okay, I don’t need to give it any babies, I just want to feel its insssidesssss.”
It hisses as it lines that 11 inch member up with Kelly’s exposed and quivering hole.
“I get the back hole first, and then we’ll switch, sound good?”
“Yeah, go ahead, the bots will make her tight each time, so go as hard as you like.”
Kelly screams as the Serpentine shoves its cock in, no lube, which provides Klux the opportunity to grab Kelly’s face and shove his own green phallus straight down Kelly’s throat. Immediately, it bulges farther than a throat should, his airway is completely cut off. His stomach bulges as the Serpentine’s cock hits the knot, and it grunts and groans and humps at his hole, battering and battering until it starts to spread even more. Lubed up by blood the Serpentine wastes no time fucking Kelly into a shape better suited to take his cock. Slowly the nanobots shape and reshape him, turning his ass into an onahole specifically made to milk this Serpentine in all the right ways. Oxygen is pulled through any other openings in his body to keep him alive. Kelly has become a living alien sex toy.
Then, they start to both go in and out. Kelly is strapped to the crate and sawed back and forth between them, his bots repairing the shredding of his insides and throat with each thrust. Blood surges forth and then back up into the hole, lubing it for them. The aliens laugh.
“Humans make the perfect onaholes, little masturbation tools. We should keep this one.”
“Yeah, sssshe’s cute, too. Ssshe might fetch a priccce once we’re bored.”
They chuckle some more as the Serpentine starts to jackhammer in and after only a few powerful thrusts he gets that gigantic doggy knot into Kelly’s ass.
“This pussy is EATING my knot, sssss you fucking ssssslut!”
The serpentine starts to hammer the back part of its cock in and out, the knot holding them together as it makes Kelly its bitch. Up front, Kelly’s eyes have rolled back into his head. The musk from the Prong’s loincloth completely overwhelms his senses and he is completely lost in ecstasy. He starts to moan around the Prong’s cock with whatever he has left inside him. It only causes his throat to vibrate and please the Prong more. While the Serpentine claims his ass, Klux thrusts in and out of Kelly’s mouth. He feels his jaw stretch and crack and break and then knit together to better accommodate the cock being inserted into it. Over and over, until his mouth has become the perfect masturbation tool for this raunchy space pirate. Flashes of him appear in his mind, tied up next to a bed in some frigate, blind and restrained, his mouth and ass on display. He sees lines of pirates stood, ready to relieve themselves. Ranger Whore, it reads over him, Free Fuck. The pirates laugh as one claims his throat. Then, he’s back in reality, as Klux grunts and grabs onto Kelly’s throat from the outside. If he could breathe, he certainly wouldn’t be now. He squeezes down and thrusts even harder.
“Hnng fuck, yes, such a tight little fucking WHORE! You Rangers ALWAYS want it. I don’t know why you make it so hard on yourselves.”
Klux pushes one last time, bulging out Kelly’s chest a bit with his massive cock, before grunting and letting loose a torrent of alien sperm down Kelly’s throat, directly into his stomach.
“Ahhhh yeahhhhh, fuck yeah, drain these nuts Ranger Slut. That’s right…..”
The Serpentine, turned on by Klux finishing, picks up his own pace and starts to spank and slap Kelly’s ass. He takes one clawed hand and drags it down Kelly’s back, watching red lines appear and then disappear as the bots repair him and he shreds Kelly's suit. He finds it fascinating, and keeps scratching and scratching, making Kelly scream in horror around Klux’s still-hard cock.
It grunts, hisses, and then wraps one big hand around Kelly’s ponytail and pulls as he finishes inside. Kelly can feel his insides bulging up and filling to the brim as his scalp threatens to tear loose from his skull. Something about Serpentine sperm makes it naturally more dense and the loads larger, and before long Kelly is sporting a fat tummy, two loads in both ends will do a lot.
“Time to switch?”
“You know it, shouldn’t take more than a minute for the bots.”
And it doesn’t, by the time Klux lines up his monster cock with Kelly’s ass, it is once again tight and untouched, and he rips through it once more. Kelly screams as the Serpentine takes his mouth, and once again the hallway is filled with grunting and the plapping of scales and flesh on flesh.*
Hours later, when the Serpentine finally lets loose a final barrage of alien sperm that paints Kelly’s insides alabaster, it slumps over Kelly and licks his ear, whispering:
“You’re a good fuck, Ranger. Maybe you should come back with us, we could have a place for you on our ship. You could get all the modded cock you want, slut.”
Through gasping, and panting breaths, red-faced, Kelly has only one reply:
*pant*....wrist…band….fire when ready…..*pant*
Two shots suddenly erupt from Kelly’s wrist pad, stuck over on one of the storage crates. It was recording the entire time, but not in the way the alien thought. It figured it must’ve been some kind of wrist cam, but it was in fact, Kelly’s targeting cam.
Just couldn’t get a double shot until now. Ironic.
Both of them hit the floor, and Kelly slumps down between them, covered in sperm, leaking from both holes. His ass is already healing itself, and if he had a modded womb he’d be pregnant sixteen times over. He breathes heavily, and laughs as the wrist computer makes full connection with the ship, finally.
Poppy: “Ranger! Ranger! We lost you there for a bit, are you…..Ranger?”
Ranger Kincaid: “Don’t say a word, Poppy. Just get the ship around here and….bring the shackles. We’ve got two for booking at HQ, and uh…Poppy?”
“Yes, Ranger?”
“Let’s never mention this to the boys back at HQ, hm?”
“Of course, your wish is my command!”
“Thanks, Poppy. You’re a doll.”
Back on the ship, the holo-version of Poppy grins from ear to ear as she hits “Send” on the digi-mail to the entire tech wing of Ranger HQ. A high-quality vid of Kelly’s antics sits in all of their inboxes.
The title: “Kelly Kincaid: Space Whore pt. 12 Chapter 1”
Back on the derelict, Kelly sighs and wipes some of the cum off his face.
He looks at his hand, covered in the slightly-bluish sperm that came from the green one.
He can’t help himself.
By the time Poppy brings the ship around and loads in the shackles, Kelly’s hand is completely clean. His body pops and morphs and settles back into place, though there is a noticeable paunch in his belly now. Hours of alien loads can't just vanish instantly, even as the nanobots burn through the material as fuel to fix Kelly's tainted body.
Ranger Kincaid: “Mission Update - Ship power restored, commencing investigation of the remaining floors.”
Admin: “Copy, Ranger. Proceed with caution. Pirate activity has jumped 15% since last communication.”
“Yeah, copy, HQ.”
Kelly blushes, and stands, moving towards the next deck….
