Pleasure Planet

With Human Behaviour by Byork playing softly in my headphones- which I was wearing half off to be able to hear my pilot- a soothing, sensually feminine voice breezed on. Floating along on the cool air of the ship’s bridge. A recording of some sort, issuing an intimate, spacey, welcome-mat hello. “Welcome to our pleasure planet. Come stay and play. Whether for a sunset or a season! How ever long it takes for you to feel fulfilled,” a breathier version of her voice whispered, “fulfilllled” and safe,” as she whispered again, soothingly, “protected”, in your sexuality. Experiment. Meditate. Rest.” She added in that beguiling hush. “Feel pleasure. After all, pleasure is rebellion.”

“I guess this is the place.” I pulled my headphones off and smiled sheepishly at the ship’s holographic pilot. She smiled kindly back at me, nodding her head gracefully as her long, pink braid fell forward across her grass green, leather jacket, so cutely I wished it were my arrival outfit. Not my black, corduroy overalls, green, long sleeved stretchy top and bare feet. I felt underprepared. Yes, that. Underprepared and anxious, that I wasn’t enough. In any way. That I would find rejection. Not belonging. Which most definitely meant I wouldn’t find pleasure or fulfillment. Not anywhere. But especially not on this particular Pleasure Planet.

I promptly considered skipping the planet entirely and just sticking close to her. Just two ladies out in the Universe, hanging out and having adventures? Umm yes! Sounded like a awesome idea for a book. Plus, I could work on myself, maybe choose a new spacey name and make a cool wardrobe to match my Galactic reach. Yes. An inkling of a plan.

“So, what if I didn’t go?”

“Madam Dearest?”

“Just say for a second,” I fidgeted with my overall strap, “that I don’t want to go- that I’ve rethought it all. Changed my mind.”

“Mistress Sweet, even if you decide to arrive yet find that your time is unfufilling, I would return for you. At a word from you that I am needed. You have nothing but everything. You have all of the choices. There is no scenario where you are stuck.”

I began pacing, thinking and pacing, my feet refreshingly chilled on the smooth spaceship floor, anchoring me. “Hmm, while that sounds lovely and above board, I’m concerned about being this inhibited. Like maybe it’s just better never to start umm… un-inhibiting… me?”

“I think you are exactly where you need to be. They will take magnificently gentle care of you. Promise.”

“Okay, I guess I can trust you. Them.”

“Tis challenging to trust a new planet when your previous one let you down so horrendously. We all know of the conflict and corruption your defiled planet of lifeforms experienced under a cruel, soulless, tyrannical system of patriarchy. We offer you joy, calm, rest, health. Here, you may exist and thrive. Here, there is no hurty. No harm.”

“No hurty?” I squeaked with spontaneous joy, covering my giggle.

“Why- I do believe I meant there is no hurry.” She covered her mouth and giggled too. I laughed with her, thinking her brainwormed word would stick with me forever.

NO HURTY.

“Feck yes! No hurty it is! You are so adorable!”

“I thank you, Sweetest Soul. Then I will proceed to allow their greeting to continue. Shortly, you will step onto a safe place, and breathe a sigh of relief. You are worthy of relief. And pleasure.”

“Thank you, Evie. I appreciate your guidance. I’m happy you were my pilot.”

“Twas my honor to share this journey with such a Sweet Soul.” She bowed low, which was weird seeing as how everyone was equal… but given her customs, perhaps it was only natural.

“Please step into the vertical hexagon. Your journey will be but a moment.” I pointed questioningly at the very sturdy purple and black hexagon which looked like it were made of ancient stone, and with her nod of assent, I awkwardly tripped into it. Standing there, unsure of what was about to happen, she wiggled her fingers goodbye, giggling and pressed a huge series of glowing purple buttons. I felt the woosh of a swirling gust of wind, followed by the scent of a sunny forest.

My toes were deep in warmed, glimmering purple dirt. I lifted my eyes to see a cloudy bright magenta sky. “Whooaaa.”

An alien was walking toward me, I couldn’t tell if they were in a hurry or just had a much larger gait than mine. The heat of their sun warmed my head and shoulders, eliciting a sigh from me.

“Well. That was unexpected.” I spoke to the pretty dirt. Feeling my body relaxing already.

“We greet you with tender smiles and gentle hand hugs. Sweetened kisses and sun-warmed embraces. You are valued here. You are loved. You are protected. All that you need will be provided. Exist in your moments, and take time to breathe here on our pleasure planet. All is well.” The audio welcome finished and I already felt included and relaxed. Safe, for the very first time in my short, human lifespan.

A man stepped up to me. A magnificent man. An alien man, I was most certain. His voice was deeper. Calming and exciting all at once. His hands, strong and pink. With deeper magenta and black. He was absolutely stunning. Plus, I chanced a quick peek at something swishing behind him, and spotted a tiny growling creature. It was a tail! And the black furred little creature was chasing it as he swirled it mischievously for his entertainment. I was enthralled. The tip was long, furred and black. The pink skin darker and more textured with scale like scalloped bumps. Oooh. I could imagine it slipping along my pulsing pussy lips, sliding and teasing my body.

“Speak your heart, Fair One.”

“Hoh!” My cheeks flamed magenta at his knowing eye twinkles and tiny left-sided almost smile. But he relaxed his face at my discomfort. My embarrassment at appraising him as a sexual partner. Objectifying him. Just soooo hard. Without even trying! I paused to consider, maybe I was more sexually vibrant than my earth religion had disallowed me to be.

Maybe there was nothing wrong with me desiring touch and sex.

Closeness.

Intimacy.

Maybe, just maybe, I didn’t have to find a forever in order to live my now. Maybe I was meant for more experiences than waiting for marriage and officially approved sex to procreate from a corporation-like religion. I didn’t need to be controlled by an outside force or structure.

I needed to allow myself to feel.

To be curious, to experience and to be intimate.

To understand my body, what I liked.

What I didn’t…

What I yearned for. Guardedly. Secretly.

But I was so done with secret.

With repressing.

Abstaining.

Being… good.

My goodness was inherent.

My sexuality did not determine my measure or my eternal salvation.

Especially here where no one would try to take away my bodily autonomy. Or force me into a religious cult or call me a terrorist for wanting freedom from tyranny. Oh yes. I was nervous and beyond thrilled with my choice to seek asylum from Zemm Maren. To ask for help. I was exactly where I was meant to be.

“You are safe.”

“Well, I- “ I glanced around me, uncertain of who was watching, feeling so overly shy and awkward, “I’m not so sure that I’m ready for sex, or lots of intimate activities.”

“Oh, Sweetest Heart, I see you and understand. You are safe to rest, to create, to feel, to desire, at your leisure. There is no time table here. No need to rush. Or worry. Life is for thriving.” He walked around me in a lazy circle yet I felt no dread or uncertainty. “I need only for you to allow yourself the space to be curious. To explore.” His steps brought him back to face me, and there he dipped his head, bending low as his tail wrapped around his left shoulder and there, patted his muscular, magenta flesh with a hypnotic rythym. “Our planet and… yourself.” His pool blue eyes twinkled with joyful delight, with hope? I think. With his palms facing up to the sky, his clawed, black fingertips wiggled, as he bowed his head. But why?

“In time, all that you choose to experience is what will be. Nothing more, Dearest One.” He looked up, met my eyes, smiled, genuine, kind, and so distracted was I by his fangs slipping free, that I tripped over my own feet, my hair falling into my face, blinding me so that I fell into his gorgeously capable arms. My hair slowly moved off my forehead and cheek, as he held me gently but firm within his embrace. I wondered how he had moved my hair when he needed both hands to hold me. I was a curvy, mess of a glorious human woman. And it was a darting, shy, black, furred tip of a tail with magenta scales that patted my flushed cheek and pressed so very quickly to my lips that I felt sure I had imagined it. His tail.

His! Tail!

I was already besotted with him.

With his TAIL!

“You may call me Hearth. I am called so for the cozy tenderness drawn from the home fires. My mother thus named me.”

“Oh my. You’re simply lovely. That’s… that’s lovely.”

“Faye, what may I call you?”

“You already know my name?” I was surprised. Pleased. He knew my name and he came to greet me? Huge bonus points for Pleasure Planet already.

“For your comfort, I was given the guardianship of your name.”

“Oohh… umm, you may keep calling me Faye.” His smile widened, beaming gloriously at me. I felt instantly enchanted. “Until I choose a new, spacier name at least.”

“I would call to any of your names if you desired.”

Ho-ly-fuuuuck.

Hearth? Named after feelings of homey coziness.

Hearth…?

His name had Earth in it.

Earth!

How kismet could it be!

Was the Universe messing with me?

Seriously.

I felt ultimately upset and deeply, deeply beguiled.

He was my Hearth.

But wait- no one belonged to anyone else on Pleasure Planet. Right? I was pretty certain I had read that in a pamphlet or something.

Why did I keep getting stuck on a forever?

Why couldn’t I enjoy my right nows?

Especially right now with this glorious being, this wondrous soul- with a mischievous tail?

Hearth watched my expressions as he gracefully escorted me to a quaint, whimsical cottage within the deep green and magenta forest and I began to wonder some stuff. Some things, really. To question why I wasn’t born here. Instead of merely getting to visit. “What if- already, I know, I know- but what if…” I searched around me as I slowly spun in a circle, drinking it all in. The fence made from random branches from the forest, curving into a wave of wood, amid a lush garden of various edible looking veggies and bordered by trees sweet in bloom, their fruit hanging thick and heavy, like alien pears. And alien apples.

Maybe they called them zapples… Maybe they called them zears. But even the stones beneath my bare feet felt enchanted, whole. Happy. I was so utterly bespelled simply standing on alien ground, I knew I couldn’t leave again. Where else could feel so special? So flipping correct and perfectly timed?

The color. The creativity. The charm. “Hearth? What if I wanted to stay? Here.”

“Delightful One. Faye, of Earth. Your presence is always welcome here. This is your dwelling. Your homey, den of endless tenderness. Your comfy cozy cave of calm and carressing. All that you require for optimal health is here, for your stay. For however long that may be.” The flex of his sinewy arms left my cheeks blushing as he pushed open the door. And in doing so, quietly unleashing a brigade of light shards and sparkles to flourish along the warm wall as sunlight bounced and played. Colors curving and twinkling. Dodging my seeking fingers.

“Faye, you are simply delightful and entrancing. I am fully entranced, by you.” Fully? That made me think of his cock. Would he be fully erect just from watching me chasing the light?

“Oh! The light was playing so prettily-“ His tail traced where my fingers had followed, chasing the light.

“You play so… prettily.” His words rumbled from between his magenta lips, where tiny black and pink scales hinted at a magnificent alien scruff around the edges, “You entrance me.”

“I- I didn’t realize-“

“What? That you are worth watching? Even merely at play?”

“Oh… umm… yes. I guess so. I really love stained glass.”

“Yes, Faye. I know.” I blushed more, feeling inwardly rejuvenated but outwardly awkward. His eyes were so pretty. Flashing that bold pool blue. So dazzling amid the luscious pink of his adorably stunning skin.

From within his deep charcoal satchel, he pulled a pile of brilliant colors and softened textures. “Here is warmth, Faye. Will you honor me by wearing this as you traverse the forest surrounding your cottage? I would see you protected from scratches and any chill that our winds could create.” It was a thing of beauty.

A work of art by a master craftsperson.

A jacket, cloak… cardigan… thing. A sweater. I involuntarily giggled with unbridled joy, so thoroughly in love with it’s wondrous, brillant, fearless colors already. Squares of colors, all my favorites. With a tie to close it at the top, where the layers overlapped in a diagonal, plus two huge button looking circle things. One was magenta, one was pale green. The loose bell sleeves flowed as Hearth twirled it through the air, showing it off for me.

“Yes!” I squeaked out in joyous rapture. “I mean, yes, please, Hearth. I would love to wear this gorgeous sweater.” I opened my arms toward him, as with agile eagerness he skimmed my form with his powerfully lithe body to settle it over my back as he reached around me, embracing me, flooding my senses with the most primal, glorious scent of calm and desire I’d ever, ever, ever scented or felt, he placed my arms into the sleeves. I breathed him in, my heart zipping off in a sexy flutter hearing him growl purr so close to me. Oh. My. Frikkers. “But is it mine?”

I couldn’t imagine a world where it was mine. Or comprehend that this lovely cottage was mine. Actually mine! Or that a ship’s amazing pilot preferred to refer to me as Dear Mistress. And yet.- all of these lovely, worthwhile things and people had come into my life or happened or simply existed because I had sought asylum.

Freedom. Safety.

And not just political freedom, or freedom from being forced to earn money in ofer to barely live. Or to try to exist wholely in a society which was really only meant to squash people into a caste system. To keep them as vermin. Expendable. Redundant. Unnecessary. Why wouldn’t they need an workforce to appease their filthy, cruel, and repugnant appetites?

But here?

Within a mere breath, I felt the difference.

Within a blink, I could see beyond Earth and grasp thriving. It was palpable stuff.

No rush. No hurry.

No stress. No worry.

Zemm Maren, my new planet… a pleasure planet… was a splendid planet.

And I’d yet to experience any erotic pleasures.

I was already so very content with my choice to flee what I knew for better. And here, I could be safe knowing I could experience pleasure without the worry of a pregnancy. Or a horrible disease. Life on Earth had not made being fertile a safe skill set. So, I had decided to release my reproductive parts to protect myself from where the leaders were… leading. Selling humans to other humans. Or to aliens… I wasn’t going to be a breeder. A manipulated menstral cramp away from a fuck farm. Where they were sending innocent women. And children. Imprisoning them. Hurting them.

No way. And I was still so young. I had time to decide what I wanted. There was no hurry. Not to know for sure.

Twenty-three was so. Very. Young.

Twenty-three was a blink to my current soul caretakers. They lived long lives. Hence, no hurry. I must seem so young and silly to Hearth. What was he? Like 87? Maybe only 48? Maybe he already had children of his own…

Grandchildren… of his own…

Would they have his bright eyes and sweet smile?

His precocious tail?

“Hearth?” He was now filly engaged in the adorable task of piling fuzzy, soft blankets all over the sumptuous couch, getting them to lie just so. I gad only ever dreamt of getting to enjoy so many softy cozy things. I wanted to run and jump into them, feel their furry softness against my naked skin-

Maybe later…

“Sweetest Soul?”

“May I ask you a question?”

“Faye, you may ask anything you like.” He replied, with a naughty glimmer in his eyes, as if he knew about my naked skin on fur idea. And liked it.

Or knew that my body was already responding to him… and liked that too.

“Forrest of Feeling…” I carressed my fingers over the words carved into a worn but lovely, tempting wooden and glass bead sign which sat beyond my yard. Pointing toward the edge of shadows, where they were shifting enticingly along the tree branches. I looked up, watching, feeling… something.

With my boldly designed cardigan buttoned up around me, and my feet still bare, I headed out the darling wooden back gate to follow the trail. I’d seen the trail from my kitchen nook, and was so determined to explore it that I couldn’t even wait for my first full day in Zemm Maren.

So out I plunged, headed on into adventure within a magenta forest that seemed to beckon to me. My soul. Whispering about feelings, hopes, desires… endless hopes and dreams.

As I stepped over the bright threshold into shaded glen, I felt the significant shift through my entire being. There were forces at play here. Souls colliding with souls.

Souls crying out in pleasure… in joy.

Resplendent and responsive.

Hopeful and healthy.

Sensitive and sensual.

Safe in exploring.

My soul jumped, both startled and seeking that thrill of pleasure. The thing that could uninhibit me. Maybe? Finally…