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Star Trek Anonpone Meets (and Fucks) the Dazzlings

By SSA
Created: 2021-06-08 19:41:02
Expiry: Never
/rgre/nsfwsci-ficompleteanonponesirensstar trek

  1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tIWYtcwp2I
  2. >Space, the final frontier.
  3. >You are a voyager of the starship Twilight’s Song.
  4. >Your ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to interact with new life, and new civilizations.
  5. >To boldly integrate into societies that no one has integrated with before!
  6. >And you were finally done with your probationary period!
  7. >You’d had to watch as instructor after instructor found themselves a waifu or horsebando during their assignments but you had to maintain ‘professional distance’.
  8. >Two years with no pussy makes Anon a grumpy colt.
  9. >But now you’re a proper part of the First Contact Swarm Fleet!
  10. >Though it should probably be called the Second Contact Fleet, since you were really only ever called up when, like this time, the idiots on the Federation’s flagship had to reveal the Federations to a pre-warp civilization.
  11. >At least this time the civ they found is space faring.
  12. >The last group had basically been mud hut dwelling savages.
  13. >Not that they weren’t hot, but still.
  14. >So now your ship and about another hundred or so ships of the First Contact Swarm have descended on this little solar system to help introduce the new civilization to the wonders of the wider universe and hopefully do so in such a way that they don’t nuke themselves out of existence.
  15. >Yes, that has happened.
  16. >No, you don’t want to talk about it, no matter what the therapists say you need.
  17. >But enough of that.
  18. >New system!
  19. >New species!
  20. >And they’re hot!
  21. >SCORE!
  22. >Though you’re still peeved at whoever thought it would be a good idea to seed the universe with the same basic sapient body plan.
  23. >Seriously, you think you’ve heard of ten actually ALIEN aliens, tops.
  24. >Fuckin’ fags.
  25. >Whatever, you ask the computer to pop on some tunes as you jam out in zero gravity.
  26. >Yeah, that’s right, zero grav. Gravity plates are for fucking losers.
  27. >Sure it meant that you had to use the specialized exercise equipment for at least an hour every day to not lose bone density but that just meant that you got wicked gainz!
  28. >Also it meant that you had a huge surplus in your ship’s design budget which allowed you to make it more of a luxury yacht rather than a boring science vessel like some of the other double and single occupant ships.
  29. >Though there aren’t a lot of those. Most of the science crew were grouped up into their own little cliques, which allowed them to save when they only needed a single ship for the whole group, so their places are usually nicer.
  30. >Whatever, you didn’t need a tonne of space for you and your pilot/boss/handler.
  31. >Federation policy dictates that all stallions must have at least one mare handler to keep their whimsy in check.
  32. >Stallionists had argued that a stallion was more than capable of handling a spaceship on their own but statistics don’t lie, any stallion left alone would eventually let their whimsy take them into unacceptable danger, so the handlers were mandatory.
  33. >You didn’t mind, Spitfire was a pretty cool mare, and since she was previously the captain of the Hearth Search and Rescue force before Rainbow ‘Danger’ Dash took over she’s a pretty top notch handler to have.
  34. >Heck, the only reason she was with a newbie like you is because she’s in semi-retirement and wanted something casual to keep her busy.
  35. >Apparently her herd stallion had died about five years ago and the mares hadn’t been the same, particularly the ones that had never had the chance to have a foal like Spitfire.
  36. (Why do I like hurting my characters? I swear half of my stories involve mares that’ve been emotionally fucked over.)
  37. >She’s come to terms with it though. I know this because of the pure joy that she exudes when she sings her favorite songs, like the one that was filling the ship right at that moment.
  38. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pp0u7vHLqTs
  39. >You make your way onto the bridge as the song ends.
  40. “Hey there Spits, you ready for our broadcast?”
  41. >”Sure am, kiddo, got word a few minutes ago that all the official garbage is done being handled and we’re just waiting on your informal start to the proceedings to get us going.”
  42. “Alright!”
  43. >You click your hooves together to turn on your mag boots and stick to the floor.
  44. >Using the cybernetic manipulator tools built into your wing wrists you ready the radio and faster than light equipment, doing a quick system check and smiling when everything comes back green.
  45. >”Alright, rookie, as the ‘casual’ contact you will be responsible for representing the Federation to the common person, so do your best not to say anything too stupid, eh?”
  46. “I know, Spitfire, I’ve done this before.”
  47. >Spitfire snorts, “Doesn’t matter if you’ve done it once or a million times, always good to remember the basics.”
  48. “Of course, with an aging memory like yours it must be difficult keeping it all straight.”
  49. >”Old, am I?” She sounds mock offended, “C’mere you, I’ll show you what these old hooves can do to your hide, colt!”
  50. You giggle, “That’d certainly make for an interesting first broadcast, letting them hear you tan my hide!”
  51. >Spitfire whinnies, “They’d probably get a kick out of it. Apparently they’re even more matriarchal than the Federation, and their male to female ratio is almost as bad as pre-gene therapy Equestria.
  52. “Ouch, what are we talking, five to one? Six?”
  53. >”Only four to one, thank Celestia.”
  54. “So it’s not super bad.”
  55. >”Predatory species, my dude, and aquatic at that, they’re pretty vicious, especially when it comes to competing for males. Sure, they’re civilized and they’re generally not going to hurt each other unless they really have to, but expect things like sharp teeth, hissing, and generally aggressive behaviour.”
  56. You smirk, “Well, I HAVE always had a bit of a predator fetish.”
  57. >Spitfire snorts, “You just want them to gobble your meat, don’t you?”
  58. “Well it’s not like YOU’RE giving me any.”
  59. >She laughs, “Try that again once you’ve hit triple digits, little dude, and I’ll think about it. Now, C’mon, we’re gonna be late for the broadcast.”
  60. >Everything is warmed up and ready to go, you’ve got the green light from command, so you flip the switch.
  61. “Hey there all you classy fishies, it’s nine-oh-five galactic standard time and I’m your host, Anon. With me here in the studio is my co-host, Spitfire and you’re listening to First Contact Radio!”
  62. >You hit the button that plays the obnoxious intro.
  63. >”Still can’t believe that this is First Contact Protocol.”
  64. “What did you think we did? Sit around a big table in a dark room and discuss politics and make veiled threats while we try to negotiate deals?”
  65. >”Yes.”
  66. “Pfft. Maybe with a post-warp civ, but with pre-warp civ’s we’re more like babysitters than equals. We hold all the power, so we make all the deals. Our biggest concern is not looking like we want to take them over and making sure they don’t kill themselves.”
  67. >”Well, I’ve seen it work more than once, so I have to agree with the effectiveness. Still, it’s never gonna FEEL like the thing to do.”
  68. You shrug, “Well, that’s why we stallions are the contacts and not mares. Our whimsy shall rule the day yet, you’ll see.”
  69. >The intro fades out.
  70. “Hey hey people, Anon here. Have you ever wanted to be part of something bigger than yourself? Do you dream of cute, land walking colts with cybernetics? Do you want to pee in an alien ocean? If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions then do I have a place for you.
  71. “The United Federation of Planets is a supranational interstellar union of multiple planetary nation-states that operate semi-autonomously under a single central government. And if that sounds too political for you, you need only hear the other benefits that you get for joining in addition to the complimentary gift basket.
  72. “How about a post-scarcity economy? That means no poverty and no homelessness.
  73. “How about faster than light travel? Visit your friends on the other side of the system in seconds rather than days.
  74. “How about the ability to gene splice yourself so that there are enough males for each and every female to get one?
  75. “Thought that would get your interest.
  76. “We here at the First Contact Fleet are currently idling just out past your oort cloud but we’ll be coming into the system on various diplomatic and social missions after this broadcast. I’m sure most of you have already been briefed by your respective governing bodies about what you can do to help make our stay fun and profitable for everyone involved!
  77. “Now just before we sign off I’ve been told to remind everyone that you can find any of our ships using a simple AM radio. All ships in the Federation will be broadcasting their ID number at all times so that you can quickly and easily find us if needed. We will also be constantly monitoring all radio traffic in the system so if you or anyone you know is in trouble in deep space just blast out three short bursts followed by three long bursts of AM radio on repeat and a Federation ship will be right along to help with the problem.
  78. “That’s three short blasts and then three long blasts and only for emergencies outside of government jurisdiction, we’re not here to step on anyone’s fins.
  79. “This has been Anon and Spitfire of First Contact Radio. Tune in next time for a summary of the first day of contact!”
  80. >With a flick the mics are turned off and the broadcasting equipment is retracted back into the hull.
  81. “Good for my first time solo?”
  82. >”Bit too ‘used ship salesmare’ for my taste, but you didn’t make any mistakes.”
  83. “Nice. So, time to meet our hosts?”
  84. >”That it is, strap in, I want to get a little fancy flying in on our rendezvous point, since they aren’t that far into the system.”
  85. “Got it, boss!”
  86. >You quickly strap yourself into the stallion’s seat on the bridge behind the communications console.
  87. >Like most of the contact crew you were going to be meeting a group in a spaceship out in deep space. They didn’t want you landing on the planet, apparently the crew of the flagship hadn’t left a good impression… again.
  88. >So you were going to be meeting with an ice harvesting ship that was tasked with sending ice from the outer asteroid belt into the terraforming initiative in the inner system.
  89. >This system was blessed with two planets of good size in the goldilocks zone, but something must have happened during their formation because one was nearly entirely covered in oceans and the other was essentially a desert.
  90. >It would take a millenia or two at their current rate, but they would eventually have two habitable planets in this system. With the Federation's help you could cut that timeline down to a couple centuries.
  91. >The choir you were meeting is called the Dazzlings. A choir being a pack without a male.
  92. >Males were apparently so protected that they weren’t allowed off the homeworld, though they wouldn’t be able to do much.
  93. >The six in-system colonies and thousands of ships that the sirens had created were staffed primarily with bio-engineered spacer sirens. They could sleep for several days at a time, had an extremely slow metabolic rate, and could live in fresh water with minimal air.
  94. >Normal sirens are like dolphins or whales, able to hold their breath for long periods but needing to breathe multiple times an hour. They also had high body temperatures necessitating that they hunt daily, often eating half their own body weight in meat.
  95. >This means that if normal sirens wanted to live in space they’d need a massive ecosystem to support them, or constant supply from home.
  96. >Instead they bio-engineered a new type of siren to do this work for them.
  97. >Sounds great, right? Born for greatness and all that.
  98. >No~t really. Bio-engineered sirens are sterile, and while they live significantly longer than normal sirens they’re practically a slave race who can’t even live on their home planet.
  99. >But~ the Federation plans to offer them a home on the Pony homeworld along with gene-treatments to make them a proper species. They’ll do this once they’ve given the sirens the automation they need to make colonies obsolete.
  100. >The Federation will also help the sirens build ships that will allow normal sirens to explore the stars.
  101. >AFTER they sign the treaties that say that they’ll never again create a slave race.
  102. >That shit’s not cash.
  103. >Once Spitfire is done with her loops, gravity turns, and general messing around you’re approaching your contact.
  104. >The ship is pretty cool. Imagine a sphere of metal about ten meters in diameter. (approx. 10 times your height)
  105. >Now imagine a giant plane wing coming out the top and extending out another thirty meters. At the end of that plane wing is a huge liquid fuel rocket.
  106. >Now there are four of these sphere’s with wings and engines. They’re situated in a square formation, with their wings pointed outward in the huge X shape. The central spheres are connected together with huge tubes connecting them in a box shape. In the large hollow center is a mass of machinery with drills and cutters.
  107. >Out of this machinery, extending aft of the ship is a very long cable connected to what looks a lot like a huge dredger’s net holding several huge chunks of ice, each one nearly as big as the ship.
  108. >In front of the ship, connected to it by struts and wires is a massive half sphere of solar panels that, when viewed from the front, completely eclipsed the ship and its cargo.
  109. >Amusingly there is something that looks like a giant car windshield wiper slowly wiping along the surface of the solar panels.
  110. >Probably applying and smoothing a protective layer so they don’t get damaged by micrometeoroids.
  111. >Comms light up, “Approaching vessel, this is the Chattering Melody, please state your name and business, over.” A sultry, melodic voice comes in through your headphones.
  112. “Hey there, Chattering Melody, this is Twilight’s Song, coming in to dock with you for our scheduled tête-à-tête, over.”
  113. >”Hey there, Twilight’s Song, it’s good to hear from you, we’ve been excited to finally meet you guys!” A new, bubbly voice comes over the radio, “Our airlock leads into the air filled compartment! I hope you don’t mind zero gravity!”
  114. >A second of silence follows, “Oh, uh, over!”
  115. You chuckle, “Good to know, Chattering Melody, we’re pulling up now. Your airlock is on the port side upper module relative to the plane of the ecliptic, correct? Over.”
  116. >The first voice again, “That’s correct, we hope to see you in the flesh soon, you sound like a cutie, over.”
  117. “Be right over, keep your shoes on, over and out.”
  118. >Spitfire chuckles from her spot at the controls, “Sounds like you might get snatched up on your first solo mission, Anon.”
  119. “Hey, it’s happened before!”
  120. >”Just try not to bed them on your first day, huh?”
  121. “No~ promises.”
  122. >”Colts. Go get ready.”
  123. >From the schematics that I went over and direct observation I knew that there were four habitats in the siren ship. Three were filled with fresh water and it would be where most of the work would be done. The four compartment was air filled and was a sleeping/entertainment room.
  124. >You see, the water was the siren’s response to the loss of bone density while in zero-g, since they had to swim around in the water their bones and muscles stayed more solid.
  125. >They were also faster while underwater, and if they stayed out of water for a couple days their scales would dry out and flake off. They could theoretically stay in the freshwater areas indefinitely due to their lower metabolic rate, lower oxygen needs, and their artificial gills, but they preferred to breathe using their lungs when possible, thus the sleeping chamber.
  126. >The hydrophobic coating you have to get so that you don’t prune up while they show you the bits that are underwater feels like a very thin layer of latex.
  127. >It coats everything except your nose and mouth since they’d be behind a mask. Yes, everything, even your butthole.
  128. >Clear metal slots into the cybernetic access points on your eye sockets. They’d create an airtight seal so you could see underwater.
  129. >A little tube wraps around your head like a bridle, two little rubber prongs sticking into your nose so that you could breathe easier in the low oxygen atmosphere of their ship.
  130. >”Extending the docking tube now.” Spitfire’s voice comes in through your headphones. There’s a small shudder through the ship as the rubber grabbers at the end of the tube grabs onto the siren’s ship.
  131. >”You went to the bathroom?”
  132. “Yes,” You groan, “And I took a sonic shower before I got sprayed down.”
  133. >”Good, I don’t imagine they’d enjoy your dirt stinking up their water.”
  134. “I’ll have you know that I exude only the finest quality dirt, thank you very much!”
  135. >”I’m sure, you can bottle and sell it with your gamer colt bathwater, now go make a good first impression, I’ll be on comms.”
  136. “Yes ma’am!”
  137. >With a kick and a flap you’re at the airlock and through it quickly. The tube is long and white but you float through it serenely. Reaching the other airlock you tap into the comms again.
  138. “Alright, Chattering Melody, I’m outside the airlock and ready to enter, over.”
  139. >”Copy that, Aria, opening the outer airlock, over.”
  140. >The door in front of you slowly swings inwards away from you, revealing a peculiar and beautiful creature as well as washing you with a blast of sweet smelling humid air.
  141. >Her eyes were the most striking, her irises an almost luminous violet.
  142. >Her scales shone a lighter purple and her hair - which was made of dozens of long, sinuous fin-like strips, like a betta fish if you split its fins into hairs - was a deeper, dark purple with streaks of vibrant seafoam green.
  143. >She had hooves like a pony, but where a mare’s tuft would be there instead shone a blood red gemstone that appeared to be set into her softer belly scales.
  144. >Around her barrel her body changed from pony-like to serpent-like with a long, thick tail which had on it a pair of large, paddle-like fins where her back legs would be.
  145. >The tail then tapered down until it came to a wide tailfin at the very end.
  146. >She’d be far more beautiful if she weren’t scowling at you.
  147. >”You gonna come in, or are you just gonna float there like an idiot all day?”
  148. “Ahem, er, yes, sorry, coming right in.”
  149. >You flap gently into the airlock and the siren, Aria closes it behind you. Since Spitfire had pressurized the tube to be equal to the interior of the siren’s ship you were able to enter immediately.
  150. >The first thing you noticed were the other two occupants. As beautiful as their sister but in different ways.
  151. >The orange one introduced herself as Adagio. She was the largest of the three, her tail along the length of your entire body and you could probably sleep in her poofy ‘mane.’
  152. >The blue one was Sonata and she bubbled like a soft drink, looping about in zero-g like you had seen cats do.
  153. >”You know, if we had been told that such a cute little male was going to be visiting us, we’d have put more effort into our appearance.”
  154. You beam at them, “No need, you’re all quite beautiful.”
  155. >”I call dibs on his dick first!” Sonata blurts.
  156. >”What? Fuck you, I saw him first, I get dibs!” Aria shouts.
  157. >”Both of you shut it!” Adagio silences her crewmates, “You’ll have to excuse them, they’re idiots. How about a tour?”
  158. Your blush stays in place as you try not to look at the silently wrestling sirens behind Adagio, “A tour would be nice.”
  159. >”Good. We’ll end the tour back here, but for now this is our bedroom. We generally curl up around each other in the center of the room to sleep. We also have the television and computer in here, though our internet sucks, as I’m sure you can imagine. The light delay between here and Clef means that if we want to see anything it can take hours or even days to download.”
  160. >”If you’ll come this way,” With a graceful flick of her long tail, Adagio floats over to one of the three airlock doors in the large spherical room.
  161. >With a hefty twist Adagio opens the door and the two of you float in followed by the other two, still bickering about who gets your dick. You’re kinda glad that you were assigned to that savage planet now, such arguments were often had by the mares of that planet, but they never came of anything. It was just a teat measuring contests.
  162. >The chamber started filling with water.
  163. >OhShit.jpg
  164. >You fumble with your rebreather/translator/talk-while-underwater-ifier and quickly clamp it onto your face.
  165. >Adagio notices your fumbling, “Oh, sorry, darling, I didn’t think to warn you, are you ok to go underwater? I can stop the process if needed.
  166. “No, it’s fine, I’m fine now.” You say, before quickly realizing that your words wouldn’t reach her because the black box that you have your muzzle stuffed in is for talking underwater.
  167. >Fortunately the commspad on your arm is able to detect that you were trying to speak and continues translating for you like it's been doing this entire time.
  168. >The water passes over your heads, “Ah, that’s good, wouldn’t want to have to open the emergency hatch and get our living room full of water, again.”
  169. >Adagio has switched to a siren’s underwater speech. It’s actually a completely different language to the one they speak while breathing. The flesh of her neck puffs out a bit so that her vocal cords are able to more easily transfer her sounds into the water.
  170. >This is the cargo and mechanics bay. Aria, as our mechanic, spends most of her time here.”
  171. >”Don’t fucking touch anything! I just got everything back the way it was supposed to be after Sonanta tried to make an instant taco machine!”
  172. >>”Hey, it almost worked!”
  173. >”That’s the fucking scary thing!”
  174. >>”C’mon, you love my tacos!”
  175. >”Pfft, more like I love eating your fish taco you dyke.”
  176. >>”You just admitted to loving the taste of my pussy and I’M the dyke?”
  177. >”Yeah, suck it up, bitch.”
  178. >>”UGH!”
  179. >”Ignore them, Anon, they’ll tire themselves out eventually.”
  180. “Are they usually like this?”
  181. >”Aria? Yes. Sonata? Not so much. I think they’re a bit churned up since you’re the first male we’ve ever met.”
  182. “The first, really?”
  183. >”Never been back to the home planet. Symphony colony born and raised. Most of us spacers have never been there. “
  184. “Damn, that sucks.”
  185. >Adagio shrugged, “That’s life. You live with it, or you die. Anyways, see anything in here that you like?”
  186. >You look around. It’s all pretty primitive, you usually just replicate the exact parts that Spitfire needs for her maintenance, or you get it done in dry dock. There’s a full machine shop here while half the space is dedicated to huge boxes that are held in place with a net similar to the one hauling the ice.
  187. “It looks like a lot of specialized equipment, doesn’t your home send you specially made replacement parts?”
  188. >Adagio shakes her head, “We have ships in the fleet that are over a hundred years old and others that are brand new. Instead of manufacturing parts for all those different ships, home just sends off materials and we’re expected to make what we need. It would be really, really nice if we had something that could make the process easier.” She partially wraps her body around you, batting her eyes at you.
  189. >As you open your mouth to offer to let her borrow your replicator, Spitfire's voice comes in your ear, “We aren’t allowed to help her unless she’s in distress, Anon. Besides, she’s playing you, trying to get our tech before everyone else. Don’t fall for it.”
  190. >You look into the beautiful, glowing eyes of this creature and smile, oh, she wants to play like that, huh?
  191. “Aww, it must be hard for you. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything to help right now, I’m just so~ backed up from my long voyage that I can’t think of anything.” You wiggle your cute little bottom, your tail floating around behind you, no doubt giving tiny glimpses of your ball bra.
  192. >Adagio licks her lips as her eyes shine and the bickering of the other two has fallen silent, “I’m sure we could help you with that.”
  193. You pretend to think for a second before pulling your wings tight to your body, shooting a jet of water behind you and slipping out of Adagio’s coils, “Maybe, after the tour, I’ll think about it.”
  194. >You’re pretty sure you can hear Adagio’s eye twitch. Floating over to the [s]air[/s] water-lock.
  195. “This goes to the next compartment, correct?”
  196. >Sonata flits over to you, her tail swishing like a dogs, “Yeah! This goes to my lab! C’mon, c’mon, let’s go~!”
  197. >You all pile into the next compartment. It’s filled with what you suspect is lab equipment. Microscopes, various sealed flasks chambers that look like they’re meant for heating something within. There’s also a little fish in this room that swims around you curiously.
  198. >”Hey there Cheery!” Sonata greets the fish with a kiss on its head. “So this is my lab! I take samples of all the ice and minerals and analyze them. We date them, look for any organic compounds, and run chemical analysis on them, the works! Wouldn’t want to accidentally introduce an unknown bacteria or something into the fragile ecosystem of Dirge!”
  199. >>”Ugh, I’ll never understand why we got the only airheaded bimbo scientist in the solar system as our science officer!”
  200. >”Hey! I am not airheaded! My brain is just so full of important sciency thoughts that I don’t have time for common sense!”
  201. >>”Please, the only thing you head is filled with is your weird imported manga addiction!”
  202. >”You leave Way of The House Waifu out of this!”
  203. >Adagio whispers to you, “We should go, you can see the command module next.”
  204. >The two of you sneak out while Aria gives Sonata a noogie.
  205. >”This is the command center. It has communications, navigation, piloting, and controls for just about everything else. Sonata’s not really allowed in here after she set the cooling to process literally all the water we have.”
  206. “Cooling? I know that head dissipation can be difficult in space.”
  207. >“It can be, yes. Usually by the time we pick up our first piece of ice we’re practically boiling in our scales. Would you like to go over the process with me?”
  208. “Sure.”
  209. >For the next hour you and Adagio, and Aria once she was done messing around with Sonata, went over the complex system that cooled the ship, recycled their water so it didn’t get too stale, and refilled their engines.
  210. >It was quite ingenious.
  211. >First water would be siphoned out of the flooded compartments to a certain configurable percentage.
  212. >That water would travel up the wings to the engines where electricity harvested by the solar array would be used to electrolyze the water into hydrogen and oxygen. Those gasses would be compressed into liquids and stored in the engines.
  213. >Then a piece of the ice that they were hauling would be pulled up into the machinery at the center of the ship where all the minerals would be removed and ice samples would be shunted into Sonata’s lab for study.
  214. >Once she had given the all clear pieces of ice would be introduced into all the flooded compartments, refilling them and cooling them in equal measure.
  215. >Then Aria would check all the equipment, maintaining it as necessary and Adagio would tally everything up and send a report back to command.
  216. “And they don’t mind you using the ice?”
  217. >Adagio chuckles, “They don’t have a choice. What are they going to do, come out here and stop us? We might need them for regular food shipments but they need us or their precious terraforming project will stall.
  218. >Everyone gathers back in the living module.
  219. >”Didja like the tour, Anon?” Sonata asks.
  220. You nod, “It was very enlightening, kinda like seeing history in action.”
  221. >Sonata lets out a pft, “We’re not THAT old, y’know.”
  222. “I know.” You chuckle. “But I think that’s enough for today, we’re going to be seeing each other all week, you know.”
  223. >”Aww, you can’t stay and have a little… fun?” Adagio purrs in your ear.
  224. “I could do with some fun.” You reply coquettishly.
  225. >”Hmm, I bet you could.”
  226. “Yes, I hear that you sirens are good singers, perhaps we could sing together? We ponies are quite adept at song too.”
  227. >The three of them give you the look that every mare knows instinctively, the look that says ‘you really gonna blue bean me like this, colt?’
  228. >You were. They’re predators, after all, they should enjoy the hunt.
  229. >”I suppose we can do that, should we start, or do you wish to?”
  230. “You can start.”
  231. >”Try to keep up.” The three swirl around in a hypnotic pattern in the center of the room.
  232. >”We~ are trapped inside a monster, living in a dead - eternity - la la la!” The three sang.
  233. >”Animated with a haunting - wanting - need: to meet a spirit who can make us free.”
  234. >You see a spot for you open in their pattern and you slip into it, using your wings to float around as they touch your body. The heart song rises in you.
  235. “You’re so eerily alluring, singing your foreboding melody.”
  236. >”Bah dap bap bah da da dap”
  237. “And demanding to dote on this dancing devil, will it last? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
  238. >The three of them swirl faster, trying to tie you up in their long, soft tails but with swift adjustments learned in your long time in zero-g you just barely evade their constricting grasp.
  239. “I think you’re elating, your serenade so amazing, you’ve got me craving with outrageous adoration! I can feel the shift, surely something new emerging!”
  240. >And you could, you could feel the warmth in your heart thinking of what these three beautiful creatures could give to you, could mean to you.
  241. >”We~ we want your love! We~ we want it all! We~ want to be one with you!”
  242. >They are getting faster now, more aggressive. You have to gently bat at them with your hooves and wings to escape their grasp now.
  243. “Pardon me; for such a silly sight of sentimental shame. As you can see, I have no use at all for love, romance, or pain.”
  244. >”Oh won’t you come - with us? You’ll never need to choose between your life or luxury. We’ll make it so you never leave!”
  245. >Now they nip at the tips of your ears and nibble on your neck and the leading edges of your wings.
  246. “I might be a looming maniac: panicked, raving mad and more. Just hold~ on keep your hooves inside the ride~ It’s worth your patience.”
  247. >With that you jet off to the airlock that leads back to your ship as the three follow you singing the chorus.
  248. >”We~ we want your love! We~ we want it all! We~ want to be one with you!”
  249.  
  250. As Anon closes the airlock behind him you turn to your subordinates, “I’m not gonna lie, I think you might have scared him.”
  251. >Aria picks up the song, “I don’t think you tried to win him hard~ enough.”
  252. >Sonata finished, “I guess all we’ve got’s each other now~”
  253. >The song fades and you smile, “We’ve not lost him yet. You heard him, he likes us, we just need to give him a reason to stick around.”
  254. >”Ooooo, Dagi’s got a plan.”
  255.  
  256. (lyrics are cribbed from Haunt, The Cartoon Heart by Bear Ghost)
  257.  
  258. >Back onboard your ship you step out of the sonic shower.
  259. “So, boss, how was that for day one?”
  260. >”Surprisingly good, rookie. You only almost gave away advanced technology they weren’t ready for once and you managed to get out of there without being seduced.”
  261. You chuckle, “That’s a negative on that second one there boss, I was super~ seduced.”
  262. >You still came back here.
  263. “Just because I was dropping out of my sheath faster than you can say ‘estrus season’ doesn’t mean that I was unable to control myself. I’m not some sloot, I will be wined and dined properly before they taste so much as a kiss!”
  264. >Spitfire smiles and rolls her eyes, “Oh yes, you’re such a higher class sloot than your forebears.”
  265. “Darn tootin’, Now what’s for dinner?”
  266.  
  267. >On day two the sirens tried to wine and dine you. That didn’t go so well, since they were carnivores and you were a herbivore.
  268. >Aria chased Sonata around the living module cussing her out when they realized.
  269.  
  270. >On day three Aria made you a little gizmo, a tiny spear gun for catching fish. When you pointed out that you don’t eat fish she called herself stupid and blushed red. She perked right back up when you asked if she could fit it with foam spears.
  271. >Spitfire was not happy that you kept shooting her with tiny foam spears that night.
  272.  
  273. >On day four they convinced you to join in their cuddle puddle by promising that they wouldn't do anything sexual. It was probably the safest and most comfortable thing you’ve ever experienced.
  274. >You didn’t tell them that though. Mostly you enjoyed their reddening faces as you rubbed your smooth fur and wings over their bodies.
  275. >You even wrapped your tail around Adagio’s and snuffled up under her chin. She went from normal cheeto to spicy cheeto in under a second.
  276.  
  277. >On day five you decided to let them ‘succeed’ and seduce you on day six. You didn’t want them getting desperate to keep you around on day seven since they might do something you ‘actually’ don’t like.
  278. >Today must have been Sonata’s turn to attempt to seduce you. She wanted to play a game of clothing poker while drinking spirits.
  279. >You had to admit, they were really good at both poker and holding their liquor.
  280. >First you slipped on a bow tie and Aria was licking her lips.
  281. >Then you managed to get Adagio into a body stocking that showed off her fins in ALL the right ways.
  282. >You sensually slid a striped sock up your forelegs. You had replicated them so they were elastic and fit you very tighty, causing little tufts of fur to stick up over them.
  283. >You’re pretty sure Sonata is literally steaming at this point, and you’re getting a little tipsy.
  284. >Aria gets a spiked choker, unf.
  285. >You put on your back socks. Oh you are such a sloot, colt.
  286. >Adagio is hitting on you like a cougar at a bar.
  287. >For the final round you take off your ball bra and use its elastic to fling it across the module until it wraps around Sonata’s nose.
  288. >She passes right the fuck out and you’re almost right there behind her.
  289. >You probably would have sexed them right then and there. Aria and Adagio were coiling and writing around you. You’re pretty sure Aria actually came pressing her sex against your sheath, but you had a big ol’ case of wiskey dick, so no sex was happening that night.
  290. >The three of you fell asleep in a cuddle blob floating slowly around the room.
  291.  
  292. >Day six dawns with the ship's lights slowly coming up to full power.
  293. >You yawn and blink, your hangover is pretty light and your memory of last night is intact, so you didn’t go overboard.
  294. >You’re surprised that you aren’t sweating like a pig in summer considering your head is the only thing that isn’t pressed deeply into the scales of at least one siren.
  295. >You glance around and see that only Adagio is awake.
  296. >”Good morning hot stuff~” She comes in and gently kisses you on the lips, “Sleep well?”
  297. “V-very, miss Dazzle.”
  298. >”Oh, so formal? I hope we didn’t embarrass you too much last night. You seemed to be having so much fun~”
  299. “S-sorry, it’s just this is my first time waking up l-like this…”
  300. >”Well you have nothing to worry about. We’ll take good care of you~”
  301. >”Mmm, we sure will.” Aria starts nibbling on the tip of your ear, “You remember the song, ‘we’ll make it so you never leave~’”
  302. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, “Doesn’t that just mean you’re gonna break my legs or something.
  303. >Aria grumbles, “Never. Nothing’s ever gonna hurt you again if we can help it.”
  304. >”In fact, we’d like to make you feel as good as possible, Anon.” Adagio sighs into your ear, “You’ve teased us for long enough. I think we both know that you’re going to become our mate, and you can’t escape this time~”
  305. >You have to push your luck, “And what if I say no?”
  306. “Then we’ll just have to… convince you?”
  307. >You reach up with your mouth and kiss her, “Then convince me.”
  308. >Every heard of a snake sex ball?
  309. >Dis like dat.
  310. >Its like their mouths are everywhere, kissing you on the mouth and dominating it with their sharp fangs and long tongues.
  311. >Nibbling at the joints of your wings and sending tingles up your spine.
  312. >Licking the frogs of your hooves and tickling you.
  313. >Lathing your balls and sheath until they’re dripping with their thick saliva.
  314. >Your cock rockets out of its sheath at solar escape velocity. Bapping Sonata on the nose and depositing a drop of pre.
  315. >She licks it off with a giggled, “Salty Nonny,” Before diving in and sucking you down her meat loving pie hole to your medial ring.
  316. >Fffffuck, even your fillyfriend in highschool didn’t go down on you this good.
  317. >You were going to bust a nut and not even touch one of them.
  318. >Can’t do that, daddy didn’t raise no slouch in bed.
  319. >A happy mare is a mare that’ll put up with your shit when the whimsy strikes.
  320. >You can’t move.
  321. >tfw you are being sucked off by literal constrictors.
  322. “OH, Celestia, please slow down, if you don’t slow down I’m going to cum!”
  323. >Sonata pauses her bobbing and looks up at you with a cute expression.
  324. “S-seriously.”
  325. >She gently suckles on your dick and you can feel the cum trying to force its way into her mouth.
  326. “F~uck.”
  327. >“Aww, is Nonny a bit of a quick-shot?” Aria giggles in your ear, “I thought you were good enough to handle all three of us, but you can’t even handle little Nata?”
  328. >Sonata was teasing the tip with her tongue.
  329. >You involuntarily bucked your hips. You dick plunges into her throat. She takes it like a champ, not even gagging, just swallowing around you.
  330. >Your eyes roll back into your head as you try not to cum instantly.
  331. >Sonata pulls off with a pop, “Mmm, so much salty pre. You sure you don’t want to feed me breakfast?” She flutters her eyelashes at you.
  332. “I-it just doesn’t seem fair, y’know? If I get off I won’t be able to go again today, so I should attend to you three first…”
  333. >Oh fuck, they’re gonna make you regret that. They’re smiling at each other.
  334. >“Ok big boy, we’ll play it your way.” Adagio smiles.
  335. >”You don’t GET to cum until we do.” Aria says like the bell tolling your death.
  336. >Sonata gives your throbbing length another lick, “But you don’t get to go soft, either.” She giggles.
  337. >You learned a lot of things that day.
  338. >The first thing you learned was that Adagio LOVES kisses.
  339. >First you kissed her on the lips and she hummed into your mouth. Then you kissed down her neck and past her jewel. She shivered as you kissed her hooves. She jolted when you kissed her finns and where her inner thighs would be.
  340. >She moaned as you kissed her sex.
  341. >Somethign you learned about sirens that day. They don’t have a clitoris. What they do have is the clitoral complex which ponies also have. But for sirens the nerve endings that would normally be part of the clitoris are spread out in the complex.
  342. >Furthermore, when a siren is aroused the clitoral complex swells with blood to the point where it will actually push apart their vagina and press out of their body.
  343. >This meant that Adagio literally had a pair of juicy lips framing her wet pussy, and when you sloppily made out with those lips it was as if you were kissing her clit and the area just inside her pussy at the same time.
  344. >Needless to say, it drove her wild.
  345. >While their intrepid leader was being given the mustache ride of her life Aria and Sonata were competing for world's best dick sucker 2139.
  346. >Sonata would slowly lick up from your balls at the way to the tip five times. Then she’d deepthroat you and swallow around you length three times. Then she’d repeat the process.
  347. >After about a minute of that Aria would cut in and go hard and fast, slamming her nose into your pelvis over and over until you were on edge before pulling away and letting you stew for a moment.
  348. >She’d brush a fin over your length just hard enough to make you twitch.
  349. >The Sonata would take over again.
  350. >But you couldn’t pay attention to that because Adagio just wrapped her tail around your head and neck and you were eyes deep in her pussy, licking at her walls as she came so hard it actually filled your nose with her girlcum.
  351. >You popped off and almost ‘popped off’ into Sonata’s mouth but you held that in as you coughed and choked, Adagio’s fluids floating through the air in tiny spheres.
  352. >Once you’d blown your nose but not your load you noticed that Adagio was sort of twitching in the air.
  353. >”Oh don’t worry about her, Nonny, you’re lucky she’s still conscious!” Sonata giggled as she crawled up your body, sliding her entire long, sinuous body against your cock. “I’m next, show me what ‘those’ can do.” She pointed to your cybernetic manipulators on your wing wrist.
  354. “Of course, my lady.”
  355. >The tactile feedback of your manipulators isn’t great, but with careful work you’re able to begin massaging Sonata’s pussy with them while she kisses you gently.
  356. >“There’s a good boy. You’re going to be a great pack male, I just know~ it. We’re going to take you home to our colony and you’re going to make all the other spacers jealous~ We’re going to fuck you every night. We won’t be satisfied unless your balls are empty and we’re full twenty-four seven.”
  357. “That’s nice, sweetie, but how do you like THIS?”
  358. >You rub the spot where her g-spot should be but Sonata just hums.
  359. >”It’s pretty good, but try a little less deep and to your right.”
  360. >Moving your wing you search around with the tips of the manipulators until Sonata screams and shudders, “R-right there, stud!”
  361. >Interesting, there’s no real discernible difference between a siren’s g-spot and any other part of their vaginal wall. Just gotta memorize the location, you guess.
  362. >It would be easier if Aria wasn’t giving you a super blowjob. With teeth. It was just painful enough that it kept you from cumming, but you were leaking into her mouth so ferociously that she actually had to pull off to burp, followed by a quiet, “Excuse me.”
  363. >Fortunately Sonata quickly came as you nibbled on her ear frills and worked both your manipulators in and around her snatch.
  364. >Sonata hummed quietly to herself as she floated over and wound around Adagio’s half asleep form.
  365. >Aria pulled off your straining, dripping cock and swallowed loudly, “Guess it’s my turn.”
  366. “Yeah,” You said dazedly, “What do you want me to do?”
  367. >”YOU don’t have to do anything. I went last for a reason.” Aria lines her sopping cunt up with your equally soaked cock, “Try to last more than three seconds.”
  368. >You did. Try that is. You’d been on the edge for nearly twenty minutes and suddenly you were balls deep in one of the most beautiful creatures you’d ever seen while she ravaged your mouth with a sweet and disgusting mixture of her spit and your own pre-cum.
  369. >You blasted ropes into her almost faster than you were able to take in the smooth, creamy texture of her inner walls milking you for all you were worth.
  370. >Your balls actually HURT, that’s how much they pumped out.
  371. >The only reason Aria wasn’t literally overflowing with seed is because your flare was currently stopping up her womb.
  372. >With a tired swish and flick Aria brought you over to Adagio and Sonata, joining in on the cuddle pile.
  373. “Wait,” You slurred out, “I didn’ get all ov u.”
  374. >Aria kissed you on the nose, “You did, you were just too busy getting your brains fucked out to notice when I came. I don’t fall apart like these two when I get off.”
  375. “Oh… ok.”
  376. >”Good boy. I hope you know that this means you’re ours now.”
  377. “Hehe, wouldn’t have it any other way.”
  378. >”Good.” She whispers in your ear, “Because I hear you guys have some tech to fix our baby makers. That better be true, Anon, because I want your babies.”
  379. >Your face turns red. You, a father? It’s something you’ve always wanted.
  380. >Weird hybrid foals with these beautiful predators?
  381. >Nothing sounds better.
  382.  
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