Poll Driven Story: “Rangers of the Galactic Republic” Episode One Part Two

Alright perverts, the second part of episode one of the Rangers of the Galactic Republic story is ready for you to read! You can find it, and the voting for what happens next, below the cut off. You can also head HERE to read the story in its current entirety.

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Once the freighter was docked it was easy for Voifta to slip away. She suspected that if she had hung around too long the captain would have tried to force her to remain with him. He had grown attached to her during the voyage and was not happy when she said she was going.

“Men of every race are all the same: they feel they’ve won something once they stick their dicks in it,” she mutters to herself as she slips away from the freighter. She knows the statement isn’t exactly true, plenty of races have their gender roles biologically or culturally reversed. But for the majority of races it IS all the same.

There is commotion all about her. Robotic body suits helping beings unload and load the freighters. Metal shipping containers being ferried between vessels, prepared for storage upon commerce freighters or being unloaded for deliver here in CS12. Everywhere there are beings moving to and fro, and none of them give the blue skinned alien in filthy rags a second look.

And having come in through a freight dock Voifta is able to bypass customs completely. There will be no stuffy jumpsuit wearing official asking her demanding details about where she’s come from and what business she has on CS12, which is exactly how she wants it. Even with a false identity there would be eyes watching official channels, beings in place that might recognize her as a Ranger of the Galactic Republic.

No, slipping in this way there could be no one that knew of her arrival on CS12. And that was good because the group she was here to hunt down would, by this time, be expecting the arrival of a Ranger.

The Crellian Cartel would know that the Republic had pinpointed their operations here on CS12. Every bit of information that had been gathered about the new drug they had been spreading through the Republic all pointed in this direction. Which in its self was strange, the Crellian Cartel normally kept its operations mobile so that it could stay one step ahead of the Republic’s law enforcement agents.

But there was something about this new drug that was keeping them here in CS12. They suspected it was a production issue, something in how the drug was created that required them to remain here.

Discovering the truth was just one small part of Voifta’s mission. She was to find out everything she could about this new drug, including what it was made of and how. She was also to try and locate every member of the cartel working in the station. Along with those directly involved in the drug trade there would surely be countless officials who were being bribed to allow the illicit operation to continue. Voifta was to discover all of them so that when the Republic moved in they could apprehend them all in one go.

For many Rangers this task would be far beyond their skills. To many Rangers “subtly” was not a word they knew. But for Voifta it would be a cake walk. She’d start small, finding one of the local pushers and offering to trade her body for drugs. She’d done this before, knew that just about any small time dealer would try and load her up with the drug so that she would become their loyal plaything. And of course she’d be expected to happy take that offer as she was a worthless refugee with no better prospects in life.

She’d play the part well, letting whoever she attached herself to use her body however they wanted. She’d revel in that part, getting off on the humiliation. Meanwhile she’d have to fake being on the drug. That would be the hard part. They had seen what the drug could do to sentient beings after prolonged or intense use, seen why it was so important they eradicate it at the source.

Voifta would work her way up the chain of command, fucking everyone that lets her and using her skills in bed to find out all there is to discover out about the cartel here on CS12. She’d hack their computers and search their rooms while they slept, gathering intel. And once she had enough she’d contact the other Rangers, and they would move in upon the station and round them all up, every single one.

First, though, she has to find a street level dealer. For that she would have to head to the seedier parts of the massive space station.


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The customs line in dock 12 was long, the sentient beings working their way through the customs windows at the end in a slow, but steady, pace. Thadeus Creetch tapped his foot impatiently. He wanted to get this over with, head into CS12 and begin his layover between prospecting surveys. And having seen just who was manning the customs window wasn’t making him any more patient.

At least, those where the reasons a telepath would have read in his mind. But if they had dug deeper, tried to penetrate his surface thoughts they would have found they were little more than a mental smoke screen. Under Thadeus’ thoughts was a second mind, an intellect that felt cramped and constrained in his single brain. It wanted into CS12, wanted to begin spreading out into the minds of the others that would soon surround it.

The being in line ahead of him gave the customs woman on the other side of the protective window a little bow then moved out of the way. Thadeus is able to step forward, replacing the being. Thadeus is a tall, muscular young human male. He had traditional good looks, a chiseled strong jaw and short blond hair. He is the kind of attractive that was used to things going smoothly simply because people enjoyed looking at him, and as he begins to speak to the customs agent this is painfully clear.

“Thadeus Creetch, interstellar prospector working on a leased license from the Corveet Corporation,” he says, listing off his name and official occupation. “I am visiting CS12 as part of my normal rest rotation between surveys, my stay over should already be logged and there should be no need to file an itemized manifest of my properties.” He grinned at the woman on the other side of glass, knowing how much she enjoyed his smile.

“And what do you have to report about your last survey, Mr. Creetch?” she asked, giving him a flirtatious smile back.

“That it was a class Zero on the Meisner scale. A barren rock with nothing that would interest any sentient beings. Even the minerals are worthless, you could trip mine the entire planet and not make enough credits to break even. Hell, company would probably make a solid loss doing that.”

The woman, a pretty young human with short dark hair, recorded the man’s answer. Her fingers danced across a holo-keyboard as she input the information into the logs. “You are correct that as a long standing temp-citizen of CS12 you do not need to make a detailed inventory list of everything you are bring in onto the station, but you still have to declare any foreign bio-material. Do you have any on your person?”

“Nope,” Thadeus says. “Wasn’t any to bring back. Besides, even if there was I wouldn’t have. We both know how invasive the bio-scanner is. If I tell you I’ve got alien bio-matter with me I have to get scanned as well. It’s just so… invasive.”

He leans in then, lowering his voice so only she can hear. “You’re the only I want to allow to be invasive with my body.”

She blushes and giggles, but otherwise ignores the comment. “And are you now, or have you during the last twelve cycles, felt ill in any way?” she asks.

“Nope,” he says confidently, pulling back away from the window. “I’m as healthy as a…” he stops, having intended on saying ‘horse’ but knowing the woman before him has never been off of CS12 and thus never seen a horse. “Well, I’m as healthy as I normally am. Robust and feeling a tad frisky.”

The woman giggles again. “Well, I’ve seen just what happens when you get frisky.” She types in a few more things into her computer then deactivates the holo-screen before her. “Okay, you’re good to go.”

Thadeus doesn’t leave, though. He leans in close to the glass once more and lowers his voice again. “Meet me at my pod tonight, after you get off your shift? I was thinking about you the whole time I was out there…”

She giggles again, her cheeks blushing more intensely this time. “I bet you have girls just like me spread all over the galaxy, one in each starport. I doubt you were REALLY thinking about me the whole time.”

He gives her a charming smile, knowing the affect the expression will have on her. “Even if that were true, would that change anything?”

Another fit of giggles overcomes the girl. “No, it wouldn’t. Okay, I’ll meet you there. Now get! I have to help the next being in line.”

Thadeus turns, the smile still on his face. But as soon as he is out of sight of the woman the smile disappears. The thing inside Thadeus, the thing inhabiting his mind and controlling his actions, is still not used to being in him, taking on the role of “Thadeus”. In time it knows it will come to enjoy acting like “Thadeus” but for now it hates it.

“We were not meant to be one,” he mumbles. Then the smile returns to his face and he looks back over his shoulder at the unassuming human woman. “But soon we shall be two.”


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Why is it, Voifta thinks to herself, that the sublevels are always where the trash hangs out? Is it because this is where the literal trash is and sentient beings who know they are scum feel comfortable around it?

Voifta does her best to not let it show how much the smell down here is bothering her. Her race detests the smell of rot and refuse; although she’s not certain if the source of the strong dislike is biological or cultural. Either way just being down here is enough to fill her with shame and revulsion at what her job requires her to do.

And that, of course, excites her. This is exactly why she excels at this kind of work: she gets off on infiltrating the filthiest, lowest rings of intergalactic society.

“Such filth,” she mutters, looking from the sludge dripping from the metal walls, the space station’s sewage barely contained behind them, and then looking to the shady figures that lurk and stalk the lower level corridors. Many of them wear gray jumpsuits, the uniform of CS12’s maintenance crews. But many more of the beings down here are clearly just killing time.

She knows there are cheap domiciles in the lower levels, simple cubes of space with little more than a bed and a few drawers for personal positions. Some of the sad and angry faces she passes may live nearby, the poor and disaffected of the space station. But she suspects that’s only a small number of the ones she passes are members of this true underclass. Most, although shady looking, are far too well dressed to be living in such hovels.

Voifta is on the lookout for a certain kind of being, one who looks far too aloof but is clearly watching the faces that pass on by. Street peddlers of drugs are the same no matter where you go in the galaxy, and she’s certain she will be able to spot one right away.

The section of the sublevel she’s moving through is large and wide, made to feel like a planet side city street. Side corridors that look and feel like alleyways extend off from the main stretch, metal station walls in place of building corners.

Bingo! There, leaning on the corner of one of the alleys is a man that screams “drug dealer”. He’s a Pryiath, humanoid in shape but far more slender and taller than a human. His skin is a brownish-black hue, perfectly smooth and hairless combining to make his flesh look almost artificial. He wears a synthetic leather jacket and tight lightly colored gray leggings that show off his impressively sized sexual organ as they cling to his inner thigh.

She snorts at that. Dick size various wildly throughout the galaxy, but some races are far better endowed then others. The Pryiath, with some of the largest naturally occurring dicks, are immensely proud and will display them whenever they can. She’s sure that this being would be walking around without pants on if he could get away with it.

“Pst, Tluepraxu chick, you looking to score?” he says to Voifta as she passes by him.

Voifta has to struggle not to reveal how pleased the invitation makes her. She saunters up the Pryiathian, doing her best to look sexy while also looking scared and nervous. “Maybe… But… Well, I don’t have any credits.”

The man looks her body up and down. “Pretty thing like you, she’s ALWAYS got a way to pay. Ain’t seen you round before, you new to CS12?”

She nods. “Yeah. I’m a refugee, sneaked abroad a commerce freighter to get away from the refugee center round my home planet. Didn’t even know where I was till after we docked and I could sneak out of the cargo hold. Still not really even sure where in the galaxy this place is.”

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his dark colored lips as he runs a large hand over the smooth, hairless surface of his head. “Well, lucky for you that you found old Brown Jim. That’s me, by the way. Why don’t you come back here with me, we can talk about getting you a little vacation from your turbulent life.”

Voifta starts to move forward, but then takes a step back and looks around uncertainly. “I don’t know… Can I trust you?”

Now he smiles wide. “Trust Brown Jim? Why of course! Everyone on CS12 knows Brown Jim’s the most honest guy around. Come on back here with me and we’ll talk about what I can do for you.”

“Oh, that’s easy.” She dashes up to his side and starts walking beside him as he leads her into the alley-like passageway. He stands nearly half a foot taller than her, his freakishly thin body making him look even taller than he actually is. She looks up at him as she speaks. “I was hoping to score some Jaei-17. I had a taste at the refugee center. It was…” she pauses for emphases, letting a distant dreamy look come over her face. “…perfect!”

“Well, little blue, you’re in luck! I happen to have a steady flow of Jaei-17. But the real question is, what are you willing to do for it?”

She makes her eyes grow wide at this. “Oh, I…. I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t have any credits. But… but you said I’ve always got something to pay with. What did you mean?” Voifta is worried she’s laying the naivety on too heavy, but the Pryiath buys it.

He moves next to her, wrapping a long thing arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close to his body. “Just come back this way, to somewhere more private, and I’ll show you. It’s kind of my office… a secret little corner almost no one else knows about.”

He leads her through a series or twisting and turning narrow corridors. The whole time he keeps her close to him, the arms wrapped around her as his hand caresses her shoulder. Glancing down she can see the outline of his massive cock growing larger in his tight leggings. She turns from him and hides a smile, knowing he is growing aroused at the prospect of getting to take advantage of the naive refugee she is pretending to be.

“Here we go,” he says, leading her around a sharp turn. They are now standing in a small alcove, a space no one could see without coming around the corner. One of the walls has a large, filth covered view panel on it that looks out at the stars. They twinkle faintly though the dirt. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Almost no one down here in the sublevels has as nice of a view.”

She’s not impressed, but pretends she is. “Oh my, yes, it’s lovely! You can see ALL the stars… and look, there  goes a freighter! I wonder if that was the one I stowed away in? I didn’t really get a good look at it from the outside.”

“Could be,” he says, “but we didn’t come back here to talk about freighters. We came so you could pay me for some Jaei-17. You still willing to do that?”

“Oh yes, but I still don’t understand what I’m paying you with.”

“You will, in a minute,” he says.

Voifta turns and hides her smile. She likes this game, playing the naive innocent not knowing she’s about to be fucked. She plays the part well, putting up just the right amount of protestations once things begin to keep the man hard and interested.

“I’ll need you to brace your hands against the wall there. Yes, just like that palms flat against the wall. And now bend over,” he says, putting a hand on her back and pressing her down. “Good, down further, and stick your ass up. Mhm, just like that.”

He’s standing behind her, pressing into her ass. She can feel his shaft hard and thick pressed between her ass cheeks. She moans slightly in surprise, pressing back into him. “Oh my…. What is that?” that asks, knowing full well what it is.

He leans forward, pressing into her and placing his hands over hers. Something sticky starts to come out of them. She had expected this, but knows he’ll be expecting her to be surprised by it. So she screams in alarm, not loud enough to really call anyone to her aid, but enough to excite the man behind her.

She tries to pull away, but the sticky goo the Pryiath has secreted from his hands has hardened, gluing her hands in place against the wall. She feels him back up, sees him lean over slightly as he kicks her legs open. He makes a deliciously disgusting sound as he spits up a huge glob of the goo onto one of her feet then does the same to the other, gluing her feet to the floor. She screams again, struggling against the makeshift bindings.

“What did you do!?”

“Relax, little blue, I just made it so you can’t welch out on paying me.” As he speaks he starts pulling down her pants to around her knees and then her panties as well. “Mmmmm, look at that lovely little blue pussy. You think it can take my great big Pryiathian cock?”

She knows exactly what he wants to hear. “Oh, fuck, no! I saw it through your pants, it’s far too big! Don’t even try, it could kill me!!!”

The words have the exact effect she wants them too. He instantly starts to fumbling with his own leggings, whiping his cock out and giving it a few strokes before placing the head on her pussy. She pretends to try and squirm away from him, but does it in a way that only ensures his cockhead becomes even more wedged in her slit, his head pressing up against her cunt hole.

He grabs her waist, pulling her in as he pushes forward. His large cockhead begins pressing into her, the action eased by just how wet she already is. She bites her lip as he enters her, shivering at the moment that the widest part of his cockhead pops into her cunt hole. Then she shivers again, finding that his shaft is even thicker.

“Oh, god, fuck yes,” she mutters. “So fucking big! Splitting me open, fucking love it!”

Brown Jim laughs as he grabs her waist tighter and starts fucking her hard and fast. “What a horny slut you are, little blue. Knew it the moment I saw you. But I bet you didn’t know, bet you didn’t know how much you needed a great big cock in you till I was entering this tight blue cunt of yours.”

“No, I had no idea,” she says, moaning and bucking against him. She acts just the way she knows he wants her to. A virginal nympho won over instantly by the first cock that enters her. She’s played the part hundreds of times, perfected the act through sweaty grunting practice.

The sex ends up finishing disappointingly fast. Brown Jim grunts, pulling out quickly and cumming on her bare ass. She is also disappointed to feel that even though his cock is large the load of semen he leaves on her is small.

As soon as he cums the hard glue like substance holding her in place begins to crumble and she is easily able to break free. She turns to him, pulling her panties and pants up and leaving the cum on her ass. “Oooooh, that was marvelous. Did you feel me cum?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he says, pride on his face. “Did you cum just once?”

“Oh no,” she says, her eyes big. “I came like ten or twenty times! I didn’t even know that was possible!” The man looks even more proud of himself now.

“Look,” she says quickly, knowing she needs to act while his mind is still dulled from post orgasmic laziness, “that was just… I loved that! I don’t even want any of that drug now. I just want to do that again. Think I could, you know, hang around you till I figure out what I’m doing with my life?”

Brown Jim pulls his own pants up, the grin still covering his face. “Stick with me, Little Blue,” he says, wrapping his arm around her and saying the phrase as if it’s now her name, “and we can do that ALL day. Well, in between my work at least. I’ll still need to be making credits. But you can tag along.”

“Oh, I’d like that,” she says. It is almost too easy. If the rest of the beings that work for the cartel are this easily fooled and manipulated her mission will be over in just a few cycles.


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Jelika Betly stands nervously outside Thadeus Creetch’s pod.

She’s thinking about the pod, the way it’s not really accurate to think of it as “his”. The domicile is designed so that everything inside, all of the furniture and personal belongings, can easily slide into compartments in the walls and ceilings and floors, switching places with three other sets of such possessions. In that manner four separate beings can live in the same space, all without ever having to see the other’s possessions.

It only works for inhabitants who are gone from CS12 on long and regular intervals, a description that fits Thadeus perfectly. He is only on the station between surveys, staying for at most a few months at a time, but sometimes just a few days.

Jelika hopes this will be a longer stay. The first few times she’d slept with the attractive man it had simply been because he was hot and she was horny. But he had turned out to be funny and kind and giving in bed, a stellar specimen of the human species.

Enough so that Jelika had even started to daydream about having something more permanent with the man. She sighed, knowing how pathetic that was. Everyone warned her not to become one of those women, the ones who pined after a distant spacer who was never around and had a different “wife” in every starport they visited.

She shakes her head, chasing the thoughts away. None of that matters right now. Tonight will just be about the present, not the future. Things are always different the first night with Thadeus. He’ll be more desperate, things will happen faster but be far more passionate. They’ll be over sooner too, but Thadeus would be able to go multiple times.

It won’t be that way later on. In a day or two things will still be just as good, but in a different way. Those nights will be about intentionally pleasing each other. But tonight, tonight will be about passion.

She takes a deep breath then rings the door’s buzzer. With a hiss of air the doors slide open revealing Thadeus standing in his underpants with a silk robe on. “Come on in,” he says in a deep, breathy voice. When she hesitates he grabs her jumpsuit by the collar and pulls her into the room.

As soon as the door is closed behind them their bodies are together, Thadeus’ hands all over her body. He quickly unzips her jumpsuit, freeing her from the formfitting garment then peeling off her panties and bra. “I like you much better this way,” he says, picking her up and tossing her onto the bed.

She lands with a bounce, letting out a girlish squeak then exploding in giggles. “Is it really all that much different? The damn uniform they make us wear is so tight I feel everyone already knows what I look like naked.”

“No they don’t,” he says, dropping his robe to the ground and peeling his own underwear off. She giggles again as soon as she sees his manhood. She’s been with enough men now that the sight shouldn’t make her giggle so, but she just can’t help it. The sight of man’s cock just starting to swell from arousal always makes her heart flutter.

He climbs up on the bed with her, caressing her bare stomach then running his fingertips over her small breasts. She has a thin, small body with almost no curves. But Thadeus has always showered her with affection, never made her feel like less of a woman because of her lack of curves. He leans over and takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while his tongue caresses and flicks over the hard, swollen nub.

“They don’t see how hard your cute little nipples get,” he says after pulling away. “They don’t see how pink and perfect they are.”

She blushes and turns away. “They might not see how pink they are, but when the artificial climate is off and its cold everyone can see hard they get.”

He ignores her, beginning to kiss her stomach. He moves his mouth down her body, kiss my kiss, moving steadily towards her pussy. He spreads her legs as he does, slipping in between them and shifting lower down on the bed. “No one can see your perfect, soft bush or your pink little labia. Perfect little pussy lips for nibbling on and licking.”

She lies back, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his mouth on her body. He always starts this way, making sure to make her cum with his mouth before he starts. He knows he won’t last long the first time and doesn’t want to disappoint her.

“Oh god, yes, just like that,” she moans as he starts to kiss her thighs, dragging his nose up and around her pussy as her keeps kissing her. She slides her fingers into his hair, lightly holding his head and helping lead his movements. He works all the way around, circling her cunt then hovering his mouth just above it. She can feel his hot breath on her most lips.

Jelika’s fingers curl and she grabs his hair tightly, pulling his face into her. His nose presses into her clit, his lips into her opening. His tongue darts out, lapping up the taste of her then pressing into her cunt hole. “Oh god, yes, you’re so fucking good with your mouth.”

He moans, the only response he is able to make at the moment. His tongue presses into her, moving in and out. She wiggles, wrapping her legs around his naked back and pulling him ever closer into her. He sticks his tongue out into her, penetrating her moist hole. A moment later he is bobbing his head up and down, tongue fucking her just the way she likes.

“Yes, fuck, yes, don’t stop,” she moans.

His tongue feels so good, so wet and thick and it moves and wiggles in just the right way… Wiggles in ways she’s never felt before! And then it’s suddenly more rigid than she’s ever felt it. It’s wiggling into her, DEEP into her and moving in a strange undulating way. And it feels ridged… strange. Not right.

She sits up, grabbing Thadeus by the hair and jerking his head away from her. She screams, seeing a writhing, segmented red insect come out of his mouth, half its length already crawling into her body.

The creature quickly slithers up into her, seemingly trying to escape the open air. Jelika screams louder, terror filling every ounce of her being. She can feel the creature in her, feel tendrils from its writhing body connecting to her insides, digging into her. And then it’s as if the creature starts to dissolve into her, becoming one with her insides.

And then, all at once, the terror is gone. Jelika’s body goes limp and her head falls to the side. Her eyes are open wide, her mouth hanging open and drool falling from her mouth, but she is no longer screaming. Her body convulses for a moment, her eyes rolling up into her head as it does. A moment later she goes limp again.

Then she blinks, the shocked expression on her face melting away. She sits up slowly, as if feeling her body for the first time. She looks at her hands, turning them over as if they are alien and unfamiliar.

Thadeus is sitting at the end of the bed, his legs crossed and eagerly watching her.

“It feels good,” Jelika says, her voice slightly different. She looks up at Thadeus, her expression full of surprised joy. “It feels good—”

“—to no longer be contained in one mind,” Thadeus finishes. There is a strange, high pitched quality to their voices as they speak to one another, a nearly imperceptible whine.

“This is much better,” Jelika says, the voice of the hive mind they both now share coming from her mouth. It’s far different from Jelika’s voice, inhumanly high pitched with a whine that will pain anyone not part of the hive mind.

“But this is only a start,” the same voice says, coming from Thadeus now. “It is still crowded in here… We need more minds.”

“Yes,” it says, agreeing with itself out of Jelika’s mouth. “We first need room to relax. And once we have that we will need room to grow.”

“But not too fast,” it says, using Thadeus’ mouth to continue the conversation with itself. “We must take things slow, ensuring no one grows wise of our presence. You know how these sentient beings feel about our use of their bodies. If they discover us…”

Jelika lets out a long, high pitch wail of despair, grabbing her head and thrashing about in pain. “Let us not think of that! How they have tried to eradicate our kind from existence. All the lost parts of our mind!”

“Shhhhhh,” Thadeus says, in his own voice now. “Let us not think of such things right now. Let us, instead, practice using these bodies, being these people. Let us take on the roles of their original form, practicing our lives as Jelika and Thadeus.”

“Yessssssss,” Jelika hisses in her own voice. “Let us share in the pleasures of their flesh in just the way they intended. Only we will be better at it, for we have the communal experiences of countless others.”

They come together, their hands moving across their bodies. “Let us take things slow…” they say in unison, their thoughts one.


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