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Serina cursed. That was all she was doing lately. Cursing her luck, the
station she was stranded on and the bastard who put her here. She plopped
down on her usual spot at the bar and cursed that she even had a usual
spot.
She ordered the synthetic stuff someone liberal might name coffee and
took a look at her pad. There's got to be work out there for her. She was
a god damn pilot. Not one of those hot-headed fighter pilots. No. Big
starships. That's her size. Flying those for ten years should account for
something, right? Not out here in the fringe of the universe. There
weren't a lot of freighters finding their way out of here. And even rarer
was one that looked for a new pilot to hire.
Nevertheless, she started her pad and looked at the inserts. To her
surprise there even was one. She quickly opened it and studied the
details. Captain for a small freighter was needed. Pilot license? Check.
That freighter wasn't even above one hundred tons. A piece of cake for
her. Knowledge in trading? Well, she had some basic courses about it,
when she was at the Perusian navy academy. So that sort of counted,
right? Next was basic engineering. Serina grew up in a small mining
colony in the outer belt of a star system. If you didn't know how to fix
something in an emergency you were pretty much dead.
The last point was males preferred. What bullshit was this? She pulled
the details of the person who issued the insert. Flare Ardonisian.
Seventy-five years old, but looked like in her early twenties on her
profile picture. Gender female. Species Incubus.
Serina rolled her eyes. There were no female Incubus. The whole race was
genetically engineered and was male only. Just like all Succubus were
female. And that was what Flare was. A Succubus. Some hick on the station
must have messed up. Not that surprising on a rustbucket of a station in
the outer rim. So Flare was a Succubus. Of course, that explained the
male preferred part of the insert. Seventy percent of their bodily needs
came from orgasmic energy released when they had sex with a male.
Serina wanted to dismiss the insert, but couldn't afford to do it. She
was running low on funds and this was the first insert in a month. Not
counting the inserts like pest control and hull cleaning duties. Stuff
she currently did to stay afloat. Serina needed the job to finally get
off this poor excuse of a starbase. It looked like Flare had to live
without a boy-toy on her travels. The hard part was to get her to
acknowledge that.
*****
Serina kicked the rat aside. One might think a space station would be
free of such pests. Not by a long shot. She made her way into the D-arm
of the station. Not a good sign. It was the most run down part of it.
Here the docking fee was the lowest. It told her a lot about the owner of
the freighter. Her would-be boss.
Making her way past junk and pests she finally saw port number twelve.
She buzzed the visitor's alarm and then waited. A long time. Now and then
she had to kick away rats. No, her boots weren't a good place to mate.
When the airlock door finally opened Serina had to stifle a laugh.
Succubus. Desire and allure personified. If that was the truth then
clearly Flare hadn't gotten the memo. She looked like she came just out
of bed. And not in a good or sexy way.
"Yes?" came the sleepy question of the shipowner.
"I am here for the job offer," replied Serina with a cheery smile.
"But you are a woman," came the somewhat slow comeback from Flare.
"The ad said male preferred. Not that women can't apply. May I come in?"
"S-sure."
Serina used her best poker face to not appear grinning like a cat that
had caught a mouse. So far Flare appeared to be a pushover. Which suited
Serina just fine.
Inside the freighter looked okay. Not the clean standard she was used to
by the Perusian Navy. But far from negligent too. Given that Flare looked
out of energy it explained the surroundings. Just the bare minimum was
done to conserve energy. Her last trust with a male must have been a
while ago.
Both sat down in a small kitchen area. Serina decided to remain in the
offense. She took out her pad and pushed it over.
"Those are my credentials," Serina said confidently.
Flare took her time reading it. Logically she knew that Flare was only so
slow because of an energy deficient. Still, she had to keep herself from
drumming her fingers on the table.
"You worked for ten years in the Perusian navy?" was the first question.
"Yes. At first not voluntary. I was conscripted when I was sixteen. By
the time my mandatory time was up I had secured a good position as a
freighter pilot. So I extended my contract. Till recently that was okay.
Then the war ended the bad way. I thought the rim is a better place than
a Draconian prison cell or labor camp."
Of course, not all of it was true. She was stuck here because her captain
saw a future as a pirate. Everyone that disagreed landed in the airlock.
Thankfully one connected to the rustbucket of a station she currently was
hard pressed to call home.
"You trained as a technician on your home station and reached the third
rank before your conscription?" was Flare next question.
Serina could hear the doubt. After all, she made it up. Sure she did
repairs and stuff. Everyone did. There wasn't even a proper technician
staff on the station. Luckily researching if she said was true would
prove futile. Her once home now deep in occupied space.
"Ah yes. My birthplace is a little behind on standards and norms. My
technical know-how was enough to get me conscripted in the first place."
Flare nodded and Serina knew the job was as good as in her pocket.
"The credentials look sufficient, however, I wonder. Did you check my
profile? Are you sure you are comfortable working with someone of my
species?" Flare asked in doubt.
"Of course, I have checked. I do not hold any reservations," Serina
assured her.
A moment later they shook on it. Serina had a new job. As suspected she
was to take over all jobs aboard the ship. In turn, she received a
generous salary.
*****
Serina stood up and stretched herself. Finally, she could fly again. This
time pretty much on her own terms. The course was locked in and Serina
had some time. Time best spent to get some coffee.
So far her job had been easy. Flare had some regular customers, who
didn't mind waiting on their goods a little longer than usual. Usually,
Flare would slowly maker her round through a dozen star systems. With
plenty of breaks mid-flight as her energy depraved body couldn't stay
concentrated for long. Now that Serina was aboard additional jobs might
be on the horizon. She herself had so far to oversee the loading of goods
and the departure from the station. Flare was usually in her cabin or did
her best impression of a living vegetable in the small common area.
Today was no difference. Flare had fallen asleep on the kitchen table.
Her hair nicely framed her serene face. Might have been looking better if
not a few strands would lay on a nearby plate with some specks of food
left on it. Besides her hand was a pad. Maybe some romance novel. Did
Succubus's read romance novels? Serina wasn't sure.
While the food processor prepared a fresh squeeze bag of coffee, Serina
put away the dirty plate and secured the pad. They had artificial
gravity, but emergency evasion maneuvers weren't that uncommon. A loose
object could be deadly and a dead employer couldn't pay her. So Serina
reached around Flare waist and pulled the belt out. A moment later she
was secured.
Close as she was Serina had a good close up view of Flare face. Kind of
cute and very serene. A little more angular than she had expected of
Succubus. Nonetheless, she was a sleeping beauty waiting to be awoken by
the kiss of a prince. Or more likely a hard fucking, her naughty mind
added. For a moment Serina was lost in thought. Wondering how Flare's
lips would taste.
The beep from the food processor broke her trance. Flustered she stepped
back and grabbed the squeeze bag of coffee. What was wrong with her?
Shaking her head Serina headed back to the cockpit.
*****
Serina cursed silently and looked yet again over her shoulder. No Flare
in sight. Not that Serina expected her to show up. She was sleeping
soundly at the kitchen table. That seemed to be her favorite spot. Still,
Serina couldn't shake her paranoia.
Again she looked at the small fabricator in the maintenance bay. Of
course, she was allowed to use it. Just not for this purpose. Serina had
carefully hacked the fabricator that its current project wasn't written
in its protocol. After all "Vibrator model fast rabbit mk4" was not a
replacement part. Nonetheless, Serina figured she had a right to get this
small, but essential, tool. After all, it was Flare fault. Her and her
stupid pheromones. After two weeks they really had wrecked Serina's
libido out of balance.
Serina never had before worked with a Succubus. Her logic had told her it
would be fine. Their pheromones were aimed at men. She should be immune.
Her recent spike in masturbation proved her wrong. Somehow it affected
her. Made her horny all the time. Usually, her hands did just fine to
relieve the tension. Not today. Today she needed something to fill her
up. To plug the hole of need between her legs.
Finally, the fabricator was done. Serina quickly snatched her ill-gotten
goods and stormed to her cabin. There were some hours till the next
course correction had to be done. Time she could fill to finally tame
that rampant arousal.
*****
Bodies closely entwined. Hot lips pressed at each other. Moaning of two
women in heat. Flare face in the throws of passion.
Serina woke up with a start and cursed like the sailor she was. It had
happened again. Another wet dream involving Flare. She still was wet and
needy. She fished for Mr. Bunny and finished it. Satisfied she let the
vibrator roll away. It had only helped slightly. She knew it wouldn't be
long before she was horny again.
Of all the things she cursed her own stubbornness was atop of the list.
She should have quit her job at the last port. But no she had to stay.
The pay was too good. At least that was what she told herself. It was her
stubbornness. Nothing more, right?
She had never been into women. She simply didn't tick that way. But two
month of Flare pheromones had screwed her sense of what was hot or not.
Serina's world had been turned upside down. She needed a shower. A nice
cold shower. That would do her good.
She grabbed a towel and headed out of her cabin. Only to stop before the
door to the only shower the ship had. Serina heard the stream of water.
Just her luck. Flare timing was perfect to throw yet another monkey
wrench between Serina's legs.
She knew she should turn away. Instead, her mind drifted off. It would be
easy. So easy. She could slip in. Surprise Flare. Plant some kisses and
grab at her with need. All too so easy. Nothing stopping her from open
the door. Let her towel slip to the floor. Step into the torrent of
water. See Flare surprised face.
Serina blinked. This was no daydream. She stood beside Flare. Her
breathing heavy with arousal. She couldn't hold back anymore. Serina's
lips found those of Flare and she pushed and pulled with desperate need.
Only a heartbeat later Flare responded in kind. A needy hand caressed
Serina's breast. She would have minded. A few month back. Not now.
Reservations be damned. Her hands found the magnificent orbs on Flare.
Played with them. Teased them.
Something hard hit Serina between her legs. Not painful but noticeable as
it poked her belly. She knew the feeling. Looking down she saw a hard
stiff dick. It belonged to Flare. Serina didn't care. Her need and
instinct took over. She grabbed the rod and guided it into her. She
moaned like a savage as the enormous girth filled her completely.
Grunting in ecstasy as it pushed in and out of her. It didn't take long
before Serina exploded in an never before reached orgasm.
If Flare had noticed she didn't let it known. Unrelenting she pushed in
and out. Fueled the flames of Serina's arousal yet again. She could feel
another orgasm building and she knew it wouldn't be the last. Not for
some hours.
*****
Serina woke on silken bedsheets. Definitely not hers, she decided. When
she opened her eyes Serina saw Flare besides her. Studying her with
tension and curiosity.
"Here is another thing I would never have thought possible. You studying
me sleeping. Isn't that my role," Serina jibed with a lazy, but honest
smile.
"Maybe," Flare admitted and turned away flustered.
Serina's eyes followed her lover's contours. The sensual lines she had
explored in the many hours before.
"I think I love you," slipped Serina's mouth. But once said she knew it
was true.
"Do you?" Flare asked.
She turned back to Serina and she saw tears streaming down Flare's face.
"Do you really? I heard hundreds of women utter those words. It was never
real. All they wanted was this."
She pointed angrily at the penis between her legs.
"You mean your pheromones? That you are a Succubus? I admit I have never
heard of a male Succubus before," Serina quietly admitted.
Flare face turned to shock and confusion.
"I am not a Succubus. I thought you have read my profile. Serina, I am an
Incubus!"
Serina crooked an eyebrow.
"Oh? In that case, I never knew that there are female Incubus. I read the
profile. I thought it was a mistake of some overworked office drone."
Flare laughed. Not for long as it slowly turned to crying. Tears streamed
down her face and Serina wiped them away.
"What is wrong? Tell me," she urged Flare.
"There are no female Incubus. I am transgendered Serina. Me.
Transgendered. What a cosmic joke. My species doesn't even have a second
gender. Still here I am. Wanting to be a woman all my life."
Flare stopped as her sobbing became too strong. It broke Serina's heart
to see her like this. Gently she hugged her and gave Flare her support,
till the last tear was shed.
After calming down Serina had to ask.
"Ever thought about... You know. Going all the way. Nowadays there are some
good surgeons out there."
"I tried," came the tired reply of Flare.
"Two times. The first time I was so happy. Finally a complete woman.
That's what I had thought. How stupid I have been. A penis is a vital
organ to an Incubus. It grew back Serina. Not a month later and all the
pain had been for nothing. Still, I didn't give up. Tried again. Failed
again. It is hopeless."
Serina grabbed Flare chin and forced her to look at Serina.
"It is not. This universe is filled with technic, science, magic, and
hundreds of forms of strange energy. Somewhere there is a way. We just
have to find it."
"We?" came the fragile question from Flare.
"Yes. We," Serina told her with all her confidence.
"You might be right. Maybe I feel this way only because of your
pheromones. There is only one way to find out for sure. Let's find a way
to make you the woman I see before me for real. Body and soul. Then we
will know, right?"
"Right."
They shared a passionate kiss. Loaded with all the emotions they
harbored. To Flare it might be an uncertainty if Serina loved her. Not so
for Serina. Her whole life she had only cared about herself. She was
familiar with arousal and sexual need. But never before she had cared for
a person like she had now for Flare. And when they had found a way to
make Flare a complete woman. Then she would see that Serina's love was
real. She was sure of it.
The end.
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