Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 01

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Author's Note:

I needed to re-structure this series so that's why I took it down for a while. I've added and removed certain scenes as well.

Please don't take this story too seriously, it is intended to be light-hearted and stupid.

Thank you for reading.

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PROLOGUE

The planet of Bale II was a fiery, molten, wretched piece of rock with only one, smog choked city to speak of. And it was on its head. A rebellion of workers had destroyed what little happiness the planet's populace had. Sentient life forms of all shapes and sizes roamed the streets with weapons to bear, killing who they pleased and destroying what they wanted. Angry at their miserable working conditions, they showed no remorse for any of it.

Francine was only eighteen and scared out of her mind. She ran the garbage-ridden streets like a rat in a maze. Volcanos erupted all around the city, showering her with hot rocks and burning dust.

She was a half-breed - a monster to most people. Her father was some nameless deep space alien fiend and her mother was a brave human warrior who was raped by said fiend. She didn't know her mother very well, after the pregnancy she became quite mentally ill. When little Francine asked the doctors why her mother hated her so much, they said it was because her mom wanted to kill herself rather than give birth to her.

She tripped on a molten rock in the street and flew face down into a puddle of stagnant water, contaminated run off from all the factories on Bale II. It burned her like acid, but her half-breed skin healed in a matter of moments.

Amid all the destruction, the sounds of gunfire around her, Francine began to sniffle. What kind of life had she lived? The moment she was removed from her unwilling-mother's womb her fate was sealed.

She looked at her hands. They were the shape of hawk-talons. Her hair was two different colors; one side was long, straight and pink while the other was curly and white. Her teeth were lined with hundreds tiny incisors. She looked at her reflection in the contaminated water before her. She looked at her hands. At her tiny teeth. She was a freak of nature, nothing more.

Footsteps. The workers had found her, and they had rage to spare. The backside of a shovel smacked Francine in the side of the head. She hit the ground, wailing in pain. More workers showed up, kicking her at every angle, bruising her skin and breaking her bones.

"Help me!" she cried in vein.

The sound of laser weaponry blasting through the air muffled her helpless cries. The workers died around her, their flesh burned through and through. Red, green and blue blood all mixed together in the streets like a deathly palate of paint.

Francine's saviors were army men from earth, clad in dark grey trench coats and wielding laser rifles.

"Are you alright ma'am?" asked one of them.

Francine looked up from the ground. He was tall with long, shiny black hair. His combination cap hung low, covering his brow. He offered the sleeve of his thick overcoat for her to grab onto.

"T-Thank you," Francine squeaked.

"Sir," called on of the soldiers, referring to Francine's protector, "You've been on the front lines for days. This damn rebellion is never going to end; you need to come off the front lines."

Francine found warmth in the man's arms. He returned her hug in kind. If felt so wonderful. There was actually someone in the universe who didn't find her repulsive.

"I can't come off the front lines now," said the man hugging her, "Captain Biankov is still unconscious. There isn't anyone else to lead things down here."

Suddenly, Francine's savior began to stagger. It was fatigue. He didn't even have the energy to hold her anymore.

"Lieutenant Merkhail Denisuk, you stay here you're going to collapse. Then what do we do?"

In a desperate bid to prolong Francine's first loving hug, she held onto Merkhail and helped him stand.

"I'm not giving up my command!" Merkhail bellowed, "If the big shots don't want me here, then they'll have to kick me out themselves!"

"Keep this up and they just might sir!"

Kicked out? No way, thought Francine. No matter who this Merkhail guy was, she made a promise to herself to help him. No matter how long it took.

VOLUME ONE

Civilization hit the space age like it was barely a bump in the road. Once the technology was good enough, everything fell into place for a new era unlike any other. Lieutenant Merkail Denisuk was a pretty young officer when you looked at the others in his class. His gaunt form was well concealed by a long black leather overcoat that screamed aggression. His black hair was always done in a sleek ponytail, something that always made the older soldiers remind him that long ago armies didn't permit long hair. His smile was warm and trusting; unlike his usual tactless personality and his green eyes were the stuff of girl's dreams.

He was too young to remember the days before space travel; he was born looking down on earth from a space station. If only the men and woman on the 2000's could see what kind of future awaited the human race. Space ships, alien planets, it was all a reality now. And so was the danger that came with it all.

Merkhail became an officer just as the rebellion on Bale II had reached high tide. The volcanic wasteland was intended to be a land populated a ruled by the working class, but the brochure proved to be nothing like the real deal. Life became so hard that the workers revolted. To test his mettle, Merkhail was sent there to help suppress it.

The task proved too difficult, he pressed himself to the point of collapse. It was then that his commanders voted to spare his sanity and assign him some more manageable work. He was in route to a cargo frigate known as The Sarapatra to take command of the vessel's security forces. With all the dangers space travel faced, almost every earth ship had a detachment of what were known as Seraphim Soldiers. Merkhail looked forward to meeting them. And the placid life that surely awaited him. #

Merkhail opened a set of automatic doors with his key card and entered The Sarapatra's cramped briefing room. He should have been greeted by the ships usual drab personnel and the Seraphim Soldier detachment assigned to the ship. What he saw was something much, much different.

It was like walking in on a college frat party gone wild. Trash and passed out drunkards chocked the floors. Chairs were overturned. Surrounding the big briefing room table was a gaggle of ship hands still sober enough to stand. And on top of the table...was Merkhail's new command.

Three girls in total. There were two shocks to Merkhail's system. The first was the realization that he was in command of females. The second was what they were doing -- dancing in their underwear.

The one of the left was the tallest and possibly the oldest; her dark hair swung from side to side as she shook her body around. Her massive jugs bounced about like water balloons, her F-sized bra cups were working overtime trying keep them in place. She wore a mischievous grin that no doubt defined her personality. The crowd seemed to like her the best...probably because she was spinning her red thong panties around on her finger.

Her pussy was perfectly shaven, smooth enough for the available light to shine off her mons. Her clitoris didn't shrink from all the attention either, no pun intended.

She threw her thong panties into the crowd. Merkhail caught them without much effort; he was the only one in the room without booze on his reflexes. Written across the tag was the name "Reynami".

The girl in the middle looked nervous enough to wet herself. She was a timid creature with fluffy blonde hair and the long, pointed ears of an elf. Humans called her lind elves because of their ears but they were actually an alien species that had allied themselves with the human race. She looked terrified to be on stage, her snow white legs were shuddering and her knees clicked together. Her face was red as a tomato.

"Take off your panties!" the crowd yelled.

Caving to peer pressure, the elf-girl hooked her fingers into the waist band of her white silken bikini and removed the feminine garment from her legs. A perfectly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair crowned the top of her vulva.

Merkhail caught those as well. Embroiled into the elastic waistband was the name "Leanne."

The last girl hadn't moved an inch since Merkhail arrived, which was quite odd given the situation she was in. She was a short one with a mien of perpetual apathy. Her eyelids hung low across her pupils, giving her a very mellow look. Although she looked old enough to be twenty, Merkhail suspected her bosom to not more than an A cup. Her cat-like eyes blinked at perfect intervals.

"You next! You next!" shouted the crowd.

She looked at them all and said nothing.

"Your panties! Come on!" someone shouted.

The girl reached down and grabbed her polka-dot boy shorts. Mechanically, she stripped them and re-gained the crowds enthusiasm.

Merkhail snatched those out of the air too when she threw them. Written with perfect lettering on the crotch was "Ania."

"Excuse me!" shouted Merkhail.

No one heard him.

"EXCUSE ME!" He shouted louder.

He didn't get so much as a glance.

Merkhail slammed his fist down on the closest computer, setting off the fire alarms. The sirens roared and the sprinklers blasted water all over the briefing room. It wasn't just the Seraphim Girls who were wet now.

The young lieutenant turned the sirens and sprinklers off once he was satisfied everyone has suffered enough. Now everyone could see him.

"My name is Lieutenant Merkhail Denisuk! I'm here to take command of the Seraphim Soldier detachment on this ship!" He pointed to the three girls, "I'll take a wild guess and say that's you three?"

Ania stared at him. Leanne bashfully covered her exposed crotch and turned even redder. Reynami placed a hand on her hip like an arrogant model. All three said nothing.

"...Could you please get dressed?" Merkhail couldn't believe he had to ask.

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Lieutenant Denisuk waited for the briefing room to get cleaned up. When it was ready, he entered and tried to pretend the last fifteen minutes never happened.

The three Seraphim Girls -- fully clothed now -- shot him stern stares when he entered. Seraphim Soldiers were just ship sentries but they had a lot of pride. Their uniforms were something else. Each girl had a radio headset and visor. The visor gave them everything from night vision to infrared. They wore tight fitting rubber leotards anchored by belts that forced their breasts outward so much that their nipples could be seen even in the dark. Tracing the supple body of its female wearer, the leotards wrapped around their nether regions like body paint, dipping ever so slightly into the folds of their pouting labia.

"Okay," Merkhail began, "Shall we start over?"

The oldest Seraphim Girl, Reynami, stepped forward. Her hips were tilted ever so slightly like an underwear model preparing to walk down the runway.

"You were supposed to arrive next week."

"Earth's military owns the fastest ships in the galaxy. Saves a lot of time."

Reynami rolled her eyes like an insolent school girl, "Alright, fine. I'll introduce the girls. I'm Reynami by the way; I'm the most veteran Seraphim Girl on board."

She stabbed a thumb at the short girl beside her, the one with all the personality of an asteroid, "The quiet one is Ania, my second in command. Don't expect her to say more than two words at a time."

As if to confirm this, Ania looked at him, nodded, and kept her lips shut.

Reynami motioned to the shy elf-girl, "That cutie-pie over there is Leanne, she's actually a princess from her planet but her husband bent the rules to make her a Seraphim Soldier."

"What for?"

Leanne fidgeted, "My husband said I needed something to boost my confidence."

Reynami waved to the other crewmen in the room, "You can go now, we've got this."

Everyone exited. Merkhail could feel the analyzing gazes of the crew as they passed him. He couldn't blame them; his rank was, after all, indicated by a grinning silver skull on his breast.

The young lieutenant straightened out the bright red collar on his black overcoat. "The name is Lieutenant Merkhail Denisuk."

"Nice to meet you," said Reynami. "Now that introductions are over, any questions?"

"Yeah, what happened to you last CO?"

With the blandest expression possible, Ania chanted, "Eaten."

"Eaten?!"

"By an alien a few weeks back," Reynami finished.

Leanne covered her face and quaked with fear. "It was so scary!"

"This is just a cargo ship, what happened?"

"The Sarapatra sometimes has to travel through uncharted areas." Reynami explained.

"Dangerous." Ania said.

Merkhail was thankful he brought along his gun. Unlike most soldiers, he was a fan of what were called Shell Guns, old fashioned firearms that relied on a shell containing powder and a bullet. They were much harder to maintain than laser guns but their noise and kick were quite satisfying.

"That tragedy aside, I look forward to working with you girls," said Merkhail concealing his doubts about the whole thing. "I assume you all have records of your time on The Sarapartra?"

"Yup, hang on," said Reynami.

All three girls drew random pairs of panties from their belts.

"Uh..." said Merkhail dumbly.

Reynami showed Merkhail the ass end of her white low-rise. At first the young lieutenant couldn't believe his eyes. But then Leanne confirmed it, "We each keep our service records on our panties. It's really convenient! I have a cute bikini-cut with my resume on it."

Awkward silence.

"...Can you show me to my room now?" Merkhail asked.

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The Sarapatra was a pretty modern ship which meant the accommodations were nothing like the industrial filth holes he lived in during his army years. Merkhail looked Reynami over head to toe while they meandered the halls. With no bra, her plump breasts swayed with every step. Clear glue sealed the ends of her leotard around her wrists, neck and crotch.

"Reynami? Why does your leotard have glue around the crotch?"

"Oh, all female Seraphim Soldiers have that. It keeps the area around our lady-parts sealed."

Merkhail's head fell to the side like a doll with cut strings. "And we do this because...?"

Reynami tapped her vulva and grinned, "Certain aliens we come across secrete slime that acts like a really strong aphrodisiac. If any of it got up in or business, we'd be cuming like crazy in moments."

The young commander found himself offended, Reynami was discussing her body with him without so much as a blush. He was uncomfortable but the thought of Reynami's sweaty body climaxing again and again covered in slime did have a magical effect on him.

The automatic door to Merkhail's room slid open with a faint hiss followed by a soft clank.

"Here you go." said Reynami all but throwing Merkhail in.

She dashed off.

"Wait!" Merkhail called.

The busty girl obeyed but not without an insubordinate attitude, "What? What?"

"Since you're the most veteran Seraphim Soldier on board I'd like to go over some recent threat assessments with you. I've heard that this particular space route has been getting surprise attacked by unmarked vessels lately. I want to make sure the girls are ready, can you call a meeting?"

"I don't do that," said Reynami abruptly. "Bye now."

She then dashed off like a bored child.

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Merkhail stepped inside of his quarters. Compared to the rusty, oily matchbox he was used to sleeping in while on active duty, it was a mansion. He had a full sized bed, two windows that opened the room up to the infinity of space, a bathroom, a closet and a food-paste dispenser. There was a glass panel on the wall with a built in computer. It was waiting to obey his every command.

His first two commands for said computer were to open up his bed and turn out the lights. Bright stars outside his window softly illuminated his room in the dark. He undid the silver skull buttons on his greatcoat and let his chest breathe.

In an effort to get a better understand of his situation, Merkhail pulled out a pair of Reynami's panties. He reviewed all the information written on the butt end. For being a veteran Seraphim Soldier, Reynami didn't have a lot of experience. It was like she deliberately avoided responsibility. Now Ania on the other hand was able to fill in every last corner of her panties with adventures.

Merkhail noticed a stain on the crotch of Ania's unmentionables. He put them down. Was he seriously reading resume's on the backs of panties right now?

"Gah!" Merkhail grabbed his head in pain. His eyes burned and his head throbbed. All he could think about was Bale II, the heat, the screams of dying soldiers and civilians. He remembered the suffering he experienced. He remembered all his friends, he saw them standing around him and asking if he was okay.

"I'm fine!" Merkhail yelled like they were still with him, "I'm still fit for duty! I'm not going insane! I'm not!"

The sounds of roaring volcanos and cracking rifles faded into the quite that was his room. Taking advantage of the break from PTSD, Merkhail curled up into a ball and fell asleep. #

The next morning, Denisuk and the girls went to the on-ship gun range. The lieutenant pouted because the range officer wouldn't let him use his shell gun, the bullets would cut right through the ship. Reynami aimed and fired a pistol so big she had to use her left hand to steady it. Bolts of green light seared the air and melted holes in a plastic target down range. Her groupings were as good as a marksman's.

Ania fired what looked like a shotgun-style laser weapon. Sprinkles of green light peppered her target, melting it into a puddle.

Leanne couldn't hit anything no matter how hard she tried. She looked panicked; her obsequious personality no doubt detested her poor performance in front of Merkhail.

"Um..." she struggled to place a new fuel tank into the back of her pistol. The process caused her tight leotard to creep into the depths of her butt hole. Merkhail's gaze was drawn to the round ass of a goddess and the pouty, plushy pussy lips of a succubus.

Ania noticed him staring. "Pervert," she said blandly.

Merkhail averted his impure gaze.

"Why were you sent here?" Reynami asked.

The young lieutenant walked up to a stall of his own and pulled out his laser gun. "I didn't do something wrong if that's what you're asking."

"We've never had a guy leader before, I'm just wondering what happened."

Merkhail aimed and fired five rounds. His aim was as bad as Leanne's. He blamed it on the weapon, if he had his shell gun he'd be putting bullets through holes he'd already made. "Are you upset you got a guy for a commander?"

"No."

"Then I'm fine with this set up if you are."

Leanne looked at him with big, blue eyes crowned with long lashes. "Have you ever fought aliens before?"

"No, just pissed off humans. A lot of Earth's colonies are falling into rebellion you know. My last command was on Bale II."

Leanne snapped her fingers, "I know about that rebellion! It started when Earth refused to improve working conditions. It lasted four weeks and killed over three hundred workers."

"Three thousand," said Merkhail angrily.

Leanne put a finger to her mouth, "But the official records said - "

"I don't care what the official records said. It was three thousand." Being a commissioned officer in Earth's ranks had its perks. But given the choice, Merkhail would have been happy living in ignorance rather than knowing the truth all the time."

"Well, things in space are a lot different." said Reynami.

"What kind of aliens have you run into?"

"Horny kind." Ania blurted.