Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 03

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Author's Note:

Please do not take this story too seriously, it is intended to be stupid and light hearted.

Thank you for reading.

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VOLUME THREE

The concert hall was crammed with fans of all shapes, sizes and species waving thousands of glow sticks above their heads. It was only minutes before the concert began and the anticipation was so thick you could almost see it in the air. A young woman turned pop idol overnight peeked out the curtain and saw her life flash by her eyes; there were so many people all waiting for her to wow them. Leanne wasn't sure she could meet their expectations.

"Leanne, are you ready?" it was her talent agent, the man who made all this possible, Hanisson. He was a short drink of water with a pointed face and an expression that never changed. He was always grinning ear to ear with his eyes closed, rather like a fox. He straightened out Leanne's outfit: a frilly pink and blue mini skirt with an equally excessive top.

The blonde elf nodded confidently, "I've been waiting for this all eighteen years of my life, let me at em'!"

Hanisson looked most pleased, as if he could look any other way.

Leanne rushed onto the stage and jumped into the blinding white limelight like her life depended on it.

"Hello Hydra VI! Let's rock!"

The crowed generated a wall of pure sound. Leanne blasted off like a rocket into her first song, singing a catchy and powerful tune of her own design. She had spent hours rehearsing all the dance moves and thanks to a modified microphone, her voice didn't sound as bad as it usually did.

Three and a half heart shaking, adrenaline soaked minutes later the song ended. Leanne panted, warning herself to not burn out before the concert was over.

"Hello Moonlight Station!" the name of the city she was in, "Thank you all for coming, are you ready to jam!"

The typical rhetorical question every artist asked at a concert. The whole theatre shook with the combined response of everyone inside. Leanne prayed the concert would never end.

#

The Sarapatra's vacation time was ultimately determined by the amount of cargo she had to deliver, if the ship was empty her crew could relax, if it wasn't they worked until they dropped. Thankfully the ship had seen little cargo in the past week allowing everyone to burn up their vacation time. The closest planet was Hyrda VI, one of the few planets in the universe free from conflict and friendly to humans. Most of the crew went down immediately.

A few days ago Lieutenant Merkhail found Leanne's timid and curvy figure at his desk with a request for leave time. He of course granted it. Hydra VI had one major city, Moonlight Station. Merkhail heard it was some kind of popular music capitol, a launching pad for new talent. God, he hoped Leanne wasn't planning on trying to get a record deal. He loved the little elf ditz as a comrade but her voice was little better than chain gun fire. Days passed by and the Sarapatra's vacation time was coming to an end but Leanne was a whole day late in returning to duty. He was her commanding officer so naturally he was forced to take a trip down to the planet and find out why.

#

Moonlight Station looked a lot like earth in the 1930's, save for a splatter of technology here and there. The city still used trains designed to look like old fashioned steam engines. Cars still traversed the streets instead of air trams and shops still used doors instead of plasma screens. Merkhail was still young but he was already marking the city for retirement...if he lived long enough to retire that is. Leanne wasn't answering her radio so the fog of genuine concern began to form at the edges of his mind. Hopefully she wasn't hoodwinked into becoming a prostitute or something; she was oblivious enough to fall for it.

"Leanne isn't a slut." said Reynami who had insisted on joining the hunt.

"Like you?" asked Merkhail expecting harsh retaliation.

"Hell no. Sluts have no self-esteem, I just enjoy skin sports." She lit up a cigarette, a hobby she had recently picked up despite doctor warnings, "This place is famous for pop idols, look around, sir."

Indeed she was right, massive LCD screens hung on the sides of sky scrapers playing concerts with famous young idols, the majority of which were female.

"I get it; Leanne's is out being a groupie isn't she? Should have known." said Merkhail.

Reynami didn't respond. She was angling her face upward with an expression someone seeing Godzilla might have.

Merkhail hadn't noticed her yet. "Someone needs to pick Leanne up and dump out all the useless stuff in her head. I'm not perfect either but I take my job seriously. Her husband sent her into the military to learn things, I say we - what the hell are you looking at Reynami?!"

"Sir? Please join me in this little exercise."

He did so and saw a massive billboard with a pop idol's smiling face. "It's just another pop idol Reynami, so what?"

It hit him a moment later, that pop idol was Leanne!

"Holy crap! Leanne! What the hell did you do while on leave?!"

"I want royalties!" Reynami shouted at her lieutenant accusingly, "You all made fun of her singing but I supported her! She owes me!"

Merkhail made tight fists. "Good for you, after the military discharges me for letting this happen you can pay my unemployment benefits."

"I can't believe she actually pulled it off! What are we going to do?"

The fretting officer walked in small, quick circles. She wasn't answering her radio and her location was a mystery. Pop idols had plenty of fans so it wasn't like they could just walk up to her and say hi either.

"You think you're so clever don't you!" Merkhail shouted at Leanne's billboard. Naturally, her smiling picture didn't say a word. "...Wipe that smile off your face! You're in SO much trouble! You hear me?!"

Reymani blandly stated the obvious, "Sir, it's a billboard."

"Reynami shut - One dipshit at a time!"

Reynami didn't take kindly to being called a dipshit. She tried to grab him and when he resisted, she punched him in the gut and neck. Merkhail couldn't stop Reynami from tackling him to the ground and straddling her powerful thighs over him.

"Alright sir, I'll let the dipshit comment go, but you've got to cool your jets. Just calm down and a plan will come to you."

Resting under Reynami's weight, Merkhail felt his senses return. "...Cancel the Sarapatra's next mission. We're not leaving here until we get our girl back."

"You sound really worried sir," said Reynami coyly, "You want her back because she's your subordinate...right?"

"Of course, what other reason is there?"

Reynami's radio headset rang. She activated the video function on her visor and saw Ania's face. "What's up Ania?"

"Heard everything..."

"Got any ideas?" asked Merkhail, expecting some kind of bizarre one word response.

"Yes... CO won't like it..."

"Why?"

Ania squeezed her entire blank face into Reynami's visor view. "Return... I'll tell."

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Leanne's transformation was nothing short of sheer luck. She had taken a three day pass to Moonlight Station to relax and gawk at pop idols but when she saw a line for talent scouting she waited there an entire day. When it was her turn to audition, she was so exhausted she thought everyone would laugh at her performance, but instead Hanisson shoved a contract in her face. Leanne thought she had fainted and gone to dream land. The truth was her elf heritage gave her an edge. Elf females had pretty blonde hair and flawless skin, things most other species couldn't boast. And now, several days later, she was performing at live concerts. She didn't have many songs yet but if Hanisson would just give her a little time off the stage she was sure she could make album after album.

It was time for another rehearsal, only this performance was not in front of fans but in front of other agents and investors. Hanisson smiled as he always did and told her it was something all pop idols on the planet went through. Leanne was in her dressing room getting ready along with another starlet she had met, a fresh-faced eighteen year old girl named Meownya.

She wasn't human or elf, she was a cat girl. Two furry ears protruded from her head and she had a tail sprouting just above her butt. Her hair had a reddish hue to it. Her bangs were draped over her two jade green eyes. Her pupils were vertical and feline like.

"What's wrong, meow?" Meownya asked, "You look confused, meow."

Leanne was looking at the costume she was supposed to wear for her performance in front of the investors; it was an impossible halter top and micro skirt.

"Look how pervy this outfit is! Can my boobs even fit into this thing?"

Meownya playfully pinched both Leanne's nipples. The sudden attention caused her nubs to firm up like spikes. "You have cute boobies, meow."

"Hey! Leave my boobies alone!"

"This is what they call 'fanservice', meow, investors and producers think the idol industry needs to get sexier to survive."

"But I write songs for kids! I can't wear this in front of them."

Meownya finished getting ready and pounced around the room like a cat. "It's just for today, don't over think it, meow. You should see the outfits they made me wear. I'm sure Hanisson will let your go back to the G rated stuff soon enough, meow."

She left. Leanne unhooked her bra and prepared to change into the most demeaning thing she'd ever worn. ...Besides her Seraphim uniform.

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"What are you wearing?" asked Hanisson, surprised enough to open his eyes. Leanne was about to go on stage, "You told me to wear this thing!"

"No, I mean that," he pointed to the panties peeking out below her micro skirt, "You're not supposed to wear panties with this costume."

"What? If I took off my panties everyone would see my butt hole!"

"You're over reacting, just dance like we rehearsed and no one will see anything," his perpetual grin returned, "You're a sport to put up with this, I'll make it up to you."

Leanne slid off her panties began her performance.

It was a little harder to perform in front of such serious faces but she soldiered on. As the song got harder, so did her dance moves. She swung her hips around back and forth like a playful newlywed. She ran her fingers through her hair and down her body. Doing so almost made her boobs burst out of her halter top. She turned around and shook her butt from right to left, praying they couldn't see up her skirt that much. Her golden hair twirled around her body, catching the light. She felt more like a stripper than a pop idol.

She rushed off stage as soon as the song ended. "That was so dirty." she murmured to herself.

"You did good," said Hanisson, "Go ahead and change into something more decent."

"Are those men really going to finance my career just because I shook my butt at them?"

She could see Hanisson's desire to dodge the question, no matter how wide he grinned. "It's a little more complicated than that but yes. Now run along dear."

Leanne passed by Meownya on her way back to her dressing room. The cat girl was wearing a red bikini that could make any male spontaneously ejaculate.

"My agent said I have to go through the same thing, meow," she said sadly. Leanne shook her head; this wasn't what music was supposed to be about.

#

The princess got some time off and strolled the streets of Moonlight Station after sunset.

She was contemplating how to tell Merkhail about all of this, wondering exactly how angry he would be. There had to be a professional way to leave the military without burning bridges. Her new life had the promise of being so much better; she belonged under the bright lights of a big city, not in some cramped space ship barrack. And it wasn't like she was delusional either, no matter how many times she changed clothes people still recognized her as a starlet.

Her communicator rang, it was Hanisson, "Leanne honey? Hate to pull you away from your time off but could you stop by the studio really quick? I have someone here who wants to meet you."

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Leanne opened the door to her dressing room and found Hanisson along with some other talent agent in a suit, a female with silver glasses and a haughty expression.

"This lady is from another talent agency, she says her client wanted to talk to you." said Hanisson.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Leanne. So, where's your client? I'd like to introduce myself."

The new pop idol stepped out from behind her agent. Leanne's cute radar went off immediately; she was a really tall girl with semi-long black hair of glossy color. Her black dress flowed down her body, which was shaking with shyness.

"Aw, it's okay," said Leanne with a smile. She wanted to hug the girl with all her might. "Don't be scared, I'm sure you'll be a great pop idol..."

She trailed off. Dear God, she knew who this girl was! She wasn't a girl at all! She was Merkhail dressed like a girl!

"Her name is Mandy, we're pleased to meet you Leanne." said the agent. Leanne was a big blob of confusion, she extended a shaky hand. "Uh yeah, h-hello M-Mandy, nice to m-meet you."

Merkhail bowed.

"You sure are a quiet girl Mandy." said Hanisson.

"She's timid," explained the agent, "She's never done something like this before and she's not convinced she has what it takes. So Leanne? Could you take care of her?"

#

The princess-turned-star brought Merkhail-slash-Mandy into her dressing room. Once they were alone, all hell broke loose.

"What are you doing sir?!" Leanne screeched.

Merkhail adjusted his dress like his life depended on it. "Give me a second! Reynami insisted I wear panties and if they get any tighter I'm going to turn into girl for real."

Merkhail's dress came up, giving Leanne a good look at his male pride. It was quite restrained; he was wearing a silky black bikini-cut. There was barely enough material to hold his balls in. And they were pretty big to begin with, Leanne thought with reddened cheeks.

"This was the only way I could get in touch with you! You're famous right now." Merkhail explained.

"Couldn't you have sent Reynami or Ania? Look at yourself sir!"

"We tried. Ania flat out refused and my talent agent said Reynami was too old. Poor woman is boozing herself to death as we speak."

That sounded like her. "Is she going to be okay?"

"Don't care. It's hard to help a woman with a sign on her door that says: I'm Pro Spooge and I Vote."

"I'll come back to the Sarapatra when my leave is over."

"You're leave has been over for two whole days Leanne!"

"Oh..." She smiled girlishly. She had no idea how much time had passed, "I guess I lost track of time, huh?"

"So is this the end? Are you going to quit the army? Quit being a princess? Quit being a wife?"

Leanne should have suspected he'd go this route. "I haven't decided yet. But for now, yes, I am quitting the army."

"Quit?" Merkhail gazed upward in phony thought, "Let's see, there's a term for that in the military, what is it? Oh yeah, it's call desertion! And I can shoot your for it!"

"Well now." Leanne moaned, remembering the time he caught her reading his personnel file. "That's the second time you threatened to shoot me sir, I'm starting to think you're all talk."

"Oh, so you're a comedian too?"

The elf girl slammed her hands down in sudden fury. "I don't get you Merkhail! One minute you're being nice to me and the next you're, making fun of my hobbies and telling me I'm a ditz! If you hate me then just leave me alone!"

"I don't hate you Leanne! You're too dense to see it but I lo - "

Hanisson suddenly stepped into the room. "Leanne? I heard a man's voice, are you okay?"

Leanne nodded quickly to disarm his suspicions.

"Okay then. Before I leave I want to give you this, it came in the mail." He passed her a small package and closed the door behind him.

"What is it?" asked Merkhail trying to get a look.

Leanne stripped the paper off and found a video disk.

"Is it one of your latest concerts?"

"Maybe?" she slid it into the nearest media center and watched the screen. It was actually one of Meownya's concerts.

"She sounds good." said Merkhail. "Know her?"

"Yeah, her name is Meownya. Another pop idol."

For the next two minutes it was all concert footage, nothing out of the ordinary. Then the movie changed like someone had recorded over the rest of the concert. Meownya was in a dark locker room wearing one of her trademark outfits, a frilly skirt, thigh high socks and pink leather jacket. She was just standing there with her tail wagging slowly. When she turned around, you could see her sucking on a dildo. She pulled it out leaving a trail of saliva and winked at the camera.


Then the scene changed again, she was on her knees performing oral sex on the green girth of an orc.

"What the hell?" blurted Leanne.

Meownya was taking the orc's entire stick in her mouth, no easy feat considering the size of an orc's member. Her free hands jacked off two other dicks. The poor lighting made it hard to see much of anything besides the sex acts. Her mouth released the penis it was eating so she could lap at the throbbing shaft, coming down to his testicles and massaging them. She sucked on each of his balls alternately. After a few seconds of that she journeyed to his glands and flicked them with her tongue. Within a matter of minutes, his prick blew thick white globs all over her face. The other men she serviced came too, painting her white.

"Now Meownya," said the unseen man recording the whole thing, "What do we say?"

Steamy semen dripped down her face and into her nose and mouth. She forced a smile, "Meownya loves to fuck! Meow!"

Merkhail whistled and said, "Man, and I thought Earth's pop scene was dirty."

"Meownya wouldn't do this! Someone must be forcing her."

"It looks consensual to me."

"No it doesn't, she looks like she's about to cry."

"Are you sure that's not part of the act?"

Leanne turned the video off in disgust.

Merkahil paced the room as best he could in high heels. "Question one: why in the world would someone send you this? Question two: have you ever starred in one of these flicks?"

"Of course not! I'm just as lost as you!" Leanne yelled.

There was a knock at the door; Merkhail's agent stepped in, "FYI Mandy, Hanisson has just arranged a duet concert with you and Leanne."

"A duet?!" Leanne blurted, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it go away.

Merkhail put his hand on his head like any normal guy would if they had just learned they had to sing on stage wearing a skirt.

"When's show time?" Leanne asked.

"Tomorrow night, good luck you two!" She slipped out.

Leanne anticipated all of Merkhail's questions, "I think we can keep your real gender a secret, pop idols wear microphones that modify their voices. It's not lip syncing but it makes you sound better and more feminine."

"Alright, that's one problem solved." He grabbed his skirt, "Next problem, how do I make sure this thing stays down? One wrong move and half the audience will commit suicide."

"I'll select some dance moves that don't require you to bend over." Not that Leanne wanted to watch him bend over, seeing him cross-dress like this was both insulting and simply unsexy.

"Remember Leanne, I'm only doing this to get you back on The Sarapatra."

He left the dressing room rather awkwardly due to his unusual footwear. Leanne used the solitude to pop Meownya's porn flick back on. During the fellatio scene, the camera man's finger got caught in front of the lens. She froze the picture. It was a blurry image but she could make out something gold, a ring with a reddish stone. Her suspicion was confirmed; Hanisson wore a ring just like that.