Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 06

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Author's Note:

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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VOLUME SIX

"On your mark!"

There was a small pond just outside Saint Mayberry Church – or rather what was left of it. A race track of Spartan design had been dug out around the grounds by locals looking for anything to raise their spirits after the loss of their loved church. Merkhail, Reynami, Ania, Princess Leanne and Sister Margaret all waited patiently at the track starting line, watching their shadows on the ground. A small group of spectators came to gawk.

"Get set!"

Merkhail dug his shoes into the loose dirt. Reynami did the same, shooting him a competitive snarl. Ania looked like a blank chalkboard. Leanne was white with terror. Sister Margaret calmly adjusted the black sports bra cradling her two impressive udders and waited patiently.

The order was given: "GO!"

Merkhail pumped his legs like he was made of gears and pistons rather than flesh. Leanne traveled about ten feet before tripping and falling. She cried like a little girl, "Wah! I scrapped my knee!"

The lieutenant and Sister Margaret were neck in neck for second place. He spared a glance at her, wishing he hadn't. Her two lady lumps were bouncing all about. Sweat trickled out from the bottom of her super-tight spandex shorts. How in the hell was she still a virgin with a sexy body like that?!

The lead belonged to Reynami but it was short lived, her overzealous gait fell victim to a bad leg cramp. Her speed dropped dramatically, allowing Merkhail and Margaret to speed past her like bullets.

"Screw you all!" she screeched. Geez, what a sore loser, thought Merkhail.

Sister Margaret slowly took the lead about half way through the race. Her long, green hair danced behind her running form. Damn, her beauty was taunting him. The sun was hot and Merkhail's muscles were going numb, but he carried on, he didn't want to lose to a girl.

It was the home stretch.

The announcer articulated the results in a loud, booming voice, "First Place: Sister Margaret of the Saint Mayberry Church! Second Place: Private Ania of the Seraphim Space Soldiers!"

"Shit!" Merkhail roared. The quiet little hussy stole second right out from under him!

"Third Place: Lieutenant Merkhail of the Seraphim Space Soldiers!"

The alien attack and subsequent destruction of the Saint Mayberry Church had left the locals in a sort of malaise so Margaret had the idea to hold a big, city-wide fair with games and prizes. Merkhail only acquiesced because he thought he could win everything.

The defeated officer fell down onto his ass to catch his breath. His subordinates were sexier than ever. Leanne, who was still crying about her scrapped knee, wore a Japanese-style gym uniform consisting of a white shirt and tight blue bloomers that hugged her wide hips like a second skin. She had a new hair style too, a pair of fluffy blonde pig tails. Merkhail reminded himself to compliment her new look later, she was hotter than the sun. The spectators thought the same, she bent over to tie her shoe and about a hundred cameras snapped away, digitizing her tight little elf-ass on film.

Reynami was wearing nothing more than a bra and thong. You would think the outfit would drive men wild but her gregarious display of sexuality left Merkhail feeling limp in the groin area. Sometimes hiding naughty parts was much hotter than advertising them, what Reynami didn't understand was that men enjoyed a little mystery in their women. Wearing a string thong in public ended the game before it began.

Ania sported a typical tank-top / bike shorts combination. Her short hair and androgynously thin body gave her a bit of a boyish-vibe but for those attracted to small boobs, she was a goddess. She adjusted the bandanna around her head and looked back at Merkhail, feeling his perverted staring. She frowned at him. Ania always stared at Merkhail, it was about time he returned the favor.

Sister Margaret guzzled a bottle of water beside him while wearing something nuns weren't allowed to wear. Sweat stained the neck of her sports bra, running down the fabric and reaching to her erect nipples.

"I'm not a nun anymore." she explained, "So that's why I'm wearing this."

"You ditched the armored panties too, I see." said Merkhail.

Margaret's green eyebrow crept up like she was wondering why he'd ask such a question. "Yes? So?"

"I have a couple jokes prepared if you don't mind. Does this mean 'Lil' Margaret' is open for business? Is your 'holy land' ready for a crusade?"

Margaret faced him, one fist on her curvy hips. She motioned to his crotch, "What's that?" she asked while pointing at the visible erection he had below his gym shorts. "You're having immoral thoughts about me, aren't you?"

Merkhail covered his manhood before it could grow any taller, "Ugh! Please don't say it like that around men! It just makes us hornier!"

Margaret gave him the cold shoulder. What? He thought he was being funny.

"Is Princess Leanne okay with you lusting after me?"

Merkhail's heart sank. She was right; he and Leanne had recently agreed to drift closer to each other and see where things went. It was only supposed to be a temporary thing; Leanne was still married after all. But these were stressful times and Leanne said she was alright taking comfort in him. He didn't need to be a jerk and cheat on her.

And speak of the devil, the little elf-princess found her way over to him. She was sweating profusely and fanning herself with her hand. Apparently princesses weren't big on running laps.

"Lieutenant!" she whined, "Reynami called me a 'bitchy little cunt'! Why is she being so mean?"

"Because she lost. To me. She'll get over it, don't worry."

Sister Margaret, or rather plain-Jane Margaret, put on a pair of windbreaker pants. "So, Princess Leanne, ready to do what we talked about?"

"Just give me a minute and I'll meet you at the infirmary." said Leanne.

"What's going on?" asked Merkhail.

"Sister Margaret, er, I mean Margaret is going to, um...examine me."

Leanne was blushing. She pulled Merkhail's hair aside and whispered into his ear. Her soft, elfin breath felt like heaven. "She's going to look at my lady-parts. It's a gynecological examine."

"Oh, I see. Can I come?" he asked innocently.

"NO WAY YOU PERV!"



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Leanne found herself dressed in a paper hospital gown, lying down on a bed. Margaret had changed into a sterile nurse's outfit after a quick shower and leaned in to do the deed.

"Okay, please spread your legs Miss Leanne." she said.

Margaret had insisted that Leanne submit to a gynecological examine. It was for the best, in the six months Leanne had been a Seraphim Soldier, she had had sexual contact with countless alien species, many of which loved her quite violently. Someone needed to see if she was okay down there. Leanne grabbed the backs of her thighs and spread her legs, letting her pussy fall open. She winced as the cold metal of a speculum slide into the soft flesh of her vagina.

"Hmm..." Margaret murmured.

All Leanne could see was Margaret's flowing green hair between her legs. "Is everything okay?" the princess asked.

"Well, there isn't any damage. But you've got some kind of gunk lodged - hang on."

Leanne's cunt walls quivered. Margaret used a medical instrument to remove a wad of gelatinous goo.

"Oh, I know what that is," Leanne said innocently, "A week ago we boarded this abandoned ship floating in space. We discovered a nest of 'Clit Kissers'; they're little slugs that try to impregnate female victims by crawling into their orifices. Once slipped into my uniform and, well, I guess it left some slime behind in my cha-cha."

Margaret carefully dumped the substance in a trash can. "You didn't get pregnant?"

"No, Seraphim Girls are sterilized while they're in service."

The former-nun resumed prodding around Leanne's womanhood. "Must be tough."

"Not really, the sterilization can be reversed once you serve your time."

"The universe can be such an ugly place. I never knew such immoral creatures could exist until those monsters landed in our church."

Margaret removed the speculum, allowing Leanne's feminine hole to contract back to its normal size.

"Say, princess..." Margaret looked red in the face, like a shy little girl. It was quite the departure from the tough girl she was around Merkhail. "You're no stranger to, um...intercourse. How bad does it get being a Seraphim Space Girl?"

Leanne felt her stomach sink, she had a number of examples but she was afraid it would offend the virgin nun's sensibilities. "Um...what do you mean?"

"What is the worse alien you have, uh, sinned with?"

The memories began to flip through the elf princess's head like slides in a projector. She nodded upon finding the perfect example. "Well, now that I think about it, my worst experience as a Seraphim Girl was with a human and not an alien." Leanne began to whisper the details in embarrassment. "It was my first week as a Seraphim Soldier; they hadn't even issued me a gun yet. I was visiting earth for training and one of my first assignments was managing security at a theme park."

Margaret's eyebrow flung up.

"I know," Leanne said, "They started us out with some silly First missions."

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The hot sun was beating down on Leanne's alabaster skin. Unlike her elfin homeland, earth was only three planets away from the sun which resulted in heavier UV rays than what she was used to. Even though she had lathered herself in sun lotion before walking around, she was already tanned mocha. Female Seraphim Soldiers wore latex leotards to protect against alien sex-attacks but there were no aliens on earth, so she was wearing a more practical uniform composed of cargo pants and a T-shirt.

Leanne had learned a lot about earthlings since arriving on their home planet. For starters, they ate way too much junk food. She accidently walked into a rather rotund man once and nearly suffocated while getting sucked into his belly fat. On top of this, humans were totally ignorant of the affairs of other planets. She was a princess, widely known throughout the galaxy but here she nothing more than a stranger with pointy ears.

A pushy tourist knocked her out of his way. That was the other thing she had learned, humans were rude! Earlier, she tried to scold two children for blocking the entrance to a restaurant and they flashed their middle fingers at her. Sadly, Leanne misinterpreted the gesture as some kind of human greeting and replicated it in front of her CO with disastrous results.

"I've had it up to here with you private!" her commander boomed. He was twice her size and very scary. He opened the door to a storage room and made her look inside. There was a bulky bear costume on the floor, the same bear Leanne saw on the theme park's welcome sign.

"What is that?" Leanne asked.

"The park doesn't have enough employees today so I'm ordering you to be the park mascot."

"Wha-?" Leanne recoiled.

"You heard me, maybe you'll think twice about flipping me the bird next time!"

"But what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, hand out balloons, entertain kids and old folks and crap. Just get to it, your bitchiness!" He slammed the door on her.

This was terrible, thought Leanne, why was her husband making her go through this?

The overheated princess undid her belt. Her pants slipped off her butt which was gleaming with sweat in the available light. Being in the military, she wasn't allowed to wear the same silky panties she was used to, she was forced to wear baggy cotton ones with her name stitched onto the front. A fashion nightmare. Once she stripped down to just her underwear, she made clumsy attempts to stuff her petite body inside the bear costume. It was heavy!

"Ugh!" With all her might she got inside and watched what little fluid she had left seep from her pores. It must have been over a hundred degrees inside the stupid thing when she finally got it on. Never minding the unusual weight, she stepped out into the park preform her duty...so to speak.

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Princess Leanne lumbered around like a drunk doing all the things a mascot did. And still the earth kids didn't like her! Eventually, she got ordered to the front gate to greet new customers. The walk took half an hour. The costume weighed a ton! Why was it so heavy she wondered.

Something rustled behind her, and it wasn't outside, it was inside with her. Her head was encased in a giant bear head so it was impossible to see what it was. But she found out soon enough.

A hand slowly caressed her taunt hips.

"Ek!" No wonder the costume was heavy; someone was inside of it with her!

"Who's there?!" Leanne squeaked.

"You look so sexy in your tight little sports bra." said a man's gargled voice. His other hand came up and grabbed her left breast, kneading it.

"Aaahhh!" Leanne yelped. With her arms trapped inside the costume, the man was free to grope her boobs at his pleasure. He massaged them up and down, left and right, like they were water balloons for him to play with. And if that wasn't bad enough, his finger slid up to her nipples and began to pinch them rhythmically.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Leanne purred with her lips closed.

"Not too loud, someone will hear you." said the man.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You were the one stupid enough to put this thing on with me inside." She felt his stiff prick poke into her pantied butt. "Now you have to be punished."

Leanne tried to act like nothing was wrong, there were so many people outside the park watching her and she couldn't let them know she was being sexed up. The pervert pulled her sports bra down and gripped her nipples, pulling them painfully far away from her teats. He kissed the sides of her neck and he slurped the sweat from her back like it was honey. He ran his tongue from the base of her spine all the way to her shoulders. Then his hands moved south, gliding over her sweaty stomach and into the waistband of her panties.

"Not there! I'm married!" Leanne begged quietly.

His fingers pinched her pussy lips, unable to grip them due to all the cum pouring from her snatch. "Oh, this isn't sweat." the man said.

Not being able to see the attacks on her body made things much sexier for Leanne. The hand down her panties continued to move around, tormenting her most delicate parts. She swung her hips about trying to escape the pervert's hand while quietly enduring the effective stimulation. Two fingers slid into her hole. "Gah!" she shouted. Someone heard her but thankfully they didn't say anything.

The pervert spanked Leanne's rear, "You get a spank every time you make a noise, got it?"

Gross slurping noises emanated from the back of her costume as the mystery man licked and sucked all the sweat from her skin. He put two hands down her panties and used them to pull her labia apart. Leanne bit her lip.

"Man, elf chicks have the softest pussy lips I've ever felt." he mumbled.

Leanne let herself go and yelped, her face red and clenched. The pervert spanked her again as punishment.

"Ah, God!" He flicked her clitoris gently. Then he pinched it like a nipple. "NNNGGGHHH!" Leanne threw her head from side to side, in vain to control the wild desire shooting through her nerves.

"You slutty soldier." the man said. "Everyone is looking at you and wondering why you keep jumping around.

Leanne's panties were yanked down. She felt his hot rod line up with her cunt, pulsating and free of any protective rubber.

"No!"

The pervert penetrated her. His unprotected dick went all the way up to her cervix. It was impossible for Leanne to keep the rape a secret, her costume was rocking back and forth crazily; people would have to be blind not to notice it. The man would slowly withdraw his member and then suddenly slam it back into her. Sometimes he'd withdraw quickly while slowly going back in. Either way, the wet flesh of her pussy walls were gyrating like belly dancers. Looking outside the two eye-holes in her bear costume, Leanne could see everyone staring at her. This was horribly embarrassing, did they know what was going on?

"Please just cum!" Leanne begged. "Cum inside me and get it over with!"

"Almost there honey! Gah!" Leanne's innocence was flooded with seed, human seed. He pulled out and let the overflow drip out her snatch and into her costume.

The people stopped staring at her. Leanne's secret was safe.

"I'm calling the police!" Leanne whispered sternly.

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Yes - I mean, no! You're going away for a long time pal!"

"Well then. I guess I should make the most of this while I can." His spent dick sprang back to full attention.

"You can't be serious!" Leanne screamed.

The pervert scurried around her costume like the rat he was and came up in front of her.

Squish.

He went inside of her again, all the way to the hilt. Disgusting slopping sounds echoed throughout the costume.

Her modest lady lumps became his next target; he yanked her sports bra down and suckled on her rocky nubs. Leanne's elf body wasn't the same as a human female's, simply being around infants trigged the hormone for lactation. And Leanne had been around many kids today. So when the pervert took hold of her left teat with his lips, he was rewarded with milk. Every time his dick went in, he sucked some of her milk out. He suckled so much that her left breast was dry within minutes.

Gripping her ass with two hands, he drilled her cunt harder. Cum from his previous ejaculation lathered his dick. Leanne's eyes rolled back in her head, she couldn't pretend to be strong anymore. Orgasm slowly rose up from the depths of her mind and body, her muscles tensed in anticipation for the big "O".

"Nnnggghhh! Aaahhh! Ooohhh!" she hummed weakly but loudly.

Even though her attacker had already cum once, the amount of icky he squirted the second time around was still enough to fill a couple of table spoons. How could he cum so much twice?

"It's all in the hips." said the man as if answering her question. "You have fun?"

Leanne answered by collapsing, bear costume and all.

#

"And that's how it went." Leanne finished.

Margaret's face was so red it could be seen a galaxy away. One of her hands had found its way up her skirt, she pulled it out quickly. "T-That's terrible!"

"Yeah...but I got him in the end. I pretended to pass out, then slapped the cuffs on him. He was still in jail last time I checked, and his cell mate is doing to him what he did to me."

Leanne was about to get off the hospital bed when Ania's voice stopped her. "What about me?"

Sometime during the story, Ania had managed to sneak in and grab a hospital bed. She was already in a gown, waiting for an examine. "Who's going to look at my cha-cha?"

"Oh, um," Sister Margaret grabbed the speculum, "Just a second. Didn't hear you come in."

"Ania does that a lot." said Leanne.

Ania spread her legs and let the former sister get a look. It wasn't long until the first gasp escaped Margaret's lips. "T-There's metal in here!"

Leanne took a look up Ania's snatch to see for herself. Indeed there were some metallic bits stuck to the pink of her womanly walls.

"Ania?" What happened?" Leanne asked.

"Not long ago... Remember Planet Nuraz'ya?"

"I remember it being a desert wasteland. Didn't you travel down there alone to deliver some cargo?"

"Yes... But..."

Leanne put two fingers against her brow. "Let me guess, something happened down there?"

"Yeah... Here's what happened."

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Ania threw down the metal crate she had been carrying. What a pain, the Sarapatra had to travel such a long distance to deliver a single piece of cargo to a desolate planet with only one habitable structure. And there was no one present to sign for it. Ania was alone in a dank laboratory that smelled like burnt metal and oil. Outside, a violent sandstorm shook the windows and blotted out the sun. The desert dryness chocked all the moisture from Ania's skin.