Seraphim Space Girls Vol. 08

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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, had some trouble submitting this one. This is probably going to be the second to last chapter in the series, so unless something changes I've got a big finale coming next. I'd like to start another series here soon.

Thank you for reading.

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VOLUME EIGHT

It was one of the last dignified occupations in the galaxy, one that technology had yet to ameliorate - the intergalactic postal courier. The internet couldn't always be relied on to transmit messages and some planets had no access to it at all, so at times it was necessary to deliver letters by hand, across light years if necessary.

Princess Leanne peered out the Sarapatra's starboard window, squishing her fluffy boobs against the glass. A small, weathered mail-ship was struggling to dock with them outside. Leanne was so excited she found herself jumping up and down like a kid, making her jugs squeak against the glass.

Reynami called to her, "Hey! Squeaky-Boobs! Calm down."

"I can't! My hubby-wubby said he wrote me a very important letter."

"Couldn't he have just sent it through the net? How backwards is your planet?"

Leanne didn't dignify that with an answer; elven royalty were expected to maintain high proficiency in the written word, it was a form of art to them.

Naturally, Ania wasn't paying attention at all, she instead preoccupied herself with Leanne's inadvertent music making. Curiously, she pressed her tiny boobs against the glass and tried to make them squeak.

"No, no, no!" Reynami marched over, "Your boobs aren't big enough, use your ass like this!" She bent over and pressed her butt cheeks against the glass and dragged them up and down. Ania did likewise.

Squeak-Squeak... Squeak-Squeak...

Ania's boobs may have been small but her butt was big, plump and giggly. She and Reynami dragged their asses up down the glass, alternating as they went.

Reynami tittered, "This is naughty! I can feel my leotard get sucked into my ass crack. You do it to Leanne."

Leanne shook her head. "Remember when Sister Margaret told us to be more professional? I don't think - "

"I said do it, elf-bitch!"

The princess reluctantly bent over and joined in the slutty activity. All three girls dragged their cheeks against the glass together, left, right, left and then back again. Demonstrating unique control over her loin muscles, Ania began twerking one cheek at a time, shaking her ass meat against the glass like it were made of jello.

Squeak - squeak - squeak

"We couldn't probably get a song going out of this," Reynami mused. "Everyone follow me, left... Right... Left, right. Now up, down and side to side."

A tear of humiliation dripped down Leanne's cheek, "This is so degrading! We look like synchronized strippers!"

The door beside Leanne hissed and opened up. A human female courier walked into the Sarapatra, weighed down by heavy mail bags and wooly clothing designed to keep her warm inside her small mail-ship. She noticed the three girls rubbing their asses against the glass and came to a quick but collected stop.

"...Most people just wave hello." she intoned. "My name is Ariel, veteran courier with the United Earth Postal Service."

Leanne removed her pert derriere from the glass and tried to salvage what was left of her dignity with a hand-shake, "Princess Leanne. These two are Reynami and Ania. We're the Seraphim Soldiers assigned to protect the Sarapatra."

Ariel's eyes got wide. She reach up and played with her long brunette bangs, "Seraphim Girls? Really? Oh, so you, like, fight tentacle monsters and stuff?"

"When we have to." Reynami confirmed, "Tentacle monsters get such a bad rap nowadays. They can be very considerate when they want to be, sometimes they cook you breakfast after the lovin' is over."

Leanne put her hands over Reynami's mouth, "What she's trying to say is that we have many responsibilities and duties."

"...Want to see me twerk?" Ania asked in a placid monotone.

Leanne pushed her away. "The mail room is this way Miss Ariel, come on, I'll show you."

The mail woman took five steps and then buckled in pain. "Wait, wait... I need a second - Ouch!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing – Gah! Aaahhh!"

The young courier fell to her knees, dropping her bags and scattering mail all over the floor. She clutched her swollen abdomen as if it were the source of her discomfort.

Leanne dove in for a closer look and gasped, "You're pregnant?!"

"Yeah – ow! It's a long story!"

"I-I'm sorry! I thought you were just fat!"

"Oh God! I think my water broke!"

A warm pool of amniotic fluid crawled across the floor and covered Leanne's boots. Reynami and Ania jumped in and stripped Ariel of her clothing, tossing it all aside. She was indeed pregnant but her stomach was only moderately larger than normal.

"How far along are you?" Leanne asked.

"About three weeks."

All three Seraphim Girls glanced at each other, silently confirming what they all heard.

"The father isn't human!" Ariel cried, "I was trying to keep this a secret but... I was raped by an alien during deliveries last month! It was hiding inside a barrel of water I was supposed to deliver, it attached to my pussy and wouldn't come off!"

"That's horrible!" Reynami declared, "It's also the perfect time to remind our readers that everything in this story is FICTIONAL. And if you're someone who can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, or if you feel the urge to re-create any of this in real life, please stop reading immediately and make an appointment with your doctor."

Ariel convulsed and wailed, her face glistening with sweat. "I can't believe this is happening to me!"

"Leanne, she's going to have the baby now," Reynami said, dead serious. "Help me pick her up, we need to get her to sickbay."

The elf-princess did so, but first she retrieved a single enveloped from the hundreds spread across the floor. It was addressed to her in golden ink, it had to be from her husband.

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All three girls waddled through the ship with Ariel between them like she were cargo - that was in labor. It was still a long way to sickbay, and they had to somehow climb up one deck without freaking anyone out.

Leanne panted and struggled to hold Ariel's weight, "You know, if Merkhail were still here he'd lift our spirits with a bunch of jokes right now."

Reynami scoffed, "Well, he's not. He's gone back to earth and he's not coming back, period, dot, end of sentence. That fat lady has sung."

"AAAHHH GGGOOODDD!" Ariel roared.

"See what I mean?"

The girls hauled the pregnant mail-woman a few more yards; they stopped upon hearing Sister Margaret's voice. Leanne bit her tongue, Margaret had been bossy as of late, demanding that the Seraphim Girls act more professional and focus on protecting the ship. But right now they were hauling around a woman who was about to give birth to an evil sex monster that might very well rape every woman on board.

"Restrooms!" Leanne said, "I'll get rid of Margaret!"

Ania and Reynami dragged Ariel into the lady's room and closed the door tight. Margaret walked around the corner. Even though she had left the habit, she still wore the clothing, a tight rubber suit hugged her shapely body underneath her raven black tunic. A white wimple wrapped around her face and head, long green hair flowed from her crown and down along her body.

Margaret spoke, "Princess Leanne? Where is Ania? She was supposed to run reports for me."

Leanne played with her hands, "Uh, uh, uh – haven't seen her."

"Drop the 'Uh's' and I might believe you."

"Okay, um...here's the thing. We've run into a slight problem." Sister Margaret crossed her arms and arched her back, scaring the young elfin princess into telling the worse lie ever. "Ania is constipated! She's in the restroom right now with Reynami!"

Margaret casually glanced at the lady's room door. "...Why is Reynami with her?"

"For...support."

"Well, when she's feeling better have her report to me."

"Yes ma'am! Aye-aye!"

Ariel's labor-pained voice sliced through the air, "OH MY LORD! IT'S COMING!"

With a slack jaw, Margaret pointed, "What did Ania eat?! Does she need a doctor?"

"I'M BEING SPLIT IN HALF!"

Leanne blocked Margaret from going into the restrooms, "No! No, she doesn't need – don't go in there! Can I...have a second alone to sort this out?"

"Fine." Margaret put a fist on her hip, "But this isn't very lady-like behavior."

Leanne forced a laugh that sounded so comically fake that even she didn't believe it, "Hey, girls have to poop too, you know? ...Everyone poops."

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Inside the lady's room to quite a sight, Ariel was on her back, legs spread and vagina open. She was dilated so wide one could see all the way up to her uterus. Ania squatted like a watchful doctor looking for the baby's head - provided it even had a head. Reynami stood a safe distance back with her laser rifle up and activated, ready to kill whatever popped out of Ariel's womb.

"Margaret's gone. For now." Leanne reported.

"Good, now all we have to do is get this damned baby out." Reynami said.

Ariel took big, labored breaths. Her face was red and wet with sweat, her hair was plastered to her face like wallpaper.

"How are you doing honey?" Leanne asked compassionately.

"I'm about to give birth to some ugly alien in a restroom, how do you think I'm doing?! I had dreams you know! I was supposed to get married before I turned 20, but here I am! 26 years old and still single! Fuck the universe!"

With a smirk, Reynami spat, "You're going to STAY single with an attitude like that, bitch. I'm Bi and even I don't want you."

They were never going to get Ariel to sickbay and even if they did, the Sarapatra had only one doctor and she was usually hammered after lunch. If she was going to have the baby it had to be here, it was the only pragmatic solution.

"How does she look Ania?" Leanne asked.

"...Gross."

"Is she close to delivery?"

"...Beats me."

Ariel kicked her feet, espousing shrieks of pain and frustration. "Sweet Moses, my mid-wives are The Three F'ing Stooges!"

Ania got serious stuck her belt into Ariel's mouth, giving her something to bit on. "...Deep breaths and push, okay?"

Ariel nodded and did as instructed. Things were under control at the moment, Reynami spoke out the side of her mouth, "What did the letter from your husband say, Leanne?"

"Don't know, haven't had a chance to read it."

"It's a good thing, right? Your hubby never sends you letters, bet he's got a lot to tell you."

Leanne pulled out the letter in question, her fingers trembling at the thought of opening it. She joined the Seraphim Soldiers shortly after marrying him and hadn't heard a thing since. What could did he want to tell her? And why now?

Ania broke character and shouted out, "Holy crap, heads up!"

Slime splattered against the restroom floor, followed by a gross squirting sound and a colorful swear word. Something that looked like a small purple Stingray with green spots emerged from Ariel's gaping pussy, slopping to the ground like a snot ball. Instantly, it started flopping around like a fish out of water. It had two big, goofy fish eyes sprouting from its body, making it look like something from a cartoon.

Reynami took aim and fired a laser blast at the unholy thing. It jumped up and dodged, bouncing its oily body against the wall. "Leanne! Get it!"

Leanne drew a laser pistol holstered across her butt, fired and missed. The alien slithered up the restroom wall and onto the ceiling, its slimy underbelly giving it traction. It jumped at Reynami and landed square on her crotch. She tried to pull it off but the slime it secreted glued its rubbery skin to her own. Its fleshy body started to gyrate and grind into her.

"What's that ugly thing doing?!" Leanne asked.

Reynami staggered around with twenty pounds of slimy alien stuck to her groin. Her cheeks flushed a gentle shade of rose. "Oh... I don't know, it's rubbing my pussy lips with something. It's – ah! It's vibrating against my slit. Ho God - I'm already soaked down there! Hold on, now it's eating through my leotard... It's nuzzling my clitoris and - "

Her back arched like she had been struck by lightning. Her tongue flopped out and her eyes rolled back. "Oh, fffuuuck!"

The alien was obviously penetrating Reynami, sapping her strength and making her knees clack together. Leanne was more intrigued that something fresh out of the womb could be so well hung. Blasting the monster was a little difficult, the laser bolt would go all the way through and fry Reynami's pussy. And Reynami would rather lose an arm than her precious honey-hole.

"Get it off before it cums inside you!" Ariel warned. "Those things unload in seconds!"

Reynami grabbed a sink. Her hips bucked up and down wildly as the monster stuffed her deep, her ass cheeks bounced about in the air.

"I-It's cumming! Ah!"

Thick, gray splooge drizzled out from Reynami's pussy. As the creature climaxed, it stopped humping her.

"Wow! This little guy shot for distance and accuracy!" She stuck the barrel of her laser pistol into the creature's squishy body, "Okay little guy, now you die."

The mottled stingray flew off of Reynami moments before she pulled the trigger. It bounced off the walls and splashed into one of the toilets.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!" Leanne stomped her feet like a pouting little girl, "It's inside the plumbing now! It can pop out of any toilet on the ship!"

Far from being concerned, Reynami burst into laughter, "Ha, ha! Surprise butt sex on level 3!"

Ariel looked a lot better now that she had delivered her unholy spawn, she gently panted and returned Reynami's joke in spades, "Laugh all you want lady, that thing busted a nut inside you. You're sooooo pregnant."

"'Faye' with an 'ail', sister! I'm a Seraphim Soldier. My tubes are tied."

It was true, all Seraphim Soldiers were sterilized upon entering service; a precaution for contingencies like the one Reynami just encountered. But not every woman onboard the ship was sterile, if the little alien-rapist found its way into some poor girl's bedroom, there would be hell to pay. Leanne shuddered to think what Margaret would do to them if it impregnated HER.

"Alright, we need a plan. Suggestions?" the elfin princess asked.

"...Want to see me twerk?" Ania asked.

"No. Reynami, what about you?"

Reynami snapped her fingers as if she had a genuine eureka moment, "Got it! We let Ania twerk and make the critter come to us! Nothing with a penis can resist that ass of hers!"

Leanne rubbed her temples, bewildered by how quickly her comrades could formulate bad ideas. The alien was newly born and not very intelligent, the complex maze of plumbing pipes was sure to confuse if for the next few hours. She activated her visor and pulled up a map of the ship. Glowing red lines drew a blueprint of every room in the Sarapatra.

"Everyone follow me to Engineering," Leanne said, "I have a plan...I think."

"Fine," Reynami said. "But you need to let Ania shake her ass. Trust me, Asses workses... Uh... I mean... Asseses workeses... Workeseses... You know what I mean!"

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Leanne told her comrades to meet her in engineering so naturally, they didn't show up. The childish elf princess shook her fists in dismay, "Poo on you Reynami! Poo on you Ania!"

The unfriendly bowls of Engineering were a cavernous, ugly sight with rusty metal piles running the walls like noodles. The copious smell of oil saturated the air. Crude switches and levels controlled the few luxuries the Sarapatra had to offer – including the toilets. Leanne danced from lever to lever like a pianist, draining all of the ship's water into the onboard septic tank and stopping new water from being drawn from the reservoir located on the bottom of the ship. They were 5 hours away from the nearest space station, they could replenish water there.

The blonde elf princess let out a frustrated sigh. She was willing to bet her kingdom's entire fortune that she and the other Seraphim Girls would fail to protect the ship like they always did, the pesky critter would surely impregnate every woman on board. And then Margaret would lose her shit, Leanne imagined her as a very angry pregger.

Something dripped from the pipes above her head. It was a slimy liquid that drizzled down her hair and onto her exposed cleavage. From there, it gently slithered into her tight space leotard, covering her sensitive elf flesh like a second skin.

"Ew..." she murmured. Engineering was a filthy place.

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Leanne's boots clicked against the steel floor as she made her way topside. When she found Reynami and Ania, she'd wag her finger at them for being so lazy. And then, she'd tied their hands together and finger fuck them until they passed out.

She came to a halt, where did that idea come from?

Her whole body felt hot and sensitive, when she walked, her pussy rubbed against the fabric of her leotard, making her vulva swell and throb. She looked down at her crotch and heard her mound of Venus go squish with every step she took. Warm honey seeped from out the sides of her leotard and down her thighs, glistening in the light.

The slime that had dripped into Leanne's suit felt tingly-warm and filled her head with un-ladylike thoughts of sex. Her cheeks turned red and beads of sweat dripped down her temples. It was at that moment she realized how slimy the alien Ariel birthed looked.

"That little poop-head!" she shouted. Aphrodisiac slime - how unoriginal.

Leanne bit her lip and resisted the urge to fondle herself. She rubbed her thighs together and applied pressure to her vulva, trying to get at least a little relief.

Her radio headset crackled, "Your Highness? It's Margaret. I have an important inquiry for you."

"Y-Yes?"

"I just took a pee. There's no water in my toilet. Am I going insane?"

"No, no – we've got a s-slight problem with the, ah...p-plumbing so I ordered Engineering to turn off the water."

Before she knew it, Leanne was rubbing her cunt with her fingers. Rich, thick pussy juice seeped out the sides of her leotard and splashed to the floor. Her whole body ached and quivered.

"Are you okay?" Margaret asked, "You sound funny."

"I-I'm fine!" Leanne cried, using her left hand to stop her right hand from rubbing her private parts. "I've got everything under control, d-don't worry."

"I DO worry. Get up here and tell me what's wrong with the plumbing."

"I will! I'll come up there once my shift ends." Leanne pulled aside her leotard and pinched her gooey cunt lips, sending waves of pleasure through her body, "I'll cum up there so hard I'll pee myself!"

"...Excuse me?"

"I-I'll be there in a moment! Over and out!"

Leanne chewed the side of her mouth in order to keep her lustful brain occupied. There were men all over Engineering and a few had already pinched her ass, if they knew she was hot and horny they'd rape her until dawn. She staggered off to a secluded area, stiffly walking like a windup toy with no leg joints. Someone as pure and innocent as her couldn't be seen masturbating in public.

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There was a small janitor closet that stank of wet mops and mold. It was good enough for Leanne, she got in and locked the door. She fell to her knees and stuffed her hands into her leotard. Her red genitals were swollen and hot to the touch, glistening with gooey love honey; her sweaty hair hung damply over her eyes. If she took another step, she'd climax for sure, she needed to surrender to lust here and now.

With a dirty cleaning rag, she started to wipe all the alien slime off her skin. She unzipped the front of her uniform and cleaned off her heaving milk-sacks. It didn't work, all she did was spread the slime around even more. To make matters worse, she couldn't clean off her pussy without touching her clit, she caught the tip of the engorged love button every time she tried to wipe away the slime around it.