The Furies

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Colleen Thomas
Colleen Thomas
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When she opened the door to her small apartment in the city she heard the shower going. Knowing only Leia had a key, she quietly disrobed and slipped into the small bathroom. She leaned against the basin and just stared, with a happy grin on her face.

Leia's long red hair was almost black when it was wet and she looked very much like a brunette at that moment. Water sheeted off her head and rolled down her back, splitting into two rivulets at the rise of her ass and rolling off her generous hips.

Her legs were parted and Mindy couldn't help but gaze into the dark cleft between them.

"Ohmigod!" Leia exclaimed when she felt eyes upon her and turned suddenly.

"Sorry baby," Mindy said with a grin.

"No, you aren't. You do this every time I come over," she pouted.

"I'll make it up to you," Mindy said, sliding into the shower with her and enjoying the hot spray.

She slipped her arms around her shorter lover and cupped her breasts. Mindy loved the satiny feel of Leia's skin and the water made it slippery. The tall blonde mashed her generous tits together as she ground her pelvis into Leia's plump ass.

The redhead giggled and plopped a bar of soap and wash cloth into her hands.

"If you're going to take liberties, you might as well soap me up," she teased.

Mindy smiled and went to work, thoroughly soaping up her soft breasts and flat tummy, before delving between her legs. She kept her hands firm as she knelt and did each leg. There was a sensual element to showering together, but Mindy never let it get to her. She washed each millimeter of her lover's skin tenderly but thoroughly, overkilling if she thought she might have missed even a spot.

She would never forget the first time her little angel came in from work and they showered together, the water had turned an oily scummy black as it ran down her body. Leia worked with the big ships' engines and she picked up all kinds of toxic materials during a twelve hour shift. The soap was special, carrying no scent, but made specifically to neutralize and remove any toxin.

Once they were done they both rinsed off and climbed out of the shower. Leia wrapped a towel around her head and another around her body before padding into the bedroom. Mindy followed admiring her lover's backside. A day together this early was rare and Mindy wondered if dinner wouldn't be appropriate. She wasn't hungry, well, not for food anyway, but she didn't want to seem like she was only interested in sex.

Leia dropped the towel, climbed onto the bed and pulled a pillow out from under the sheets. She slid it under her ass, lay back and spread her legs. With her fingertips she opened her flower, exposing the soft inner folds.

"Don't just stand there looking edible, we only have fourteen hours before I have to get back," she said with an impish grin.

This was the very thing about Leia that Mindy was so enchanted with. She was so shy, so very proper and ladylike, but then she would do something like this and just blow the thin instructor's mind. Mindy no longer tried to understand it, she just enjoyed it. Moving to the nightstand she retrieved her harness and buckled it on. She then crawled between her lover's legs and kissed her inner thigh.

Leia moaned softly and tangled her hands in Mindy's short blonde hair. She tried to guide her lips to her clit, but Mindy was having none of it. She kissed and licked the redhead's inner thighs unhurriedly, alternating from one to the other and her hands snaked up the girl's sides and began to knead her breasts. Another soft moan set the blonde's blood on fire, but she wouldn't be hurried.

The fat nipples hardened and the aureoles puckered, allowing her to capture one between each thumb and forefinger and gently roll them. She kissed around the fleshy mound of her lover's pussy, thrilling when the faint musky odor became stronger and Leia's hips began to jog. The scent of Leia's arousal mixed with her own as the redhead's lips became puffy and slick. Only then did Mindy begin to tongue them, using the tip of her tongue to outline her lover's sex.

Leia gasped and her body arched, trying to force herself up and into more firm contact with Mindy's warm mouth. The blonde took the hint and flattened her tongue, running it up her girl's slit, between the puffy lips and over the hard pebble of her clit. She latched onto the erect pebble and laved it with her tongue as one hand abandoned Leia's breast and slipped to her entrance.

Mindy used an aggressive cock, and enjoyed filling her girl completely, but despite this, Leia remained extremely tight. Mindy gingerly worked a finger into her, thrilling to the massage the silken glove was giving her finger. She intensified her lashing of Leia's clit and smiled happily when she shuddered and her internal muscles clamped down on the intruding finger. Her hips jogged and she wailed as her orgasm washed over her.

Mindy rode out the thrashing, staying glued to her clit, but as soon as she calmed, the blonde moved up her body and captured her lips. Leia kissed back passionately, her hands moving between them to grasp Mindy's cock and bring it to her entrance. The blonde eased herself down, enjoying the sensation as the fat head met resistance and forced the base back onto her own clitoral hood.

Slowly the big cock sank into Leia's passage, until it was all the way in and Mindy's mound rested on her lover's. She began to work her hips then, slowly and languidly fucking her little lover. As Leia's passion was reignited she began to moan and raise her hips to meet each thrust. Mindy felt herself tensing and felt the knot of desire in her tummy. When Leia wrapped her legs around Mindy's thighs and sank her nails into the sensitive skin of her ass, the blonde bit her lip. When she began to pull Mindy into her with each thrust she groaned and lost it, smashing her hips into her lover's in a paroxysm that soon had them both orgasming hard.

Mindy's hit her like a ton of bricks, shooting up from her pussy to her head and exploding in starburst behind her tightly closed eyes. The waves were thick and heady, each one carrying her higher and higher, until at last she felt herself floating down on a cloud of euphoria.

As the pleasure faded and her sanity returned Mindy rolled off her partner. Leia caught her head and guided it to her breast. Content, sated, and now very sleepy, Mindy suckled as her lover stroked the skin of her face.

***

Rebel was staring at Holly's tits again. She couldn't quite explain her fixation, but she had to admit they were nice to watch with no explanation. A week into the zero-g workouts and she was already seeing the results.

They were all leaner, suppler, and their stamina had increased dramatically. The obvious changes weren't the main thing though. Rebel had gained a remarkable degree of control over her vaginal and abdominal muscles. The muscles in her thighs and ass were more pronounced as well. All of this was seemingly secondary, but their course work had given her insight that this, and not the overall suppleness and tone, was the main objective.

The fighters pulled tremendous G-forces. All pilots wore a compensator flight suit that was filled with liquid. The suit would automatically fill, compressing her lower extremities and forcing blood to her chest during high G maneuvers, but it wasn't always enough. With some effort she could now tighten her muscles voluntarily and restrict blood flow. The techniques weren't meant to replace the flight suit, but to compliment its abilities and help prevent black outs and red outs.

Along with course work came unarmed combat training, but the zero-g workout still took up their morning. Class work was being cut to two hours so they could get a full workout in the afternoon as well.

Rebecca excelled at the physical, but her course work was borderline at best. After the first couple of days, her frustration with her limited ability to read and write had reached the boiling point.

The horrors of basic training had been double for her, as a remedial course in Terran standard had been added to her daily load, cutting into her already abbreviated sleep time. The standard course hadn't prepared her at all for this course work, with its jargon and big words. Her mind could grasp the concepts, but repeating them on paper proved difficult at best.

She had been up against a wall, fearing she would fail, when a strange thing happened. It began with Lou, sitting up all evening and "studying" with her. It took her a couple of days to realize the beautiful country girl wasn't really studying, but was teaching. Cloudy joined in and then Holly. Without a word, without a single incentive that she could see, her flight mates took turns giving up their evenings to help her through.

It was humbling, but at the same time awe inspiring. All she had learned on Taltos was proven to be wrong. Friends weren't a liability, they were the greatest asset you could have.

She would have felt shamed, but she was able to repay them with help where they were weak. Holly and Lou were both struggling with unarmed combat. Rebel had started taking them to the gym after hours and working with them. They would never be dangerous opponents, but with her help, they were both scoring high enough to pass.

Cloudy was the exception, she seemed to have no weaknesses. Her course work was top notch and she was easily as physically gifted as Rebel was. Rebel watched her often, paid attention when she was talking and had slowly developed a great respect for the tall girl's sense of right and wrong.

A lot of things had changed for the ex-thief. An appreciation of feminine beauty was one. She found herself watching her fellows and appreciating their beauty, grace, softness and more. She was growing too, learning a great deal about interpersonal relationships and the value of friends. The real change was in her mindset, though. She didn't realize it, but every day she was less the outsider, less the lone wolf. The process was slow, but every day lessened the anger and rage that she carried inside.

Of course, watching her roommate's tits was embarrassing, especially when Holly caught her at it and winked. Yet the blonde never mentioned it or let on she knew Rebel was checking her out. That was something else she was learning about friends. Letting them know the real you wasn't a bad thing. Secrets were not ammunition to be used against you later. They could be fun, something shared and enjoyed. The revelations just kept coming.

***

"Welcome, ladies, to Combat Flying 101," Lucky said.

There were sixteen of them there, the first time since they had separated into flights that they had had any contact with the other trainees. Standing in a loose group on the flight deck, next to a sleek fighter, it was the first time any of them really felt like they were doing something real.

"This is our old friend, the RFD Mk. IV Condor trainer. She's a two seater, with dual controls. The instructor in the back can take over at any time for safety's sake. These fighters are not as powerful or as fast as the Mk III Ghostdogs or Mk VII Swallows that most units are equipped with, but they are plenty to learn on."

Cloudy examined the machine with interest, but didn't tune the beautiful instructor out.

"Today we are just going to take each of you up for a little joyride. I'll be taking Black flight and the Bandits. Surfer will take the Rowdies and the Witches."

Once the two groups separated, a tech took each woman to a locker room and helped them into the form fitting flight suit. They had all been measured before flight training began. Cloudy's suit was black, although she had been offered a choice of colors. She was the first one fitted and returned to the flight deck to wait for the others. Lucky was wearing her suit already. It was a deep aquamarine color and seemed painted on, with only the hoses detracting from the image of a mermaid with legs. Cloudy could easily see the outline of Lucky's pussy and was sure her suit made hers look just as prominent.

"Climb in Cloud Warrior, the tech will help you get settled."

The seat was deep and heavily padded, she had to adjust it to make sure her feet hit the pedals correctly. The tech, a girl named Maria, attached the hoses and powered up the console. Cloudy felt the cool liquid as it filled her suit, making it almost uncomfortably tight in seconds. The tech put her helmet on and attached more cables. When the HUD superimposed itself on her view plate Cloudy started, but relaxed immediately. The tech held up a hand, with one thumb up and Cloudy mimicked her.

"Ready to go, Cloud Princess?" Lucky's voice purred in her ear.

"Yes."

"Hold on to your ass then," Lucky said as she taxied the fighter across the bay and into the catapult chute. Techs quickly attached cables to the launcher and gave them a thumbs up.

"I want you to relax, this is a little hard on you first time out."

"Okay."

Lucky depressed the launch button and the hydraulics fired, accelerating the craft to launch speed in microseconds. Cloudy was thrown back into the deeply padded seat and felt her suit squeeze her like a deranged anaconda. In the blink of an eye they were out in space and the ship's engines fired.

"You all right?"

"I think I know how a bullet feels," Cloudy replied.

Lucky chuckled as she brought the ship into the first training course. The turns were easy and Lucky expertly maneuvered the ship. Cloudy watched the stars, felt the motion, the forces and found herself mesmerized.

"Don't usually do this, but you want to try the controls?"

"Can I?"

"Yeah, let me go off preflight. Don't tell anyone. I normally don't do this, but you seem miles ahead of your classmates, so I'll risk it. Hands on throttle and yoke. She's all yours in three, two, one."

Cloudy eased the throttle forward, feeling the g forces push her back into the seat as the sleek warbird accelerated. A slight adjustment on the stick and she broke to starboard.

"What do you think?"

"It's not bad. The controls are touchy," Cloudy replied as she made an adjustment to get the fighter back on course.

"This is nothing, girl. On a Ghostdog interceptor that little nudge you gave would have put you into a roll."

Lucky let her work the ship through the course for a few minutes.

"Guess I better take her back and take you in."

"Thanks."

Lucky reassumed control and turned the ship into the control pattern, lining her up on the ship's outboard landing bay.

Cloudy was silent, watching intently and realizing she had found her calling.

"Landings are the toughest part, you see the blinking lights?"

"Yes."

"You just line up on them and bring her in. Put your hands on the controls if you want, they are locked out as long as I am using mine."

Cloudy did so and felt the throttle easing back and the yoke making constant minute adjustments. The rudder pedal under her feet moved and a red light snapped on as Lucky deployed the flaps.

"Flaps won't help in space, but the moment you pass the Z barrier and enter the atmosphere in the landing bay, they will slow you."

When the ship touched down it was smooth as silk and Lucky taxied back to where her classmates were waiting.

***

Alarms screamed, the stars rotated violently, and the g forces pressed Lou back into the padded seat.

"Bollocks!" she exclaimed, punching several buttons and jamming her foot down on the tail rudder petal. The ship continued to spin, increasing the Gs, until her hands were forced back to her body and she couldn't move them. The planet was rising to meet her, filling the view port and she felt like she would pass out as her vision began to go red.

The motions stopped, alarms went silent, the screens went dark and the star field and planets faded, leaving her panting and staring at gray walls.

"Fuck me," she panted.

Lucky stood next to the cockpit, staring at her. Lou was apprehensive, removing her helmet and looking up at the instructor. Lucky's face was grave and Lou started to worry, until she realized the tall woman was fighting back a grin.

The dark headed trainee smiled tentatively and Lucky chuckled while shaking her head.

"Bollocks?"

"It means bullshit," she said, blushing slightly.

The busty instructor burst out laughing before climbing into the simulator behind the startled trainee.

"Nina, take it back up," she called.

Lou felt Lucky's full breasts in her back and shivered when the instructor's fingers closed over her hands on the controls.

The star field faded back into existence and the lights came back up on the control panel.

"This isn't hard," Lucky whispered in her ear.

Lou shivered, feeling an unfamiliar, yet familiar stirring in her tummy.

"Left hand is thrust. Ease it forward to increase, back to decrease," she said, slowly moving the control forward then back.

"I understand that, it's the other little thingy that's not cooperating."

"The yoke?"

"Yes, that's it. Term slipped my mind, the yoke."

Lucky's next question shocked the country girl.

"Ever give a guy a hand job?"

"Erm, well, once," Lou stammered.

"Same concept. It's sensitive, so be gentle. Which ever way you move it, the ship is going the opposite way. Just like if you pull down on his cock, a fellow will stand on tip toe."

As she spoke, Lucky gently moved the yoke back, causing the nose to rise.

"No need to be rough with it. In fact the more severe you are, the less likely it is to do what you want, just like with a guy."

"So, um, just move it slowly?"

"Not slowly, gently, there is a difference."

"What's that?"

Lucky's hands left the controls and cupped Lou's generous breasts, causing her to gasp. Those hands began to gently, but firmly, knead the sensitive orbs. When her nipples hardened Lucky captured each between thumb and forefinger and began to gently, but quickly, squeeze them.

"Gentle, but not slow," she whispered, nipping the startled girl's ear.

"Oh my!"

"Indeed. If you are having trouble with thrust just let me know, I'll give you a private demonstration in my room," Lucky whispered before shouting for the tech to bring the sim down.

***

Lou stood outside the door to Lucky's room and chewed on her lower lip. She knew she shouldn't be here, if Tucker caught her he would go ape shit, but the itch between her legs wouldn't be stilled. She had tried masturbating, cold showers, even black coffee, which only made her gag. At the oddest times she would feel Lucky's hands on her breasts again, and she was forever staring at the tall instructor's crotch in her tight flight suit.

Tonight had been the last straw, waking up to find Holly gently masturbating, just a few feet from her. She had feigned sleep, but the blonde had been so hot she had found herself wet and wanting. Now she stood here, indecisive. What if the invitation had just been a joke? She would really feel foolish.

Screwing up her courage, she gently rapped on the door. A few moments later it opened and a sleepy Lucky, wearing only a long tunic top, was staring at her.

"What's up?" she asked by way of greeting.

"I…erm…that is…I was wondering if I could get that lesson in thrust!" she blurted out, blushing furiously.

Lucky poked her head out, looked left and right, then grabbed her by the arm and jerked her into the room. Her quarters were larger than the one Lou shared with the rest of her flight. There was a big bed and a private bathroom, as well as a kitchenette and small living room.

Lucky turned her back and walked into the kitchen, her bare ass plainly visible beneath the hem of the shirt. She came back and handed Lou a tumbler.

"Drink it," she ordered.

Colleen Thomas
Colleen Thomas
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