Trannies in Space

"She'd probably enjoy that last part, so let's pass." Dekker said, though he didn't feel quite like joking.

"You two flatter me, but my ship will know if I don't return. So don't think about it." Yarona said. "Here's your wife now."

She thoughtfully moved away so Dekker could see. After a moment, he nodded and indicated for Lulu to take a look.

The fuckbot sat on his lap, perfectly rounded ass covered with synthetic skin pressing against his crotch. She didn't know any better and was simply obeying her programming, even at this tense moment. Yarona grinned at Dekker, catching his eye. She playfully batted around Lulu's chain with her hand until he shooed it away.

"What's the plan?"

"We have to record the sale. And then all bets are off. Any way you can get your wife onto your ship is fine by me, even killing a few of these scum." Yarona said sweetly. "But it's not my concern, Captain. Once my mission is completed I'll be leaving this rock with or without you."

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Kirresah was cold, one of the coldest worlds Arela had ever been on. And she was naked. She could feel shivers wracking her body, making her involuntarily move and her chains rattle. Even the collar was cold against her neck. She curled up instinctively against Bekki, who grunted in annoyance but didn't move.

"Fine," Pash was saying to the Kirresahan. "Pay us and let us get out of this cold."

Arela glanced up from curling under Bekki's arm. She'd seen a Kirresahan a time or two before, but only on their refrigeration suits. This one was only wearing a kind of loincloth and a strap across its barrel chest with little snap compartments. It looked like one of the apes from Lulu's fairy tale book, an old, fearsome human looking creature from legends. But it's fur was white, not brown, and it didn't have a smooth patch of skin on its chest or face. Instead, bone stood out from the white hair. It's face and eye bones clattered together as it spoke and blinked. It was shorter than her, but squat and muscular and thick through the chest, shoulders, and hips. It looked plenty tough. She knew it was only their needing bulky, power hungry suits that kept Kirresahans from joining pirate or freighter crews and rarely being seen off world. Normally accustomed to and indifferent to aliens, Arela stared at the being in rapt fascination.