Crash Landing on Paradise Pt. 2 (Original) (Patreon)

Themes: Sci-Fi, Consensual, Breeding, Fucked Silly

Word Count: 2,680

Summary: Andrew is the 'Man' of the Crew now. Not exactly Captain... but he's a prime male specimen in close living space with some horny, absolutely gorgeous women. What do you THINK is going to happen?

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Andrew immediately knew something was off, when he walked into the half-functioning medlab to find the ship’s doctor seated on an examination table with her long, smooth, creamy legs crossed and completely exposed, her lab coat spread wide open as she plants her palms on the exam table to either side of her.

This has the added effect of pushing out the buxom, voluptuous red head’s full chest. The cure that she’d administered to all of them with the help of the blonde Science Officer had left everyone in peak physical condition… which meant Andrew was surrounded by absolutely gorgeous babes twenty-four-seven, two of which were his own family.

But the doctor wasn’t…

“U-um… Doctor? You wanted to see me for a routine check-up?”

A slow smile spreads across the red head’s face, and she uncrosses her legs for a moment, before recrossing them the opposite direction. Andrew’s eyes are naturally drawn downward, and he’s not sure if what he thinks he saw was accurate… but if it was, the woman is NOT wearing panties.

“That’s right Andrew. Why don’t you come over here and hop up next to me, hm? We’ll check your pulse.”

Swallowing thickly, the young man, built now like a modern-day Adonis, but not quite comfortable enough in his body to mentally feel like one, shuffles over and does as he’s told, accepting the doctor’s orders and hopping up onto the examination table as well. The metal creaks just a bit under their combined weight, and the red head giggles as she begins to check him over with her equipment, pressing the cold end of her stethoscope to his chest.

“Mm, you’re a big, strong young man, aren’t you Andrew?”

“… Um… thank you, doctor?”

He’s blushing hard now, and it doesn’t get any better when the red head lifts her gaze and makes eye contact with him, her smile growing wider still.

“Andrew… why don’t you call me by my first name, hm? Call me Ashley. There’s really no need for formality around here anymore, now is there?”

He couldn’t really argue with that, now could he? Slowly, Andrew nods, even as the good doctor continues with her examination.

“I suppose… I guess you’re right, A-Ashley.”

Grinning, Ashley finishes up and hangs her stethoscope around her neck. Then, she hops off of the exam table, places her hands right atop Andrew’s legs, and leans up to kiss him, right on the lips. The young man’s eyes go wide at that, but he’s still a hormonal teenager, even if he has the body of an ancient Greek god. There’s no moment where Andrew considers pulling away. Instead, he reaches out and takes hold of Ashley’s face directly as he leans in and kisses the mature, older woman right back, his tongue slipping between her full, pouty lips with ease.

Moaning wantonly, the crimson-haired doctor slumps forward onto him, her chest pressing against his abdomen, her own abdomen sliding up against his crotch. She grinds against his body, and Andrew grunts as his cock immediately begins to bulge out of his fairly tight jumpsuit. He’d already been struggling to hold back his erection before she’d made this move… now though, the young man outright gives up on doing any such thing.

It's not surprise when Ashley finally pulls away from him, only to grab at the zipper of his jump suit. Down it goes, sliding all the way from his neck to his navel, and Andrew grunts when her hands fish into his boxers a moment later. The good doctor lets out a triumphant ‘aha!’ as she pulls his cock from its tight confines, and Andrew groans as her hands immediately go to work on stroking him off.

It feels good, of course it does… and when she then moves down and takes the tip of his member inside of her mouth, the well-built, well-hung young man sees no reason not to let her. A hand falls atop Ashley’s head, and she pauses for a moment to look up at him from beneath it. Whatever she sees in his eyes, be it hunger, lust, or approval, seems to spur her on, and before Andrew knows it, the red head is bobbing up and down on his cock with enthusiastic gusto.

She’s not TOO much older than him, but she has at least a decade more of life experience than he does. And it shows, in the way she practically inhales his cock down her throat, gagging herself a bit in her eagerness to suck him off. Tears form in the corners of her eyes, but Andrew isn’t forcing her to do anything, even as she aims to take every last inch of his shaft down her esophagus.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

In a way, he’s just watching it all happen as some sort of VERY involved spectator, sitting there on the exam table, his fingers ghosting through her silken, soft hair, and his hard shaft pulsating and throbbing inside of her tightening, spasming throat as she chokes on his dick over and over again. It feels good, of course. It feels better than good, it feels RIGHT. Something about this, something about having the delicious doctor servicing him… it just clicked. He loved it, and with that realization came his abrupt and forceful release.

“S-Shit! Cumming!”

His warning comes in time for Ashley to pull back just far enough to hold his cockhead right between her lips. Said lips suction down on his dick tip with a force that has Andrew groaning, his head thrown back even as Ashley’s tongue swirls around the bit of his member still in her mouth. He cums, and his seed fills her mouth to the brim, her cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk as she takes every last drop of his load, and then some. 

A bit of cum slips from her lips, but when he’s done, Ashley is quick to pull back off his cock and close her mouth altogether. He watches in some surprise and more than a little confusion as the red head fast-walks across the room, to an open container. Then, he watches as she slowly lets his entire load of white, hot, sticky seed spill from between her lips down into the container. It fills it up, and even then there’s leftovers, leftovers that he gets to see her swallow, much to his twitching, turgid cock’s delight.

Ashley runs a finger along her lips to collect the cum which had slipped free of her mouth, and then she sucks that finger clean in quite the erotic manner, before ultimately screwing a lid onto the glass container now holding a fresh load of his semen. Brow furrowed, Andrew frowns slightly as the crimson-haired doctor proceeds to ignore him in favor of cataloging her new prize.

“… Ashley?”

As if startled that he’s still there, the red head spins around and blinks owlishly for a moment, before giving him a wide, sultry smile.

“Ah, thank you for your help Andrew. You can go now; the check-up is over. You’re in perfect health.”

“W-What?”

Ashley’s eyes move down to his cock, still hanging out of his open jumpsuit, and slowly rising back to full attention. A wide, wicked smile begins to spread across her face, before she seems to remember herself. She shakes her head and looks back into his eyes.

“You should go speak with Jacqueline next, Andrew dear. She has an urgent need to… engage with you.”

Her tone is suggestive, and Andrew flushes at the thought of the absolutely cougar of a Science Officer ‘engaging’ with him. It’s obvious that he’s not going to get anything more from Ashley right now, and the young man, while horny… just isn’t the kind of guy to try and rape someone. Beyond that, Andrew doesn’t quite get the signals Ashley is trying to send him at the moment… the ones that practically blare at him to walk over there, bend her over her desk, and fuck her hard to show her where she belongs.

He’s just not quite at a place where he can discern that kind of ‘message’ yet. So, in the end, Andrew just nods shyly, tucks his half-hard cock back in his boxers, zips his jumpsuit back up as well, and leaves the half-functional medlab behind. He heads right down the hall to the research lab, opening the door to find that, unlike Ashley, Jacqueline is not simply waiting for him in a slutty, sexy pose. Instead, the blonde is bent over a workbench, working on something that looks rather delicate.

Andrew waits patiently, taking in the lab for a long moment, and then Jacqueline herself as well. The Science Officer is not just a Science Officer, at least not anymore. And if the stories she’d told them were true, she wasn’t before this posting either. The woman was dressed in a dirty, grungy tank top and some undone overalls, and she looked more like a mechanic than a scientist or researcher at this point.

But then, her lab looked more like a workshop at this point too. It was simply the nature of their new existence. Jacqueline had gone from Science Officer to Mechanic, Engineer, and Researcher in a day, and she’d done a bang-up job of it too. Without her knowledge, they’d ALL have died by this point, after all. Even though she’d probably been the oldest member of the crew before the crash, the cure had left the blonde cougar as peak as the rest of them. The woman was gorgeous, but then, all of the women were now.

Still, Andrew couldn’t help but stare, even as he waited for Jacqueline to finish up what she was doing. When she finally did and turned around to see him standing there, he startled, as if caught in the cookie jar… didn’t stop his eyes from being drawn to her sizable chest, straining against the tight tank top she was wearing though.

Jacqueline’s eyes light up though, rather than narrowing in condemnation, and the blonde cougar hops off of her work stool as she smiles brightly.

“Oh good, Andrew, you’re here! Come, come!”

She gestures for him to follow her into another part of the fairly packed lab-turned-workshop. Practically half of the ship’s broken components and equipment was in here, and Jacqueline was doing her damnedest to fix every bit of it. Perhaps that was why she needed him, and it wasn’t anything like Ashley had made it sound.

“U-Uh, Ma’am… the doctor said you needed my help with something?”

“That’s right. Right over here boy. This should do just fine.”

Andrew follows the Science Officer, right over to a fairly clean workbench. He stops dead however when Jacqueline pulls her already half-undone overalls down even further, right over her shapely, fat ass, showing off her cute, lacy panties. Those go down a moment later as well, and then the blonde cougar is spreading her legs right in front of him, planting a palm on the workbench before herself, while placing a hand down her front at the same time, two fingers sliding into her pussy with a squelching sound.

“Come here and fuck me Andrew, won’t you please? Got an itch deep in my cunt that I can’t quite reach.”

He chokes on his own spit. He’s not ashamed to admit that, as he stands there with his cock straining harshly against the inside of his jumpsuit once again.

“W-What?!”

Looking back over her shoulder at him, Jacqueline’s eyes eventually fall to his crotch, and she smiles knowingly. Blushing at being caught out, Andrew ducks his head… and ultimately complies. His zipper comes down again, this time of his own accord, and his cock is pulled from his boxers, even as he walks forward. His hesitance is obvious though, and Jacqueline rolls her eyes at him, even as she spreads her pussy lips apart with two fingers.

“C’mon boy, right here. Fuck me damn it. I know you only got head from that prudish red head in medical. We discussed our plans. You’ll be raring for some actual pussy, so just go ahead and take out your frustrations on me.”

Andrew furrows his brow at that but in the end he does as he’s told. His cock slips inside of Jacqueline’s pussy, and the beautiful older woman moans wantonly as she feels him sink deep, DEEP into her. Still, even as he grabs hold of her hips and starts to fuck her, he can’t just let her statement lie without investigating.

“Plans? What plans?”

Jacqueline looks back over her shoulder again, even as she rests herself on one hand and one elbow. There’s a satisfied gleam in her eye and a wide, lustful grin on her face as he rocks her into the sturdy workbench she’s bent over again and again.

“Mm, you just might have the best cock I’ve ever taken, boy. Need some practice, but once you’ve got some notches on your belt… well, sky’s the limit. As for our plans… did you think we’d all be happy to just die here, be it of old age or worse? No, that doctor and I came to the same conclusion… we’re getting pregnant and we’re having babies, one way or another. Given you’re the only donor… well, this is where we are now.”

Andrew takes this in slowly, surprisingly capable of understanding exactly what she’s saying. He is the only male left alive after all. Swallowing thickly, he can’t help but be confused by something else though.

“You… you called Ashley a prude… but she just inhaled my cock so hard I came in like, ten minutes flat. What about that is prudish?”

Snickering, the blonde cougar begins to bounce her hips back into his powerful thrusts, and Andrew finds himself getting more and more into it as time goes on, even as she answers his question.

“The doctor’s a virgin, boy. She’s afraid of your big, hard cock. You might have thought she was skilled when she blew you, but that’s likely because you don’t have much experience in that category yourself. You mistook skill for enthusiasm… and maybe a bit of talent. She sucked you off so she wouldn’t have to take an injection from your massive pecker directly… now she’s going to use the seed she got from you to fill her womb up with your cum. I couldn’t be bothered to wait though.”

That… that explained a lot, he supposed. Andrew can’t find the words to respond to the beautiful blonde cougar, so instead he settles for fucking her to the best of his ability. As it turns out, the best of his ability is mind-blowing and pleasure coma-inducing, because by the time he’s done, Andrew has to carry Jacqueline over to the cot on the far side of the lab-turned-workshop, laying the cum-stuffed blonde down on the cot, Andrew just stares for a moment at her delirious, fucked-silly face.

It makes him feel… strange, to say the least. Swallowing hard, Andrew puts his clothes back together and walks away. Now he knew… now he knew that both Ashley and Jacqueline wanted kids. And honestly, the young man didn’t mind giving them kids. 

… It was his mother and his sister he was worried about. They wouldn’t… surely they didn’t want that kind of thing, right? Blushing profusely, Andrew has to adjust himself as he walks down the empty corridor of the crashed ship-turned-habitat. Shamefully enough, he’s not exactly sure he would mind giving his female family members children either, if they asked him… or even if they didn’t ask and just demanded it of him.

His mother… his sister… they were just as beautiful as Ashley and Jacqueline by this point. And it was just them, now. The five of them, left on a planet that they didn’t understand, full of dangers that HE would need to protect his women from, and-… Andrew swallows thickly as he realizes he just used ‘his women’.

Just what’s getting into him, truly?