WIP Naughty Futa Captain 2 (Patreon)

I started writing the Patreon reward story for July, the second part of the Futa-Captain's naughty adventures. This should be out in a week or so, but here's a sneak preview of the fun to be had as Captain Breyna beams over to the alien ship full of busty, blonde clones of each other!

This is a ROUGH draft. 

Futa Captain's Sultry Mission

Breyna rolled her eyes. “It'll be fine. She worries too much.” The futa-captain squeezed her two identical companion's rears. “So, shall we start with the bedroom.”

Monia gave a wicked laugh. “Oh, you're as naughty as your reputation, Captain Breyna.”

“Just Breyna to beauties like you.”

“Maybe we should end at the bedroom, Breyna,” Sonia burred, resting on the futa-captain's rear. She gave a quick squeeze. “Else you might never get to see the rest of our ship.”

“Afraid I'll get distracted by your hospitality?”

Sonia just giggled while Konia had a satisfied smirk on her face. “Don't worry, Breyna. We'll show you to your quarters. We made sure the bed was...spacious.”

“And they say your people don't know how to conduct diplomacy.”

Konia turned. “That's our leaders. They aren't as...appealing as us.”

“They just use us,” moaned Sonia, her hand massaging my ass, her twin pigtails so fetching, making her like the younger sister to the other two. Does them being clones make it incest if they have sex?

The kinky taboo possibilities made her dick hard.

They left the teleprinting room and entered the engineering section of the hull. Breyna's eyes moved as she fondled the two clones' asses, loving how plump and pliant they felt, the way both girls cooed and giggled.

“Here's our negative mass drive core,” Konia said, pointing down the hallway her hips swaying back and forth as she walked, making her ass do delicious things against the tight fabric of her bodysuit. “That's where the problem is. We don't know what happened. We just fell out the negative and were stranded. It'll take centuries at sublight speeds to reach any safe harbor.”

“And we didn't want to call our own people,” Sonia whimpered. “They'd just punish us for trying to escape.”

“My mistress was so cruel. She made me eat her pussy for hours at a time,” Monia groaned, her body pressed do tight against Breyna. Her hand stroked up and down the Futanari's body, distracting tingles racing down to her cock.

Focusing on the tour grew difficult as Monia's delicate fingers rubbed at the tip of the futa-captain's hard cock bulging her uniform. Monia circled the swollen crown, pressing the stretch material into the sensitive crown. Ripples of delight shot down her shaft to her pussy. More juices dribbled down her thighs.

“My master would shove a thick butt plug up my ass and shock me,” Sonia groaned, practically humping her pussy against Breyna's booted thighs as they walked, the fabric outlining her pussy perfectly, growing dark with excitement. “Isn't that so mean.”

“So mean,” groaned Breyna. “Slavery is illegal in the empire, even from those made artificially. You can only have butt plugs shoved up your ass if you want to. Or other things.”

“Like this?” Monia asked, her fingers tightening on the futa-captain's dick.

“Oh, yes, just like that.”

“The residential part of the ship is between engineering and the bridge,” Konia was saying as they entered a lift. 

“You have your artificial gravity pointing to the stern of the ship?” Breyna asked, pleasure rippling through her body.

“Of course, where else would it point?” blinked Konia. 

“We have ours pointing towards the bottom of our ship, not the stern. Like it would be if the ship were sailing through water.”

“How utterly primitive,” Monia gasped. “We build our ships for space, not water.”

“We'll pass the residential deck and show you the bridge,” Konia said. “Though it's not that impressive.”

“Just boring screens,” Sonia said, her fingers working the futa-captain's skirt into the crack of her ass now as if the talk of ass play excited her to experiment. “We should just take her to her quarters, Konia.”

“Yes, Konia,” Monia moaned, her hand now gripping Breyna's cock. “This is boring.”

“So boring,” Breyna agreed. “But we should do it proper.”

“Fine,” pouted Sonia, her fingers digging deeper into Breyna's butt-crack. The futa-captain shivered as the stretchy fabric of her uniform rubbed on her asshole. I'm going to have fun with these three.

The lift doors opened onto the ship's bridge, populated by more identical clones. Licking her lips, Breyna surveyed the women manning their stations, staring at screens, their big tits all stretching out their bodysuits. It hugged them like a glove.

“So many beautiful women,” Breyna groaned. “Do you all taste the same?”

“You'll just have to find out?” Konia laughed as she walked before them, going through the routine of the tour.

“I guess I will,” Breyna said. “So many different pussies to try. I hope you're all as friendly as Sonia and Monia.”

“Well, we are identical clones,” Sonia breathed into Breyna's ear. Then she licked the futa-captain lobe, antennae brushing her temple. They sucked at her flesh.

Her nipples throbbed, idea bursting in her mind. 

“I hope I have the stamina to help you all,” Breyna groaned. “How many are on board.”

“Thirty-seven,” Konia answered. “We're doing our best, but we're trained to please not to use complex systems.”

“Well, you've done a good job just getting the ship here,” Breyna said. “Plotting the negative isn't easy. Don't sell yourselves short.”

“Thank you, Breyna,” Konia purred, leading them back to the lift.

On the way, the futa-captain winked at the busty clone sitting at communications, not hiding peeking down the alien's blouse and admiring those perfect breasts. Her girl-dick throbbed in Monia's naughty hands.

“Maybe when I'm done with these three,” Breyna purred, “you can show me your station. I'd love to play with your knobs.”

The communication clone beamed, her nipples hard, prominent. “These knobs?” She touched them, twisting them through the fabric. “Do you have any idea how to play with Zornaian controls?”

“I'm a fast learner.”

“And we're going to give her a crash course, Ronia,” Sonia giggled, her finger pressing the material of Breyna's uniform into her asshole.

“Yes, they are,” the futa-captain groaned, her pussy and cock at their limits of teasing. Any more, and she'd stain her uniform.

The moment the lift doors closed. She kissed Sonia on the mouth, turning her head to the left to plant a hot kiss on the alien's lush lips. She tasted sweet, her antennae suction cups sliding around Breyna's forehead. Delicious sensations ran through her body.

Monia nuzzled into Breyna's neck, her hands pulling out the futa-captain's hard dick from beneath her stretchy skirt. She stroked the shaft, her tongue licking up to Breyna's ear to coo, “We haven't had a man on board. We have needs. We're bred and trained to be wet, to be horny.”

Breyna broke the kiss, her dick throbbing in the alien's grip, and grinned, “And I'm better than a man. I stay hard. And I have a pussy.”

“Yes,” Konia purred, pressing into Breyna from the front, her hands caressing the Futanari's thighs. She slid them up, tingles racing towards the space captain's wet pussy. Her snatch clenched. “But we have plenty of those on board.”

“I bet it turns into naughty orgies. Just licking each other's pussies. Must be like making love to yourself.” Breyna licked her lips. “I'd love a demonstration.”

“We could arrange it.” Then Konia claimed Monia's lips in a hot kiss, their identical faces pressed together, like twin sisters kissing. A thrill ran through the space captain at the taboo sight, her dick throbbing. They might as well be twins. That's really all a twin is, a two clones made natural.

Breyna savored the lesbian incest before her, the two alien clones moving their tongues together, sighing with the same breathy sounds. Monia's hand stroked her futa-dick, sending flutters through her body.

“I know,” Sonia whispered in Breyna's ear. “It gets me wet, too.” She pressed her pussy, separated by her body suit, against Breyna's thighs. “Feel.”

Hot juices bled through. “You're going to boil my cock. I'm fucking you first.”

Sonia beamed at the Futanari. And then the doors opened. “We're here.”