Book Excerpt for Xenofestation 4-03

Paragonas Vaunt

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If somebody had told Amber Codrington, back when she'd first considered joining the shadowy Xenoplantation Programme, that within months of arriving she'd be giving a sloppy blowjob to a goblin, while behind her his partner lifted her bottom to get her into position ready to slide his length into her cunt, well, it wasn't that she'd have disbelieved them, since she'd had no real idea what to expect, but she'd have struggled to get her head around the idea. She would have struggled to understand the emotional and physical journey needed to get to that point, that point at the end of a goblin's cock.

Not the act itself, but the willingness to get stuck into doing it.

Amber had expected participation in the Programme to be all about forbearance. About putting up with it, about letting it happen, about allowing some creature she couldn't picture or describe from her earthly perspective stick some tentacle or other into her body, and passively tolerating it while it did whatever it did. Even if it was a little icky, and sometimes a bit uncomfortable, and frankly only incidentally any fun.

Much like fucking block boys back on Terra, her main sexual lexicon up to then, it wasn't about fun. It was more something you were just expected to do, to get over with.

Even when she'd started this series of experiments with the puglets, these lusty green goblins with their throbbing green cocks, her instincts had been more about letting something slightly distasteful but kind of necessary happen, not actively taking part in it.

Not doing what she was doing now, pinning down a goblin and sucking his cock deep into her hungry mouth.

Part of Amber was still sitting back, even now, watching her own behaviour in astonishment, because even as she'd paced her cell the last fuck-free week, even as she'd near-begged the technicians to let her get back to the puglets, even as she'd thought of little else but what was now about to happen, she hadn't pictured herself in such an active, dominant role. Not just letting a puglet put his cock in her mouth but pushing him down onto his back and clamping her mouth onto his cock. Not just allowing herself to be pulled into position to get fucked from behind, but pushing herself upwards to meet the questing hands that now ran over her dungarees and tried to find their way beneath the material.

For perhaps the first time, Amber was going to fuck just as much as get fucked.

Her heart sang, her cunt keened.

In some ways it was exactly what she'd have imagined, if she'd ever taken time to imagine what it might be like if she joined the Programme, before the advertisements for Integrated Neopharm had started to appear in her feed, before she'd applied and been accepted, as formal as if she'd been applying for some regular datacube job. If she'd stopped to think about what it might be like, she might have conjured up little green men with big green cocks, rather than the strange giant flies and mud-pit monsters she'd often met instead.

But she wouldn't have imagined it quite like this. Wouldn't have believed herself capable of this.

Until now.

Until tonight, when she had found herself - no, had crawled herself - into a cage full of them. Had attached herself limpet-like to the cock of one of them. Was sucking on the lumpen filthy thing like her life depended on it. And the rest of them, all those other puglets, pawing at her clothes, trying to find a way into her dungarees. She knew there was nothing to do about that except uncover her cunt for them and get right down to fucking.

Amber Codrington knew how to fuck.