Your dad's health had been declining throughout your years of education, but you never really worried too much about it. He was super rich, able to afford his own private doctors, so the thought that one day he could disappear never entered your mind. When you started your career, he was there to see you off, smiling gregariously, but your job made it difficult to stay in touch. Most communications were done via written messages, until even those became scarce. You had assumed it to be a consequence of your different schedules and busy work lives, then...
The news of his death arrived in a brief missive, containing an invitation to a funeral as well as a travel voucher to get you there. You quit your job on the spot. The way Dad talked, you're sure he would have wanted you to take over the family business. What could have killed him? He always seemed so big and imposing. Even when his back was bent by age, he still had vital energy about him, seeming as busy as a man a tenth of his age. You don't know why anti-agathic treatments stopped working on him. Worse, he aged far more rapidly than he should have, losing his youth in a short decade.
You shake your head to chase away the unwelcome thoughts and focus on packing. The trip is boring, leaving you with nothing to think about except life without your father and the uncertain future ahead. Hopefully the old man was lucky enough to go out in a dignified way.
Your transport pulls up to Tavros Station, where the service is being held. Adjusting your finest clothes, you walk through the airlock and up some old-fashioned steps towards the theater Dad's money bought him, trying to keep your eyes clear as you breeze past a surprisingly low amount of paparazzi. They must have gotten decent security this time.
You push open the doors and step inside...
The funeral is closed casket with no viewing, which is expected given the shape Dad was in the last time you saw him. His body was riddled with the lines of age and marked with liver spots and pre-cancerous lumps, and he didn't want to be remembered that way. Thankfully, the ceremony is swift and fairly small. There are only family and friends here, though you wager a large amount of the 'family' is distant relations hoping to catch some of the inheritance.
Much of the wake passes in a daze, with you swarmed by distant relations and well wishers, forced to shake hands and share hugs with people you don't know while they offer barely-felt, useless platitudes that do nothing to assuage your loss.
You're on your way over to your father's real friends, people you've actually seen around his mansion growing up, when his lawyer intercepts you and pulls you aside.
"Come, we must talk..."
You follow the lawyer's brisk stride with a bit of difficulty. He's a samarin; long-limbed, yellow-skinned, and not overly inclined to slow his walk for your comfort. He also talks the entire way.
"Your father's will was a bit unconventional. He's lucky my firm has had such wonderful dealings with him over the years, or I would not have been willing to undertake such a... complicated executorship."
You shrug, figuring your dad had a lot of wealth to distribute.
The lawyer's quills bristle at your noncommittal response, but he carries on. "Regardless of the headache my best client's death has caused me, I'm pleased to officiate this bit of business. Victor spoke rather highly of you, and he didn't say that about just anyone, I assure you."
The lawyer turns to regard you with a smile as he waits for you to catch up, clapping you on the back when you're in reach. "My name is Maki. We've never been formally introduced, I suppose." He extends a coarse, dry hand and you shake it, commenting that he already has your name. He continues, "To be brief, your dad rented out most of the hangars on this station for you. He also had a state of the art, xeno-compatible daycare facility built here to house any future offspring you create. I have to give him credit, he planned ahead. Construction has been going on here for the past four years at his behest."
Grinning at your surprise, the tawny alien opens a door to the side and steps inside, still talking. "Victor knew he'd be dying around this time since before your birth. I suppose he didn't want the knowledge weighing over you. Medical science is amazing, but your father underwent so many mutations in his life that he was barely considered human by the time he finished carving out his fortune. Sure, he looked fine when he came home, but he only managed that by taking on the most humanesque mutations from the various races he encountered. I shudder to imagine how long that took him, or how expensive it was to purchase specific splices."
Well, that explains the melancholy tone some of his missives took whenever you had been making plans to visit him in the future. A plain metal chair creaks as the lawyer takes his seat behind a similarly austere desk, smoothing his quills into a semblance of slicked-back hair. He opens a drawer and drops two items on the table: a simple injector and a rectangular, leather-wrapped object. The injector is filled with a silvery, viscous fluid. The other object has the leather wrapped around one side of it, leaving polished metal sides exposed.
"Take them, they're yours. Both custom work. Both very, very powerful pieces of technology."
You heft the tablet, wondering how it could be that expensive, even with the Earth-leather binding and quality materials used in its construction. Once you pull back the cover, you expose a high resolution tablet running a custom operating system.
"Greetings, Rogue. I am the Codex. You may address me as Codex. I am a simple virtual intelligence, or V.I. in common parlance, programmed to assist you in cataloging new life, resources, and technologies. I am equipped with long-range extranet transmitters and receivers, allowing for communication and data access in most locations. There is a short-range life sensor embedded in me that allows me to warn you of impending danger. Upon detecting a new species, I will collate all extranet-available data on the species for you to peruse within a minute or two. I have haptic feedback on my screen and do accept voice commands, Mistress Rogue."
You fold the sophisticated computer's cover closed and find that its supple case comes complete with a connector that allows it to be easily hung from a belt. Snapping it on, you look closer at the injector and ask, "So what's this then?"
The lawyer steeples his fingers and says, "Microsurgeon immune boosters. Top of the line. Your dad will tell you more." He gestures towards a second door set into the wall beside you. "Go on through."
You take the injector and open the door, unsure just how much weirder this can get...
The next room is empty, save for a comfy looking, leather recliner. You actually recognize it as one of your father's favorites. The arm rests are only a little more worn than you remember. A holo projector protrudes from the ceiling, aimed at the empty space in front of the chair. With nothing else to do, you seat yourself. The projector kicks on and your Dad's face appears.
"Hey there, princess. If you're seeing this, then my wrinkled old ass has finally kicked the bucket. I hope you aren't too torn up over it; I've lived a long full life, longer than most people are lucky enough to live. Do me a favor and knock back a whiskey for me after this," the phantom image of your father says. A hand clips in front of his face as he rubs at his age-silvered goatee. "Unfortunately, while I am seeing that your mother is taken care of, I'm not just handing the company over to you. Not yet, anyway."
You glance down at the Codex and the vial in your hand. What did the old coot plan for you?
"I know you've probably been too busy to keep up on the news, with the work I've pushed you into, but the fourteenth planet rush ought to be starting about now." A note appears over the recording, indicating the planet rush started almost two months ago, though most gates have only started going online in the past few weeks. "I have to make sure you've grown into a woman worthy of running the business, Rogue, so I'm putting you through what I went through, after a fashion. If you want to take over the company, you're going on the planet rush!"
Huh. Well, you suppose the careers he pushed you towards make a bit more sense in light of that. Your father made his fortune during the thirteenth planet rush, and he obviously intends for you to prove your mettle in the same way.
"Maki should have given you the Codex and immune boosters by now. I'm sure the V.I. inside it has already explained what it can do for you, but to summarize: it's going to be your best friend. You can use it to stake claims on untapped minerals and resources that the boys back home will run through the legal system. We'll deliver you a stipend on each usable discovery."
Victor coughs repeatedly, holding a rag up in front of himself that darkens with what you assume to be flecks of blood in the monochromatic recording. You'd think he could have sprung for a color hologram. His coughs clear up and he continues, "Sorry, health isn't what it used to be." He laughs after that, realizing that for you, he's dead. "Anyhow, the immune boosters. Those micro-scale bots will reproduce in your body and safeguard it from some of the worst the universe can throw at you. They aren't perfect, and more benign infections might slip through, but they'll keep you from catching rot lung from a Trinerian. A word of caution: they'll help you digest things that would normally be impossible for a human, but they'll splice you to do it. You eat the wrong native foods, and you'll wind up looking like a native. You might even start to feel like one, mentally. I'm told it's like forced, convergent evolution. Point is, it isn't perfect. Relying on it too often will build up too much Taint in your system, and you're better off avoiding that." Victor's features fall at the mention. "Read up on it in your Codex if you haven't already. I don't want you winding up like me. You're a good kid, and if you play your cards right, you'll get to live three times as long." His eyes are watery. "Take care, kiddo."
You turn the microsurgeon immune boosters over in your hand, debating whether to use them.
"This recording is set up to repeat until you do it, Rogue."
Sighing, you press the injector port to the inside of your arm.
"This recording is set up to rep-"
The injector hisses as it pricks your skin, pouring its payload into your veins. There's a bit of burning pain, but nothing as bad as the time you took a slug in the leg. You grow a little flushed for a moment as the tiny machines settle into you. It passes swiftly. All things considered, you feel... the same.
"Atta girl. I had something like that made for me after a particularly rough infection, though it wound up mutating me from exotic species' sexual fluids as well."
A fucking horndog until the end. Of course.
The recording smiles wistfully for a moment before resuming, "I suppose that might have contributed to my demise, but damn, it was worth it. You'll see for yourself once you get out there."
Sure, whatever.
"I've arranged to have a few dozen probes sent through the gates once they open. Each one is military grade, hardened and keyed to only open for one of our family, so don't lose too much of yourself. They all have clues pointing towards other probes secreted inside them, except for one. One has my personal, encrypted key. With that, you can open my deposit box in the bank I own on this station and take control of my company," Even projected through the soulless holoprojector, your dad's spirit shines through his tear-misted eyes. "I'm sure you'll make me proud out there."
The projection of your father tilts its head, gesturing towards another door behind it. "Through the door behind, you'll find a hangar with the ship I started my journey on, repaired to usable condition and outfitted with standard, modernized technology. It's a good starting point, but you should see if you can jump up to something better, particularly if you pick up the number of crewmates I did. That little junker can only hold a few people."
You rise to progress, but Dad keeps talking. "One more thing... there's a Galotian in the next room, right next to the ship's key. If you want to do this, you've gotta subdue her. Galotians are voracious protein hunters, but they're not truly dangerous. She's still a tough little foe, though. I've set up some recordings to assist you in learning how to handle creatures like this during your adventures." Dad winks. "Good luck!"
You open the doorway and step through a little hesitantly, your hands on your eagle handgun and knife in case you need them. Visible light slowly increases as the systems dial up in response to your presence, illuminating an amorphous green blob that huddles in the corner. The semi-transparent, emerald mass bulges out at the base and turns to regard you. You aren't sure how you can make such an assessment when it has no visible face or eyes, but it definitely seems to be reacting to you and you alone. Lurching violently, a bubbling mass erupts from the top of it, sparkling as it builds higher and higher, the cylindrical distention reforming into a more familiar, humanoid shape.
Dense insets reveal themselves to be eyes. Darker hued bulges resolve into shapely lips. Excess material drapes down the back of the growing creature into a mane of unkempt, wild hair. The alien makes a sound that resembles a sigh of relief as arms separate from the sides of what must be its torso, while strings of fluid hang between the newborn appendages and the rest of her, reminding you just how gooey this thing is. Finally, the front of the chest bulges out into a pair of pert breasts. At least, they seemed that way at first. More and more liquid flows from seemingly endless reservoirs inside the thing, bloating the improvised mammaries bigger, fuller, and rounder with each passing second. The goo-girl doesn't stop them until they obscure the bulk of her torso, reminding you of some of the racier porn-stars out there on the extranet.
With her bust jiggling and wobbling in such a titanic manner that you feel it might separate from her chest, the gelatinous gal runs her hands over and through the new, bulgy boobs, giggling as your eyes follow her motions. She chirps, "Hiya! You look like you taste pretty good! I think I'll drain you dry..."
She lurches forward, and for a second, you fear you'll be engulfed before you can react. A blue flash interrupts her pell-mell undulations, and your Dad's face appears between you, suspended in the air. He explains, "Celise here is a fairly simple girl with simple needs. Unfortunately, she doesn't respect anyone until she feels they've earned it. You're going to have to fight her if you want to get the keys to your new ship."
Damnit, Dad!
It's a fight!
You're fighting Celise.
A three foot high, oblong ball of goo jiggles and wobbles across from you, its surface somehow holding back the liquid weight inside even though it appears no more solid than the rest of it. Atop the mound of viridian goop is the torso of a ultrapornstar goddess. Pendulous breasts hang from the front of her glittering chest, obscuring everything above her navel with gooey boob. Her eyes glitter with a predatory mirth, slightly darker in hue than the rest of her, a color matched by her plump, wet-looking lips. You need to defeat her if you ever want to lay claim to Dad's fortune and make him proud!
Celise's tight, thigh-soaking cunt is practically soaked with her lustful secretions.
Victor instructs, "Try and strike her, Rogue. Use a melee attack."
Your attack sinks into the goo, the wound vanishing almost instantly as her surface recloses.
Well, that didn't work! She seems completely immune to normal physical attacks.
"Hehe, that tickles!" Celise giggles, "Are you sure you want to listen to that old fuddy duddy instead of letting me wrap myself around your thick, pointed prick and plunge into your pussy?" She pushes her finger into the semipermeable membrane around her breast, allowing you to hear the lewd, sucking noises her body makes around her digit as you watch. "It'll feeeel gooood!"
"Some foes are more vulnerable to ranged attacks than melee attacks or vice versa. Why don't you try using your gun? Don't worry, it won't kill her." Victor suggests.
Celise takes the hit, the wound instantly closing in with fresh, green goop. Her surface remains perfectly smooth and unmarred afterwards.
The goo-girl appears impervious to everything you can throw at her! Just how did Dad expect you to handle something like this?
Celise leans down to put her palms flat on the ground, her breasts squishing out around the sides of her arms, actually merging partway into her elbows as she begins to crawl toward you, wiggling her suddenly visible rump and hips at you, now revealed by her altered posture. "I'm gonna suck all the yummiest juices out of you!" Her lips plump bigger after the declaration, almost forcefully reminding you how good they would feel around your lengthy shaft.
"Didn't work, did it? Celise's race does pretty well against kinetic damage. Thermal weapons would work, but you don't have any of those. You've still got one more weapon that galotians can't handle - sexual allure. They're something of a sexual predator, but their libidos are so high that teasing them back often turns them on to the point where they masturbate into a puddle of quivering sex." Victor chuckles. "Go ahead, try teasing her. Fighting aliens is about using the right types of attacks in the right situations."
You peel away your dress clothes and plain bra with careful, slow tugs to expose your pillowy tits. Only after you've put yourself on display do you look back at your target and truly begin to tease, starting with a knowing wink. Then, you grab hold of your volleyball-sized melons and cup them to enhance your cleavage, lifting one then the other in a slow, sensuous display. Covering them up is something you do a little regretfully.
Whoah, now that's a reaction! Celise whimpers and starts to vigorously fist herself again and again, not even bothering to make sure her hand goes between her legs. Wherever she shoves her balled fist into, sensitive lips form around it, suckling and oozing with lust around her fast-pumping arm.
Celise groans, "Come on, fuck me! Please? Don't just... leave me like this! I need your juiiiiice!" The last word comes out as a high-pitched, nearly orgasmic whine. Her masturbation gets faster and more lewd with every passing second.
Victor's hologram faces you and explains, "If you're seeing this, you learned how to disable Celise. Good work. The key is on the shelf next to the exit." He sighs and continues, "Most things you run into won't be nearly as easy to deal with. You'll want to make sure to master the skills of your vocation and use them to the best of your ability. As you develop your abilities, you'll find that many of them can be chained together to be more effective. Make sure you do that, or you'll have a hard time beating some of the galaxy's worst."
You put away your weapons and go to grab your key when a barely cohesive hand wraps around your scaly foot. There isn't enough force behind it to immobilize you, but it does catch your attention. Celise is looking up at you with pleading eyes that would make an Earth puppy proud.
"If you give Celise what she wants now, you'll probably earn her loyalty. That choice is up to you; I can't make it for you. Galotians are a fiercely loyal people once they choose to follow someone, and though she has few marketable skills, it might be good to have a companion out there in the void. Whatever you choose, I'm sure you'll do me proud." Victor smiles dryly. "After all, I bet my legacy on it."
The recording winks off.
What do you do with Celise? Ignore her, or feed her and take her on your crew?
(Note that choosing to ignore Celise will remove her from the game.)
*Feed her*
Smiling a little lustily, you strip out of your gear and toss it up on the shelf, next to the key. Celise smiles beatifically up at you, her eyes practically humping every bit of exposed skin as you reveal yourself. As soon as your draconic cock is out, she gasps in delight, pulling her hand away from her frenzied self-pleasure to stretch towards you, extending far longer than you would have thought possible given the size of her limb. Her palm immediately envelops your lengthy wyrm-prick with sticky goo, not grasping you with fingers but completely taking you into her moist, slippery insides.
Your legs wobble from the sensation assaulting you, and you grab hold of the shelf for support, watching the emerald blob slide across the floor until it squishes up against you. Celise gushes, "Ohh, look at it! It's nice and hard and veiny and it tastes so good inside me! Thank you for deigning to feed me... Rogue, was it?"
You nod and try to stay upright. Fluid weight roils around your large, bulbous shaft with slow, gentle undulations, tickling every square inch of its surface with perfect pressure. Somehow, despite its glorious slipperiness, there's just enough friction for your body to make your nerves fire one after the other, forcing your internal muscles to flutter and squeeze fat drops of pre-cum into the goo-girl's wrist. She arches her back to raise her titanic breasts into her arm, absorbing her own elbow, forearm, and then wrist, drawing your dick deep into her swollen teat. You gasp and drip a bit more freely in response.
"Yum! Even your pre-cum is tasty. Can I just keep milking that out of you, or would you rather I get you off? Unless you can cum hard enough to make my tit turn white, I think I'd prefer the former," Celise giggles as her arm exits out the bottom of her tit, appearing to hold it up, though it's made of the same material as the jiggling, gelatinous mammary. Her free hand is buried to the wrist in her gooey undercarriage, pumping low and slow into a massive, over-engorged honeypot.
You grunt in pleasure and pain as your ardor builds to an unmanageable boil, aching to burst out, to explode deep into Celise's gooey, delicious tit. Her controlled motions seem intent on holding you there forever. She teases you to the precipice and backs off again and again, devouring the hot, liquid pleasure that your cucumber-sized, thick member releases whenever you get particularly close. You can't take it anymore!
Letting go of the shelf, you grab hold of her massive tit in both hands, savagely pushing in to the hilt. She mewls in response, which would worry you if it wasn't for the way her pussy is literally gushing, geyser-like around her fist. You draw back and slam it home again, causing a jiggle to ripple across her entire body. Globs of green separate from her as she loses some of her cohesion in pleasure, allowing your fingers to sink partway into her cushy interior.
Celise wails, "Fuck me harder Rogue! Harder!" She pulls her hand out of her cunt and grabs onto your arm as she pleads, "Use me like I'm one big, cum-hungry cunny!" Trickles of liquified goo run down and soak into your skin, and a puddle of shining jade spreads around you both.
You're too turned on to slow your pace, and you fuck faster and harder, the hot, wet slaps echoing in the metal-encased room as you do your damnedest to bring yourself off in the liquefying goo-girl. The texture inside grows sloppier and wetter, but her swirling caresses move faster and more forcefully, battering your dick with soaking-wet pleasure. You groan as you feel a tongue slide across your belly. Celise has pressed her face into you and is licking everything she can get to while you pump her tit.
In a violent lunge, Celise stretches up to your shoulders, wrapping her arms around them to suspend herself there. Your hands and dick slide through her body down into the sopping, lube-leaking flower perched atop the goo mound, and her squeezing ripples grow more powerful. The goo-girl whimpers, "Please, cum in me. I need it sooo bad!" before mashing her lips against your own, the ball-like support beneath her rolling back and forth to slap wetly against you.
Vacuum-like suction pulls on your dick as she twists and twirls all around you, and you realize you can hold back no longer. Her tongue is sweet on yours, swirling around your mouth as you throw your head back and cum, pumping a thick batch of protein straight into her dick-suckling snatch. The quivering slit tugs harder on your boner, eagerly pulling more fresh ejaculations inside where they dilute her green into an opaque alabaster. Your ample hips jerk and shake while your wyrm-cock flexes inside its gooey prison, throwing long ropes of suppressed lust for what feels like ages. Whenever you think it's about to end, the tugging starts again, and you whimper as the endless orgasm renews itself.
At some point, the juicy pleasure-flow dries up, and Celise allows your orgasm to finish. She's shuddering herself as she detaches, so wracked by pleasure that one of her arms liqueifies, dropping to the floor for a moment until it slithers over to rejoin the rest of her. Her hair is melting, her tits are sagging, and her whole body shudders from time to time, shaking with post-orgasm spasms. She burbles, "That was great! You're gonna take me on your ship now, right?"
You give her a stern but exhausted look.
"I can get by on protein paste and water. I promise I won't try to forcefully milk you again!" Celise nibbles on her lip, letting it grow bigger and poutier as she does. "Besides, I kind of owe you for being nice enough to feed me. And think of all the ways you can use me whenever meaner aliens get you too turned on to think! I'm a perfect sperm-receptacle!" Her giggling, proud tone makes it clear she has no idea that a 'sperm-receptacle' is usually not a good thing.
Do you take Celise on as your first crew member?
(Note that choosing to ignore Celise will remove her from the game.)
*Take her*
"Why not? If nothing else, I guess I can use you as a super-soft beanbag chair, when we aren't fucking."
Celise jiggles jubilantly, the accumulated mass of goo below her waist churning with excitement as she applauds. She gulps in a huge breath of air, ballooning herself comically before exhaling it in a quiet "Yayyyy..." You glance at her curiously, and she shyly covers her mouth, whispering, "Sorry."
Whatever, it's time to get this show on the road! You grab the digikey off the shelf and step through the door.
(Celise has joined your crew!)