Hello...
It is me again.
Gin... or just Chef, as the rest of this dysfunctional space family calls me.
I know what you are looking at. You are staring at the way my thighs are currently clamped around a head. A head that looks exactly like mine, only with a slightly more annoying expression and hair that smells like cheap vanilla shampoo.
Welcome to the simulation deck of the Xeca.
We are currently in orbit around Mars. The Red Planet. It looks like a giant, rusty meatball floating in the void outside the viewport, but I am not looking at the planet. I am looking at the sweat dripping down my twin sister's neck.
"Give up, Tonix," I pant. My voice is rough. "I have the leverage. I always have the leverage."
"In your dreams, Gin," Tonix grunts from between my legs. "Your center of gravity is off. You ate too much steak last night."
She is trying to break my hold. We are naked. Completely, gloriously naked on a blue wrestling mat that smells of ozone and synthetic leather. This isn't a fight to the death. Well, not exactly.
It is a fight to the orgasm.
The rules are simple. No Melios attacks that cause permanent damage. No biting hard enough to draw blood. The first one to cum loses.
And right now? I am losing.
I can feel it. The heat pooling in my belly is intense. It isn't just physical exertion. It is the serum.
GX-778-C...
That is what Prof called it. It is a new cocktail she whipped up using Capt's fluids. She said it would boost our stamina and Melios output by one hundred percent for thirty minutes. She didn't mention that it would turn my clitoris into a hypersensitive detonator waiting for the slightest breeze to set it off.
"You are trembling, Gin," Tonix teases. She runs her hands up my calves, her fingers cold. Ice cold. Her Glace ability is leaking out. "Are you getting... cooked?"
"Shut up," I hissed.
I tighten my grip. I grind my pubic bone against her face. I want to smother her. I want to make her beg.
But then I hear it.
"Come on, Navi! Use the tongue! Go for the kill!"
I look over to the side of the room.
There sits our audience.
Capt and Prof are sitting on a bench, watching us with the intensity of two people watching the final round of a heavyweight championship.
Capt... he... or should I say, she?
It has been a month since the dinner where she ate the Girrufun sorbet, and she is still a woman.
Look at her.
She is wearing a tank top and loose shorts, sitting with her legs spread in a way that is distinctly unladylike. But it is her face that makes my stomach do a nervous flip.
Her hair is red.
Not ginger. Not auburn. It is crimson. Blood red. The exact shade of a Krall's skin. It falls around her face like a curtain of danger.
And her eyes...
Even from here, I can see them. Vertical slits. Reptilian. Hungry.
She looks like a monster. She looks like the things we kill.
But God help me, she is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
When those predator eyes lock onto me, naked and wrestling my sister, I feel a jolt of arousal that has nothing to do with the serum. I want her to jump in. I want her to tear me apart.
"She is distracted!" Prof notes calmly. She is holding a datapad, tapping away. "Subject Chef's heart rate just spiked to one-eighty. Pupil dilation indicates a arousal response to visual stimuli."
"Excellent," Capt grins. Her teeth look sharper than usual. "That Ginjang is as good as mine, Prof."
They are betting on us.
Of course they are.
The stakes? A bottle of Ginjang.
You probably don't know what that is. You are probably drinking cheap beer or tap water while you read this. Ginjang is legendary. It is a rice wine made in the subterranean caverns of Mount Vesuvius on Mars. It takes fifteen years to ferment. It costs more than this entire simulation deck.
And Capt bet on Tonix.
That traitor.
"I am not going to lose!" I scream, channeling my anger into my hips.
I activate my Flambe. My skin heats up. I become a furnace.
"Hot! Hot!" Tonix yelps, trying to push me off.
"Burn, baby, burn!" I growl.
I slide down her body, reversing the position. Now I am on top of her face. I press my pussy directly against her mouth.
"Eat it, Tonix," I command. "Taste the fire."
She doesn't have a choice. She opens her mouth. Her tongue hits my clit.
Oh... fuck.
It feels too good. The sensation is immediate, electric. It shoots up my spine and explodes in my brain.
I shouldn't enjoy this. I should be fighting it. I should be focusing on making her cum first.
But I miss this.
I look at you. Yes, you.
You know what I miss? I miss the lab.
I miss sneaking into Prof's room late at night with a plate of leftovers. I miss sitting on her counter while she drones on about cellular degeneration. I miss the taste of her Irita.
But lately? I am banned.
"No entry, Chef," Prof told me three weeks ago. "Project Classified."
She is in there with Shorty. All day. Every day.
I don't know what they are doing. They say they are working on a cure for Capt. They say they are trying to fix the transformation glitch.
But I see the way Shorty looks when she comes out. She looks drained. Hollow.
And Prof? Prof looks worried.
There is something wrong. Something they aren't telling us.
Why is Capt getting more... Krall-like? Why does she look at us sometimes like we are food instead of crew?
"Ah!" Tonix moans beneath me.
I snap back to reality.
Tonix is fighting back. She isn't just taking it. She is using her fingers.
She slides two fingers inside me. They are freezing.
The contrast is agonizing. My insides are boiling from the Flambe, and her fingers are shards of ice.
"Fire and Ice, Gin," Tonix whispers against my wetness. "Thermal shock."
She curls her fingers. She hits my G-spot.
"No!" I gasp. "That is... cheating!"
"There are no rules in love and wrestling!" Capt cheers from the bench. "Finish her, Navi!"
My legs are shaking. I can't hold the hold. I am melting.
I look at Capt again.
She is leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. She is licking her lips.
Is she imagining it? Is she imagining being the one between my legs?
I want her to be. I want to taste that dangerous, alien mouth.
But she is just watching. A voyeur. Like you.
"I can't... hold it..." I whimper.
The pressure is building. The GX-778-C is doing its job too well. My body is a live wire. Every nerve ending is screaming for release.
Tonix knows it. She picks up the pace. Her tongue swirls around my clit while her frozen fingers hammer inside me.
"Say my name," Tonix taunts. "Say who is the best twin."
"Go to hell!" I scream.
But my body betrays me.
My hips buck uncontrollably. I am grinding down on her face, seeking the friction, seeking the end.
"Prof! The readings!" Capt shouts. "Look at the thermal output!"
"Subject Gin is reaching critical mass," Prof observes, not looking up from her screen. "Ejaculation imminent in three... two..."
"No!" I cry out.
But it is too late.
The wave hits me. It starts in my toes, curls up my legs, and slams into my womb like a asteroid impact.
"Capt!" I scream.
I don't know why I screamed her name. Maybe because I wanted it to be her. Maybe because I wanted to impress her.
Or maybe because I knew exactly where I was aiming.
I clamped down. Hard.
My muscles seized.
And then, I squirted.
It wasn't a trickle. It was a geyser. The serum had increased my fluid production to ridiculous levels. A high-pressure stream of clear, hot fluid erupted from me.
It arched through the air. A beautiful, glistening rainbow of defeat.
It flew over Tonix's head.
It flew across the blue mat.
And it landed... splash... right on the audience.
Capt didn't even try to dodge.
The fluid hit her square in the chest, soaking her tank top, splashing up onto her face, and drenching her red hair. Some of it hit Prof, splattering against her datapad and her glasses.
I collapsed on top of Tonix, panting, my vision blurring.
Silence filled the room.
For a second, the only sound was my ragged breathing and the soft drip, drip, drip of my fluids falling from Capt's nose.
I rolled off Tonix and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.
I lost.
I lost the match. I lost the dignity of being the tough one. And I probably just got court-martialed for soaking my superior officer in bodily fluids.
Then...
Laughter.
A loud, booming, feminine laugh echoed through the gym.
I propped myself up on my elbows.
Capt was laughing. She was wiping the wetness from her eyes, her shoulders shaking. She licked a drop of my squirt from the corner of her mouth.
"Salty," she grinned, her slit pupils dilating. "With a hint of spicy pepper. Definitely Chef's vintage."
Prof took off her glasses and wiped them on her lab coat. She looked annoyed, but there was a small smirk playing on her lips.
"Experiment successful," Prof stated. "The serum increases fluid volume by approximately three hundred percent. We will need to adjust the dosage unless we plan to use Chef as a fire hose."
"I won!" Capt cheered, jumping up. Her wet shirt clung to her chest, outlining her breasts perfectly. "I told you, Prof! Fire burns out faster than Ice! Ginjang! I want my Ginjang!"
Tonix sat up next to me. She looked smug. She looked victorious.
"Pay up, sister," she whispered, slapping my wet thigh.
I groaned, flopping back down.
"I hate you all," I muttered.
But as I watched Capt dancing around the gym, wet with my essence, looking like a beautiful, terrifying demon... I knew I didn't hate it.
I loved it.
And I have a feeling that expensive bottle of wine is going to taste very, very good tonight.
Especially if I get to lick it off Capt's skin.