Trans Galactic Bounty Hunters By Sasha Steele
Mannella slowed the Phalus from hyperdrive to orbit speed. The odd shaped spacecraft has two large rearward spheres with two smaller spheres attached in front of them. A cylindrical shaft connects all four of the spheres to a helmet shaped cock pit. The craft looks like a giant pink dildo connected to a big round bum.
Odd though it looks the Phalus is in fact super fast. Mannella almost overshot the planet. Old Earth. Once overpopulated. Now almost desolate with but a dozen or so small, not overly populated, cities. The gender wars had left Old Earth with little else but ruins and badlands. The thousand years since then had not made much of a difference.
He had awoke with an intnense erection. Mannella had wet the panties of his white silk nightie in his sleep. They were almost dry. But now his big hard cock was oozing precum into them. Soaking them all over again. He masturbsted through the white silk material of the panties cock pouch until his bag burst and hot cum pumped through their material onto the bedspread.
Mannella had tracked the criminal Ratansak all the way here from Transworld City where he was wanted for murder. There was a big bounty on his head and Mannella wanted it. So hoped he was well ahead of his rival bounty hunters. They would have saw the same posts on the space book's most wanted channel and connected the dots like he had.
As if to fully destroy his nighty panties Mannella pissed in them one more time before android maids bathed, fed and clothed him. Mannella is one Of the few, if not only, femtran bounty hunters. Femtrans in general are far too fat for the rigors of any sort of work. Kept by a rich mantrans, the most desirable of femtrans are extremely obese. At a tad under 300 pounds Mannella was slowly getting there. Now, what should he wear?
Mannella choose black panties worn over shiny black pattern tights with a black brazier worn under his black mini dress. The dress bodice looked much like an elaborate corset with belts in front, laces in back, attached shoulder caps and a short cape. Of course the short flaring crinoline like skirt did little to cover his huge bag and the thick over a foot long cock dangling in front of his heavy thighs. But that was the point.
Although he had managed to slow down the process, with every pound of weight gained Mannella could see signs of his impending extreme femtranian obesity. His appetite becoming more verocious by the day. The gradual enlargement of his genitals. The beginnings of femtran pattern baldness. Mannella already had a receding hairline and his hair was starting to thin on top.
His android maids had drawn Mannella's waist length platinum blonde hair up to the top of his head. They had fixed it in a single braid tied up with a large black velvet ribbon in a bow. Mannella wore dark eye makeup. Black eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow set off his beautiful green eyes. Burgondy lipstick matched the polish on his long fingernails.
At no more than a crawl Mannella took the Phalus through the clouds and set the craft down on it's bum at the edge of a crystal lake. The pink Phalus settled forward on its bum and balls with the cockpit shaft pointing upward at a 30% angle. The dark crystal of the lake was harder than diamond and looked like mirrored glass. The crystal lake was a remnant of the war that had destroyed this planet.
The space channel had reported rogue bands of Old Earth females in the area. Mannella clipped a sidearm onto his belt. Old Earth females, screamers as they were called, were vicious and known to castrate Tranians if they happen to catch one. Mannella put to his hand on his cock and shuddered at the thought. He charged the gun to its full 3000 REN capacity. Just in case.
Mannella exited through the Phalus's annal portal. The heels of his boots clicked on the lake's hard surface. With six inch high heels and platform soles the front buckled black boots were impractical for walking. But Mannella wasn't planning on doing any walking. With advanced Tranian technology there was no need for it. Mannella had deployed a land speeder.
The ruined city could be seen through the mist a mile or more away on the other side of the crystal lake. Many of its deralict buildings were still standing. Mannella had parked his space craft at a safe distance from it. And, even then, deployed the cloaking device rendering the Phalus invisible.
Mannella mounted the speeder. He could plainly see his reflection in the mirror surface of the lake as he did so. The ruffled mini skirt didn't cover all of his big round ass. His panties were stuck deep in the crack between those sexy globes. His pantie covered cock and balls were on full display below the flaring hem. Mannella smiled thinking of how sensuous he was.
He started the speeder and moved out. Taking it to high speed Mannella reached the ruined city in minutes. He slowed to cruise as he manuvered around and through the deralict buildings. His display monitor showed Ratansak's last DNA marker somewhere in the area.
Finding the spot Mannella dismounted the speeder to look for clues that may tell him where Ratansak, the Rat as he was known, might have gone. He found were the Rat had stayed. Mannella had put off his need to pee a bit too long. He waddled around searching with a hand clasped tight to his big cock.
Not finding anything of use Mannella gave up. He spread his legs apart and bent over slightly in a squat position with hands on knees. Mannella closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief as his pee gushed through the the material at the end of his panties cock pouch. He felt the urge to poop as well but thought it best to do one thing at a time.
Mannella had just finished peeing when he heard something. He got his gun out but the screamers where all over him and knocked it out of his hand. They pulled him off balance and Mannella went down on his fat ass. He felt a hard knock on the head and the lights went out.
Mannella dreamed he was masturbating. Mmmmmmm. It felt so good. But wait. It wasn't him. Somebody else was jerking his cock. He was beginning to wake up. Was groggy. Thought he heard talking. An odd voice in a weird accent. It was a screamer. "He's ready," the voice said.
His eyes opened slowly, then went wide in horror as he saw what was happening. Mannella was laying on his back on a concrete slab. His hands were drawn back over his head and securely tied. His legs were spread apart with his feet tied. The screamer that had been talking had a firm hold on his hard cock. Another screamer was moving in close with big cutters in her hands.
Once again Mannella's attempt to better his mantran counterparts landed him in deep shit. These fucking female animals meant to take his cock. Mannella shivered at the thought of it and cried out in horror. Then suddenly the screamer with the cutters was knocked backwards with a blast. The other screamer who had masturbated Mannella went next. Then two more as the remaining few fled.
It was Drax. Standing there with a golden blaster in each hand. Mannella had never been so glad to see another bounty hunter. "Drax. Thank god you're here," Mannella sighed in obvious relief. "Untie me."
Drax the bounty hunter was guite a sight. A giant of a mantran with muscles so freakishly large they made his shiny, completely bald head look small by comparison. He was wearing a red dress with a skin tight bodice and tiny flaring mini skirt. The dress was so skimpy that his red brasserie and panties were barely concealed by it.
His massive legs, arms and shoulders were bare except for the multitude of gold bangles - facial studs, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings. He wore gold high heel sandals with many straps and a gold belt. His dark eye makeup was heavy. His lips, fingernails and toenails gold. On his head was an ornate wig made of fine gold chains.
The two of them had worked with each other on a bounty before. Got drunk together to celebrate the payout. Mannella was wearing an elaborate silver evening gown that night. Drax was in nylons and a little black dress. Mannella had fucked Drax's massive muscular butt hard after he had blown him. They hadn't seen each other since and Mannella had put on a few pounds.
Drax clipped the blasters onto his belt as he approached. His thighs so massively muscular that he waddled like a super obese femtran. He hesitated. Looked at the giant dick sticking out of Mannella's panties. His cock stiffened. "Oh baby you look fucking hot," Drax said as he took hold of Mannella's cock. Mannella struggled but his cock hardened immediately.
"Drax. No. We don't have time for this right now. Those screamers may come back. So please untie me," Mannella pleaded.
"That's not what your big beautiful cock is saying. Its saying Drax please suck me."
Mannella was breathing hard. Drax's masturbation was bringing Mannella to a climax. "Ohh, ohh, Drax no. You - you have to stop." Mannella was going to cum. Drax was masturbating his stubby four inch cock through his panties with his other hand. "Ahh, ahh, ahh, you're going to make me cum," Mannella moaned.
Drax leaned over and took Mannella's big cock into his mouth jerking Mannella off into it. Mannella arched his back, raising his thick hips. He groaned loudly as he came in Drax's mouth. About the same time Drax came in his panties. His cum pushed through the material and splattered on the floor as he swallowed Mannella's cum. Drax made sure he got it all. Licked the big cock clean then returned it to Mannella's panties.
Drax kissed Mannella. Then untied the sexy fat femtran. He lifted Mannella from the slab as though he weighed nothing. Mannella put his arm around Drax's neck and allowed the muscle-bound oaf to carry him back to were Mannella had dropped his gun when he was attached by the screamers. Tranian weapons are DNA encoded, and deadly to another's touch. Together they took another look at the Rat's bivouac. Drax said something but Mannella didn't answer. "Mannella?"
"Give me a minute," Mannella said. He looked distracted. "I have to take a shit." Mannella wondered off a few paces. Drax heard him take his breathe, hold it and grunt as bore down. He had to sneek a peek. Mannella was bent over slightly with his hands on his thighs. Eyes closed and a grimace on his beautiful fat face as he bore down to push a hard shit into his the seat of his panties. Drax's cock stiffened.
When he'd finished pooping his panties Mannella wondered back over. "There's nothing here," Drax said. "We should try the market city. He was spotted there a week ago."
"Tomorrow," Mannella said. "I have to get back to the Phalus. I'm tired, I need my panties changed and I'm fucking starving." Mannella turned and waddled away. Drax watched the rise and fall of his big round ass cheeks and the load in the seat of his panties jutting back and forth. Mannella stopped and turned around. "You coming?" He asked.
The following day they were in the sprawling market place from which this Old Earth city got its name. Market city is policed by Tranian drones. No weapons are allowed in. Mannella didn't like that but Drax didn't give a shit. He didn't need them.
Mannella was wearing a light blue color tunic dress over glistening black tights and brasserie. The tunic had black scrolling and a double row of buttons up the front. A big black ribbon bow in back of the waist sat on the shelf of Mannella's enormous ass. Its skirt covered half his ass and hardly any of his genitals. The tights fit like a second skin. Mannella's long blond hair was in a ponytail tied with a black velvet bow. His makeup was dark and sensual.
"Tell me again what the fuck we're here for," Mannella said. He was drinking strong coffee and munching on pastries. They were watching a ransack apartment across the square.
"You got a better idea?" Drax was wearing a light powder brown mini dress over panties and bra the same color. He had on brown high heel sandals with matching belt. He wore a brown color wig of long dreadlocks and brown tone lipstick. And wore home-made necklaces and bracelets he'd bought in the market. They had brown, beige, white, red and blue beads strung on a thin burlap rope.
"I have to piss," Mannella said. He got up and waddled into the alley behind them. Squated and took a long piss through his tights. Watching his urine splash between his black high heel boots Mannella hadn't noticed an Old Earth ruffian watching him. Mannella was about to call for Drax, but a sharp knife against his throat changed his mind.
"Scream and you're dead," the hairy brute said. He grabbed hold of Mannella's long braid and pulled him to his knees. Took out his cock. His pubis and scrotum were hairy. His short thick cock had a slightly dark color and it was hard as a rock. "Suck it," he said.
Mannella sucked it. He could smell the man's musk as his nose nudged his hairy pubis. Taste the salt of his sweat. He could hear him moaning. Then the ruffian grasped Mannella by the head, shoved his cock as deep as it would go and groaned loudly as he came against the back of Mannella's throat.
The man beat a hasty retreat. Mannella got to his feet and went back out to the market square. "That was a long piss," Drax said. "I was about to go looking for you."
"I was sampling the local delicacies," Mannella told him.
Drax had a hand in his crotch holding himself while bouncing his legs. "Should have joined you. This fucking coffee went right through me too."
"Any action over there yet?" Mannella had just got the words out when a close associate of the Rat's entered the building they were servaling. They got up and walked across the square. Entered. There was nothing on the first floor. Voices coming from the second.
Drax's hand was still buried in his çrotch. "I got to do this," he said. Then spread his big thighs and urinated through his panties. When flaccid Drax's cock is tiny. So unlike Mannella, who's panties only wet at the tip of the cock pouch, Drax's entire crotch saturate when he pisses his panties. Drax breathed a sigh of relief as he wet himself. Then rejoined Mannella and they went upstairs.
"Sounds like two of them in there," Mannella said. They burst through the door. There were five of them. Drax dropped one with a single blow. A second took a kick at him. Drax grabbed his leg with one hand the other hand went to his throat. He was lifted up and then slammed down in a flash, out cold. Two more were on him.
"Drax!" He heard Mannella cry. The fifth Old Earthian had gone for Mannella who had managed to get behind a table putting it between them. The assailent pulled a knife. "Drax!" Mannella called again.
"I'm kinda busy here," he shouted back. One of them was on Drax's back attempting to choke him. The other was brandishing a knife. Drax lurched backwards ramming that attacker into wall. Punch over his shoulder and the attacker slid off his back like a rag doll.
Mannella grabbed a pot to ward off his attacker. "A little help here," he shouted. Drax grabbed the last of his attackers by the wrist with one hand and broke it like a twig. A hard punch to ribs took him out. He turned to Mannella who was waving a pot at his attacker. "Having fun?" He said. Then dropped the guy with one punch.
He tried to get up but Mannella hit him over the head with the pot hard enough to knock him out. "Ouch," said Drax. "Remind me to not piss you off." They got one of the men up, questioned him, then left. At least now they had something to go on.
Following day they were at what once had been a modern castle. Mannella was wearing a black mini dress with flaring ruffled skirt over his black bressier and panties. The little. Dress, as usual, didn't hide his big cock and ass. The dress had a thin black leather belt that matched his high heel sandals. Mannella's long hair was in a braid done with a blaçk ribbon and his face was heavily made up.
Drax was dressed similarly, except his dress was white. And, of course, his balls didn't show beneath the riffled mini skirt and his cock didn't protrude almost to his knees in the penis pouch of his white panties like Mannella's did in his black ones. Drax's belt and high heel sandals were gold.
He wore an intricate head cover made of fine golden chains that hung to his massive shoulders like hair. Drax's lipstick and eye makeup had a golden hue to it. His long finger nails, toenails too, were polished in gold. Drax also wore an inordinate amount of gold jewellery that set off the golden tan of his massively muscled body.
"I'll take the front," Drax said. "If he's in there don't take any chances. Your gun charged? Mannella rolled his eyes and headed around the back. He was on what once had been a very large elegant patio-like balcony when he heard the crash.
Drax had opened the door, took three steps in when the concret ceiling fell in on him. Mannella couldn't gain entry in the back. Decided to go round the front. Turned back to the patio when the Rat stepped out from behind a pillar. Catching Mannella by surprise he punched Mannella in his fat gut, knocking the wind out of him.
Mannella dropped his gun as he sank to his knees. Ratansak grabbed hold of Mannella's braid and yanked him to his feet. He was nearly as big and strong as Drax. And where the hell is Drax anyway? Ratansak pushed Mannella against a heavily built concrete railing. He pulled down on the braid causing Mannella's head to tilt back.
"Aren't we a pretty one," Ratansak said. "Turn that fat ass around to me." Mannella did as he was ordered. "Get those panties down." Mannella hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his panties and pulled them down onto his thighs. Ratansak bent Mannella over onto the railing. Freed his hard cock and shoved it up Mannella's ass.
When Drax regained consciousness he rolled over and slowly got to his feet. He straightened his dress and assessed himself. Drax had managed to doge most of the falling debri so wasn't badly hurt, but he was plenty pissed off. He'd walked right into the Rat's trap.
Mannella let out a loud groan when the Rat's cock penetrated him. As Ratansak ravaged his asshole Mannella found himself moaning with the pleasure of having his ass fucked and his own cock growing hard. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and breathed long sighs of pure extacy.
"Oh, you like being fucked do you," Ratansak said. The sounds of Mannella's moans and the smack of Ratansak's hips against his fat ass were growing more intense. Ratansak reached around Mannella's bulk and took hold of Mannella's erection. "This thing is gigantic," Ratansak said as he began to masturbate it.
When Ratansak came in Mannella's ass Mannella came as well. His cum splattered against the concrete railing and floor. Then Ratansak's demeanor changed from one of extacy to that of anger. Abruptly he yanked Mannella by the braid into an upright position and wrapped an arm around his neck from behind choking Mannella.
Then suddenly, stunned with a blow to the side of the head, Ratansak fell to the ground taking Mannella down with him. "You okay?" Drax asked. Mannella was groggy, tears welled his eyes as he gasped for air, but he was otherwise alright.
Ratansak was getting to his feet. Drax could have shot him, but this was personal. He grabbed Ratansak by the hair and smashed a fist into his face. Ratansak staggered back against the railing. Drax hit him again and the Rat went over onto the rocks far below. He helped Mannella up and kissed him. Mannella knew that Drax loved him. Mannella kissed him back. In truth he loved Drax too.
A week later with the bounty money in their purses they went out to celebrate on a pleasure barge. The small eligantly decorated barge wound slowly through the flooded streets between deralict buildings of what once had been a thriving city. They were on a day bed set up on the front deck. The day bed's opened silk lace curtains fluttered in the warm breeze.
Attendants had helped them out of their dressing gowns. They were naked on the day bed. Drax was on his hands and knees on the white satin bedspread. Mannella knelt behind him. Mannella's gut sat atop Drax's muscle butt. His enormous erection was pushed deep in Drax's rectum.
Mannella had sucked Drax's stubby little four inch boner until he'd cum in his mouth. He'd ate Drax's ass until finally he just had to fuck him. Mannella put the weight of his big hips and gigantic fat ass behind his thrusts. Drax moaned loudly with every stoke.
Mannella was moaning too. "I'm going to cum," he whispered. "Oh fuck, fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
The end