Smut in Space, Part 4! An adult sci-fi CYOA
#5 of An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure!
Alright! Last tally was 4 votes for 'native attire' to 2 votes for no clothes at all!
"Guess you've got a point." Tessa said, and unceremoniously stuffed her boots and coveralls back into her luggage.
"Oooo, feeling like an exhibitionist after all?" Todd said.
"No, about the clothes here." Tessa shouldered her bag and started walking across the room, making a beeline for one of the clothing kiosks. "I mean, it's probably more comfortable than a shipsuit. Not to mention I don't need to let EVERYTHING hang out ... "
"But you look so good when you do."
Tessa felt her cheeks flush at the compliment. "Pervert." She said.
"And?"
The dragoness shook her head, and ducked into the clothing kiosk. She picked up a gauzy, silken wrap in purple, and held it up to her chest.
"And you say this Green Tag gets us pretty much anything free?" Tessa said.
"Within reason." Todd said, already pulling on a dark blue kimono-style robe that only reached down to his thighs. Not that it mattered; the fox let it hang open, revealing the white swath of fur that ran from below his chin down, over his belly, and ... lower.
Tessa shook her head to clear her thoughts, and wrapped the bit of purple fabric she found around herself. At least, she tried to. There simply wasn't enough fabric for a full, chest-concealing sarong; the fabric barely reached past her waist, and that was before she took her tail into account. She fiddled with it some more, and tied the wrap into a more modest skirt-- even if the waistline dipped scandalously low in the back to accommodate her long tail. She admired herself in a mirror for a moment-- gone was the asteroid mining technician; in the gauzy silk (and nothing else), the dragoness imagined herself as some kind of exotic, decadent princess ... or at least a handmaiden or something. Her eyes fell to the image of her generous breasts in the mirror, dark green nipples standing out proudly (just due to the cold, she told herself). For a moment, she considered going topless-- but thought the better of it. She found a matching purple wrap and improvised it into a bandeau top, albeit one that showed off a pleasing swath of green-scaled cleavage.
"See?" Todd said as he materialized behind her. "You look like a native already! Now let's hurry- we've got a shuttle to catch."
After the ... unorthodox customs procedure, filing onto the shuttle for Respite itself was downright boring. Just a long line of furs queuing up for the next leg of their vacation. Admittedly, some of the furs hadn't bothered getting dressed (and even a handful of the guys sported jutting erections), but other than that, it was pretty normal. Tessa let her eyes flick over the collection of green and red tags hanging from each passenger's neck.
Tessa and Todd filed onto the shuttle-- the tall dragoness even managed to get an aisle seat, which allowed her to stretch her legs and tail out a little more than otherwise. The seating was still more than a little snug, with Todd's knee occasionally brushing her thigh, but she'd been on worse trips. The typical saftey announcements were made, and then the shuttle shuddered as it disengaged its airlock, and started its long, descending orbit.
"How long is the flight, usually?" Tessa asked.
Todd shrugged. "Couple of hours? It'll take some time to line up an atmospheric approach."
"Got it." Tessa nodded, and settled in, closing her eyes. "Might as well get some sleep, then."
"I swear, that's all you ever do." Todd laughed.
"Dragon." Tessa said, as if that would explain everything. She closed her eyes and let herself doze off.
Tessa dreamed. She was naked again (a surprisingly common state of affairs), and laid out on a long bed or table. She was held, tied down, left spread eagle for so many hands, so many _mouths_roving over every inch of her body ...
"Ma'am." A gentle but firm voice snapped Tessa out of her dream. "Ma'am." The voice repeated. "You need to wake up."
Tessa forced her eyes open, and did the best she could to ignore the fogginess in her head ... or the tingling between her legs. "Is something wrong?" She rubbed at her eyes, and then looked up at the woman who had woken her.
It was one of the stewardesses; a slim tiger. She was brighty and cheery, with the kind of demeanor that made one think she'd been a cheerleader in high school-- which probably wasn't that long ago, to judge by the stewardess' young, smiling face. Her navy blue uniform (complete with little hat) looked somewhat out of place amongst the gauzy robes and wraps of the passengers, although a band of creamy white fur was shown by the stewardess' midriff-bearing top. "Ruth" was written in bold, easy to read letters on a nametag pinned above the stewardess' left breast.
The tag was red.
"Nothing's wrong, Ma'am. We're still an hour or so out from landing. However, we need to take care of a few things first. Please, follow me."
"Wha?" Tessa blinked. She looked over at Todd for a moment, who apparently had the same idea she did, and had dozed off. "I don't understand--"
"I'll explain everything, Ma'am." Ruth said, and reached forward to tug slightly at the green tag hanging from Tessa's neck. "But I need you to come with me. Unless you'd prefer to be serviced right here?"
"Serviced?" Tessa blinked, and felt her cheeks blush again. She didn't know what Ruth meant by 'servicing,' but the concept sent a little thrill through her pussy. She squirmed in her seat, and then pulled in a deep breath. "I'll, uh, go with you."
Ruth smiled. "I thought you'd say that." And with that, she walked down the aisle, and Tessa followed. The two walked to the back of the shuttle, where Ruth opened up a small door to the bathroom, and gestured for Tessa to slip inside.
The dragoness ducked her head as she slid into the small room-- and then gasped as she felt Ruth pressing against her back, walking into the cramped bathroom behind her. Ruth slid the door shut, and clicked the sign to 'occupied.'
"That must have been some dream you were having." Ruth said, and leaned in to nibble playfully at Tessa's shoulder. The dragoness gasped, too shocked to react otherwise. "You were making quite a bit of noise. I thought it was best to wake you up before you could disturb any of the other passengers."
"Oh. Uh. Thanks?" Tessa said, voice shaky. "But what's this for?" She sucked in a quick breath as she felt Ruth's small, nimble hands reach around her, squeezing at her chest. Tessa shivered, and her nipples tensed, poking against the soft fabric of her top.
"It's my duty as a stewardess to make sure my passenger's every need is catered to." A slight purr tinged Ruth's voice. "Every. Need."
"But I've never really been with another woman before ..." Tessa admitted.
"Then I'll try to make this memorable." Ruth's hands slid down Tessa's body, and easily slid past the flimsy skirt she wore. The fabric fluttered to the floor of the bathroom, and Ruth's slim fingers kept exploring, teasing at the heated flesh between Tessa's legs.
Tessa moaned needily, and moved her hips back against Ruth's. This is insane, she thought, letting myself get felt up by a woman I just met ... but the sheer audacity of it all only added to the thrill. Her heart pounded, and Tessa braced her arms against the wall of the cramped bathroom.
"Spread your legs." Ruth said, and Tessa obeyed as best she could. She raised one foot and braced it on the toilet, and then raised her tail, shivering as she felt her wet lips part slightly at the pose.
Ruth slid down the length of Tessa's body, running her hands over the dragoness' legs before coming to a crouch behind her. The warm breath that washed over Tessa's pussy made her shiver, and the tongue that soon followed made her squeal.
The tigress's mouth was hungry, eager, roughly pushing her tongue into Tessa's pussy as far as she could manage. Ruth didn't linger or tease-- with the sort of expertise borne of long practice, she sought out the most sensitive areas of Tessa's sex, and then kept stimulating them with a near merciless insistence.
Already worked up by the debaucheries she'd witnessed since setting foot on the orbital station, Tessa didn't last long. Her mouth hung open, and she cried out in pleasure as she felt herself climax, her inner walls clenching down on Ruth's rough tongue. Tessa's tail lashed from side to side, thumping against the walls of the cramped bathroom, and she bucked her hips a few times as she rode out the orgasm.
"See? Isn't that better?" Ruth giggled as she stood up. The tigress gave Tessa a playful spank on the rear, which made the dragoness shiver.
"Oh. Oh wow." Tessa said, bewildered. She looked back at Ruth, who took a paper towel from the dispenser and used it to daintily clean off her striped muzzle. "Is that ... is that it? Shouldn't I ... "
Ruth held up a hand, and shook her head. "Just doing my job, ma'am. I'm tempted, but I'm afraid I don't have the time to _really_indulge myself. Though this is my last flight for a couple of days ... "Ruth pulled a pen from her breast pocket and scribbled a number down on another paper towel. "Call me?" she gave Tessa a kiss that still tasted of her own juices, and then slid the door open to step out of the bathroom.
Bewildered, Tessa almost forgot to put her skirt back on before she went back to her seat. Todd was still asleep, showing no signs of the kind of sexy dreaming that had gotten Tessa her special attention.
Tessa flopped down into her seat and sighed-- at least the tingling between her legs had subsided.
But for how long?
With Tessa's urges quelled (however temporarily), the rest of the shuttle ride went uneventfully. There was a spot of roughness as they entered the atmosphere, but as soon as the inertial fields kicked in, it was smooth sailing.
With just their duffel bags to worry about, Tessa and Todd were able to make it out of the spaceport without much fuss. They headed out of the spaceport into the open air. Tessa gasped as she got her first, ground-level view of Respite. There were plants everywhere, blooming in a riot of colors. For someone like Tessa, who spent a great deal of time on one space station or another, the sight of so much greenery was shocking.
"C'mon, there'll be time for sightseeing later." Todd said, and tugged his friend along. "First, let's get a hotel room and dump our bags, alright?"
It was easy enough to follow the signs to one of Respite's larger hotels. Tessa just followed along, still in a slight shock at seeing how beautiful the resort planet really was. Todd had a short conversation with a smiling (and scantily clad) panda behind the front desk, and soon Todd and Tessa were shown to their room-- a simple, single-room with two beds and a great view of the ocean outside.
"Alright!" Todd said, and tossed his duffel bag down. "The lock's keyed to your tag--" he held his up on its lanyard, "so you don't have to worry about getting locked out. Now then... " he rolled onto his chosen bed, and picked up a brochure. "So, where should we start? There's the beach, of course ... or, looks like there's some kind of party club not too far from here. Or, well ... anything you want to do?"
Tessa dumped her own duffel bag on the free bed, and then tapped a finger against it, knowing she'd stuffed the paper towel with Ruth's phone number inside. "Well ... "
So, options! Should Tessa ...
- Go to the beach
- Hit the club
- Call Ruth, the sexy tigress stewardess from before?
_Also, as a side-vote, should Tessa bring Todd with her wherever she goes, or go alone? _