Cornel Commission, $10: Other Worldly
Part 1: Arrival
German Code Flashed on the screen in front of Cornel: <<:Kapitän Login: Kommandant Cornel:: Zucken:>> This signaled for him to begin speaking: Captain's Log, this is Commander Cornel Reporting from Starship UEAES, United Earth Alliances Experimental Ship, 1728 Nova. The date is June 14, 2763, at 1500 hours. Rebel Starships have just engaged Nova. Rebels are entering through our unused escape pod stations. Techs on the Bridge are working to close secondary doors to the stations, and attempting to evacuate all available Oxygen supplies within them. They are making their way to the Bridge. Pray that they never make it. Out. <<:Kapitän Login: Kommandant Cornel:: Spitze:>>
<<:Kapitän Login: Kommandant Cornel:: Zucken:>> Captain's Log, Commander Cornel. 1547 hours. The Rebels have pushed past our primary defenses. It's only a matter of minutes before they make it to the Bridge. Out. <<:Kapitän Login: Kommandant Cornel:: Spitze:>>
The Captain's Log Program was set up to take automatic voice recordings every 5 minutes. It records only recognized voices. It recorded this through gunshots and unrecognized yelling. <<: Automatisch Stimme Aufnahme:>> <<Cornel>> Stay back you dirty bastard! I'll fucking kill you! What the Hell is that?! <<Samrul>> Sir! Look Out! It's-- <<Cornel>> Sam! You Shot him you bastard! You're dead! <<Stimme Aufnahme Spitze>>
Darkness.
Commander Cornel gently faded in and out of consciousness. In the few moments he was aware, all he could see and hear was a red light flashing, and the Shipboard Recorded Warning System, or SRWS, repeating, "Please evacuate Ship. Emergency Crash Landing imminent. Please evacuate Ship." That was not what Cornel wanted to hear.
Darkness.
A strange mist surrounded Cornel's body, and shrouded his mind. He felt he was lying on his side, but floating. He saw his hand reach out, as if trying to grab something. He felt a tugging on his uniform collar. The tugging slowly gaining strength, until it eventually choked him out, and he was once again totally unconscious, even in his subconscious mind. He spent what felt like hours in total dark. There were point when he thought he heard voices, but if they were voices, they were too muffled and far away to be made out; blurs of sound in total silence. The mist once again surrounded him. But, there was something different about this one. It was, lighter. In proverbial weight and in tone. It grew lighter and lighter. Cornel welcomed this change, however he didn't welcome what came after it; when finally the mist lifted completely, he only saw the ground coming up to meet him. Pain shot down his neck, through his arms, spine, and each of his four, minotaur-like legs. He lain for a brief moment, too pained to even consider moving. He heard whispers all around him, whispers becoming talk, and talk becoming shouts. As soon as the shouts began, Cornel's eyes snapped open, as he jumped to his feet, whipping his pistol from it's holster, and aiming it directly in front of him, only to see absolutely nothing. He opened his left eye, which he'd closed to take aim, and lowered his weapon. Cornel was a very tall hermaphrodite, standing at 2.5 meters, or eight feet two inches, so it was understandable that he'd looked right over the small water-mammal children standing in a circle around him, giggling. He looked down at one, a girl, he presumed, but she'd had no clothing! He thought that perhaps she was just streaking as children will do, until he surveyed the surrounding children, male, female, and otherwise. They were all naked! One pair, a male and a female, had even gotten bored with the sight of his incident and began performing sexual acts! 'Oh my God!' He thought, 'Where the Hell am I?!'
Part 2: Discovery
Wherever Cornel was, whatever planet he was on, he was surrounded by dolphin-people and other sea mammals or reptiles. He towered over most of the townspeople, however there were a few, clearly highly ranked, townsmen that were comparable to him. Looking around, he realized the children he'd encountered earlier were not just a group of rebellious juveniles, but they were perfectly. Most of the people were walking around naked. Those who were clothed had their genitalia clearly showing, or hanging out of their garments. Some were even having sex out in the open, being passed as if they were just sitting, working on cross-word puzzles in the daily paper. Cornel couldn't help but stare at whoever his eyes met, and nobody, not even the most sensitive looking women returned his gaze with anger, only eyes filled with lust and tongues licking their lips. Somebody finally stopped him to speak, clearly noticing his wonder and confusion. The bystander was a dolphin, male, with his genitalia poking out of his "pants".
"Excuse, are you lost?" the stranger inquired.
With a stutter, Cornel managed to force a weak yes. He was met with kind eyes and a warm smile, which gave him a renewed sense of confidence, and he continued to tell the stranger about his ordeal back on his ship. His story was only met with a confused look and weak, almost forced smile, as if the man was trying to hold back laughter. Regardless, Cornel finished his story, "And then I woke surrounded by a bunch of naked kids. Speaking of which, why is everybody naked?!"
The man chuckled and, in a welcoming tone that didn't really answer Cornel's question, asked Cornel to follow him back to his home to meet his family. The pair walked down the street, turned left, only to witness a homosexual couple yiffing on a park bench. Cornel stared as he continued walking, and nearly ran into a tree, getting him a chuckle from the strange man he was following. A few minutes into their walk Cornel realized, "Hey," he began in a demanding but gentled tone, "I never caught your name. I'm Cornel." The man in front of him stopped and turned to grasp Cornel outstretched hand. Shaking the hand he replied, "My name is Raktuk Zhimal. It's very nice to meet you, Cornel." And with renewed silence, they continued their walk. The houses, if you could call them houses, they were more like huts, began to seem more run-down and ratty as they went deeper into the city. The nudity and public sex exploded from Cornel's first arrival. He knew this must have been the poor district of the town, not only from the houses, but from the mangy appearances of it's inhabitants. Still, they seemed perfectly content out on the streets yiffing like rabbits (no offense to all you rabbits out there, but you know it's true). The pair finally stopped in front of a nicer looking home. It was one story, with what looked to be an attic. There was a small circular window just below the wooden roof. Instead of brick sidewalk leading to the house like in the rich district, there was only a small dirt path, surrounded by more, darker colored dirt, excluding a few flowers in some make-shift window planters on each side of the door. 'Wow, this place is a du--" Cornel's thought was interrupted by Raktuk saying, "Here we are. My home. Come, my family is inside." Cornel's eyes widened, 'Shit.' He thought as he followed the man in to the rickety old house which was apparently to be his new home.
Part 3: Home Sweet Home
Cornel sat, to the best of his ability, at the dinner table of the Zhimal family's home, staring down at the fish that Reena, Raktuk's wife, had made for everyone. The room was silent, until Zullu, the youngest son, asked Cornel where he came from. Cornel looked at the 3 year old, and received a gaze of wonder staring back at him. He proceeded to tell the child, in the simplest way he could, of his home planet, Dracor. It was a rocky, molten planet, inhabited by mostly dragons and other reptiles, such as himself. Half-way through his story, the inquiring eyes shifted to Cornel's wings. They remained there for about five minutes before Cornel asked what he was looking at. The boy replied, "Can you fly?" Cornel let out a solemn chuckle at the question before he explained that, at one point, yes, he could. However, he'd lost his right arm in battle, and had it replaced with a bionic one. When he lost his arm, it caused a chain reaction of damaged nerves reaching his entire right wing. Only his left was still functional. The 3 year old had a disappointed look on his face. Cornel saw this and, lowering his left wing to the ground, told the child to climb onto his wing, and hold on tightly. The child did as he was told, and held on with all of his might. Cornel started gently flapping his wing up and down, instilling laughter in the child's voice as he cried out his joy from the ride. Everybody at the table watched with similarly child-like amusement.
"Alright Zullu," Raktuk began, "Time to eat." At this, Cornel lowered his wing to let the boy down.
"Okay, Papa." the boy replied upon touching the floor. Immediately, Zullu went to his chair, climbed into it to sit, and began eating the meal his mother had prepared.
A few minutes into the meal, Reena noticed Cornel hadn't eaten any of his food. She gave a questioning look before asking what was wrong. He replied with a low and simple "nothing", but his disposition told her otherwise. She bade him to the living room, excusing herself from the table, then walking to a nearby closed door with which she used to take her leave, disappearing behind the solid brown of the wood. Immediately after, Cornel excused himself, and followed the path Reena had just made. He walked into the dimly lit living room and saw Reena sitting on the tattered couch, motioning for him to sit next to her. He walked to the couch and sat next to the beautiful woman, sinking into the cushion a bit. She began the conversation.
"Cornel, I've been around a while, and I can tell when something's wrong with someone, now what is it?"
He hesitated, and continued his rouse, replying with another, "Nothing."
She gave him a sarcastically menacing look, "Don't lie to me Cornel. Remember, my husband and I are providing your shelter, and we can take it away."
He stared at the floor, running what she'd just said through his mind before deciding that keeping this a secret would do him no good, "It's been too long. Stuck on that damn ship."
"Home-sick?"
"Not quite."
"Space-sick?"
"Sex-sick."
She looked at him with forced shock, which slowly softened to a comforting smile, "Oh, honey, that's perfectly natural. Especially for a hermaphrodite. You have many more ways to be pleasured, which only means the need for that pleasure, builds up much quicker, and becomes much stronger than single-sex beings." The warm smile, suddenly became filled with lust, bursting into a fire in her eyes, "If you need, I can help you with that."
Cornel was shocked at her statement. Even so, he considered accepting her request, but then he remembered she was married, "Mrs. Zhimal, I can't do that to your husband. He's been so kind. And I can't do that to your marriage."
Reena laughed, receiving a surprised look from her guest, "Cornel, Raktuk and I aren't married!"
"What?! But you live together and have a child! How can you not be married."
"Marriage is illegal here. My last name isn't even Zhimal. It's Sarstisch." (Pronounced: Sarsteesh)
Cornel's mind flooded with questions, but he didn't have time to ask a single one due to Reena thrusting herself onto him, pressing her lips to his. She took off her top, never breaking the kiss, letting her large, supple breasts release and press against Cornel's. Cornel's apprehension was immediately released. He let his primal instincts take control. His hands, natural and bionic, grabbed the woman's hips, pulling her closer to him. His hands slid up her smooth, dolphin skin, turning to her front to caress her breasts, his index finger playing with her hardened nipples. She breaks the kiss to tell him to get on the floor. He did as he was told, rolling her off of him, and on to the couch. He got to his knees and looked at Reena, awaiting further command. She told him to lie on his back and take off his pants, he did so, his thick, 10 inch penis forcing it's way out. She turned away from him and rummaged through a drawer in a small desk next to the couch. Pulling out a large, metal dildo, she turned to him and told him to get ready. She strode toward him, and stood over him, looking down at her "prey". She knelt down, leaned over, and began to play with his cock using her tongue. The pleasure Cornel got from this was immense. He felt her mouth envelop his member and begin to stroke it using her lips. This pleasure was abruptly disturbed by an instant of pain coming from his rectum. He felt it stretching open, the cold, slick metal entering him. It hurt horribly, but felt amazing when combined with the simultaneous blow job. He felt Reena sucking precum from his tip, and immediately lapping it away. At the same time, he felt the dildo thrusting in and out of his tight tailhole, periodically exiting and re-entering. All of his sensations combined to create an ultimate pleasure.
Reena heard Cornel's breathing become heavier and felt his cock pulsating much quicker than before. She knew he was about to cum. So she quickly pulled out the dildo fro his tailhole, and pulled her mouth away from his cock, licking the last bit of pre. She got to her hands and knees and lifted her tail, signaling for Cornel to mount and penetrate her awaiting pussy. He leaned on her, wrapping his two forepaws around her torso, and holding her shoulder with his hands. He thrust into her hole and felt immediate pleasure. She was so tight and warm. She made no sign of needing him to be gentle, so he began thrusting as hard as he could. There was a slight friction which was quickly remedied by a mixture of sweat, his precum, and her pussy juices. He thrust faster and faster, both of them knowing he was about to blow. He let out a long grunt before slamming his thick member into her one last time, shooting all that he had deep inside her. He shot so much cum, it began leaking out of her, dripping down his balls, and falling to the floor. He continued small thrust until his last shot of cum, with which, he quickly pulled out, and fell to the floor, exhausted, along with her falling right next to him. She turned her head to him, and kissed him on his lips, followed by praising him for how much better he was than Raktuk in bed. Remembering the two in the kitchen were waiting for them to finish their "talk", Reena and Cornel quickly donned their clothing and rushed back to the kitchen. Entering the room they were met with inquiring, yet knowing eyes.
"That must have been a good talk." Raktuk said with an obvious knowledge of what the two were actually doing.
"Um, yes, um, very... Effective."Cornel stuttered.
"We found out what was wrong with him." Reena said in a very calm tone.
"I can tell. Cornel's forgotten to zip his pants."
Cornel looked down surprised to see his half-hard member hanging out of his uniform pants. He quickly reached down, when he was stopped by Zullu who reassured his that it was okay. "It's how people here normally are." He continued, "You actually look really silly with that clothing. You should take it off. The 3 year old suddenly took on a look that normally only adults know of. Lust.
'Oh shit.'
Part 4: The Norm
Zullu had just dragged Cornel into his room. The room was filled with toys. Not toys one would expect to be in most kids' rooms, but sex toys! He looked down at the boy. Zullu had the body of a typical male child; skinny with just a slightly toned, protruded belly. However, he had the attitude of a sex-crazed adult. Cornel towered over Zullu, to the point he could walk right over the 3 year old without realizing he was there. The boy took advantage of this. He walked underneath him, toward his cock. Looking up at the seemingly giant member hanging down toward him, he told Cornel to kneel down. Cornel complied, and as he knelt he felt his member entering a warm hole. The boy's tongue ran over the member as it went deeper into his mouth and down his throat. He gagged a bit as the member lifted out of his throat and thrust back in. Cornel loved the feeling of this young mouth coating his cock in saliva. The small tongue lapping up every bit of precum. "You've done this before, haven't you kid." Cornel spoke in a low, masterful tone. He felt his cock move back and forth as Zullu nodded "yes" to the statement. Suddenly, the child released his suckling grip of the cock, and allowed it to move in and out of his throat freely. 'Oh God. If this is his throat, I can't wait to feel his asshole.' The thought got Cornel excited to the point of near-climax. He pulled out before he came into the boy mouth. He got onto his side, picked up Zullu, and, holding the boy to his face, licked a drop of precum from his lips. Still holding the boy in mid-air, he brought his hind forward, along with his thick throbbing member. He took off Zullu's pants, further exposing his young five-inch member. He brought boy to his face once again, however, this time his crotch was the part entering Cornel's mouth. Cornel took the young cock into his mouth, running his tongue along the length of the meat. The boy instinctively thrust further into the warm, wet space. Cornel began a light suckle, causing the boy to leak precum onto his tongue. The liquid was warm and very salty. Cornel loved the taste of it. He sucked harder, and thrust his head down to the base of the boy's crotch, feeling the young balls slapping his chin. The boy had a light musk that made Cornel never want the cock to leave his mouth. But his own desires overpowered this feeling. He continued the thrusting until the boy blew his load down Cornel's throat. He savored every last drop of the delicious, salty liquid. He pulled the boy's cock out of his mouth, keeping his lips tight so as not to miss any of the cum. After swallowing the last bit, he told the boy, "Okay, my turn."
Zullu knew exactly what this meant, and releasing himself from Cornel's grip, he made his way to the eagerly awaiting cock. He turned his back to the throbbing member, bent over, and lifted his tail. He backed up to the cock until it pressed against the rim of his tight hole. Cornel took hold of the boys' hips, and pulled him onto the tip of his cock. He felt his tip enter the extremely tight hole, causing Zullu to let out a small, pained grunt. Zullu felt the thick member stretching him as far as he could stand. The pain he felt as Cornel's thick cock slid inside him was nearly unbearable. He felt the thick member's tip push deep inside him until he finally felt his ass touch the base of Cornel's crotch. Cornel tried to be gentle, but Zullu was so tight every movement hurt him. But Cornel couldn't take any more waiting. He HAD to release, and Zullu was going to be his cum bucket. Cornel's thrusting increased, causing a grunt from Zullu with every thrust. The feeling of Cornel's cock rubbing against the rim of his hole, sliding through his bowels, slamming against his small prostate, made Zullu shiver with lust. The pain subsided; Zullu felt only pure pleasure. His young cock spurted precum onto the floor. He didn't want Cornel doing all the work any more. He timed it just right, and started pressing himself toward, and away from Cornel, loving every inch of his thick meat sliding through him. Cornel's cock started throbbing very quickly. His cock had become so hard, every throb nearly lifted Zullu off the ground. His thrusting became harder, and faster. Pre spat from the tip of his cock. The couple moaned in unison. Cornel let out a loud grunt, which became moaning of pure pleasure as he released his load of thick seed deep into the young boy's gut. Zullu felt every spurt of cum shoot inside him. He felt the warmth of the liquid sitting within him, filling him to the brim of explosion. It felt as if he was blowing up. He felt the cum begin to fill, his stomach clearly showed the amount of seed inside him. Cornel shot so much cum into the boy, it caused Zullu to have an instant orgasm. Both of them came in unison; with every cumshot sent into Zullu's body, more came out of his own cock. The floor was plastered white with cum from Zullu's own cock, and the cum dripping from his tight tailhole. Zullu went limp; the only thing holding him up being Cornel's rock-hard cock. The last cumshot out of Cornel's cock, was so powerful, it caused Zullu to slide off and land face-down on the floor. A groan from the young boy's mouth told Cornel he wanted more. So, Cornel moved his head to the boy's tail. He spread Zullu asscheeks, exposing his still-stretched hole, filled with cum which was leaking out. Cornel shoved his face into Zullu's tail-end, lapping up every bit of leaking cum. He shoved his tongue into the seed filled hole, savoring the salty taste of his own cum. With one last lick, he cleaned his young partner of every last drop of cum.
"Y'know, for a kid, you're pretty good at this."
Zullu chuckled before he passed out from exhaustion.
Cornel cleaned himself and the boy before making his way to the living room where Reena and Raktuk were sitting, having a conversation. Raktuk turned to him and smiled, "Did you boys have fun?" he said gesturing to Cornel's still-hard, cum-leaking member. Cornel only blushed and nodded.
"It's okay, Cornel. You don't have to be ashamed. It's perfectly acceptable here. And since it seems like you won't be leaving anytime soon, you can do it as much as you want. With whoever you want. There are no sexual diseases here, and any unwanted children go to good homes."
Cornel smiled. It seemed the rest of his life was left to be lived on this strange planet, and he was okay with that. Food, shelter, sex whenever he wanted. This was his dream life.
Part 5: The End
The title says it all. This is the end of this chapter of Cornel's life.
Hope you Enjoyed!
Dukie Mutt