Fuck You

I follow Alora through the crowd of angry people back to Estelle's shop.

"Thank you, Alora."

"Thank you, Rison. Don't be a stranger to my galaxy," she says, walking away.

I watch her walk back down the dirt path. Her hips swaying sinfully. I take a deep breath and pull my gun out of it's holster, shooting several lasers through the lock of Estelle's shop. I kick open the door and walk across her shop. Then I kick open the door which leads out to the service bays.

“Interesting,” I say, the ramp to my ship was down.

"Where is she, Rhys," I whisper, walking onto my ship.

"In the control room. She is attempting to start the ship."

I silently make my way to the control room.

"If you don't get the fuck out of my ship, I'll carve my initials into your spinal column I swear to God," I say, entering the control room. She stops trying to open a panel and puts her hands up, turning to me.

"You keep surprising me, Rison. First you look better with a dick than without then you actually live through being throw out to the Gorgones... I am throughly impressed," she says.

"Is my ship done?"

"Yeah... it’s been done, dumb ass."

"Awesome, I'll walk you the fuck out then," I say.

I direct her at gunpoint off my ship. I stay on my ships ramp and wait until she is closer to her shop.

"Trota, power ship," I say as my ship hums to life.

Estelle turns around. "Rison, please!!! I need to know how your ship functions!" she yells.

My ship begins to lift off the ground and back out of the service bay.

I hold up the fake cock. "Thank you for a great time on this fucked up planet! I think I'll be keeping this!"

Before she has time to retrieve a weapon of her own, my ship ramp shuts and shoots off. I fall back onto my butt and laugh.

"Fuck her," I say.

I make my way up to the control room and plop down in my chair.

"What the fuck guys! This never, ever needs to happen again," I say, smiling.

"I couldn't agree more," Rhys says.

"Trota, scan ship for tracking device."

"Tracking device found and destroyed," Trota says with a satisfied tone.

"What was Estelle talking about, Rhys? What makes my ship so different?"

The ship stays silent.

"I think that is a talk your aunt needs to have with you,” Rhys says.

I look down at my thighs as a ping of guilt and sadness ripples through me.

“You know I can’t do that, Rhys,” I say to the polished black floor of my ship.

“Maybe a surprise visit will do you both some good… I don’t understand why you humans hold resentment toward each other,” Rhys says, confused.

I shrug, scrolling through my watch for Amanda’s coordinates Amelia had sent me a few days ago.

“It’s a pride thing humans have. Trota, start navigation to these coordinates.” I swipe my finger over my watch face, throwing the hologram of the coordinates on my floating screen above the control panel.

“Maybe it would do you good if you apologized,” Rhys says.

I wave my flaccid cock in the air.

“I’m gonna go fuck random holes on my ship,” I say, unzipping my suit.

“Rison… don’t ignore me,” Rhys sings above me.

“Wanna watch me masturbate?” I say, letting the cock suck onto my pussy.

“And I’m signing off,” Rhys says.

I laugh, melting into bliss as I stroke my new cock.