Rogue Space

Your long red locks of fiery red hair flow behind you as you skip along the rooftops above the bustling streets below, the glow of neon, and roaring sounds of the crowds below mask your movements along the roofs. It's only a small distance to the ground where the people are gathered, taken in by the signs and sounds, the smells of the spiced foods.

Yup, you love a good tourist trap like this, so many fat wallets loaded with the local currency. You'd be able to swap these out for nice clean unmarked credits, you'll lose a big chunk in the exchange, but that's the nature of living on the run.

You stop against a big steel sign looking below, as the crowds, they are all shapes and sizes, Lizard with their varying types of scales and many lizards like features, the Feline Federation, with their cute cat ears and tails, you've always had a soft spot for a girl with cute ears and a tail, the way you make them purr when you get their kitty going.

With another glance around you even spy some species from the outer worlds, the rougher meaner looking races, scavenger types is what they get referred to as a collective, as their races only survived on the scraps they could find so far out. Being ignored and even shunned by the more wealthy and civilized worlds made them tougher and stronger, as they often operated a survival of the fittest.

You silently move further along the rooftops and stop to look at another cluster of people below, to your surprise you spot plenty of dainty Elven, with their pointy ears and impeccable skin and dazzling features, even their regular clothing looked ornamental, which was the norm for the rich tourists. The sight of them triggered some memories within you and you take a moment to reflect on calmer and happier times.

One in particular which still makes you cringe but then smile was when you were enjoying a lucrative night after sneaking into a hotel room which ended up belonging to a visiting dignitary from a wealthy world, and relieved her of some exquisite jewelry which fetched a fine price. Later on that night you were celebrating in a fairly upmarket bar and laid eyes of a delicate Elven, who took one look and you and smiled.

Long story short you ended up sleeping with them and initially you mistook as a female even after the brief conversation, personally you blame being slightly drunk and the fairly gender ambiguous name but It still ended up being a fun night.

Remembering how he tried refuse sex as to not take your maidenhead, without marriage brought a smile to your face. Still you gave him the best blowjob of his life and after making a good show of swallowing his delicious cum, he was putty in his hand and you took him for a the ride of his life. It was like the crowning jewel on that escapade, before you vanished into the night. A good fucking and a good haul, now those are the best nights.

By the time you finish reminiscing the Elven had moved on and you see some classic humans as they are referred to, or at least one of the more politer ways of putting it. Due to various so-called noble houses making long efforts to keep bloodlines pure by not mingling with what they saw as lower species, the normal humans got tarred with the feather of being stiff and arrogant, but the majority of the population were more than happy to intermingle and swap DNA with natives of the new worlds.

You briefly rub your own Elvin ears, the only easily visible reminder of your true heritage from your mothers side. Your mind wanders once more to the bittersweet memories of your own upbringing. Of what almost was and what never could be, before shaking your head. You've been idling for too long now and you need to keep your mind focused and your wits about you.

You nimbly drop down from the rooftops into a quiet alleyway, you barely make any sound as you land, you look down into a puddle you disturbed, it ripples chaotically from your disruption, a metaphor for you really, you smile widely as you watch the puddle settle, you're deep blue eyes staring back into your soft face.

You look almost unnaturally beautiful for a human, another clue to your mother's race, but one that people register but seem unable to question, one of the almost hypnotic qualities of the Elven, they're powers of seduction are almost second to none.

Even with your tall athletic form, and smaller perky B cup boobs, you manage to seduce almost as well, although you're gifted with some amazing curves accentuated by your height, as you tower over most girls at 6" especially the shorter Elven men and women, you also have an ass to die for the classic heart shaped ass, that so many people try taking the black market body mods to try and attain.

Your tall slender frame helps you in your line of work, it allows you to squeeze into small windows and slip by without making much sound and your flexible frame helping you crouch down and mold into the shadows when need. Your fine physique in addition with your slightly hypnotic beauty, your quick fingers, and even quicker mind was a perfect formula to allow you to make a living by relieving people of goods and money they didn't need after all you focused on the rich who would just spend of nick-knacks and other luxuries and likely wouldn't have to work to replace what you take.

You used to run with a street gang local to the nearest district to your house on your home world, where you picked up all your tricks. You learnt how to creep and stay silent and hidden, you also learnt the tips and tricks for most security locks outside the hi-tech locks of the upper classes, and even those can be cracked with the right equipment, you learnt how to evade most facial recognition software use by the law enforcement to keep a beady eye on the masses via their many cameras.

You even learned how to lie to someone's face without looking guilty or suspicious, you also learned how to run fast when people caught you, and finally they taught you how you could get yourself out of trouble by using your body to your advantage. You sucked a lot of dicks, and eaten out a lot of women after you ran away from home as you continued to learn your craft, but now thankfully it's been years since you've had to offer sexual favors for freedom, favors, and information, however, is something you're happy to consider depending on the person.

Yup, you're a modern day rogue, seeing what the galaxy has to offer, as you try to put as much distance between you and home as possible.

Rain begins to fall as you look up as clouds cover the twin moons, obscuring the magnificent pale white glow with purple tinted clouds, you raised the hood on your travelers cloak, a fairly standard robe that covers the head and body, it's not very flattering, but it doesn't restrict movement, and beyond its protection from weather it makes a fine distraction when thrown towards pursuers, as you sprint down a steel plated roads, looking for an escape route.

You feel at home in a good cloak, you're not sure if it the nostalgia of running with your friends in the street gang as you grew up, or the comfort of pulling the hood over your head as you blend into the crowds, hell maybe it's just a the classic look to a rogue, that makes you giggle as you think back to the fantasy novels of grand adventure you remember your mom reading when you only just old enough to remember. You reckon it's your mother you got your wanderlust from, between the stories she read you or the adventures you read she had in her diary, which she left to you after she passed.

You slip out into the crowds, who all have thrown on cloaks or raised a weather shields if they were rich enough, you smiled to yourself, you love it when the wealthy make themselves so easy to spot. You tail a human couple for a few minutes, the shield was your first give away, but the way they walked was your second clue, the way the looked down on the rest of the crowds.

The shields cackled above them as the rain struck off it, they stopped to look at a stall offering some spice meats, the Lizardman on the stall was giving them a fine display of showmanship to encourage them to spend. He has a big smile on his scaled face, the rain making his green scales glisten under the purple glow of his shop sign, you almost feel sad for him, as you pocket the wads of paper from the humans wallet, you like to imagine you did him a favor though, you decide to take a nice squeeze of the human woman shapely ass as you returned the man's wallet, you hear her let out a flirtatious giggle as overhearing her whisper for them to get back to their ship. You might have robbed the man blind, but at least now he'll have a fonder memory of the night.

You slink away back into the crowds, and settle into a stall that sold food, you slipped out some of the notes you took, they all have pictures of famous landmarks of this planet, you slide the notes to the Brutish-looking orc behinds the counter, and point up to the picture over his right shoulder, or the mass of muscle that his right shoulder might live under.

He grunts back at you and spoons up some brown meaty looking slush onto a plate, with a side of something that might be this planet's equivalent for bread. You tear a small chunk off and dip it into the slush, and take a bite, the flavor is less than pleasant, but its sustenance, and you learned early on into your journey after running away not to turn your nose up at food, as you might not get to eat again for a long time.

You wordlessly consume the food in front of you, and just as you finish you hear a commotion from up the way you came, you look over to see the human couple, as well as some uniformed officers.

'Damn I thought I'd have more time than this, was the money marked you wonder?' You think to yourself as you stand up and slowly walk away from the stand. You see most people don't bother to mark the money for tourist worlds as it only lasts a few days, but every once in a while you come across some over protective or paranoid person who actually gets their money marked, so they can track it if it's stolen.

The mark can only be washed off by a registered trader with special equipment, or a craft fence who'll scrub it clean, although with law enforcement so close you decide not to risk it, and drop it into an unsuspecting tourists bags as you walk past. You hurry away towards the place you've been squatting, only to find law enforcement outside of it too.

It quickly begins to look like you've overstayed your welcome on this rock, you can be the most talented thief or pickpocket in all the sector, but it doesn't take a genius to start watching the abandoned buildings when too many crimes get reported. You might be able to sneak in, but you travel light for a reason, with all the affects that truly matter to you, already on your person.

You slink away down a set of alley ways and take to the rooftops again, but at a much slower pace, due to them now being slick with rain. You slowly steal away in the rainy night, making your way to the spaceport to seek passage at the freighter bars to move on. This is your life, running from planet to planet, stealing what you can to get by and have your fun.

It's been too long since you last had a good enough haul to have a night on the town that ended in comfy bed with the company of a nice man or woman.

You weren't too pick of race, they all had they're quirks and kinks, although living the free lifestyle you do means that medical care is something you only afford if you ge really sick or badly injured. So you've always had to be really careful when sleeping with the men, especially the more brutish ones, as pregnancy prevention medicine were somewhat rarer outside of government sectors, so went for a premium.That is if you wanted the real deal, sure you could chance it with the local remedies but, you couldn't be sure if it'd work or have some horrible side effect.

You heard rumors once of a planet where a back alley doctor was actually passing fertility boosting remedies as pregnancy preventatives. You do have a few spare pills and they do cover you a good while, maybe a week or two depending on the strength. You always felt you had to make the most of it when you took one, and it's so rare to find a stranger who's able to keep up with your appetite. At least with your spare pills you’d be covered on a passage off world if you have to travel on your back so to speak.

You finally reach the ports, and the strong smell of exhaust fumes fill your nose, it repulses most people but you enjoy it, it smells of opportunity, you head into a nearby bar and fence the last few stolen trinkets from your earlier exploits, and secure enough money to pay for passage to a new planet, with a ship captain that might not even try and themselves on you.

You look around at the tables and try and spy a captain and your eyes are initially drawn to a woman in a black and red jumpsuit, she has it zipped down to reveal her ample cleavage, and she has her arms around two women which you suspect are hired by the bar to keep patrons happy and entertained, not to dissimilar to the hostess from the Japanese culture of the old world.

You discard your robe, and start to adjusting your own clothes, you are wearing a tight black top of smart fiber, you start to tug at the smart fiber which opens a small window above your perky b cup breasts you also shorten the length of your top to show off your flat stomach, you also shorten the arms completely so the top now resembles a much sexier sleeveless top.

You then repeat the process to your legs, fairly plain black leggings, which you recolor red with a small amount of dye, and manage to reshape the entire thing into a sexily short mini skirt. Showing off your long shapely legs, finally, you swish your hair to give it a nice shape running down to your shoulders.

Now that you're suitably sexy you slowly leave the locals that saw you changing your outfit to pick their jaws off the ground, you decide to tease them by looking back over your shoulder and blowing them a kiss, you could almost swear the table shifted as their combined erections hit the underside.