Space Pilot - Part 3

This feeling of painful pressure slowly subsides. Despite her fear and discomfort, the pilot grows tired and drifts off into a beautiful dream. She sees green meadows with flowers, clear streams and dense forests. She can almost smell the flowers, taste the clear water and almost feel the wind blowing across the land on her skin.

She hovers above it all. She enjoys the rays of the sun and feels hungry. She floats gently down to the flowers, the bushes and the creek. The fruits in the bushes smell too tempting to resist. She eats, levitates, and eats again when she's hungry.

Day after day. One day she floats down between rocky cliffs. She feels the hard rock on her back as she awkwardly touches down and falls. Immediately, an animal comes darting out of a cave and grabs her legs, pulling her apart.

The pilot reacts in a flash and forces her legs together, wrapping them around the animal's body and squeezing her legs together with all her might. She hears bones breaking and life suddenly leaving the animal. She frees herself with difficulty, pushes the animal away, then she loses her strength... When she opens her eyes again, she first has to get her bearings. Not a rock on which she lies but a cage floor is under her.

No suns just some lamps on the ceiling of a hall. Her memories of her crash, Verne, the wilderness and her capture are slowly coming back. And that animal in her too. She widens her eyes and looks down at herself.

Her stomach is swollen, but what scares her even more is the fact that she has one of those bird creatures between her legs. It doesn't move and lies very still. Horrified, the pilot draws her legs up. 'I killed it in a dream!' runs through her mind.

'But how long did this dream last? What have they done to me?' Then she sees the open cage door. 'The way to freedom!' she thought. With difficulty and in pain, she crawls past the dead man. She moves out of the cage as quietly as possible.

She struggles to suppress a cry of pain as she sits up in the passage between the cages. Every movement seems unfamiliar and her stiff muscles protest painfully with every movement. 'Pull yourself together!' she admonishes herself. 'You have to get out of here!' The pilot sneaks between the cages towards the door.

Through a gap she can see that there is no light outside. "Today has to be my lucky day!" she murmurs under her breath as she squeezes through the door to the outside. In the yard, a few dim lamps cast an eerie light. Taking advantage of the dark shadows, she sneaks around the building, away from this place of torment.

Around this yard tall plants grow close together in a field. Using this cover, the pilot runs away from the buildings as fast as she can. She runs in the direction she last saw Verne. 'Maybe he left a sign for me, or maybe he's looking for me!' she hopes. She runs and runs.

Eventually she left the field, but she keeps running. Only when morning slowly dawns does she almost collapse from exhaustion. With the last of her strength she hides in a bush near a stream, then she faints. The suns were already high in the sky when the pilot woke up with a sharp pain in her neck.

She is cold and everything around her is wet. Her body is covered in a slimy layer of colorful leaves, which she tries to rub off her body as she crawled out from under the bush. But these wet leaves cannot be removed. She is also surprised to find that her stomach is flat again.

"What...where is that thing?" Panicked, she turns in a circle and lets her eyes wander over the surroundings. Turning them loosens the leaves. To her surprise, she finds that the foliage forms a kind of wet coat that hangs from her back and puffs up as she twists. A moment ago she felt battered and infinitely tired, but now she is gripped by an elation that doesn't seem appropriate given her situation.

Another excruciating pain shoots up her back, forcing her to her knees. You're almost out of breath. Panting, she wants to reach for her back, but the leaf coat is in her way. She grabs it and tugs, but realizes with horror that she feels the tug as if she were tugging at her finger.

Another wave of pain rushes through her body, closely followed by more. She screams and throws herself on her back but it doesn't do her any good. It only makes the pain worse. Again she lies exhausted on the floor.

With difficulty, she rolls onto her stomach to make the pain a little more bearable. She stayed like that for almost an hour. The leaves on her body are slowly drying and she feels the warmth of the sun. No more pain.' She smiles as she straightens up. She slowly wants to get up, but suddenly it's as if someone is picking her up and she literally jumps up.

"What?" she calls out in surprise while looking around for her helper. But there is nobody. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the coat still hanging on her. Now she nearly cranes her neck trying to stare at her back and see the coat that's centered on her back.

The “mantle” reaches high over her head to her ankles. She wants to turn again and spread her arms to grab him when the "cloak" suddenly gapes open. "Wha...wa...what? NO! No, that can't be!' she screams, almost panicking. "That is not true.

What did they do to me?” Wings jut out to the left and right of her. Transparent, they shimmer in the colors of the rainbow in the light of the sun. She feels the wind catching in her wings and playing with them. When a gust comes and almost knocks them over, the wings fold again.

Startled, the pilot realizes that the wings are not folding, but that she has folded the wings together. 'It's as if I wanted to raise an arm!' she remarks, suddenly interested. As an experiment, she concentrates on spreading her wings and is surprised at how easy it is for her to do so. 'Open, close, open, close...' she repeats mentally.

Her rhythm gets faster and faster, then she suddenly jumps and lies four meters away from where she was before on her stomach. "Oops!" she laughs. "Can I really fly with these things?" Again she feels exhilarated, a kind of pride and confidence. These feelings aren't hers though, more like a distant thought. She shakes her head, but this strange feeling remains.

Suddenly she has the images of her dream during captivity before her eyes again. The flowers, the meadows and the beautiful landscapes. Then the images change and she sees herself. The whole picture is blurry and the colors aren't right, but she knows it's her.

Or at least her legs. She groans as she realizes what she's seeing. 'That's what the caterpillar saw in me when it left me,' she realizes. The animal slowly pushes itself between her thighs, over her bottom and onto her back.

There it hangs just below the neck on her back and remains there. 'And like a butterfly from the earth, the caterpillar changes into a butterfly. Only here the time as a puppet is much shorter and the animal is a symbiont.', she realizes what has happened. 'The pain earlier was the connections to my spinal nerves.

But what does the animal benefit from if I carry it around or if I have wings now?’ As if in response, she feels tentacles slowly spreading out over her body, starting from the middle of her back. The tentacles slide gently over her bare skin. They push themselves under her arms, which are pressed against her body, and reshape the ribs.

They nestle tightly under her breasts, on whose nipples the rings are still hanging, and connect at the end of the sternum. The pilot watches in fascination as the tentacles slide up between her breasts and part again to wrap around her firm breasts left and right. More tentacles slide down her back and come forward above and below her shoulders to connect with those on her chest. Others slide down their backs, wrapping themselves around their waists.

The pilot comes close to panic again as the tentacles weave through between her legs to slide back up her back as a strand into her buttocks. But a calming feeling spreads in her head again. She now watches almost amused as the cord separates between her legs and winds along the left and right of the labia. "Hm, looks almost like my bikini bottoms, only tighter!" she says loudly. From the strands around her waist, offshoots slide down the front and back of her legs to her ankles.

Smaller offshoots then connect the front strands to the back strands. The same happens on her arms, only here the strands emanate from a collar that wraps around her neck. 'Like I have an exoskeleton!' the pilot thinks while looking at the black strands on her body. Then the growth of the tentacles stops.

"What's next?" she asks loudly, as if referring to the animal on her back. “Will I grow extra arms or legs. Maybe a few feelers?” But nothing of the sort happens. She only feels how the strands that enclose her body so tightly slowly harden.

Her breasts are slightly lifted and pushed apart. She's standing there now as if she's actively trying to push out her breasts and show them off. The strands between her legs remain softer, but she notices how more small strands have spread over her labia. She walks awkwardly to the bank of the creek and in the still water looks at herself.

She spreads her wings and realizes they resemble those of a dragonfly. Four individual wings that are transparent but refract light in all colors of the spectrum. Her body is surrounded by the strands, but the pilot thinks they don't look bad. 'Hmm, how am I supposed to be able to wear clothes there?' she asks herself.

Then she squats down to look at the web on her labia. She sees small soft strands lying on her labia and clinging to them as if with small suction cups. She runs her hand between her legs and strokes them. 'Oh, that feels good!' she thinks.

She slowly continues to rub her labia, feels the fine strands and tugs at them. Every touch makes her moan with delight. Her movements intensify, and she can't resist slipping a finger into her increasingly hot vagina. She gently presses against the labia as they are pulled aside by the small strands.

Now her pleasure column gapes wide and she can play with her pleasure pearl. "This is crazy!" she moans. "Why is that? Oh, I'm so wet and it feels so good...oh yeah...yes...!" The tugging in her hot cunt gets stronger and stronger until her tension erupts with loud moans. Surprised at the intensity of her feelings, she sits on the bank of the creek for a moment. Then she slowly straightens up.

Her vagina is still held open by the small tentacles. Calmly, the pilot tries to focus on the tentacles to relax them, but is unsuccessful. Suddenly she feels something pushing down through her buttocks. She squats down again and watches.

A small trunk slowly glides through her crotch and begins to dab gropingly over the wet labia. Every touch is accompanied by a small smacking sound and triggers wonderful feelings in the pilot. Not a millimeter is left out, the snout even penetrates a little into her vagina. Then it pulls back a little and the pilot is surprised when a small, flexible tongue comes out of the trunk.

This finds its way to the exit of the urethra and stimulates the pilot there. Soon she can no longer control herself and lets the jet run. Like a folded umbrella, the small trunk opens up and lies firmly over the opening from which the jet erupts. The pilot can feel the trunk sucking on her, demanding more and more and the fine tongue irritating her.

When the jet ends, the proboscis detaches, dabs everything, and retreats. The tentacles on her labia also relax and close the entrance to her lust channel again. 'Actually practical!' she thinks. 'Now I don't have to look for a toilet anymore!' A full and happy feeling pervades her.

'Aha, so that's my part in this symbiosis. I get wings and you have a food source. Okay, well, I'm fine with that.' Straightening up, she finds that the previously black strands across her body have now turned a green-blue tint. They now also shimmer like the wings, only they are not transparent.

The pilot is still completely engrossed in the sight of her new "outfit" so that the attack takes her completely by surprise. Suddenly a rope is wrapped around her neck and strong clawed hands enclose her wrists. The pilot screams in shock, then tries to tear herself away from an attacker. The two bird creatures are surprised at the fierceness of their resistance, because they actually manage to free themselves from the clawed grips. With a jerk she tears free and jumps back a sentence.

Their wings beat violently and produce a deep, loud humming sound. The two bird creatures attack again, but the pilot dodges in a flash and suddenly stands behind the two creatures. Without thinking about it, she lunges forward and kicks one of the creatures in the back. The kick is so strong that the creature stumbles and falls awkwardly to the ground.

Without putting a foot on the ground, the pilot turns in the air and faces the second attacker. Before the creature can react, the pilot also kicks this creature to the ground before she puts a few meters distance between herself and the attackers and lands back on the ground. 'I can fly!' she cheers inwardly while loudly challenging the attackers. "Come on you two ugly critters.

Now you're getting your revenge. Although I should almost be grateful to you. But the species wasn't nice, no, no.” The creatures clatter their beaks excitedly, then separate and try to avoid the pilot, attacking from both sides at once. As they both rush at her, she jumps up and dodges them.

She is behind one of them in a flash and grabs him by his skinny neck. With an angry growl, the beat of her wings intensifies and she lifts the helplessly kicking creature into the air. She wants to hurl her victim at the other attacker. But surprised by her own speed, she misjudges and all three twirl in a tangle of wings, arms and legs.

It takes a while for the pilot to collect herself. But these few moments are enough for the bird creatures, who got up faster. Together they pounce on the pilot and hit her. Her sharp clawed hands keep hitting the strands that surround the pilot's body like armor.

Angrily, the pilot hits with her fist. Her armored knuckles slam into the avian creature's chest, and she feels some of the creature's bones snap. With a shrill scream, the creature lets go of her. The other attacker is distracted by his friend's screams of pain and only reacts when it's too late.

With a loud hiss, a wing slices through the air, striking the creature in the arm. The momentum of the hit spins the creature around on its own axis while it screams loudly. His broken arm hangs down at an impossible angle. Like an avenging angel, the pilot hovers in the air in front of the two.

Their wings hum and carry them frantically back and forth. "Well, do you want another round?" she asks scornfully. Then she suddenly hovers in front of you, as if about to attack again. Horrified, the two battered figures retreat. But the pilot just wants to scare them.

Roaring loudly, she repeats the game a few times until the frightened bird creatures flee. Laughing, the pilot swings into the evening sky. She flies back and forth exuberantly, turns in circles or makes a loop. 'Every time I do extreme maneuvers or go very fast, the exoskeleton stiffens,' she notes.

'It's as if it wants to protect me so I don't get hurt by the sudden changes in direction. Interesting!' After some time she gets tired and she looks for a place to sleep. She is surprised to find that her flying practice carried her further towards where she was separated from Verne. She still flies around searching, then she has found the former resting place of the bird creature.

Clumsily she lands on the rock and in the light of the setting sun she sees that Verne must have carved an inscription into the rock. 'Who else should be able to master our writing here?' she thinks to herself. Awkwardly it says: I waited 6 weeks. Met men/people.

Am with them north => sunrise. village in the mountains. Follow us! "Six weeks? Was I gone for so long?” she blurts out. "Okay, I'll follow Verne. I should be able to find her quickly by flying.” For her safety, she hovers on the highest rocks, where she curls up in a hollow. She wrapped her wings around her for warmth and soon fell asleep. The pilot is awakened by the first warm rays of the sun. She stretches and levitates off the boulder to the ground.

She searches the ground and cave again for more clues, but finds nothing. With a little hop she soars up into the morning sky. Your path leads straight north. Seeing a lake below, she lands gently on the green shore.

Nearby she discovers a bush with berries. Only now does she realize how hungry she is. She lands softly next to the bush. As she reaches out to the berries to pick and eat some, the thought makes her very uncomfortable.

She tries to ignore her feelings, but this feeling intensifies. Then she understands. Her symbiote warns her not to eat these berries. 'It's kind of like a poison detector!' she says.

'Thank you!' A wave of pleasant sensations washes through her mind. She smiles and turns to the lake. The dirt marks of their flight and their fight are still visible on their skin. 'Can I swim with these wings?' she wonders. She listens to herself, but she gets no answer to her question.

Shrugging, she walks back to the lake shore. Some distance from the shore she sees some fish jumping out of the water. 'I would have to have a fishing rod or a net, then there would be an opulent breakfast today,' she thinks sadly. She slowly goes into the water.

It is cold. Goosebumps spread over her body, but she goes further in. She puts her arms in the water, scoops up some of the cold liquid and rubs her body. As the cold water trickles over her breasts, her nipples erect.

Plucking, she plays with the rings and massages her breasts, which are supported by the exoskeleton and are full and plump. Her gentle massage, the cold water and her play with the stiff nipples make her feel a pleasurable pulling between her legs. Slowly her cold hands glide over her warm skin, over her taut stomach and to her hot labia. With a soft sigh, she feels her labia gape again.

Gently massage her fingers over her warm pink inside. She plays with her fingers on her little pleasure pearl and rubs her labia. As if by itself, a finger slides deeper and presses into her hot, wet lust channel. Surprised, she realizes how wet it is inside her and begins to satisfy herself with slow, rhythmic movements.

After a short time, her movements become more and more violent and her breath comes in fits and starts. She pulls her wet finger out of her hot hole and rubs the warmth over her stiff nipples. She clearly feels the contrast between the cool morning air, the cold water and the warm juice from her vagina. She enjoys every touch as if it wasn't her fingers playing with her nipples.

She has to think about Verne again and how she woke up next to him in the morning. It's kind of nice to think of Verne. She imagines he's here now, petting her. His strong hands would massage her breasts, his nimble fingers tugging at her nipples.

During these dreams, the pilot begins to massage and caress herself more and more violently. Her wet vagina is almost leaking and suddenly she feels something squeezing through her buttocks and penetrating her from behind. Her fingers are gently pushed away from her pleasure pearl and her symbiote's small snout begins to do the work of her fingers. He penetrates her deeply, deeper than her fingers could have done.

This feeling is indescribably beautiful for the pilot. The flexible proboscis thrusts into her, retracts, thins and widens, sometimes filling her, sometimes just feeling something slide into her. Now she's massaging her breasts with both hands. Her thoughts wander far in her dreams, imagining Verne would be with her now and would spoil her like that.

Her tension increases with every thrust. The tugging in her becomes more and more violent. Just a few more thrusts and she moans her climax into the morning. The snout then gently lays itself over her vagina again and she feels the thin tongue licking it off.

That feeling makes her cum all over again. The climax breaks out of her again. Out of sheer lust she lets herself fall backwards into the cold water. Shocked and spluttering, the pilot gets to her feet again. But the cold isn't all that uncomfortable.

Her body is still glowing with pleasure. She runs a little into the deeper water and with an elegant dive she dives into the cool waters. With powerful strokes, she dives a few meters, then she comes back to the surface. As a test, she flaps her wings cautiously and is surprised that this works.

She had expected the wings to stick to her body, heavy and unusable, like a fly on its native soil. But even here in the water the wings shine and not a drop can stay on them. Treading water, it pushes itself far enough out of the refreshing water and then lifts itself out completely, flapping its wings. High-spirited, she zigzags across the lake to the middle.

Then she climbs a few meters and drops headfirst back into the water. When she opens her eyes, she can see shadows of some large fish swimming beneath her. The pilot tries to dive deeper and grab one of the fish, but they snap their fins and throw themselves out of range. Disappointed, the pilot reappears to catch her breath.

She turns on her back and looks at the clouds in the sky. She lies on the water with almost no effort. The wings form a cross under her and she automatically rows something with them to move in the water. 'Hey, can this also be done under water?' she wonders.

She quickly rolls onto her stomach and dives. Under water she tries to make the same movements as when she is flying, but she quickly realizes that she is not making good progress that way. She does a few strokes and tries to support them with her wings. The result exceeds their expectations.

It's like being pushed through water. Their body stiffens in such a way that their legs and feet function like a tail fin. With her arms she shifts the pressure point and thus supports steering. The harder its wings beat, the faster it gets.

Bewildered, she darts past a few fish before realizing that at this rate, she might be able to catch a few. She steers up to catch her breath and with her momentum she breaks through the surface. Its own momentum carries it several meters up and at the highest point it spreads its wings and hovers over the lake. "Yeah, wow," sounds her excited cry across the lake.

This game with the elements puts you in a real frenzy. Again she zigzags across the lake, diving here and there, only to travel some distance underwater and then break through the surface again and repeat the game. Then she spots a school of medium to large fish in the shallower water and hovers just above them for a moment before pouncing on the school. She grabs the fish, but they cleverly avoid her.

Determined to catch a fish, she chases after the animals and after several attempts, she finally caught a big one. "Breakfast!" she exclaims enthusiastically and flies to the shore. She quickly kills the fish and then gathers firewood. With some effort, she manages to kindle a small smoking fire.

A flat stone serves as a knife and the pilot, disgusted, begins to gut the fish. She then impales him on a stick and holds him over the fire. Her patience is put to the test before she can finally bite the hot fish. But she tastes wonderful. She bites into the meat with relish and the warm fat drips onto her breasts and runs down her body.

She wants to wipe herself off and gets annoyed at her clumsiness, then laughs inwardly. 'Hahaha, I'm naked. Just let it go, then I'll just jump into the lake again!' Without bothering about the juice, she finishes her meal until only bones remain. She looks thoughtfully at the remains.

The backbone of the fish is only slightly curved and looks very stable. "Hm, that can make a great knife if I can get the bone sharpened," she murmurs to herself. With some effort, she breaks off the bones on the side until she is only holding a long piece of bone in her hand, one of them Two strong bone spines are left at the end. With two stones, she works the bone so that it is flattened on two sides and the pilot gets a blade.

The bone now looks like a light-colored dagger with a crossguard over the handle. She finds a branch and makes a simple handle out of the wood by splitting the branch and wrapping the halves around the end of the bone and fastening them with plant fibers. "It looks quite useful!" she says proudly. "But how am I supposed to carry that thing with me all the time?" She takes more plant fibers and uses them to tie a belt into which she sticks her knife.

But the knife rubs against her leg and she almost cuts herself. "That will not do. I need a knife sheath, or at least a suitable base for the blade to protect my leg.” She removes the bark from a young tree and punches a few holes in the upper end of the piece of bark with the knife. When she then attaches it to her belt, she finds that the pad stays in place, but the knife keeps shifting.

Frustrated, she sits down on the gravel and thinks about how she can improve the construction. 'I can't keep the blade in place with plant fibers, the blade is too sharp for that. A metal clip would do the trick.' Her thoughts are circling. Suddenly she knows how to solve the problem.

With trembling fingers she grabs the ring on her nipple and twists it a little. She is relieved to see that he can be cranked up. She quickly removed the rings from her nipples. She deftly bends open the rings and bends them so that she can create a bracket out of them.

"So far so good! Now I'm going to clean myself up and then on to the north.” The day has already progressed further as a result of her work on the dagger. With a powerful leap, the pilot throws herself into the air and flies back over the lake, diving briefly to clean herself and then heading north toward the distant mountains. After three days of unsuccessful searches, the pilot has still found no sign of Verne and the village mentioned. Now she's hovering over a deer trail again, trying to see if people might have walked this path.

But she can find no trace. The path winds through gorges and ends at a cave. She lands curiously and approaches the cave with her dagger drawn. 'She would actually be a great shelter!' she thinks to herself. 'I hope it's uninhabited!' She had hardly finished her thought when a huge lizard hissed loudly out of the shadows in the cave.

Her six legs sling loose rock to the side as she charges at the pilot. With a terrified cry and a hasty flapping of her wings, the pilot wants to get to safety, but the lizard jumps up and catches the pilot on the lower leg. The lizard's jaw snaps shut with a crash and only the hard exoskeleton saves the pilot from losing her leg. The lizard's teeth bite into its muscle as the two smash the rocky floor.

The impact knocks the air out of the pilot's lungs and she feels dizzy as the monster lets her go, only to launch another attack on her exposed neck. More by instinct and sheer will to survive, the pilot turns sideways and jabs at the lizard with her dagger. The bone blade hits the scales of the lizard hard. Surprised by the resistance and the pain, the animal gives up its attack.

The pilot struggles to her feet and limps slightly out of the animal's reach. The two opponents eye each other suspiciously. Blood oozes from the wound the pilot inflicted on the lizard. On the other hand, she feels her own injury bleeding much more violently.

'I can't fly away, then the beast will snatch me out of the air again!' Her thoughts race. 'This has to find a positive end for me quickly, otherwise I'll bleed to death!' With the courage of desperation she attacks the lizard. The dagger outstretched and with all the strength she can muster, the pilot, carried on her wings, shoots towards the lizard. This attack comes as a complete surprise to the animal.

It wants to yank its head to one side, but it's too late for that. The dagger penetrates deep into the lizard's eye. Ignoring her own pain and disgust, the pilot thrusts her arm into the lizard's eye until the dagger reaches the animal's brain. Suddenly the animal stands very still.

The pilot withdraws her arm and hovers over the battlefield. A tremor runs through the animal's body, then the front pair of legs collapses. Another twitch and the animal falls onto its side. In the last twitches, the legs kick out, then the animal lies still under the pilot.

She cautiously hovers closer, ready to flee should the creature attack again despite her injury. But the animal is dead. The pilot lands next to the animal, but her leg gives out and she falls to the ground. "Argh! Shit, that hurts!” she cried out in pain before losing consciousness.

A babble of voices wakes the pilot from her unconsciousness. Slowly she remembers what happened and her eyes widen and she wants to sit up abruptly. But something is holding her on the pad she is lying on and a throbbing pain runs through her leg. "Stay where you are, pilot or whoever or whatever you are!", she hears a familiar voice behind her. The pilot turns her head and sees Verne standing in the doorway of the cabin she is lying in.

"Verne! I've finally found you!”, again she tries to get up, but again she doesn't succeed. Now she sees why. She is tied to a bed with ropes. "Pilot, is that really you?" Verne asks uncertainly as he approaches the tied woman.

"Yes, damn it! Verne, I'll tell you everything, just please untie me!” Verne shakes his head sadly. "I am not allowed to do this. I must abide by the chief's rules while I am a guest here. But I will examine your wounds. They just let me see you.!” The pilot nods. The excitement of finding Verne gives way to the certainty of being safe for now. She relaxes again and slumps on the bed. Verne removes the bandages to examine her leg.

He grunts with satisfaction, then puts the bandages back on. The pilot feels his hands stroking the exoskeleton, touching her skin next to it. His fingers keep wandering over her legs. He pauses at her thighs for a moment, then she feels him stroking the tentacle-closed labia lips.

The pilot lets out a slight sigh. Verne's fingers continue to wander over her body, caressing her stomach, wandering up to her breasts. He carefully taps her nipples, which have slightly erected. The pilot sighs again with her eyes closed.

Becoming braver, Verne begins to knead her breasts. Every touch irritates the pilot, but at the same time unsettles her. She opens her eyes and looks at Verne. But he doesn't look at her, instead he looks directly between her legs while continuing to massage her breasts with one hand.

"Oh, Verne, don't look at me like that!" the pilot begs. But Verne just shakes his head. "The chief said I should examine you and then tell you if you are the one I told you about or if you are someone else. That's why I'm going to examine you!” Suddenly the pilot feels Verne's fingers playing on her labia.

"No, Verne!" she calls out.

"Stop that please. It's me, believe me! Please don't do that!” But Verne doesn't stop. His fingers are still playing around the pilot's labia. She tugs at her bonds, tries to free herself, but she is at the mercy of Verne's finger play.

She keeps begging him to stop, but Verne won't budge. His touches become more and more intense. The pilot's resistance also becomes more and more half-hearted, because she begins to enjoy the play of her fingers. Suddenly Verne lets out a surprised sound.

The pilot tries to close her legs or bring a hand over her sheath, but she's tied too tight. She knows why Verne is so surprised. Her pussy lips have been pulled aside by the symbiote and now Verne can see her wet pink flesh fully. After recovering from his surprise, Verne taps her pleasure pearl carefully.

The pilot groans against her will. Verne taps her sensitive spot again and the pilot groans. Verne gently lets his fingertip circle around her pleasure center. With every touch, the pilot rears up with pleasure and pushes her pelvis towards Verne as far as her bondage allows.

Then she feels Verne pushing a finger into her vagina. His finger slowly slides deeper and deeper until the rest of his fingers touch her pleasure pearl. Just as slowly he pulls his finger out again. "No, Verne, put it back in, please!" she begs, looking up at him.

In the twilight of the hut she can clearly see how his member sticks out from his body. While he plays with one hand again on her warm and humid cleft, he caresses his strong shaft with the other hand. In the same rhythm as he strokes his shaft, he thrusts his finger into the pilot's gaping vagina. The sight of Verne stroking herself and her feeling his fingers in her vagina makes the pilot tremble.

Her breathing is getting heavier and her moans are getting louder. Then Verne withdraws his fingers and climbs onto their lair. He carefully lies down on her and before she can ask unsure what he's up to, he thrusts his stiff shaft into the hot and wet canal between her legs. First she wants to cry out and protest, but then she moans loudly.

Verne moves inside her with powerful thrusts. The feeling surpasses anything that the pilot has experienced before. She wants to push herself against Verne, but the shackles prevent her from doing so. Verne supports himself with his arms and pushes his pelvis forward rhythmically again and again.

His heavy breathing gives way to moans and labored gasps. He becomes faster and faster in his movements. The pilot feels her hot muscle pressing around Verne's shaft, feels something squirting into her vagina. Verne's warm breath on sweaty skin sends shivers down her skin.

In her ecstasy she wants to hug Verne, feel him even deeper inside her. With a loud bang, the ropes snap as the pilot spreads her wings as the wave of her climax overcomes her. With her hands she presses Verne onto her pelvis and pushes him even deeper into her. After a few more pushes, however, Verne collapses on top of her. "Oh, Verne!" she moans.

"What was that?" Verne rolls off her and looks at her. “If I'm honest, doing this on earth is punishable by death. It is the animal form of procreation that is forbidden on earth. The BIG TABUOO! You've certainly heard a thing or two behind closed doors, I assume.

Well, it used to be said that it was sex!” Verne explains, blushing and avoiding the pilot's eyes. "THAT is the BIG TABUOO?" she blurts out. "Verne, do you know what you did to me? I could or should kill you right here and now!” Tears fill her eyes and she turns away from Verne. Her shoulders tremble as she shakes from a fit of crying.

Slowly Verne approaches and with all the courage he can muster, he takes the pilot in his arms. He talks to her soothingly. After a while, the pilot recovered. "Explain to me why you did this to me!", she asks him quietly. "This is how a man claims a woman for himself!", he explains gently.

“The men find a woman, kidnap her from her village, and then perform this mating ritual. Sometimes this happens voluntarily, i.e. the woman allows herself to be kidnapped, but sometimes it is also a violent act. If another man wants to assert his claim to the woman, he must defeat the other man in a fight and then prove that he is which is better for the woman. She then decides whether she wants it or stays with the previous one.” “You mean you claim me now?” asks the pilot.

"Yes!" says Verne sheepishly. "I had to do it. Excuse me, pilot, but that's what the men expect of me. Otherwise someone else would have laid claim to them.

When I met the tribe I tried to explain to them who I am and what I want. You understood that I came across the sea on a ship from a distant country, where I kidnapped you. This is how the locals explain our different skin color. Then we were attacked and I tried to free you.

Now, three days ago, when we found you in the mountains next to the dead clawed lizard, I said that you were my mate. I rushed to you and picked you up.” Verne smiles sheepishly. "Go on, Verne! I'm excited to see how it turns out!” the pilot asks him. "So," Verne begins again.

“I laid claim to you before any other man could. Now, of course, all the tribesmen expected me to finish it too. Oh yeah, did I mention I was accepted into the tribe here? Well, anyway, I've fought and won with five men since then. They were the strongest men in the village.

Many are afraid, or at least very respectful, of you, pilot. You killed a ripping lizard with just a plain knife. This is one of the hardest tests of courage of the people here. Many men die in this test and no woman has ever made it.

Besides, you look so alien that men think you're not a human being. I defended you as best I could. Only this morning I lost. Now I was in the dilemma of having to mate with you first, and then tonight it will have to be decided which of us you give your favors to!” The pilot looks at Verne in disbelief.

She shakes her head confused. "Moment! You defended me against others until this morning?” she asks Verne. He nods. "Then you lost and now I have to decide which of you two I want to consider as mates?" Verne nods again.

"It's so simple. I say you should be my companion and that's it!” says the pilot. "Er, pilot, you misunderstood. Tonight you will have to decide in front of the whole tribe assembled. The judgment you then make is final.” “What's the problem?” she asks, still confused. "Pilot, you must make a decision after both candidates have mated with you," Verne says quietly.

"What?" the pilot blurts out. "I'm supposed to break the BIG TABUO again and in front of witnesses? Never!” “Pilot!” Verne grabs her shoulders energetically and turns her around. "Listen to me.

I don't know what you've experienced in the past few weeks, but it must have been quite a bit when I look at you. But it wasn't easy for me either. We are stranded on this planet. Earth is far from here, wherever here may be.

The tribe took me in. I had no idea about the rites and laws or the way of life of this people. Now I know, thanks to a man who took care of me here. The tribe is also willing to accept her, a woman in the ranks of men.

And that's only because you killed a razor-sharp lizard and I reported true heroic deeds about you. I admit I enjoy it. I also enjoyed breaking the BIG TABUOO every once in a while.” The pilot glares at him angrily. More quietly, Verne continues.

“But just imagine how I stood there at the beginning. I had no idea about anything. My skin color is different, my language and my culture. They still accepted me as one of their own.

Until the day I was supposed to break the BIG TABUOO for the first time. I didn't know anything.” Verne takes a breath and sits on a stool against the wall while the pilot collapses onto the bed. “One day a man came to the camp with a woman. She scolded and cursed at him and he wasn't exactly gentle with her. I rushed to her to help her. The man knocked me over, let go of the woman and lunged at me. We wrestled until I punched him in the upper jaw. He collapsed and I won.

That's just where my troubles started.” Verne laughs again, embarrassed. “In the evening I was suddenly dragged out of my hut and had to undress. Then I was led to the village square, where all the men had gathered in a circle. In the middle stood my opponent from the morning and the woman.

I was pushed into the circle and the woman held out her hand. She held two straws. I drew and got the longer one. The man next to me took a step back and the woman lay on her back on a mat in front of us.

Then she started to spread her legs and rubbed her labia. I spun in circles and saw all the men playing with her members. The man next to me also had a hard-on. I didn't know what was expected of me.

I didn't move. The woman in front of me began to moan and rubbed her labia harder and harder, even putting two fingers in her vagina. Then at some point she gasped loudly and I had no idea what was going on. The men laughed at me and my opponent pushed me aside.

Then he knelt down beside the woman, turned her onto her stomach and lifted her pelvis. She was now on all fours in front of him. He took his stiff member in his hand, looked at me triumphantly and pushed it into the woman's vagina. With hard thrusts he brought the woman to a climax.

Of course she chose him.” Verne shakes his head. A grin spreads across his face.. "Later I had to explain to the chief how I could fail like that. At first he didn't want to believe me, but then he understood my problem.

He made it my task to dispute the claim of the next women, the men. Believe me, pilot, I've taken many a beating, but I've also stood in a circle five times in the evening. And each time I knew better what to do. This morning I had to defend my own claim to a woman, to you, resp.

Tonight I have to do you better than my opponent. That's the law of this people!” The pilot looks at Verne doubtfully. "But how do you decide who's better off 'fucking' me?" It has something to do with telepathy.

Do you remember the being that…” “Yes, Verne, I remember well! Save yourself that and keep telling me!”, she interrupts him harshly. “Well, the chief can do that too and will integrate himself into her emotional world. Then he can decide too.!” The pilot thinks for a while. She slowly paces back and forth in the hut. 'When I think about it, I've certainly broken the BIG TABOO a number of times since we arrived here.

According to the rumours, sex is not only used for reproduction, but also for partner bonding. Besides, it's insanely beautiful. Maybe... no, I can't...

but if Verne... Ahh, what's this all about? Verne is right... but if we are rescued...' Verne watches the pilot walk. Sometimes she hops nervously and then her silvery wings flap and carry her a bit into the air.

This sight is very irritating for Verne. At some point the pilot stops in the air, even bends her legs and sits cross-legged in the air. Verne can hardly believe his eyes and stares at the pilot, who doesn't seem to notice anything. Her co-pilot's gaze wanders over her body, over her breasts and ends between her legs, where Verne sees a tube disappearing between the pilot's labia.

"Uh, pilot, I, uh, what do you have between your legs?" he asks, horrified. The pilot is torn from her thoughts. "What's wrong, Verne?" she asks annoyed. Then she realizes Verne is staring at her in horror.

Her gaze follows his and she understands. "I see! Verne, these wings are not my body, they are part of a symbiosis. The creature feeds on body fluids and excretions. It's basically cleaning me up.” Verne nods, still doubtful.

Then his head jerks up. "Pilot, we can't go back to Earth. Take a look. The symbiote is part of your body.

What on earth would become of you? A test animal? And me? I can't go back because I broke the taboo. I now know what it is and more importantly how beautiful it is. No, we're going to have to adjust here!” “You're right, Verne,” she agrees. "That's the conclusion I've come to, too.

But I don't know if that's why I have to adopt this culture and its ritual or if I have to go along with it.” The pilot walks towards the door. Verne quickly jumps in her way. "No, pilot. You must not leave the hut!” he warns her.

Read the second part: Space Pilot - Part 2

Read the fourth part: Space Pilot - Part 4