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Unearthly Lust (DonVoltonus and AndNich123)

"Well..." She pointed, a swirling vortex taking up most of the ship's window. "Wormhole. Not deadly, but I have no clue where we'll be dropped. Could take days to get home."
 
"Can you just fly around it or something? I mean this is space. It can't be everywhere," she asked inspecting the strange, and yet beautiful, phenomenon transpiring before her.
 
"Normally yes, but they open at random. We were already too close when it opened, and this little ship cant break out of the gravity well."
 
"So what are you saying," she panics. "We may end up so far from Sarovir I may never see him again? I knew I should have never left! I'm sorry Sarovir!"
 
"Callie, chill. These things can't stay together over long distances. At worst it'll take a week to get home."

The flew in with a flash of light, emerging in a seemingly empty stretch of space.
 
She closed her eyes tightly as they flew in. After a moment, she slowly opened them looking around. "Where are we?"
 
"Uhm...lemme see..." She began typing on a small screen. "Well, we're only a few days from home...if we can pick some thing up at a nearby station. If not it'll take at least a week."
 
"Pick up something? What kind of something, and how will help us get home faster? Nadia, I may be pregnant. I can't give birth in this spaceship without Sarovir. Do we even have any food in here?"
 
"We have a food replicator. There's a nebula between us an home, and if I don't pick up some plating for the ship, we'll have to go around."
 
Callie looks out the window. "Great. Fine. Just do whatever we have to in order to get back to him....home," she quickly corrected.
 
"We," she asks. "Where do you get we from? I may already BE pregnant. I'm not doing that. You give it a go."
 
"I should have never left with you! Look at this mess! I don't....want to whore myself out for stupid parts for this ship!" She looked away from her angry. "It'll take us a week to get home if we don't do this?"
 
"I'm not an interplanetary race. I'm a human, and I'm not a whore. Damn you Sarovir. Why....nevermind. Just get us to this place so you can get to work." She folded her arms refusing to look at her.
 
"I'll never understand human sexuality..." She sighed, setting the autopilot. "They're so scared and ashamed of fucking."
 
"It's a taboo on my planet. It's not considered a good thing to be a whore. Girls don't aspire to be a whore. There's such a bad connotation with it. Do you think for one second any man on my planet would want me if they knew I had been in space fucking all kinds of aliens? No! They would look at me like I was crazy if I even mentioned going into space. No. Fucking everything with a pulse might be good for aliens, but for humans it's just not acceptable. At least it's not for any respectable human."
 
"Go look at an alien brothel some time. Purveyors of pleasure are highly respected here. You need to understand there isn't anything legitimately wrong with sex. Human views were created by an oppressive, cultural atmosphere, not by reality."
 
"That oppressive, cultural atmosphere is home. I know there's nothing legitimately wrong with sex, but I also know there is a time, a place, and proper circumstances for it. Whoring around in space isn't it. It's not any of those things. Back on earth people get married to share a life together, and sex is part of that life. This is nothing like that. This is so far from that."
 
"Blah blah. Ideals are all well and good." She trailed her hand slowly along Callie's thigh. "What feels right? You humans demean and destroy yourselves trying to match the standards of purity and beauty. Follow your heart, not what you're told."
 
Callie turns, watching her hand move along her skin. "It's not my heart you want me to follow. You want me to follow something a little lower and between my legs. That's what a slut thinks with, feels with. Am I slut to you Nadia? Is that all you think of me as? Ideals are essential. We demean and destroy ourselves when we don't follow them"
 
"Sweetie, they're not your values. They were berated into you by making promiscuity seem like an act of self hatred."
 
"But they are my values. You'll say anything to get me to sleep with whatever is out there to get what we need. So you know what? Lets just do this. Lead the way to the alien cock I gotta fuck to fix this ship."
 
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