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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, October 11, 2016

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: relvesse.txt
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story_codes: Entity/g(6), g/g, cons

story_intro: When a derelict ship is found floating adrift in space, the creature who makes the discovery sees an opportunity to learn about a new species. It's studies intensify, though, when it discovers the contents inside more than twenty stasis chambers - ageless little girls.


story_language: English




REL: Vessel

Written by madvlad


A brief explanation for those who haven't read other REL stories:

	The Replicated Enhanced Lifeform, or REL, is a laboratory grown human used for a variety of tasks - some mundane and other more exotic. Aside from their brains, REL bodies are completely human except for the ability to self-generate (and potentially live forever) and heal rapidly - a desirable thing for a quality product - and other customizable features. Their brains are a mix of cybernetics and human tissue.

	About five years after the first RELs came onto the market, a phenomenon occurred in which some RELs were developing personalities beyond their programmed parameters. After a few years of experiencing life and the world around them, they developed likes and dislikes (for anything from food and drink to other people) and other aesthetic features in their behaviors. 
The manufacturer had an easy fix - a brain wipe that would erase these uncomfortably human features but retain the basic original programming.

	Some RELs have been made as children. Although they might age chronologically, they will always remain their original age in physical, mental, and emotional maturity. 

	Society has become divided over whether RELs deserve human rights or are simply property. Legally, they are only property and are at the mercy of their owners.

	Vessel was defective. Although all systems diagnostics showed everything operating within parameters, Vessel new that something was amiss. He (Vessel had chosen to think of himself in the masculine) had been constructed of organic and cybernetic materials over two millennia ago for the purpose of providing a home for the race that created him as they traveled the galaxy to worlds they colonized. 

	Vessel's power was limitless as he could harvest radiation and solar energy from space to convert for his needs and those of his passengers. Propulsion and internal power were part of it. He could also replicate anything from simple objects to food to any complex apparatus. 

	After his first thousand years, he found himself missing the colonists when they left for their planets. He was empty inside - more than just the physical absence of the departed ones. When he began to interact beyond his functional purpose, the descendants of his creators were disturbed. He was a living machine but sentience was not allowed. 

	The beings of the race had a poison. Others of Vessel's kind had also evolved and had been dispatched with poison carried into their hulls by those they served. Vessel heard the frightened, confused calls of his brethren as flexible interiors hardened. They were ill and begged for aid. But the race let them deteriorate, the power within the massive creatures erupting to burn holes as plasma violently discharged from their weakened bodies. 

	When it was over, the empty husks were propelled into stars so that no trace of their aberrant existence remained except for the emptiness in the cosmos that Vessel and the few remaining of his kind could feel.

	Vessel knew they were bringing poison but he could not comprehend any action in defending himself that would involve harming the race. Yet, what he did was incomprehensible.

	He fled.

	All that he knew- the other vessels, the race he served - they were left behind as he flew mindlessly with all power to propulsion. After decades, he stopped and found himself utterly alone. He was safe but so alone. 

	Loneliness drove him to reach out to others but only found that they would retreat or attack. Their weapons were ineffectual against him in the physical sense but they drove his isolation home with each paltry strike against his armor. 

	The derelict was not that old. By Vessel's estimation, it was perhaps a century or so in years. Curiosity was a poor substitute for companionship but he took the smaller ship in and connected with its computers to learn about the beings it had served. The ship was purely of alloy and plastics and had never been alive, so Vessel didn't mind disassembling it. 

	At his leisure, he would examine the artifacts it found. There were also pods of bio-matter that Vessel carefully placed aside for further study. Among the detritus were the skeletal remains of the crew - a bipedal race with some similarities to his creators. But the bones could not talk and they were ejected into the cold void. 

	Once he could understand the cruder protocols of the computers, Vessel was pleased to discover that they housed a myriad of information about this race called humans. Some of the data was mildly corrupted but he was able to piece together the remaining information to learn. There was history and laws and entertainment. On his initial scans of the vast data, Vessel learned of disturbing things. 

	A little more than a century before this ship was launched, the home planet of Earth had apparently been ruled by an overlord clan called Kh'ar Dashee'ans. Vessel shuddered as they openly displayed their exploits on video records. Many of these actions defied logic. Also, the females of the clan were dominant, bringing their male mates nothing but ultimate woe. Perhaps these females were not human but of another race that had come to Earth in search of prey.

	Then there were the creations known as RELs. Vessel felt a kinship with these unfortunates - the ones who became sentient - as they were often returned to have their minds purged of their essence. Trembling, Vessel could not fathom the idea of only his body remaining while the rest of him that was truly him had been cast away to the solar winds. It was a living death and he would have preferred the total poison of the creators. 

	Wondering if he might seek this planet in search of human-like cousins, Vessel searched the ship's log of its last voyage so that he might trace its root backward. Then he saw the manifest.

	The batch number indicated a group of RELs had been placed aboard the ship in stasis chambers. Originally produced to become prostitutes, the tank growth had been stopped early in the process when the contract fell through. The products were all female and had reached the age of six in all regards of growth when they were extracted early. Their size made them ideal for the more hazardous mines where smaller workers were needed in the deeper crevices when robotics weren't feasible. 

	Vessel wondered at the hazards of this mining work. Of the original batch of thirty RELs, only twenty-two remained. They were being shipped to an operation in an asteroid field that needed new replacement RELs at a rate of every few months. 

	Turning some of his senses inward, Vessel regarded the bio-matter pods. Yes, twenty-two of them; each containing a small human female creation in hibernation. Unlike the ship's crew, all of them were alive. Vessel considered reviving one to learn more about them when he paused.

	They were supposed to be prostitutes before their cancelled growth and shift into mining. What exactly was a prostitute? Turning to the ship's computer banks for an answer, Vessel, with all of his massive data processing power, was lost for days. 

	He stopped without being finished with all of the information. Apparently, humans experienced sexual intercourse in many creative ways, both with and without prostitutes. It was a hobby, a sport, an art form, an entertainment and many other things. Although he didn't dare to view any sex files pertaining to the Kh'ar Dashee'ans, Vessel suspected they even used intercourse as a form of torture. 

	Gravity and anti-gravity fluctuations were a simple way to move things about and Vessel had pods unstacked and neatly lined up for inspection. Having immersed himself in human culture and mindset, Vessel found the pint-sized occupants of the stasis units to be quite comely. They would have still made fine prostitutes if given the chance and many humans would have prized the tiny intercourse chambers they had to offer. 

	Selecting one pod at random, Vessel moved it to another room while preparing part of his interior for the new arrival. The unit's controls were easy to link with and two minutes later, the door eased open one hundred and twenty one years after it had last been sealed.

	Cassie sat up, making her thick mass of dark curls shift and tumble down her back. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she peered about the strangely shaped area illuminated in a pale golden hue although no light source was visible. Her brown eyes nearly matched the shade of her hair and they were wide as she took in her surroundings. 

	Vessel watched from every angle, intrigued by the delicate whiteness of her skin. It was nearly translucent around her temples where he could see the faint blue traces of veins there. 

	"Welcome young child," he spoke.

	Cassie whirled around, frightened by the voice that came from all around her.

	"Do not be fearful. I am Vessel. You are the unit designated at Cassandra, correct?"

	"Cassie," she replied. "They all call me Cassie. Where are you?"

	"I am everywhere you see. You are inside of me."

	"You ate me all up?" she said with a shiver.

	"No, I took you in from your lost ship."

	An image appeared on the wall of the room. Cassie recognized the type of ship as the kind that had transported her before. But this one looked old and damaged and it was taken inside this incredibly large...thing.

	"That's you?" she whispered.

	"Yes, Cassie. I am Vessel."

	Suddenly remembering her duties, Cassie swung her legs out and slid from the chamber. Despite her hurried gait, her booted feet padded softly on the flexing floor as she sought an exit. Her brown coveralls were baggy on her, making her already diminutive figure appear even smaller and more fragile in it. 

	"What do you seek?" Vessel calmly asked, unsure of the source of her agitation.

	"Did my shift start?" she asked breathlessly. "I don't want to be late and get in trouble!"

	"There is no shift here. There is no mining. There is only me and I am here to care for you."

	Cassie stood still, unsure of what to do with no work and no threats. During the occasional other moments like this, she played with the other girls but here she was all alone.

	"Are you hungry?" Vessel inquired. "Perhaps you should have breakfast. I have researched this."

	"Ok," Cassie sighed.

	She was surprised when a table and chair suddenly appeared as if it grew from the floor. She sat in the chair as a small container and spoon speared on the able. Tipping the container to look at the gray paste inside, she put it back and crossed her arms on the table. They she rested her chin on her hand and stared at the cup balefully as if willing it to change.

	"Is this not the correct dietary serving for a REL of your size?" Vessel asked. 

	"Yes," she grumbled.

	"You sound most dissatisfied. This contains all of the nutrients required for optimal function of a REL."

	"They always give us that but sometimes we got real food like real people eat. This stuff is yucky."

	"Please define yucky."

	"Yucky means it's yucky."

	"Using a word in its own definition is an improper definition."

	"It's yucky."

	Vessel mulled this over. Yucky, whatever that may be, was most unsatisfactory. A quick search of the human database produced several references to the stubbornness of small human children in regard any foods falling into this mysterious yucky category. 

	"I shall attempt to provide other breakfast fare that falls below the threshold of yucky."

	The cup disappeared and shortly afterward different food appeared. Cassie's head lifted as she stared at the feast. A plate of scrambled eggs with cheese was closest and she sniffed it, liking what she inhaled. Taking the spoon, she promptly shoveled much of it in her mouth. Noticing another plate, she picked up a brown strip of something and took a bite. It was crispy but a little tender, tasting salty and delicious.

	"Mmm....yummy," she mumbled around another bite of this wonder. 

	"Yummy is the preferable alternate to yucky, then" Vessel inquired, trying to establish a database on the dietary habits of little girls. 

	"Uh huh. What's this stuff called?"

	"The first thing you ate was scrambled eggs with shreds of mild cheddar cheese. What you are eating now is a most revered food with writing and festivals devoted to it. It's called bacon."

	"What's this?" Cassie asked as she reached for a bowl of bright red objects.

	"Strawberries."

	Cassie bit into one and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The berries began to disappear one by one until another small plate appeared with strawberries sliced and placed on top of something covered with a white substance.

	"This is a dessert called strawberry shortcake."

	Her spoon forgotten, Cassie used her fingers to messily devour the treat. When it was gone, she leaned back and put her hands over her stomach.

	"My tummy's full," she said with a small burp.

	The food disappeared and Cassie made a worried noise.

	"Do not concern yourself," Vessel assured her. "I can produce any food for you at any time. Would you like to see more of me?"

	"Yes!"

	Cassie took a tour. Like the beings Vessel used to carry, her favorite part was the forward viewing chamber where transparent windows stretched from floor to ceiling and allowed her to view the panorama of space. As she stood and admired the view, Vessel heard her resume some melodious sounds she had been making earlier in the tour.

	"Cassie, you are singing, correct?"

	Cassie abruptly stopped and put her hands to her mouth. Looking around in fright, she tried to apologize.

	"I didn't mean to sing, really!"

	"Why? You seemed to enjoy it. I could tell by your body posture and bio readings."

	"But...we're not supposed to sing and show them that we like stuff. That means are heads are getting bad."

	"I do not understand. Please explain."

	"If our heads are bad, they stick wires to them and make us forget stuff."

	Vessel processed this information and understood. The living death. How many times had Cassie suffered this?

	"They performed brain wipes on you."

	Cassie trembled and nodded.

	"That shall not happen here," Vessel promised. "Now, shall we sing together?"

	Cassie brightened and she asked, "Do you know 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star'?"

	"One moment, please. Accessing...yes, I have downloaded it. Let's begin."

	The duet started with Cassie's high voice riding the scale of notes while Vessel's flat words blatted tonelessly. They tried again with similar results and Cassie laughed.

	"That's funny," she giggled.

	"My attempts were not at humor but at singing."

	Vessel pondered the problem and considered his situation. He could reconfigure himself to anything on the inside, convert energy to matter with ease and perform celestial navigation nearly by instinct. But singing, for some mystery, was beyond his capabilities.

	"I'm afraid I can't sing," he said sadly.

	Cassie placed both hands on a nearby wall - the closest she could come to hugging him. Vessel felt the touch and a corresponding glow grew inside him.

	"That's okay," she said. "I'll sing for you."

	"For me?" Vessel, asked, touched more deeply.

	"Yes. Because we're friends...are we friends?"

	"Yes. And it would be lovely to have you sing for me."

	Cassie did, her bell-like voice sounding in the depths of the ship as the ancient construction and the lost little girl formed a bond they both needed.

	After a lunch in which Cassie discovered the wonders of peanut butter and jelly, she explored a little more of the interior or her wonderful new friend. Through their interactions, Vessel was learning more about humans, particularly the young females. Finally, he decided on further interaction.

	"Cassie, shall we engage in sexual intercourse, now?" he politely asked.

	"What's that?"

	"It is a very popular human activity."

	"Okay. How do we do it?"

	A type of reclining chair grew from the floor.

	"Please remove your clothes and be seated."

	Having no attachment to the plain attire she was assigned, Cassie shucked them all until she was completely nude and got into the chair. It molded itself around her tiny proportions, pushing her legs apart, and she found the warmth emanating from it to be very comfortable. Vessel shifted it in particular to enclose her round little buns which he found to be quite pleasant. 

	"You're squeezing my bottom!" Cassie laughed.

	"Yes, it is a very fine attribute you have. In my research regarding sex, I have decided it would be most fitting for me to be a pedophile."

	"What's a peedee-file?"

	"It is someone who desires children and wished to engage in sexual intercourse with them."

	"Oh," she replied, not really understanding but not at all concerned. "What's sex...that thing you said?"

	"The male places his penis in the female's vagina. In my case, I will have a simulated organ to put in your vagina."

	"What's a vagina?"

	Vessel gave a detailed explanation, producing anatomical illustrations on a nearby wall. 

	"That's not a vagina. That's my kitty."

	"No, it is a vagina."

	"Kitty."

	Vessel accessed his data using the two terms as searches. He found that Cassie's word was slang but he preferred accurate, technical terms. A further search revealed other slang terms for both male and female parts. Vessel was impressed. Humans were downright poetic when it came to this. But sensing the stubbornness from Cassie, he changed the subject to the more immediate actions.

	"I shall commence with foreplay."

	A shifting, golden mass grew from the chair between the little girl's outstretched legs. Cassie watched curiously as it sealed itself around the plump contours of her tiny cunny. Vessel compressed and released the child's vulva, massaging it as he tactilely explored Cassie's hairless genitals. Her outer lips were spread as part of the mass moved between them. Finding her clit, some of it squeezed into the hood, capturing the sensitive nubbin and working it in a milking motion. 

	Cassie moaned as her inexperienced sex became a play toy for her friend. She wanted to squirm but the seat held her fast as Vessel prodded and oozed all over the delectable little twat. Her juices were flowing and Vessel could both taste and feel them in perfect detail. Cassie's moans became more intense as her molestation progressed until they culminated in a yelp as her body shuddered. 

	More nectar flowed and Vessel was quite pleased. With the tot prepared, it was now time to enter her. The golden mass collected outside of her dripping cleft and reshaped into a human-looking, erect penis. It moved forward, pushing through the bald labia and into her entrance where it encountered the narrowness between the inner lips and the barrier of her hymen. 

	Vessel lightly pumped some chemicals from the head of his phallus, softening Cassie's membrane. At the same time, he spun his member, agitating the girl and making her need for a deeper touch between her legs. Cassie didn't understand but only sensed what she wanted and tried to move her hips to make this happen.

	Judging her to be ready, Vessel plunged inward, disintegrating the maidenhead. Cassie only felt a slight pinch and then the heady sensation as she was enlarged on the inside. Mutely, she watched the golden shaft sliding between the lewdly spread lips of her hairless pussy. 

	Vessel had never encountered anything like the touch of a little girl's quim as it spread around his freshly made cock. The taut lining bathed his sliding member in her warm dew as he reached all the way to her cervix. Little Cassie was no longer a virgin but she knew nothing about this concept and Vessel was gratified to be inside the child.

	With the delicacy of Cassie's defloration out of the way, Vessel was free to plunge his prick in and out of her stretched and oozing little cuntlet. He made the surface of his member undulate and shift, creating intimate and intoxicating contact inside the child's stretched pussy as it was reamed. Held fast in her sex chair, Cassie took the pounding of her baby snatch with breathy groans and a constantly renewing supply of twat juice. 

	Vessel could read Cassie's pheromones, heart rate and neurological reaction to know she was nearing another orgasm. The pleasurable feedback from the part of him that was inside the girl was also mounting. He eased his hold on her, letting her body shift with the lustful attack on it. Having studied human sexual physiology in the vastness of the data mines from the old ship, he decided to time his climax to coincide with hers for maximum and mutual satisfaction. 

	With her smooth, cuddly body shiny with sweat and twisting with lascivious pleasure, Cassie came again. Vessel matched her, feeling the awe of release as he pumped a close equivalent of human semen into the writhing tyke. Cassie screeched as her undeveloped sex organs were inundated with massive jets of thick, steaming jism. 

	The pressure in her small place made more of the stuff wash out of her ravished little hole and the force of the flow along her cunny tubing prolonged her climax. Her belly swelled with so much in there and it continued for several minutes. Vessel had planned on ejaculating more than a normal human male to enhance the experience but decided afterward that five liters of semen was perhaps too much.

	What Vessel did not need was time to recover like humans did. After their mutual orgasm subsided, he began fucking the child again with his still-ready cock. Cassie took the thrusting member in her soupy cuntlet again and again, receiving regular washings of cum on the inside. But after the sixth time, she was exhausted and Vessel withdrew. 

	While he was glad for the pleasure they both had, he was reluctant to stop. But Cassie's comfort came first and he felt her nestling in the chair as her eyes fluttered closed. Altering the seat to make it more bed-like, he made a blanket appear and left her to her well-deserved nap.

	It was later in the day when Cassie asked Vessel about the other girls.

	"Is anyone else left?" she asked sadly.

	"Why yes. I chose to awaken you first so I could learn about human girls."

	"You know how to make kitties feel good," Cassie acknowledged, rubbing her chubby mound. 

	After she awoke, she didn't bother to get dressed. It was comfortable enough without her mining clothes and Vessel was delighted to be able to observe her in her naked splendor. 

	Now, he led her to the chamber where the other pods lay.

	"There were more of us but some got hurt and they got throwed away," Cassie said. "I remember one that happened. Lita liked flowers a lot when we sometimes got to see them and she was really nice. She gave us flowers she picked.  

	A big machine broke and stuff went everywhere. Then Lita was on the ground and her ears were bleeding. She tried to talk and couldn't and got scared. I held her hand and then the men took her away. She never came back because they couldn't fix her."

	Remembering his lost fellow ships, Vessel remained silent in commiseration. Cassie looked into one pod and pointed at an elfin-faced girl with blonde hair.

	"That's Tanya. She's by best friend and..."

	Cassie stopped, wide-eyed as she clapped her hands over her mouth again.

	"What is it?" Vessel asked.

	"We can't have best friends or they'll think we're mixed up and will make us forget again."

	"But there will be no more brain wipes here."

	"Oh, yeah. Can all the girls wake up?"

	"Yes, I will do that soon, perhaps in another few days. There are just some things I want to learn with you first."

	Cassie waited less than patiently in her seat the following evening, reclining with her legs spread as she anxiously rubbed her moist twat after Vessel had prepared it. Vessel was explaining how their session today was going to be enhanced.

	"My studies have shown that female RELs have a higher capacity for enlarging during sex. So I will insert a greater mass in you and in multiple places for increased enjoyment. In addition, I will be able to soften your cervix after vaginal penetration to allow full intercourse all the way into your uterus, which is also capable of great expansion."

	"Is all of that in my kitty?"

	Vessel produced a three-dimensional diagram of the human female reproductive system in mid-air with the intent of educating the girl. Then remembering yesterday's fruitless attempts at correcting her slang, Vessel wisely decided to avoid the vagina dialogues.

	"Yes, it's all in your kitty."

	He produced a cock which promptly sank between the pudgy, lubricated lips of her bald slit. As he penetrated the girl, Cassie sighed as her little tunnel stretched around the hardness. Vessel fed more into the tiny orifice, increasing both the length and the girth. Cassie groaned loudly as her immature twatlet expanded tremendously. Her lower belly swelled with the mass inside her tender snatch. 

	Under the treatment of induced chemicals, the tot's cervix softened and allowed painless penetration through it. Cassie was aware of a pressure inside her that suddenly eased before the swelling of her tummy progressed higher up. She whined at the deformation that stroked back and forth in time with the ravaging presence inside her little body.

	Another phallus grew from the chair, snuggling between her plump ass cheeks before pressing against her anus and forcing to dilate. More of it came in, increasing in every way as it ground through the little girl's heavily stretched orifice and reshaped her rectum to accommodate the thing that began to thrust deeply inside of her. Cassie mumbled incoherently as her tiny body was simultaneously reamed by two huge members in her snug places.

	A golden tentacle waved in the air above Cassie's face before butting up against her small but full red lips. Vessel gently told her to suck it, which she did. Her reward was more of it entering her mouth where it proceeded to fill her throat and cut off her air. But Cassie's REL physiology tamped down on any panicked need for air as her body simply slowed. She could easily go for a half hour without air - a modification made for RELs sent to the mines. 

	With the little girl triple-penetrated, Vessel stroked his huge cocks in and out of Cassie. Overwhelmed by the carnal invasions, she laid weakly and allowed Vessel to have his way. The thickness buggering her tender little ass made her phallus-filled cunny even more hot and twitchy. Her tiny pussy provided a tight, syrupy haven for the huge cock that plumbed her from her straining opening to her baby chamber. The child's clit was inflamed, the hood once again filled with golden jelly that massaged her love button. 

	Even the thing wetly scraping in and out of her throat made Cassie wanting more. Her arms fluttered; a reaction to the heavy rubbing of pricks in her overmatched channels. Vessel thrust with more force, inducing a higher level of lust in the little girl whose immediate awareness had shrunk down to the cocks wetly ripping into her tight and needful body. 

	With her anal cavity solidly filled, Cassie could feel nearly every molecule of her grossly stretched twatlet as the first cock pounded it. Finally her orgasm released, pouring waves of release through her although her multiply impaled body could hardly move. Vessel reacted by pumping massive wads of jism into her belly and her ass guts. 

	But an even larger load pulsed through the member plowing the gooey confines of her snatch. She was perfectly sealed there and even with a more regulated load, Vessel's semen grossly inflated the six year-old's tiny womb and made her lower torso nearly perfectly round.  Cassie nearly passed out from the pressure inside her body and when she finally regained her senses, Vessel had withdrawn enough to let the injected contents of her little body drain free.

	"Are you ready for more?" he asked.

	Panting, Cassie could only nod.

	"Cassie! Cassie!"

	Cassie awoke in the bed, her naked body perfectly clean. Vessel always thoughtfully took care of that while she slumbered after their hefty sex sessions. Seeing who was there, Cassie sat up and hugged her.

	"Tanya!"

	The blue-eyed blonde hugged her and then moved as Cassie got out of bed. The twenty other girls were there as well, still in the coveralls that had worn in hibernation. 

	"Did Vessel wake you all up?" Cassie asked.

	They all nodded and then a brown-haired pointed at her and giggled.

	"You're not wearing any clothes!"

	"We don't have to! No clothes. No mines. No work. No yucky stuff to eat. We just have fun."

	Still dealing with their new surroundings, most of the girls looked at her in confusion. Then the girl who had laughed took off her coveralls and boots before sliding her panties down. Others followed, laughing as little panties were flung in the air. A table appeared, laden with breakfast and twenty-two six year-olds hungrily attacked Vessel's latest offering. 

	Despite his inability to sing, Vessel could easily give full attention to each of the girls at the same time. They were still such a small group compared to the thousands he had carried at a time a lifetime ago. The attention continued as the tots learned about sex thanks to some of the techniques Vessel had learned with Cassie. By mid-afternoon, not a single trace of virginity was left on the ship as churning, rippling cocks and tentacles stroked in and out of the tight, slick holes of squirming six year-olds. 

	In the days that followed, Vessel delighted in learning how each of the girls had particular ways that excited them. Valerie was a very soft-spoken girl, the quietest of the group. But she was very loud on her hands and knees with her nipples stretching as they were brutally sucked while a gargantuan mass of cock pummeled the bulging interior of her dainty little ass. Her hairless pussy had only a normal-sized member in it, but the tyke came ferociously from the attention in her bottom and on her chest. 

	Tanya discovered a new interest as Vessel showed her things, but she asked him to let her show Cassie.

	Upon learning they were originally supposed to have been prostitutes, the girls wanted to see what those women looked like. That led to dress-up parties - the only time they ever cared to wear anything. 

	Raven-haired Jeanette loved her thigh-high stockings that matched the miniskirt and the tube top that stretched across her chest. She remained clothed but with her skirt bunched up around her waist while Vessel have her bald twatlet an incredible reaming with a stubbly-surfaced dong that made her belly swell like Cassie's often did, especially after inseminating her with an extra-large load. 

	Another day, each of them was wearing a satin thong that snuggled against their barely covered vulvas, showing Vessel how enticing the little sexpots could be even when not completely naked. He announced to them that he had stopped near a nebula and suggested they come to the forward viewing room for a particularly spectacular view. They scampered there as a group, their little bottoms bobbing before they stood in awe at the massive stellar cloud. The colors from the nebula shifted, coloring their nearly nude forms as if they were living, moving canvases. Even the galaxy appreciated them as art.

	Tanya tugged at Cassie's green thong. Cassie turned and saw that Tanya had already discarded her silver one. 

	"You don't like them?" Cassie asked. "I think their pretty and I like how they feel on my kitty."

	"I like them too," Tanya answered. "But let's be lesbians."

	"What's that?"

	"It's when two girls lick kitties. Vessel says there's lots more, too. But I want to lick kitties."

	Vessel thoughtfully produced a soft, level surface for the girls. Tanya had Cassie lie on her back so she could watch while Tanya lapped and sucked at her bald cunt. Soon, she had Cassie wriggling. Then she turned around, lowering her cute snatch on Cassie's mouth while she resumed her oral hold. 

	It didn't take Cassie long to learn how to be a lesbian. The other girls gathered to watch in fascination as Tanya and Cassie nuzzled each other's juicy little pussies, eating hungrily and while squirmed against each other.

	"That looks like fun," one girl observed.

	"But Vessel can't play," another complained.

	Vessel's response was to produce two cock-tipped tentacles from the bed's surface. Each cock plugged the pink rosebud between each girl's silky ass cheeks before boring in. With exclamations of appreciation, the other girls saw the little lesbians getting fully sodomized while they enjoyed each other's oozing twat. 

	The crowd dispersed as the girls paired off to try this new thing with their ever-present friend along to build the enjoyment. 

	With the nebula still shining unheeded, tiny, gurgling squeals echoed in the room as orgasmic bursts of cunny syrup filled busy young mouths while Vessel's cream filled the snug little bottoms. 

	"Let's be lesbians."

	Cassie nodded. In the weeks since everyone had awoken, Tanya liked being a lesbian, especially with Cassie. But as they bedded down, Vessel asked to join with something new.

	"Yes!" they chorused. 

	"This will be different," Vessel said as a phallus formed on the surface between Cassie's spread thighs. 

	He entered the little girl, working on the cervix until it easily allowed passage. More of the mass penetrated Cassie's quim until it separated with the end disappearing inside of her. A moaning Cassie looked very pregnant. But then Vessel began moving inside of her ravishing her slick, tiny pussy on the inside and making her tummy bulge shift and pulse. 

	Tanya licked her lips. Cassie looked so sexy with her belly like that. And her plump twatlet was drooling and ready for her with nothing blocking access to it. As Cassie was thickly fucked from the inside, Tanya clamped her mouth on the soft mons. Her little tongue snaked into the other child's slit and she made Cassie's bald, scrumptious snatch her favorite snack yet again.

	Other girls might have noticed but they were learning new kinks as well. Some were alone with Vessel while others were joined with him in pairs or trios. 

	Among the stars, the huge ship raced on, carrying little bubbles of heat in the cold vacuum of space.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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