Chapter 1
A Rough Landing
Impulse jerks the wheel of his ship to the left. It spins around and around, in a full circle, the malfunctioning ship doing the same as it spins through the vacuum, narrowly avoiding an asteroid. Alarms scream all throughout the small vessel, the entire cockpit filled with flashing red lights. The panicked bounty hunter spins the wheel in the opposite direction, sending his ship spiraling to right. It spins and spins through the tight asteroid belt, bursting out safely on the other side. Well, not quite safely, but certainly in one piece.It continues to fly out of control, Impulse's hands clutching the wheel as it spins on its own. Using all of his strength, he grips either side, holding it still. The cockpit shakes violently, smoke flooding from the engine room and slowly clouding his view. Thick and black, the scent of torched wires strong fills the deadly cloud. The ship dives forward, aiming for the thin blue force-field that divides Terra's hangar, from the deadly vacuum of space. He'd surely be fined for crashing into the large station, but he might actually get out of this alive if he manages to thread the needle.
The nose of his ship hits the force-field like a net. The blue light flexes, slowing the out of control ship considerably, but it just isn't strong enough. The field snaps back in place, letting Impulse pass through. The bottom of his ship hits the floor of the port, scraping loudly as it continues into the hangar. It slides forward, the tail kicking out and sending the already nauseous bounty hunter into one more spin. Sparks trail behind it, only stopping when the ship smashes into the back wall with a loud crash. The entire thing lurches, threatening to flip over, but slams right back down.
All around, people stare at the mangled ship. Large dents litter the once chrome surface, which has dulled to a matte gray, scratched to Hell. Panels hang loose, a large web of cracks covers the windshield. The jets on the back have gone black, burned out from countless misfires. The bottom of a boot pushes through the thick smoke within the cockpit and slams the inside of the windshield. Then again and again before the glass explodes outward. The smoke pumps out, curling towards the ceiling and getting sucked up by large fans, which poorly filter the air of the station.
Our hero climbs from the broken window, coughing up a lung as he struggles for breath. His name is Impulse and he's a bounty hunter, as most humans are. Of course, he isn't a very good bounty hunter, but a bounty hunter nonetheless. He wears common clothing among the Ikrova system. A black jumpsuit with matching boots. An orange stripe runs from the left side of the collar, down his chest, making a hard left turn at the ribs, just to turn right back down and extend to the cuff of his pant leg. A hefty orange belt, with a dozen pockets and compartments, is clasped around his waist, a holstered blaster pistol hanging from it. His sleeves are pulled up his forearms, which are wrapped in white bandages that extend to his hands, his fingers each individually wrapped.
Once Impulse had caught his breath, he flagged down a port official to help him drag his ship into an actual parking spot. "Shame ya didn't die," The worker grunted, annoyed he had to actually help this clown. Impulse looked at the thousands of credits worth of damages he was being charged for. Then to his ship, which would cost even more to fix, and nodded.
"No kidding," He sighed. With that, he limped towards the marketplace. Terra is the perfect place to get stabbed if you turn down the wrong alleyway. It's crawling with criminals, corruption, and general wrong-doings. The perfect place for a bounty hunter to pick up some extra credits to fix his crashed ship. Which is why the place is just filled with people exactly like Impulse. Bounty hunters in need of quick cash. The Market is no different from the rest of this wretched place.
Merchants openly sell illegal items. Anything your cold black heart could ever wish for can be found among the many stalls. The further you get in the market the worse everything gets, not to mention the more expensive. Impulse stays towards the entrance, close to the Southern hangar he's parked, er, crashed at. This is where he'd find the things he might actually be interested in buying. Cheap guns, cheap parts, cheap women, and just about anything cheap. Not to mention the fact that there was a bounty board posted just inside the market grounds. This is where Impulse stood.
He was low on credits, as he always was, and needed to take on a job that he could finish quickly. Sleeping in a crashed out ship with no working A/C or air filter wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. Especially not in a hangar as busy as Terra's. So the bounty hunter scanned wanted posters, looking for an easy job that would net him just enough credits to pay for a hotel. It didn't need to be a fancy hotel. Just one with a bed and a lockable door, which was actually quite a bit to ask for on Terra. Still, Impulse held out hope.
A large, soft mass pressed against the side of the injured bounty hunter's head, a muscular green arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him into it. As he inhaled, he smelled cigars and a freshly oiled gun, a combination that belonged to only one person he knew. "Impulse!" They happily greeted him before releasing their grip. Impulse stumbled a bit, but caught himself on the wall, looking over at Snak a large grin plastered on her face.
Snak is a bounty hunter, just like Impulse, except she's actually good at the job. Tall and muscular, Snak dwarfs most men, making them look like pre-teens that have just begun puberty. Her long legs are stacked with powerful muscle, while still retaining their womanly curve. Her thighs keeping a delightful thickness that runs all the way around her wide hips to her fat rear end. Her slim waist gives way to toned abs, which she enjoys displaying, that lead up to a heavy bust. Each creamy green breast the size of a man's head. Her features are much softer than most orcs. Instead of a squared jaw, she has a much rounder one. Her nose is straight, as opposed to having the crooked bridge that her brawler brethren bear. Her lips are full, pouting out and hiding the pair of tusk like teeth in her mouth. She has dark green eyes and jet black hair, shaved on the sides, the top running all the way down her back to her ass. Across Snak's nose is a rectangular bandage, a large square one on her right cheek. She's shirtless, her abs hidden beneath more bandages, which wrap around her entire stomach, covering the lower half of her breasts as well. A similar bandage wraps around her left thigh.
Apart from the bandages, Snak wears what she normally wears. A pair of shorts, which look to be painted on, that only reach half-way down her thighs. A large gun is strapped to her right thigh and three belts are situated around her waist. Each belt is packed with at least twenty ways to kill a man. Snak had always been an indecisive woman and that carried over to her work as well. She could never commit to just one weapon, opting instead to carry as many as she possibly could. She seems to be using the bandages to replace her usual tank top, as they manage to cover her nipples. A muted red vest hangs from her shoulders, reaching just passed her first pair of ribs. Around her right bicep is a band that holds 6 cigars.
"Saw you land. You're becoming a better and better pilot everyday, eh?" She taunts Impulse. He smiles, his cheeks flushing red. The duo have known each other for as long as Impulse has been a Bounty Hunter. Snak has come to the amateur's rescue countless times. Meanwhile, Impulse has saved his much more skilled friend a single time and reminds her of it as often as he possibly can. Needless to say, he deserves the ribbing she intends to give him for that sorry excuse of a landing.
"My ship malfunctioned in the asteroid belt," Impulse said defensively. "And now it's completely wrecked, so thanks. I appreciate-" Snak's large fist collides with Impulse's arm. Injured or not, a hit from her sends pain through his whole body. He inhales sharply, clenching his teeth and grabbing onto his shoulder. Wincing the pain away, he glares at his smirking friend. Impulse gestures to her bandages. "What happened to you?"
"My ship malfunctioned in the asteroid belt," She teases him. Impulse rolls his eyes looking back at the bounty board. "Bounty gone wrong. Still got the bastard though," Snak explains, turning her own eyes to the board. "I've been recovering for a week now. Shattered my ribs, punctured a major artery, et cetera et cetera." After three and a half sentences, the Orc finds herself bored of the conversation. Snak isn't a vain person and talking about herself for more than ten seconds isn't something she enjoys. "The doctors said it should take a month to recover, at the very least, but my bones are nearly healed already."
"You're a freak of nature, Snak," Impulse mutters, scanning the bounties. There were quite a few interesting ones. The first is a plump lipped, pink skinned Demoness. wanted for sex trafficking, tax evasion, and operating a night club without a liquor license. Brenneth Breeze, a name well known among Terra. She runs the most exclusive club in the entire galaxy, making it hard for any authorities or bounty hunters to get in. And those that do go in, always leave empty handed. Her actual bounty isn't listed. Wanted Alive Only.
Then there's "The Enforcer". A criminal so bad, their nickname is all that's listed. Not much is known about them and there isn't even a picture up. They're known around Terra as a hit-man of sorts. They don't kill you, but they'll make sure you don't piss off their employer a second time. If you are dumb enough to do that, then they're nice enough to buy you a one way ticket through the nearest airlock. The Enforcer mainly works for Brenneth, but has been known to do jobs for all kinds of high ranking crooks around Terra. Last seen nowhere. Their last victim, however, is still in the infirmary, a short walk away from the Western Hangar. Wanted Dead or Alive, for two-thousand credits.
In fact, most of the board seemed to be tied to Brenneth. It looked as if the Galactic Council wanted bounty hunters to do their dirty work, taking out the most dangerous people on Terra. As if anyone with a half a brain would actually try to collect the bounty on Brenneth or The Enforcer. The posters for that pair were right in the center of the board, three times the size of the rest and surrounded by some of the higher level criminals close to Brenneth. Most had code names like Crash, Bait, and Malfunction. Then there were the lowest level criminals, ones that weren't wanted dead or alive. These were the criminals that simply needed debt collected from them. Their pictures were small, running along the bottom of the screen. As Impulse studied those, a little goblin squeezed between him and Snak. Its scrawny green arm shot out and slapped a microchip into the bounty board before it ran off.
The screen blinked off for a moment, before turning back on with updated bounties. For a moment it looked the exact same as just a moment before. Then the pair saw it. At the bottom, in the center of the criminals that owe a debt, was a small picture of Impulse. His heart sank as he reached out and tapped his picture. The poster expanded, covering the screen. It was a simple one. Just below the picture is Impulse's name and debt to the station with a "Do Not Pursue" warning. That meant they didn't want any hunters to bother him just yet. His picture was only up to shame him.
"Eight-Thousand!?" Snak snorted with laughter. "You're like The Enforcer times four! Impulse I didn't know you were so bad." The overjoyed orc dug a PDA out of one of her belts and held it up to the screen. The screen of her PDA came on, Impulse's poster on it, which she quickly saves. She chuckles to herself, staring at it. "At least it's a good picture of you." Impulse just grumbled, closing the poster. He clicked through some of the other criminals of debt, looking for a few without a 'DNP' warning. Once satisfied, Snak invites him back to her ship.
Snak's ship is much bigger and in much better shape than Impulse's. It's twice the size, at the very least, the cell she used to transport "Alive" bounties bigger than Impulse's bedroom. It comes with a fully equipped kitchen, as opposed to a cabinet to store freeze-dried food stuffs, as well as a bathroom with, not only a shower, but a tub as well. Her captain's chair reclines into a bed and her auto-pilot can take off and land on its own. In the center of it all is a large sitting room. The entire wall turns into a screen, to catch any broadcast in the galaxy, a large plush couch opposite of it.
Impulse laid on the couch, his head between Snak's calves. His face is buried in the comfy spandex of her shorts as she sits on his face. "This is the price," Snak breathes. Her hips move slowly as she grinds that fat ass of hers in Impulse's face. The pinned bounty hunter inhales deeply, taking in her intoxicating scent. Snak has his jumpsuit unzipped, his cock hanging free of it and slowly growing. Impulse has quite a nice size, especially for a human. He's thick, as thick as most women's wrists, but not Snak's, with a generous length. His heavy balls are about the size of small eggs and over produce in terms of cum.
"Ever morning when you wake up and every night before you go to bed, you have to worship." Snak bites her lip, running a hand down Impulse's bare chest. He lays soft kisses against her ass, happily abiding by her rules. His body goes a little tense as he feels her warm hand against his skin. Her fingers curling around his thick shaft. "Twice a day, for as long you're on my ship you'll worship me." She licks her lips, stroking him slowly, helping his cock grow to its full length. "At least." She adds. "Now tell me, who's the greatest Bounty Hunter to ever live?" A muffled sound comes from Impulse's mouth. "Hmm?" Snak lifts her hips, raising her ass only an inch from his face.
"You are!" Impulse gasps. Her reaches up, grabbing hold of the stretchy spandex that outlines Snak's fat ass. With a firm pull, he rips a hole in them, exposing her tight asshole and drooling cunt. Impulse grabs a thick cheek in each hand, squeezing firmly and spreading them as Snak comes back down, smothering him under her. She smiles, her hand stroking him slowly, teasingly. Feeling every throb and pulse that runs through his veiny cock. Impulse pushes his tongue out, dragging it across her hot slit, tasting her. He moans as it fills his mouth, so sweet, a taste he'd missed while away.
Snak inhales deeply, pressing firmly down on his face. She rolls her hips slowly, holding in moans as she grinds against him. His nose pressed firmly to her tight asshole, filling with the hot scent of lust and sex. She leans forward, letting a hot glob of spit fall from her mouth onto the fat head of his cock. Her hand spreads it slowly, letting his pale skin glisten with the warm lube. Her free hand runs down to his heavy balls, giving a loving squeeze. She rubs them, playing with the heavy orbs inside, making sure to massage them as Impulse worships her body.
His hands squeeze and feel her thick ass cheeks. Tongue playing with her aching cunt. Running up and down, parting the snug little lips. He laps at her clit, and Snak finally lets out a moan. A long lewd noise, begging for more. She missed feeling his tongue just as much as Impulse missed giving it to her, among other things. His hand released her ass cheek, just to slap it hard, letting it jiggling against his face. Snak gasps, whining out as she feels the slap. He reaches around, rubbing her leg, pawing at her juicy thighs. His moans send vibrations through his hot tongue, mouth watering as he so happily eats her snug box.
Snak shivers atop him. Her breaths coming faster and faster. She jerks his cock, not wanting to cum before him. Letting more and more spit rain down on it. Sloppy noises coming from her hands working that fat dick. Jerking it slowly. Up and down. Her grip firm from the base to the head as she milks him. But to no avail. "Nyuuuh!" Snak cries out, cumming for her bounty hunter friend. She gasps and moans, entire body quivering, her delightful curves jiggling. A rush of her hot juices coat Impulse's mouth and chin. As he feels her cumming for him, he can't help but join her.
The way her snug cunt clamps down on his probing tongue. Her grip tight around the base of his cock. She squeezes his heavy cum filled nuts just for Impulse to explode. His cock throbs, shooting out. Thick white cum spurts out, hitting his stomach and chest. So hot as it makes such a mess, Snak's hand pumping up and down, milking every last drop. "Don't move!" She commands, still panting.
She climbs from his face and Impulse does as she says, lying still. Her scent still strong in his nostrils, taste filling his mouth. Snak sits on Impulse's legs. She leans forward and drags her tongue along his abs, tasting the thick gooey cream covering them. She licks it up, moaning loudly, her thighs squeezing around his knees. Snak happily gulps down her mouthful of hot salty seed before leaning in and doing it again. Lapping at his abs and pecks. Slowly licking him clean, teasing his nipples. She licks the last of it up but doesn't stop. Her tongue drags against his neck and she moans, pressing her plush lips to it.
Snak lays soft kisses across Impulse's neck, her soft breasts smooshing against his body as she lays atop him. Her heavy form pins him to the sofa, not that he would ever complain. The orc kisses and gently sucks at Impulse's neck. Moaning all the the while. She finally moves up, laying a kiss on his lips, giving him a proper hello, after so long apart. Impulse slides his arms around her, holding her tight against him. Laying kisses on his cheek, Snak reaches between his legs, wrapping a hand around his fat cock, still semi-hard.
She rubs the thick head against her snug lips, teasing herself for a moment before pushing it in, slowly. "Mmmm," She moans, sliding all the way down it, letting his heavy balls press to her fat ass. She lays her head on the pillow beside his, her breathing slow as she enjoys the feeling of him inside her. "That's where that belongs," She whispers. Impulse rubs her back gently, kissing her cheek, the pair spent and exhausted as they both slowly drift to sleep.
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