Rocket Girls Box Set E-Book

George Saoulidis

• Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

When an alien thief steals an ancient artifact, she ends up fugitive number 1 and chased after by the entire military planet’s forces. But will she manage to escape in one piece, when her only way out is an ancient rusty rocket, when her only ally is a green girl whose treehome she has just burned down and when the soldiers chasing after her are all too trigger-happy with their big cannons?

This is book 1 to 5 of the Supersonic book series.
WARNING: Contains explicit futanari/hermaphrodite content.

Leseprobe

Contents

Title Page 1-5

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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CHAPTER ONE

Mila ran for her life. The Pyrites behind her shot their lava weapons at her. She dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding the blobs of molten rock hurled at her. The problem was that the projectiles splashed and scalded everything around their target. She got a good splash on her leg, and it hurt so much that she didn't even feel it anymore.

She'd definitely regret running on that leg later, but for now, she had no other choice. She held the backpack tight, its contents the most important thing in the world right now, and she stepped out of the compound and into the forest nearby, hoping to lose them under the cover of trees and darkness. Not that the forest in itself was safe, Pyr was full of nasty creatures, its inhabitants were definitely not wussies in the survival aspects of life.

She hid behind a big tree and tried to catch her breath a moment, her chest heaving up and down, her heart trying to burst out of her ribcage. There was shouting from afar, but it didn't come any closer. With a gulp, she dared to peek from the side of the tree and figure out the status of her pursuers.

Pyrites weren't hard to miss. Usually the biggest ones around, tall and muscular, their red skin made them stand out during the day. During the night, it was even easier to spot them, their ember eyes and their big weapons dripping lava were a dead giveaway of their position. No guile, no cowardice, no hesitation. That was the Pyrite way.

Mila frowned. She couldn't see anyone near, the only embers she could spot were at the far ends of the forest, basically outside the treeline.

Were they hesitating to chase her in this forest? Oh, no! Were they planning to set the entire forest on fire?

Shitshitshit. Mila left the illusory safety of the big tree and started at a dead run through the forest. Which was doubly stupid, because nobody can run through a forest, let alone at night. Unless you're a Dendrite, which she wasn't. Oh, no, quite the opposite. Mila could never even consider put down roots and settle down.

She could surrender. They had the place surrounded, at least from this side. She could just step back, hands in surrender, and drop the backpack to them. It was the easy way out.

Or, she could fight. One last stand. She reached for her laser pistol on her belt. She was a very good shot, but not that good. She was no match for the battle-hardened Pyrites.

She ran. That's what she did in life. Running from place to place. She ran face-first into a tree trunk and it hit hollow as her vision blurred. She didn't know if the hollow thud was from her stupid head or the tree itself, but she was seeing stars in her vision and the ground was wobbly.

And then she saw it. The first flames.

It wasn't easy setting a forest on fire. It wasn't that hard, either. And when you had an entire group of flaming pyromaniacs, it only took them 36 seconds, it seemed.

"No, are they crazy?" she asked herself, giving away her position to anyone who could hear. Did it even matter right now? She was gonna cook like a potato in the firepit, and she was gonna die a painful death. Get up, Mila. Get your ass up. Run now, mope later. She pushed herself up from the ground and she felt the entire planet shifting to the side. Or maybe, it was just her.

Her vision tunnelled, she saw black all around and something blurry in the middle when it should be in focus. "Ow..." she complained, touching her head. It came back bloody, and she could feel it throbbing with her elevated heartrate.

A small voice spoke from somewhere out of the well she was apparently into. "You have a concussion. Lay down on the leaves." It sounded from very far away, but Mila felt a presence nearby.

She shuffled to push herself upward. "The fire. They're gonna burn down the forest!"

"Oh, no! They couldn't possibly do that to the forest..." the voice said.

She managed to see the person who was next to her. She was small-framed, and in the darkness she couldn't make out her skin colour. Was it red, appearing as dark brown in the dark? No, it wasn't that. Something colder than that. Blue? No. Maybe green. But it couldn't have been green, could it? She got dizzy again and almost threw up.

"You must rest. Get inside my tree's hollow, you'll be safe there."

Mila felt small hands trying to hold her up. "No, what are you talking about? Are you nuts? Everything's about to go up in flames, your tree as well." She coughed, smelling the first cloud of smoke.

The girl looked somewhere else. Mila was seriously concussed, she could barely see, let alone orient herself enough to escape with her life. "Look, I have a ship. Take me to the Fire Falls, do you know where it is?"

The girl nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, take me there and I'll get you wherever you wanna go, a forest, a grove, I don't give a shit. I can't see, I can't stay upright. Just push my shoulder up with your shoulder and walk to the Fire Falls."

The girl hesitated and chewed on her lip. "I dunno... I can't leave my tree, it'll burn."

Mila lost her patience. "You'll burn, you moron! Everything around here will burn! Get us out of here, you stupid Dendrite. Now, now, move it. Now."

The green woman did as she was told. She propped Mila upright with her shoulder and they huddled out of the forest. Mila was clutching her backpack tight, walking blindly, guided by the girl. And to her surprise, she hadn't hit a single tree branch, not gotten her ankle twisted a single time in a root or a hole in the ground. They were just walking, she was slowing them down, and she knew that they were doing better time than if she hadn't hit her head and running around the forest. They were outrunning the blaze, and she was certain that all by herself, she would be engulfed by now. She chuckled, "You Dendrites sure know your way around the woods, don't you?"

The green girl looked pensive. "Well, of course."

They were almost out of the far edge of the woods, the blaze all around them. The night sky looked like a safe heaven, a cool and safe place from the conflagration. A few more steps and they'd be out of the trees.

Mila grunted, pushing herself, panting and sweating and coughing. A little more, just a little more...

They got out! Mila let go of the green girl and fell on the ground, turning back to see the forest fire. In less than twenty seconds, the trees they were next to just a while ago were up in flames. The heat was intense, unbelievably hot even from this distance. The embers flew up into the night sky as the forest turned from alive and green to dead and black.

The small girl fell on her knees and wept. She cried out for a long time, and Mila didn't want to interrupt her. She figured that they had a little time before the patrol caught up to them. They'd probably believe she was caught in the fire all alone, and that was what would have happened if she didn't have the misfortune, or was it fortune, to hit her head on the Dendrite's treehome.

She felt bad about what she had brought upon to the girl. But there was no time. Fire Falls, and then they could feel bad for themselves, when they were safe and sound on her partner's ship. She was waiting for her over there, and she'd never leave without Mila.

"Come on," Mila said with a hoarse throat. She hadn't realised how much she had been coughing all this time. "Fire Falls. Take us there."

The green girl wiped her tears on some fallen leaves and then stood with her back straight. "Of course. Follow me." She offered her shoulder to lean on as before.

Mila accepted the help. "What's your name?"

"I'm Flora," the green girl said with a smile laced with smoke and tears.

"I'm Mila." They took off into the night, their backs illuminated by the fire.

CHAPTER TWO

"Where the hell is it?" Mila shouted, running up and down the ridge. There it was, her markings, the two hills, the northern crevasse, the Fire Falls all the way to the East. Great. She was in the right spot, the exact right spot on the map.

So where the fuck was Spectra and their ship?

Flora tilted her head to the side, observing her behaviour. "What are we looking for? Is it small?"

"No, it's not small. It's a fucking rocket! A big, honking rocket," Mila shouted with her arms wide in a gesture of 'big honking rocket.' She knew she shouldn't be shouting with the Pyrites possibly out looking for her, but she was so frustrated. She sat her ass on the grass and kicked the ground, fussing and cursing silently this time.

"There are no burn marks on the ground," Flora observed.

"I can see that, thank you very much," Mila snapped at her.

Flora popped her lips a few times and went to sniff some flowers, letting her vent.

After ten minutes or so, Mila stood up and dusted herself off. "Well, there's little point in denying the facts. Fact is, my ride is not here. So, I should get a new one. Flora?"

"Mmm?" Flora perked up, raising her head. She had a mouthful of berries in her mouth, juice dripping down her chin.

"You've done so much for me already, but will you help me out a little more?"

"Thure," Flora nodded happily with her mouth full. "Want thum berrieth?"

Flora sat on the dirt, waiting for Mila to chew through her nails. She laid hands on her leg, giving her the gift of healing. It wasn't that serious after all, all it took was mostly some old-fashioned first aid.

"Do you have any credits on you?" the Enosian asked, finally turning to her.

Flora shrugged and pressed her lower lip. "Nope. What would I use them for?"

Mila let her head hang in disappointment. "Fuck. Alright, let's see."

Flora perked up and raised her finger helpfully. "Oh, oh! I've got some seeds in my bag, will those do?"

Mila stared at her for a long moment, pushing her jaw forward. Then she finally said in a flat tone, "No, Flora, seeds will not do." She dove into her backpack, looked secretly at something for a long while and frowned deeply at it, then fished out her credits. She gave Flora enough credits to get rations to last them both for five days. Flora was sure that the Enosian was overplaying her injury to enlist her help. Patrols of heavily-armed Pyrites were walking up and down the small town. Fire Falls wasn't what you'd call a big city, but it had plenty of shops and a healthy, bustling activity of day-to-day life. It was inhabited mostly by Pyrites, but there were some other races as well, like Flora herself. It wasn't that unusual for someone like her to walk around.

An Enosian, on the other hand...

Now she would stand out, especially when the Pyrites were out there specifically looking for one. That was why Mila acted drowsy and asked Flora to go in the town in her stead. She didn't mind, really. And she was much more clever and perceptive than people gave her credit for. She grasped the credits Mila gave her tightly in her hand and hopped around, running into the town. "I'm going on an adventure!" she shouted, jumping around the place with arms flailing.

And suddenly, THUMP!

She had faceplanted on something tubular and immovable, and then fell on her butt. The credits fell out of her hand and rolled out into the street.

She raised her eyes up slowly with a gulp.

Above her loomed an enormous Pyrite, fat and circular, staring down at her real hard.

"Hey, little girl. You shouldn't run around in the street, you know. Where's you mom?" the fat Pyrite woman asked with a deep but soft voice.

Flora pushed herself up and dusted her pants. "I'm not a child! I'm twenty-one years old, if you must know. Hrmph." She pouted exactly like a child would.

The fat woman chuckled, making her jowls and her fat boobies jiggle. "Ha! Okay then, fine. You still shouldn't run around bumping on people, especially someone as small as you are."

"I'm not small! You're just too fat!" Flora snapped at the twice as tall and four times as heavy red woman. She stomped her foot down, and started to pick up her credits from the ground.

"Well then," the fat woman said, waving the comment away and going about her business.

"Fat lady, wait!" Flora shouted at her.

"What is it now?"

"Do you know of any places that sell spaceships?"

"Planning to leave the planet, are we now, little one? Well, you might wanna check out Petra's junkyard, she might have something that's spaceworthy."

"Thanks!" Flora cheered at her. "Sorry for calling you fat!" she shouted, even louder, making everyone on the street turn to stare at her.

CHAPTER THREE

Mila attacked the ration like it had cursed her mother. She took two big bites out of it, coughing as it refused to go down without a fight. "Miammiam... I was so hungry..." she said, hitting her fist on her chest.

"Those are the only rations I could find," Flora said.

"They'll do."

"I got the same amount for me, but I eat a lot less, so they'll last longer."

"Well, alright. But don't starve yourself on my account, help yourself freely, okay?"

Flora smiled and turned her leg inwards, digging a hole in the dirt. "Sure."

Mila finished the dry rations and pounded her chest to make it go down. It was terrible, but she needed food. The night had been exhausting, she was tired, injured, cut and bruised, scared out of her mind, feeling guilty for ruining a perfectly good forest inadvertently, worried about Spectra, where was that girl? And she needed to find a way out of Pyr. The planet was big, but what would she do, evade the patrols for the rest of her life? No, she needed to get out in space. Her chances would be much better that way.

She stood up and looked around. "You said there were patrols?"

"Yes," the green girl said cheerfully, beaming up to her. Obviously she was happy that she had been helpful. "I thought they couldn't be just random patrols, so I asked one group for directions, and while they spoke I noticed their communicators had your wanted poster on them."

Mila rubbed her chin. "Huh. It took them a lot less than I thought to figure out I didn't perish in the forest fire." She noticed Flora's expression darken at the mention of it, and she quickly changed the topic. "Let's go to that Petra's Junkyward you mentioned, see what she has in store for us."

"Okay. They said it was that way." Flora pointed away from the Fire Falls. Which were beautiful, and Mila actually wanted to go there and see them up close, but it was a tourist destination and had patrols. A shame. Some other time then, when the entire Pyrite army wouldn't be looking for her.

She snorted, shook her head, and followed the green girl.