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“Garnet is my name. I explore new worlds. Both without and within.
OK. That was too, too woo woo considering my companions are about to be ingested by this planet’s apex predator. At least I hope he is the biggest meanest creature around, because I don’t want to see the baddie that eats him.
He is bearing down on my colleagues who are currently my lovers. I know this isn’t the time to talk about their choices . . . not me, I’m an excellent choice for a lover, no I mean their choices of wearing the most protective gear weighing a ton, when what they need is speed . . .
I have it. I’m not wearing much, boots and a silver thong.
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I carry all my equipment in small pouches. Yes, including that equipment but that pouch isn’t small.
I hope to distract the monster and save them. This orb of energy might get his attention or my hot ass might do it.
“C’mon big fella. C’mon. Come and get it.”
I don’t have anything hindering my movement, the thong leaves my ass cheeks free to do the work they need to do.
I can dash into the crevice in the canyon wall where the big brute can’t reach me. I will wait him out . . .
OK, not before I save, Myra and Rob.
Yes, It took a while but Lt. Everett and I are on a first name basis, Rob. I’ve been hot for Rob ever since I was assigned to his space mission. I dash closer to the creature . . .gesturing towards the fissure that might just accomodate the three of us. Myra sees it and lumbers over, that damn regulation space suit she wears slowing her down.
In the meantime, I lob a stone at the creature. It doesn’t do a thing but make him turn his head. The Lt. Everett lobs a stone from the other side. The monster doesn’t know where to look.
“Atta boy, Rob.” I yell knowing he can’t really hear me in his helmet. I’m not wearing a helmet. The oxygen levels are less than optimal but breathable if you get used to it. I’ve been doing just that. Myra and Rob are reliant on the helmets, and the big heavy suits.
I lob another stone at the monster. Giving me just enough time to launch the orb of energy at him with an extra little gift attached, a space grenade.
The orb of energy was my protection, but I won’t need it in the crevice.
Rob is lumbering into the crevice. If I time it right I can dash in right on his tail.
Let’s hope the monster likes shiny things. It floats up near his red eyes.
“Jackpot.”
The monster cocks his head to the side like a big kitten and the orb floats up near his head.
I’m just entering the crevice when the device goes off. But it doesn’t phase him at all, well it does take out his big sharp teeth in the front. Wow, the big guy is tough.
We don’t notice, Myra, Rob and I because the crevice is too, too narrow at the mouth and their equipment didn’t fit, and all of that is pretty much part of their garments so both of them have ended up naked in the crack . . .
Which means I stand back for a moment and tease that I was already writing their eulogies. Shedding a tear while I deliver them, talking about how attracted they were to me, how much I pleased them, but in the end I could not save them from their fate.
“What can I say, they were my colleagues and they were my lovers. Alas they were stomped and devoured . . . because they insisted on all that fucking gear. “
Just as I say gear, Rob is bent over by Myra with his head in front of my ‘gear’. And while he is down there at ‘pouch’ level I give him access by deploying the quick-release buckles on my hips. My rocket is ready and steady as she goes . . . Myra wastes not a moment kneeling behind Lt. Everett and eating his ass. His eyes roll back in his head.
Safe from the monster, but not safe from each other or so we thought until the entire rock face is torn open and here he is red eyes and teeth. The three of us are caught in-the-act so to speak. I shoot down Rob’s throat, good timing, and we scatter, Myra goes one way, Rob goes another.
Just for the record: I go both ways.
The monster tries to stomp Rob, and grab Myra but his eyes are on the prize which is my ass, I am climbing the rock face as fast as I can. And like I said before, ‘my ass’ distracts him.
The monster is on me, and as he opens his jaws, instead of running away I leap inside. Past the gap in his teeth, It isn’t long before he has swallowed Myra and Rob as well . . .
I have a plan . . .
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And for the first time we have a hot sex scene in the digestive juices of a space beast. The digestive juices act as a chemical body peel and his two lovers, along with Garnet end up looking 10 years younger.
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As I write this last bit, I throw up a bit in my mouth. Ridiculous. I can’t go on. I’ve got to kill this git, Garnet, my creation. I have to crush him, erase him, destroy him down to the last molecule, alas I can’t he is my bread and butter. I have twelve bestselling books with him as the hero/anti-hero.
No matter how self involved and idiotic I make him my fans just eat him up.
Speaking of suggestive language, Garnet did have sex with both of his crew, Myra and Lt. Rob Everett in the belly of the beast as it were, I won’t even mention the route they took out.
Outlandish, yep. Bestseller, yep.
Garnet spent two books trying to seduce Lt. Rob Everett who was secretly having an affair with Myra the chief engineer on the ship. Keep in your head the ship is fully automated so there were only three crew members. Usually they would pair them up, there would be four but our friend Garnet asked to forgo the 4th so he could have Lt. Everett, he had a crush on the straight man, but Rob fell in love wth Myra. Plot twist Myra is intersex, female presenting with male sex characteristics. Put simply Myra has the biggest dick of the three, so Rob was secretly being reamed and loving it. Garnet didn’t know until he happened upon the two of them mid-passion while they were alone in the engine room.
Garnet never goes to the engine room. He is always on the bridge posing and talking to the computer. What was he doing down in the engine room? Truth is he was spying on them, he had a little tiny space drone follow them and report back. Garnet could not believe his eyes when he saw the digital log of the two of them hot bodies pressed against the energy stabilizer, then Lt. Everett turned around and Myra pulled her big tool out . . .
Garnet flew down to confront them but ended up joining them somewhere in the middle, so Myra was in Rob and Rob was in Garnet. Or was it Myra was in Garnet and Garnet was in Rob. They all fucked together after that but Myra and Rob would sneak off to be alone and Garnet and Myra would sneak off, and Rob would sneak away from Garnet but eventually he would be found. and fucked. This all happened before they landed on this planet. They were here investigate a missing outpost full of Space Soldiers . . .
Who writes this . . . Oh that’s right I do. Shit.
Listen I tried to I created another man. A fine man. A hero. With integrity, with charm, and a really tight body and huge cock, but he fell flat. Everyone cried for Garnet.
Oh, Garnet.
What I ought to do is torture him. Like I did in the last book. Strung him up by his heels so his face aligned with a huge alien dick. Ended up with alien 69 and a space creature that stalks him. My fans loved it.
In the book before that I impaled him on a stone phallus as thick as my thigh. Until he passed out. I didn’t have the juice to let him die skewered so I rescued him, or rather wrote in a temple guardian who Garnet let fuck him in return for saving him. The young hot temple guardian gave up his way of life just so he could taste Garnet. As it turns out the stone phallus was not nearly as big as the temple keepers dick. Garnet took it all with grace and a smile, then he walked bowlegged out into the night. Leaving the spent acolyte to be punished by his order. You guessed it, then the big dicked guardian priest got the ‘phallus’ treatment.
Oh god. Why do they love him so? Is it his bravado. Is it his idiocy? Falling into danger and fucking his way out.
He doesn’t have tender moments. Well there was the one when he had space pox and almost died. A young hung orderly in the space hospital injected him and he lived. They lived. They lived together until the next adventure. Maybe the orderly should hunt him down and inject him again . . .
See. Every bone in my body, including that one is in narrative overdrive and his asshole is what feeds it all.
OK. What are his redeeming qualities, I’ll write about those. His ass and his dick. Give the people what they want. That’s it. See. See. Garnet’s hopeless. I’m hopeless. Maybe, hopelessness is the key, Garnet has one introspective moment and falls into despair. So much so, he ends up on a psychiatric planet in treatment, he is in therapy, alien group therapy which turns into an orgy because of the galactic octopus like creature who has a high sex drive and many tentacles.
Here it is folks. Garnet meets a gazillion suckers. Wait he already has, everyone who reads this schlock. Make it stop. I guess I should be happy for the money and the celebrity Garnet brings. But it is all so . . . trashy . . . sexy . . . so Garnet. “So Garnet . . . “ I like the sound of that. Maybe on the cover of this next book. See I am branding even when I am giving up.
Mind you I am laboring over all of this as I sit by a private pool near a beach in a spectacular resort in Bali. Paid for by you guessed it: Garnet. Fuck me.
“Excuse me, could I get one more of these very spicy drinks? Thank you . . . what’s your name?”
Dylan, Dylan are you Aussie . . . I recognize the accent . . . I mean it’s very charming . . . I’m charmed Dylan.
Can I ask you a question? Just in terms of having a permit to work . . . oh, under-the-table . . . I see . . . 2 more quick questions . . . well three . . . OK four but they are simple questions:
Question one, I really like your ‘uniform’ Dylan, the “budgee smuggler and the crop top”. That is the Aussie name for that little thong swim-thing you are wearing right?”
Question 2, Have you ever read any of the books I’ve written featuring the Garnet, the Space Fucker . . . I mean Space Explorer?
Question 3, I am so flattered you have read them all, which one is your favorite?
Question 4, I want you to know your favorite is my very favorite too, I love when Garnet is kidnapped by hung Space Pirates and becomes a ‘cabin boy in space’. Garnet and the Pirates save the Galaxy together, sort of by accident, so the Council has to recognize the Pirates are ‘good-at-heart’ . . . really that book is my very, very favorite. The question is: When is your shift over?
OK. There are perks. Thanks Garnet you space fucker.