Cosmic Encounters

By Nicole Gestalt, Kim Knox, Crysta K. Coburn and 3 more

From across the universe these stories have come together to guide readers through a whole gambit of erotic pairings and interactions all with a science fiction twist. Be it mutated humans or aliens from far flung worlds there is something for everyone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Apr 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781785381096

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Introduction

Science Fiction has always had the ability to capture people's attention and ask the big 'What If?’ questions.

Within this anthology there is a broad range of stories from the far reaching and totally out of this world such as Antari’s Quest all the way to the future of mankind and the problems we may face be it more in Rogue Authority or even The Story of Snow White.

For a long time science fiction got blurred with science fantasy and became more about muscled astronauts rescuing maidens from their far-flung planets as marauding beasts circled ever closer. The following stories in some cases have an edge of the fantastical about them but through an array of pairings and styles are much more about empowerment and growing in ourselves even if the world around us has changed to one that is unforgiving.

I had the great pleasure in reading such wonderful submissions and I hope you enjoy this selection of stories as much as I have enjoyed going through them.

Be empowered and here’s to the future!

Nicole Gestalt

December 2014

The Story of Snow White

By Vanessa de Sade

Prologue

The year is 2076.

After many years of bitter conflict the long war is finally concluded by the intervention of the far-right Latter-day Armageddonist Party who end the conflict by inducing a germ attack that affects semen and makes sexual contact with the male species fatal.

Under new Armageddonist law women must wear modest full-length Victorian dresses and are encouraged to be fully corseted in public, and Party theologians discover an ancient version of the Bible which now authorises same sex marriage between females...

Happily Ever After...

The Dwarf was looking dispiritedly through the wanted ads in The Stage when Snow White came in, shaking the cold and wet off her coat.

Anything? she asked brightly, feigning a smile.

Not a one, he replied glumly.

Oh well, never mind. Rentals?

The Dwarf looked disapproving. There’s a loop outfit out back with some gutter skanks. And Rosie’s waiting for you indoors.

Snow White smiled in spite of herself, as if even in the sleety winter rain someone had unexpectedly crushed a handful of freshly picked honeysuckle under her nose.

Oh well, put one of your old movies on, she purred, they always cheer you up.

The Dwarf looked doubtful. It’s going to be a long hard year from now till next panto season, he complained. I can see lean days ahead...

Snow White smiled and patted his arm. We have the rentals. And I always make a sale or two, we’ll survive.

If you say so, the Dwarf sighed, slotting the bulky old cassette into the machine and sitting back as the screen erupted in a snowstorm of fallout.

I’ll leave you to it, then, she said, but the Dwarf was ignoring her and pretending to be absorbed.

***

The Dwarf’s apartment perched in a crumbling twentieth century high-rise twenty-three floors into the clouds. Daubed in anti-Armageddonist graffiti, the old building towered like a fantasy castle on the borders of the Mutant Zone, the cogged brass wheels which drove its clanking elevators long-since corroded and seized with grime, making it the ideal location for the Loopers who gladly paid out a hundred credits or more for the uninterrupted use of a room for an afternoon’s filming.

Earlier that morning a rain-slaked procession of men had trudged up the stairs, clutching cameras and lead-lined boxes stuffed with precious scraps of film stock, getting all in readiness for the gutter skanks and spunk bunnies who would arrive after the midday patrol ships sailed past.

Red Rose, though, was beside herself with excitement and had arrived early to watch the filming, and she paced their room impatiently while the crew smoked and waited for their cast. She particularly liked watching Loopers at work, loving the indifferent way the gutter skanks spread their legs for the camera, and thrilling to their blank faces and hard grey eyes as the spunk bunnies ejaculated their pestilential come all over their skinny bellies. It was all so sordid. So different.

And today she was standing on tip-toe peering impatiently through the old ventilation grille above their bed when her lover came in to join her. The gutter skanks were already in situ on the shaky divan next door, one unashamedly naked, the other trying to keep warm by clutching a grubby chemise over her tiny breasts. They were both Pre-Armageddons, and probably in their thirties or older, but their small damaged bodies and flat chests made them look half that age - jail bate tits, Snow White called them - and it was only their flinty eyes that betrayed their lack of youthfulness.[1]

Hello, my Prince, Snow White whispered, throwing her damp overcoat onto the bare floor and hugging Rose’s legs. Have they started yet? Is anyone on set?

Just the girls for now, the spunk bunny’s dodging the patrol ships, Rose replied, shifting along the bed back she was perched on, come on up!

But Snow White shook her head. I think I’ll stay down here today, she smiled, you can describe what’s going on for me.

Rose shuddered with delight as Snow White’s hands caressed her slim hips. Oh, I haven’t met this mood before, but I like it, she breathed.

Snow White gave her a squeeze. So tell me, what’s happening?

Rose luxuriated for a moment in her lover’s touch. Then she spoke. There are two girls, and they’re naked on the bed.

And what can you see?

Everything.

Bush or shaved?

Bush, lots of it...

And do you like what you’re seeing?

Feel me and find out...

Snow White took an exploratory reconnaissance and Rose groaned.

No, not like that, undo my skirt...

Oh dear, romance is dead!

Just do it!

Snow White laughed and unhooked her lover’s garments and let the heavy brocade skirt fall to her feet, letting out a little gasp as she did so. Rose’s long slim legs were clad in torn silk stockings, but she wore no whalebone or other underwear and her bare ass gleamed creamy white like warm tallow in the drizzly afternoon light.

This is nice, Snow White managed to exhale, planting soft kisses, but Rose made an impatient noise and pushed her ass into her face.

Feel me! she begged, but Snow White wanted to play.

First tell me what you see, she countered.

Two naked girls.

Not good enough. Describe them.

Rose sucked her teeth. Only if you feel me.

Snow White capitulated and let her hand run lightly like a spider across Rose’s thick minge and then treated her slit to the lightest of caresses. Now tell, she insisted, holding firm though she wanted more than anything to fling Rose on their bed and fuck her.

There are two of them, normal anatomy, not Mutants, but out-and-out Badlands girls. Skinny, flat chests, tattoos and shaved heads, lots of piercing...

Pierced nipples too?

Yes, both of them. Cunts as well.

Snow White almost groaned out loud. You like?

Rose nodded. Very much, feel and see!

Not so fast, tiger, give me some more.

They’re hard women but they’d like to fuck nevertheless. I can feel it in their eyes, and I can see the moisture on the slits, they’re excited already...

Snow White relented and began to stroke Rose’s pussy, just the hair and the pudenda for now, not venturing inside. She couldn’t be held responsible for her actions if her fingers slipped inside.

And is their excitement exciting you?

Yes. And what you’re doing, of course. Fuck, I love this new kinky side to you, Snow White.

Snow White laughed and kissed Rose’s butt again, hard this time. Part your legs and I’ll show you kinky, she commanded.

Rose made a deep excited noise but did as she was bid. The spunk bunny’s here, she gasped, trembling with excitement as she felt Snow White part her ass cheeks and start to kiss and lick.

Nice?

The best. He’s a pure-bred, young with long dark hair and a body like a panther; but he’s a Lightning Slave. I can see it in his eyes, they’re unpolluted violet. And he’s big already, his erection’s quite visible through his clothes...

Snow White’s tongue had found the tight little hole it sought and was teasing at it. Keep talking, she managed to gasp.

They’re spreading for him as he undresses, oh my god, he’s huge, they can’t take their eyes off it, and he’s so hairy too. He’s like an animal now that he’s naked. Like the wolf in fairy story, rearing up on his hind legs in Grandma’s bed. Fuck, I think I’m going to come...

Don’t you dare! What’s happening now?

He’s going straight in. He’s kneeling over them and jerking off slowly. I think he’s going to belly soak them, right over their open cunts, fuck, that’s risky, I hope he’s sure of his aim.

They’re on their backs? Playing with themselves?

Yes, they’ve splayed for him, fuck, and their cunts are so beautiful, like hot house flowers oozing with sap. And they’re stretching them for him to turn him on, making their clits stand out like little cocks, holy mother of god, he so wants to fuck them, I can see the animal yearning in his eyes, and I think they’d let him if he jut climbed on now, disease or not...

Next door the Dwarf was watching old Betty Boop cartoons. Except you couldn’t call them that in his hearing. You had to say vintage animation and not look shocked when you discovered what he paid for the ancient tapes from the carpet-baggers at the boulevards. But Snow White was well used to the bump and squeak of Folksbiene soundtracks by now and paid them no heed.

Are they coming? Snow White panted, her fingers buried deep in Rose’s slit as she kissed and sucked her ass. Try and come when they do, do it really hard for me!

They’re close, Rose intoned, breathing hard, grinding her ass into Snow White’s face, and so is he, oh holy fuck, he’s so fiery with desire that his cock looks like it’s been carved out of mahogany wood that’s been slaked in oil. Oh fuck, I think the girls are starting to come...

Come with them, Snow White begged, ramming her fingers hard up Rose’s wet and willing cunt, snatches of soundtrack from the Dwarf’s cartoons filtering through her head as she masturbated her lover furiously.

Am I the fairest in the place?

If I were you I’d hide my face!

Oh fuck, I’m starting to come, rub me hard, Rose gasped.

"I’m going to see my Step-Mama, Step-Mama, Step Mama,

I’m going to see my Step Mama, my Step-Mama the Queen..."

Oh fuck! I’m coming! screamed one of the gutter skanks.

Oh fuck, me too! cried Rose, as, next door, the spunk bunny let out a yell of anguish and his semen shot out of him like a lightning bolt, splashing like molten metal across the heaving bellies of the two women who were both kicking and bucking like tied cattle at a rodeo.

Once Upon A Time....

In a society where even the very rich are ravaged by sickness the pure-blooded woman is king, and Snow White’s popularity was at its height on the morning that she headed for the plasma palace, resplendent in her new hand-beaded silk dress. The sun shone and the sky was still a cautious blue in those far off days before the permacloud, and there was a confident spring to her step as she mounted the echoing marble stairs of the gilt-encrusted building.

Blood, the Queen had told her when she was first recruited, blood is the new currency and if you can keep yours pure then you are the richest woman in all the world. And Snow White had obeyed her command religiously, taking no lovers and luxuriating in the knowledge that rich women everywhere queued up for her plasma, her batch numbers quickly being marketed as the Fairest in the Land.

You’re not with me today, Snow White, the nurse who normally greeted her at the door said quietly, not meeting her eyes. The Queen wants to supervise your procedure personally.

But Snow White missed the warning note in the other woman’s voice and skipped off briskly in the direction indicated, ignoring the steam elevator taking the hewn marble stairs two at a time to the Queen’s private chamber, a dark cavernous room hung in tattered black silks, and bereft