The Dirk Thruster Journals Volume 2

By Cole Braddock

Dirk Thruster. The Man. The Hero. The Legend. Fourth Degree Tantric Belt. Defender of the Galaxy.

When Princess Rayne of Texas finds clues that might let her penetrate the Forbidden Triangle itself, Senior Deputy Tiffany McGee must join Dirk and together they will race to rescue.

Otherwise, the Princess might transform herself into a god, and the entire galaxy could be at risk.

Volume Two of the Erotic Adventures of Dirk Thruster collects the last seven stories.

Be sure to read all twelve thrilling episodes of the grand epic Dirk Thruster: Penetrating the Forbidden Triangle.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knotted Road Press
• Release date: Apr 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781644702642

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The Dirk Thruster Journals

THE DIRK THRUSTER JOURNALS

VOLUME 2

COLE BRADDOCK

KNOTTED ROAD PRESS

CONTENTS

Author’s Note

Steffy

Jungle World

Transformations

The Law

Butterfly Dreams

Ascension Dilemma

The Manhammer

AUTHOR’S NOTE

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

STEFFY

THE FORBIDDEN TRIANGLE?

Dirk awoke like a light switch had been flipped. One moment asleep. The next poised. Nothing seemed to have changed, but he sat up quickly, checking the three women around him in the small cabin. Rayne and Tiffany slept still, while Steffy’s eyes gleamed back at him in the dim firelight.

After the first test with the goddess, Dirk and Tiffany had just more or less materialized inside what turned out to be a small shed on the surface of a planet, the kind you might make out of a shipping container dumped somewhere. Rayne and Steffy had joined them a moment later via the door, with a story of having been walking on a trail, after landing on the planetary surface of Dr’Gonai and being directed this way.

A guide had brought the two of them down from orbit, a woman named Sicia. She had gestured to the shed and told them to sleep there for the night.

According to Rayne, the princess had even been wearing a disguise that made her look remarkably like Tiffany, even as Tiffany had used chemicals to grow her hair long and black, and used chemicals to turn her skin emerald.

But this place, this apparent cabin in the woods, had caused both women to revert to their natural selves.

To Dirk, it sounded like both women had been stripped of all the layers of disguise and misdirection they might have sought. He didn’t suggest to either of them that such a thing was probably the heart of the test itself.

He had not changed externally, other than he was no longer a four-armed Nicia, as he’d briefly been. Just long enough to fuck the goddess Imelda. Steffy was the same as well, two inches taller than him, just about as far across the shoulders, and built with the sorts of muscles that required a woman to lift a lot of weights and take a lot of different steroids and other things.

It hadn’t made her mannish, so apparently someone had balanced things just right chemically. Still, she cast a shadow like a man. Dirk wondered if she had ever been girlie, or if her enormous height and size had turned the twelve-year-old Stephanie into this person before she ever to the chance explore other paths. Or other options.

He studied her across the darkness. She studied him. The fire wasn’t out, but it was low, suggesting early morning outside, perhaps an hour before sunrise. Dirk rose anyway and found a small log he could place on the coals to get everyone through breakfast.

The cabin had come with blankets and a relatively soft floor, with the only furniture other than the fireplace being a wooden table with four matching chairs. He wondered if there would have been five, had Zamona passed her test, but that was water under the bridge.

Both Tiffany and Rayne slept heavily, as though the events of yesterday had exhausted them. Who knew, when veritable gods—or at least long-lived beings of power—had come down and tested all four of them, before allowing them to cross this first threshold to wherever they were?

Dirk doubted that they were still on the planet Dr’Gonai, no matter what tales Rayne or Steffy told.

Hadn’t Imelda said that they were poised on the verge of the Forbidden Triangle?

Steffy had eyes like a cat when he was done with the fire, glowing and bright when he looked over at her. She’d been quiet and shy last night. Dirk wasn’t offended, that was nothing new when a woman first met the famous Dirk Thruster.

As he squatted by the fire, Dirk held out a hand to her as in invitation, if she wanted one. Possibly, because Steffy took it in hers. However, he pulled her towards him rather than ending up in her bunk with her. She took the hint and sat up, moving to squat next to him and watch the fire sputter and rise.

Both other women might have been ensorceled, from the way they purred quietly. Dirk could feel Steffy’s heat. Everyone was dressed, with Steffy in field pants, a tunic, and a T-shirt.

So what’s your quest? he asked her quietly after a time watching flames start to dance again.

She flinched at his words, face turned towards him and eyes a little wild.

Mine? she gasped.

Rayne has one, he assured her. So does Tiffany. As do I. You passed the first test put before us, so you must have one as well, or they would have sent you home like they did Zamona.

They fell into silence. Dirk let his patience have free reign, wondering if the beings like Imelda had seen things that Steffy didn’t even know she had in her.

Can I be a girl? she whispered.

Dirk glanced over and smiled to prompt her. She was the stranger here. The wildcard he needed to account for in his planning of how they were all going to get out of this place safely.

All my life, I’ve had to be a jock around people, Steffy continued. Too tall, too big, too strong to just be feminine. Nobody ever saw me as female, let alone girlie.

More the fools they, Dirk observed, letting his glance roam over her.

Tall, certainly. Big, even, like a Pennsylvania Dutch farmer’s daughter. Heavy bones in her face, but not unattractive. She just happened to live in a universe that (currently) tended to prize slender, slinky women with oversized chests. Steffy had none of those.

Her breasts were small. Hardly anything. Dirk had known enough weightlifters to understand. If she was on an extensive steroids regime, they would never get any larger. Plus, she worked out all the time and was cut and ripped. That left no body fat to accumulate around breasts, so hers were much smaller than the other two women.

At the same time, she had a waist, and even a golden ratio to her hips of right around 1.4. She just wasn’t thirty-six inches around the hips. Maybe closer to forty-four, with thighs bigger than his and a broad, firm bottom. It was still a girlie silhouette, like a normal woman scaled up around fifteen or twenty percent.

Dirk reached out and just took her hand in his, letting their fingers intertwine for a moment as she gasped again.

Never been allowed to just be feminine. Always big, always strong. Then part of the Tantric Legion, where they would accentuate that size. Turn her into a tank, when she really wanted to just walk down a street and maybe get whistled at in appreciation.

Anyone getting over their intimidation would notice that nice ass, but probably feared getting punched if they said anything. More the fools they.

Dirk leaned towards her, inviting her to do the same, so they ended up balanced against each other like tent poles.

A woman is exactly as sexy as she decides to be when she gets up in the morning, he observed lightly, watching a little light appear in her dark eyes. How sexy did you want to be?

I want you to want me, she whispered. To desire me.

Dirk leaned a little closer and kissed her. Just lightly on the lips. Still, it surprised her.

Oh, I do, he assured her.

Her eyes got big, so Dirk leaned in again to kiss her a second time, lingering now on her taste. Steffy didn’t retreat, so he held the kiss, let his tongue explore her lips until they parted and then went deeper into her.

The space they squatted in was too tight, so he stood, lifting her up to her enormous height and letting her tower over him a bit. That would never do. It would just remind her that she was a giant.

Instead, he backed her to the table, trusting that the alien carpenter had expected something like this and built accordingly.

What had Imelda called it? A sophisticated Rube Goldberg device capable of testing most people?

Dirk still held Steffy’s unresisting hand. He pressed her back a bit more until she ended up sitting on the edge of the table, legs spread just enough that he could slip between them and look down on her from a few inches. Her face lit up when she realized that.

He kissed her again, letting her arms come up around his waist as his went over her shoulders and held her in place. Dirk was growing hard with anticipation, and let it press against her groin as they continued to kiss.

There wasn’t much passion, but that was fine. Such a thing would build over time. Maybe the third or fifth time he was with her. For now, she wanted to feel like a woman, and not a giant tank of a bare-knuckles brawler.

Dirk let his hands slide down her back so he could just feel those hard muscles. She had a back like a man, V-shaped and rippled. No cock, but he suspected the chemicals were on their way to turning her clitoris into something like that. He turned his hip a little, just to bring bone into contact with that spot at the top of those impossibly long legs so he could rub it.

That seemed to be the right spot, as she flinched and then started to purr and hum into his mouth. Her hands began to squeeze and knead his bottom. Strong hands. It was almost like making love to a man, but she wanted to be a girl.

He would take her like a girl.

Dirk shifted his right hand between their bodies now as he moved, finding her small breast and palming it through the cloth. More purrs.

Her hand joined his and found his cock, hard inside his pants. She outlined it with two fingers, stroking top to bottom like he was already in her mouth, or burying himself deep in her pussy.

Separating from her mouth, Dirk leaned into her ear, licking and nipping at it as she leaned away to give him greater access. Both of her legs came up now and wrapped around his thighs, holding him in place against her.

As if he would get her wound up like this and then just go back to bed.

There were too many clothes involved, so he reached down and caught the bottom of her tunic, pulling it up and over her head. T-shirt next although he appreciated her small breasts and hard nipples outlined in the white cloth and paused to kiss each of them before he got down to flesh.

Steffy fumbled with his belt while he did this, finally getting it loose and dropping it behind him. The half-kimono was open and her hands slipped inside, sliding it off his shoulders as she explored his hairy chest and shoulders.

She started to stand. Dirk held her in place on the table with a firm hand.

No, no, Dirk smiled. I want you right here. I want to taste you before I fuck you.

Her eyes lit up, so Dirk reached down and unbuckled his boots, sliding them both off and then adding his pants to the pile.

Steffy held his cock in one hand as he looked at her, just caressing the shaft from head to base in her fist. She was too tall and not limber enough to start sucking it from there, but that was fine.

Now you stand, he ordered her lightly. I want all your flesh available.

Dirk saw the doubt creep into her eyes, so he kissed her again. Ran his hands down her sides and around the back, pulling her against him and then lifting.

She was big and heavy. Still, she came willingly, especially as Dirk was stronger than he looked. He got Steffy to her feet and bent down to lick her right nipple as she began to moan.

Standing up again, he let her strip herself naked. Not just nude. Completely naked before him.

Unlike most women, she barely trimmed the edges of her pubic wedge, leaving it a large dark spot against her paler flesh. He could see body dismorphia issues in the woman, the kind where everyone expected to see a boy when they saw all those muscles. Steffy wanted to be taken for a girl.

Taken like a girl.

Dirk pressed her backwards onto the table again so she was smaller than him. Kissed her as she looked up, and reached a hand down and began running it through her pubic hair. Just the top part, well above her clit. Enough that she felt it and began to squirm. He would enjoy her like a girl.

Dirk slowly worked his way lower, never pausing as he kissed her mouth, her ear, or her neck. Finally, he traced her clitoris.

It was large, as he expected. A nub more than an inch long and as big around as his pinkie. Probably not as much fun to suck on as a cock, if only because she couldn’t cum in his mouth. Dirk smiled as he traced it with two fingers, even as she was gripping his cock.

The effect of his touch on Steffy was electric. She convulsed and thrashed, unable to escape because he was holding her in place with his other hand and she had wrapped her legs around him again. Steffy had nowhere to go as he started running his middle finger up and down the moist cleft. She moaned quietly and pumped harder on his cock.

Dirk broke away and knelt before her now, pressing Steffy to lay on her back on the table, which was somehow big enough to take her and strong enough for both of them.

Like someone had planned ahead.

Her smell wasn’t as fresh as some women Dirk had known. He understood that the chemicals would throw things off. It was still a rich, earthy musk. Almost no taste as he kissed her lips and flicked his tongue from bottom to top.

She gasped and twitched, so Dirk reached up with both hands and caught her by the hipbones, letting his weight pin her to the tabletop while he continued to lick her pussy.

Yes, yes, yes, she moaned.

He looked up and one of her hands had caught a breast, pinching the nipple and releasing in a rhythm he matched with his licks. Her other hand was at her mouth, and she began to suck on one finger, still moaning, even as she was unable to thrash.

Dirk kissed her. He licked her. Tasted her. Pleasured her.

Then he moved up and took that tiny penis entirely into his mouth and sucked.

Steffy nearly levitated herself off the table with a cry, but she couldn’t escape him. He held her thighs down on his shoulders and her feet down his back, so she had little leverage to move.

With her clit in his mouth, he maintained the pressure and began roughly licking it as well.

Sounded like she had died and gone to heaven from