Futa Fuel

By Harmony Fuller

What if you had the power to fuel an entire space ship between your legs?

Space was nothing new, or even very exciting to Bella. A life of dead-end jobs, hopping from one station to another just to sell coffee to aliens didn’t pay the rent. But burglary did. And had. Until the judge at her trial decided she was too young to waste on prison and gave her the opportunity to repay society by volunteering for the Galactic Companion Agency.

Zora, a Futa of a pirate persuasion, made her living stealing from the rich and taking for herself. So when one of her newest inventions required the very thing that the Agency sold, she made it a point to go in and take what she needed. Rescuing Bella from a life as a volunteer concubine, she invites the curvy human to work on her ship.

The job? Bella’s orgasms could supply the exact power that the Futa’s ship needed to run. No fuel costs other than pleasure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DrunkFlamingoPublishing
• Release date: Dec 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005253493

Harmony Fuller

Writer, gaming enthusiast, foodie, and lover of all things Lesbian, Gender Swap, & Futa are just a few things that describe Harmony Fuller. With a passion for Science Fiction and Fantasy, you are more likely to find her sexy heroines in a dragons lair than a corporate office.She is currently writing part time in Southern California but hopes to one day move back to her farm in the heartlands and write full time.

Book preview

Chapter One

Welcome, the Galactic Companion Agency would like to extend our most sincere thank you to all of our volunteers. You make it possible to live in a universe of union and harmony.

Bella rolled her eyes. That had to be the twentieth time she had heard the announcement. She scanned the room again. None of the so called 'volunteers' had moved. Whatever was going in the backrooms of the Agency seemed to have ground the entire process to a halt. There was a winged Reesling next to her, but every time she looked at the girl, the dark angel just turned away. Whatever. She wasn't here to make friends. She was here because she needed to get off the planet.

A year ago, she had been working as a clerk at a galactic gas station. It was about as boring as working at a gas station on the planet, only with different colored assholes instead of just humans. But then her manager had decided to 'diversify' and fired all but two of the human girls. She was neither skinny nor blonde, so she hadn't made the cut. Apparently curvy brunette's weren't in style in space anymore. Unfortunately, they hadn't been in style on earth either, and finding a job had been impossible.

That's when the robberies had started. She had started small, shoplifting trinkets here and there, but as her bank account dwindled, so did her choices. That was when the Masked Clerk had been born. Wearing her old gas station uniform - complete with her boss's giant logo - she had held up one bank after another. It had taken the cops a surprisingly long time to catch her, considering her name was on the shirt, but in the end, they had. After a quick trial, the judge had decided that she was too young to waste away in prison and offered her the opportunity to work off her debt to society at the Galactic Companion Agency. The irony of the fact that she was working off Earth debt by serving aliens was not lost on her.

Her eyes were drifting shut, and she decided that the long walk across the room to the vending machine was finally worth it. She stretched as she walked, her muscles sore from sitting for hours waiting for something, anything, to happen. Luckily for her, when destiny happened, she was already standing.

She was