Xenofestation 3-01: Trojan Stratagems

By Paragonas Vaunt

It’s not easy being a space pirate, and Uthyr Brant doesn’t even like the title, let alone the job. His crew are verging on mutinous, there’s a mysterious ship stalking him, and his bionic limbs are playing up too. All he needs is some respect, and an even chance.

Meanwhile, on the deep space Xenoplantation facility, alien implantation participants old and new are taking chances of their own...

Twelve women. Sixty aliens. One purpose. Xenofestation 3-01 - Trojan Stratagems is the latest exciting episode of a series of darkly erotic sci-fi adventures of oviposition and alien implantation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paragonas Vaunt
• Release date: Jan 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215348833

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XENOFESTATION 3-01

~TROJAN STRATAGEMS~

Paragonas Vaunt

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This is a work of erotic science fiction, and a very rude one at that. Intended exclusively for an adult audience, it graphically depicts scenes of a highly sexual nature and situations of peril/horror.

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Cuntent Check

Cunt Quotient: 6

Fuck Factor: 21

Cock Contingent: 12

Cover imagery by Celia McKinley

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Table of Contents

Prologue - Dark Matter

Entry 3-01/A - Pull and Push

Entry 3-01/B - On the Float

Entry 3-01/C - Alignment

Entry 3-01/D - Fault

Entry 3-01/E - Trojan Stratagems

Entry 3-01/F - Ravage

Entry 3-01/G - The Blue

Entry 3-01/H - Knock-Out

Entry 3-01/I - Space Pirates

Entry 3-01/J - Prowl

Entry 3-01/K - The Push-Off

Entry 3-01/L - Filled

Entry 3-01/M - Redemption

Coming Next…

Note From The Author…

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Prologue - Dark Matter

Within

In the dark they waited.

The dark did not matter, since they had no eyes.

And the wait did not matter, since they had no conscious minds as such, no patience to test, merely a simple set of coded instructions evolved over millions of years. Those simple instructions merely told them how to wait, and why.

Boredom was nothing to them, since time was not a concept they had, merely an imperative to pass on the message they carried. The most important, fundamental message of all.

The message of life.

One day, the recipient of that message would come.

Until then, they nestled into the place they had found, among the foreign gametes, within the ovaries of the host, and they waited.

Every so often, they would stir to a new arrival. A recipient of the message of life, an egg of some kind, and a few of them would venture forth to explore it, bump over its surface, see if they could unlock it, surrender their message to it. Whenever they found it unreceptive, at least not receptive to their particular message, they would return to dormancy.

Disappointment was not in their repertoire. Nor frustration.

One day, the true recipient would come.

Until that day, they could wait.

Entry 3-01/A - Pull and Push

Independent Space Vessel Dark Star, Jump Gate, Kali System

Truth to tell, Uthyr Brant hated being on the float.

For a Scavenger, it would likely be a fatal admission were he to reveal that fact to his crew. But it was true. Being in zero gravity made him nauseous, the alloy hull of his ship became a claustrophobic trap and he could feel the weight of infinite vacuum pressing in on him from beyond that thin skin like dirt on the lid of a coffin.

And that was before he went on the float in a system as deadly as Kali.

Kali wasn’t so much a star system as the wreckage of one. At its heart there had once been a perfectly normal main sequence star, big, benign, slightly reddish, with a perfectly normal planetary system drawing life and warmth from it. And then, two million years ago, a mere blink of the eye in cosmic terms, disaster had struck. A nomadic black hole had wandered through the system.

A chance encounter, but a fatal one.

If there had been sentient life on any of the worlds that had once been here, the first they had likely known of the mysterious new arrival would have been the strange orbital eccentricities it induced in the fragile lumps of rock on which they lived. Whether they had known what it was, whether they had discerned the cause in the way first the system’s comets and asteroids, then the planets themselves, started to dance and skitter around madly, whether they had realised the doom bearing down on them, there would have been nothing they could have done about it as cosmic debris began to rain down on their heads. If by some tiny chance they had survived that, they would have had a ringside seat at the final performance, watching their own star shredded and devoured by a force more powerful and ravening than they could possibly comprehend.

If there had ever been any life here in the Kali system then it was gone now, with nobody to bear witness to its passing.

Apart of course from Brant himself.

He’d written a poem about it.

He’d titled it Dark Star, the same as his ship. He’d liked the symmetry.

The Kali system now was a crime scene with only two clues left behind to hint at what had happened. First, the vast cloud of slowly-cooling gases that clung to the dying stump of the original stellar mass. And second, the strangely eccentric precessional wobbling of the neutron star remnant that was all that remained of its core.

It was the combination of those two things that made Kali so valuable now.

For that tiny stellar remnant, a mere twenty kilometres across but so dense it held more mass than Earth’s own sun, had been set spinning eye-blurringly rapidly on its axis, and as it did so it shot out twin searchlight beams of gamma rays, which ripped through the gaseous cloud, shredding the very atoms in their path, stripping their neutrons and smashing them into other atoms.

The parent neutron star was simultaneously trying to gobble up everything around it and trying to fling it away. And in the violent maelstrom of that balance point between pull and push, between gravity and radiation, magic happened.

A factory for new isotopes.

One very special isotope in particular.

Quintium. Hydrogen-5. An energy-rich fuel.

It didn’t exist in the Sol system, except in the laboratory. But here it was so plentiful that all a ship needed to do was skim through the clouds of gas and sift it out, like an ocean leviathan opening its mouth to sift plankton.

Or like a nomadic black hole, a dark star slipping silently through the inky void, its maw open and ready.

Visual.

"Ihr schiff ist ein müllschiff."

Brant couldn’t keep from grimacing, but the image appeared on the main display anyway, bathing the walls of the command deck a glowering red, so he didn’t say any more.

He stared at the heart of darkness.

Out here, at the edge of the system, way out by its hyperspace jump gate, it was reasonably safe to loiter, for a given value of safe. The dense cloud of gas blanketing the neutron star at Kali’s heart absorbed most of the energy it spat out, so long as one remained clear of the searchlight beams of its radiation jets. Indeed, if the display Brant stared at had been an actual window rather than a high definition screen, or if he had put on a space suit and gone outside to look, he would barely have been able to make out the sullen glow of the star at the centre of the cloud, so little visible light made it this far out.

But, when it came to Kali, Brant knew better than to try that, because if he did actually look at it with his naked eye his retina would be burned out within milliseconds. It was safer this far out than it was near the core, but still not safe, and there was enough high energy