Sidled up alongside the Galaxy Fleet hospital ship "Mercy", the scout ship "Gazelle" was a mere speck--a hundred-meter arrowhead docked to a bulbous cylinder ten times longer and displacing a hundred times more mass.

Of course, the single pilot of the "Gazelle"--30-year old Galaxy Scout Galina Barding--was used to the gigantic ego of the Galaxy Fleet. All spit-and-polish, the Galaxy Fleet was responsible for defense of the Galactic Empire, while Galina's agency--the Galaxy Scout Service--was responsible for exploration, map-making, safety inspections and delivering the mail; in short, the Galaxy Fleet polished a lot of medals, while the Scout Service did all the work.

"Damn goldbricks," Galina muttered, standing in the airlock; "why can't they ferry their own personnel?"

"Actually," said Holly--the ship's computer--"the Scout Service charter does include shuttling personnel for the Galaxy Fleet."

"Yeah," Galina whined, "but now I have to wear an actual uniform!"

Galina knew she was being disingenuous; an athletic blonde, she knew she looked pretty good in her dress uniform--a blue tunic with red trim, and a short blue skirt that showed off her bare legs to good effect. Black pumps with sensible heels were supposed to compliment the tunic and skirt, but Galina (who couldn't find her dress shoes) opted for her "fuck me" shoes instead, black ankle-strapped sandals with 10 cm spike heels.

"Captain Barding," Holly said, "the airlock is cycling."

Galina came to attention, as well as she could.

A second later, the double doors of the airlock slid open, revealing a short, cute, redheaded woman in a green Galaxy Fleet uniform.

"Lyza?"

"Galina?"

"Galina, it is you!" the officer said gleefully, clattering across the deck plates on her black pumps and embracing the scout; "I thought I'd have to spend the whole trip with some scummy hypermeth junkie!"

"Well, thank you," Galina said, wryly. "You know, not ALL scouts are junkies and sex maniacs."

"Well, you are ... a sex maniac at least."

Galina shrugged. In fact, it was both pleasant and startling to see Lt. Cmdr. Lyza Ellazar--a childhood friend from the planet Krakatoa. Perky and cute, Lyza was technically a baroness--she had ridden family connections all the way through medical school and the Galaxy Fleet Academy--but she was still a sweet and kindhearted person, surely a useful trait for a trauma surgeon.

"So you're my passenger," Galina said. "Orders?"

"Oh, here," Lyza said, lifting a palmpad computer. "You're supposed to deliver me to Easter Colony."

Galina nodded, looking at the orders. Easter Colony happened to be in the direction she was going anyway, about six hyperjumps, or two months away; still, she couldn't resist a jab at her old friend's expense.

"Why do you have to go to Easter? The governor get a hangnail?"

"Actually, no; I'm delivering plague serum..."

"Oh."

" ... and a dildo."

A few minutes later, a boatswain brought Lyza's baggage aboard the "Gazelle", but Galina would not have time to learn about Lyza's special "cargo" until a few hours later--after she had maneuvered her ship to safe hyperjump distance from the nearest planet. A few minutes later, "Gazelle" was in hyperspace, and there was nothing for Galina to do after that but wait for the ship to fall out of hyperspace 10 days later.

"So what's this about a dildo?" Galina asked, sitting down with Lyza at the circular galley table.

"I'll show you," Lyza said, retrieving a meter-long bag from her personal effects. Inside, securely wrapped in clear plastic, was the most peculiar thing Galina had ever seen--a wicked black double-dildo with a spiked ball in the center.

"What the hell is that thing?"

"It's a dildo," Lyza said, balancing the 40 cm-long artifact in her hands.

"Thanks. And you're carrying it ... why?"

"Actually, I'm taking it to Dr. Osterreich at the Planetary Science Museum. Our people dug it up on Cth'therion VII."

"Isn't that a Progenitor site?"

Lyza nodded, and Galina frowned. Legend had it that the Progenitors had ruled the galaxy more than 50,000 years ago, but they had left little behind except high-technology ruins. Some evidence suggested the Progenitors had captured primitive humans from Terra to use as slaves or experimental subjects, and Galina felt a creepy sense of evil around their artifacts.

"Did the Progenitors have vaginas?"

"Hell if I know. It is pretty, though, isn't it?"

Galina wasn't sure why, but some compulsion finally made her reach across the table to Lyza and touch one of the two shafts. Amazingly, the solid dildo seemed to have a soft skin--like a real man's hard-on--and the surface was covered in sculpted veins. Feeling those, and running her fingers over the bulbous tip, Galina could almost imagine how nice it would feel to have that stuffed up inside herself.

Her reverie was shattered a moment later, however, as both she and Lyza heard a recognizably human voice speaking in their minds.

//Human females ... you ARE human, aren't you... ?//

"Did you say that?" Galina asked Lyza.

Lyza shook her head.

"Then you must have said it," Galina said, to the dildo.

//Yes. I want you ... I want to be inside you... //

"Excuse ME," Galina said--although, for some reason, she could not pull her hand away.

//Aren't you wet for me? Don't you want me inside you... ?//

Galina felt insulted at first, but then she realized that--yes--she could feel a tingle down between her legs. With her free hand, she reached down beneath her uniform skirt, touched her pussy through her panties, and realized that she was starting to get wet.

"Lyza... ?" Galina said, looking at her friend.

"Oh, man, this is weird..." Lyza said, reaching one of her own hands under the table.

"Did anything like this ever happen--with the dildo--before?"

Touching herself under the table, Lyza took a moment to respond.

"Uh ... no, I don't think so. Although, come to think of it, I don't think it was ever handled by women until I got it..."

//I think we should fuck, // the dildo thought. //I think we should fuck RIGHT NOW... //

Although Galina had fucked a lot of men--and quite a few women--she had never seen her best friend naked. It felt a little funny, then, when she and Lyza--both holding one end of the double-ended dildo, now out of its wrapping--retired to her stateroom, and started removing their clothing. With the dildo lying between them on Galina's bunk, the two women shared nervous glances even as they unbuttoned their tunics and released the clasps on their bras.

"This is crazy," Galina said, even as she let her 38D bra fall away from her breasts; "this dildo is controlling our minds..."

"I'm not sure about that," Lyza replied, letting her own 34C cups fall away from her perky tits; "Galina ... you're beautiful!"

"Go on," Galina said, looking away sheepishly.

"No, I'm serious," Lyza said, stepping closer--and surprising Galina by suddenly bending down to kiss, and suck, her left nipple; "I always wished I could have tits like yours."

"Oh, that feels good..." Galina admitted, grasping Lyza's forearms as she switched to her other nipple.

"Lyza, I want to fuck you; I want to fuck you with that dildo."

Hearing her, Lyza lifted up, and Galina suddenly felt a warm, passionate desire for her friend burning in her chest. Impetuously, she rested her hands on Lyza's buttocks and lifted her up on tiptoes in her pumps so she could kiss her friend, full on the mouth.

"Mrmph..." Lyza moaned, sucking at Galina's tongue even as Galina probed back with her own; soon, the women had loosened each other's skirts, and both their skirts fell in twin heaps around their ankles.

"You're so wet," Galina said, finally--breaking for air and feeling her best friend's pussy through her panties.

"So are you," Lyza returned, slipping her hand inside Galina's panties, and easing two fingers into her creamy hole. "Why didn't we do this before?"

"Cause it's weird," Galina volunteered.

"There's nothing weird about this," Lyza returned, dropping to her knees before Galina and pulling down Galina's panties so she could push her face into the scout pilot's crotch. Galina reacted with a startled gasp--Lyza was actually eating her pussy, sucking her labia and clitoris, and lapping at her juices even as they spilled down her thighs.

"Oh, fuck... !" Galina cried, tottering on her high heels as she felt Lyza continue to suck her pussy. Except for her sandals, Galina was now completely naked, but she didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed as her friend took her over the edge to a climax.

"Fuck--! Fuck, I'm cumming... !"

Finally--when Galina couldn't take any more--she took a step backward, then grabbed her friend by the arm and threw her onto the bunk.

"I know you're ticklish..." Galina said, bending over Lyza--who was still wearing her pumps--and proceeding to tickle her under her armpits.

"No... !" Lyza giggled, trying to get away. Galina continued her assault, however--tickling her sides--and Lyza curled up on the bunk, trying to protect herself. Switching tactics, then, Galina finally peeled off her friend's panties and slipped off her pumps, and proceeded to tickle the soles of her bare feet.

"No... ! Stop it... ! Galina... !"

Lyza was silly with her giggling, however, and was positively gasping when Galina--the bigger, stronger partner--finally rolled her over to spread her legs and suck at her quivering pussy.

"Oh, fuck... !" Lyza cried, "fuck, you're making me cum... !!!"

Galina was pleased; already dizzy from the tickling, Lyza positively gushed pussy-juice from her sweet, pink hole--and Galina started stabbing her fingers, four at a time, into the smaller woman's cunt.

"Oh, please... !" Lyza giggled; wrapping her legs around Galina's shoulders; "my poor little pussy... !"

Finally--with Lyza now a shuddering, panting wreck--Galina relented; she was pretty wet now herself, watching the sweet pussy-juice practically gurgling out of her friend's body.

"Now," Galina said, lifting up on her knees before Lyza, and slipping one end of the alien dildo into her own cunt; "it's time to fuck."

Although the double-dildo appeared almost unbendable, Galina discovered otherwise once she had half the wicked black mass in her pussy. Once it was in--18 centimeters of thick, vein-studded cock, deep and snug in her hole--she found she could swing around the free end, hanging loose and heavy between her legs, just like a real man's penis.

Meanwhile, the half she had stuffed up her pussy seemed to fit perfectly--almost seeming to swell inside her to fit the muscular channel of her vagina--and she could feel the spikes of the central ball teasing her clitoris. The amazing thing, though, was that it stayed in place when she took her hands away. It wasn't quite stuck inside her--she found she could slide it out with an effort--but the vein-studded shaft felt so damn nice, she had to shove it all the way back inside herself immediately.