Dire Contingency
Copyright© 2025 by Snekguy
Chapter 44
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 44 - A disillusioned special forces group stages a violent insurrection, stealing experimental weapons from a Navy black site and using them to take over a remote colony. With help months away, the only person who is in a position to oppose them is Ruza – an old veteran of the Kerguela war. The planet is plunged into a brutal conflict, with local resistance groups hellbent on breaking the occupation.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military War Science Fiction Aliens Space Oral Sex Petting Size Politics Slow Violence
DAY 66 – HADES – PETROVA
“You’re an alien,” Petrova began.
“Really?” Lily asked, feigning surprise as she glanced down at her lower pair of hands. “Whatever gave you that idea?” she added, the plates that made up her face somehow conveying a smile as they split apart to free her proboscis. It slipped down into the neck of a bottle she was drinking from, little bulges traveling up it like a cartoon straw.
They were sitting in the Navy bar again, the two women hidden away in a corner booth as they chatted, watching people come and go with drinks in hand.
“You’ve been with other species, right?” Petrova pressed. “Like, romantically?”
“I’m offended that you would call my chastity into question,” she joked, still able to speak with that tube-like mouth part extended. “Spill the beans – what do you really want to ask?”
“I guess I’m looking for advice,” Petrova conceded, pausing to sip at her bubbling drink.
“Boy troubles?”
“Rask troubles,” Petrova reiterated.
“Oh,” Lily muttered. “Oh!” she continued as the realization struck her. “You’re going after the Doc, aren’t you!?”
“You don’t have to tell the whole bar,” Petrova grumbled, glancing around. “We had our first real date last night.”
“How did it go?” Lily asked, resting four elbows on the table as she leaned in.
“It went well,” she replied. “We kissed.”
“Judging by your background, I’m guessing it was your first time kissing a Borealan?” Lily asked. “Did you know about the whole tongue thing beforehand, or...”
“I had some idea, but it was still surprising,” Petrova admitted. “Maybe I shouldn’t be talking about this,” she added, feeling her cheeks flush. “It was a private moment, but it made me realize how little I really know about Borealans. You were the only person I could think of who might have had similar experiences.”
“So, you want to know what it’s like to date another species,” Lily mused. “What to expect. I have to say, P, I’m both surprised and invigorated by your quick turnaround. Just a few weeks ago, you would have been on team no aliens.”
“Well, Ruza is kind of a special case,” Petrova replied with a flustered laugh.
“I’ll say,” Lily replied, her chuckling much more sultry. “He certainly has the tall, dark, and mysterious look going for him. You have a type.”
“We have a lot more in common than that,” Petrova added, but it wasn’t very convincing.
“Yes, two tortured souls brought together by their shared angst,” Lily said as she took another sip from her drink. “You’re not asking me for advice about what kind of poetry to read him, are you?”
“I suppose not,” Petrova conceded, crossing her prosthetic arms.
“I’m guessing the date went well and you want to be prepared if you manage to get the guy out of that scruffy jacket he’s always wearing.”
“Lily!” Petrova giggled.
“That’s what you’re asking, right? You want the alien perspective.”
“Go on then,” Petrova prompted, taking another drink as though to steady her nerves.
“It may be a little different for me,” Lily began, the way that she gestured with different arms always keeping Petrova guessing. “I’m a Jarilan, and we are – for lack of a better term – a manufactured species. We were made for a purpose, with features best suited for our intended roles, and one of those roles is interacting with aliens. Humans, most importantly.”
“It’s surprising to hear you say that so freely,” Petrova said. “You don’t feel that it delegitimizes you?”
“Not at all,” she replied with a shake of her head that made her feathery antennae wave in the air. “It’s actually kind of reassuring. I like knowing that I was made for a reason. The YST ensures that we can choose our own destiny if we wish, but I was made to be a pilot, and that’s what I like doing. A lot of our features were designed to be appealing to humans,” she added, batting her long lashes pointedly. She brought one of her hands to her chest piece and rapped her knuckles on it. “These puppies ain’t functional – I’ll tell you that much.”
“Really?” Petrova snickered. “They’re just ... for show?”
“And for fun,” she replied with a wink. “The Queen knew that, in order for her colony to survive, she would have to build strong social bonds with her human allies. The more they like us, the less chance of the Navy getting antsy and blowing a hole in Jarilo.”
“Makes sense,” Petrova said with a nod. “Survival for her isn’t about adapting to the local environment or building the best weapons anymore – it’s about integrating with the human colonists. She’s applying the same logic.”
“I make it sound a little more conspiratorial than it really is,” Lily continued. “She just wants to be useful. In my case, I’m made for humans. We’re very compatible. I’m born with the same intuitive understanding of body language that any human would be, and I have the added benefit of being able to pick up pheromones that humans aren’t even conscious of.”
“That’ll be the antennae,” Petrova suggested with a gesture to the long appendages.
“Right,” Lily replied, combing her fingers through one of them. “Even being so well equipped, there are still some road bumps,” she continued with a shrug. “Mostly on the Endo side. Some guys are intimidated – they don’t know what to do with me. They see me, and they assume that I’m going to be much more alien than I really am. They usually mellow out once they realize that we’re really not all that different on the inside.”
“Is that a lesson about not judging people by their appearance or a euphemism?” Petrova asked skeptically.
“Yes,” Lily replied with a smile. “You’re both mammals – your physiology is a lot more similar to a Borealan than mine is to a human. They’re always going at it in the Navy – you hear about it all the time. This is a road well-traveled.”
“I’m just worried he’s going to be packing something as big as his tongue,” Petrova whispered. “That isn’t going to work for me.”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Lily said, lowering her voice and leaning closer in their little booth. “Things don’t always scale proportionally. If human guys and Borealan girls are getting along so famously, I doubt that their males are packing anything that’s going to be a problem. I’ve even heard stories about girls who are in relationships with Krell. Takes a little patience, a little practice, and a little bravery, but they make it work. Just take things slow and make sure you communicate.”
“Thanks,” Petrova added. “I feel a little more confident about it now. I can talk to Amy about romance stuff, I can talk to Wasp about humans, but you’re the only person I can think of who really has any experience with this kind of relationship.”
“I get around,” she chuckled. “It’s kind of a feast or famine situation for Jarilans. The well of Endos is either bone dry or overflowing. I’m making the most of it before I get shipped back. Hopefully, they send me home on a Jarilan troop carrier instead of a goddamned Courser this time. I will never understand how other species can just live on a spaceship for months at a time. My job is to be cooped up in tiny meat cavities, and I think it would drive even me crazy with boredom.”
“What do you mean?” Petrova asked. “Your ships aren’t faster than ours, are they?”
“No, but we hibernate during the journey,” Lily explained. “We go to sleep in a little pod hooked up to a drip of honey, and when we wake up, we’ve arrived. The whole journey takes a few minutes from our perspective.”
“Weird,” Petrova marveled. “Doesn’t it bother you to sleep away months of your life? That’ll add up over time.”
“There’s not really a lot of space for recreation on our ships,” she added. “Ever seen a colonoscopy? It’s a little like that. Oh, one more thing,” she continued. “I’ve heard some rumors on the grapevine that might interest you. You know that Rask have barbs on their tongues and claws on their fingers, right?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting the barbs,” Petrova replied. “Ruza told me they were used to clean his fur.”
“Well,” Lily continued, curling her antenna around a finger in the way someone might toy with a lock of their hair. “Think of all the clever things you can do with those stubby fingers and that flat tongue that a Rask can’t. Use your imagination...”
“Oh!” Petrova exclaimed, her eyes wide as sordid possibilities flashed through her mind.
“Put those things on vibrate mode and give him a first-class ticket to orbit,” Lily added with a nod to Petrova’s prosthetics, making the agent choke on her drink.
DAY 66 – HADES – RUZA
“You want advice from me?” Reed asked, giving Ruza a skeptical look.
“You are courting Wasp, are you not?” Ruza replied.
The pair were standing in the square, the town hall rising up ahead of them, its drab carbcrete still decorated with the yellow banners of the resistance. The area had been temporarily cordoned off with hazard tape and cleared of people while modifications were made to the towering obelisk at its center. A scissor lift had been brought in, and a team of workers were affixing Lily’s magnetic sword high on the monument’s flat face – a symbol of the colony’s victory over Barbosa.
“I don’t know if my relationship with Wasp is something you want to emulate,” he replied. “I didn’t so much as court her as elect not to fight back when she decided she liked me.”
“You will not be mated?” Ruza asked.
“I don’t know what the hell that means,” Reed muttered. “If you’re asking whether I’m going to settle down and produce a litter of tiny Reedlings, Wasp is the only one who can answer that question. She’s the kind of crazy that I like, but not all human relationships are meant to last, Doc. Some people get married, have kids, and grow old together. Other people meet like two ships in the night, they have filthy, disrespectful sex, then they go their separate ways. If those are the lemons life gives you, you gotta enjoy that sweet lemonade for as long as it lasts.”
“I understand very little of what you just said.”
“Genius is often misunderstood in its time.”
“Amy tells me that I should plan the next date,” Ruza continued, ignoring his comment. “But I do not know what human women enjoy.”
“Doesn’t matter what the human females enjoy,” Reed replied, putting on a mocking imitation of Ruza’s flat tone. “You’re supposed to be thinking about what Petrova enjoys. I’m not sure how much help I can be there, as my interactions with her have been limited to witnessing impressive acts of violence and emotional breakdowns. If you ask me, everyone who works for SWAR has a screw loose, but a few loose screws is sometimes exactly what you need in a relationship. You two are like peas in a pod, and by that I mean you’re both as crazy as each other.”
“I will elect to interpret that as a statement of approval.”
“You know, people like Petrova and Wasp have spent their whole adult lives fighting,” Reed continued as he lifted his head to watch a workman adjust the sword. “They might not have had time to develop any interests or hobbies outside of assassinations and learning how to kill a man with one punch. Petrova might be trying to figure out who she wants to be now. Maybe you can share something new with her – some activity she hasn’t experienced before. Dating is all about making good memories that last.”
“Good memories,” Ruza mused.
“Unfortunately, you’re on Hades,” Reed continued. “I’m afraid that we have a deficit of amusement parks and guided boat tours. I might have suggested taking a ride up to the station, buying some duty-free booze, and having a fancy dinner with a view of the planet. The last time she rode the elevator, she fought her Commander to the death in single combat, so that might not go down too well.”
“Are there any popular recreational activities here?” Ruza asked.
“The kids like to race dune buggies and dirt bikes,” Reed replied with a shrug. “I’m not sure you’d fit in a dune buggy. Exploring old mines and abandoned ExoCorp facilities is another popular activity, but we’ve all spent the last few months doing that involuntarily, so it probably won’t kindle any positive emotions. There’s at least one VR parlor that I know of, but again, a VR headset isn’t going to fit on your medicine ball-sized head. Pretty much all of the restaurants have closed down due to the rationing. Maybe you can make a game of going out and looking for the crater Barbosa made when he landed.”
“Perhaps it is a question of scale,” Ruza said as he considered for a moment.
“What do you mean?” Reed asked.
“As you say, Petrova has never had the chance to experience normalcy,” Ruza continued. “The mundane day-to-day life of a civilian could be novel to her. Perhaps it is not excitement that she requires, but a calm, intimate scenario.”
“What are you thinking?” Reed asked. “A quiet night in?”
“That may be just what the doctor ordered.”
“You’re learning to repeat jokes like some kind of giant, evil Valbaran,” Reed muttered. “It’s very off-putting.”
“Thank you for your counsel, Reed,” Ruza replied as he turned to leave. “I believe I have all that I need.”
“That’s why they call me the love machine,” Reed called after him. “Don’t repeat that to Wasp, by the way. Seriously, she’ll break it off and beat me with it.”
DAY 67 – HADES – RUZA
Ruza heard a buzz at his door, and he set down the spoon he was using to stir his pot, leaving the cramped stove to hit the touch panel. The door opened to reveal Petrova standing on the steps outside, her helmet in hand.
“Hi!” she chimed, giving him a smile. “Hope I’m not too early.”
“Please come in,” he said, standing aside and gesturing for her to enter. He took her helmet and her leather shawl, hanging them by the door on his makeshift coat rack.
Petrova’s eyes widened as she looked around the prefab. Where once there had been bare walls and sparse furniture, there were now decorations. Some of the corners and surfaces had been adorned with potted plants, most of which were artificial, but a handful were real. Textured rugs had been laid down over the cold, bare floor, and a large mirror had been installed behind the seats in the living area to create the illusion of more space. A few ornate throw pillows now covered the chairs and the bedding, and there was a lamp on the low coffee table that lit the area in a soft, warm glow to counter the harsh overhead light strips.
“When did you do all this?” she marveled, clearly impressed. “I was here only a few days ago, and even after all the holes had been patched, it was about as bare as a bachelor pad can get.”
“I enlisted Amy’s help to make it more homely,” he replied as he returned to the tiny kitchen area. “She advised that purchasing these items would make the prefab feel more welcoming.”
“A woman’s touch,” Petrova chuckled. “I’m glad you followed my advice. The place has really shaped up. That smells great,” she added, lifting her chin a little as she sniffed the air. “What are you making?”
“I wish to surprise you,” he replied, keeping his attention focused on the meal. He was wide enough that she couldn’t easily see past him. “It will not take long to finish.”
“I notice that you’ve set the plates on the coffee table,” she said, turning to the living room. “I’m guessing those little fold-out kitchen tables the Hadeans use are too small for you?”
“Correct,” he replied. “I hope you do not mind.”
“Not at all,” she replied. “It takes me back, actually – eating lunch on the couch after getting home from work. That was a lifetime ago, before I joined SWAR.”
She took off her dusty boots and left them by the door before sitting on one of the plush armchairs, shifting a few throw pillows aside to make room. She was wearing civilian clothes today – hence the leather shawl, the sleeves of a long shirt and pants concealing much of her prosthetics. Ruza wondered if she was self-conscious about them – if she was trying to hide them, but it was hard to imagine her without them. They were a part of her.
It took only a few minutes more for the food to be ready, and he began to bring the dishes to the table, easily able to balance them in his large hands.
“You look like a giant waiter,” she snickered as he set a bowl down on the glass. “I think you could pull off a tuxedo.” She began to examine the dishes as he left to fetch more, leaning over the table. “What is this? Did you...”
“I asked Rivera if he knew of any Marines from your home territory,” Ruza explained as he placed two amber-colored drinks on the table. “They shared some recipes that I thought you might enjoy.”
“You had Rivera scour the barracks for Russians?” she chuckled, stirring around one of the dishes with a serving spoon. “This is beef stroganoff! How did you even get the ingredients for this during a famine?”
“I did not ... exactly,” he admitted. “The beef was sourced from an MRE, the sour cream was rehydrated, and the onions and mushrooms were grown locally. I do not know how they might compare to the Earth variety.”
“And this is pelmeni!” she exclaimed, turning her attention to a dish stacked with steaming dumplings. “Did you make these from scratch?”
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