Chapter 3

It could not really be overstated just how BORING travelling the interstellar laser highway was.

It had taken a few days of coasting in microgravity at 9.8 percent of light speed to fully enter the highway “on ramp”, which had been “kind of” exciting. The first laser pushing station had then (very suddenly) pushed their sails at 1 G acceleration, which had been VERY exciting (or terrifying, depending on who you asked). But then it had just been dull, dull dull dull.

The ship was 1 kilometre long, but only the rearmost 50 metres of that length was actually inhabitable, unless you fancied hard vacuum in a space suit in the maintenance tunnels of a fusion reactor as a fun place to hang out, (which truth be told some people did just to ease the boredom).

The ship, in a rare display of intelligent design planning, was arranged in such a manner that the floor actually matched the direction of “down” in relation to the sail acceleration, with several decks subdivided into rooms and corridors. Ladders and elevators connected the decks in a perfectly boring manner.

At present the most popular room in the entire ship was the hive mother breeding chamber (for some reason), much to Vysha’s enthusiastic delight.

Hive Mother Vysha, the ship’s designated personnel breeder, was a female who greatly enjoyed the pleasures of intimate male company. She was a passionate woman (shameless nymphomaniac) with a healthy libido (an almost insatiable and bottomless desire for men) who had very unique sexual tastes (anal slut). She was highly respected by the male crew (yes, “respected”).

Vysha bit a pillow as she was taken up the bum by yet another soldier, that felt amazing in an “I need to shit” sort of way. Her transparent flesh showed everything inside her, much of her lower intestinal tract was now visibly white with male fluids from a modest number of males (half the crew).

Sitting nearby hugging a pillow was Nyxia the “sex hiker” hitchhiker that Vysha’s brother Underlord Xant had gotten pregnant, Nyxia’s transparent abdomen visibly swollen with eggs. The irony of the hitchhiker being pregnant when the hive mother wasn’t was not really something Vysha had thought about.

Nyxia was wearing a red slip satin nightie over her fully transparent body, but her abdomen was so swollen with eggs that the nightie kept creeping up to expose the bottom pair of her six breasts to the crew, so she was hugging a pillow to hide her bottom boobs. It was weird seeing the provocative doxy suddenly caring so much about her modesty.