Protocol

For those with vivid imaginations. Also for those who want to prove NASA wrong. You can do it in zero gravity! You just have to know how…

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She’d had enough. Morganna Grey’s body screamed, her taste buds hungered; she needed to be heard, fed, and adored. Somehow being in orbit around an alien world made stepping out of her timid skin easier, unleashing something just as wild and unknown as the planet visible from the space station’s port-side windows. Far from home and beyond the boundaries of her normal reality, she felt like a different person—almost like an alien herself, relying on and responding strictly to her most primal needs.

Having slept, eaten, bathed, and groomed, Morganna’s last and strongest need was sex. Sex seemed like it was everywhere, calling out to her. It was written on the brass wall plates with the station’s model number: PEN-15. Penis. Sex mocked her each time she looked down on the planet below: Phornic-8. Fornicate. Sex beckoned every time she thought of her sole companion on the station, the rest of the minimal crew having gone to explore the plethora of life on Phornic’s Earth-like surface.

“Captain?” Morganna closed the door behind her as she entered the cramped equipment bay, gripping the railing to pull herself along in the zero-gravity environment. Raymond Meyers was crouched near the floor, busily pressing buttons and failing to shift his gaze to respond. She hated that. By now she deserved some basic eye contact....