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Happy New Year's Eve Eve!

I think everyone's gonna be busy partying this weekend to see an update, right? 

What do you think?

Crew Complement

Name: Julian Xander Patise

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 22

Field: Medical, bio-science

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Welcome BACK guys!

How was your holidays?

More to come this week, so stay tuned.

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Merry Christmas 

& 

Happy Holidays!

Have the best time ever! 

From all onboard Starlight

Crew Contact

What really drives up the hot level during Crew Contact sessions is when you play 'Commanding Officer'. The rules are simple; everyone gets a turn in telling the man in front of you what you want done to the guy in the middle, and they have to comply. The one who gets a cum-squirt wins. Then they get to be in the middle. Simple really.

Crew Complement

Name: Robin 'Puck' Frennelly
Rank: Private, Ground Command
Age: 19
Field: TBD

Crew Complement

Name: Lance Walter Bretweiler
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 26
Field: Geology, terraformation

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Hey everyone,
I'm sure you're all getting ready for Christmas. I'd be leaving the city too and going back home for some peace and quiet. With all the festivities, and the hangovers to come, I'd be taking a little break next Sunday.
Hopefully my time off would allow me to do a little advance writing. Fingers crossed.

I'd also like to take this opportunity to say a big thank you to everyone who's following this site - I'm dedicating this picture to all of you out there. I really appreciate your support. I have had a lot of help from a lot of folks out there linking this blog and getting the word out, couldn't have done it without you. Kisses and hugs to everyone.  Honestly, I didn't think that this story blog would last this long, and whatdaya know, Starlight will be celebrating its first birthday in January!


There will be some picture posts here right up to Christmas eve I think, so if I don't see you till next week, Merry Christmas and happy holidays folks!

Conversion - Part 12

“So it is decided,” said Hunt looking at everyone around the table. “H'loor and Commander Stone will be on point for this mission and we will speak again in an hour.”

“Captain, I will prefer to get my men ready for a first wave of attack.” Melanko lit another cigarette, took a drag of it and allowed the smoke to escape his lips as he spoke.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm colonel but I'm not taking any unnecessary risks. We will send in a drone, as we discussed and once we know what we're up against, we'll reexamine that tactical strategy.”

Melanko was about to protest when Hunt held up his hand. “We don't have a lot of time, let's get moving.”

…

Beads of sweat covered Murel's muscular back. When the beads grew too heavy, they trickled down his bare skin. He perspiration was not localized to just his back. The moisture that covered his body speckled making well-toned torso glisten with every move. But the movements that were not his own. Not exactly. Not really.

Ensign Tim Li's knees kicked his thighs further apart and the muscle strain was evident as the sinews under his skin grew visibly taut. But the young ensign was persistent. His expressionless face did not reflect the rage his firm penis exhibited. Murel moved and Tim's cock slipped out, the boy firmly grasp his organ on its base, point its head towards the sore anus and guide it in again. Once the full head had won over the resistance of the weakened anal ring, Tim drove in the entire length of his organ before withdrawing it a little and plunging it in again. This rocking motion was consistent and unrelenting, but as with Murel, Tim's movements were also not his.

The friction agitated Murel's angry anus. Tim parted the generous buttocks so that he could get more of his cock into the man beneath him. His pace quickened and it reached a point where Tim was just himself against Murel's butt in rapid thrusts and quick shallow stabs.

Private Allanah Jennings watched helplessly outside the energy barrier. Standing next to her was Commander Neil Tesper who bit down on his lower lip, fascinated and worried for the two men.

Tim's body looked so small against Murel's herculean frame and watching Tim overpower the bigger, stronger man was arousing. Murel seemed to be at the boy's mercy, his buttocks arched high in full submission to the ensign. Tesper felt the onset of a little stirring between his legs but he ignored it.

The dents on Tim's butt cheeks deepened as he drove in his cock one last time and deposited his seed in the depths of Murel. He closed his eyes when his body recovered from the ejaculation. When he opened them again, the cloud lifted.

For a few seconds Tim looked around confused, he then saw his cock still plugged into Murel and he panicked. He quickly pulled himself off. Murel was looking back at him with cleared eyes. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Realizing what had happened Murel scrambled to get up and tried to get away from Tim as fast as he could. In his panic he kicked Tim in the knees and the boy fell over. He didn't stop to help, he didn't turn to look back.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” cried Tim when he found Tesper kneeling next to him. He put his head into Tesper's arms and the older man cradled him. And then the boy cried, softly at first but soon turned into loud sobs. From the corner of his eye he saw Allanah go to Murel. This is not going to end well, thought Tesper.

Crew Contact

A little R&R with crew mates can boost morale. Also, planning coinciding Crew Contact sessions is a good way to utilize the off-duty hours.

Crew Complement

Name: Michael Opeheimer
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 22
Field: Navigation, tactical

Conversion - Part 11

“And you are sure that this would work?”

“Nothing is ever a hundred percent captain,” said H'loor pacing the room.

This was the first time Captain Jonathan Hunt has seen H'loor so agitated. Ever since B'loor left the ship, the T'aal tribe had been keeping to themselves. Hunt had attempted to talk to him about the incident but H'loor was resistant; changing the subject whenever he could. The captain suspected that the loss of B'loor has had a deeper impact to the remaining eleven T'aal on Starlight than they were letting show. However, if they weren't ready to share, the captain wasn't going to push the matter.

“Tell me what you have in mind.”

“We did a few sensor sweeps at the locations where the crewmen had disappeared and we have found a common residual energy in all those areas,” H'loor sat down. “We are familiar with this energy signature.” He paused as if trying to find a way to simplify things for the human. “My brethren and I are convinced that our men have been taken through subspace to another dimension. The T'aal have the ability to create a threshold by channeling the energy. We believe that we may have a way to get our people back.”

“I sense there is a 'but' coming along.”

“But,” H'loor said softly. “We would have...difficulty in sustaining such a threshold.”

“Because you are one man short.”

“Yes, it was not an accident that there are tribes of twelve T'aal on every Earth ship. There is a... linkage, a connection that necessitates this specific number.”

“Then what are your chances in creating such a threshold?”

“In theory, we can create a doorway that would lead you to the abducted crew members but we would need to find a way to time it so that the threshold is opened in short intervals. This way the strain wouldn't be too difficult for us to withstand.”

“Thank you H'loor, that gives us an option. However, we also have a other problems, other variables. We would be going in blind. We won't be able to tell if there is going to be resistance on the other side, or how long it would take to extract our crew.” Hunt leaned back in his chair rubbing his head. He tapped on his scarab. “Commander Holts, assemble the senior staff in the conference room. Bring Melanko too.”

…

“Would you just stop tugging at your uniform?”

Private Nicolas Nelson looked over at Lieutenant Carter Colfax. Nelson had been assigned to help Colfax clear the quarters on the decks below the damaged sections of the ship and he was determined to do well in his first duty assignment.

He didn't think that wearing the new standard uniform could feel this uncomfortable, in truth, he didn't have time to think about it when he pulled it on. Once the order was given, he put on the snug olive green and black suit and snapped into action. It wasn't until a few hours later that he realized how naked he looked. Nelson wasn't shy, but he had never felt so self-conscious. Walking behind Colfax he kept his hands in front of his body and he kept pulling at his uniform in an attempt to hide his exposed skin.

“Sorry sir.”

“Relax private, we're just securing the deck not receiving dignitaries.”

They went along the empty walkways and peered into the evacuated quarters to make sure there wasn't anyone still inside. They moved from cabin to cabin without saying much.

“Sir? May I ask you a question?” Nelson said breaking the silence.

“Shoot.”

“Sir?”

“Just say what's on your mind Nelson.”

Nelson paused, working on how he was to phrase what he was thinking.

“These uniforms sir, you go everywhere in them?”

“On the ship mostly, or if we're on a planet and the conditions allow it, why?” Colfax walked into an empty cabin and poked his head into the shower stalls.

“Well, it just doesn't seem very... practical, or functional for that matter... It feels kinda weird that...”

“That you have your dick out?” Colfax chuckled. “I knew you guys were conservative but we've not been ashamed of our bodies for hundreds of years.”

“I am not ashamed sir, but what if I, you know...”

“Get excited? Geez kid, you really need to use your words.” Colfax turned to face the young private who was clearly blushing. “It doesn't matter, the body reacts the way it reacts. And after a while, you won't even notice it.”

“I guess.”

“Well I know. Come on, a strapping guy like you have nothing to be worried about. Besides, that beautiful cock of yours shouldn't be hidden.”

Nelson laughed.

“Thank you sir, to be honest I've never seen so many dicks since I came on board.”

“Think of it this way, your eyes, ears, mouth... skin they are all organs and they are all out there for everyone to see. And just like them, you just have to be careful not to hurt yourself.”

“That makes sense, I suppose,” said Nelson.

Colfax walked into another cabin and checked the room. Nelson trailed behind him looking around. Seeing nothing they both headed towards the door, but a slight rustling stopped them. They couldn't tell where the noise was coming from. Nelson moved towards a shelf and something fell on him. Startled, he let out a shriek and fought to pull whatever it was off him.

“Woah Nelson, stop! Relax, it's just Slitters.” Colfax gently held the boa and lifted the reptile off Nelson. “This is Lieutenant Brody's quarters and I think someone forgot to put Slitters here back into his aquarium. He's still a baby, quite harmless.”

“God! You allow pets on this ship?” Nelson was flustered as he watched Colfax return the two-foot snake into its tank.

“I think you scared him more than he did you.” Colfax laughed but when he turned around he could see that the private was a little rattled. “Hey, I thought you guys were built tough.” Trying to make light of the situation he held Nelson's shoulders, giving him a little squeeze.

“I'm sorry sir, it's just that this is my first space mission and a ship has been destroyed, crew members have been kidnapped and now Starlight is damaged, it's just... first day jitters I suppose.” Nelson smiled, but then his expression turned into embarrassment.

Standing so close to Colfax that Nelson could feel the lieutenant's body heat had triggered a physiological response. Even without looking down he knew that he was getting an erection and the tip of his penis was gently tapping on Colfax's cock.

“Oh shit, I'm sorry sir!” he tried to move back but found that Colfax didn't release his grip. It was then that Nelson saw a look on Colfax's face.

...

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A first look at the new Ground Command standard uniforms!

Open Frequencies - 200th Post!

There's still a whole lot of lovin' on the ship called Starlight.

200 posts may not seem like a whole lot but it's quite an important milestone for me. 

Over the last 12 months (yup this little story blog of mine is almost a year old!), I think 

I've made some improvements in putting together the images for this site. 

Looking back at some of my earlier posts, I've spotted many little flaws in the pictures, and

there is a part of me that wants to pull up the source files and redo them, but I'm trying to resist that.

I quite like the fact that this site has been able to show little improvements along the way. 

It gives me comfort (a little bit), to know that at least I've made some headway in something this year.

Significant or otherwise, at least it's something. 

Crew Contact

Ensign Luke Nelson gets ready for an evening of service.

Crew Complement

Name: Tadhg Keenan
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Age: 29
Field: Engineering

Conversion - Part 10

“Stop this please!” Murel felt his body betray him. He had never been aroused by the touch of another man before and although he knew that it was just his body reacting to the contact, he still felt odd. Tim Li was good. Murel understood why he was the Captain's Boy – in a matter of seconds the boy had managed to get him from flaccid to flexed. He tried to fend him off but with every passing moment his movements grew more labored and before long, paralysis seized his body.

Alannah moved in to help but walked into an force field and stumbled back. She was thankful that Tesper caught her just in time.

“Stop this immediately!” yelled Tesper. “This is wrong.”

“Irrelevant.”

“It is not irrelevant,” Tesper tried to determine the source of the voice, turning as he spoke. “If you want to study the mating habits of human beings, you have to understand us.”

Silence.

“Look, Murel is different from Tim. He isn't someone who would typically engage in sexual relations with someone of his own sex. And Tim is the exact opposite. In fact, the three of us are different and forcing us to do this is not only wrong but it's also an inaccurate way to study our sexual habits.”

Silence.

“He is right,” Allanah spoke up. She couldn't help trembling a little when she did. “This human would only mate with someone of my gender. Let the boy go... take me instead.”

Silence.

Without warning Allanah went limp. She fully expected to feel the floor as she fell but that didn't happen. Instead, her limbs atrophied and her body was levitating towards Murel and Tim. Her legs were parted as she closed in. Tim let go of Murel's hardon, he turned and planted his lips between her thighs.

“Interesting,” said the voice.

“This is unacceptable!” cried Tesper. As angry as he was, he knew that his protests were useless.

“You said that humans must choose a gender before engaging in this coitus of yours. Yet, as you can see, this younger human seems to be doing well with both.”

Tesper shook his head. “That doesn't prove anything. Human sexuality is complex. The fact that every human being at some instinctive level knows how to have sex doesn't mean anything at all. For us, an emotional connection needs to be established.”

“Irrelevant.”

Tesper realized how futile it was to have an academic debate with the being. Human sexuality couldn't be defined or explained in words, or in their current predicament, with forced sexual acts. Tesper wasn't even sure if he was the right person to accurately articulate the subject seeing how he never even tried to figure it out. To him, gender wasn't a concern to being with someone. After all, he was married to both a man and a woman and the three of them didn't need a definition to live together as a family.

Murel looked up and Tesper saw his pupils dilate. Murel pushed Tim aside and using his leftover saliva as lubricant he entered Allannah. The private's eyes widened in shock as her mouth opened in a muted scream.

Tim crawled between Murel's parted legs and tongued his swinging testicles as he continued to fuck Allanah. Every time he pulled back, Murel would pause long enough for Tim to run his tongue along his puckered anus before ramming his cock back into the Allanah.

Tim got out from under Murel and stood behind him. When he was close enough, Tim grabbed Murel's waist and pushed his penis into the moistened hole. Murel fell over, his own cock slipped out of Allanah. The engorged penis twitched as it choked back its load. Allanah dropped to the floor and finding she could move again, she pushed herself back. From a few feet away she watched in surprise and awe how easily the boy had brought down the muscular man.

Murel's cock deflated instantly when Tim started to gain momentum in his thrusts. Murel was on all fours, his face contorted in a grimace but he didn't move away from the anal assault. Tesper helped Allanah up and held her close to him as they watched. Both Tim and Murel's eyes were still blank as they continued.

Murel's penis shriveled up and his foreskin had engulfed the organ completely. The lifeless dick slapped uselessly against his pelvis, sending the precum that leaked from its leathery spout flying. Tim shifted his body and penetrated Murel deeper. The boy was relentless in trying to get as much of his hard cock into the virgin hole as possible.

…

H'loor walked out of the darkness in his quarters and felt a soft gust of air when the doors closed behind him. He had spent the last two hours with his T'aal brethren in meditation. It was now time to let the captain know their findings. His strides grew more urgent with each passing step as he went down the walkway towards the captain's office. He had a rescue plan in mind.

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Come back here tomorrow 

for the continuation of Conversion!

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Hope you're having as good a week as these guys here!

Talk to me people.

A Sunday Offering

Come on boy, back that ass up. 

Conversion resumes next week!

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Have a hearty meal y'all!

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Hope you all had a great weekend and enjoy reading the most recent chapter of Conversion.
Just a quick update. Next week is Thanksgiving, so I'll be taking the weekend off. No worries, Starlight will resume the following week. So to soften the blow, here's a picture of a young lieutenant enjoying a warm shower! Let me know your thoughts about the story so far.

Conversion - Part 9

“Breed?”

Allanah couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't remember a time when she was more conscious of her body. Instinctively she crossed her arms in front of her. Tesper caught her reaction.

“This is not our way,” Tesper said looking up to nowhere in particular.

“This is a falsehood,” the voice said in accusation.

“When it comes to copulation or sex, our species require an emotional attachment or a connection of some sort beforehand.”

“Not true. We have watched you and we've seen no such need.”

“Perhaps at times, but look, we can talk about this. Share more information with you but we need to contact our ship. Or let us see you at least.”

“Unnecessary.”

“Obviously we have something that you need if you're insisting on watching us have sex. I am sure we can help you.”

“Unnecessary. You are limited beings. We do not require your help. Show us what we want to see. You can do it willingly or not.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Murel spoke up realizing that Tim had started to shake and he pulled him closer. “Our species may be limited as you say, but we do not have sex without consent. We consider that a most heinous act.”

“Irrelevant.”

Tim fell to his knees and took Murel's penis with one hand and massaged his balls with his fingers. Before Murel could react, his cock was being coaxed to erection inside Tim's mouth. Murel tried to pull the boy off when he saw Tim's face. His eyes were blank.
…

“The explosion caused more damage than we initially thought.”

Stone nodded as he looked at a section of the bulkhead where a piece of the Ariel's hull had pierced through. Lieutenant Eli Meyer called up a holoscreen and highlighted the areas of the ship that had also sustained damage. Behind Stone was Sergeant Marcus Landrey and two of his security men.

“There's an entire deck of crew quarters below. I need this entire section evacuated and sealed off.”

“Already under way sir,” said Meyer flicking off the holoscreen.

Stone nodded and walked away, Landrey and the rest followed him. Stone saw a look on the young man's face and smiled.

“Welcome to deep space sarge.”

…

Lieutenant David Simpier was surprised how determined Lieutenant Carter Colfax was. As soon as the ship had stopped shaking he jumped back on him kissing frantically.

“Carter, I think we should report in!” said Simpier fighting to get his words out.

“Shut up Dave,” Colfax sat on Simpier's waist and held him down by the shoulders. “It took nearly a month for us to set this up and I don't care if we are ripped into a million pieces.”

Sanders broke free and turned, pinning Colfax down.

“You don't mean that. Come on.”

“Will you just relax? I've signaled in our location. If they need us, they'll know exactly where we are.”

Simpier tried to protest but stopped when he felt Colfax's hand cupping his balls.

“Come on, man up and fuck me.”

Simpier had to admit he was turned on. He noticed Colfax eying him before, but he had always thought he wasn't the man's type. Simpier had only seen Colfax with young ensigns and was surprised when he saw the Crew Contact roster that Colfax had asked for him.

Just before the explosion the two of them had just gotten naked and were standing in front of each other. Simpier felt it amusing that it was almost like a size-up. Their body types were almost identical – they were both muscular and tall. Simpier remembered chuckling when Colfax flexed his pecs and he mirrored the move with a laugh.

“Besides,” said Colfax pushing himself out from under Simpier. “I'm sure we've got a few minutes.”

Simpier lifted Colfax's legs and pushed them over his head. He smiled before planting his mouth on the lieutenant's anus, licking him deeply and inhaling his musk.

“That's it Dave, that's it right there,” moaned Colfax feeling the fleshy tongue probe his anus. “Oh good tongue, go deep man, go deeper!”

Simpier loved the archaic sports reference and tunneled his way in, tasting the bitter as he burrowed on. He spat on the quivering sphincter and gave the hairless perineum a lap before slurping in the large orbs inside the soft scrotal sack.

“Oh god!”

“What? You don't get this from your kids?” Sampier looked up from between Colfax's massive legs.

“You're ruining it.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Simpier resumed by taking the roll of meat into his lips.

After a few more slurps Colfax pushed Simpier off and crawled further into bed and stayed on all fours. He looked over his shoulders at Simpier who followed in and positioned himself behind the man.

“My boys don't need prompting,” he teased.

“Your boys probably can't do this,” said Simpier and penetrated him with just one powerful stab.

Colfax yelped but got comfortable with the organ inside him. He probably wouldn't tell Simpier this, but he hardly got fucked. There was something about bending over for a man near his age, or older that turned him on immensely. It was a different sort of high compared to the younger men he usually beds. With them, he enjoyed being dominant and he loved watching the submission on their faces as he entered them.

Simpier pounded on, his cock grew more slippery as it shoved more of his saliva into the waiting hole. Then he pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. He waited and then smiled when he felt Colfax's anal muscles massage his invading cock.

“Fuck my cock, come on do it,” he whispered.

Colfax complied.

When Simpier resumed thrusting into the soft silky anus that now offered no resistance, he reached under Colfax and gripped his cock jerking it.

“Let's come together.”

Colfax nodded even though he knew Simpier couldn't see him. He entrusted his milking to the skillful hand of the other man. He was ready to cum but he was worried that Simpier wasn't there yet until he heard the labored breathing from the lieutenant and and quickened thrusts. He closed his eyes and let it rip.

Colfax yelled through his teeth and was joined by Simpier as they both succumbed to the sensations of their cocks releasing their load.

With a huff, Simpier fell on Colfax, his wet slippery cock slipped out of the snug sore hole.

A knock at the door.

“Colfax, we're evacuating this section, report to your station now,” said the voice from the other side.

Colfax waited until the footsteps were gone.

“See, I told you we had a few minutes,” said Colfax looking deeply into Sampier's eyes.

And they kissed.

Crew Complement

Name: Dean Wesley Leight
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 28
Field: Medical

Crew Complement

Name: Jerald Gerrick
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 25
Field: Navigation

Conversion - Part 8

Lieutenant Commander Stone watched the faces of the Ground Command troopers as he briefed them on the ship's status. He could see that they were nervous, and understandably so. On Earth, the troopers tackled their enemies efficiently by accessing their strengths and strategies and then form a well-calculated strike plan. But in here and now, things were different. For one thing, they couldn't even make a guess as to who or what they were up against.

“Take a look at your orders. I have divided you into teams and you are assigned to different areas of the ship. Team leaders, I want updates every half hour. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir!”

“Then snap to it.”

The troopers were nearly out the door when they heard Stone again.

“And I expect everyone to be in standard uniform the next time I see you.”

...

Halloway's face showed no emotion, his eyes were blank. The big dilated pupils stared back at Eddie Noap without seeing him. Not that Eddie was looking. He was glad the stasis he that held under didn't prevent him from closing his eyes. He was glad that he could bite on his lower lip and force his mind to refocus.

Although the initial shock had worn out, Eddie's humiliation continued. There he was, completely naked, completely exposed and being used against his will. Halloway's rigid penis slid in and out of his anus without any signs of stopping. It was in the same rhythm - the motion of impaling the trooper fully then pulling all the way out before slamming into him again.

The young private could remember the first and only time he had sex with another man. He was so young then. There was a lot of fumbling about and a lot of mistakes. He was sure that neither of them enjoyed themselves. During the quiet nights alone in the barracks after lights out, he would recall the memory and there were times when he considered trying it again. But those were the lonely times, times when he craved for some one's, any one's touch.

Eddie was sure that Halloway had ejaculated, more than once – he could feel sticky fluid ooze out of his anus and splatter when Halloway's balls slapped against his butt. But Halloway didn't stop.

Then something changed. There variations started forming, slight but noticeable, in the way Halloway was plugging in his full hard cock. And Eddie's toes curled, and his back arched. He felt Halloway's fleshy cockhead brush against his prostate before hitting it again and again.

The sensation was new to the young private and the more he responded to the stimulation, he realized, the more he found he could move.

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Hey y'all.

How do you like the way Conversion is coming along? Where do you think the sixty-odd men and women are? And what do you think is gonna happen next? Hmmm...

Well some updates, I finally got around to shooting the model of Starlight I made. I tried to make it look similar to the initial design of the ship, which was completely rendered. The problem with the original version was that I couldn't show it any other way because it would look completely different. With this model, made up of mostly papier-mache, I could shoot the ship at different angles giving me a little more freedom to play with it visually.

I've always wanted an odd and interesting shape for Starlight - seeing how it was built on T'aal design. From the pictures posted here before, we often see a lot of beams on the ceilings with the light shining through, so I thought why not make the top of the ship full of these intricate beams that crisscrossed.

Also new with the Conversion storyline, is Ground Command - troops sent to beef up security and pack some firepower. I wanted them to be a contrast to the crew of Starlight with the troopers being a little more conservative, and a little less ready to hop into bed with anyone. Oh yes, and there are women among them too. So let's see if this will spark some drama.

Lastly, for those of you who came here to look at the pics, here's one for you.

Laters!

Crew Contact

"I just came off my shift."
"I know, I can smell your shift."
"I see you're in quite the mood."
"Well, let's just say I've been waiting."
"Oh? Since when?"
"Since 0500."
"I got you beat by two hours."
"This is not a competition."
"Everything's a competition."
"Fuck you."
"Not if I get there first."




"Shut up and come in."

Crew Complement

Name: Evan Curtin
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 30
Field: Engineering

Conversion - Cover Art

Conversion - Part 7

“Report!” yelled the captain as he stumbled onto the bridge. The scene was chaotic with overlapping chatter as everyone on duty was trying to regain control of the situation.

Hunt knew that Melanko was right behind him followed by Holts and Stone. He pushed over the fallen bulkhead to get to a working console where he called up a holoscreen to check their status. The projection flickered a few times before finally forming. Starlight was damaged, but not severely. The engines were offline and life-support systems were down in some parts of the ship.

Starlight had been thrown a few hundred kilometers by the explosion and according to the readouts, the scanners picked up only debris around them – and whatever that was left of the Astral showed no signs of life.

Hunt gave Stone a look and the lieutenant commander nodded and left the bridge. Holts was already at the command deck and was briefed by the crewman on duty.

“What the fuck happened?” cursed Melanko, just loud enough for Hunt to hear. Although Hunt's first impulse was to ignore him, he knew that the colonel was only saying what was on his mind too.

…

Private Eddie Noap could feel his cock drooping as his penis started to soften. Although he couldn't tell how long Halloway had been sucking on his dick, he knew that his organ had lost sensitivity – the more Halloway blew him, the softer he got. In fact, it was starting to hurt.

He tried to see what was happening to the rest of the crew. Private Jennifer Ollien was turned over. A man was plowing her from behind and another was stuffing her mouth with his ample cock. Like him, he could tell that Jennifer could do little else but let the men have their way.

Eddie felt Halloway push his legs apart. Then he felt his own knees pressed up against his chest. He immediately knew what was going to happen even before the tip of Halloway's cock found his anus. Eddie felt a jolt as cold sweat burst through his pores when the cock finally pushed through the tight muscles of his sphincter. His lower body started to cramp as his muscles tensed up. He couldn't stop what was happening and the merciless cock continued to push itself deeper into him. He didn't even realize it until he felt his tears dripping into his ears. He was crying.

…

“I'm fine,” said Alannah Jennings covering her breasts with both arms and tucking her hair behind her ears with her fingers. She drew her legs close to her body and then quickly hugged her knees.

“Do you remember how you got here?” asked the man standing in front of her.

She shook her head. Even in the confusion, she was amazed how casual the man was with his nudity. Even after all those years of training in close quarters with the men and women in Ground Command, she had seen only a handful of people who was so at ease being naked.

“I'm Commander Neil Tesper, and that's Lieutenant Jacques Murel and Ensign Tim Li,” said the man as he continued to look around.

“Corporal Alannah Jennings, from Ground Command,” she said noticing the other men in the room for the first time.

Murel walked to her, crouched down and placed his hand on her shoulders. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm okay,” she forced a smile and tried to ignore Murel's thick cock swinging between his powerful legs.

“I can't see anything, are we even in a room?”

“It'll take a while for your eyes to adjust to the light Timmy, but I'm sure we're in a room of some sort. Here, there is a solid wall.”

It was difficult to see anything in the stark white surroundings and Alannah couldn't even clearly tell how far away everyone was from her. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was a trained soldier, cowering was something Ground Command troopers don't do. She let go of her legs and stood up. She held out her hands in front of her and walked in a straight line to the opposite side of the room until she felt a wall in front of her. “You're right, there's another one here.”

“Welcome!”

The booming voice startled the four humans. Instinctively they walked towards each other and stood facing different directions, trying to ascertain the source of the voice.

“Who are you?” asked Tesper.

“Welcome!” said the voice again.

“Why have you abducted us?”

“We have done no such thing.”

“You are holding us here against our will. That is not an acceptable way to treat guests.”

“We are curious about your species.”

“Return us to our ship so that we can make contact properly,” said Murel speaking up.

“There is no need. You are here,” the voice said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

“What do you want from us?” asked Allanah.

“We want to watch.”

“Watch? What the hell do you wanna see?” Allanah was agitated and her fists were clenched.

“We want to watch you breed.”

Crew Complement

Name: Lester Alexander
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 27
Field: Communications, tactical

Crew Contact

Lieutenant Brennon Jalique enjoys spending most his Crew Contact hours watching his lover, the young Ensign Ian Lester, plowed by his fellow crew mates. There was something about sharing Lester that Jalique found incredibly exciting and arousing.

Happy Halloween!

I'm taking a break this weekend! Will update on Wednesday! Have a great Halloween everyone!

Crew Complement

Lieutenant Kevin Haruo Kanishiro, known for his hospitality, would always pull off his scarab before he entertained.

When he is off duty he is hardly contactable.

Crew Complement

Name: Andrew Smith Eton
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 31
Field: Security

Conversion - Part 6

“So far we have sixty-five people unaccounted for sir.”

Stone called up a holoscreen that showed the missing crew members. He, Commander Holts and Colonel Melanko sat around the captain's desk.

“Sixty-five? Do we know who or what is doing this?” Captain Hunt leaned forward to read the list. Of the total abducted, three were Ground Command troopers. He hated himself a little for thinking it, but he hoped that this incident will show Melanko what they were facing out here in the cosmos.

“What about on your ship Colonel?”

“The Astral has reported twelve so far but they are still searching the ship.” Melanko looked at the projected holoscreen and scrolled down to read the names of those missing. The colonel stood up and walked towards the door. “I need to return to the ship, the captain should be able to tell me more.”

“Very well, Commander?” Hunt nodded and Holts understood. He got up to show the colonel to his shuttle.

Before the two men could get to the door, the ship rocked violently. Stone felt a sharp pain on his head as he fell. He tasted blood in his mouth as he struggled to steady himself. He could see Holts near the door trying to balance himself by holding onto its frame but the ship shook again and he fell over the colonel and knocked his head against the door.

The cabin went dark and it took the emergency lights a few moments to activate. But before anyone could stand up another hard shake, more forceful than the last two, threw everyone against the bulkhead.

Then everything stopped. The room went silent and no one moved, quietly waiting for another hit. When none came, they started to push themselves up, groaning as they did.

“Is everyone alright?” It was the captain. He held his arm as he moved the desk off him.

“Bridge, report.” the captain punched the console leaning his head against the wall. When his hand moved from his arm, Stone could see that he had a nasty gash on it.

It took a while before they got a reply from the bridge.

“Sir, it's the Astral. She's been destroyed.”

…

Private Eddie Noap opened his eyes. That was about all he could do. Panic swept over him and he tried to struggle, but there were no restraints on him. He forced himself to calm down and let his training take over. He strained his neck and tried to look around him. He couldn't see anything at first. The glare of his surroundings was too much. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for them to adjust. He tried to call out, but he couldn't hear anything. He tried making a sound, any sound, but nothing. It was as if he was in a vacuum and everything was sucked into the nothingness.

He squinted and finally he could make out the shapes around him. There were, from what he could see with his peripheral vision, three or four bodies floating horizontally next to him on both sides. They were human, and they were naked. And it occurred to Eddie that he may very well be in the same situation and condition.

It was difficult for him to judge distance with everything being completely white, but he estimated that there was a distance of about ten feet between him and the next bodies. He bit down on his lower lip and tried to move his head. He could only get about a few inches but that was enough for him to recognize the person on his right. It was Private Jennifer Ollien. She was looked back at him. And blinked once, purposefully. He returned the gesture, hoping that it communicated something, anything, to her. She looked as confused and terrified as he did.

Eddie tried looking to his left. It took him a while but the naked man looked like someone from Starlight. He didn't recall his name. He too was straining his neck to look at him.

Eddie's body jumped when he felt someone touch his leg. Then someone licked his belly, gently grazing his abdominal muscles with a wet tongue. Goosebumps formed all over him as the lapping moved up towards his head. He felt a mouth on his nipples, then suction, then more tongue licking the protruding nub. When the person finally came to view, the young private recognized him as Lieutenant Halloway, a member of the security team from the ship.

There was nothing in Halloway's eyes, he seemed to be under some sort of influence. He didn't even register any facial expressions. All Halloway did was kiss his collar bone while staring staring right at him. There was nothing Eddie could do, he couldn't even clench his fists. He watched helplessly as Halloway kissed his neck and felt the older man touch him, all over.

Crew Complement

Name: Joshua Oliver
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 27
Field: Terraformation

Crew Complement

Name: Wilbur David King
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 25
Field: Engineering

Conversion - Part 5

“So is this your first deep space mission?”

Lieutenant Joel Wong looked at the young private assigned to him for the day. The captain thought familiarizing the twenty Ground Command troops to the ship would be a good start. After a tour of the entire ship, which took over five hours, Lieutenant Commander Stone split the troops up and stationed them to different departments on the ship.

Private Freddie Noap was to accompany Wong for the remainder of the day to learn about the ship's propulsion. While he was there, Stone gave his the extra duty to map out strategic and vantage points of the entire section. Standing in the engine room Wong couldn't help but feel that the attention of the young private was somewhere else.

“Private Noap, did you hear what I just said?”

“Sir!” Noap stood at in attention.

“At ease kid. Wow, you guys really don't respond to anything unless it comes as a command.”

“Sorry! Sir!”

“Okay, chill kid. I asked if this was your first mission into deep space.”

Wong watched as Noap's face softened and his shoulders relaxed. The kid was young, he couldn't be more than nineteen, at most. Wide-eyed and eager, Wong immediately grew a liking to him. While Noap looked every bit like the rough and tough Ground Command soldier on the outside, Wong wondered if the new surroundings was a little intimidating to the boy.

“Yes sir, in fact, this is my first deployment outside Earth.”

“Well I'm glad you're here then. Don't worry about it you'll get the... Private, you've drifted off again, what is the matter with you? What in the world could be so intriguing?” Wong followed Noap's gaze and saw that he was staring at H'loor, one of the eleven remaining T'aal on board Starlight.

Wong pulled the boy away and they went behind a wall. Standing just inches away from Noap with his hands still on the private's shoulders, Wong was amazed how good he smelt and how firm his muscles were.

“What is it?”

“Sorry sir, it's just that I've never seen a T'aal before, not this close anyway.”

“How can that even be? The T'aal have been on Earth for over twenty years.”

“At Ground Command we don't allow anyone... not like us.”

Wong had heard that Ground Command training were pretty reclusive; isolating themselves for long stretches of time perfecting their skill. Whenever they were deployed to handle a situation, they would come, seize control and then leave. Two wars in the last hundred years were quickly brought to an end by Ground Command. For the longest time they were known as the most efficient attack force in the world.

“So let me get this straight. You guys are not allowed to have sex, can't leave the base for more than twenty-four hours, and you have never even seen a T'aal?”

“We train really hard sir,” said Noap wryly.

“Yeah, but surely you've watched entertainment programs on the holonet, right?”

Noap gave him a look and Wong shook his head in amazement.

“I guess you guys really do take your training pretty seriously.”

“When you're always on a high level readiness you really don't have time to -”

It took Wong a few seconds before he realized what had happened. He blinked a few times just to make sure. Noap was gone.

Wong stepped over to the nearest console and punched a few commands on the holoscreen. His heart raced as his fingers danced over the projected interface. Then the alarms rang ship wide.

“Security! We have a possible abduction! Private Noap has just disappeared!” pressed down on his scarab and yelled over the klaxon as calmly and clearly as he could.

“Lieutenant, report to the conference room,” it was Stone's voice over the comm. “He may not be the only one.”

Conversion - Part 4

Private Nicolas Nelson whistled when he walked into his designated quarters. The room was big and it was obvious that had been recently refitted to look like the barracks. There were three beds on two sides of the room and a door in the back that led to the shower stalls.

Some of his troop members were already there unloading their duffel bags, laughing and chatting as they went. He walked to the empty bed right at the end and threw his bag onto the bed.

“Looks like our accommodations are kinda disappointing.”

“Yeah, I saw some of the crew quarters and I hear they each get a room,” said Private Jennifer Ollien who was stuffing her clothes into a footlocker. She then slammed it shut before kicking it under her bed.

“Well, at least they're makin' us feel at home.”

“Oh quit bitchin' you two,” yelled Private Bryan Summers in his usual jovial tone. “The colonel himself specifically asked that our rooms be this way.” Summers pulled off his olive uniform and unbuckled his pants. “I'm just happy that we don't have to wear their uniforms, I don't think I'd be comfortable walking around with my dick hanging out,” he laughed as he yanked off his pants and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“And a mighty fine dick that is too,” teased Ollien who raised an eyebrow when she turned to Nelson. “What do you think Nicky?”

“Oh I'm sure Nicky would love it,” Private Lee Kremwell walked out of the shower with a towel around his neck. He went over and gave Nelson a playful punch on the shoulder. “Come to think of it, so would I.”

Nelson gave off a nervous laugh and tried not to look at Kremwell's wet and well-defined body. He looked down pretending to get the footlocker out from under his bed with his foot. From the corner of his eye he could see the water drip from the tip of Kremwell's fat flaccid penis onto the floor.

“Fine by me,” Ollien stood up and stripped off her uniform. Her sweaty skin glistened in the light. “You know what, I think I'm going to enjoy this assignment.” She smiled and then chucked her uniform onto the bed. She pulled a towel, flung it over a bare shoulder and walked towards the showers. “But,” Oillien said turning back. “It's just gonna be a whole lotta admiring and nothin else.”

Nelson knew what she meant. Their rules of no fraternization applied here too, not that he has had a lot of luck in hookups even if it didn't. Nelson took off his uniform and fell on his bed tucking his hands behind his head. The last time the nineteen-year-old had sex was over a year ago when he was on leave, and he didn't even enjoy that encounter. There were whispers, from time to time, going around the barracks about troops fooling around, but he had never dared to try anything. And given that Starlight had a Crew Contact policy, he wondered, licking his lips, if he'd be able to resist the temptation.

Crew Complement

Name: Bastian Jeremy Locke
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Age: 28
Field: Security, tactical

Conversion - Part 3

After the handover ceremony was done, Captain Hunt and Colonel Malenko adjourned to the captain's office. Lieutenant Commander Stone watched silently as the troops marched out of the reception hall. As they left, Stone felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. His years as part of Ground Command came back to him. They were a different breed of soldiers. And they were soldiers in the traditional sense of the word. They would see to every task and obey every order.

While the crew of Starlight were trained professionals as well, Stone had to admit that there was a hierarchical structure and fighting spirit that only Ground Command troops possessed.

Stone walked to the middle of the room and addressed the three senior troop leaders.

“At ease.”

The three moved in unison and clasped their hands behind them. Their faces looking ahead and their expressions were neutral.

“Sergeant Marcus Landrey, Corporal Alannah Jennings and Corporal Anjal Paramesh. You are the most senior of the troops. And I expect you to take the lead those under you to acclimate to the life on board. I expect, that in a very short time, you will work hard to be a part of this crew and follow the rules on board this ship. Is that understood?”

“Sir yes sir!” they barked.

“There is a certain formality here on Starlight that you may not be used to. I am certain that you will all adapt in short order. In the meantime, I would expect the three of you to come directly to me if there are any questions.”

“Sir yes sir!”

“Do any of you have any questions?”

Silence.

“You have permission to speak freely.”

“Sir!”

“Yes, sergeant.”

“I believe that I am more qualified to lead the Grand Command troops on this ship sir. And we don't need a babysitter, sir.”

“Do you?” Stone suppressed a smile. He missed the cocksure attitude that comes with that uniform. Marcus Landrey couldn't be more than twenty-four and Stone could see it in his eyes that this man wanted to rise up the ranks in the shortest time possible. In their brief exchange Stone was reminded of how much he was like Landrey at his age. The impatience, the ambition, the eagerness to prove himself and that hint of insubordination in his tone.

Stone took a step and stood toe-to-toe with the younger man staring him down. Then he leaned in close enough to smell the hint of musk on Landrey. “Well that is just too bad mister. While you are on this ship, you will obey my orders, is that understood?”

“Sir yes sir!” barked Landrey with just a flash of retaliation in his voice, his eyes not making any contact.

“Is there anything else?”

Silence.

“Then I want to see all three of you on deck six, conference room two at 1300 for your first briefing,” said Stone still in Landrey's face.

Stone gave the three of them one more look before taking a step back.

“Dismissed.”

When the three had left the reception hall, Stone shook his head and sighed.

“This is going to be an interesting few days.”

Open Frequencies

Wait for it. The next update is Sunday, 11am Central.

Crew Complement

Name: Sam Bilders
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Age: 32
Field: Medical

Conversion - Part 2

“I don't get it sir.”

Commander Greg Holts shifted his weight in the chair. He has sat in front of Captain Jonathan Hunt hundreds of times before but the seat has never felt this uncomfortable.

“Do they think that we can't handle ourselves out here?” asked Lieutenant Commander George Stone who sat completely still cradling a cup of tea.

“Gentlemen, these orders come from the top and this doesn't reflect on your command capabilities at all. But frankly, with all that we've been through in the last couple of months, having additional trained officers on board can't be a bad thing.”



“My men are trained sir,” Stone replied without showing a hint of agitation.

“Of course they are commander, that was a poor word choice. All I'm saying is, instead of fighting it, just treat the Ground Command as a bonus to your security and tactical team.”

“Who will be in charge of them?”

“We will Mr. Holts. As long as they are on Starlight and on our missions, they will follow our chain of command. Having said that, they are insisting on keeping to their code of conduct, which I am sure there is some middle ground we can come to. Colonel Melanko will be here within the hour to do the official handover and then his men will stay back and that's that.”

“I have met the colonel before,” said Holts uncrossing his legs. “And I know a little about Ground Command as well. These guys are tough, and different.”

“Which takes me to my next point,” said Hunt looking at Holts. “Commander Stone, you were a member of the Ground Command army before you joined us. I want the new crew to report directly to you. Commander Holts will oversee, but you'll be in charge of them.”

“And soon we'll be one happy crew,” said Holts smiling for the first time.

“If they become part of the crew,” Stone said leaning forward. “These men are trained to function as a very cohesive unit with a strict chain of command. They will stay with their own and it will be difficult to change, if that is even possible.”

“Then I'd expect you'll have a challenge in front of you Mr. Stone.”

….

“So we're expecting some new faces eh?”

Lieutenant Vincent Tomlinson softly kneaded Stone's shoulders. When he didn't get a response, Tomlinson went around the seated man and crouched down to look him in the eye.

“You okay George?”

“Sorry...? Oh yeah, I'm fine, why?”

“You just seemed a little distracted.”

“I'm fine. Just preoccupied with the integration of the new crew, that's all.”

Tomlinson took Stone's hands and cupped them. He knew that Stone wasn't just thinking about Ground Command. Ever since they left Julan, the lieutenant commander had been more withdrawn than usual.

“Look, I know this is your first Crew Contact since Julan and I'd understand if you just want to talk... or if you'd rather be alone I can totally...”

“It's fine. I'm fine.”

“Okay, I mean if you -”

“Just take off your clothes lieutenant,” said Stone shaking free his hands from Tomlinson's. He stood up and walked to a porthole. From the corner of his eye he could see Tomlinson hesitate for a second before he started stripping.

Stone wasn't sure if he was ready. But he desperately needed the distraction. He had been tiring himself out with longer shifts, volunteering for extra duty and taking on additional assignments. He didn't even mind that he was about to embark on what would likely be a futile act of merging two crews who have very different ideology and procedures. All he wanted at the end of the day was to just fall on his bed and let sleep take him. All he wanted was to be too tired to think, and hopefully not even dream.

Stone felt Tomlinson's hands reaching from behind him and caressing his chest. He felt his lips on his neck and his breath in his ear. He even felt the lieutenant's thickening penis rubbing up against his buttocks. Stone let Tomlinson remove his pants, kneeling as he peeled the snug fabric off his legs. When the pants came off Stone felt little kisses planted along the small of his back and down his butt crack. The kisses were replaced by a tongue that was trying to wiggle its way between his thick mounds of flesh.

Stone adjusted his stance and arched his back giving Tomlinson better access. The slick tongue flicked over every surface it could reach, trying to stimulate his anus and perineum. And although Stone felt an arousal coming on, he couldn't take his eyes off the stars.

It had been two weeks since Starlight left the Yusei system. And since then he has had nights when, after hours of failed sleep, he'd press his face up against a porthole straining to hear Squeak's songs. Occasionally he'd think that he could hear a faint whisper, but he knew that it was probably his own imagination. Yet, the emptiness inside him felt very real. And very raw still.

Tomlinson's wet mouth was wrapped around Stone's penis, sucking with all his might. Stone felt sorry for not being able to give the poor guy a decent erection for his efforts.

Tomlinson crawled under Stone's legs to get into a better position. He took Stone's semi-erect cock into his mouth let his tongue search for the edge of Stone's foreskin. He slipped his tongue underneath it and tunneled its way in. Stone's breath started to grow heavier and Tomlinson was glad that he was getting a reaction out of the man. Once the foreskin was rolled back the lieutenant focused his efforts on the plump corona. Stone flinched when he felt teeth scraping over his cockhead. Stone reached down and pulled his cock out of his mouth.

“Let's do this in bed.”

“Sure,” smiled Tomlinson wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He then jumped into the bed and watched Stone climb in. Tomlinson made a move to kiss Stone, but he flinched turned his head away.

“I'm sorry, I just thought that...”

“No, no, I'm sorry. I'm really bad company tonight. Look, I have a few more minutes before I need to get ready to receive the Ground Command crew, why don't I just help you get off.”

Before Tomlinson could say anything Stone went on all fours and took the younger man's cock with his mouth. The priority for Stone wasn't sexual fulfillment anymore, he now just wanted Tomlinson to discharge his load as soon as possible.

This wasn't working for Tomlinson and Stone knew this. The lieutenant pulled his cock out and without saying a word and started to jerk himself off. Stone kissed and lapped Tomlinson's belly showing the younger man how sorry he was that the session had turned out so badly. Stone was relieved when he finally felt a spray of hot liquid on his chest.