Space Booty Part 1

 This is a three part commission for DeviantArt

The irony of the phallic shape of the space rocket SS Invader was not something lost on the ship's Captain John Broad. A merchant vessel by design, it traversed the galaxy carrying the captain, his small crew of two and their contraband cargo of bootleg toys. Captain Broad was the only male passenger of the small space faring ship as being overpowered by a mutinous crew was not something he wanted to contend with and in deep space.

“All quiet on the Western front?” He barked at Ally the Navigator as he passed her in one of the ships corridors, pausing to leer at her chest. Decreased gravity did wondrous things to breasts. The girl was slender and top heavy and he knew she was bright beyond her rank – not that it would help her career much if she continued to refuse to sleep with him. “I trust we are on course to reach Port Malice on schedule with no delays? It's not exactly Times Square out there in this part of the solar system.”

“Actually,” the Navigator checked an electronic screen on her wrist, “it seems we have hit something of a distraction. There is a small craft out there with their SOS beacon lit up. They're asking to board and bartering for fuel to get them to the next way station.”

“Captain!” Kara, his red faced first mate thundered into the corridor. She was pretty but dull witted and owed her rank to the fact that unlike Ally the Navigator, she had agreed to screw him. “It was a trap! We're being boarded! Pirates!”

“Pirates?” Captain Broad's face went white. He had heard plenty of stories of ranking officers being forced out of airlocks into deep space. “They can't find me! You need to hide me!” The two women seemed to freeze before him. “That's an order!” He yelled. Kara reacting quickest, grabbing his hand and leading him in the direction of the cargo hold away from the rocket's airlock. When they reached the hold door, his subordinate entered a code and the door open with a hiss. Countless humanoid figures stood before them. “Sex-dolls?!” The Captain cried with disbelief. “What am supposed to do with them?”

“They aren't sex-dolls,” the First Mate explained. “They are bodysuits. They are quite popular with the kinkier lifeforms in the galaxy. But more importantly, you can hide inside one while we figure out an escape route for you.” John hesitated for only a second before starting to strip off his clothes. The bodysuit fit him like a glove, sucking at his skin with almost vacuum like force to the extent the synthetic material felt like part of his body. Finally, he stood up and threw the long hair of the bodysuit behind his shoulders, struggling to balance in the high-heeled silver thigh-high boots. A latex mini-dress clung to his freshly borrowed curves and he had to brace himself with both hands on the hold walls to contain the overwhelming new sensations washing threw his body as a result of the device that now enveloped him. “Hold tight!” Kara's eyes were almost popped out of her head as she looked him up and down. “We will get you out of this! Just stay here and keep quiet! You don't want pirates to find you looking like that!”