Captured human women, are delivered to the "red light" district of the space station, including to the Massage Parlor with happy endings!
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| Who to choose, who to choose, they all look so good, I think I am in the mood for Chinese! |
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| How many credits for a go at that one? |
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| and how much more if you throw in the Vietnamese chick? |
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| Damn I feel like a Covfefe kid in a supplement shop! |
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| I am having trouble making up my mind, so many excellent choices! |
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| We only have a few days of shore leave, so I mus be careful in my selection! |
First stop is the brothel of Human captive women, the next stop is the bar with the BIGGEST BADDEST COVFEFE CONTEST
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| As you know due to casualties in the raid on the Vega sector, we have promotions to fill, and you know we promote based on muscular fitness and combat prowess! |
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| These three are competing to be our new Head of Security! |
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| Judges will score on muscle size and proportions, scoring each muscle group, and overall physique! |
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| Damn, they really are a race of meatheads! When do you get off duty, sweetie? |
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| Now we move to the quadriceps scoring... |
More was planned, but Edit-brah pointed out we needed to keep the story tighter and not spin off on tangents, however interesting they might be...
I contemplated Your Mule being a month on the Covfefe vessel being put through the ringer of torments, wrestling with the lower ranking Covfefe, being sexual man-handled by various Covfefe, and a dominatrix scene with Linda. I thought we could have Your Mule grow a beard to show the passage of time. But Edit-brah put a kibosh on this project for the sake of story flow and cohesion, so we went with an earlier rescue of Your Mule by the future humans!
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| I vowed not to shave my beard until I had revenged myself on the Covfefe and stopped their evil plans, but the darn thing was getting awfully itchy! |
Very cool, thank you ... love Mule with a beard for a change! :-) Rgds, Olli
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