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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes in R16
- Theme: Cherry Picking
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Fruit Harvest
This is from the diary of a farmer's daughter on a backwater planet that was leaked during a data storm. The girl in question was just a wheat and Pommi fruit farmer. But this story blew up on the Galactic data streams.
The Players:
Hanna Solstice - 19, full figured beauty, quiet and shy.
Gregory Peckerson - 20 rugged soldier assigned to keep the creatures from the volcano's at bay.
Day 1003
The harvest festival was underway. I had to help the school again this year with baking duties and wrangling the kids from the colony and the native children. This year they seem to be living in a full throttle overdrive.
I spotted him again, and my cheeks flushed. Greg was a soldier in the Commonwealth's Colonial Defense Force assigned with a full unit to protect this quiet, peaceful world from the magma beasts, who did not rampage but would travel too close to the colonies. Glorified ranch hands.
At first he was indifferent to us, and us being the single ladies of the colonies. who tried with every fiber of our beings to get his attention, but he shrugged and walked off to join the patrol squad in the market.
But today...
I was out in the wild pommi orchard of sorts, the fruit being slightly larger than the domesticated version, just humming and picking the fruit to make jams and jellies when I felt his strong hands catch me before I absently fell into the creek of pink water running below a five foot drop.
"I was herding some magma chickens nearby, and noticed you were alone out here."
"Yeah, Pa owns the woods and I often come pick the fruit as it is sweeter than the orchards fruits."
"I see."
"Care to take a break?"
"I can spare some time, the patrol rounds are finished and the Jetterson's asked for help with the landing of a new livestock barn being space dropped today, but its not really a team job. Just stand and hold the beacon until you see it falling from the sky then place the beacon and run."
"Sounds exciting."
"No, orbital drops are boring then a moment of excitement, then watching it unpack and self build."
"oh."
This is where I made the biggest, but best mistake of my short life. See the wild fruit contains an enzyme that is basically an all purpose sex drug. Makes you hornier than a jackrabbit in heat. I had forgotten that, even after Momma and Daddy fucked like rabbits on the kitchen table leading to twins who are annoying as all fuck now.
I innocently offered him a fruit and ate one myself, as I was hungry, and my small group of friends has the lunch cooler, half a mile away harvesting Percaro nuts and Sizzle fruit which only grew near the hot springs and tasted like a hot fruit pie.
We finished the fruit, and chucked the seeds into the creek where the water would carry them to grow elsewhere.
Then it hit us.
I shifted on the root, my pussy starting to scream and ache something fierce. He shifted uncontrollably, his tight trousers tighter. He knocked over his pulse rifle as we lunged at each other.
In a flash he was on top of me, our clothes gone and we were breathing heavy.
"I like you."
"I like you too."
"No, I really like you. You are not like most of the other girls. You don't push your tits in my face everytime I am close."
"Momma said that girls who flaunt tits are hookers in training."
"Good momma."
"I am going in."
"Be gentle, its my first time."
"Yes ma'am."
Then he did it. slowly at first, but I was too far gone to notice the small pain as my chastity was ripped away. After a moment and a small dribble of blood, I was now fully a woman. His woman. He let me adjust to the delicious new feelings before pounding my poor kitty into utter submission. I arched my back and screamed out as one climax crashed over me after another. His cock was just brutal but oh so nice.
I stopped thinking and let it happen, he was ravishing me quite fully, owning every orifice I had. He came in my poor pussy, then using the heat blocking lotion, invaded my poor asshole with his hot gun of lustful justice.
When we were truly spent, we dipped into the creek, the pink water soothing away our sexual aches. We dressed and his comm chimed off that a mother inferno bear was fighting with her mate again, and the Indari fruit, a fruit you had to be careful with, which with so much as a spark, would explode and ignite the orchard, was in the danger zone.
This was an annual thing, as they mated for life, but you have to love your mate, but you don't have to like or agree with the choice to bed down in a death trap either.
The bears were highly intelligent, and could speak galactic common, so it was less guns and more domestic counseling.
After he left with a kiss and a promise, I redressed and on shaky legs, so out of it I did not hear the hum of a drone above.
I returned to the silo with more than enough fruit for the season, and then decided I needed a hot shower.
Passing the data pad on the wall, absently checking for messages from my friends I stopped....
On the screen was a video of my first fuck, followed by the often nightly touch sessions.
Commonwealth Operation: Project Eden.
Daughter and soldier genetic compatibility: 97%
Credit reward distributed.
Nurture the relationship until marriage and child birth.
I was confused, left with questions, and the heat in my pussy still rising.
More chances to fuck him? Sign me up.
Post Script note written at the bottom of the page:
He proposed later. Yes!
