This choice: Slag Henrel (28), a male with four arms and a four foot controlable penis tail • Go Back...Chapter #4Slag Henrel (28), a male with four arms and a f... by: Unknown You are Henrel Slag, the youngest Pirate ever placed on the galactic senate's most wanted terrorist list, standing in at a respectable tenth, outranked only by a few warlords, a couple mad scientists, a pirate or two, and a drug dealer who sells cut cost narcotics on every single charted planet, as well as many uncharted bandit hideouts. You lived in a small planet on the outskirts of the galaxy called Oozla. You lived on one of the settlements for most of your life, but when the base started to be absorbed back into the ravenous jungles and the empire did not lift a finger or throw in a dollar to preserve the settlements you decided to take your revenge. Taking the remaining populace you repurpose the few remaining junkers into a workable ship and escape the doomed colony.
Your revenge seeking crew expanded as the refuse of the multitude of destitute colonies rallied around your cause. Soon you had a whole fleet of ships at your disposal. Your shortcoming came however in the field of man to man battle. You were of fair size and good build, 5'9", tanned skin, and 160 pounds of mostly muscle, however that simply did not cut it in a universe of genetically perfected warriors, and it showed. You went for adaptability over brute force, as was your way. You surgically had an extra set of arms attached to your body. You now fought with two laser swords and two plasma pistols, and were a force to be reckoned with!
You had a major setback though. You had actually been to the Velusian Cluster once before on a mission to steal a freighters worth of Uborinium, a rare element that can generate nearly infinite perpetual energy without the aid of machinery due to it's unique magnetic structure. One thing led to another, and eventually you had to board and commandeer an enemy warship to escape. On the ship you personally fought the captain and won, jettisoning him from the ship, though the cost was grave. In the battle the captain, knowing it was a losing battle and wanting to take home some sort of trophy for her efforts, and cut off your cock and balls before escaping (the genitals currently sit in cryo-stasis in the Velusian museum of famous body parts). Your pride was wounded, but not for long. You had a phallic tail attached to your body; four feet in length, able to be controlled as easily as your arms, and able to lift your whole body weight, it is just as much of a practical tool as a sexual one.
You currently stroll through shadier parts of a medium sized city, your long coat filled with weapons and your pockets filled with credits. You wear no other clothes, and your coat is open at the front, showing off your muscled torso and blank groin area while your special tail swings and swishes around rhythmically, catching a few eyes as it waves around. You are about to enter a cut price pub when you see someone approach you, it's...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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