Dusty's Delight

 Sooooo....SEVERAL years ago my friend meangry commissioned me to do a piece of birthday art for The Bandito with his OC Captain Dusty. It was completed pretty far in but then for some reason either I got sidetracked or it was abandoned/forgotten. Well cut to now where I came across it again and figured out that February 21st is Bandito's "half birthday" and got meangry's blessing to post it up on Patreon. But seeing as how I leave tomorrow for a week long vacation, I banged this out yesterday to post today.

Also includes a full story written by the meangry himself ;) (thanks bro!)

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Running a smuggling clipper is hard, tiring work. Everyone on the Danneskold knows that. But its hardest worker, its most dedicated caretaker, was its captain; Diedre Ursula Sierra, Dusty. Sure, her fervent and calculating leadership might cause her crew to chafe from time to time, but they all knew the score; work hard, play hard. As much as she could crack the whip, it was a balancing act, and when the job was done and the Pieces of Seven came flowing in, she was the first to lead the charge for drinks. And self indulgence. And most importantly, tickling.

Everyone on the Danneskold appreciated Dusty for her leadership, that was to be true, and with her birthday coming up, they wanted to give her something truly special to celebrate. In truth, there were ulterior motives; they'd just done a pair of intense smuggle runs that got dicey thanks to some gross and overly zealoty Xanderborn. And Thompson and Slither had been captured in the middle of a supply run by Pinkerton Poe which led to a long drawn out chase, but that's a story for another day. And there was the matter of the Krandaloozian Chameleon Weasels on Ninol Seven.

Dusty was more than exhausted.

Koki had a suggestion, her tone quite mischievous. What better way to help the captain take a load off than by setting her up for a resort week where she could be left in the lap of luxury. Trill 37, located in the heart of the Cortizan Verge. Not 38, not 36, Koki insisted on 37. When she was pressed as to why, she shuddered and grew flush. “Personal experience,” she giggled, “it'll be perfect.” The gals pooled their Sevens and made their gift a reality. They'd be able to touch down on a planet nearby for some much needed shore leave in the meantime, always a welcome addition.

To say Dusty was blown away by this was an understatement; while nobody spoke about their methods due to nondisclosure agreements, Trill United Corporation was vaunted for being the preeminent figures in relaxation in all the Seven Systems. What a nice and thoughtful gesture, she thought. She'd have to be extra nice to the crew when she got back.

Touching down on Trill 37, she was led to the western hemisphere, to a domed pop up known as Debauch and Delight. Walking in, the walls were made of aquariums, with schools of small teal colored beings swimming by, their eyes seemingly focused on the purple amazon. Dusty couldn't help but find them cute, down to their seeming fascination with her given they seemed to follow her as she made her way down the hall. She waved at them, thinking they might be nice to have as a pet.

“Oh no” her attendant laughed. “I take it you've never heard of Omneas. These little ones are simply in their larval stage. They're cute and cuddly looking now, but they can be quite a handful when they grow to full adult size.”

“Even still, they're little cutie pies,” Dusty smirked, mischievously thinking how she'd smuggle one on board to keep. “And those little lights from their heads, looking like tentacles...”

“Oh those? Quite the wonderful phenomenon. Omneas are empathic. They also feed through their skin. But those little lights, as you call them, they are one of our greatest assets here at Debauch and Delight.”

“What do you mean?”

“They're nervous system manipulators, oh, could you please not move here, the scanners won't be able to read you if there is any movement” the attendant continued, their journey having taken them into a pod with a full on mechanical scanner apparatus now bathing Dusty in orange. “Imagine the best deep tissue massage you've ever received. Now multiple that by five, and without someone needing to vigorously knead your body. That's what the Omneas do. And given these scans...oh wow.”

Puzzled, Dusty folded her arms across her ample chest, looking down at her attendant. “Yes?”

“You are carrying quite a lot of tension within you, Ms. Sierra. Our scans indicate one of our bath rooms would be ideal for you. Come, follow me.”

The entire facility was LED lights, beautiful blues, and sleek glass. What she could see of others was akin to a day spa from heaven, pampering taken to an art form with attendants and Thompson Love Bots and delicious food prepared in front of the guests. She didn't notice the area she was being led to was the end of the glass walls, replaced by white steel. If she'd thought about it, it would've just been for privacy.

“Our bath rooms are very comfortable. We find that the best way to achieve pure relaxation is in a zero gravity environment. Ms. Sierra, you will be allowed to enjoy the full effect of space without the harmful side effects of radiation or the total lack of oxygen. Your body will naturally unwind. If you could please remove your clothing...” Her room looked nondescript enough, steam trickling in, weird valves and the like on the ceiling and walls. She removed her clothing, down to her transparent bra and panties, her attendant making sure to collect the articles and fold them nice and neat. “Now, prepare to experience Trill level relaxation.” A nice little smile. And then, she was off.

Dusty stood in the warm room for a moment, the steam growing, the temperature of the room causing a light sweat to sheen her luscious purple skin. She cracked her neck and knuckles, and then, she was floating. “Woaaaah. No warning, huh?”

An automated voice came through. “Ms. Sierra, given your screening, we have determined the exact temperature needed to allow your muscles to untangle. We have also determined that seven Omneas...seven Omneas? Calculating...”

Suddenly, Dusty was beginning to have second thoughts.

“It has been determined that against synthetic analysis, seven Omneas will be allowed into your Trill Deep Tissue Relaxation System. It has also been determined that the Omneas are to be brought in on after a low feeding cycle. We hope you enjoy your System, and an after session mint will be available for you in the reception area. Thank you.”

Great masses of water came out of openings in the roof and walls, seeking out Dusty's body. Before she could react to the movement, she found her body submerged in a growing ball of water. Or maybe it wasn't water. Water never felt like this. The heated mass instantly began soaking into her skin, seeping into her pores. Almost instantly, she felt a deep bone tension being milked away, swaddled into oblivion. She purred, moaning as she closed her eyes. Her limbs moved freely, and she was utterly enthralled. She didn't see the Omneas in their water bubbles join the party, but she felt them, her eyes opening and seeing the bright hues of light from their heads as she felt deep tissue massaging occur all over her body. “I could get used to this...”

The Omneas, arms, tentacles legs, their tails, all maneuvered about her body. And then, they descended upon her skin. Instantly, Dusty chortled. Her eyes grew wide. Everything was feeling so good. But the tickles, oh word, these little beings, swimming about, their very touch lit her nerves into raging infernos, and there was no ramping up, instead the scintillating sensations surged through her at maximum velocity, and she was howling, laughing, the zero g environment holding her trapped in the air. She couldn't even form words to protest, not as the Omneas, utterly playful in their manner, tangled themselves about her body, over her tummy, over her legs, over her underarms, their little fingers and tentacles as dangerous as Pookian Tickle Sticks but with the added effect of leaving her skin feeling utterly flawless. This was the luxury liner of tickles. And while her body was appreciating it, her mind was swimming in a sea of utter destruction. Nothing had ever felt like this. She could take a lot, but this, this was unfair. They were literally pampering her to death. It felt TOO good. Her husky laughter filled the room, and for the Omneas, their fascination with her was well founded; after all, they feed off the bioelectric energy of others through the pores of their skin. And they were having themselves a feast!

And then, when Dusty didn't think it could get any better, she felt them go for her breasts. Her trio of breasts. Her weakness. The way they plucked and tantalized her nipples, the way they wrapped themselves and toyed with their undersides and their tops, it felt like the most ardent of lovers. Her feet, outside the confines of the water sphere, were given lascivious treatment as well, wrapping about her toes, attacking her soles. Dusty's mind melted in a sea of pleasure, and as if sensing it, a pair of Omneas seized upon her nethers, focusing on her clit, the lips of her labia, and the divine, loving treatment made her ache like she hadn't in months. Powerless, devastated, Dusty gave in fully to the experience.

And that was before she realized their tails were rather delicious in their own feathery manner, all as one inserted itself inside her, driving her utterly out of her mind as she felt herself slamming headlong into the most powerful ticklegasm money could buy. How long could this continue? If this was just the start...

The feeding cycle had just begun.