Jumping Jenny

 Jennifer groaned and banged her head on the console for the thousandth time.  She knew that it was going to happen eventually, since she always took dangerous and out of the way routes, but she always banked that it would remain in the future.

Sadly, the future was now the present and the space truckin woman known as Jumping Jenny, because she always delivered her cargo ahead of schedule, was now stranded in the middle of nowhere because of some comet that had snuck up on her and had slammed right into her propulsor batteries.

The raven-haired woman straightened up and thought about her options.  Getting up from her seat, the ship captain stripped to her underwear, dropped down and started doing some sit ups since she always thought better when exercising.

She was glad that she always kept her hair short as it kept it out of her eyes when she piloted and trained.  The fit woman was less glad about her almost nonexistent tits.  

With a grimace, she knew that calling herself an A cup would be generous.  At least, the rest of her body was definitely feminine.  From her thin waist to her great ass.

Pumping her prime body up and down, Jennifer had to make a decision.  

She could activate her SOS beacon but anyone who would respond to it out here would probably be a space pirate or worst.  

There was a planet in her limited range but it was, as far as she knew, wild and inhabited.

The third option would be to cannibalize her cargo to patch up her ship but that would mean going into deep debt when she made it back.

‘What to do.  What to do,’ she wondered as she worked up a sweat.

1 - Activate SOS.

2 - Go down to planet.   ************

3 - Go into debt.

After thinking on her situation for about an hour, the sweat covered woman walked to her shower.  She had made a decision.  It was the riskiest one but that was typical of Jumping Jenny.

The slight woman took a moment to run her soap covered hands all over her tired body.  ‘When I land, I’ll probably be too busy fending off whatever’s on that planet to take of myself,’ she reasoned, rubbing her tiny titties and rinsing a hand before shoving a few fingers in her tight little slit.

The raven haired woman was no virgin but she could count her number of bed partners on one hand.  It wasn’t smart for a woman in her field to be known as a slut.  It invited way too much trouble.  

‘I always have to do everything myself,’ she bemoaned as she expertly brought herself to a gushing orgasm.

Shutting down the shower, the dripping captain walked back to her cockpit while drying her body.  Sitting down, she made the course adjustments and activated her scanners for the minerals that would be needed if she wanted to jury rig makeshift batteries.  

A few hours later, Jennifer came down from another orgasm and glanced at her console.  “Time to get to work,” she said out loud as she wiped her wet hand.  “I’ve got to find another hobby,” she groaned as she got up to pull her pants and panties back up.

Wishing she had someone around to take care of her needy pussy, the raven haired woman put her game face on.  Now that she was in Jumping Jenny mode, the woman was all business.  She entered into the foreign planet’s gravitational field and threaded through the asteroid field surrounding it like it was child’s play.  

The landing was also expertly executed.  She barely even scratched the treeline as she found a good place to park her ship.  Taking a moment to pat herself on the back, Jennifer then picked up her rifle and walked out of her ship.

“It’s always nice when the wild planets have the right air ratios, she quipped as she looked around and waved her scanner at everything, searching for the needed resource to fix her ship.  

“Nothing here?  That’s weird.  The ship’s scan said it would be close,” she wondered, starting to walk in a random direction.

She had just noticed that some of the surrounding vegetation was disturbed as if something big had been moving around when her handheld scanner went berserked.  

Looking around in confusion, Jenny was about to unholster her gun when the ground beneath her exploded upward.

As the woman sailed through the air with a dumb expression on her face, she was caught in a mass of writhing tentacles that disappeared underground.

Without missing a beat, the beast started batting away at her, knocking her weapon to the ground and starting to rip her clothes off.

“What the fuck!” the upside down woman roared at the universe as she decided on her plan of action.

1 - Play dead.

2 - Fight and try to get to the gun.   **************

3 - Scream for help.

Swearing her head off, Jenny’s mind focused on the solutions rather than the problem.  The upside down woman looked around for anything that could help.  

Her gun was on the ground, way out of her reach as she dangled from the tentacle that was wrapped around her leg.  Other tentacles were waving around, darting forward from time to time to hit or rub her in various places.  It was as if they were checking her body, exploring it.

Shaking her head to clear it once again, the captain spotted a broken branch dangling to her left.  “If I can reach that, I can try to pry open that tentacle,” she muttered to herself but as she tried to reach for it, she saw that it was just too far.

As the half naked woman was distracted, an inquisitive tentacle found her pussy.  The woman cried in shock as the rubbery limb slidered around her panties and darted into her eternally wet hole.

Jennifer automatically reached up to try to pry the tentacle out of her cunt.  The slippery tube was going wild on her poor little slit, making her brain explode in pleasure but she still tried to fight back until she realized something.  Because of the pressure that it was applying to her body, she was slowly being inched closer to the branch that she had been trying to grab.

Making a quick decision, the shrewd woman relaxed and let the creature do its thing.  The tentacle, now that it was unobstructed, started fucking her in earnest.  The relentless pistoning was mind blowing.  The thing wasn’t just shoving it in as hard as it could, it was exploring her insides with every thrust.  The beast’s limb was coiling, springing and poking at every angle possible, overloading the woman’s brain.

As Jumping Jenny’s pussy erupted in a gushing climax, she almost forgot her main goal.  ‘It would be so easy to just stay dangling here and get one massive orgasm after another,’ she mournfully thought as she stretched her body to its limit and finally managed to grab the branch.

As she felt another tentacle start poking at her puckered asshole, the raven-haired woman shoved the branch between her foot and the coil of the limb wrapped around it.  Jennifer gritted her teeth at the pain of the rough wooden object scrapping her skin but she didn’t stop.

With a few moments of agonizing prying, the space trucker was finally free.  The problem now was that she was falling and her pussy hurt like a bitch from having the tentacle ripped from it.

Quieting her brain, Jennifer ignored the pain in favor of landing.  She managed to snag a flailing tentacle, using it to swing down and combat rolled to her gun.

As the tentacles descended towards her, the captain had to make another decision.

1 - Kill the creature.

2 - Shoot to defend and retreat.

3 - Try to communicate

Jennifer had never liked killing anything.  She had been forced to, from time to time, but if there was  any other way, she would take it.  

Instead of aiming at the tentacles coming for her, she lifted her rifle to the sky and fired twice.  The loud *CRACK* of the plasma bolts shooting into the heavens made the creature back off for a moment and that was all the time she needed.

Looking around, Jumping Jenny spotted the remains of her pants and, more importantly, the universal translator that had cost her almost as much as her ship.

Diving for the small box, the space trucker turned the thing on and screamed;  “Stop!  I don’t want to fight but I will if you push me!”

The machine spewed a bunch of weird sounds until a gurgle answered from down below.  The translator adjusted and then said in a robotic voice;  “Hungry…  Horny!”

The visible tentacles waved around at that last statement, making the woman backup a little.  “What do you eat?” she asked, glad that the thing was smart enough to communicate, if crudely.

“Prey,” it simply answered.

“So meat, probably,” Jennifer assumed.  “Give me a moment,” she said, slowly taking a few steps back to her ship. 

The creature didn’t seem pleased with her leaving but, remembering the loud riffle, it stayed put.

Jenny ran to her ship when she was at a safe distance and wiped her brow.  ‘Wow…  That was a close one,’ she thought as she looked into her larder.  Most of it was dried stuff but she did like to eat well from time to time.  Pulling out two large frozen birds, she tawed them in the proper machine before walking back out.

It was weird to go feed the thing that had raped her two seconds ago but that was life as an adventuring space trucker.  Sometimes, you had to let go of the small stuff to move forward.  ‘Plus…  Those tentacles felt pretty awesome,’ she thought with a smirk.

When she was close enough, the raven-haired woman threw a bird at the writhing mass in from of her.  The tentacles seemed surprised at first but they caught the delicious missile quite quickly before retreating down with their prize.

Taking a chance, Jenny approached the edge of the hole and looked down.  In the gloom, she spotted what looked like a basketball with multiple tentacles coming out of it.  

The woman was pretty surprised at the small size of the thing considering the strength in those limbs.  She was also distracted when she spotted that the ground all around the creature was littered with softly glowing minerals.

Looking around, she found her handheld scanner and pointed it down.  The thing beeped happily, signifying that this is the stuff that she needed to make some batteries.  

Not thinking twice, Jumping Jenny slid down into the hole and after tossing the remaining bird at the munching ball, started to pick up what she needed.  

The woman kept her eye on the thing as she worked and saw that it seemed to do the same.  After a while, a tentacle started to slither toward her, scouting.

Facing the thing, she unholstered her weapon and stood up.  “What?” she asked, asserting her dominance.

“Not hungry…  Horny!” it answered, moving a few limbs forward.

As Jennifer thought about how to handle this, she saw a shard of mineral squeeze out of the thing.  ‘Is that thing pooping propulser battery material?!’ she mentally screamed, shocked.

She managed to shake herself awake before the thing snared her again, dancing out of its grasp.  Making another quick decision, the dark haired woman put her gun away.  “If you come with me, I can make sure that you’re always going to be fed and...” she trailed off, rubbing her legs together as she remembered the wonderful feeling of that strong limb as if explored her cunt.  “And I’ll also look after your libido.”

---  A few days later ---

“I’m sorry.  Could you repeat that?  There seems to be some interference on the line,” the overworked spaceport employee asked in a monotone voice.

With a gasp, Jenny managed to pull out the tentacle that had invaded her throat halfway through her docking procedures.  “Behave,” she whispered as she lowered the wiggling thing to her pussy but seeing as it was already full with three others, she leaned forward and placed it at the entrance of her ass.

“Sorry about that.  I’m Ship 159678 *Gnhhhaaaa...* 516585.  Code name:  Jumping Jenny,” she managed to say as the rubbery limb pushed into her rectum, pre-lubed from its foray into her gullet.

“There’s still some distortion but I got it,” the employee said, his voice a little bit more alert as he was pretty sure that that had been a feminine moan.  “Welcome to port.  What’s your business?”

Jennifer knew that she should have asked Cthulhu to leave her alone while she did these delicate maneuvers and talking.  ‘But I did promise I would look after all it’s needs,’ she thought as she slapped a hand on her mouth to stifle her moan.  That damn tiny tentacle had found the entrance to her womb again and was trying its hardest to get in.

Running a hand in her drenched locks, the woman tried to remember what that guy wanted as the tentacle ravaging her ass was starting to pick up speed.  “Delivering cargo.  Oh!  And I’ll also need a merchant permit to sell propulsor batteries.  I have a surplus right now,” she managed to say before slamming her palm on the mute button right  as she screeching her fifth orgasm since she had spotted the space port.

Slumping on her side, Jumping Jenny grinned as the man told her that it would be a few hours before she could dock and to just stay on standby.  She could remember the frustration of having to wait and be bored but those feelings didn’t exist anymore.

Looking over her shoulder, she addressed the basketball strapped in a corner.  “Looks like we have some time on our hands, Cthulhu.  How about we go take a shower.  I’m filthy and you’ve been in a lot of dirty places,” she joked with a lewd laugh.

Picking up her pet/friend/lover, the captain smiled with happiness at not being alone anymore.  She smiled even wider when the insatiable thing started to caress her tiny titties, getting her ready for round six.

The end.