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No. 76137
"Ckat, bring me some pizza," I said, as I put my feet up. VJ-28 was quite a ways on the space highway. The adorable pink anime kitty cat that was my AI danced around the cabin.
"Of course, and pizza is a ballza choice and healthy for you because there is nothing wrong with your weight," she said, before the drawer dinged and out came my pizza. I rubbed myself casually through my clothes as I thought of negress staying with Transgender Secretary. I fired up an antique television show from an old civilization called the Food Network. Barbarians for sure, but they could cook.
I brushed the crumbs off my desk as we passed VJ-27. 28 was like the end of the cul-de-sac of the VJ sector, with penty of room for space stations and artificial suns. I touched down on the one verdant planet in the system. There were only a few large houses on the planet.
One thing had been bothering me ever since I hopped in the car. Why was her daughter living in such outskirts of civilization? She must have been young, so such property would have been hard for her to afford. I parked my car in front of the large house, not much security outside the complex. It was night, and my trenchcoat went fluttering as I exited the car in a cool way.
It did not take long after ringing the doorbell when someone answered. The woman looked like a spitting image of her mother, although obviously younger and hotter. The only difference was the very large, protruding, and distened belly. It was like she swallowed a watermelon. I had heard of such things before... vorelings. It was very sexy to some but I could never get into such things.
"You must be Lesbian Detective!" she said, smiling.
"How do you know me?" I asked, putting my hand on my cool revolver pistol underneath my coat.
"Oh, I just know you from the news! You've solved many cases with your intellect. Please, come in," she said, opening the door wider. Her story checked out, since I hellza was that successful.
"What brings you to my house, though? I hope nothing bad has happened?" she asked, suddenly seeming worried. We sat down in her foyer.
"Well, unfortunately it seems your mother has gone missing. Her beautiful and sexy negroid slave said this was the last place she said she was going before she disappeared..." I said, the girl looking increasingly worried.
"Oh, right, the slave. She was always quite tender and loving of her slave. Anyway, if she was coming here, she never made it, I haven't see her in a long time," she said, sipping some wine. "I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me, I had a watermelon for dinner and I must pass some now..." she said, standing up.
I waited until she had turned around to pull me gun and lock the hammer back, because that was the coolest way to do it.
"You don't need to go to the bathroom..." I said sternly. "Turn around and regurgitate whatever you have swallowed..."
"Detective? What is this about? Are you a body shamer? I'm simply trying to use the restroom in my own house..."
"There's only one problem with that..." I said, tipping my fedora. "You're wearing a diaper. There's no need to go to the bathroom. I have full appreciation for voreling rights, it's you giving them a bad name... eating your own mother like that..." I said, de-cocking and then cocking my gun again because I like the sound it made.
It was at that point that she lunged at me, probably trying to take my gun, but unlike all those oppressive police officers, I simply hit her over the head with it and restrained her with some cool moves. "End of the line for you," I said, standing over my body and calling the space cops.
"There's just one bit of unfinished business," I said, taking a knife and cutting the girl's belly open. Even partially digested and covered in stomach juices, the woman was rather beautiful, and I kissed her butt after grabbing her ownership locket.
"Ow! Fuck!" the girl splattered as I cut her open. "You'll live thanks to space medicine, but your voreling rights have been revoked!" I said, as a cool line to end the scene on.
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"I'm sorry. I cut her open to kiss her butt for you," I said, as the negress looked over the locket.
"Thank you, that was the right thing to do in this situation," the slave said, looking up at me. "But, what will I do now? All I'm ballza at is lifting heavy things but not too heavy, and having sex with women!"
"I think I can provide a remedy there... if you don't mind being owned by a handsome detective who is ballza at solving crimes and fixing machines," I said, smirking as I pulled her up from the chair.
"Machines?" the woman asked, already rubbing herself like an ape in heat.
"Well, you know..." I said, looking cool as I brought her close for a kiss.
"Lesbians can't have sex without machines."
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