The Erotic Exoplanet

Chapter 1: Arrival

No one.

She groaned as she pulled herself up, tossing her broken chair to the side, as it had come loose from the floor of her now completely wrecked ship. Everything was damaged in the cockpit, and many parts of the hull and cabin had been torn apart or crushed. A blinking light meaning that a distress signal was being sent back to earth petered out, leaving Ashley completely stranded wherever she was now.

"God...dammit..." She stepped out of the wreckage and took in her new surroundings. Her shoes sank into what seemed to be sand.

She now stood on a sandy beach overlooking a vast, green ocean to her left and the edge of a dense jungle to her right. Parts of the ship had made tracks and skid marks in the sand, all broken and beyond repair at this point. The sky was a pale yellow color, lit with the daylight of the Coris stars; the planet's twin suns.

Ashely made her way back into the lounge of her ship, cursing as she found it completely messed up. She cleaned off the couch as best she could, sat down and groaned, taking in the fact that she was stranded on another world with no way to get home; at least, not for another month and a half it seemed if the distress signal actually got out. She tried to hold in her panic, but her frustration was not so easily contained.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do for a month and a half...?" She groaned. "I have a whole life to get back to; I didn't sign up to be stuck on some random planet I'm not supposed to even be on for another month and a half...and that's if this piece of junk even got the message through. They might not even know I'm out here; it could be even longer, maybe years??"

She took a deep breath. "Okay, Ash. Calm down. You're thinking too hard about all this. Stay cool. You gotta be patient; someone's gonna come to you. Earth got the message, so they'll come find me soon enough."

She looked out the window at the alien wilderness around her. "Just gotta survive until then, right? How hard can that be?"

Ashley stared for a long while and shivered. She needed to decompress.

~

Somehow, the electricity in the lounge still worked, despite the level of damage to the ship as a whole, and Ashley considered using it to power the ship's dashboard. She quickly remembered, however, how much damage it had taken. There'd be no power able to flow through it anytime soon.

Instead, she set up a kettle and began to boil water, taking out a special kind of herbal tea and waiting for it to heat up.

She then proceeded to start fixing up the lounge as best she could, locating supplies in order to rudimentarily patch up the holes in the ship, including a special insulating gel, duct tape, and a powerful adhesive called ultraglue to bond the broken parts back in place.

The kettle finished and she brewed a cup of tea for herself, and sat herself down on the couch again, taking a deep breath and relaxing before taking a sip of the hot brew.

"Haaah...okay..." Ashley sighed and slowly began to strip out of her spacesuit, unzipping her jacket and removing the protective, form fitting bodysuit she wore underneath. She shivered as her bare skin met the warm, open air. She laid back and took another breath.

Her breasts felt warm and full; D cup in size. She touched her nipple, flicked at it a little, and squeezed at her tit a few times. White droplets of liquid began to ooze out of the pores of her nipples, and she shivered as drops of her breast milk ran down her skin.

The herbal tea she had drank had properties that promoted lactation in women, even if they weren't pregnant. Back home, Ashley had often fantasized about being pregnant and having kids someday, often leading to intense baby fever in her. Conscious of the fact that she was still young and couldn't afford to have a child at the point she was at in life, she found other means of simulating said fantasies, including inducing lactation in herself or using the semen-squirting dildo she had at home to "breed herself".

She carefully sprayed some milk on her finger and tasted it. It was sweet, with some bitter hints to it, and she moaned slightly at the taste of it, licking her finger clean before gliding it down to her nether regions. Her clit met her touch, and a light pulse rippled up her body, releasing itself as a blissful exhale.

Up and down, back and forth, side to side, Ashley gently let her fingers glide over her sensitive nub, causing parts of her to twitch as her nerves reacted. She spread her legs a little further apart, and continued to press and flick away at herself. Her pussy continued to moisten, lubing her fingers a little as she stroked her folds.

"God...my first time on an alien planet, and this is what I choose to do with myself first..." Ashley laughed at her own thoughts as she rubbed herself a little faster, letting the ripples slowly grow more intense. She squeezed at her breast a little harder than before, now spraying jets of milk everywhere in front of her. She kept a firm grip on her chest as she touched herself, changing positions so that she was now lying on her back on the couch, legs spread, head against the armrest.

She moaned as she gently slipped one of her wet fingers inside, gently fucking herself while her thumb continued to play with her clit. Milk sprayed upwards from her breasts like a fountain, splattering down on her chest, stomach, and face; she tried to catch some of it in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back slightly as she let one finger become two.

By this point, she was slamming her fingers into herself a little harder and faster. Ripples of pleasure soon evolved into crashing waves in her body. Her fingers rubbed up against the most sensitive parts of her insides, while her thumb continued to knead away at the clit. Her hand squeezed harder on her tits, draining the milk from them at this point.

"Shit...f...fuck...FUCKK!!" Ashley cried out as her body reached its limit. Her insides convulsed and her body started to spasm as she came on her fingers. Her milk squirted out on its own, rising and falling with every pulse in her body. Pulling her fingers out felt like removing the plug from a drain, and it felt like she was squirting from her pussy for a while.

She continued to moan and breathe as her body slowly wound down from the experience. Her legs were twitching and her face felt flushed, and her pussy slowly dripped all over the couch from her wetness. She felt much lighter now; the stress of being on a foreign world was all but forgotten by this point. Effectively, she had purged most of her anxiety out for a while.

She laid there for a while, before standing up and taking a step outside. Everything felt fairly normal. The air wasn't toxic or acidic, temperature was just right, and nothing seemed to be jumping out at her to slash her to pieces and turn her into dinner.

"Okay. Jacket, still, but no bodysuit; that thing's uncomfortable enough by itself," she determined in her head. "As for underwear...normal ones should do fine."

Ashley redressed herself in a set of underwear, a bra, and her spacesuit with short sleeves. She'd determined this much: she didn't know if help was coming or when. It could be a month or two, or quite possibly years. So until then, she was going to make the most of her situation and survive; as well as explore this place. It wasn't the original planet they'd decided upon, but this place seemed like it would do.

Ashley looked at herself through the remaining shards of the broken mirror and fixed her hair back up, before packing a backpack of supplies and venturing out from the ship.

So began Ashley's adventures into the unknown...