Interstellar Stories

Dawn. I had been probing the peripheries of my deviant dreams long before then. With the rise of the four broken moons that night, I was to be ceremoniously bred. The rituals’ themes were not new to me. I had witnessed them many times, as had the others in the village, as had the others in the other villages throughout the colony. Yet every time, the rituals themselves were fresh. The Ministry gave me a week to prepare. “...

Kansa left her daughter Kris alone. Kris was almost eighteen solar years old and refused to be consoled about not yet going through second puberty and sprouting her penis. She had recently lashed out at her girlfriend, Molla, melodramatically imploring her to find herself a real girlfriend with a real cock. “I’ll just find a freak colony to live in with all the other freaks and you’ll never have to put up with my freakish...