of the handsome officer he became a flabby piece of hairy flesh. He could move back and forth for a while, but the thought that he could no longer see the red house was unbearable, and he lacked the courage to move permanently. Desertion from the service was not only punishable (even though we suppose no one would have found it on a blue planet that knows where the fuck is where it is and how it is called), but it would also be a heavy burden on the conscience. Military duty and tenaciously held him, not letting go into the blue world, and Petrakha carried with him a teleporter as a fetish of his hopes and of his youth.

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Hanging in the ceremonial graviplane over the long rows of ebals, Petrakha watched, crookedly, at the process of the Rejuvenation of the Nation.

A merry march played, mingling with the cacophony of screams; on the parade ground, bathed in the hard Hayern sun, in innumerable booths, soldiers' hips thrashed back and forth with their pants lowered, and riveted girls squirmed beneath them, opening their mouths and bulging eyes. Posters with the symbols of the Empire, portraits of members of the Star Council and rosy mothers nursing babies with spirited soldiers' views swayed around.

There were no roofs in the booths (special mobile shields were protected from the sun), and before Petrahoy there was a panorama of people, boobs of all shapes and sizes, stretched legs and wide open pussies, into which fleshy soldier's hugs dipped. Some soldiers squeezed the girls' bodies, squeezing their sides and boobs, some fucked without any subtleties like males, some showed love skills, kissing the nipples of girls and nadrachivaya their pussies. The bodies of the girls, firmly fastened to the "ebalka", bent by lizards: there was nowhere to hide. Now and then some soldier pressed into the girl with his whole body, twitching, limping, then leaving, staggering out of the booth, and the next one followed him. Others greeted the girls, flirted, mischievous, others proceeded to their work in silence, and others were not fools to torture. Any sadism, however, was forbidden, and the violators were threatened with a monthly guardhouse.

Nearby was the shipping point: “flying boxes” * flew there, unloading the next batch of frightened girls. They were led into the locker room, bare - and escorted to workplaces, replacing the fertilized mothers of the Empire with fresh bodies.
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* Type of democratic transport with low rates of speed and comfort; also called "Govoltami". - approx. auth.

Now from the locker room just led a fresh batch. The eyes of Petraha subconsciously noted someone's physiognomy; gliding along the cavalcade of naked figures, he peered at her more attentively - and suddenly cursed loudly.

His foot itself crashed into the pedal. Graviplan literally fell down, almost crushing a dozen soldiers. Velyana? ..

But she’s just a ghost, she can't be ...

His eyes did not deceive him: the guards led the naked Velian, and her body clearly told Perah that there was no mistake: her boobs, when they had not yet grown up, had already drilled nipples in the air, the convex pussy curled in thick down, and the languid hips sounded wide, filling the figure that had matured with volume . “Fuck your mother, is she already how much? eighteen? Most recently, after running a chipmunk without a hint of ... Fuck, fuck, fuck! ... "

Petraha knew Velyan since he was five years old. Once, when he still could not bring any whore to his office and was forced to personally seek women's attention, he would wedge wedges for one village woman. Her name was Gritska, and she had huge eyes - neither give nor take two brown locator-reflector, flickering pearlescent glitter.

Somehow, gradually, Petrakha lost interest in her - maybe because he met a woman younger and sissy of Gritska, or maybe because Gritska's family was strong and comfortable. Petraha had not yet met such families: he himself was a children's home after the shooting, aimed from a pot at a military career.But he continued to go to Gritske's house, and not so much to her as “just like that.”

Her daughter caused a strange feeling in him. She was a special child, even amazing: she talked in five years with no more than five years old, wrote and wrote fairy tales in two languages ​​in four, when Petraha met her, read out to “adult” books, mostly pink romances. It is not known what she understood in them, but only the coming of Petraha could tear her from reading.

She adored him, called him Uncle Loyka, and squealed with delight when he twisted her over his head, threw him into the air and rolled on the official gravel plane. The trim, prim Petraha ran with her like mad, over dusty dunes, arranged mud battles with her, peremazyvatsya from head to toe and drowned a little body in silt, wheezing with happiness. They were comic enemies, always thrown at each other than anywhere - from jam to cow dung - and it crossed all bounds (from the point of view of Gritska and Dril, her husband), but Petraha did not object at all. He sat with her behind the books, told her about the Galaxy, about different planets, about their nature and wonders, and very quickly realized that a real miracle was growing in the house of Gritska and Dril. It was difficult to understand what Velyana showed more inclination for: languages, mathematics, technology or fantasy: everything came out playfully, and when she went to school, she was immediately enrolled in second grade. So she, jumping from class to class, as in the cells of the classics, graduated from a 12-year school for 9 years. On top of that, she was pretty as an angel: black wavy hair, brilliant brown eyes, for which Petraha nicknamed her Chipmunk, a smart, always wrinkled forehead, constant dimples and a smile that blossomed on and without cause. When Velyana entered the house, at first her smile was shown, and then her mistress. However, Velyana never went anywhere, but always ran in and flew in (and sometimes she did).

When she became an adult, the dung fights gave way to endless verbal fights. Veljana was teased by her exquisitely and inexhaustiblely, and uncle Loyka was surprised to notice that with this thirteen-year imp he seemed to himself smarter than he thought about himself. It was impossible to curse with her, and Petrahe had to remember as many words as he had not uttered in his entire life. (It was much simpler with comrades: one and the same set of four words could mean everything that pleases)

In rare minutes, free of teasers, she curled up on Petraha’s lap (or rather, her quarter was placed there, but it still looked that way), and he “searched for bugs” in her head, and when Mom and Dad were not at home - undressed her naked and chukhal her back and buttocks. Last time was two years ago.

That same year, her parents died of green fever. Velyana herself barely scrambled out, and that was because Petraha, with her connections, obtained rare medications for her. They were only enough for her. Since then, she lived with her neighbors: the law forbade the military to start a family and children - even relatives, even adoptive ones. Recently, they saw each other less, and Petraha felt a break in her: her teasers became more angry and more painful, she began to keep silent, act up, talk to Petraha all sorts of oddities to which he did not know how to react. “Probably, this is called a“ transitional age ”,” he thought when Velyana again gave him some desperate nastiness, and then laughed as if nothing had happened. Petraha missed out and went into books — into romance novels, he was once addicted to little Veljana, who had long grown out of them ...

There were no definite prospects in this wilderness, and there could not be, even though Petraha cherished the dream of defining Velyan to the Academy of the Star Council so that she could become the Thin-Wise *. The patronage of Petraha helped her at school, where Velyane indulged in every way, knowing that His High Priesthood was protecting her, but she was powerless to deliver her from Soldier Huy.
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* Degree approximately equivalent to our doctor of science. - approx. auth.

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