Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, August 8, 2022.
I’d blog something, but I’m too busy blushing.
Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, August 8, 2022.
I’d blog something, but I’m too busy blushing.
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“Aaaggghhh!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Look! The humans are using the recreation room for… recreation!”
No Chiphu, mate, no it’s not.
The brain HAS to work, or you fail the Hrkness Test!
Yeah, it’s not the brain that needs to start working again. Given how she’s positioned, she’ll know when the next round can start.
You’re blushing? Really? REEEEEAAAALLLLLYY? What was the name of your “friend” who drew naughty comics?
@Libby, Hahahahahaha! Point. 🙂
Those previous examples of “naughty” comics were drawn/written about people who were basically strangers to the artist/author. THESE characters? Well, it’s like writing a scene involving close family members and their partners.
Makes for interesting conversations around the table at Thanksgiving.
@Muzhik, also an excellent point! 🙂
We can finally christen Ciphu the I.A. Starbanger.
…. nice.
There’s only enough blood to operate one head at a time. Choose wisely.
(oh, who am I shitting? GO FOR IT, DUDE, BANG THE HELL OUT OF THAT GONG!)
It seems like they had a really good time. An accomplishment not always achieved, especially the first time.
I WAS going to make a comment about the “Mile-High Club”, and then it struck me: they are in interstellar space. In that case, we talk about distance FROM an object, not about how HIGH you are above something. When you reach a space where the gravitational forces of any nearby massive objects are minuscule or not greater than any other nearby massive objects, then you’re NOT in a space that can be called “high” over the surface of ANY object. (I think that about covers it — let’s call it “deep space” for simplicity’s sake.)
And since they’re in a ship that provides artificial gravity, I don’t think the “Zero-G Club” counts, unless you’re in a wing-ship and you’ve convinced the computer to turn off the artificial gravity for a while. Then again, there’s not a whole lot of room to maneuver inside a wing-ship, and even less padding on the walls/ceiling/etc. to protect you from any vigorous movements, so that would be a less-than-optimal location.
So we need to come up with other euphemisms to cover “this act” when “this act” happens in deep space. C’mon people! Let’s start thinking!
Actually, they’re on Gentlekindness, so however-high-off-the-ground-the-recreation-room-is club.
The sex act is euphemistic enough for me otherwise the censors bury it in abstractions.
So this is a PG-13 comic.