Salty Into The Future Part 2
Chapter 1: Blast-Off… Again! (The Crew of Chaos)
Salty stood on the shining deck of The Cosmic Voyager 2.0,
feeling like the king of space. His ship was bigger, faster, and far more
ridiculous than ever before — just the way he liked it. This time, he wasn’t
going alone. He needed a crew.
First came Skitz, the pilot. She was a fiery redhead
with four arms and sunglasses permanently fused to her face. “I fly fast, I
party harder,” she said with a wink, as she triple-checked the warp drive and
adjusted the fuzzy dice hanging over the cockpit.
Next up was Brog, the gunner. A towering mountain of
muscle and fur from the planet Korgol — he spoke little but made up for it with
plasma cannons bigger than a small shuttle. His catchphrase? “Boom.”
Salty also hired security officers: identical twin
sisters named Karra and Kasha from the asteroid belt colonies. Tall,
athletic, with glowing tattoos and mischievous smiles — they could disarm a
bomb or a bar fight with equal elegance.
In case of emergencies (and Salty knew there’d be many),
Dr. Flax was recruited. An elegant but eccentric medic who insisted on
wearing holographic lab coats in ever-changing neon colours. His first words to
Salty were, “I do stitches... and stand-up comedy.”
The canteen was headed by Charlie, the trusty robot
chef, who now had a full team of culinary droids serving up cosmic comfort food
24/7. The canteen menu included items like deep-fried Saturn rings, asteroid
pancakes, and Jupiter jam rolls.
And because this was Salty’s ship... there was The
Gravity Groove — a full-on disco/nightclub/late bar onboard. Laser
lights, zero-gravity dance floors, and a resident DJ bot named BeatDrop 5000,
who only spoke in bass drops.
Before liftoff, Salty gathered his crew in the canteen for a
feast. They chowed down on galactic ribs, comet fries, and nebula milkshakes.
“To new adventures!” Salty roared, raising his
gravity-defying pint of star-ale.
“To questionable decisions!”
“Wheyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” - Skitz cheered.
Glim chimed in over the ship’s comm system: “Captain, your
next destination is set — Planet Velveta: beauty, riches, and... probably
trouble.”
Salty grinned. Perfect. The engines roared, the music
pumped, and The Cosmic Voyager 2.0 blasted off into the stars, carrying one
crew, one dream — and a party that never ended.
Chapter 2: Destination Velveta — Romance, Ridiculousness
& Room Service
The Cosmic Voyager 2.0 glided smoothly through space, disco
lights still pulsing from the Gravity Groove. Salty sat in the captain’s chair,
sipping a glowing cocktail with a little umbrella that kept floating out of the
glass.
“Approaching Planet Velveta,” announced Skitz, flicking
switches with all four hands while simultaneously texting three different
admirers across the galaxy.
Velveta was known for its silken sands, floating rose
gardens, and — most importantly — it’s incredibly attractive alien women
with a passion for luxury and over-the-top romance.
Before they even landed, romance had already kicked off
onboard.
In the canteen, Dr. Flax was shamelessly flirting with Kasha
over a bowl of meteor soup. “You know,” he said, swirling his neon spoon
dramatically, “if you ever feel faint... I do house calls.”
Kasha rolled her eyes but blushed nonetheless.
Meanwhile, Salty himself found romance closer than expected.
He bumped into Zeelee, the newly assigned hospitality manager — a tall,
curvy beauty with shimmering purple skin, dazzling silver eyes, and a laugh
like soft bells. She ran the luxury suites onboard, and Salty found himself...
very interested in a room upgrade.
“Captain, your quarters could use a little... personal
touch,” she said, her voice smooth like silk.
Salty coughed. “My quarters are fine.”
“They could be finer,” she whispered, taking his hand
and leading him to the VIP deck suite. Inside, there were rose petals —
floating in zero gravity. Candles that flickered in anti-gravity orbs. And the
bed? So big it probably had its own orbit.
The door sealed shut with a hiss.
What happened next involved passion, tangled sheets, lots of
giggling, and Salty yelling “Giiiiiigiddy!” loud enough for the whole crew to
hear over the intercom.
Afterward, still catching their breath, Zeelee fed him
chocolate truffles — from orbiting dessert platters.
Back on the bridge...
Brog simply nodded to Skitz.
“Told you he’d find the hospitality manager first,” he grunted.
Skitz smirked. “He moves fast. Faster than me on turbo-thrusters.”
Down in the Gravity Groove, BeatDrop 5000 played a
celebratory bass drop, and all crew members partied hard in honour of their
captain’s ‘successful negotiations.’
As they finally landed on Velveta, Salty stepped out looking
rumpled, satisfied, and ready for more.
Because for Salty, space wasn’t just the final frontier...
It was the ultimate romantic getaway.
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blasters — And One Explosive
Delivery
The Cosmic Voyager 2.0 had barely left Velveta’s orbit when
alarms blared louder than BeatDrop’s bass drops. Red lights flashed, and Glim’s
voice came over the speakers:
"Captain, we’ve got company… and they do not
look friendly."
On the hologram screen appeared the Dread Mauler — an
enormous warship, bristling with plasma cannons and covered in spikes for no
real reason except to look terrifying. The enemy captain, a snarling brute
named Gorrak with three eyes and zero charm, sneered at Salty.
"Surrender your cargo, your crew… and your disco
playlist!"
Salty squinted at the screen. "Nobody… and I mean nobody
takes my playlists."
Brog cracked his knuckles. Skitz took the pilot seat and
dove straight into evasive manoeuvres, flipping the ship so hard half the crew
slid into the canteen. Lasers blasted across the starfield.
BOOM! The shields sizzled.
CRASH! The medical bay took a hit (Dr. Flax simply yelled, "I just
reorganized the bandages!!").
Gorrak’s ship was relentless. The Cosmic Voyager’s hull
groaned under the pressure, and sparks flew from the control panels. Even the
Gravity Groove disco lights flickered. Now it was personal.
"Skitz!" Salty shouted. "Get me close!"
"Close?? Like… personal space invasion close?"
"Exactly."
Skitz did a daring barrel roll, bringing the Ship so close
they could almost smell Gorrak’s sweaty battle armor.
"Package delivery ready," Zeelee said with a wink,
holding a suspiciously wrapped crate labelled ‘Complimentary Galactic Fruit
Basket’.
"Send it over!" Salty commanded.
The crate beamed across to the enemy’s cargo bay with a
cheerful ding.
Inside, Gorrak opened the package to find — well, not fruit.
The bomb beeped politely, flashed a bright “Enjoy!” message…
KABOOOOOOM!!!
The entire Dread Mauler erupted in a spectacular explosion
of fire, metal, and what looked suspiciously like confetti.
The crew of the Cosmic Voyager watched through the viewing
port in stunned silence.
Salty dusted his hands.
"That’ll teach them!!!!"
The crew burst out laughing, and BeatDrop 5000 switched to
an epic victory remix.
Brog clapped Salty on the back so hard he almost faceplanted
into the navigation console.
"Captain... remind me never to open your mail."
Zeelee leaned in with a sly smile.
"And that’s why you never mess with Salty — or his disco."
As they limped away from the blast zone, systems damaged but
spirits high, Glim’s voice chirped:
"Repairs needed. Morale: 110%. Captain Salty… you’re a
legend."
And so, the battered but victorious crew set course for
their next adventure — with a slightly dented ship and a story they’d never
stop telling.
Chapter 4: Royal Invitation & A Night to Remember
Just as the Cosmic Voyager’s engines were patched up (with
duct tape and sheer optimism), Glim pinged a message across the main deck:
"Incoming royal transmission… with golden sparkles and
scented pixels. Must be fancy."
On the hologram appeared Queen Alaria of Luxora Prime —
tall, regal, and absolutely stunning, draped in shimmering silk that hugged
every perfect curve. Her hair cascaded like molten silver, and her eyes
sparkled with mystery.
"Captain Salty," she purred, her voice like honey.
"You and your heroic crew are cordially invited to Luxora Prime for a
royal banquet… and private entertainment."
The crew let out a collective "Wooooo!" and Brog
accidentally crushed his cup in excitement.
Arrival on Luxora Prime
The ship touched down on glittering crystal landing pads.
The palace was breathtaking — golden towers, velvet carpets, and fountains that
flowed with champagne.
The banquet hall? A dream comes true. Tables sagged under
the weight of delicacies:
- Roasted
star-whale
- Moon
cheese platters
- Triple-stuffed
cosmic éclairs
- Piles
of honey-glazed solar buns
Salty was seated at the head table… between three
stunning princesses.
- Princess
Cyrilla — fiery red hair, emerald-green eyes, and a laugh that sent
chills down his spine.
- Princess
Viona — tall, with flowing raven hair, a soft voice, and curves that
demanded attention.
- Princess
Bellani — platinum blonde with bright violet eyes, mischief in her
smile, and a dress that sparkled more than the chandelier.
"Captain Salty…" Cyrilla whispered, leaning in,
her generous cleavage practically on the plate. "We’ve heard all
about you."
They ate. And ate. Cyrilla begged for more of the honeyed
pies, her belly rounding and pressing deliciously against her gown. Viona
playfully lifted her dress to show just how tight it had gotten around her own
swollen belly, winking at him. Bellani? She whispered naughty suggestions
between forkfuls of galactic truffle cake and had him feeding her by hand by
dessert.
"Captain," Viona purred, stroking his arm.
"The banquet was wonderful… but the real feast is about to begin."
The Night of Raw Passion
The royal suite was massive — soft pillows, silk sheets, and
warm candlelight. The three princesses descended on him like playful tigresses.
Gowns slipped off shoulders, revealing full, heavy breasts that begged for
attention.
Salty’s heart pounded.
They took turns kissing him, whispering things he couldn’t
repeat if he tried. They tugged him toward the bed — all curves, soft bellies
full from the feast, and laughter mixed with moans.
"More, Salty…" Cyrilla gasped.
"MOREEEEEE!!!" Bellani screamed.
"Don’t stop, Captain!" Viona begged, her long legs
wrapping around him.
They made love with wild, raw passion. Hours of pleasure,
sweat, giggles, and cries of delight echoed through the royal palace. Even the
guards outside blushed.
Morning After
The four of them lay tangled in silk sheets, their bellies
full and their hearts pounding. The princesses rested their heads on Salty’s
chest.
"Captain Salty," Cyrilla sighed, breathless.
"We’ll never forget you."
"Or this night," Viona added, her hand on his
chest, her belly softly rising and falling.
"Come back anytime… and bring snacks," Bellani
whispered with a teasing smile.
Salty grinned. He’d made quite the royal impression.
Chapter 5: The Twist, the Temptation… and the Tease
The next morning, as Salty prepared to leave Luxora Prime
(exhausted yet very, very satisfied), Glim chimed in with a dramatic
tone:
"Captain… Incoming ultra-priority message… sealed with
kisses."
The hologram flickered to reveal Empress Xelaria of
the Andromeda Crown Worlds. She was… breathtaking. Her cleavage was practically
weapon-grade, her gown was cut so daringly that it defied laws of
physics, and her voice dripped like warm caramel.
"Captain Salty… word of your skills has
travelled faster than light," she purred, licking her lips slowly. "I
need a man of… versatile talents… for a most delicate mission."
Behind her stood her royal council, each member more
voluptuous than the last, their gowns tight around full bellies and heavy
busts. Salty’s jaw almost hit the floor.
"Come to the Star Pavilion of Veluxia… You’ll dine… and
decide."
Glim quipped:
"Captain, I think your ship isn’t the only thing that
needs refuelling!"
Salty adjusted his collar, smoothed his jacket, and turned
to his crew.
"Looks like we’re not done yet, folks. Set course for
Veluxia!"
A Cheeky Farewell
As the Cosmic Voyager lifted off, Lillangelo sent a final
message:
"Salty, my darling… my dresses still don’t fit! Come
back soon and… help me out of them."
The ship’s disco lounge roared with laughter and cheers.
"Captain!" Brog bellowed. "Permission to find
alien girlfriends too?!"
"Only if you share dessert!" Salty winked.
Ending on a High (Literally and Figuratively)
The ship soared into the cosmic horizon, stars streaking by,
and Salty standing at the helm, grinning like a fox in a henhouse.
Glim chimed in one last time:
"Captain… what should I log this as?"
Salty smirked.
"Log it as… just the beginning."
Teaser for the Next Instalment
Captain Salty will return in
Salty Into the Future: Part 3 — The Velvet Temptation of Veluxia
More galaxies, more gorgeous alien women, more
belly-stuffing banquets, and more passion than ever before!
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