Trance’s Travels

Trances Travels: Cowgirl Blues

“Mars: the red planet.

Throughout human history, its rising foretold the death of kings and the fall of empires. It was a desolate, cold, airless wasteland when man had first stepped upon its surface.

But the opening of the hyper-gate opened it up to colonisation, and it is now the most heavily populated planet in the entire Solar System…”

Trance closed the guidebook and rubbed her eyes: her arrival in this reality had been rough, and it had taken all her skill to keep her ship from crashing as it passed out of The Bleed, the inter-dimensional vortex that separated realities. She had landed at the Viking City spaceport, remembering to change her appearance to something that was less likely to draw any unwanted attention before leaving the slip-fighter in lockdown mode to deter any would-be thieves.

The first thing she had done was trade some of her remaining supply of gems for the local currency, before finding somewhere to stay while she orientated herself. The entire system was in the grip of a massive resection, and inflation was so high that Trance realised she was going to have to get some more funds before moving on.

Gambling was the most logical rout to take: her ability to predict probable outcomes made it an easy way to make money, and she had seen posters advertising the local horse racing circuit in the hotel lobby.

Slipping her Gauss gun into her belt, she made her way to the racecourse.

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To say the racecourse was busy would have been an understatement: Trance hadn’t seen so many people in one place for a very long time. Finding the bookies was just a case of finding the densest part of the crowed and pushing her way to the front.

She had selected several horses, not all of which would win: it was better to lose occasionally than draw any unwanted attention.

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The day drew on, and Trance went to collect her winnings. It looked like the bookmakers had had a better day of it than anyone else, with the exception of a leggy woman with purple highlights in her hair and dressed in a revealing yellow top with matching shorts that showed more skin then most people would consider proper for such a public place. Out of sub half-hearted attempt at modesty, she was wearing a small red jacket that only served to make her impressive cleaving more prominent.

Trance liked the woman immediately: there was something familiar about the way she handled herself, the way she looked like she was in total control of the situation.

“You cheating bitch!” One of the bookmakers called out, grabbing the woman by the arm and spinning her round, “You doctored your ticket!”

“I know her!” A second angry voiced announced, “She’s that card-shark, Valentine!”

Something inside Trance clicked, and she span round, drawing her gun from its place in the small of her back. People had already started to back away from the growing argument, and Trance had a clear shot at the man who was holding a gun at the dark-haired woman.

A single shot rang out, and the bookie dropped his gun as Trance’s gauss-gun round shattered it without hurting him. A second shot blasted the holstered gun his bodyguard was reaching for. The woman took advantage of this, gripping the wrist of the man holding her and sending him flying over her shoulder like he was a rag-doll.

Without saying a word, Trance grabbed the woman by the hand and all but dragged her into a service corridor and down a flight of stairs. Quick dashes down a side corridor led them to a hatch connecting to a maintenance tunnel leading under the city.

“That was intense!” Trance stopped to catch her breath.

“Thanks for the help back there.” Valentine nodded, “The names Valentine, Faye Valentine.”

“Trance Gemini.”

“Why’d you help me?”

“Let’s just say I’m a friend of the family: 'I owe a great debt to someone named Valentine', and I’m not going to have a chance to pay it back in the foreseeable future.”

“Well they can’t be a relative of mine: all my family’s dead.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be: I woke up from cryogenic-sleep and can’t remember a thing from before, so I don’t know who I lost.” Faye looked round, “Where the hell are we, anyway?”

“The old service system.” Trance explained as she started to walk, “We need to go this way.”

“What’s that way?”

“An exit.”

“And the other way?”

“The people who are chasing you.”

“Lead on.”

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“Well, there goes that idea!” Faye looked out across the harbour at the men standing around, waiting, “There is no way I can get back to the ship, and if I try and use the remote function on my fighter, I’ll just draw attention to myself.”

“What about your friends?” Trance asked.

“Spike and Jet? They’re not so much friends as business acquaintances: if my life was truly in danger, then yeah, they’d come rescues me. But something like this? They’d just say it was my own damned fault.”

“You want to go to my hotel room while we work out what to do?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

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The walk back to the hotel gave the two women a chance to talk. They were both a little cagey about their pasts, and the talk soon came around to the subject of men in general and old boyfriends in particular.

“I have no idea what I was like before I was frozen, but in the three years since I woke up have been one long dry spell.” Faye complained as they entered the suit of room Trance had rented, “There are times I wonder if I’m still a virgin!”

“You can’t mean that?” Trance said, fixing her new friend a drink from the mini-bar, “A beautiful woman like you must be beating them off with a stick!”

“Yeah I do that, but trying to find someone who’s not a asshole or pervert is a little difficult these days.” Faye sighed as she took a big swig whisky, “I honestly can’t remember the last time I got laid and it wasn’t a complete let down.”

“So why were those men as the racetrack after you?”

“I doctored my ticket to try and make it look like it was both-ways rather than to win. Guess I should stick to cards.”

“You play cards?”

“Yeah, I got nicknamed ‘Poker Alice’ by some guys who placed a bounty on my head.”

“You want a game?”

“What for?”

“I won some money at the track: we could play for that.”

“How much?”

“About twenty-million Woolongs: I normally carry gems and the like, but I’ve got a full money card.”

“I’ve not got nearly that much, only twenty thousand.”

“We’ll start low and work our way up.” Trance tossed a brand new deck of playing cards onto the coffee table, “You can deal.”

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Three hours, many games and several bottles of whisky later and Faye was down to her last hundred Woolongs, even thought Trance was doing her best to let the woman win. She felt that there was a definite connection between Faye Valentine and the Beka Valentine she had left behind on the Andromeda.

But, despite Trance’s best efforts, Faye was soon broke and drunk.

“I can’t believe it!” Faye exclaimed, almost falling off her chair, “I’ve never lost so many games in a row.”

“Look, have your money back.” Trance held out the other woman’s money card, “I don’t need it.”

“No! One last game: I’ll put my ship up as collateral.”

“I don’t want your ship.” Trance tried to stand, but her legs gave way, dropping her back down to her seat, “I’ve got a ship.”

“I’ve got nothing else to bet…” Faye looked round, then started to undo her top, “I’ll bet this!” She dropped the bright yellow jacket on the table, seemingly unconscious that her breasts were hanging free with no support.

“Um…” Trance sat still, transfixed by the perfect globes that hung before her, sagging only slightly under their own weight, “You sure you want to do this?”

“What else am I going to bet with? My body?” Faye laughed, and then saw the way Trance blushed, “Are you telling me you’re into girls?”

“Pleasure is pleasure: I’ve never had any problem with where it comes from…”

“I’ll do you a deal: we each draw one card, highest card wins. I win; I get my twenty thousand back. You win; you get one night with me, anything you want.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes!” Faye shuffled the cards before placing them on the table, “Ace’s high.”

“Ok…” Trance nervously drew a card and carefully looked at it: the eight of harts. She sighed: there was a 50-50 chance that Faye would pull something better. She placed the card down on the table.

Faye slowly drew a card, keeping it low so no one could see just what it was. She placed it down on the edge of the table, and then flicked it over with the tip of her finger.

It was the seven of diamonds.

They both looked at the two cards for what felt like eons, neither willing to do or say anything. A million possibilities went through Trance’s mind as she tried to find a way to give Faye back her money and get her back to her ship. She was so busy thinking, she didn’t notice Faye walk around the table and sink to her hands and knees in front of her.

“What do you want me to do first, mistress?” Faye asked seductively.

“You don’t have to do this.” Trance insisted.

“I want to.” Faye purred as she pulled up the knee length skirt Trance was wearing until it was bunched up around her waist.

Trance’s excitement was clear, a moist patch already forming on her thin cotton panties. Faye planted a kiss on the semitransparent cloth, her tough licking at it in an attempted to taste what lay beyond. The soft fabric rubbed against Trance’s clit, making her arch her back and moan deeply.

Faye took this as permission to go further, and hocked her thumbs round the waistband of Trance’s panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. She then lifted the other woman’s legs up and rested them over her shoulders as moved her eager mouth in closer.

Trance was in sevenths heaven: what Faye lacked in experience she was making up for with enthusiasm, her tough darting in and out of Trance’s slit as fast as she could make it move, while her thumbs played with Trance’s exposed and erect clit.

Faye tongue slid up Trance’s neither-lips, then circled her clit slowly. Trance leaned back, making a strange purring sound that resonated throughout her entire body. Faye gently nibbled at the exposed love button, sending Trance into spasm, her boy stiffening as her orgasm reached its most intense moment. Faye flicked her tongue over the clit as she held it between her teeth, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible. A fresh flood of juices flowed from Trance, and Faye eagerly lapped it up.

“That was amazing!” Trance sighed.

“Thanks.” Faye blushed, “I’ve never tried anything like that before…”

“Believe me: we’ve only just started.” Trance smiled as she pulled the other woman up and kissed her, the familiar taste of her sex mixing with the strawberry-like sweetness that was unmistakable Faye Valentine.

Trance smile to herself: she even tasted like Beka.

“Now.” Trance said in a stern voice, “You said anything I wanted tonight.”

“Yes Mistress,” Faye nodded submissively, a slight glint in her eye.

“I am going to go to the bathroom for a few minuets, and I want you stripped and laying face down on the coffee table when I get back!” Trance stood, “But first hand me that whisky bottle and stand up.”

Faye did as she was instructed, handing over the almost empty bottle as she got shakily to her feet. Trance took the bottle and grinned as she poured the amber liquor over Fays’ breasts before slowly licking every last drop off.

“Now that is how you drink whisky!” Trance smiled as she turned towards the bathroom door, “You have your instructions…”

Faye did as she was instructed: quickly removing the rest of her clothes, she sprawled herself across the table, the cold wood making her already tender nipples harden.

“Now that is a sight for sore eyes…” Trance grinned from the bathroom doorway: she had likewise removed the rest of her cloths, and was holding an 8” strop-on dildo in her hand. She licked the end of it as she crossed the room, before taking the entire length in her mouth and sucking on it. Trance slowly pulled the phallus out from between her lips and stepped into the attached harness, making sure the shorter dildo on the inside was buried in her own sex.

She eased forward, slipping the head of the dildo between Faye’s waiting nether lips, slowly easing it into her. Faye arched her back as it stretched her tight cunt, filling her. Trance kept a firm grip on the bounty hunters ass as she continued, slowly pushing until every inch of the dildo in until it had disappeared from sight. She leaned down and kissed Faye on the back of the neck, “How dose that feel?”

“God that’s good!” Faye moaned, “It’s been so long since I felt like this!”

Trance shifted one hand to gently play with Faye’s swollen clit, “Trust me: it gets better.” She slowly pulled back, drawing the dildo almost all the way out, before sliding it back in. She did this repeatedly, slowly building up her pace. Faye’s eyes were wide as phallus stretched her. She found herself thrusting back onto the dildo.

“Oh God!” Faye yelled as she started to climax, “Fuck me you bitch!”

Trance responded by thrusting the dildo as far into Faye as it would go, the other end pushing into her own body sending her over the edge at the same time. Spent, Trance collapsed onto Faye.

“I guess that answers one question.” Faye laughed, “I’m no virgin!”

“Not entirely…” Trance pulled herself up so she was back on her knees. The strap-on dildo slid out of Faye, making the young woman sigh deeply.

Reaching for the pile of cloths on the floor, Trance grabbed Faye’s belt and used it to tie the young woman’s hands behind her back. She then grabbed the bounty hunters panties and shoved them in her mouth before she could protest.

“You said that I could do anything I wanted to you tonight, and there is something I’ve always wanted to do to another woman.” Trance grabbed her purse and dug around until she found a condom and unwrapped it before sliding it over the strap-on. The content of a small pot of moisturising cream lubricated it.

Faye shuddered as the head of the strap-on started to press against her tight sphincter, punching her cheeks apart as it started to enter her. She clenched them together as hard as she could.

“This is going in, one way or the other, so you may as well relax.” Trance grabbed her lover by the hips and started to move forward, “There is no reason you shouldn’t enjoy this.”

Faye did her best to relax, but the strap on stretched her unlike anything she had ever experienced. Although she couldn’t say anything about the time before she was put into stasis on medical grounds, she was sure she hadn’t had anything bigger than a finger in her rear since waking.

Trance pushed forward slowly, trying her best to let Faye grow accustom to the phallus as it eased its way into her. The young woman whimpered as it sunk inch by inch into her rectum, then gasp as she felt Trance’s hips come to rest against her own.

She felt a slight sense of pride that she’d been able to take its entire length.

“There, there.” Trance smiled as she reached forward and pulled the gag out of her lovers mouth, “Isn’t that better?”

“Oh god!” Faye moaned, “It hurts so much!”

“Shush…I know; it hurt like hell the first time I was taken this way. But it gets better.”

“Please, take it out!”

“As you wish…” Trance smiled coyly as she started to pull back. This created a slight vacuum inside Faye that all but pulled the intruding strap-on back in on its own. Faye grunted slightly as it returned to its position deep inside her.

Trance started the same rhythm she’d used before as Faye’s grunts started to grow deeper, before finally being replaced by moans of pleasure as her body grew accustom to the intrusion and the friction had the desired effect.

Add to that, the backwards and forwards motion of her body was rubbing her exposed and still erect clit against the tabletop.

Faye’s moans were soon joined by Trance’s as the smaller dildo attached to the inside of the harness ground into her own crouch, its end rubbing against her g-spot with every deep thrust.

Trance felt her orgasm brake over her as her back arched sharply, pushing her hips forward sharply. Part of her registered a gasp from Faye, followed shortly by the sound of the Bounty Hunters own orgasm.

Spent, Trance sank down to the floor, pulling Faye down with her, the strap-on still buried deep in the other woman’s rear.

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Trance woke early the next morning to find that she had managed to get into bed at some point the night before. She could feel Faye’s warm body pressed up against her own, the soft tickle of the other woman’s hair against her nose.

Opening her eyes slowly to allow them to adjust to the early mourning light, Trance looked at her lover: the thin cotton sheet covered her from the waist down, but left the rest of her body exposed. Faye was lying on her side, face to face with Trance, her eyes closed as she continued to snore softly.

Every breath drawn made Faye’s chest swell, rubbing her still firm nipples against Trance’s. The look on her face was of total innocence and contentment, the look of someone who was truly happy for the first time in years.

It broke Trance’s heart: she knew she couldn’t stay with this woman she was quickly falling in love with, no matter how much she wanted to. The mission, as ever, came first.

There was, however, one thing she could do.

“Faye…” Trance shook the sleeping woman gently.

“Hum?” Faye opened her eyes slowly and smiled, “Hi.”

“There’s something I need to show you.”

“I thought you showed me everything last night?”

“No, this is, a little more complicated…” Trance closed her eyes, then opened them again and showed Faye everything.

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The Bebop hung in space above Mars, engines on idle.

“So who’s this woman Faye’s suddenly best friend with?” Spike asked as he stood looking out the observation bay window.

“Don’t know.” Jet sat back in his chair, eyes closed, “Why you so interested?”

“We’ve put a lot of people away, and have a lot of enemies: don’t you think that one f them might try and sneak onboard by pretending to be a friend?”

“You are way to paranoid.”

“It keeps me alive.”

“It keeps you alone.”

“That may be…” Spike looked to were a ship was approaching, “Here they are.”

“Right on time.” Jet hit the controls to open the landing bay doors as Spike headed for the door.

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Trance brought the slipfighter in for a perfect landing on the Bebop’s flight deck and carefully manoeuvred it through the open doors. The hatch closed without a sound, and air started to fill the room.

“You’ve not said a word all the way up here.” Trance turned to look at Faye, “Are you ok?”

“Just a little shaken by everything.” The young bounty hunter shook her head, “And I mean the sex as well as, well, what you showed me.” She looked up, “Will I ever see you again?”

“The universe is infinite, or at lest as close to infinity so that you can see it on a clear day.” Trance smiled as she popped the hatch so Faye could climb out, “I can’t tell you when, there are just too many variables, but we will see each other again, one day.”

“That’s all I wanted to know.” Faye leaned over and kissed Trance deeply on the lips, “Stay lucky.”

“I always do.” Trance winked as she closed the canopy, “See you around, Cowgirl!”

Faye made her way to the door, and watched through the window as Trance guided her ship out into the endless sea of space.

“He, you should see this!” Jet appeared along the corridor, “Just checking the net to see if there were any likely looking bounty’s, and I came across your file.”

“You telling me some has put another Bounty on my head?” Faye asked dryly, “How much is it this time?”

“That’s just it: the bounty’s been removed. Someone’s paid all your debts.”

“What?” Faye looked shocked for a second, then crabbed her money card and ran in through her pocket scanner. The total flashed on the screen: 20,020,000-Woolongs.

“Wow!” Jet gasped as he saw the total, “You must have done well at the racetrack this time!”

“Oh yeah.” Faye smiled as she looked out into space, “I hit the jackpot…”

See you around, Cowgirl…