Pixie Hazard Archibald Bradford (sneezy the snowman read aloud txt) 📖

sealed factories, where the farmers, or rather ‘organic growth technicians’ as they preferred to be called, could control every aspect of the process and ensure a perfect harvest with zero waste.

This was not out of any environmental concerns: if the corporations could use one hundred percent of the plant, then they could reap one hundred percent of the profit out of the plant.

Deks made the universe go round.

“Yeah, we grew corn mostly. Um, sweet corn.”

She chuckled and casually put her arm around him as she looked towards the ceiling and spoke in a wistful voice.

“I can easily picture you in some jean overalls, with a straw hat and a corn-cob pipe. Barefoot, with no shirt on? Oh yeah. That’d work for me.”

He had no idea what she was talking about, but the arm around his shoulders was somewhat alarming.

“Wh-where did you grow up?”

“You’re looking at it! Not on the Pixie, though she’s old enough, but in a long range freighter. Space is where I was born and space is where I will die!”

“Sing it sister.” Kyle said as he leaned back further, Bunny kneading his shoulders even harder than before.

Once again she shot the peanut gallery a dirty look, but kept on with the conversation, since Bryan was a touch on the shy side.

Or maybe more than a touch.

“But back to you. Sweet-corn? Must be why you are such a sweety! I bet all the cute farm girls with their pigtails were all over you back home, right?”

The red in his cheeks noticeably deepened as she jostled him a bit, her hand rubbing up and down his opposite bicep and her breast pressing into his shoulder.

His inability to answer her rather personal question didn’t surprise her: to the galaxy-wise woman he was an open book, as easy to read as the lettering on a box of Space-O’s.

He was still in his teens; a naive little farm boy completely out of his element, not to mention the added stress of having been nabbed and smacked around by Junkers before being dragged into the dirty ass-end of the galaxy.

And he was just so darned cute.

After waiting an appropriate spell for him to respond she followed through.

“Wait a second, Bryan... Have you never had a girlfriend before?” The blonde powerhouse asked.

To her crewmates who overheard, the skepticism in her voice was a touch exaggerated, a common tactic she used to bolster the confidence of cute young guys who didn’t know which end of their dicks to use.

In other words, her type.

The enormous muscular woman had almost wrapped herself around him on the couch by that point and he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“N-no ma’am.”

Maria’s eyes narrowed and she made a clicking noise with her tongue as she booped him on the tip of his nose with her index finger.

“Aw baby. When a woman as hot as I am is coming on to you, don’t ever call her ma’am.”

He squirmed in his seat, his face turning even redder when he saw that Kyle was smirking from Maria’s complaint.

He mumbled an apology and the older woman let him off the hook quickly enough before pressing her attack.

“No girlfriends huh? How come?”

“Good god woman, put your ovaries away.” Donnie muttered, but no one paid her any mind.

Bryan started to speak but his voice cracked immediately and he had to clear his throat before trying again.

“I don’t know. I’m small. Girls like b-bigger guys right?”

Maria placed her hand on the back of his neck and massaged gently, his skin prickling with goose-bumps from the seemingly harmless contact.

“Not me, the only guys I meet my size are usually trying to kill me. I think you just need a boost of confidence.” She turned from him for a moment as she looked for some fire-support; “Hey Bunny! You can see that Bryan’s a catch right? I mean, you’d give him a throw no question!”

Asking a K’or-Macka if she was willing to have sex with someone was the very definition of a stupid question, but that wasn’t the point.

Because Maria’s good friend Bunny was more than happy to help a sister out.

The cat-girl quit massaging Kyle’s shoulders and ambled over to the seated pair before squatting down in front of them, her shirt hanging loose off of her frame, giving the mortified teen more than an eyeful of her fuzzy cleavage and pink nipples.

She tapped her chin, her ears twisting about as she examined him from head to toe, her eyes lingering on his crotch.

Her acting skills were better than Maria’s at least as she did her part to help the blonde get laid.

“I don’t know Mare-bear, he looks like he’s a bit on the small size, you know, in the penis area.” She turned to consider the little guy, a speculative look on her face; “Do you think you’d be up for the two of us spit-roasting you with my strap-ons? I’d go for that!”

Bryan wasn’t sure what spit-roasting was, it sounded unpleasant, but he at least thought he knew what a strap-on was.

As such, fear was writ on his face as he stammered out his response.

“N-no, thank you, um... Bunny.”

The cat-girl sighed and leaned into the couch to wrap him in one of her warmest hugs, rubbing his back and genuinely trying to help him get over the no-doubt crushing disappointment of not getting a piece of the ship’s Bunny.

Once the hug finished, she leaned away and gripped his face with both hands before giving him a lingering peck on the lips that made his blush deepen to the point it was almost painful.

“Sorry sweety. You’re just not my type then. Maria likes ‘em small, I like ‘em big. It’s simple physics.”

He swallowed, frazzled by the memory of his nose