Vignette by Stevie

Hi Everyone
   Our friend Stevie has been busy at the keys creating this super little tale, wrapped round my last piece of 25th century art and as this seems to be fiction week, it is the perfect time to share.
  I love this so much I wanted to share it with the original art embedded in the text.
   Thank you so much Stevie, your naughty imagination is something wonderful and I am honored to share this, I especially love the backstories and details you have added, so much fun
XXX
Andy




Andy and the Adventure on Luberup 5
By
 Stevie

Commander Andrew Watson, Royal Regiment of Sissies, hero of the “Space Squid Incident”, destroyer of the Bee Queen, victor over the sissy-eating plants, was feeling very pleased with himself. He had persuaded the Colonel of the Regiment that an additional uniform was needed in addition to the standard field uniform and the splendid ceremonial uniform. This would be a “walking out” uniform with several varieties depending on the occasion and weather. Although his ship, HMSS Survivor, was currently in orbit around the newly discovered planet, Luberup 5, Andy was giving little thought about the reports of strange plants discovered on its surface which apparently oozed mysterious fluids resulting in some sort of sexual stimulation. No, a new uniform was much more interesting, a pretty sissy boy could not have too many of them (especially with an indulgent Aunt happy to pay for them)!

He had spent the whole morning being pampered in the Beauty Salon which was in the ship especially for RRS officers. His ivory skin was flawless and completely smooth everywhere and he was freshly perfumed and smothered in expensive talc. He was now exquisitely made-up, pale blue eye-shadow and lashes, baby pink lipstick (3 layers with gloss), baby pink nails; the baby pink matching his new hair colour and the new uniform which he was now ready to try on. As usual the new uniform would be an L.U.P. (Latex Uniform Pack) which formed a second skin and highlighted the figure. Andy took his place on the box containing the pack and the sweet boy soldier, who had just finished painting Andy’s nails, flicked the switch. Andy noticed, not for the first time, that the boy was wearing extremely brief and tight pink latex shorts to go with his stiletto-heeled thigh-boots as well as a skimpy halter top displaying a slender midriff. “Could they possibly be regulation,” he wondered, “perhaps he wasn’t the only one around here to bend the uniform rules?”

 A low humming sound accompanied the pink latex liquid which started slowly upwards from the box covering Andy’s shapely feet then moving slowly up his long, slender legs. When it reached his smooth crotch there was a slight pause as Andy’s peenie was gently pushed back between his legs, a slight pressure produced a pretty opening between his legs and Andy, as was usual, made a startled noise when a latex plug formed and gently but firmly made its way deep into his anus and started a slight but definite vibration, at the same time giving his pretty bottom some extra emphasis. Rising up his slender torso the liquid exerted a mild corseting effect on his already perfect figure and then, reaching his pretty breasts, it covered his beautiful nipples and immediately started a gentle massaging motion as the breasts were lifted and nicely separated. It then encompassed his beautiful and slender shoulders and moved down to his wrists leaving behind a deep and sexy cleavage. Andy was now encased in a second latex skin in a delightful shade of baby pink which emphasised his perfect figure, would be warm in winter, cool in summer and which constantly provided the mild sexual stimulation considered suitable for a pretty young sissy officer.

This, of course, was not the whole uniform. Boots, gloves, cape, belt would follow and Andy had spent a lot of time designing a wide variety of the items for different occasions. His boots today were a pair of knee-high boots in finest leather, a perfect match in colour for the latex skin; they had 9 inch stiletto dagger heels, a high 3 inch platform and pointed toes. The pretty boy soldier had scarcely fitted Andy’s boots and Andy was admiring himself in the mirror and was about to call for his gloves when his messager sounded. “Oh dear, I had better get that” he thought “it might be important, and just when I am going to have some beautiful leather gloves placed on my arms!”

“Watson here” he said “I hope this is important, I am about to be gloved by the sweetest boy you can imagine.” “Yes, Captain Watson, this is Despatch, I am afraid it is important. Two of your junior officers have taken a shuttle without authorisation and gone down to the planet’s surface and we have now lost contact with them, they are not replying to our messages. Not only that, they were only wearing very skimpy bikinis and high heels when they went although they were beautifully made-up.” “Well,” replied Andy, “it is standing orders that they must never appear in public other than fully made-up, but this sounds serious, I’ll come to Despatch immediately. Get in touch with the medics and ask someone to go down with me”. “Sorry, sweet buns” he told the boy “I will have to go, we’ll continue later” “OK, sir, good luck” the boy replied, saluting smartly and giving a deep curtsy.

Andy rushed across to Dispatch as fast as his heels would allow. “I bet it is Stevie and Sam”, he thought, “It is their sort of caper especially as they have been listening to these stories about these plants with their strange powers”. At Dispatch, the medic was waiting and being filled in with the situation. Andy noticed that the medic was wearing his standard green field uniform and boots with a modest 6 inch heel, although fully made-up and with hair beautifully dressed, and he realized that he looked somewhat out of place in his new baby pink “walking-out” uniform and not even gloved, and as for his boots! However, that could not be helped, he was worried about his friends Stevie and Sam, what were they up to?

A shuttle quickly and quietly took them down to the planet’s surface and they landed next to the empty shuttle used by Stevie and Sam, of whom there was no sign. The atmosphere was humid and there was a smell which was vaguely familiar but which Andy could not quite identify. All around were these strange plants, verdant and indeed dripping with strange fluid. Suddenly, the medic pointed and cried “Over there, I bet they are in there”. Sure enough, Andy could make out a shape which was clearly two intertwined bodies; he could even make out two sets of beautifully pert buttocks. The shape was completely enclosed in an extension of one of the plants and was covered with the slimy fluid. He immediately thought of the sissy-eating plants he had come across months ago on another planet but the writhing of the shape gave no hint of distress. What was going on? He didn’t want to get too close as he certainly did not fancy his beautiful new boots being covered in slime. “What do you think is going on, Doc?” he asked. “Well, my guess is that they are in the middle of a massive orgasm and having the time of their lives. You realize this fluid is cum, don’t you? Lots of it and very thick and sweet”. “Of course,” replied Andy “I thought I recognised the smell but couldn’t quite place it. That explains everything, these two have been going on about these reports and came down to see for themselves, and they came in bikinis to be stripped for action so to speak. They will be in hot water though, taking a shuttle without permission and no orders.”

Slowly the writhing shape stopped moving and the two bodies lay still, intertwined closely with each other. “Well”, said the Doc, “it’s my guess that they are literally shagged out and have fallen asleep in each other’s arms, quite sweet really”. “Yeah”, replied Andy “we had better arrange to have them taken up to the Ship. I’ll call for a couple of stretchers. I don’t want cum all over my uniform” After making the call he asked to be put through to the Beauty Salon and, rather surprisingly, he told the sweet boy soldier that he was having second thoughts about his new pink hair-do. However, the Doc told him not to be silly and that he thought the pink suited him beautifully and went well with the new uniform and the pale blue eye-shadow. “OK, we’ll see” said Andy. “Thanks for your help, Doc. It’s typical of these two sweet guys to get into a caper like this, what the Colonel will say when he finds out I don’t know”.

A third shuttle soon arrived and the two sleeping beauties, still shrouded in the slimy green plant growth, were picked up and taken back up to the Ship. As a precaution they were taken to the Medical Centre where plant growth, now limp and dying was stripped off them. Sure enough, the bikinis had disappeared but, rather surprisingly, their heels were still in place. While still drowsy the two boys were bathed, gently dried, perfumed, talced and dressed in the usual sweet tiny lace-trimmed satin baby-doll nighties and matching knickers and put to bed between silken sheets where they proceeded to sleep round the clock.

The next day, Andy came to see them. He was now fully dressed in his new uniform since he was keen to see what Stevie and Sam thought of it. In place of the knee boots he now had a pair of thigh-high ballet boots in the same matching baby-pink leather, the heels of which were a full 12 inches and he was forced to stand only on their needle-like tips and also similar needle-like tips on the toes. The boots were laced up the front with a diamond clasp at each cross- over point of the deeper pink laces, and also the pointed toes were encrusted with diamonds as were the tops of the boots.

His arms were encased in full length opera gloves with diamond bracelets on each wrist and his hands appeared to glitter with all the diamond rings he was wearing, many of the rings extended beyond the ends of his fingers which now appeared to be diamond studded silver claws. He had a single shoulder floor length cape fastened on his left shoulder, also of the finest pink leather, lined with pink satin and adorned with patterns of diamonds; his other shoulder blazed with diamond-studded epaulettes and lanyards.

 Low on his tiny waist was a broad diamond-studded pink leather belt with a coiled pink leather whip fastened at his right hip, diamonds on the handle and at the tip. Protruding from the top of right boot could be seen the diamond-studded hilt of a ceremonial dagger. He had decided to stick with the pink hair-do which was now dressed in pink ribbons and diamonds and a broad diamond choker adorned his swan-like neck. As the day before, the pale blue eye-shadow and lashes beautifully complemented the pink, and his luscious lips with their several layers of lipstick and gloss were more kissable than ever, he had never been so exquisitely made-up. In his right hand he carried a long pink walking cane with a diamond studded handle and ferrule.

 As he walked he appeared to glide along, so high were the heels, as he placed one foot in front of the other in a catwalk strut. Naturally, he was drenched in expensive perfume so a trail remained everywhere he passed as he progressed from the Beauty Salon to the Medical Centre. Although not visible, the anal intruder was turned up to the maximum as were the breast massagers in the L.U.P. The same sweet boy-soldier had dressed him and had declared, with a deep curtsy, that the Captain looked really good and a credit to the regiment!

As Andy entered the room that the two boys were sharing he found them both busy doing their make-up although still were both in their skimpy baby-dolls and matching knickers; that was a good sign, they must be feeling fine after their ordeal (if that is what it was). They both jumped up when he entered and gave him a deep curtsy. “Hi, Captain, like the new uniform, may I have one like it?” said Stevie with a grin. “You two idiots might not be having a uniform at all. What were you thinking of by taking a shuttle (unauthorised), improperly dressed and going into a potential danger zone?. What do you think the Colonel will say when he finds out?” “Yes, but we did have the orgasmic experience of our lives, that plant down there really packs a punch even if I don’t know how it works”, replied Sam with a broad smile on his pretty, now fully made-up, face. “As for the Colonel, you can ask him yourself, we are expecting him any minute, I thought you would know he is coming, someone tried to contact you.” “The Colonel coming soon?” replied an agitated Andy, “I have been in the Beauty Salon all day and no-one said anything” “Yes, it shows” replied Stevie, “love the hair and make-up and as for those boots, well….”

At that moment the Colonel himself walked in and all three pretty boys saluted, gave him a deep curtsy and then stood to attention. The Colonel was in his full pink ceremonial uniform and Andy immediately noticed his magnificent Colonel’s diamond studded spurs on his steepling boots; “one day….” he thought to himself. In truth the Colonel was not too much older than any of the sweet boys, the RRS was young regiment. The Colonel was accompanied by a beautiful young ADC with a rather haughty expression on his exquisitely made-up face; Andy noticed that he was wearing an extremely short and tight pink latex skirt, an incredibly skimpy latex halter top and thigh high ballet boots (not with quite such a pointed heel as Andy’s own, he was pleased to note).

“Well, what is this all about?” asked the Colonel. “Two of my officers going off on unauthorised missions and a third in a new uniform, also unauthorised at present”. “Sir, we can explain” said Andy. “I doubt that” said the Colonel, “but anyway, I have good news for you all. It seem that those trees down on that planet have inexhaustible supplies of semen in them and can act as wonderful sexual stimulants; the boffins had a theory on those lines but you two have now proved it for them and saved them some work, even if you had to be brought back somewhat the worse for wear. You seem to have got over that by the look of you.” He said, taking in Stevie’s and Sam’s pretty state of undress. “As for you, Captain Watson, I have to congratulate you both on helping these two scamps out and your taste in uniforms. As a reward you can all have some Earth-side leave to enjoy yourselves. Prepare their travel warrants, Justin,” he said, turning to his ADC. “Yes, sir, at once” replied Justin with a deep curtsy. With that the Colonel was off as quickly as he had come.

“That went pretty well”, said Stevie, “why don’t you two come with me and spend some time at Delavon Castle, Mummy will be so pleased to see you and my Nannies will really look after us?” Andy had almost forgotten for the moment that Stevie, pretty scatter-brain that he was, was the Earl of Delavon and his mother the Dowager Countess of Delavon. The thought of exploring Stevie’s endless wardrobe of exotic undies, furs, leathers, latex, silk and satin, not to mention his extensive ranges of boots and jewellery, and constant sissy pampering at hands of his Nannies was very attractive. “Sounds like a plan” said Andy, “what do you think, Sam?” “Count me in” he replied with a broad smile on his pretty face.