Andromeda's hologram appeared in the mess hall. "Mary has just issued a new challenge."
Harper groaned.
"What is it?" Dylan asked warily. "I woke this morning to find one of her Bunnies watching me sleep."
Trance giggled then pressed her lips together and said nothing.
"The message reads, 'I have a shiny new challenge for everyone.'" The ship recited. "'This doesn't mean that those of you still working on a fairytale can stop; you just have something else to do now as well *eg*' I believe that means eager grin.
"'The Dressed Challenge: This can be part of a larger story or a PWP; het, slash or orgy. The participants must start off fully dressed. Clothing can be unfastened, moved or torn, but nothing may be removed until everyone has reached orgasm.'"
"What fairytale work?" Dylan frowned.
Tyr grunted and Harper chuckled.
"You really need to keep up on the mailing list." Beka caught her breath.
"How are we supposed to orgasm with our clothes on?" Trance asked. "Don't human's need to ... "
Harper choked on his Sparky and grinned around the room. "Let's see," He stood and moved over to Beka. "Clothes can be torn."
"If you rip any of my clothes, Harper, you will need major surgery to get off." Beka warned.
Harper shrugged. "It was only a thought." He opened her top then her bra. "Nice."
"Thank you." Beka nodded and moved to lay back on the table.
Harper opened her pants and pulled them down. "Where did I just read of a character with no underwear, hot stuff."
"Harper, just eat me." Beka ordered.
He grinned and slid his head between her legs. "You do realize that you'll have to get me off later." He grinned and licked her pussy.
Beka laughed. "You'll have to do better then that to get a blow job from me." She taunted then jerked as he bit her. "You will pay for that!"
"He likes it a little rough." Tyr stated as he watched the demonstration. "This is a good start, I hope the writer doesn't think too much."
Harper mumbled and Beka gasped, arching her back.
"Deeper." She ordered. "Yes!"
"Is this what she meant by orgy?" Trance asked.
"Org ... YES!" Beka screeched and bucked. "Harper! Fuck me!"
Harper pulled back and opened at his pants.
Beka glowered, impatient with the delay, then grinned as she saw his cock. "The writer likes you."
Harper grinned and stroke his large penis. "Yeah." He turned her around and bent her over the table. "Nice isn't she."
Beka strained against the cock pressed against her. "She's a bit vague here but heah, we're a first draft."
Harper opened her up and pushed, "Are you always this tight?"
"Just shut-up and fuck me." Beka ordered then gasped and braced against the table. "Oh, yeah."
Harper sank deep and held on to Beka's hips.
"I don't need a waiting period!" Beka snapped harshly.
Harper gripped her hip and pulled back, almost completely, then slammed forward.
"Oh, God!"
"I'm here Babe."
"Watch it, Harper." Rommie warned.
Harper nodded and resumed his thrusting, hard and fast until Beka started screaming then, with that amazing ability men seem to have in stories, he 'let himself go' and came just moments after Beka.
"So, did we meet the challenge?" Trance asked.
"We shall see." Andromeda answered. "Transmitting."