SciFi Writing Challenge for 500 Lush Coins!

Flex your erotic SciFi writing muscles, writers! Why, you ask? Because I love SciFi! 🤖

Per the category description, Science Fiction is a re-imagining of ideas and technologies that we haven't seen yet, but still fit within our understanding of the universe.

Themes can include, but are not limited to, space travel, time travel, robots, cyborgs, cyberpunk, parallel realities, etc.

This writing challenge starts today, running through midnight EDT, September 20th. 

Two winners will be chosen, each receiving 500 Lush coins that can be cashed out for $40.00. There are two judges with each picking their winner. 

Rules:

1. Story format only. No poetry in this one.

2. Maximum 75 words. Legit hyphenated words count as one word. Titles (if desired) are not included in the word count. 

3. No AI or AI assists, please. If used, your entry will be ignored by judges. 

4. Lush story rules apply. 

5. One entry per person. 

6. Must contain erotica and SciFi elements.

7. Post your entry in this forum. Do NOT submit in the Lush editor. 

Have fun! 

Wow! Thanks for rolling another Kimmi Comps, Kimmie! I missed joining the last Lush competition, so I am excited for this one.

Sounds fun. I hope I can write a nice entry. :) It has been a while since I enjoyed sci-fi, back in the years when Agents of Shield was popular.

Excited to see other writers' entries, too! :)

75 words?!

Thanks for another awesome challenge, Kimmi! Here's mine:

Aboard the spacecraft, alien beings examine every inch of me. Knobby fingers squeeze my nipples and massage my clitoris. When a slender digit penetrates me, I crave more. The creatures regard me impassively. I see my naked form reflected in their large, dark eyes.

I finally orgasm with a cry. Jolting awake, I discover I'm alone in my bed.

A dream, I decide.

But the faint marks on my inner thighs tell me otherwise.

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75 words?!

Yeah! It's very difficult. For inspiration, look up Hint Fiction. There are resources online about how to successfully craft such a (tiny) beast.

Thank you for running this, Kimmi. Not sure I'll be entering (though I might) but I'll follow along with the thread all the same.

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75 words?!

Yup! That’s why it’s called a “writing challenge.” 😉

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Yeah! It's very difficult. For inspiration, look up Hint Fiction. There are resources online about how to successfully craft such a (tiny) beast.

Thank you for running this, Kimmi. Not sure I'll be entering (though I might) but I'll follow along with the thread all the same.

“Not sure I’ll be entering”

Think again, Smut Buddy!

Oo, I like this one. Just starting to polish a new full-length but I'll definitely take a crack at this.

(And how much more of a geek stereotype can you possibly be, Kimmi? Programmer, SF fan, you're just perfect. Why weren't you in my life 39 years ago?😜)

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Oo, I like this one. Just starting to polish a new full-length but I'll definitely take a crack at this.

(And how much more of a geek stereotype can you possibly be, Kimmi? Programmer, SF fan, you're just perfect. Why weren't you in my life 39 years ago?😜)

I am flying my geek flag, aren’t I? A Math major, too. Oh, the geek just goes on and on, Mr. Ape!

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A Math major, too.

Oo, factor that equation, baby! Math is so fucking hot!

(actually, that's a joke from Oglaf recently)

Love a Kimmi challenge! I have an idea for mine. Just need to see if I can get it under the 75 word limit. 🤔

Log of the JMC Deep Space Exploration Vessel, The Elongated Tusk :

The crew are all dead, and I'm at the mercy of a nymphomaniacal alien female of indeterminate species. She became very annoyed when she learned that Rocco Siffredi's been dead for 500 years. As I cannot possibly satisfy her desires, ship-wide system failures have resulted. I'm sick of hearing my ship's computer, PAL 9000, inform me, "I think you'd better look at this, Dave." Why, oh, why did we broadcast Italian porn into deep space?!

Aisle Be Right With You

"So what was the future really like?" she asked.

"Same shit, different date," she replied.

She hadn't actually left for her appointment with the time-travel agent yet, but it was fun to pretend she had as he sucked on her clit in the supermarket aisle.

As she ignited in climax, she celebrated both her pleasure and the beauty of language.

"I came before I went," she screamed.

Mars Penal Colony, Earthdate 7 September 2126

Fuck, guard duty on this shithole planet for 500 cycles because I wouldn’t fuck the sergeant. There are limits. I think I might have hit pay-dirt with the captain. Massive boobs and a cunt that tastes like nectar. She gets the pick of all the junior ranks but I think that my cock skills impressed her, she certainly made enough noise when she was cumming - three times before I creamed over her tits.

The Detach-a-Dick

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Get the Detach-a-Dick and obtain the ability to unscrew your penis and ship it to a neighboring vault to be used by a female vault dweller. You will feel all sensations and pleasures live, as if your dick was still attached!

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The Detach-a-Dick

Brought to you by Vault-Tec: The brand new Detach-a-Dick!

Are you pent-up and horny in your single sex fallout vaults? Are you willing to undergo a minorly intrusive surgery to satisfy your sexual needs?

Get the Detach-a-Dick and obtain the ability to unscrew your penis and ship it to a neighboring vault to be used by a female vault dweller. You will feel all sensations and pleasures live, as if your dick was still attached!

First time writing anything like this before. Let me know what y'all think, I'm open to any constructive or complimentary feedback.

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First time writing anything like this before. Let me know what y'all think, I'm open to any constructive or complimentary feedback.

A very funny story, well written and a great idea. Well done.

I stole this idea from Harlan Ellison, who stole it from Robert Heinlein.

I doubt Heinlein would have considered writing this kind of trash, but I'm POSITIVE Ellison would have!

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Trouble with Quimbles

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Striding manfully to the Command Chair, I caught a familiar scent – QUIM!

Swarms of intra-Stella Quimbles suddenly invaded through every crack and fanny of the bridge – and were irresistibly attracted to ME, ignoring all the lesser beings, making a C-line for The Captain.

I found myself trapped in the Chair, buried alive in Quim!

Facing the Final Frontier, I stuck out my tongue, and thought:

What a way to boldly go!

Here's mine. That 75-word limit was a bitch!

A Rash Decision

I stood by the newly completed time machine. The agency I worked for had repeatedly stressed that unauthorized use was strictly prohibited due to the extreme risk of time distortion.

I again recalled my first girlfriend after graduating high school. She had moved away before we had an opportunity to fuck, which I had always looked back upon with great regret.

"To hell with the butterfly effect," I muttered as I powered up the machine.

I’ll need to give this a shot. Sci-fi at 500 words is interesting. Normally world building is an important part of the genre. I want to give this a try later. Brain storming for now.

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I’ll need to give this a shot. Sci-fi at 500 words is interesting. Normally world building is an important part of the genre. I want to give this a try later. Brain storming for now.

You only have 75 words! Not 500 😈

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You only have 75 words! Not 500 😈

Kimmi puts on her police cap and gets out her baton.

The Whore of Babylon 

AI ruled; he’d programmed AI. The super-smart knew the past could zombify our future. So patriarchy was resurrected; religion too. 

A nunnery was permitted in Istanbul’s Sultan’s Palace; there cloistered holy-women trained pretty assassins to fuck like Godesses.

They all schemed, only Lilith infiltrated the orbiting space-palace’s harem of robo-whores. The Dear Leader’s first human cunt milked his spurting cock. Lost in unexpected ecstasy, her blade penetrated.    

Emancipation; the phoenix reborn in his funeral pyre.

Kimmi, I wish to thank you for organising this fun mini-contest. Here is my effort, which was written on a sunbed while on holiday, though not the one mentioned in the story – just one far, far away, by a swimming pool... 😎

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Design Flaw

The Pleasuroid saw the gorgeous naked blonde lady lying on a sunbed at Interstellar Pleasure Resort.

“I’m Bob, at your service. I have the latest, year 2225, AI software, enhanced endurance, soft hands, and my penis has full girth and extendable control, with colour shading," his cock, erect and flashing like a beacon.

The blonde lesbian scanned the humanoid's impressive body. 

“You have a design flaw, Bob – no vagina.”

“Sorry, I do not compute!”

Sally, Sally, Sally Ride
Sally ride my see-saw
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ISS: We're a go, Houston.
Houston: Roger that. Video nominal.

Miles above earth, Tanya and Janice push off from opposite sides of the dome, meeting midway in naked freefall. Primed and practiced, they begin testing Cumley's new theory of scissoring dynamics.

In Houston Control, monitor screens go black, as cum-covered consuls shower sparks over a dozen engineers slumping glassy-eyed and spent in their chairs.

That's one slippery slide for women, one giant wank for mankind.

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75 words?!

Right? 😕

Inspired by a piece I saw on TV last night about a prosthetic hand with wiring that connects to the nerves in an amputee’s arm, allowing the user to feel pressure and sensations.

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Professional Ethics & Prosthetics

Lying back with her lab coat thrown open, she peered over her glasses.

“Can you feel this?”

“Yes, professor! Your pussy’s squeezing my prosthetic dick!”

He pounded her savagely, the sensations heightening in his brain, until he achieved his first orgasm since the accident.

“Keep fucking me!” she demanded, still monitoring his vitals.

“It’s too sensitive!” he groaned, stopping. “Wait, shouldn’t the prosthetic go soft afterwards?”

She smiled innocently. “Oops! Design flaw.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

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Damn, 75 words is a much tougher bitch than 100, but here's one of the ideas I've been batting around for the Sci-Fi story I'll use to cross the Omnium threshold next year. I present "Trouble on the Voyage to Planet Wolf 1069 b." Which, by the way, is an actual exoplanet 31 light-years from Earth.

= = = = = = = =

"Are we there yet?"

"No," declares Misty, who has aged alarmingly. "The cryogenic system started failing four earth decades ago. Peggy and I kept you and Kevin frozen until now, but we're still ninety-three travel years from Wolf 1069, so ..."

"We'll die first."

"But we can maximize our pleasure while we live."

"Sixty-nine?"

"With a man will be a nice change. And is all you and Kevin will get once we're gone."

This is my story for this.

Traveler

Three years of suspended sleep just so we can see if this planet is inhabitable.

All systems are good.

What this? A note from the developer saying he left me something.

Push the pink button.

What the hell is this?

A beautiful robot with a note attached.

Note reads; If you are now reading this you won’t be able to come home but she will help you cum home.

“Well I love space travel now.”