Rehabilitation

Nebula was throwing one of her snits—almost a full-blown tantrum—about their presence on an interstellar ferry. Now traveling with Nebula as both guest and prisoner, as well as Dawn, Norrin had decided the board wasn’t sufficiently spacious for all of them, and had bought them passage on a freight ship traveling between solar systems. Although Dawn was fascinated by all the alien amenities and thousands of other races represented in the passengers, Nebula was hateful over their voyage taking so long, even though they were truly going nowhere—simply wandering.

Nebula stormed into Norrin’s quarters, no doubt ready with a fresh set of complaints with which to assuage her own tension. Norrin, however, had decided he’d had enough. 

Nebula was a curious case, Norrin thought. It was clear to him that her antisocial behavior stemmed from a lack of affection, a condition she was clearly hoping to remedy by seducing him, as she consistently moved to create sexual attraction for him towards her. She would bend over to display the robust tightness of her ass inside her skintight pants, or the depths of her cleavage revealed by her low-cut top. And her voice would grow husky as she seized on every innuendo and double entendre she could in their conversations, almost seeming to come to orgasm as she loaded every sentence with subtext.

Yet, that same lack of affection she had suffered made her unwilling to accept the return of her overtures. For almost as much, perhaps even more than she craved love, she needed discipline. She needed it mixed with her affection like, in Earth parlance, a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down. And, seeing as how his other options were to allow Nebula to backslide into villainy without the support she needed, or to simply kill her, the obvious choice was to give her what she wanted.

“Another day on this rotting garbage pail?” Nebula demanded, her hoarse voice all worked up with an almost fetishistic anger. “I’m tired of this fucking ship and your fucking face and you’d better take me somewhere more interesting than this rustbucket, that’s the only reason I let you take me prisoner in the first place—“

She was so upset, and getting off so much on venting, that it was only after that much ranting that she realized Norrin no longer had a featureless expanse between his legs, but instead a twelve-inch phallus hanging down to his knees, with as silvery a sheen as the rest of him, its length simple rounded contours until it came to the finely delineated tip, which had glans, a collar, a cleft—everything Nebula might expect from a cockhead.

“What the fuck is that?” Nebula insisted, her voice no longer bristling with anger. She sounded winded, like she’d just been punched in the gut.

“A cock,” Norrin answered simply. “You’re going to suck it.”

“Suck…?” Nebula asked, a light entering her eyes before she shook her head. “You’re… you’re delusional…”

“And fuck it,” Norrin continued, stepping toward her. He spoke as plainly and as calmly as he would about anything, making it sound like he was stating a simple scientific fact. “And jack it off and take it in your ass. Between your tits as well. And when I’m done letting you use it, I’ll empty it of cum onto your face. And your tits. And the rest of you.”

Nebula bit her lip, clearly tempted, for once having to strain for the anger that was normally second nature to her. She could not look away from the firm length of cock dangling between Norrin’s legs. When she managed to summon up her anger, it was almost as if she were furious with his manhood for some reason. “I’d like to see you try!” she hissed.

“Yes. I know you would,” Norrin nodded. 

Then he grabbed her slender waist with both hands and heaved, the cyborg shrieking most amusedly as she flew through the air. Her metal parts clanged as she landed in the middle of the room’s eating table, while her entirely organic cleavage swayed as she drew in breath with huge gulps, flooding her body with oxygen as her blue skin blushed almost purple. 

The first thing she looked at when she scrambled up was Norrin’s new cock. She saw that it was hard. Her tongue flitted out of her mouth to briefly lick her lips. Norrin’s words ran through her mind like a lesson she was trying to memorize, though she tried to dispel them. Suck it. Fuck it. Take it in her ass. 

She’d done all those things, but only on her terms, trying to please herself, never getting as much out of it as others seemed to. Even Gamora seemed to get off on it, radiant and glowing when she’d had a good session, the bitch. So why couldn’t she? 

Was it just that Gamora’s lovers were hung as well as Norrin? Because Nebula didn’t think she’d ever seen a cock so big. She hadn’t even known that one could exist…