This is my entry for the HDP Flash Fiction comp. It's a new dircetion I`m trying, a mix between scifi and erotica, a genre I'm calling Alternative Reality Punk Erotica (ARP Erotica).
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So I hope you like it and please and reactions and feedback are, as always, greatly welcome.

Enjoy x



ARP Erotica - Aderenaty Ecstasy.


The sound of breaking glass shattered through the night air, Angela stood on the thirty fourth floor amongst the remnants of the once ornate window and looked out at the dark evening. Everything had happened so quickly, she felt the tight leather gripping against her now sensitive and responsive body.
Behind her the boy sat strapped to the chair. The floor rumbled with a gluttonous rumble. She moved back and looked deep into his eyes, the flicker was still there but only just.

The adrenaline still pulsed through her, it rippled over her skin like a foreign intruder.

'Smile boy' she said wiping the dried make-up from her lower lip. She stepped closer and took hold of his chin.
'You should be happy I didn't leave you to the Jack-boots!'
Outside the earth rumbled with a deadening thirst which made the walls shake violently. Quickly she gathered up her winnings and stuffed them back into the sack. The boy could wait until later now she had to find Autumn. That girl was a law unto herself, this foggy air could take it's toll on anybody for sure but it had grabbed her by the collar and turned out her uncontrollable side.
Angela stood at the the open door and looked back at the shell of the once great man now sitting broken in the restraints, first she must find Autumn and make her see the importance of what they were fighting for and then she would return to finish him off.
She zipped up her leather bodice and flicked a smile at his weakening eyes, he didn't have the strength left to cause her any fear, his days of tormenting her were over. She slipped on the resistance mask and quickly left the building, she had to find Autumn.


Autumn tripped her index finger over the ridged plastic casing. The air inside the gigantic warehouse was almost unbearable. This damn rock had held her in it's grip for too long, it was invading her mind.
It felt as if home was a distant memory now. So much had happened, so much lost and unchangeable.
The buzzing doors flickered with the constant influx of bodies. The pre-winter chill rushed in and she felt it creep up her long rubber stockings. She scuffed her biker heels and denied the sudden cold. Her body responded with it's usual mischief and she felt the eyes of thousands of strangers crawling all over her.

Zoon! Girl you're headed for the flashpan she thought to herself.

The rows of tightly packed foods ran all along the walls. She was starving, the Crum did that to you, it was a killer beast of a trip. She felt the oncoming once more, the rapid flashes of red and black sung across her eyes. She really was breaking down, it wouldn't be long before she hit the down slip and went losto like the others.

Without a second glance she scooped up the cases and fled. Already the boots chased hard. She felt their heavy breathing hunting down her neck. She had to split it quick. The dark beast still sat purring. Old faithful, old glory, old boy.

It curled up to her side, the obedient pet ready to flee. She slipped on and pulled the throttle back with a snap. He purred away real strong and then they were gone. The chasers nothing but specks in the distance, her thighs clinging to the warm body of her lover, her wetness already seeping through.
The two of them spun through the thick evening, two thieves giving this damn planet the back hand. They had become quite the pair, the whispers of their escapades running wildly out of control in every town from here to the great sand dunes.

She pulled the beast to the side of the road and fell exhausted to the dust. The life out here was always wild, the trees and alien plants growled with growth. She knew that his breathing was growing rapid, the taste was within him. He snapped his back and grew onto his hind legs.
Zoon the Billygogg was all you could take when the pulse was up and all you can think of is to be taken. It's grown beyond it's simple mechanical ride, no longer simple motorcycle to the bright eye, now he was the glorious pillar of rippling muscles. His hot pulse entwined itself onto hers and she released a deep moan. The grass was cold as it spread against her back but by now she was overridden by the oncoming pleasure. He pinned her down, his heavy body enveloping her. All around the rough scent of petrol intoxicated her. His silver metallic skin cut against hers, rubbing up against her pulsating hunger. There really was nothing like being with a half-droid, the mix of flesh and metal bringing about floods of pleasure that no human alone could match