CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #1

Author's Notes: IT'S HERE YOU GUYS! We finally hit $30 and now it's time, at long last, for the main event, our first ever Patreon-eclusive, Patreon-fueled  Choose Your Own Adventure, a sci-fi romp that you guys control and will, hopefully, go on for some time.

How does this work, exactly? That's a good question. My goal is to keep this updated around once a week, in installments of varying length (enough to get to the next decision). Much of the beginning will be getting you guys to create a character, and then onward to some sexy adventures. To vote, all you have to do is:

1. Figure out how to comment on Patreon posts 'cause fuck if I even know.

2. Choose one of the lettered options.

3. (Optional) Embellish your choice, without contradicting the text already present. While I won't  always go with embellishments (since they could be anything, who the fuck knows), I will at the very least consider them.

4. Have fun you fucking pervert.

Special note: Decisions you make will add points to a rolling personality matrix, which will be tallied over time to forge the personality of the main character that you control. Don't worry, the addition of points will be included in the option, so you'll know before you decide.

Once a week passes, or a sufficient majority of votes arises, I'll move on to the next installment. This particular installment is probably a little bit longer than most of them will be, due to the level of detail of the four provided options. Anyway, enough blabbering from me -- on with the show!

[story]

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“I must say, I wasn’t expecting a ship in,” the nauelli woman behind the census desk tilts her head at you, narrowing her vibrant golden eyes, almost iridescent when the harsh tubular lights above shine down on them. “No scheduled vessels of any sort. You do realize this throws up some unfortunate alarms, yes?”

“Sorry,” you shuffle, glancing behind you at the crew you came in with. You hadn’t expected quite so much resistance at the port to Au Prime, but there’s no turning back at this point. You’ll have to make your way past the census. “It’s a long story.”

“I’m sure,” the woman behind the desk sighs, straightening her glasses and pulling up some holographic paperwork from the console in front of her, punching in the codes to register a new entry. “Fortunately for you, your story isn’t really much of my concern. I just need some basic information and I’ll be able to let you into the city. The census is just to keep track of things, not keep people out.”

You let out a breath you didn’t completely realize you were holding. “What do you need to know?”

“Well, your name I got from the captain. Your gender is fairly obvious...” you see her enter the symbol for “Female/Feminine,” one such symbol among at least two dozen. “And I don’t think I need to ask your species. So mostly, I need to know where you’re from.”

You nod. “Right. I’m from--”

A) “--Earth. I’m an explorer from the Democratic Terran Empires.”

You are a human, a young species that has yet to fully integrate into the outer cosmos. When your exploration vessel ran out of fuel in open space, you and your shipmates launched off in individual escape pods, in random directions, hoping that at least one of you would survive to share the logs of your journey thus far. You were picked up by a nauelli freight cruiser in the region and, after greasing the right palms, secured yourself passage to Au Prime.

As your race is largely unknown to the rest of the galaxy, you will have difficulty fitting in -- looked on as a curiosity at best, and as a threat at worst. Nonetheless, you hold no allegiances, and will be free to make your own way.

Genitals:

• Vagina, you basic-ass normie fuck.

Personality Disposition:

• +1 Ingenuity
• +1 Naivety

Abilities:

• Official Explorer’s Documentation

B) “--Au 2. I have... business, on the mainworld.”

You are nauelli, one of the tall, blue-skinned native members of the Au System. Part of an ultra-capitalist society, the nauelli have become cunning and ruthless as a civilization, but you were born on the Slums of Au 2: a poor, desolate planetoid where the poor struggle to work for the rich. You saved up your entire life until you could finally afford a shuttle to the mainworld, where you seek to finally find your fortune.

Despite your upbringings, though, most outsiders will not be able to pick up on the subtle differences of your stance and accent -- they will see you as one of the most powerful races in the galaxy. The ones you have to look out for are your own people.

Genitals:

• Penis. The nauelli are an outwardly all-female race, but have long since eschewed the role of incubator, preferring to pass their DNA on to Creation Facilities.

Personality Disposition:

• +1 Cunning
• +1 Ambition

Abilities:

• Agility

C) “--Ida. My business is my own.”

You are q’orrine, one of the endangered, amphibious people of a faraway system that has long since been destroyed in the war with the idina. While many of your slender, pink-skinned people were taken as slaves, you managed to emancipate yourself and flee to a place where you will be treated, more or less, as an equal people. The means with which you managed to escape are, well... for now, you should keep them to yourself.

Slim, visibly aquatic, and sporting a thin, eel-like tail, you will stand out in a crowd, and many will not be acclimated to seeing one of your people. While even an emancipated q’orrine will find trouble with the idina that destroyed your homeworld, most others won’t go out of their way to give you any more grief than they can afford to.

Genitals:

• No exterior genitalia. Procreating with other q’orrine is a refined process, and while you can still recreationally copulate with members of other species, it can require some creativity.

Personality Disposition:

• +1 Submission
• +1 Evasiveness

Abilities:

• Amphibious

D) “--Ida. I’ve been sent by the Scientific Division of the Ardent Republica.”

You are idina, a green-skinned, warlike species. Your people experience a remarkable degree of sexual dismorphia that extends beyond physical, into cultural -- males are gigantic, hulking brutes that bear the burden of labor, care-giving, and child-rearing, while females are short, slim, and almost waifish, taking on the roles of officers, scientists, and politicians. While many more peaceful civilizations have yet to forgive your people for the enslavement and near-genocide of the q’orrine, the powers that be in your government continue to push for further galactic expansion.

You are a junior scientist of your people, sent on what many considered to be a wild goose chase when an encrypted message was recieved from Au Prime. Whether the message was an accident, or something important, it’s your job to find out that it isn’t something potentially harmful to your people... or potentially valuable to you.

Genitals:

• Penis, though... not a particularly impressive one by nauelli or even human standards. The act of impregnating idina males is something of a pleasureless, mechanical affair, though many wayfaring idina have found immense pleasure in intercourse with other species.

Personality Disposition:

• +1 Aggression
• +1 Inquisition

Abilities:

• Weaponry