The azure haired girl walked out of the bathroom wearing her favourite
pink robe; as her hairs dried, they began to take their distinctive
curled shape, spiraling as the color gradually moved to green, then to
blonde. From the mass of blue on her head, a pair of golden antennae
forced its way out of the tangled mess.

With a soft thud, the girl landed belly up on her bed, caught by
multiple soft pillows. With a sigh of relaxation, she took her
portable device from the top of her drawer; gently tapping the screen,
she turned it on and opened one of her favourite applications.

A few animations later, the screen displayed a number of neatly
arranged cards, a few demarcated empty spots and a face-down deck in a
corner: it was a game of Klondike.

The girl couldn't even begin her game that the spaceship she was
travelling began to rock dangerously, the emergency alarm blaring
loudly. Getting back to her feet after being thrown down the bed by
the violent movements, she rushed to the control panel where her
assistant, a huge creature covered in white fur, was trying to
stabilize the ship.

Just as she was preparing to engage in commanding the ship, the
rocking stopped. Scanning the results of the on-board computers, it
was revealed that the ship encountered an unexpected thunderbolt of
cosmic rays. After ascertaining that nothing important broke due to
the storm, the girl went back to her room and laid on her back again,
finally able to play her awaited card game.

She tapped the screen a few times, but nothing happened. Frustrated,
she let out a groan and began to frantically tap the screen and press
every button of the device. Eventually, the screen turned back on
showing the game as she had left it.

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed once more and finally started
tapping on the displayed cards, moving them around the board. After a
few bad starts, she finally geared up and won a couple of games;
giggling and kicking her feet in the air with glee, she continued to
enjoy her little timekiller.

It was long after she immersed completely in the game that she felt
something was different: whenever she interacted with the game, she
felt like something was moving the bed. She checked multiple times yet
everything was in order; she even sneaked up the ship to check on her
assistant in case she pulled a prank.

With no lead at all, she set her mind to ignore it and to just enjoy
her game. However, it took only a couple of games to make this
sensation unbearable. What started as nothing more than a feeling of
being shaken, soon became a vibration rippling through her body.

As the sensation spreaded, her body temperature rose and rose. The
girl began to fan her flushed face but it was in vain; unfastening the
cloth keeping the robe closed, she let her naked figure to the cold
air of the room.

The sudden contact with the cool atmosphere made her pallid pink
nipples perk up from her small yet springy breasts; little drops of
sweat began to form, making her petite form glisten under the room's
lights.

Despite her feverish state, the girl continued her game as if nothing
else mattered. Whenever a card would go to its final destination in
order to win the game, a shock of pleasure would travel through her
whole body. Arching her back slightly with each action, she quietly
began to moan.

Istinctively, one of her hands reached for a nipple and pinched it,
making the girl moan louder. Slowly, the hand moved down the damp
body, crossing the belly and reaching the cerulean bush guarding her
soft, puffy lower lips. Finally, the hand reached the little nub
guarded by her folds and she began to caress it, stroking it slowly,
then faster as more cards were placed on their foundations.

Powerful shocks ran through every nerve as more and more cards were
removed from the board, each one stronger than the previous the higher
the value of the card; her hand furiously working her nether, making
sloppy and wet sounds.

As the last card was placed out of the board, the strongest yet
stimulation coursed through the girl's body: she arched her back as
high as she could, moving her arms to sustain her weight;
gritting her teeth, she let out a guttural yet soft moan as her body
spasmed uncontrollaby.

With a last, powerful contraction, she let out another long moan of
pleasure and let her body fall down on the bed, exhausted. With her
body still sweaty from all the action, she drifted off to sleep,
completely spent.