Deep within the vast emptyness of space, a solitary spaceship was
drifting towards its destination. Despite the engines working full
throttle to push the vessel through the warp tunnel, the arrival was
still a long way away.

A girl with long, curly azure hairs and a pair of characteristic
star-shaped golden antennae protruding from her head was laying in her
bed, mindlessly looking at the images scrolling through the screen of
her mobile device, bored by the uneventful space travel.

As she gazed over the items of her news feed, a particular video
caught her attention. The work was about a particular videogame that
was all the rage at the time; the girl had played it while traveling
between different solar systems — indeed, she had already completed it
by this time — but as more and more people played it, more and more
impressions or derivative works would be made available by fans
through the intergalactic information network.

The video in question was a collection of memorable moments about a
characters who caught her fancy. As the pictures flashed in time with
the music, her favourite parts came one aftervthe other;
unintentionally, she started reminiscing of her game sessions when her
favourite scenes appeared for the first time, when that pose was
struck… she bit a corner of her lower lip as the video reached its
peak.

She shook her head and turned her device off. What was she even doing?
Lusting after a fictional character like that, truly nonsensical… it
was, however, too late. Her mind was filled with the scenes she
pointlessly tried to hide by turning off the screen and her
imagination was quickly running wild with the weirdest fantasies. She
closed her eyes trying to suppress the feelings swelling up inside
her, but it was in vain as her body became hotter and she began to
feel a tickly sensation all over.

Overcome by her desire, she carressed her small breasts while
undressing from her pyjama and underwear. Laying naked, she kept
playing with her nipples as her nether began aching with with primal
lust. Finally, her hands reached for the folds between her legs, her
fingers traversing the cerulean bush guarding her pink button, until
she reached her most important parts.

Slowly, she massaged her clit with boths hands, moving up and down
with her palms; she used her fingers to open her folds and tickle her
insides; she focused one of her hand on her clit while the other
spread her lower lips wide and inserted two of her fingers inside; her
fingers squeezing and flicking her button.

Soft moans escaped her mouth as she pleasured herself, yet something
was missing; she wanted more, she needed more, and she needed it
now. While one of her hand was still fingers deep inside her, with the
other she opened a drawer and she furiously searched for something —
anything — that could satisfy her.

Finally, she found just the right thing: it was a pen, a rather large
one, specifically one of those multicolor pen, with those little
levers which could be pushed down to lock the color to use and which
were unlocked by pushing on the little bumps on the end of the lever.

The girl took the pen — a girth significantly larger than her two
slender fingers, given the amount of colors — and unceremoniously
shoved it inside her. Her arousal made her pussy sopping wet and the
object slid in effortlessy; a yelp escaped from the girl's throat as
her inside were spread apart by the cold plastic tool.

Progressively picking up the pace, she slid the pen inside and
outside, muffled clicking sounds could be heard as the pen's lever
were pushed up and down by the girl's fold clashing with the little
bumps; louder and louder moans coming out the girl's mouth.

At last, with a final push inside, the girl shouted in pleasure while
her back arched upwards. Exhausted and gasping for air, she slumped
back to bed and removed from her pussy the multicolor pen, now
glistening in the artificial lights of her room.