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Alien Amazon Lesbian Bondage Werewolves

By Cassandra Court

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012

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Julia sat back on her heels, wiped the sweat from her brow, and looked out over the alien horizon.

The planet that had been dubbed "Hippolyta" by Earth authorities was wild, verdant, and beautiful. It was also, as an Earthlike planet with an oxygen atmosphere and drinkable water, the subject of much excitement back home. This was a planet that a human could live on safely, and it seemed to be wide open for colonization. A few enterprising homesteaders had already put down roots, setting up prefab housing and starting small farms, testing the viability of both familiar Earth crops and some native plants that had proven to be edible. It was one such homestead that Julia was staying at, the owners having generously opened their homes to explorers such as herself.

"You got everything packed up there?"

Julia smiled and turned towards the voice. It was Emily, the de facto head of the household. The group of homesteaders were all genetically unrelated ("all the better when we have to start populating the place," one had said with a wink) and worked as an egalitarian unit with no clear hierarchy - but Emily was usually the one who spoke for the group, and took charge to get things done. Since Julia had arrived, Emily had been her primary contact with the homesteaders.

She was also devastatingly hot. Julia felt secure in admitting that to herself. It didn't make her gay to appreciate Emily's killer legs, her incredible rack, or her stunning, kissable lips. Not to mention the trim, muscular physique that came naturally from the hard work of farming. The fact that Emily mucked about in a pair of dingy overalls most of the time only made her beauty more tantalizing, the imagination jumping readily to the figure that lay half-hidden beneath the loose clothing. Julia had always been proud of her spry, wiry figure and her bright red hair, but next to Emily she didn't feel like quite so stunning a specimen.

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