Boobylon 5 
by Tekka Maki 
Sex between consenting adults of various sentient species

 
Note: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting 
adults of various sentient species. This should not be read if you are 
underage, dislike Babylon 5 or are a hardcore Republican. 
 
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 Babylon 5, normally quite a busy place for its out-of-the-way location 
was, today, as busy as ever. The main marketplace was a hubbub of 
shoppers, merchants and Minbari muzak, in a hundred different languages. 
It was times like this when the station really lived up to its name. 
 
 In a lightly-trafficked corner, Ambassador Londo Mollari was whispering 
with a Shilthi merchant at his small booth. Everyone in the black and 
gray markets knew that if you needed something, K'liss could get it for 
you, for the right price. It was often said that if K'liss couldn't get 
it, you didn't need it. At the moment, Londo needed something, and 
K'liss, true to his word, had gotten it. 
 
 "So, where is this little treasure of mine, eh?" asked the portly 
Centauri. "I certainly hope it was worth the wait." 
 
 "Absolutely worth the wait." The green, scaly Shilthi looked furtively 
around and reached under his display table. After a bit of fumbling, he 
pulled out a small leather pouch, closed with a drawstring. 
 
 Londo looked fiercely at the minuscule bag. "That's it? I paid two 
hundred credits for that piece of nothing? This is an outrage!" 
 
 "Easy, Ambassador," soothed the trader. "You wouldn't believe the 
demand for this stuff. And besides, you only need a pinch. Why, there's 
enough in this tiny bag for more than twenty doses!" 
 
 Mollari calmed down. "Excellent," he pronounced, eyeing his new 
possession. "I will attempt to use it tonight. Just put it in a drink, 
you say?" 
 
 "Yes, the chemical is activated by alcohol. But be warned. Use only a 
pinch at a time. An overdose can cause- shall we say- unexpected 
results." 
 
 "I understand," said Londo, carefully slipping the pouch into his 
pocket. "Thank you, and have a good day." 
 
 The Shilthi nodded in return, and watched Londo disappear into the 
crowd. 
 
************ 
 
 That evening, Londo sat at the bar of the Dark Star Tavern, a frosty 
mug of Terran beer in his hand. He was enjoying the sound of the live 
band on stage, and letting the general friendly ambience of the pub waft 
over him. Suddenly he shook himself awake. He was here for a purpose. 
"Barkeep!" he shouted. "A whiskey and soda!" 
 
 The human bartender nodded, and soon brought over the requested drink. 
As surreptitiously as possible in a crowded bar, Londo reached into his 
vest and withdrew the pouch containing this morning's purchase. Powdered 
vetna leaves, from Minbar. For thousands of years, members of all 
sentient species had sought an effective aphrodisiac. Vetna was the 
answer. As the Shilthi had said, the leaves of this common weed, when 
properly powdered and combined with alcohol, turned on the sexual drive 
of nearly any known being. Of course, due to a cruel trick of fate, 
Minbari themselves were immune to its effects, but Londo didn't care. 
All that mattered to him was that with this, he could have almost any 
woman he wanted. 
 
 Londo carefully pulled open the drawstring. Taking extreme caution to 
use only the tiniest amount possible, he began to transfer the powdered 
leaves into the recently-ordered drink. Carefully... carefully... oof! 
Londo looked angrily over his shoulder at the drunken Narn that had just 
collided with his elbow. The Narn leaned over to Mollari. "Hey, sorry, 
man!" he said, his face far too close to Londo's for comfort. "My 
fault!" Laughing raucously, the Narn staggered out of the bar. 
 
 Unfortunately, the damage had been done. Instead of a mere pinch, 
nearly half the pouch had been spilled into the drink. Londo began to 
panic, and wondered about the feasibility of ordering another drink, 
when his eye fell upon the entrance to the bar. The object of his desire 
was standing there, and he knew it was now or never, overdose 
regardless. 
 
 Commander Susan Ivanova, second in command of Babylon 5, was the center 
of many a wet dream aboard the station. Her thick brown hair was tied 
back in a severe braid, but it did not detract from her beautifully 
formed face, which contained deep green eyes. Her figure was slim, the 
result of exercise and a diet consisting largely of salads. Her legs, 
shapely even through her severely cut uniform, tapered up to a firm butt 
and a narrow waist. Her breasts were medium in size, nothing 
particularly special, but exercise had helped them to stand out 
perfectly from her torso. Taken as a whole, she was many a man's ideal 
woman. Ambassador Londo Mollari, of the Centauri Republic, was one of 
these men. 
 
 "Commander!" called Londo from across the room. "Have a seat! I already 
got you a drink." He held up the whiskey and soda, with the powder by 
now well dissolved. 
 
 Ivanova was slightly suspicious, but relaxed and decided to play along. 
She walked to the bar, turning several heads along the way, and perched 
on the stool next to Londo's. "So, what can I do for you?" she asked, 
taking a sip of the drink. She was mildly surprised to discover that it 
was, indeed, her favorite. 
 
 Londo's expression turned serious. "The other day I received quite a 
disturbing message from Centauri Prime. Would you care to take a look at 
it in my quarters?" 
 
 Ivanova's eyebrows rose. "Oh? Do you want me to call Captain Sheridan?" 
 
 "No, no, that's quite all right. I just think you could ease my mind on 
the matter." 
 
 Ivanova shrugged, and tossed back the rest of her drink. "Okay, let's 
go." 
 
 Londo and Ivanova walked briskly to the Ambassadors' section, and then 
to Londo's personal quarters. Londo knew that his attache, Vir Kodo, was 
on leave, and would not return for another three days, so there was no 
chance of disruption from that corner. 
 
 The human and the Centauri entered the room, and Londo locked the door- 
and just in time, too. He could see that there was a very visible wet 
spot on the crotch of Ivanova's uniform trousers. 
 
 Ivanova started to breathe heavily. "Londo?" 
 
 The ambassador took a step forward. "Yes, Susan?" 
 
 Ivanova lunged at Mollari. "Londo, I want you *now*." 
 
 Londo couldn't believe his good fortune. The vetna had taken hold, and 
it was working even better than he had heard. Only now did he begin to 
regret the elaborate Centauri dress uniform he wore. Even with both of 
them working on the various buttons, hooks and buckles, it still took 
over five minutes to remove Londo's shirt, vest and topcoat. 
 
 Ivanova pressed herself as close to Londo as possible without actual 
penetration, and kissed him deeply. With one hand, she ran her fingers 
through the ambassador's graying chest hair, a sensation he had always 
enjoyed. With the other, she played with herself through her pants, the 
wet spot spreading by the second. 
 
 About thirty seconds later, they broke off the kiss in order to get 
air. Taking the opportunity, Londo began to remove Ivanova's uniform 
top. "Why do they have to make these things so complicated," he muttered 
under his breath. Though it was far less complex than his own outfit, he 
still had to unbutton her jacket collar, find the invisible zipper, 
unzip the invisible zipper, and then unbutton her blouse before he had 
even reached her brassiere. Once the main work was done, Ivanova was 
able to shed the clothing in a matter of seconds, the romantic 
atmosphere in no way lessened by the ordeal. Londo waited a brief moment 
to enjoy the vision. Even encased in a bra, Ivanova's breasts were a 
magnificent sight. Her thimble-sized nipples, aroused by the cold air, 
strained at the material. Through the flimsy fabric, the Centauri had an 
excellent view of her deep red aureolae. 
 
 After admiring the view for a few seconds, he noticed something odd. 
Her bra seemed to be just a little bit tight, which pushed up her 
breasts even further and enhanced her cleavage. However, he decided that 
this was unimportant. She must just do it for the effect, he figured. 
 
 Londo reached around Ivanova's torso, and unhooked her bra. When it was 
removed, he was startled to see that her breasts were even larger than 
they had originally appeared. No matter. Londo had always enjoyed women 
with large breasts, and the discovery that Ivanova possessed them only 
increased his desire. He fell to massaging and sucking them with a 
vengeance. As he sucked, he would bite down randomly, making her gasp 
with pleasure. The combined sensations made Ivanova climax several 
times. 
 
 Londo was astounded. If she'll orgasm from this alone, he wondered, 
what will she do when we actually start fucking? Eventually, he decided 
that he had had enough. He reached down to Ivanova's waist and removed 
her trousers, boots and her by now thoroughly soaked panties. At least 
this was easier than the top, he thought. 
 
 Moaning in ecstasy, Ivanova walked naked to Londo's bed and laid on her 
back. Londo knelt and began to perform cunnilingus. His experienced 
tongue flicked over every fold of her womanhood, taking care to never 
linger too long in one place. Every time he touched her clitoris, she 
shuddered with another mini-orgasm. Periodically he looked up from his 
labor for a "status report." At one point when he did so, he began to 
notice that her breasts seemed to be noticeably larger than before! 
Londo couldn't believe it. He neglected his current pursuit, leaving 
Ivanova's hand to dart directly to her groin and continue the work. As 
he watched, her breasts, covered in a shiny film of sweat, slowly 
enlarged. 
 
 Coming out of her haze of orgasmic euphoria, Ivanova noticed the 
current "developments" as well. "What's happening? My- my tits! They're 
growing!" 
 
 Londo was still watching in astonishment. "So they are..." he mumbled, 
as her breasts continued to expand. Her nipples, as well, were now 
noticeably larger. He watched as her formerly small, pert breasts began 
to rise up and form small mountains on her chest. "I don't understand 
it! I can't explain-" he stopped. He did understand, and he could 
explain. What was it the Shilthi had said? "Unexpected results." But 
Londo realized that the damage was already done, and that the only 
possible course of action was to wait it out. 
 
 While Londo had been thinking, the rate of growth of Ivanova's bust had 
increased. Her breasts, no longer able to stand up under their own 
weight, had begun to slide over and away, sagging into her armpits. 
Their bases now covered Ivanova's entire ribcage. 
 
 The sensation of watching and feeling her breasts enlarge had 
apparently aroused Ivanova beyond all previous limits. With both hands, 
she rubbed her nipples and kneaded her pale breastflesh, alternately 
pushing, pulling and squeezing. Whatever she did, it certainly seemed to 
work, as her moans became even louder and copious amounts of juice 
flowed from her pussy. 
 
 Ivanova's breasts continued to expand. No longer firm, they flowed onto 
the bed on either side of her torso. Ivanova could now, with a bit of 
effort, lift them up in her palms and drop them back down onto the 
mattress, with a satisfying "ploomp-ploomp" sound. If she tried to push 
them inward, back onto her chest, they would immediately slide back to 
their more natural position. Ivanova's breasts now snugly filled the 
crooks of both her elbows, and rose nearly two feet off the bed. 
 
 Londo decided that there was nothing he could do about the situation, 
so he joined in. Not even bothering to remove his pants, he leapt onto 
the bed next to Ivanova. The two, or perhaps four, rolled around the 
king-size bed, playing with the new attributes, which were each nearly 
the size of Ivanova's body. Londo's hands flew around Ivanova's naked, 
sweat-covered figure, feeling, kneading and touching. When his arms 
became tired, he returned to Ivanova's pussy, still flowing. Londo 
discovered that he could now, with a mere movement of his neck, move his 
tongue from her cunt to her nipples, which rested beside Ivanova's 
thighs and were now larger than golf balls. 
 
 Many Centauri are very slightly telepathic by nature, and Londo knew 
that Ivanova was going to come for the greatest time that evening. He 
left off his ministrations and stood back. It was a good thing, too, 
because Ivanova began to shudder, and then, with an scream, orgasmed 
with more force than Londo could have dreamed possible. Her juices shot 
out of her with the force of a fire hose, which could have killed Londo 
had he been there. As it was, Londo watched as literally gallons of 
liquid came cascading out, drenching the bed and the floor. 
 
 Glancing up at Ivanova's brobdingnagian breasts, Londo noticed that, 
sadly, they were getting smaller. As he watched, and Ivanova's juices 
flowed, her breasts subsided and slowly returned to their original size. 
At last, the orgasmic torrent ceased and Ivanova, laying in a pool of 
her own fluid, collapsed into unconsciousness. 
 
 Londo looked around at the drenched carpet, and at the fully spent, 
unconscious, and now back to normal Ivanova. He took a deep breath, 
inhaling the musky scent of her unrivaled climax. Yes, he thought. 
K'liss, the Shilthi trader, had been right. The vetna had been worth the 
wait, and more. Londo smiled slyly. "I wonder how long it would take for 
him to get another shipment." 
 
 
-THE END-