“But what about Zelda and all our shipmates on the Scorpio… and my Aunt Cruella and Beula and the girls back home?” Tears began to well up in the corner of my eyes. “They’re all gone now. Dead and buried.”
Robin frowned. “Yeah, it’s downer stuff like that which really puts a damper on an endless ship-wide orgy. We can’t keep jumping a thousand years into the future every time we throw the switch on this thing.” Everyone in the lab mumbled his agreement. “And think of how detrimental it would be to business. We can’t expect our customers to remember a thousand year old company.”
“It’s tough enough for people to remember an advertisement they viewed last week, let alone last millennium,” Tryor agreed. “Still, we could always emphasize the fact that we have ‘staying power’ in the field.”
“Good argument.” Robin thoughtfully stroked his goatee. “We could advertise that we’ve outlasted our competition.”
“I believe you all are missing the point. Our time jump is temporary,” Dum Luk announced matter-of-factly. He shuffled over to the chemical analyzer and picked up a large flame gem. “We only jumped so far into the future and space because our first experiment was on a much larger scale than these smaller attempts to recreate what happened. If we recreate the first experiment and ‘throw the switch’ backward as we did just now, we’d more than likely find ourselves back where we started from in both space and time.”
“And we could meet Zelda and the others as we planned.” I felt the burden of loss ease from my shoulders. “Whew! That’s good news, Professor. When can we can reverse this situation?”
All eyes focused on Dum Luk’s curiously vacant expression. He shrugged.
“I see,” Robin said, nodding. “We can go back whenever we get enough power to do so, right?”
Dum Luk bowed again. “Yes, you’ve surmised our situation correctly, Captain Manhood. When we jumped in time and space we consumed most of our fuel. Unless there’s a space station nearby that takes thousand year old credit cards, we could be stranded here for some time.”
* * * *
I did my best not to let on to my shipmates about the seriousness of our situation. Robin had sworn us all to secrecy and promised us real discipline if we blabbed about our dilemma before he could think things through. How Robin would rescue us from this seemingly impossible state of affairs I could not say. I truly believed my lover to be as clever and intelligent as he was sexy and charming. Surely, he’d find a way to get the crew of the Pulsating Purple Parsnip home again.
But I had my doubts. Before I lay down for sleep, I picked up my silver hologram locket, the only remembrance I had of my family. I cradled the treasured gift gently in my hands and knelt before my small shrine to the Goddess of Fun, Fertility and Family Planning.
“Oh, goddess, you who have brought Robin Manhood and me together as soul mates, give us a sign that we will be able to return to our home time.”
The smiling statue simply stared at me. Perhaps I had been too forward in demanding yet another sign from the goddess? Perhaps the sign she had sent indicating Robin was my soul mate was the only sign I was entitled to receive in this lifetime?
“I beg your forgiveness, my lady, and ask only that you help Robin make effective command decisions.”
The doors to our quarters swished open. Robin tramped in, a frustrated grimace playing across his darkly handsome features. I slipped the braided silver chain over my head and then wrapped him in my embrace.
“There, there,” I cooed, stroking his hair. “It’s not all bad. We’re still together.”
He looked at me oddly then slowly disengaged my arms from himself. “Well, yes. Yes, we are. We are all still together a thousand years into the future in the middle of nowhere with little fuel. Even if we hobbled back toward home, how do we even know if Old Smokey still exists?”
I followed him to his easy chair. He plopped into it and kicked off his boots, sighing. “I suppose it could be worse,” he said, pulling me into his lap. “We could be completely without fuel in the middle of a heated fight with Bak Azzwards or some other despicable foe. This, so far, has been a rather quiet millennium.”
I swallowed a gasp of fear. What kind of enemies would we face in this time period? The Parsnip had been the fastest and the best armed a thousand years ago. But now? Most likely it would be considered a museum piece.
I knelt beside Robin and began massaging his feet. He began to relax.
“I thought the Parsnip ran on fusion engines,” I said. “Isn’t fusion an endless supply of power?”
“It is, if you don’t send over half your original fuel source into the past as you jump into the future. Don’t ask me to explain it to you. I didn’t quite understand Dum Luk myself. Suffice it to say, all we’ve got is ‘paddling canoe’ power right now, and what we need is ‘ramming speed’ to get this thing back to where we came from.”
I concentrated on massaging his feet even more. His long toes curled under and he arched his back as I hit a ticklish spot. “Oh,” was all I could think of saying in reply. I plastered a smile on my lips and looked with adoration upon my lover’s face. He reached down and patted my head.
“You remind me of a small quadruped from Old Terra. You know what I mean… A dog sitting at her master’s feet.”
My jaw dropped in mock horror. “Are you calling me a ‘dog’ now?”
He chuckled. “Hardly. Stand up my little furry creature and let me take a good look at you.”
I took his hand and scrambled to my feet. I slowly spun around, holding out the sheer fabric of the silvery robe like I had wings. The material clung to my nude form underneath, revealing my pointed tits and my moist pussy. His smile meant he approved.
“You look very pious in that church outfit.”
“Church outfit?” I fingered my silver chain and locket. “Oh, I see. Yes, the Goddess of Fun, Fertility and Family Planning appreciates her devotees to dress appropriately for the occasion.” I jumped back into his lap and kissed him passionately. “And she expects a sacrifice from her followers as well.”
“Hmm… you want me to find a volcano and throw you in it?” His lithe hands ran up and down my spine sending shivers of electricity zinging throughout my body. “Or do I have to cut your heart out first?”
I traced the outline of his strong chin with a finger. “You already have my heart, so I guess we can skip that part.” My lips followed my finger’s trail with butterfly-light kisses. “And the only thing I can think of that you to throw me in around here is the hot tub—or on the bed. I guess we’ll have to make the sacrifice a little less spectacular but more meaningful.”
“Meaningful?” He waggled an eyebrow and grinned. “Wasn’t that little sacrifice you made earlier today with Dum Luk meaningful enough?”
I kissed his hands and placed them on my breasts eager for his touch. “Not really. It was fun—and I do enjoy the ship-wide orgies and having fun with my fellow crewmembers from time to time—but nothing means as much to me as when you make love to me, Robin Manhood.”
He sighed and drew me deeper into his embrace. His tongue darted between my lips, tasting my undying devotion. I responded, our kiss deepening and increasing the dangerously strong attraction between us. We had spent little time exclusively in each other’s arms lately. Tonight, I hungered for Robin’s touch and his touch alone.
Somehow, we drifted toward the bed. My robe fell from my shoulders and Robin’s clothes vanished as well. He laid me across the mattress, raining sensuous kisses across my face, neck and shoulders. His hands danced lightly over the roundness of my bosom, tickling across the smooth plains of my stomach and sliding down to rest comfortably at the junction of my thighs.
“Always wet and ready.” His throaty chuckle made me grow even more eager for his attentions. “You never can get enough, can you?”
“I’ll never get enough of you, Robin. Remember that. No matter where I roam or how I receive pleasure, it will never come close to the fulfillmen
t and happiness you give me.”
“I bet you say that to all your partners. Willie, Little John, Kwak, Zelda, Peri, Dum Luk… Am I missing anyone?”
“Not really. Just about forty or so others.”
“You have been getting around the ship!”
“Well, you told me to—remember?”
He sighed. “I did, didn’t I? I can be such an idiot at time.” He kissed me again then lowered himself on top of me, teasing my labia with the tip of his cock. “I should lock you up and never let you out of this cabin.”
“You did that, too, if you recall. The first week or so I was on board I didn’t have any clothes.”
“That wouldn’t work now, would it?” He chuckled again. “You barely cover yourself some days. When you wear those crotch-less panties and that corset that barely covers you… It’s all I can do to keep my hands off you when you’re on the bridge. All I can think is, ‘I’ve got to fuck that sweet pussy before I explode.’”
I grinned. “And all I can think is, ‘I wish he’d quit sitting there with his legs spread wide and come over here and fuck my brains out.’”
“Funny, I’ve never noticed Willie sitting with his legs wide apart before.”
“Quit joking and ram that pecker of yours into me.” I grabbed him by the top of his hair and pulled his lips down to meet mine. “Or else I’ll be tempted to take my business elsewhere.”
He laughed. “Aye, aye! Heaven forbid I should disobey a direct order from a junior officer.”
Robin thrust hard and true into my cunt. Gasping, I arched my hips, meeting his plunges with a rocking movement that generated more heat than our drained fusion engines. We knew each other’s moves so well. He knew how to bring me to climax in seconds flat. Yet he also knew when to hold back, allowing the exquisite torture of my impending orgasm to build and build…
Suddenly the cabin lights dimmed and turned blood red. The ship’s siren sounded a general alert. But we were both so enthralled in the give and take of our lovemaking that neither of us noticed the alarm—or how far we had drifted toward the ceiling until Robin bumped his head hard on the dildo shelf above the bed.
“Yeow!”
The sign! The goddess had given us the same sign she had provided that first time we had shared a bed. We’d be able to get back to our own time. Thank you.
“Shit!” He rubbed his pummeled pate. “Why do I only hit my head on that blasted shelf when I’m around you, Brandi Whyne? It’s like the goddess herself is trying to knock some sense into me—or out of me.”
I laughed. “Maybe. But why are we floating? What’s happened to the artificial gravity generator?”
“It seems to have malfunctioned. Great, isn’t it?”
Robin grabbed hold of the shelf and wrapped his long legs about me, indicating I should do the same. With each plunge of his cock we floated higher until he reeled us back down. Several times I bumped my head on the shelf as well, but I felt little or no discomfort. Blood rushed repeatedly to my brain as Robin brought me to orgasm over and over again before joining me with one final hard thrust that sent us bouncing off the walls.
“Captain Manhood, report to the bridge—if you can,” Willie’s voice came over the intercom. He sounded somewhat winded and more than a little concerned.
“What’s up with you, Will?” Robin replied, laughing. “Brandi and I have received more bumps and bruises while doing the nasty than you do after a typical session with Zelda.”
“Sounds like fun. I’m sure there are a few other hearty souls aboard experiencing the same, too. Unfortunately, a few of us better keep our pants on until we get ourselves out of this crisis.”
“Crisis?” Robin frowned. He pulled away from me and managed to pick up some of his clothing. He somersaulted across the room as he pulled on his breeches. “The Parsnip has lost gravity before, but we’ve always managed to repair it in short enough order. What else is happening?”
Willie expelled a sigh. “It seems there is something more to this incident than just a minor inconvenience with the artificial gravity units. According to Dum Luk we seem to be drifting out of this region of space-time altogether. And there’s nothing to stop us.”
Robin skipped pulling on his boots and his shirt. I grabbed my silvery sheer robe as it floated past me and dove into the garment like a bird flying into a tent.
“Hang on,” Robin said to Willie, “We’ll be on the bridge in a minute.”
He grasped me firmly by elbow. I, in turn, clung tightly to Robin as we exited our quarters. He grinned. “Ready? This will take some doing.”
While many “landlubbers” believe that life in zero-g aboard a space ship is all fun and games, let me tell you it most assuredly is not. Holding on to the ridged recesses nestled along the top of the corridor walls—a structural detail designed for just such a purpose—it took us twice as long to reach the bridge as usual. Objects such as chairs, writing instruments and Robin’s “treasure chest” of playthings cruised about of their own accord, causing havoc for the bridge crew. The ‘floating garbage’, as Robin labeled everything not bolted to the floor, made a once easy passage feel like traipsing through a minefield.
“Isn’t this fun?” John Thomas’s smile stretched from ear to ear. The giant held on to the navigation console with one large forefinger as his enormous form drifted outward and upward. “I wish Robin would turn off the gravity generator more often.”
I swam toward to him and the console and grabbed hold of a chair bolted to the deck. “I agree with you up to a point,” I said, tugging my caftan down from where it had drifted above my head. “We could go without gravity in the conference room during a ship wide orgy. That would be interesting. Otherwise, zero-g is a pain in the butt.”
“You have a cute butt, too, Brandi.” John Thomas sniggered. “And you keep showing it off, too.”
Why did I put a loose-fitting gown back on? I sighed and pushed it down again. My tightest leather corset would have been a more appropriate uniform in this situation. “Yes, I seem to be flashing everyone on the bridge, don’t I?”
“Normally we wouldn’t mind, but it’s an emergency,” Bigguns our weapons officer said, “and you’re quite the distraction.” He turned to Robin. “Our latest weapon’s power levels seem to be fluctuating. No—they’re being drained. We’re under attack.”
Robin propelled himself over to the weapon’s station. “Damn. Are you sure, Big?”
The cyclops shrugged. “We’re under attack, or it’s conveniently timed sabotage. Either way, it doesn’t look too good for us.”
“But who—and how?” I cried.
“Inter-dimensional bandits.” Willie’s ruddy face looked positively grim. “Time-traveling inter-dimensional bandits with powers of invisibility. They’ve sabotaged our ship while we we’ve been stranded inter-dimensionally.”
Robin growled and threw up his hands, inadvertently sending himself spiraling across the bridge. “Wonderful.” The lights began to flicker then dimmed to emergency backup red. “What the hell is happening now?”
“Captain, our life-support systems are failing.” Murt’s—or Murk’s—voice on the inter-com from engineering sounded as blandly unemotional as ever. “Our oxygen regenerator is completely offline for some unknown reason. There’s not enough energy in the engines to get it going again. I estimate we have an hour’s reserve of breathable atmosphere. That is, if we don’t all freeze to death first.”
“Perfect.” Robin floated back to his chair and attempted to sit in his usual place.
John Thomas’s big eyes grew ever larger in his fleshy face. “What are we going to do, Robin? We got to breathe.” He let go of the console and headed toward the exit. “Peri!”
“Let him go,” Robin said as I attempted to grab the floating giant’s arm. “In fact, there isn’t much we can do but go back to our quarters and try to conserve as much oxygen as possible by not exerting ourselves.”
“Shall we cryo-freeze the crew until the crisis has
passed?” Willie asked.
Robin shrugged. “You know very well we don’t have nearly enough cryo-chambers for the entire ship’s complement. But anyone who wants to freeze him or her or itself is entirely free to do so.”
He turned toward the exit. “John Thomas?”
“Aye.”
“Get your lady into one of the cryo-chambers. She’ll be safe there.”
The giant sniffed back a tear. “Thanks, Robin.”
I smiled and made my way over to my lover’s arms. “That was nice of you.”
“Yes, wasn’t it?” He waggled an eyebrow and pulled me into a bear hug. “And you’re next.”
“Next for what?”
“For the cryo-chamber. There’s no use in all of us suffocating and freezing to death out here. The Parsnip will need a decent navigator to get those in cryo-stasis back home. You can be that navigator.”
“No… no! I won’t freeze myself. I want to be with you—until the end if necessary. And there’s no guarantee that these bandits will preserve those in the cryo-chambers, either. They may just dismantle the entire ship for scrap metal and sell our internal organs as exotic aphrodisiacs.”
Robin cringed at the thought. “Ooo! That sucks. Mind you, you’d make one hell of a powerful aphrodisiac, Brandi Whyne.” I frowned at him as he smiled. “But as far as my beautiful purple space cruiser being sold for parts, I can’t allow that.”
Robin separated himself from me and floated over to the weapons console once again. “Bigguns, my man. We still got the self-destruct bomb wired up to this baby?”
“Self-destruct?” The Cyclops blinked slowly. Then his grimace became a grin. “Oh, aye, aye, captain. That we do. A big-ass motherfucker of a bomb that will blow the Triple P to the center of the galaxy and back again. Shall I start the countdown?”
Robin calmly nodded. “Please do.”
Willie drifted toward me and drew me into his sweaty embrace. “Oh, well. If we’re all going to go out with a big bang, I say we enjoy a big bang or two before we go.”
“How can you act so shallow at a time like this?” I smacked him on the shoulders and drifted away. “We’re all about to die—one way or the other.”
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