Idle Hands
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Dey groaned as a spray of sea water slapped her in the face. Her fields could have knocked the spray aside. But rather than using her energy on that, she and Loki had decided in their infinite wisdom to save her K9s for something more important. In case it came up. So far, she was regretting that choice. The engine sputtered behind her and she heard Xee’s voice breaking over the howling sound of the storm and the sleeting rain that added to the wash of the waves.
“We’re getting some red lights, Dey!”
“I noticed!”
Dey grabbed onto the wheel, locked it into position, then turned and ran onto the deck. If she had thought it was bad in the cabin, she found it infinitely worse in the rocking, tossing waves. She grabbed onto the edge of the Enterprise to keep herself from sliding overboard and mentally regretted every leaving Miami. But no, she had to get some treasure.
The Cape of Good Hope wasn’t the southernmost tip of Africa. But it was the most recognizable landmark out there – but the storms that blew from the pole and along the coast were nothing to joke about. They hadn’t been anything to joke about in the 18th century, when people had struggled past with nothing but wooden ships and iron souls. They hadn’t been anything to joke about in massive steaming dreadnoughts from the first and second Big Wars. Now, on a ship with technology literally light years ahead of those eras, Dey was worried that this storm was going to be enough to send her into the spray.
She pushed herself away. Her feet remained planted on the deck as Loki painted the view in false colors, outlining different things to grab onto in case of a major swell. With those hand holds, she got to the engine and managed to flip it open. She saw the fault immediately. As she worked, Xee handed her tools and tried to keep the rain out of her face – holding up her palms and creating a shimmering warp field that refracted the rain away from the lot of them.
Underneath the Enterprise, Sky worked his tentacly best to use his sub – the Cthulu – to maintain their course, the connection between the two ships making his engines essentially small backups to the Enterprise’s primary.
Another sleet of rain slapped Dey in the face.
“Sorry!”
She shook her head at Xee, then shoved a replacement wire home. The engine sputtered to life again, the electrics whirring as Dey shoved the covering back down. She looked up at Xee, grinning fiercely.
“Still better than being a ball and chain,” she said.
“I do not understand that reference.”
Loki laughed.
Dey looked back over the seas – the dark waters illuminated by flashes of lightning. She half expected to see the beefy form of her current ex-husband beating through the waves. Not that Kuz the Shockpod, a genetically engineered alien supersoldier, was actually her husband or ever had been. A pity victory on the field of battle did not a wedding ceremony make, not in Dey’s head. And not according to any law on Earth. And since the Shockpod tribes had become independent from the Yahaag Corporatocracy, the Shockpod’s laws had failed to apply to Earth as well. That kind of thing happened when your primary interaction with another alien race was wandering marauders dropping onto your colony worlds, shooting the shit out of them, and general nastiness like that.
Then Dey’s brow furrowed.
In the darkness, she swore she saw a boat bobbing on the waves.
“More Titanic hunters?” Xee asked.
“Maybe.”
They had bumped into another set of ships making their way to the fabled location of the Titanic-2 – the reason why Dey had left her quiet vacation and set out on a trans-atlantic trip with a bunch of weird aliens. The Titanic-2 was one of those massive historical coincidences, like the assassination of Franz Ferdinand, or the dual nuking of Tsutomu Yamaguchi. The same designs and the same deck lay out as the original Titanic, with the same mixture of bigwigs and poor, with the same kind of hubristic captain and the same horrible chain of mistakes and tragedies and bloody human stupidity.
Different oceans, though.
Another wave smashed into the prow of the Enterprise and when Dey was done blinking, the other ship was gone.
Dey groaned as she woke up. Her muscles ached from a night of running, tugging, kicking and swearing. Her face felt grimy with salt and she blinked grit from her eyes as she sat up. Xee was sprawled on the bed next to her. The slender Huntress hadn’t taken the storm particularly well, considering the fact that she came from a world where the only liquid was helium-3. And helium-3 didn’t rain, or sleet, or splash. It just writhed.
And wriggled.
And...
Dey blinked.
Her palm wasn’t resting on the soft curve of a pillow as she pushed herself up.
No. Pillows were not so perfectly rounded and firm. Pillows were also not attached to a pair of shapely alien legs. Dey’s hand was resting on Xee’s butt. The Huntress was laying face down on the bed, her body tangled with sheets and pillows. Dey had managed to not impale herself on the spines that thrust up from the Huntress’ back, each one shimmering with the faint warp field that they used to cool their bodies off. Loki had explained it as a doppling trick. In the same way a freight train’s whistle got lower pitched as the train rushes away from you, Xee’s suit used warp fields to decelerate infrared radiation down to radio waves.
Something sparked in Dey’s brain.
“Mmm...” Xee lifted her head slightly, her palms pushing along the bed. She arched her back and pushed that rump into Dey’s hand more. Dey’s hand reacted, like any red blooded American’s might, when grabbing an alien’s butt. By squeezing. Xee squeaked and jerked her head up and Dey sprang away from her as if she was red hot.
“Are we alive!?” Xee asked, scrambling up and looking around.
The cabin looked just as trashed as Dey felt. The Enterprise looked like it had been knocked completely ahoo. One of the storage lockers had been knocked open, and supplies were scattered across the deck. One of the windows had shattered outwards and glass glinted along the side of the ship. One of the engine compartments had flipped open and sparks seemed to be flying from it every few seconds. The hatch in the center of the deck opened and Skylar tugged himself out, groaning.
“Do you know what life is like in a paint can?” he asked, sounding dizzy.
“A paint can?” Xee asked.
“You get shaken to fuck!” Skylar pushed himself to his tentacles, tripped, fell to the ground with a thump. He groaned. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
Dey hurried forward. It turned out that there were several dozen evolutionary similarities across the known species of the galaxy. One of them was the vomit reflex. Omnivores tended to weather ecological shocks better, and omnivores who could risk eating posion without immediately dropping dead tended to survive to have more omnivore babies. So, everyone vomited. And everyone needed a friend to do something like, well. This. Dey grabbed Sky’s tentacles, dragged him to the side of the Enterprise and left him hanging over head. His beak opened and a thick spray of grey-green goop dropped from his mouth.
Dey winced.
It was instinctive in humans to want to vomit when they saw someone else throwing up.
Turns out squids were close enough for squishy bits of her brain to start sending up primeval warning signals: Hey, he’s throwing up. Maybe we ate it too?
[Shut up brain.]
I’ll tell it to knock it off, Loki said. Soon, the urge faded.
Xee stepped over.
“Is he okay?” she asked.
“Just storm sick,” Dey said. She looked up and around and frowned.
The ocean was just as vast and clear and empty as it had been storming and crashing last night. The waves were small and placid, giving only a slight bob. The air was crisp and slightly cool. But in the distance, her eyes picked out something on the edge of the horizon. Loki cleared up some visual clutter and sighed.
It’s that ship again.
Dey scowled. “If it is that fucking Kuz...”
“What?” Xee asked. “No, that ship isn’t Kuz’s ship. Kuz’s ship was following us from the east, and had a different outline.”
Dey turned to face the Huntress. Her faceplate showed a ^///^ emoticon.
“So.” Dey put her hands on her hips. “Kuz is following us.”
“Well, he is your husband.” Xee said, nodding.
“WHAT!?”
Sky thrust himself back away from the edge of the railing, one tentacle pushing a line of vomit off his beak. He scrambled up, wrapping tentacles around the rail to steady himself. All eight his eyes looked right at Dey, and every single one of them was shocked to the core.
“For the last time,” Dey said, her voice coming through gritted teeth. “We’re not married.”
“Well, um, after Dey lost the fight-” Xee said. Then she stopped herself. Sky was looking at her with confusion now. Dey decided to step in before this conversation got any more embarrassing – but fortunately, the universe decided to throw her a bone by having a distress call warble through the ship. The radio had taken a serious beating during the storm, but it seemed to be working enough to pick up an S.O.S. Dey walked over, then cocked her head.
[Loki?]
It’s coming from the ship back there. Maybe they got beaten up more than we did?
[Maybe, ] Dey said, frowning. [Something about this is fishy.]
Agreed, Loki said.
Dey turned back. “Sky, Xee, you two can start fixing up the ship, right?” she asked.
They nodded.
“Okay,” Dey said, rubbing her hands together. “I’m going to take the Cthulu over there and see what is up.”
“Oh, sure, just borrow my sub,” Sky said, his voice wry and amused. He writhed his tentacles in an exaggerated shrug. “I mean, I am paying you, of course I follow your orders. That’s how things work among the hu-mans, yes?”
“Fuck you,” Dey said, grinning. She walked to the hatch and dropped in. Once the hatch closed, Xee’s facial emoticon blinked – the small LED dots representing eyes winking on and off. She turned to face Skylar.
“She didn’t actually mean she’d engage in coitus with you, did she?” Xee asked.
“No, just an expression, kid,” Sky said. “I thought you were an author. Wouldn’t you get metaphors?”
“Well, in Huntress fiction, metaphors are only used by the scheming characters,” she said, nodding as she started over to the engine. Watching Dey work at it had given her some idea of what to do – though the technology was frighteningly primitive in some ways. There were engineering technology that her suit’s computer told her came directly from combustion engines. Combustion engines. She shuddered at the thought.
“That must make human fiction really unsettling,” Sky said.
Xee giggled.
The Enterprise rocked as the Cthulu disconnected and fell away from the underwater hatch. Skylar checked to make sure the safety seals were still engaged. The ship wasn’t leaking, so he supposed they would live for now. He turned to Xee. Xee’s emoticon had changed to >///> and then shifted to
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xmoviesforyouI've performed as a sex toy for a dominant woman this past year. It was never my fantasy to be a sex toy, but here's what happened. One day, I searched through the website profiles in my area, looking for someone that shared my smoking and orgasm control fetishes. This particular time, I found four profiles that were close to what I was looking for. I typed up an introductory message, and sent the message to the four women. One replied rather quickly, saying that I lacked experience in orgasm...
He had fucked every hole she had, several times, with that huge dick of his. And then, yesterday, her friend Monica had discovered their relationship. She had been shocked at first, but it quickly turned into arousal. And then Monica had joined the Alicia and Alex in the living room, where Alex had given her the best orgasm she had ever had. Alicia could feel her pussy getting wet as she thought about yesterday and then she remembered her new rules. Well, one rule in particular. Alex had told...
Miss Driscoll’s classes never ended on time. It wasn’t that she didn’t take her job seriously - she was undoubtedly the most committed teacher at St Augustine’s - but many of her pupils didn’t want to leave when the bell rung loudly to signal the end of the lesson. For the girls, she was an aspirational figure. They saw the way she carried herself with effortless poise; her deep brown hair highlighted with blonde hanging over her shoulders, subtle makeup perfectly complimenting her smooth,...
Written on mobile sorry for spelling mistakes. All feedback is welcome. Talia and I have been friends since we were 4 years old when her family moved next door to mine, we grew up close, like brother and sister. As we got older, we stayed close but NEVER dated. I always had a thing for her, since the hormones kicked in at 13/14 years old but nothing ever came of it. We would always hang out, again we saw each other more like brother and sister so there was never any romance between us. She got...
When the big maroon carriage drawn by four matched grays reached the stately home where Anne was the guest of her elderly aunt, the uniformed footman adroitly descended and helped the redheaded girl step up into the richly upholstered interior where three young maidens and their wide skirts already occupied most of the space. "Rebecca," said the dark-haired girl who had a circle of puffy fox furs about her slim shoulders as Anne squeezed in beside her. "Anne Conroy, please excuse me,"...
The midnight to eight shift at the police evidence warehouse is the most boring shift of all, most of the time. Tonight it would be a little different for officer Sutton, and his partner. "Wait. Did you hear something?" Officer Sutton looked at his young partner. "It was either a rat, or this old building creaking and groaning." "It sounded like a scratching noise." "Then it was definitely a rat." "Don't you think we should check it out?" "There isn't anything in this place...
On the Wednesday night Liza and I had spent the evening making out and performing oral again but the whole time I couldn’t get thoughts of her brother out my head. In my imagination he a big cock and an eager ass… How I wished I could find out if his cock was as big as it seemed inside his shorts. We were in her bedroom this time, after her brother getting home just after we’d finished fucking the night before she was too nervous to do it on the sofa again. If she’d know he’d stood watching us...
In the world of Exciom the different clans live in harmony. Dwarves, elves, beastfolk, humands and the like live side by side in both metropolitan towns or separated on the great kingdoms of each race. The kingdoms are well connected through roads and trade lines, however much of the world is in still need of being discovered. The great wilds stand imposingly at the edge of the known world. Many fearless adventurers go into the wilds to bring in the heads of beasts never seen before, treasures...
FantasyHe watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Ellsworth Fletcher had not aged well at all, even though he was only 35 years older than Rosie's video archive. If the unruly mop of gray hair on his head was any indication of what lay underneath, then the reason was because his brain had not fared all that well either. He sat in an overstuffed chair wearing a maroon quilted smoking jacket, legs crossed, reading a paper-bound version of H.G. Wells' "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." Wild and confused looking, visually he was a cross between...
"I am fantasizing about you!" Mmmm! They say a picture of beauty can speak a thousand words of pleasure...Well every time a picture of you comes into my mind...damn I find myself getting lost in so much pleasure and desire...that without hesitation I feel my cock getting excited for you...Wanting you, needing you...and when you're not here I find myself touching myself for you...I get lost in the realms of wanting my lips pressed against your lips...as our tongues begin to explore the hidden...
Authors note: Thank you all for the encouragement. A point of clarification. You may have seen that the first two parts were reposted. This was not in error but was done after I proofread and edited some parts again. If there's any more typos I apologize. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Shit Shit Shit" screamed Andrew from outside his apartment door. A half asleep Emily came to the door, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, "Shut up Andy....
"The procedure went just as we expected, Mister Stuart. The valve is in place and is working properly. We'll want Ms. Urquhart to come in for a final evaluation in three weeks, but I'm confident she's going to be in good health," Dr. Rippon assured him. "That's great news," Cam smiled. "Thank you, and I'm sure Jamie is equally grateful, right Jamie?" "Yeah. Mom's going to be all better now, right?" "As good as new," cardiac surgeon Amos Rippon assured the...