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11-05-2007, 12:42 PM
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Tilted
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Lost in Space: The College Co-Ed Years
I’m not sure where something like this would go, but off the beaten track seems like a safe bet. it’s the first short chapter of my erotic fanfic takeoff of “lost in space.” in my defense, i know that fanfic is very geeky, i swear i’ve only written this one fanfic! i’m not a fan-ficker.
also in my defense, it’s rather... pervy. and i’d just like to add, in my defense.... well, i’m not coming up with anything, actually. there’s more if anybody wants it. is there a place for erotic fiction to go here in the ‘rogenous zone? seems like it’s all pictures and passwords and such but maybe i’m just missing it... I. Debbie the Monkey was taking a particular interest in the hydroponic garden Penny was setting up, sniffing around the rim of it and making like she was going to dig through it whenever Penny looked away. The Robinsons’ younger daughter was growing a lath of papayas on a snap-together stand she’d just assembled alongside Judy’s and Mrs. Robinson's next to the offramp from the Jupiter 2’s main portal. Penny shooed Debbie off and picked up her tray of hydroponic papayas, setting them on the stand. “Ah, I like to set up the garden right away,” she said to no one in particular. It was once again morning, and once again the Robinsons had found themselves on a strange planet. But as long as she could work on her garden, she would never feel too terribly far from home. John and the Major came down the ramp, John fiddling with a mineralometer. Mrs. Robinson went fretfully over to them. “John, are you sure this is such a good idea? We don’t even know what’s out there.” “Sweetheart, unless we find some way to replace the atomic fuel we lost in that leak, we’re never going to be able to lift off this rock. And that means going out there.” He nodded toward the unplumbed landscape of this frontier planet they’d set down on late the night before. “There are any number of minerals that will do to replace the fuel element we lost, at least well enough to keep us flying.” “ John. Can’t we just use the reserves?” “Then we just wouldn’t have enough for next time. Besides, there’s no reason to think there’s anything dangerous out there.” “It’s just I worry whenever you go out on a strange planet.” “Well,” the Major piped up, “if we could just keep Smith from monkeying around with the fuel stabilizers, maybe we wouldn’t have to go running around strange planets all the time.” By coincidence, Smith was just coming down the ramp, taking short, scuffling steps. “I heard that, Major,” he said. “Can I help it if the stabilizer looks exactly like the coffee machine?” “Smith,” said the Major angrily, holding himself back, “the coffee machine isn’t even on the same floor as the stabilizer.” Smith waved his hand dismissively. “Poppycock!” he said. “It is not my fault. I am blameless.” “Whatever, Smith,” said the Major. John kissed Mrs. Robinson on the cheek. “We’ll just take a quick look ‘round and we’ll be back in time for lunch.” He gestured to the major. “Come on. Let’s go.” The two made their square-jawed way off into the rocky alien distance. Mrs. Robinson stood in place. “Well,” said she, presumably addressing her young daughters but looking off at the trail down which John and the Major had gone, “I guess I’ll start getting lunch together.” “I’ll come help,” Judy replied, putting down her soil scoop. “Should I come too?” asked Penny. “No,” Judy said, smiling. “You turned eighteen today and with all this going on we might not be able to even celebrate properly. So relax and work on your garden. We can handle lunch.” Judy and Mrs. Robinson strode inside, passing Smith awkwardly on the way. Alone outside with Penny, Smith stretched and sipped his coffee. “Ah,” he said, breathing the alien air. “There’s nothing like a good stretch and a pick me up,” another sip of coffee, “first thing in the morning.” He strolled idly over to Penny, tending the tiny garden. “And what delightful botanical jewel are we nurturing here, my pretty fawn?” “Go away, Dr. Smith,” said Penny. “We’re not speaking to you. You’re the reason we’re stuck here in the first place.” Smith was taken aback. “Me? Responsible? Surely you don’t believe the Major’s nonsense, do you?” Debbie twittered and pawed at Penny’s apple-green boot. “Debbie!” Penny scolded. “Stop!" “Ooo!” Smith seethed, fretting like a housewife who’s discovered a mouse. “That infernal primate!” The monkey climbed up past Penny’s boot and up onto her hip, where she dangled like an oversized, furry gun holster. Her lap pressed up the hem of Penny's short skirt. “Oh, Dr. Smith, she’s sweet,” said Penny, already forgetting she was supposed to be mad. Dr. Smith reached into the garden. “What’s this? They’re lovely.” Penny, noodling with Debbie, tried to swat Smith’s hand away but it was too late; her Gomerian Colonial Flypods wilted, deflating like tiny balloons. They were very fragile. “Dr. Smith!” she said. “You killed one of my plants!” “Nonsense, my dear,” said Smith. “It must have been its time to go.” He gathered himself and surveyed the horizon purposefully. “I’m going to gather some local fauna,” he asserted, pointing skyward. “I will let you know,” he added with overwrought bravado, “if there is any danger on this mysterious planet.” Penny laughed. “You mean you’re going to pick flowers, Dr. Smith. You’re not fooling anyone.” Debbie was rocking back and forth affectionately on Penny’s hip underneath the part of her skirt that was crumpled, gathered up on Debbie's lap. "Eek!" Penny squealed, feeling something stiff on the flesh of her hip. "Dr. Smith! I'm not sure Debbie's really a girl!" Not listening, Smith cupped one of her bottomcheeks in his hand, squeezed her once, then gave her a pat on her pretty rear to play off the lecherous gesture as a friendly, if patronizingly sexist, one. “Dr. Smith!" Suddenly Penny was beset on all sides. She moved away from Smith a bit but was busy peeling "Debbie"—she would have to think of a new name for him—away from her and setting him on the lip of the hydroponic table. "Stop!” “Don’t you fret, Penny.” He was standing too close to her, like he was showing her a golf swing. “Keep at your gardening and we menfolk will protect...” Pat. “You.” Pat. “From.” Pat. “Harm!” At last Penny moved irritably to buck him away but by then he was already off, marching over the clearing. “One of these hills holds the secret of our escape, and I will find it!" With that he was gone over a bend in the path away from the landing site, going left where pere Robinson and the Major had gone right. With a sad shrug, Penny plucked the deflated flypods out of the tray and went back to her gardening. She saw that indeed, "Debbie" had a pee-pee; it was small and red and slick between his hirsute legs. Meanwhile, far below the surface of the strange planet, some presence was watching young Penny garden and coveting her. It gazed at her likeness on the screen of its scrutinizor, fixating on her firm, narrow bottom, the slim snowy smoothness of her diminutive legs under her miniskirt. The scrutinizor could influence simple minds and the alien had used it to coax the primate into climbing onto Penny and briefly fondling and frotteurizing her. Through the scrutinizor the feel of her flesh, as the primate experienced it, had been uploaded into the alien's computer and now the alien was plugged into this upload and relishing the feel of her, transmitted from the momentary humping the monkey had delivered to her soft hip when it had rubbed its pink animal dugs against her. The alien played this moment repeatedly until it swam in perverted pleasure. Since the starship had landed the night before the creature had been monitoring the newcomers, but the two girls more attentively than their brethren—mainly because it wasn’t intially clear if the younger one, Penny, was developed enough physically to be subjected to the treatments the alien being had in mind. The data the presence had received from the monkey’s research determined that she had just recently come of age. So that was it: the creature determined then and there that it would own her, and her pretty sister too.
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