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Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Action/Adventure · #1890385
Space travel can be a piss-ah!
      "I think we made it."


                                          "Who's talking?"


                "Just a minute. There could be some disorientation."


      "Let us say our mantra, Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."


      There is clarity. The travelers have successfully crossed light years of time
      and space with a space time molecular transmitter. They stand upon
      a new world completely naked with no time molecular transmitter in sight.

      "Ah, it's very breezy. Where's the ship?" a Nordic athletic lady asked.
      "Captain? You've changed." a slender Bulgarian lady responded.
      "Hey! Is that you George?" the captain stares with shock
      at his round breasts. George shouts and searches for his penis on the
      ground. "I don't think you'll find it and even if you did how would we
      reattach it?" the captain took a deep breath; "Breathable air."
      " We have no ship, no supplies and were naked women
      on an alien planet." the captain said in a commanding voice.
      "I need to pee." George interrupted.
      "But were both highly trained astronauts and we have our survival skills."
      the captain continued with a firm expression.
     
      "Where are we going? We don't even have a compass." George's
      voice whined like a little girl. George squinted at the captain and put his hands
      up to his brow. "That way. I think there is vegetation
      over there." As the captain pointed his breast bounced and George laughed.
      "Just do as I say!" the captain snapped.

      The two astronauts found an oasis with drinkable water and strange fruit.
      They had no choice, but to eat and drink. "I don't want to stay here."
      George whined. "Well, it's the only place with food and water. So, stuff it!"
      The captain placed both his hands on his 36" hips in a scolding stance.
      "Okay. I don't like your screaming voice." George munched on some fruit
      and rested against a palm tree. "Maybe, we could find the transmitter tomorrow?"
      the captain sat down running her hands through her long blond hair.
      "Okay." George stretched and curled up with some palm leaves for cover.
      "I know this is happening for a purpose." The captain yawned and fell on her
      back unconscious..

      A small bearded man came up from a hiding place.
      He was hairy and naked and quickly mounted the two astronauts,
      humping and singing,

                            "Are you awake or sleeping?
                            Forget not your sweets left under the tree
                            Mistress dreary?"

                            Have you forgotten the day?
                            Do you like your juicy roots?
                            Why hunger; stay?"

      The captain awoke covered in frothy goo..
      "What the Hell just happened?!" he shouted .
      George was apathetic, "I think we got raped. What do you want to do?"
      "Let's find that little potbelly troll and ring his neck!' The captain began
      to scourer the brush with a large club he made from a branch.
      "You'll never find him." George said bathing in a pool of water.
      "God damn it!" the captain cursed and swung the club about.
      "Come take a cool bath." George waved to the captain.
      The two maidens bathed each other.
      "You can call me Jerry." the captain smiled as they embraced.
     


      Fini


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