The Adventures of Dick & Fifi Part VII

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    "That wasn't so hard," breathed Smallshaft.

    "Well I thought it was pretty hard Commander," giggled LaRue into Dick's neck.  "Smallshaft doesn't really fit you Dick, very misleading you know, I was not at all prepared for the..., the substantitive proportions of your, your rocket."  She giggled again.

    "Names can be misleading Captain."  Dick was having a bit of a problem, if LaRue continued to nuzzle his neck, the small force of her movements was going to continue to drive his head into the bulkhead, not only would the top of his head get quite bruised, he would get another headache.  However to relieve the constant banging would require him to take an arm from around LaRue and apply an opposing force with his arm at the bulkhead.  The problem with this was that as soon as Fifi was not firmly in his grasp she would begin squirming with some enthusiasm, which resulted in the two of them careening about his quarters, obtaining multiple contusions in the process.  As pleasurable as the past hour and a half had been Smallshaft was not looking forward to the bruises that would be flowering over both their bodies in the next 48 hours.

    "Dickey?  Must you hold me so firmly?  I can barely move," pouted Fifi.

    "First of all Captain LaRue, don't cal me 'Dickey', that is a direct order.  And, yes I must hold you this firmly as in our exuberance it seems that we have drifted into most all the hard objects in the room and I for one am going to be pretty sore.  If I let you go do you promise to..."

    "Oooh Dickey, I know a hard object I would like to drift onto, again."  She pulled back from him as far as she could and slowly smiled at him, her eyelids heavy.  "If I had you in my dungeon at home there would be no drifting, but I can also promise that you would be begging for more."

    "Don't call me Dickey, and yes I am quite sure that is roughly how it would work out, somebody would be begging."

    When Fifi was forming her response, Smallshaft released her and softly pushed them apart, both gently colliding with opposite bulkheads.  Before he could congratulate himself on their separation he observed her pushing off the opposite bulkhead and shooting directly toward him with a crazed gleam in her green eyes.  Thinking quickly and coming to a conclusion he knew he would eventually regret, he gently drifted to the side and watched as Captain Fifi LaRue of P.I.S.S. came hurtling across the room and hit the bulkhead head first, the rest of her delightful body compressing and then expanding like an accordion.  If he had been sure she was unconscious he would have laughed, instead he collected her dazed form and hit the button to slide his door open.

    Waiting on the other side of course was Peeps.  "Commander Smallshaft I really must protest this compl... what have you done to her?  Wait she isn't, she isn't, wearing anything," he gasped as one eye bugged from his toupee-less head and the other erratically wandered about the corridor before settling on LaRue's breasts floating enticingly in the gravity free environment.  Beads of perspiration burst out on his brow, almost instantaneously Peeps doubled over and said, "Uh, excuse me I need to go and, well I have to...  Where are my quarters to be, I need to get to them."

    Dick looked at the little man, "Any that aren't occupied Peeps."  He watched as Dr. Vatchmann pulled himself away.  "Be careful Peeps, remember for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, Newton's third law."  He turned muttering to himself, "You might want to consider his second law also," LaRue still under his arm.  Great, Dick thought, I'm spending the next 24 days with a guy that should be blind, or at least going blind, and an oversexed mission mate that has her very own personal dungeon.

    Before Smallshaft could get LaRue to her quarters a klaxon started wailing and the ships computer, Bambi (Bytes And More Bytes Inc.), sensuously called him to the bridge.  "Oh crap," Smallshaft muttered to himself as he quickly hauled the limp form of LaRue and himself towards the bridge, "this can't be good."

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