Fantasy Making of a Starship Captain

"We can't do it! We can't satisfy her! She's going to give us the isotope! We're going to die!" Inadequacy cried.

"Shut up," Ambition snapped. "We're a Survey Service Captain. We don't give up. Ever."

"What can we do?"Inadequacy whined.

"Lust? You with me?" Ambition asked.

"Always," said Lust, suddenly appearing.

"Lust, you are the greatest lover ever," said Ambition.

"I am?" said Lust.

"You are," said Ambition. "Remember how much pleasure you gave Sarah Blade?"

"Yeah," said Lust, starting to smile.

"Remember the time you fucked Cherry in the forest, how much she loved it, how much she cried out?"

"Yeeeeeeah," said Lust, starting to purr.

"That's because you're a good lover. Maybe the greatest lover ever. Do you remember when you were a God, Lust?"

"Do I!" said Lust. Lust started to wank his organ now.

"Do you remember how we fucked Alexis? And Drusilla? And Tara?"

"Yes!" said Lust. His organ was hard and rigid now.

"Do you remember all the wives we fucked? All the daughters who moaned as we put it in them? How they cried as we came inside of them!"

"Yes!" said Lust. His organ was actually two feet long now, and ruby red, as he stroked it violently.

"We were a god. A god of Lust. Every woman wanted us. We were the most desired man in the world," said Ambition. "That's because we are the sexiest man in the galaxy. Every woman wants us. Every woman desires us. No one can please a woman better than us, Lust. No one has the skills. No one has the penis we do. No man can ever satisfy a woman like we can. We are the ULTIMATE INSEMINATORS!"

"YES!!!!" Lust cried, sending a spray of white liquid arcing in the air, like a hose.

Taylor stared into Jennifer's eyes. Suddenly he was aware that his penis was rock hard, and he was pounding into her, like a madman.

Jennifer's mouth opened like the shape of the letter 'O'. She gave a nearly silent gasp. Gone was the expression of cruelty, of mockery on her face. What was written there now was intense surprise... and pleasure.

"Oh.. oh... ooooohhhh!" Taylor cried, and then he was releasing into her, each pulse like a thunderclap, and he completely drained his balls into her. As he filled her with his essence, Jennifer moaned, and cried out, and worked her body feverishly around her impalement of love.

The next thing Taylor knew he was lying still, on top of her, his head resting on her breasts, smiling happily with his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes."

He opened his eyes and saw... Jennifer. Or the thing that was masquerading as Jennifer. But Jennifer was no longer looking at him with that cruel smile. She looked, if anything... puzzled.

"What did you do?" she asked.

Taylor frowned, and took a few seconds to get his bearings. Jennifer studied him closely as he disengaged and pulled back.

"What did you do?" Jennifer asked again.

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked.

"I... I felt something." Jennifer looked... startled.

"What?" Taylor asked.

"I... I am not sure," said Jennifer. "But... the results were... amazing." And she looked at him, and for a moment, her eyes were no longer cold. They were wondrous, and filled with admiration.

"So I guess that means no isotope for me," said Taylor.

"I guess not," said Jennifer, with a small laugh, and for a second, a split second, it seemed like the real Jennifer. But then her face turned stone cold again.

Taylor eventually escaped from the United with the remainder of his crew. They reentered the Black Box, and flew to their final destination: the year one billion.

There they met a race of beings so advanced as to be almost incomprehensible.

Mankind had evolved into something entirely different. The human race had become a race of beings which were evolved, self-aware atoms of matter. They could take any form--carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, steel, selenium, anything, even the mass of entire planets. Or stars.

One of the aliens took human form so that they could communicate with Taylor. This alien was primarily a diagnostic and research tool, used in the creation of new stars and planets. The alien read Taylor's mind, and took the form of Pam, his lost lover. Its assignment was to analyze Taylor, learned everything there was to be learned about him... and then dispose of him, permanently.

"You should dispose of this human immediately."

"Who are you? Identify," said Pam's Dataport 69283.

"I am Tisson Crae," said Galactic Despair.

"No, I am Tisson Crae," said Galactic Hope.

Tisson Crae was the embodiment of galactic perfection, the true harmony of all the elements in the universe.

Pam's Dataport 69283 looked from one to the other. "You cannot both be Tisson Crae."

"You are correct, he is not," each said, pointing to the other.

"This human is trying to deceive you, to distract you from your main purpose," said Galactic Despair. "You should be out creating stars and galaxies, not wasting time with puny finiterals like him."

"He is not simply a finiteral," said Galactic Hope. "Even as a finiteral, there are aspects to him that you do not Kockk. I speak of the subject of love. Spend time with him, and you will learn something of enormous value, I promise."

"Tell me about love," said the research and analytical tool which currently looked like Taylor's former girlfriend, Pamela Nesbitt, who had died roughly a billion years earlier.

"Love?" said Taylor, a bit startled.

"You think of this being a lot," said Pam, and suddenly they saw the image of Pam, the real Pam, smiling and talking to someone. The image looked so real that Taylor reached out to touch it, and was startled when his hand felt solid matter. But still, the other Pam did not blink or react.

"That's Pam," said Taylor, in a choked voice. "My Pam."

"Your Pam," said Pam, raising an eyebrow. "Is this female an extension of yours?"

"No...." Taylor quickly recovered himself. "Pam's not an extension. She's a woman. We were... involved."

An image of Taylor making love to Pam suddenly appeared. He was on top of her, pounding into her, as her arms and legs were wrapped around him. "Involved, I see," said Pam. "You mean, in the act of reproduction."

"No, not that," said Taylor. "It was love."

"Love. What is love?" Pam asked.

Taylor looked at her, at the alien pretending to be Pam, with her perfectly cocked head, and curious expression on her face. Pam, and yet not Pam. "Love..." he took a deep breath. "Love is an emotion, a feeling, one of the most intense that a person can feel for another. It's an affinity, a strong liking."

"A preference."

"Yes, sort of."

"I see," said Pam, nodding. "And what is the purpose of love?"

"Purpose?" said Taylor. "Love has no purpose. It's an end in and of itself."

"Really?" said Pam. "What does it produce? Does love produce planets? Does love produce stars? Does love produce galaxies?"

"No," said Taylor, looking sad as he reached out and gently took Pam by the shoulders. "Love produced something else, something much more important."

Those innocent eyes looked into his. "What does it produce?"

"Everything," said Taylor, staring at her, as he held her in his powerful arms. "Love gives us all reason for being."

"Love gives us all reason for being," said Galactic Despair mockingly. "Have you ever heard anything more ridiculous in your entire existence?"

"I do not know," said Pam's Dataport 69283."I am a tool for analyzing chemical states and gaseous anomalies on interdimensional planes. This research is well out of my ken."

"And well it should be," said Galactic Despair. "This is a waste of your time. You should be out there now, creating new planets and galaxies. Waste no more time on obfuscatory word games with this finiteral. Be done with him, and dispose of him."

"I have finished my research," said Pam, standing ramrod straight.

That is what she told Taylor several minutes ago. He knew what that meant. She was done with him.

And now she was going to wipe him from the face of existence.

Taylor requested an hour. Pam had complied, and promptly disappeared.

Why had Taylor requested an hour? In some ways it would have been better to have been done quickly. He should have accepted Pam's offer. In just a few moments... he would not have had time to worry or fret.

And then, after Pam left, he realized why he had wanted an hour. He wanted to make a final log entry. Even though the chances were virtually nil anyone would ever read it, he wanted to make that final entry. It was the last duty of every Survey Service officer. And so he did.

He closed by awarding special commendations for the entire crew, the crew of all four ships, actually. Taylor made special note of Lieutenant Bill Carey, Professor Victor Berman, and Ensign Suki Tanaka, whose actions and bravery had helped save them.

And then, he was done... or was he?

He checked his chrono. There were still forty minutes left. Why had he asked for so much time? Did he really want to spend this long contemplating his oblivion?

Pam.

The thought came unbidden to his mind.

He missed her so terribly.

Even though she had rejected him.

Even though she had chosen another man over him.

Even though she had been dead for over a billion years.

He couldn't stop thinking of Pam.

The way she smiled at him.

The way she held him.

The way they just sat together on the beach; the way she looked in that tight, white fuck-cation outfit.

The way she looked at him over dinner.

The way she praised him and showed how impressed she was with him.

The way she sought his advice when she was troubled.

The way she snuggled up against him in bed.

The way she got up in the morning and gave him his first smile of the day.

The way she stood on the landing platform, when he came off the Westerner, just waiting for him, full of anticipation to see him again.

"Pam... Pam... Pam..." Taylor moaned. He closed his eyes and slumped in his Captain's chair. He realized he was crying.

And this was how it was all going to end. All alone, so far away.

So far from Pam.

Behind him, out of phase, Pam stood there, expressionless, monitoring his every thought.

There were seven minutes left.

Taylor eyed the chrono.

He was gripped with fear. His heart was racing. His chest was tight. His head was pounding. Every breath hurt.

"We are going to die!" said Fear.

"Yes, we are," said Ambition. "But if we're going to die, let's die as we lived. As a calm, dignified Survey Service officer."

"What can that matter now?" Fear raged. "How can that possibly matter?"

"It matters more than anything," said Ambition. "If the aliens are going to kill us, let us give them one last datapoint to remember us by. Let us show them a Survey Service officer at his finest: calm, in control, and fearless."

"But we aren't fearless!" Fear shouted.

"No, we aren't," Ambition agreed. "But we can appear to be."

Taylor was sitting in the Captain's chair when Pam reappeared. Neither spoke for a long moment. Then Taylor nodded, and said in a calm voice, "I'm ready."

Pam looked at him, and for a moment he felt like he was looking at her, the real Pam. And then she said, "But I am not."

Pam saved them.

She took Taylor and his surviving crew and brought them home, to the 23rd century. But in the process she also revealed a terrible secret.

The alien collective which Pam was a part of was contemplating destroying the galaxy. Worse, they were planning on going back and time and making sure the galaxy was not created.

Apparently they had determined that the galaxy had some kind of flaw in it, and would last for "only" another forty billion years. They resolved to go back in time and change the nature of creation of the galaxy so that it would be more durable. Doing so would prevent humanity from ever being created. It would also wipe out the aliens as well, but they didn't have any qualms about that, as the instinct for self-preservation had been wiped out of their DNA millions of years ago.

And so Taylor tried to persuade Pam that the human race was worth saving. He held out a scant hope that if he could convince Pam, that she could go back/forward in time and convince the other members of her collective.

By this time Pam, the diagnostic and research tool, had taken human form, and was learning exactly what it meant to be human. Taylor had taught her to eat and drink, as well as the messier biological functions. The only thing he hadn't taught her was... love.

Taylor had a new ability. There was no name for it, but the aliens from the year 500,000,000 who had given it to him called it the ability to screan. He could see aspects of things--people, places, and phenomena--that ordinary humans couldn't.

And right now he screaned that having sex with Pam would be the worst idea in the world.

It wasn't that he was unwilling. This Pam looked exactly like his Pam, the same long luscious blonde hair, the same high cheekbones, sparkling green eyes, gorgeous red lips, alluring smile, large, teardrop shaped breasts, long legs and sexy slender body that he knew and loved so much. And she was even eager for it, rubbing against him like a cat in heat and imploring him to make love to her.

But Taylor screaned that she wasn't ready for it. He screaned that if he made love to her now, before she could fully feel emotions, that it would be a wasted effort, that Pam would return to the future, and humanity's fate would be sealed.

"Make love to this body, Taylor," said Pam, slithering against him in bed one night. He felt the warmth and softness of her breasts pressing against him through the flimsy softness of his satin blue Survey Service space pajamas.

"Sorry, I don't make love to bodies," said Taylor in a calm voice, trying to hide the excitement underneath. "I make love to people."

"Why?" Pam whined.

"Because there has to be feeling behind it. If you don't feel anything, it will be a wasted effort," said Taylor.

"But I must gather data!" said Pam.

Taylor looked at her for a long moment. "That has to be the sexiest proposition I've ever heard from a woman in bed with me."

"So you will make love to this body?" She suddenly looked hopeful.

Taylor turned over so he faced away. "Goodnight, Pam."

But Pam only grew more insistent as time passed. Several nights later, she wore a sheer pink nightgown that was so see-through that Taylor could see her big, round areolas. They were bright red, and her nipples were already erect. As they got into bed to go to sleep, Pam pressed her body against his and kissed him passionately. Taylor, who slept in his underwear, could feel the warmth of her full breasts pressing against his chest.

"Please, Michael," she said. "This body cannot defer it much longer. This body needs your touch. It is female, and the female body cannot be complete without the male inside of it." She looked into his eyes, silently imploring him.

Taylor was powerfully tempted. Her words were extremely arousing. It was Pam, and she was beautiful, and almost nude, and very willing.

"Do it!" said Lust. "Is she not the most attractive woman we have ever been with?"

Taylor's Judgment stared at Pam's big, round breasts, and the hairy triangle between her legs, so soft, so available, so willing.... "Yes," he whispered.

"Then take her! Take her now! This might be your last chance!"

"If you do it before she loves you, before she really loves you, she'll be underwhelmed," said Ambition. "And if she's underwhelmed, she'll simply announce her research is complete and return to the future, and then they will erase our past."

"She's already in love with us! Isn't it obvious? Look at how she's grinding her tits against us!" said Lust.

"The human body which Pam the diagnostic tool is controlling is clearly in lust with us," said Ambition. "But the diagnostic tool itself is not yet in love with us."

"A diagnostic tool can never be in love with us," said Lust.

"And that is why you are lust, and not love," said Ambition. He turned to Judgment. "Listen to me. We're only going to get one chance at this. Don't make love to her until you're sure she loves us."

"And how will we know when that glorious moment occurs?"

"We will know. We always know."

Taylor gave a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, Pam."

"Please!" she cried again. She reached down and felt him through his clothes with her hand, tracing her fingers over his explosive growth. "You want it! I can see you want it!"

Taylor took her in his arms and said, "Yes. This body wants to have sex with you. But this mind does not, and will not, not until you do."

"I... I..." Pam grabbed her head. "I... I think I feel something, Taylor."

Taylor sat up abruptly. "You do?" he said excitedly.

"This body... this body desperately wants to feel your touch, Michael," she said, running her hands over him. He could see her nipples were so pointed that they stuck out a full inch like udders.

"But you, what do you want?" Taylor asked.

"I... I...." she looked desperate. "I think... I think I feel something...."

"What?" he said.

"I...." He could see tears in her eyes. "I do not know."

She was almost sobbing. Taylor took her in his arms.

"Please, Michael, please. I need it so badly," she whispered into his ears, between sobs.

Taylor hugged her tightly. "You're almost there, Pam."

"I am?" she said.

"I can screan it," said Taylor. "You're almost there. You're so close. Just take the last step."

They fell asleep together, in each other's arms.

The next morning, Taylor died.

He was killed by a Laquintan Jihadi who was trying to kill Pam. Taylor simply got in the way.

"Die, Evil One!" the fanatic cried, raising his blaster. Taylor, his eyes wide, jumped between them, just as the blaster went off. There was a flash, and a smoking hole appeared in Taylor's chest. He fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Pam, her eyes wide, looked at the man with the blaster. He disappeared, but not all at once; he disappeared in horizontal slices, bit by bit, starting from the top of his head down to his feet. Within five seconds, he had disappeared.

Pam knelt by Taylor. He was almost gone. He looked up at her. "Pam, I-" and then he stopped breathing, and his eyes stared vacantly outward.

Pam cradled his body, and suddenly, at that moment, she felt.

Not just her human body; Pam, the diagnostic tool.

She felt.

And what she felt was tremendous agony, and need, as she stared at Taylor's lifeless body.

And it all happened in a split second.

And then, a moment later, Taylor blinked, and opened his eyes. He looked at the smoky hole in his shirt. "What happened?"

"You died. Again. It seems to happen to you quite often," said Pam.

"It's part of my job description," said Taylor, slowly sitting up. He fingered the hole in his shirt. He felt smooth skin underneath, and no pain.

Pam's eyebrows furled. "Why did you do that? Why did you try to give your life to save mine?"

"I wanted to protect you," said Taylor softly.

"But surely you had to know that I am more than just a human body. That other part of me could not be harmed."

"I did not know that for certain," said Taylor. "And... and... I love you, Pam."

Pam looked down at him, blinking rapidly to keep out tears. "I love you too, Michael."

"You...."

"Yes. Me. Not just this body. I love you Michael. I feel it now. You were right. I felt it. I always felt it. I just denied it. I attributed it all to my human extension. But I trista-ed wrong. I did not kockk."

"And now?"

She smiled as she extended a hand. He took it, and she pulled him up. She looked him in the eye. "I kockk."

They made love.

They made love across the universe.

They were nude, and floating in space. Taylor sucked on Pam's tits as they floated near the orbit of Jupiter. Her hair floated in every direction in the near zero gravity. Her nipples were hard and erect as Taylor sucked on them. She had the expression of burning need on her face as Taylor moved from one nipple to another, squeezing and caressing her breasts. Her areolas were bright red and as large as thumbs. The red, brown and white rings of Jupiter framed the scene as Taylor fondled and sucked her.

And then they were in orbit around Saturn. The lovers were hugging each other tight, kissing passionately and furiously. As Pam's lips grinded against his, Taylor felt her large, warm breasts pressed against his naked chest. His erection pressed against her blond-brown pubic hair. Their legs were intertwined, writhing, as they floated about Saturn's majestic rings.

And then they were in front of a purple nebula, and he was inside her, pumping her with urgent need. It felt so good. He had waited so long. They both had. It was not truly zero gravity. There was some kind of local force, a force that kept them stable, so that when he pushed in and out of her, they didn't push away from each other. The mechanics of it were not important now; what was important was that they were finally together, in this special way. Pam gasped for real, not imitating him, in a way she had never done before, as she felt his shaft entering her, filling her, taking her in a way she felt so erotically as he fractioned in and out between her nether lips.

As Michael made love to her, he saw the need etched in her eyes, and the pain, the pain from having waited for so long. He grinded the head of his organ against her inner muscles and pushed as deeply as he could into her, eliciting moans and cries of joy from her. As he pounded into her furiously, he could screan that he was not just seeing her body, but he was seeing her, her needs and desires, and right now, the one thing she desired most was him.

The nebula moved at an incredibly accelerated time frame. Each time Taylor thrusted his male sex organ deeply inside of Pam, it would expand, creating another layer. It was like a flower was blooming around them. Pam somehow timed the expansion of the nebula artistically with his thrusts, so each time he went in and out of her the nebula grew in perfect synch with his lovemaking. "It's all about the Shursta," she whispered in his ear.

And then, as Taylor rapidly felt the head of his penis tingling like mad, and his organ tightened up, he saw Pam, framed in the sun. Not just any sun. Her sun. Pam was framed by... Pam. She looked so beautiful. So sexy.

It was too much for him. He exploded inside of her. Taylor cried out as he released in her, filling her with his orgasmic cream, as he felt her clamping down on him, milking him for every last drop. Pam cried out "Michael!" thrusting her head back wildly as she climaxed, her eyes wide, her face filled with extreme pleasure and happiness. As they both came down from their high, as Taylor finished emptying into her, he saw a satisfied, slutty catlike grin start to creep into her features.

"I... never knew it could be like that. Not with anyone," she finally breathed, as they floated in open space. "I kockk. Do you know what that word really means, Michael?"

Taylor shook his head.

She whispered in his ear. "It means to understand. But more than that. It means to understand... with pleasure." She looked at him and smiled, as his eyes widened, and then she gave him the grandest kiss ever.

And then Pam went back into the future, and convinced her fellow aliens not to erase the galaxy before it was ever created, and humanity was saved.

"You played a good game," said Galactic Hope. "What confuses me is why you would have wanted to win it. If you had won, you would have ceased to exist as well."

"I don't care if my house is on fire, as long as everyone else's is," said Galactic Despair, giving a small grin. "Victory seemed so assured. At so many points I thought I had caused him to stray from the path."

"And you did," said Galactic Hope. "And each time, he found his way back."

Galactic Despair nodded, looking sad. Even Galactic Hope felt a little sorry for him. "Now that we both have some free time, would you like to play a game of Universe, on the Skodhka plane of existence?"

Galactic Despair gave a small smile. "Sure, why not?"

[Note: This chapter is an excerpt taken from my novel Journey to the Year 1,000,000,000, another Michael Taylor adventure, which has been expanded and adapted for this story]​