Misc. Erotica The Problem With Immortality

"I already have a lady," said Tiberius.

"You do?" said Jennifer, sounding disappointed.

"This ship," said Tiberius, stretching his arms theatrically. "This is my lady."

"But surely, you must notice other women," said Jennifer.

Tiberius paused, and smiled at her. "If they're pretty enough," he said, cockily.

Anson, who had been listening to this exchange, felt like stepping into the Ion Drive chamber and disintegrating himself. Jennifer was openly flirting with Tiberius, who was quite obviously an experienced ladies' man. But Jennifer didn't seem to see that. All she saw was his good looks, and his charming smile. What had happened to her sense of judgment?

Something was wrong with this ship.

Anson said as much to Jessica that night after dinner.

"None of this feels real," said Anson.

"How should it feel?" Jessica asked, looking at herself in a holographic mirror.

"Not like this," said Anson.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out and ruin things," said Jessica, petting her hair.

"Ruin things?"

"You always look to find something wrong," said Jessica. "Whether it's Death Incorporated, or the Pyramids of Amadiroland, or the Monastery of Schlong Aus, you always have to find a way to ruin everything. I still don't know what was wrong with Schlong Aus."

"Bonaa entha vaag-naa," she sang to herself, unaware she was even saying it as she admired her figure in the holomirror. She turned to Anson. "How do I look?" she asked brightly.

"As beautiful as ever. Why?"

"Lieutenant Jioto promised me a tour of the arboretum at 1800," Jessica grinned, twirling around.

"Good luck," said Anson. "If his penis is anything like the size of his blaster, I predict a happy future for the two of you."

"Jealous," said Jessica, making a face. "He's really quite dashing. Do you know that security guards have a very low survival rate on this ship?"

"They do?"

"Patrick was telling me. It seems on nearly every trip a security guard dies, usually while exploring a planet."

"How do they get killed?"

"In so many ways! They get burned by lightning, turned into foam cubes and crushed, get acidified by rock creatures, have their blood drained by honey clouds, or sucked by salt monsters, or-"

"It sounds like we're on a very perilous trip. I hope I don't get my blood drained by a honey cloud or a salt monster," said Anson.

"Oh, not to worry," said Jessica, as she checked her hair in the holographic mirror. "Patrick says no guest has ever been harmed."

"How reassuring."

She turned to him and spun in a circle. "How do I look?"

"You already asked that."

"A girl always likes to hear it again," said Jessica.

"Vain girls do," said Anson

"You're just jealous because I have a date with Patrick."

"Guilty as charged," Anson smiled, and Jessica felt better.

She palmed the door switch, and the door opened with the characteristic sharp swishing sound of every door on this ship.

Jessica gave him a sly smile and raised the heel of her black booted feet from behind in a very sexy way. "Don't wait up for me."

"I won't," Anson promised.

Later that evening, after the guests had gone to their quarters for the night, the officers were recreating in the Officer's Lounge. Lieutenant Jioto casually entered, after entering the number combination on the doorlock.

"Well, look who's arrived with a great, big pussyeating grin!" said Chief Engineer Endinburg. He had totally lost his Irish accent.

"Did you score with her?" Ensign Gorsky asked. He, too, had totally lost his Russian accent.

"A gentleman never tells," said Jioto, flopping into a soft chair.

"Are you playing the part of one of those too?" asked Lieutenant Uahu. "I saw that girl, Jessica. I think she would lift her miniskirt for the Ion Drive if it came with a six inch attachment."

"Jessica is rather... accessible," Jioto admitted, with a grin.

"First score?" said Gorsky.

Jioto nodded. "A lovely girl, really." And then, "Pay up, everyone."

Everyone raised their datapad and spoke into it, saying the same thing. "Deposit 25 credits in Patrick Jioto's account."

"First blood is yours," said Zulu admiringly. "That's smooth operating. Usually the Captain scores first."

"No fair, you had a real slut," said Captain Tiberius.

"Carping won't help," said Lieutenant Jioto.

"I may not be first, but I'm worth the wait," Captain Tiberius declared.

"I saw the way you had Jennifer eating out of your palm," said Chief Edinburg admiringly. "She is one hot woman! I have to wonder how such a sexy babe can be single on a trip like this."

"She looks like a man-eater," Dr. McCallister declared. "I don't think any one man can satisfy her."

"I think I may know one man who can," said Captain Tiberius, quite cockily.

Edinburg made a face. "Why do you always get the prettiest ones?"

"Because I'm the Captain," said Tiberius.

"And why do I never get to be the Captain?" Dr. McCallister asked.

"There are certain... physical requirements you don't meet, Doctor," said Tiberius.

"But I've been nearly everyone else. Chief Engineer, Navigator, Security Guard-"

"You'd have to take it up with our employers."

"What about you, Sammock? Any desire to be Captain?" Zulu asked.

"No," said Sammock. "Slow and steady wins the race."

"I saw the way you had those women glued to you. They simply love that 'I'm a hard man, but secretly vulnerable inside' act," said Gorsky admiringly.

"I think Marsha Moore will be mine," said Sammock smugly.

"That sexy babe? She's mine, Sammock!" said Chief Edinburg.

"We'll see," said Sammock.

"You're both going to have to hurry if either of you are to have her," said Captain Tiberius. "We're coming up on Fuck Town in six days. If you haven't scored by then, you never will."

Dr. McCallister slammed his hand down on a countertop. "Why did they schedule Fuck Town so early for this trip, again?"

"It's popular with the guests," said Tiberius. "It's all those luscious blonde fuckbots. They want the guests to be happy."

"But that doesn't make me happy," said McCallister. "That means I have less than five days to work on Janet King."

"Not feeling up to the challenge, Julian?" Zulu asked.

"Not with her husband constantly in tow."

"Perhaps I can help you there," Mr. Zulu grinned.

"I don't think he goes that way," said Dr. McCallister.

"You're not the only one who enjoys a challenge," said Mr. Zulu.

Two days later the USS Yorktown came to Gamma Hydra IV.

It was a gas giant, with ringed layers. Many ringed layers. Each one was a brilliant color--green, gold, yellow, blue, violet, purple, peach, and more. As they intersected each other, the colors seemed to weave and twist. When the light of the sun hit them, they positively shined.

"Incredible," said Jennifer, watching the image on the viewscreen.

Captain Tiberius was looking at something incredible as well; he was eyeing Jennifer's long legs and shapely thighs. The Spacefleet standard issue miniskirt didn't leave much to the imagination. Her legs, encased in transparent pantyhose as tight as a sausage casing, and tipped with those long black boots, looked incredibly sexy. And the top half wasn't shabby either. Jennifer's bosom stuck out of the tight outfit, making Captain Tiberius indecisive about which half he liked staring at more.

The Captain casually got up from his command chair and strutted over to Jennifer, like a peacock claiming his mate. Everything about Tiberius screamed dominance; his hair, which arced perfectly over his forehead, his posture, with his chest thrust forward; and the way he swaggered as he walked, leading with his broad shoulders.

He went and stood behind Jennifer, gently putting hands her shoulders and he whispered in her ear. "Enjoying the view, Yeoman?"

Jennifer turned and smiled. "Very much."

"So am I," said Captain Tiberius. "We are the first human beings to see this amazing sight." His hand on her shoulder started to roam slightly.

At that moment, Anson, at Science Station 2, found himself restraining an incredibly anti-social impulse. He wanted to race over to the other side of the bridge and punch Captain Tiberius in the head. Then, when the Captain went down, he would pin Jennifer to a bulkhead, lift the flimsy flap of her miniskirt, and bang her furiously, in front of the crew. Anson would pump in and out of her aggressively, not knowing or caring what anyone else watching said or thought, as he thrusted wildly under her little flap of a miniskirt. Jennifer might complain at first, but in moments her protests would turn to moans and he would have her gasping and coming in front of the entire bridge crew. The way she looked in that blue miniskirt, with her shapely thighs and the hints of the bottoms of her ass cheeks peeking out from below, was pure torture for Anson. And watching Captain Tiberius enjoy himself with the delectable morsel that used to be his only poured salt into a huge, gaping wound.

Suddenly, reality intervened.

"Captain, I'm getting some unusual sensor readings from that planetary body," said Sammock, staring into his blue scanner box. "The rings... they're made of organic material."

"Sammock... they're alive?" said Tiberius dramatically, accentuating every word.

"Affirmative," said Sammock.

"We've made history," said Tiberius, thrusting his chest forward. "This may be the one of the greatest discoveries in Spacefleet history! Our names will all be recorded in the history texts."

Everyone gasped. They turned and watched the beautiful, amazing form of life on the viewscreen. They stood there for several minutes, watching the rings weave in and out of each other, as if they were sentient beings, alive. The colors mixed and shifted. It was a tremendous sight. Everyone was in awe.

Except Anson. He was believing nothing of what he was seeing. The ship had set a course to a solar system, apparently at random, and on its very first stop had encountered a spectacular new form of life. How likely was that?

"We'll have to name them, you know," said Tiberius, whispering in Jennifer's ear as he put a hand experimentally around her waist.

"What?"

"The living rings," said Tiberius, letting his hand creep, just a bit. "We'll have to name them. As the people who discovered them, we have the right to name them." He paused and looked into her eyes. "I think we should call the gold ones Jennifer."

Jennifer turned and blushed, and then blushed an even deeper shade when she saw how Tiberius was smiling at her.

"Aye," said Chief Edinburg. "And I think we should name the silver rings after Marsha."

"Oh, you wouldn't!" said Marsha Moore, an embarrassed smile on her face.

"Why not?" said Dr. McCallister. "And we can call the violet ones the Janet Rings."

And now it was Janet King's turn to blush.

Anson saw what was going on here. This was not exploration. This was seduction. The girls were tittering. Their husbands looked a little annoyed, as if they were being cuckolded, and only now started to realize it.

And as for Jennifer... he saw how Captain Tiberius was already getting his hooks into her. And there was nothing he could do about it. She hated him so much she wouldn't even talk to him.

But he had left her.

He had left her, and that had been a mistake. The biggest mistake of his entire life.

Anson finally admitted it to himself now. The feelings he had had the day he had left her, the feelings of weariness after 311 years of marriage, had, over the past nine months, gradually dissipated and been replaced with something else.

Need.

And not just a need for any woman.

A need for Jennifer. He realized at that moment that he had thrown away the only thing that he had ever loved.

Anson looked at her, and saw her smiling as Captain Tiberius wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. It broke his heart.

They celebrated their intrepid discovery of a new form of life over dinner.

Captain Tiberius decided this called for something special: a musical performance!

Mr. Sammock was the center of attention, in the mess hall, playing some kind of instrument, like a guitar, only it was rectangular shaped, and when he plucked the strings, it sounded like an organ. Meanwhile Lieutenant Uahu played something that looked like a bicycle wheel, with strings for spokes. When she plucked the strings it sounded much like an electrical guitar, though no power connection could be seen.

Sammock played dispassionately, but the melody of his instrument was soft and dreamy. Uahu's instrument was more brash and plucky. Chief Edinburg had his arm around Marsha Moore, and Anson saw his hands working towards her breasts. Every time he touched them she smiled and shifted away to avoid his touch, but each time he tried again, Marsha let him do it a little longer before resisting, and soon she was openly smiling as he fondled her breasts through her skimpy excuse of a uniform that seemed to have been designed more for titillating and fucking than exploring and surveying.

Dr. McCallister was having equally good luck with Janet King. He was sitting next to her and whispering things in her ears that made her laugh. Gradually whispering turned to fondling, and soon he was making a trail of kisses around her neck that made her gasp.

And where were their husbands while this was going on? Coincidentally, they were performing "special duty" on the bridge, under the command of Mr. Zulu. Leonard King and Walter Moore considered it an honor to handle a shift of bridge duty. Perhaps they would have felt a little less honored if they saw what the bridge crew was doing to their wives.

Anson saw Jessica flirting with Jioto, the redshirted security guard. When he had asked her how their first date had gone, Jessica had rolled her eyes and given an orgasmic growl. If things worked out between them, the two of them could build a relationship that could last days, perhaps even a week.

But mostly Anson had eyes for Jennifer. Jennifer was laughing hysterically to something that Captain Tiberius was saying. And then he smiled and whispered something in her ear, and she nodded vigorously, and they both left, hand in hand.

Anson had no business following them, but his body felt like it was under someone else's control. He stayed some distance behind them, and then saw them go into the ship's arboretum. Anson strayed outside the door for a long while, wondering what to do. Then he heard the sounds of Jennifer's girlish laughter, and he couldn't resist. He entered the room.

The arboretum was filled with all sorts of exotic plants. It gave Anson some cover, and at first they didn't see him. But he saw them.

Jennifer was in the Captain's arms.

"And then I got bitten by a Jugatu," said Tiberius.

"A Jugatu?"

"It looks like a giant white ape, with a horn on top. Five inch fangs. Very poisonous."

"Jason, what happened?" Jennifer asked.

Jason. They were on a first name basis now.

"I was taken to a local priestess, and she mixed a potion which neutralized the poison," said Tiberius. "But unfortunately she also cried into my wound. And it was well known that the tears of a priestess were a strong potion of love."

Something odd was stimulated in Anson's memories.

A horned white ape. Tears that were a love potion. This was so... familiar! Where had he heard of these things before?

"A potion of love," said Jennifer, looking into his eyes. "So, did you fall in love with her?"

"Helplessly," said Tiberius, matching her gaze intently as he pulled her towards him more tightly. "She was gorgeous."

"Was she?" Jennifer whispered.

"She was," said Tiberius, moving his mouth towards her. "She had gorgeous brown hair, and the most adorable blue eyes." Like Jennifer. The Captain's mouth moved closer to her lips... closer... closer... closer... and Jennifer helpfully angled her head upwards, getting ready to meet him-

And then Anson leaned against one of the plants, what he thought was one of the plants, and the plant, which looked like a man's arm wearing a mitten, screamed.

Tiberius and Jennifer, startled, both looked up and saw Anson at exactly the same time.

"Oh no. Not again! Not AGAIN!" Jennifer cried. "What the FUCK are you doing here, Anson? Wait, don't tell me! It's more research for your client."

"Do you two know each other?" Tiberius asked.

"Know each other?" Jennifer barely restrained a bitter laugh. "Jason, meet my husband, Anson."

"Your husband?" said Tiberius, sounding confused.

"My ex-husband. Except my ex won't seem to give up. He follows me around the globe, wherever I go. The cliffs of Dover. A bayou in Louisiana. A circus in Kansas City. And now here."

"Why?" Tiberius asked.

"I ask myself the same question," said Jennifer, glaring at Anson. "I think the only answer is that while he doesn't want to be married to me, he does want to watch," said Jennifer.

"To watch?"

"Sure, that's why you're here, isn't it, Anson? To watch. You're always watching. Your eyes have been glued to me every since you came aboard," said Jennifer. Anson found he couldn't speak. "Well, if you've come to watch, let's at least give you a good show." And she turned to the Captain. "Kiss me. Kiss me hard. Make me yours, Jason."

Tiberius, sensing the awkwardness of this, looked at Anson, and gave an irritating "When in Rome, do as Romans do" shrug, and then took Jennifer in his arms, and gave her a strong kiss.

Suddenly the image of Jennifer grew clouded, as if he were looking at her through a foggy lens, as tears flooded his eyes. Anson, holding back a sob, fled the arboretum, to the sounds of caustic feminine laughter. He went back to his quarters and sat in bed, rocking back and forth, with his hands wrapped around his knees.

"So how was she?" everyone wanted to know, when Captain Tiberius came into the officer's rec room later that night.

"Who says I slept with her?" Tiberius asked.

"How was she?" Ensign Gorsky asked again.

Captain Tiberius grinned. "She has one hot body. Tits, ass, everything. She's the best I've had in a long time. And a screamer! That part was the most surprising. And you know what--Ford, the Fixer--he's her ex-husband! He caught us in the arboretum. And she goaded him! Jennifer has a real hate-on for him. It made the sex extra special. I could feel her anger, as I was riding her."

"You weren't the only one who had a good ride tonight," said Chief Edinburg.

"Ah, so you sampled the lovely Marsha!" said Tiberius.

"Yes," said Edinburg, grinning from ear to ear. "I took her back to my quarters. She kept protesting, 'But I'm married! My husband is on the bridge! What if he finds out?'"

"And what did you tell her?"

"That Spacefleet was not just about exploration of space. That it was also an exploration of feelings.""

They all laughed. "Good one, I'll have to remember that!" said Ensign Gorsky.
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