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.Tiny Little SHADO Figure	By : keithcompany Category: S through Z > UFO Views: 1539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Good point," he said thoughtfully. "I suppose I'll have to inspect you, too. For verisimilitude."
"Hang on," she protested, though inside she felt more than a little bit of a thrill at the idea. "You got naked for the shower. I just managed to efficiently add a task to the operation. If I don't get a shower, I'm not getting naked."
And since the collar would not close around her neck, she couldn't use it. Not without breathing water.
"Alright." He sounded way too confident as he broke the seal and stowed his shower, she thought.
Once he was dressed in a clean uniform, he sat down and took a mental inventory. "Well, first, we need to clean your uniform. Not much good taking a shower and then wearing that sweaty thing."
"I don't like my uniform's chances in your laundry unit," she said.
"Yeah, space-hot-pants aren't a setting on the control," he murmured.
"It's a uniform! Designed by some of the best minds in the military!"
"I love the way shrunken people say 'milli-tree," he said with a smile. What I can do is put it inside a sock, tie the sock shut. It'll be fine."
"Maybe," she admitted.
He took up an empty sample case and removed the lid. "What if I cut a hole your head will fit through, then seal it with something? Then you splash around in a half-case of water."
"A bath? On the Moon? That'd be a first," she replied. Her voice went on discussing technical details. Her mind was locked on the idea of being naked, in a clear plastic jar, in his grip.
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She watched him seal the sock and slide it into the laundry slot. She didn't know what to do with her hands. Commander of Moon Base worked in close quarters with everyone assigned to the base.
Privacy was at a premium in space, modesty a sign of someone with hang-ups.
But Thomas wasn't a colleague. He had limited experience in space with other people. She wasn't sure if he'd interpret her candor as a come-on. But he would probably interpret shyness as playing coy.
He lifted the holed sample case lid and slid plastic tubing through the smaller hole. Then he held it about five inches off the table.
She ducked under, wrapping the rubber lining material like a stole around her shoulders. Then she wedged it into the opening.
It wasn't airtight, but it would keep the water splashing down. Thomas cupped her in his hand and lifted her and her collar to the case. She stepped down off his fingertips, turning in a circle as he closed the lid.
Then he opened a valve to let warm water through the tube. It filled rapidly. He let it rise to her shoulders.
"Oh, that's lovely!" she cooed. There was seldom enough free water to fill a bathtub on the Moon. And to do so would require everyone drinking her bathwater for two days, until the stills could catch up.
She unwrapped the plastic sealant and the dollop of soap inside. Washing herself was an odd exercise. She couldn't see anything below her chin.
But she saw his smile as he watched her scrub every inch. When she was done, he used a suction hose to empty the bath, then refilled it with warm water to rinse. She went slowly, knowing he saw each move.
"Did I miss a spot?" she asked.
"No," he breathed. "No, that was perfect."
He drained once more, then disassembled the bath. She jumped up as he wrapped her in a clean sock to dry off the last little bit.
She stayed in the sock as they waited for her uniform. He went about stowing everything for travel.
Astronauts in zero G make sailors look like slobs. Anything loose can and will move, and not predictably.
In microgravity, objects left unattended may float where you left them, or they may take off. Any direction is possible. Through the ages, astronauts have reported the utter and mysterious disappearance of pens, tools, food and test equipment.
They swear they looked everywhere, but the human mind expects things to fall, not to wiggle through cable runs overhead.
So everything was placed where it belonged. Checked, double checked and checked once more. She helped where she could.
Finally, the proximity alarm went off. "That's our ride," he said. He latched himself into the crash seat. She donned her helmet. There was no air to speak of in the tanks, but it offered the only concussion protection for her head.
He slid her into his chest pocket and slid the seal most of the way shut.
Then they waited. The computer would take charge of liftoff, based on the asteroid's impact.
"Ten," he said.
"Or so," she pointed out.
"Nine...Ish," he replied.
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After the waiting and the uncertainty, the launch caught them both by surprise. The computer conducted an electronic launch based on the position of the asteroid.
They suddenly felt the acceleration of the lift. Gay let out a tiny yip of surprise. Thomas let out a tiny shriek.
Once the argument about whose response was the 'girly' one was over, they had little else to do for the next three days.
All the software on Thomas' computer was either mission related or some form of solitaire. They tried taking turns at the games, but Gay couldn't easily work the keyboard. Pushing a button would launch her into the air. The microgravity of the ship's thrust wouldn't keep her on the surface.
And it was more than a little aggravating, telling the giant to put the red queen on the black king, no, the other black king, because I want to, I want to leave that one free, I don't care what you think the best strategy is, well, I didn't ask you did I?
Six hours into the flight, the engines cut off and they coasted along with the lunar debris. They were in free-fall. Gay couldn't even work the touch-screen without tumbling through the air.
Thomas gazed at her with a sudden glint in his eyes.
"What?" she asked.
"Wrap a string around your waist," he mused. "And around my finger. Make a yo-yo."
"I'd throw up," she pointed out.
"True. But I think I'd really enjoy seeing your breasts under centrifugal force."
"Hey!" she protested.
"Standing up, sticking out at attention."
"You've seen them," she pointed out. "Do I really need artificial attention through acceleration and inertia?"
"Well, no." She kicked off the bulkhead and floated across towards his face. He watched as she closed on his forehead.
She held herself there, her breasts jutting into his line of sight. "Or do you get a kick out of tying girls up?"
"No, Gay. But... Well."
"Ask," she said softly.
"Gay, can I see your breasts?"
"You show me yours, I'll show you mine," she said.
It took longer to get naked than normal for a couple. Through history, people undressing for each other have typically not had to worry about bouncing off the ceiling.
Or had to stop and stow their boots securely so they wouldn't foul the ventilation or just disappear.
But eventually, a naked astronaut floated in the vicinity of his bunk, with a naked astronaut floating in the vicinity of his face.
He started to twist the thermal sheet around them both. "Hold on!" Gay interrupted. He paused. "Give me your hand!"
Thomas blinked but extended his free hand to where she floated. She grabbed on finger, smiled, then flung herself from him, twisting, spinning as rapidly as she could.
He laughed to see her breasts wobble from the movement. Then he closed them both inside his fabric envelope.
The bedsheet fit tight around them. It had a little give, but it was supposed to hold the astronaut against his mattress during sleep cycles.
It was a little loose around his head and shoulders, to avoid claustrophobic nightmares. The result was like a little pup tent. One that held Ellis to Thomas' face, without her having to claw his face.
She drifted up to his cheek as he secured the bed. Her little tongue and lips delivered a string of French kisses from his cheekbone to the edge of his mouth.
Then she nibbled a line to the middle of his lips. Her slow progress was maddening. A little touch, then she'd push away and slide to a new place. Another little touch, lick or kiss, then push and move.
He raised one finger to gently turn her around. She ended up with her knees braced on his temples, breasts squeezing his nose and kissing him still.
She giggled as he blinked rapidly, delivering butterfly kisses on her belly.
Then she pushed off again and seemed to float across his face. Eyes wide, he watched her sex go by, licking along her torso as he did.
She wasn't going to stop when his tongue licked her pussy, but he drew his breath in sharply.
The suction drew her back to his mouth, his lips a saddle. One with an invasive, squirmy saddle horn. She arched her back against the fabric to drive herself into the touch.
Her hands clutched at the sheet but couldn't get a handhold. Then she felt a touch on her shoulder. His fingers were there. She placed her hands against his thumb and he pinched down, holding her gently in place.
He played and explored, tasting and touching, pushing into her as far as he dared. She groaned, hissing and arching her back like a cat. Everything that slid against his lips became an erogenous zone. Her knees squeezed, pursing his lips, which covered more surface area.
"Oh, oh, oh," she yipped. And because she was as competitive as any astronaut, she then yanked her hands free and twisted off his face. She crawled down his chest.
She'd get him off first, or her name wasn't Lieutenant Ellis.
To make way, she burrowed her head along his skin, licking as she went. Then pushed herself up against the sheet and swept hands and knees forward. Then repeated the burrowing lick.
His skin was tantalizing, in taste and texture. Smooth, but with an odd sort of distant scaliness. Soft, but the hairs felt like fishing line. And warm, wonderfully warm.
She started to reach a thicket of hair and slowed. Raising the sheet allowed his erection to come to full mast.
Gay curled around it, laying on her side over his belly. She twisted and stretched to run her breasts along his side, pushing with her knees to drive it against them.
Her hands were free tickle his helmet, dipping gently into his come-hole. The fluid welling there oozed to cover her hands like a thick, soapy glove. She smeared it over her boobs and knees, then twisted and squeezed some more.
He arched his back, then straightened. The motion moved her up and down the pole like a flag on a mast. She grabbed her knees and slid, squeezing harder on the downstrokes, loosening on the up.
His breathing sped up. She felt the sheet tighten as his hands tried to twist in it.
Then she let go, drifting a short distance from him, touching nothing.
"AW!" he protested.
"Licking!" she shouted...then touched one fingernail against the center of the top of his dick.
He shouted and came. She held one hand over the opening, so the sperm wouldn't strike the absorbent cloth and disappear.
The spray formed into spheres and drifted down to his thighs. When he was finally spent, it looked like opaque soap bubbles clinging to hairs.
She slid around his crotch and touched one. It flowed over her hand. She gathered up as many as she could, looking like a cartoon character with an oversized hand.
Carefully, Ellis crawled back up his chest, holding the engloved hand away from all surfaces.
He was staring as she finally became visible.
"This is you," she said, then rubbed his come over her breasts. Over and under, around and around, down to lubricate one finger she dipped inside herself, then back to cover everything from shoulder to knee.
"Oh, my god," he moaned.
She pushed down to his chest, intending to slither up to his neck and give him a tiny hickey.
But she'd drifted around as she rubbed. When she came down on him, his very firm nipple stroked her hot, slick thigh.
She automatically pushed herself to center it under her pussy. It rubbed along her thigh, then poked into her with a sudden pop.
She popped as well. Her tiny voice shrieked and shuddered, bouncing herself up into the air.
Thomas grabbed her and pushed her back into place. And held her there through the next two orgasms.
"Gotcha," he said softly. "You got me first, but I got second, third AND fourth place."
"Dammit," she sighed, but not angrily.

They cuddled and kissed. She crawled up to his face to kiss him, nibbling on his lips.
She braced her elbows against his chin and gazed into his eyes. "Well. We'd probably better not put that in the report."
"What report?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" She smiled and played a fingertip around his cheek. "When they crack the hatch, and you come back from the moon with a girlfriend, they're going to ask questions.
"We'll have to tell them what happened." She made a point of glancing down along his torso. "Most...of what happened."
"Girlfriend?" He laughed. "I'm not introducing anyone to you. You're spending the Recovery in my kit bag."
"What?!" she shrieked, rising up on her knees. He gagged a bit as she cut off his air. "Oh." She relaxed, spreading her legs wide to take the weight off his airway. "I did say it was secret. So. You smuggle me onto Earth through whatever downchecks Vector Air has.
"Then I contact...my superiors. You get debriefed, I get transferred to one of the top science research facilities on the planet. And we're all happy."
She leaned down to kiss his nose, brushing her breasts across his lips. He turned his head slightly to suck on one, then the other.
"Mmmmm," he murmured. "But no. If I tell anyone about you, I can't do this anymore." He lapped at her chest, belly, urging her up off his throat to reach her pussy.
"Nnnnnno," she whimpered. "I'm a little tender, there." She twisted away from his tongue. He grabbed her and held her in place.
"Don't care," he said. "You taste so...tasty."
"Wait! No! STOP!" she shouted. "I can't... Hey! Did you say you weren't telling anyone about me? EVER?"
"Never," he said. "I never thought I'd find a lover I can keep in an aquarium. All to myself. No cheating, unless I do it. No nagging, unless I feel like listening, no-ACK!"
She snap-kicked her feet into his carotid and jugular. He should have collapsed. But blood vessels double in size in zero-gee, and the pressure sensors didn't react as predicted.
He grabbed her around one leg and then pinned her against the sheet. She fought, but couldn't get leverage as he opened a cabinet.
She had a moment to see him open another sample case, then he thrust her in and clamped it shut. She beat on the Plexiglas but he just smiled and shut the cabinet.
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She was released a couple of times during the transit. All at his leisure. There were no baths and no views of his shower. She got wiped down twice, right after he came.
He didn't return the favor. Right then, in her mood, he calculated that her chances for experiencing orgasm were between zero and negative zero.
The ship slipped into a high Earth orbit exactly as scheduled. The experimental Vector refueling ship was where it was supposed to be.
Thomas monitored the computer as it automatically slipped the probe inside the empty fuel reserve.
The tail section was just passing his window when he took his ditty bag out of the personal locker. A t-shirt would be enough for her comfort. Now to get the VA-Adhesive and restrain her. And gag that pert little mouth, he thought with a smile.
He opened the cabinet to find Gay crouched in her sample case. She looked different.
"Time to pack for home," he said. He popped the lid. It spun through the air as if it had been under pressure. Gay stood up in the sample case.
"Gay... Are you getting...bigger?" he asked.
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Ronald Vector waited in the cockpit jump seat. The probe was back and there weren't military jets on their ass. It looked like the gamble had won. He could hardly wait for the pay-off.
The crew reported full docking. "Take her home," he ordered. He walked quickly back to the umbilical and cracked the hatch.
There was a brief impression of boobs and hair before everything went dark.
A naked and extremely pissed Moon Base Commander stepped over the crumpled figure of whoever had been in her way. There was no way to go right, so she went left.
Two men stared at her from the pilot seats. Their mouths dropped open.
"I'm hungry! I'm naked! I'm AWOL!" she snapped. Then she lied for effect. "And it's my time of the month! Anyone want to mess with me?"
"No, ma'am," they replied in unison.
"I want a radio transmission on the following frequency," she ordered. They started. "NOW!"
They both leapt up, eyes on the comm. panel. There was a coconut-like sound from their briefly touching skulls, and they dropped back down, limp as every other man on the plane.
Ellis made sure the autopilot was engaged, then picked up the microphone. Dialing in the memorized frequency, she started telling SHADO Control that she was alive.
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