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Lust In Space	By : Wolfiekins Category: G through L > Lost in Space Views: 5693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: All characters in LIS belong to 20th Century Fox, Irwin Allen, his estate, or whomever, certainly not me. No offense is intended!

A/N: This fic is based on the original 60's TV series LOST IN SPACE. It takes place roughly six years after the end of the series, or rather, after the Robinsons have been zig-zagging across the cosmos in the Jupiter 2 for over nine years. As one could imagine, the intrepid space explorers have found ways to amuse themselves.

WARNINGS: Most everything is implied: Smith/Robot, Smith/Will, Penny/Bloop, Judy/Sonic Mixer, John/Don, Will/Will/Will

Beta'd by Evil Auntie Snape.

July, 2006, Somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy
~~~~~~~FOUR~~~~~~CLONING AROUND~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Maureen sighed as the annoyingly monotonous chime sounded from the comm panel in her cabin. The otherwise soothing voice of the Jupiter 2's main computer jarred her already frazzled nerves. A good night's sleep had done nothing to calm them.

"The time is now Oh-five-hundred hours and thirty seconds. This is your pre-selected time to wake up and begin your day."

She rolled over to her other side, removing her eye shields and flopping them onto the small ledge next to her bunk. At least the computer hadn't raised the lights yet. She had to make sure to edit that feature in her profile.

"The time is now Oh-five-hundred hours and forty-five seconds. This is your pre-selected time to wake up and begin your day."

Maureen made a mental note to change the verbal alarm interval from fifteen seconds to something more reasonable, like fifteen hours.

"The time is now Oh-five-Oh-one hours exactly. Your pre-selected wake-up time was one minute ago."

Groaning, she sat up, smacking at the faintly glowing amber indicator on her panel.

"Acknowledged. Good morning, Moore-eeene," the computer's male voice intoned flatly. She had always hated how it pronounced her name. Something about the syntax correlation database or other such nonsense. The Deltans had been extremely gracious and helpful when they had upgraded the Jupiter 2's main computer with voice recognition software over two years ago. The interface worked well enough, except when it came to proper names, and a few other things.

"Awaiting response, Moore-eeene," the computer prompted. The lights in the cabin switched on to full.

Maureen gasped, covering her eyes.

"Lights down to fifty percent, please!" she groused irritably.

This was all Dr. Smith's fault. She berated herself for letting him have Penny's cake. No matter. It wouldn't take her long to whip up another one. And she might even have time to prepare a nice breakfast to boot. Cautiously opening one eye, she verified that the computer had followed her command correctly.

"Computer, reset alarm to oh-six-thirty hours. Reset warning interval to every five minutes, fifteen minute duration, then raise cabin lights. Confirm, please."

There was a moment's pause as her request was processed. The amber indicator switched to green.

"Changes confirmed, Moore-eeene. Gawwaaat fogulkaa daskaala, vagina," the computer purred smoothly.

Frowning, Maureen stood up and shrugged into her robe.

"What did you just say?"

There was a single clicking sound from the panel. "You're welcome, Mooor-eeene. Enjoy your day. Fellatio."

Sighing, she finished buttoning her robe. It would be pointless to run a diagnostic on the voice software. She had performed the procedure countless times, with no discernable improvement. No matter how many times she removed the offensive terms from the database, they always returned. And then some. She gave her bunk a sideways glance. John hadn't come to bed. Again. She wondered what ridiculous excuse he would give her this morning for his absence. Probably something to do with the inertial stabilizers. He hadn't used that one in a while.

After a few minutes fussing with her hair, she unlocked the cabin partition and slid it aside. Stepping through, she had just clicked it shut when she noticed the Robot standing in the middle of the deck. His arms were hanging loosely at his sides, his upper body leaning forward slightly. She rushed over to the mechanoid, giving his control panel a quick perusal. All the indicators were dark, save for the tiny 'stand-by' light. Maureen opened his access panel and began keying the Robot's re-start sequence.

As she worked on the Robot, the partition to Will's cabin clicked and slid open. A yawning Will stretched and slowly began to pad his way across the deck to the lav. He was wearing only a tiny pair of black bikini briefs. He absently slid one of his hands down into the revealing shorts to give his privates a good scratch. Maureen looked up from the Robot, her eyes going wide, her mouth pressing into a thin line. She stepped out from behind the mechanoid, her balled fists planted firmly on her hips.

"William Tiberius Robinson! How many times have I told you not to parade about the ship in your underwear?! Honestly, Will!"

Will jumped, stopping dead in his tracks. He stared at his mother, then at the hand that was buried in his briefs. With a sheepish grin, he pulled his hand out of his shorts, causing a rather loud snap as the waistband connected with his fair skin.

"Oh, hi, Mom. Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be up and about at this hour." Will shrugged, clasping his hands over his rather large bulge.

Maureen took a step towards her son. "I don't care what time it is. You will put some clothes on when leaving your cabin. What you wear inside it is your own business. Really, Will. Where on earth did you get those, those things?" She gestured at the skimpy briefs with a pointed finger.

Smiling crookedly, Will glanced down at himself, shifting nervously.

"Um, well, Dr. Smith got them for me on Hornulac. We were on the planet, in their main bazaar, and I mentioned that I liked them. He got me an entire assortment. Cool, huh?" Will put his hands on his hips, puffed out his nicely muscled chest, and pointed the toe of his left foot, striking a pose that would have been most welcome in any underwear catalogue in the galaxy.

Maureen's face went white.

"Ooooh, I should have known! I don't care who gave them to you or where they came from Will! You heard me! Go put some clothes on, now!"

Will finished his posing routine, the smile fading from his lips.

"Ok, Mom, whatever you say. I'll just hit the lav real quick..."

Maureen shot her son a look that could melt through several feet of platinum.

"Now, Will," she roared, "March!"

Nodding vigorously, Will backed towards his cabin partition.

Maureen sighed loudly, turning back to the Robot. She didn't see the partition open just enough to admit the Will in the black briefs. The other Will in the cabin was barely containing his laughter, his hand covering his mouth, his face red. Black-briefed Will scowled at his lover, reaching out and yanking the laughing Will out onto the deck. Laughing Will was wearing briefs identical to the other Will, save that they were hot pink. The two Wills scuffled with each other for a moment, finally wrestling themselves back into the cabin. The partition clicked shut just as a wave of breathless giggles erupted from both Wills.

Fortunately, Maureen was too occupied with the Robot's innards to notice the commotion. She had nearly completed the start-up sequence when she hit the wrong toggle. There was a small pop, and she jumped back as a tiny puff of smoke billowed out from the access panel.

"Shit."

She grimaced, looking around furtively to make sure that there was no one around that might have heard her. Frowning, she began the sequence once more, being careful to key it properly this time. She didn't notice the partition to Dr. Smith's cabin open. Will stepped out, wearing his skimpy silver workout shorts. He slid the partition closed and jumped as he noted his mother bent over the Robot. Keeping his eyes locked on her, he proceeded to quickly but carefully tip-toe his way across the deck towards the lav. He was almost three-quarters of the way across when he heard his mother swear like a longshoreman. Her head popped up from the Robot, her bright blue eyes focusing on him immediately. She drew a deep breath.

"Will! What is the matter with you!? I told you to put some clothes on if you're going to walk about the decks! Those skimpy things are no better than what you had on a minute ago!" Her face was reddening rapidly.

Will's eyes went wide. "Uh, uh, but, uh, yeah, uh, sure, Mom, but I, uh, really had to go, so I thought....."

Maureen cut off her stammering son with a vicious wave of her well-manicured fingers.

"I've really had enough of this, Will. Just do what you need to do. But next time, there will be hell to pay. Am I understood, young man?"

Will swallowed nervously, nodding. As he scooted past the partition to his cabin, he could hear muffled laughter inside. Clearing his throat to cover his own rising giggles, he crossed through the doorway leading to the maintenance bay and the lav.

Maureen pinched the bridge of her nose as she turned back to the still silent Robot. Working quickly in the tiny access port, she also failed to notice it when the partition to Penny's cabin silently slid open a few inches. A large, furry black head with long pointed ears poked through. A pair of shiny, brown eyes scanned the lower deck, widening slightly when they locked onto the frustrated Maureen tinkering with the Robot.

Licking its lips, Derek the Bloop squeezed through the gap, hastily closing the folding door and moving with unbelievable stealth towards the hall to the lav. The Robinsons had found Derek on the first planet they had crashed upon nearly nine years ago. He had been orphaned and alone, a baby. Bloops resembled earth chimpanzees when young, save for the extremely long, pointed ears. Penny had adopted the creature, naming him Debbie, unaware that Bloops are indistinguishable from each other until puberty, which occurs in them at age five. After that, he had been renamed Derek.

Now, fully grown and quite intelligent, Derek was nearly as tall as an adult human. He resembled an earth gorilla in that his overall general appearance was that of a completely furred biped. But adult Bloops walked upright, and their limbs were much closer in proportion to those of humans. If not for all the fur, the simian facial features and the ears, he could easily pass as a somewhat short, stocky and rather muscular human.

Derek could also speak English quite well, although no one but Penny knew of it. She had taught him herself, the rest of the crew of the Jupiter 2 dismissing the furry alien as something more akin to a pet. Derek was much more than a pet to Penny. Much more.

Disappearing around the corner and down the hallway, Derek adjusted his grey satin shorts and headed down to the lav. Maureen had nearly completed her work on the Robot. She keyed the final sequence, closing the access panel. Re-seating the mechanoid's power pack, she touched the hidden activation button. With a loud whirring, the indicator lights winked on, cycling furiously. The Robot stood up straight, his arms snapping back into place with a loud whack. His bulbous glass head spun about.

"Will! Too many Wills! Does not compute! Does not compute! Danger! Too many Will Robinsons!"

Marueen pulled back slightly, quickly hitting a few controls on the Robot's front panel.

"Calm down, now. Calm down! There is no danger. Can you remember what happened before you shut down?"

The mechanoid's head swiveled about a few more times. The sequence of lights slowed down somewhat. When he spoke, his voice was calmer.

"I do not recall, Mrs. Robinson. It was late. Dr. Smith insisted that I return to my alcove to regenerate. Apparently, he was correct. I must have been online too long."

Maureen looked doubtful. "But you said something about Will. And danger. What did you mean by that, Robot?"

The mechanoid's head plunked down loudly. After a few clicks, he spoke quietly.

"There was no danger, Mrs. Robinson. One of the last people I saw was Will, so that most likely explains why his name was in my vocal buffer when you re-activated me. You will recall that spurious data is often released when I am re-started incorrectly."

The Robot turned his visual sensors to look at the skeptical space-mom. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

"I see. Very well, Robot. Perhaps you should continue to your alcove and regenerate. A nice re-boot will do you some good."

"Yes, Mrs. Robinson."

The Robot engaged his drive treads and headed towards his alcove. Just then, Will emerged from the hallway, adjusting his shorts. The mechanoid's head shot up and he stopped dead in his tracks. His visual sensors swiveled to look at Maureen, who was watching him closely. When the Robot looked back at Will, the teen winked mischievously.

"Hey, Robot. What's up?"

The mechanoid clicked hesitantly. Will smirked and sauntered past his cabin, nearly opening the partition to Dr. Smith's before recalling that he should be entering his own cabin. With a breathy chuckle, Will reached for the latch to his cabin partition, flicking it down. He pulled on it, but it refused to budge. Maureen tilted her head, folding her arms across her chest. The Robot turned his sensors from Will to Maureen and back again.

Will struggled with the latch, unable to get it open. Sweat popped out all over his naked, muscular chest as he smiled nervously. After a few more seconds, the latch clicked from the inside, the partition sliding open a few inches. Will plastered a fake smile on his face as he slid through the narrow opening sideways.

Maureen rolled her eyes, turning away to head towards the galley. The Robot watched as two sets of hands snaked around Will's waist and chest, dragging him into the cabin. The mechanoid's relays clicked furiously as two giggling Will Robinsons peered through the gap as it closed. The Robot's aural sensors could discern breathless moans and groans behind the closed partition. Then, the mechanoid noted that Derek was huddled in the shadows of the short hall, peering around the corner and watching carefully as Maureen worked in the galley. Seeing the Robot, the Bloop put a finger to his lips and proceeded to move quickly across the deck, disappearing into Penny's cabin in a matter of seconds.

Clearing his short term memory buffer, the Robot swiveled his drive section towards his alcove. He was very nearly there when two more figures emerged from the maintenance bay. The mechanoid's head shot up, his visual sensors whirling from Maureen to the approaching men and back again.

Professor John Robinson was striding out of the short hallway and across the deck. He was laughing and somewhat winded, sweat glistening on his finely toned, perfectly tanned body. Major Don West was following closely, leaning on John's shoulder, also breathless and snickering. John was wearing a tiny pair of briefs just like the first set of Wills, except that his were electric purple. Don's were lime green. Both men appeared to be in a rather aroused state.

They careened across the deck, finally looking up just as they were about to crash into the Robot, whose indicator lights were dancing furiously across his panels.

"Whoa, now look who's rolling about. What's up, Robot?" John slurred.

Don skidded to a stop, throwing both of his arms around the taller man to keep from falling. His voice was also slightly warbly.

"Oh, he's probably looking for action, just like me, JR," Don purred, pulling himself up and running one of his hands down John's chest and taut abs, coming to rest on the crotch of the Professor's incredibly stretched briefs. The inebriated pilot of the Jupiter 2 moaned slightly as he licked and nibbled at John's bare shoulder.

A small puff of smoke emanated from the Robot's access panel. John stared at the mechanoid while Don proceeded to leave the galaxy's largest hickie on his neck.

Both men jumped at the sound of a metal cake pan clattering loudly upon the deck plating.

Maureen was standing just inside the galley, her hands clenching into fists, her mouth a large, wide 'o'.

John gulped while Don pulled his lips slowly away from the Professor. He grimaced.

"Ooops."

Maureen's cheeks were flushing quickly to the color of a red giant sun. John smiled nervously.

"I don't suppose you'd believe that we were working on the inertial stabilizers and that we're simply delirious from the heat," he offered lamely.

Maureen growled deeply as she reached for a heavy metal mixing spoon on the counter.

The Robot began to wave his arms wildly.

"Danger, Professor Robinson! Enraged spouse approaching! Danger!"

Maureen reached over and yanked the mechanoid's power pack out. The Robot slumped.

"Oh, shut up!" She turned her withering gaze towards her husband.

"Really, John. You should be ashamed of yourself. What if the children found out about this? Think how it could affect them! Heavens, I've known about you and Don for some time, but honestly! Parading about nearly naked! What if Will..."

Her eyes went wide as realization hit her like a meteorite.

John clasped his hands behind his back and stared at the decking. Don buried his head against the Professor's chest, giggling.

Maureen put a hand to her forehead.

"Oh, fuck. I need a drink!"
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