Space Cadets In Action by Katie McN Marcel trained the sex ray on Daphne and Baird and let go with a lethal blast. At first, the two of them fell to the ground and started ripping at each other’s clothes. They continued on exploring each other's possibilities, getting hotter and hotter as each second passed into eternity. Neither one had ever experienced such arousal or pleasure (with the possible exception of that night after the prom was over, but that was a special case). Marcel trained the dyna-vid machine on the pair knowing that he was going to produce another hot snuff video and be the envy of all the 22nd century alt.sex.snuff.video producers. And then it happened..." Space Cadets In Action Chapter Two by Kenny N Gamera (with apologies to all concerned) A hole opened in space/time and from it stepped that sexy polarian, Claudette of the North Star and her fellow Space Corps Cadet (Senior Grade) KatieR the 3rd. Marcel stood stunned at first, but moved quickly to the small portable, hand sized model of his sex ray (patent pending). Even though not as powerful as the industrial floor sized model, both Claudette and Katie knew that at such close range and with their overcharged bodies, the tiny weapon could do much damage to each of them. With the reflexes of youth (the reason the Corp takes only the most nubile of fourteen-year olds), they dived behind two counters: Claudette to the left and Katie to the right. Each drew their sidearm, orgasmic paralyzers (McN Industries, 'we bring good sex to life'), as if controlled by one brain and answered the near lethal fire of their foe. "If I had only had a chance with that turtleman from the Cowstar," lamented Claudette, "I would have been sexually satisfied enough to resist the relatively low settings of that sex ray." "Well, it's not my fault if he's hiding in his shell, comatose." "Lord, Katie! With what you threatened him with, it' lucky he hadn't had hearts attacks and died. You really need to control your jealous streak." "I Am Not Jealous! Especially of turtles. Especially of MALE turtles." "Katie, you know that with you there will be no others..." "Humph!" "...other humans..." "Humph!" "...other women..." "Humph!" "... other human women..." "Humph!" and for extra measure, "Humph!" "I can't help it if you like to share." Claudette turned serious, "besides we have to save those primitive earthlings from the clutches of Marcel. If we can only get to them in time." Can Claudette and Katie reach Daphne and Bairde before the effects of the sex ray become irreversible? If they do, will Daphne and Bairde get "weird" about it? Will Marcel get his? Will Claudette and Katie make hot lesbian love without a man hopping from the closet? Will the turtleman from the Cowstar become turtle soup at the Space Corp Academy and Opera House Cafeteria? Don't ask me! If I knew, I'd still be writing. Thank You and Good Day, Kenny N Gamera turtlemeat69@hotmail.com Chapter Three by Kenny N Gamera (with apologies to all concerned) We ended Chapter Two in another thread altogether with: Everyone's favourite Space Corp Cadets (Senior Grade), Claudette of the North Star and KatieR the Third, had Marcel, snuff producer from the 22nd Century, pinned down in his early 21st Century lab/studio where he was filming another stuff clip for his Usenet empire of filth. The writer then ran out of ideas, and went for nachos and a cold Kaliber (fake beer by the brewers of Guiness and Harp) or twenty-six. He feels much better now.... A hole opened in space/time and from it rush Marcel, who decided he had made a mistake. It, however, was too late for him to retreat, because behind him came both the very sexy and very green Claudette of the North Star and the very sexy and very blonde KatieR the Third. Their injuries were healed and worst of all, their orgasmic paralyzers (McN Industries, 'we bring good sex to life'), were charged while his sex ray dangled uselessly like the penile apparatus of an immature Martian ground spigot. "We got you now, Marcel," shouted Claudette in 22nd Century Polarian. Which to someone who grew up speaking 20th Century North American English sounded like, "Hey, could someone bring us some nachos over here." "Yes, my great-great-grandmother Katie R the First told us that you appeared at the 2000 Virtual Solstice Party," added Katie R the Third (here by known as KatieR III) in the same language. "So, we had plenty of time to recuperate from the self- destruction of your evil lair." (Which sounded like, "And bring on the babes, WooHoo!") "Excuse me, I need to use the little boys room," said Marcel in a timid voice. In Polarian this meant, "Hey, is that you're great-great-granny over there, Cadet (Senior Grade) Katie". The two cadets turned around to see Katie R III's exact twin at a table of many attractive women. Marcel took the chance he had to run through the crowd to a couple of doors. One was marked with universal 22nd Century symbol of the men's room, a Scotsman in a kilt. Thinking himself safe enough in there to recalibrate his shoe installed time machine for the trip back to the future where he could go back to the early 21st Century and warn himself of the coming raid. Together, he and he could capture those meddling cadets. It would make a nice clip for his illegal website, too. He opened the door only to find the room in use, by a large, frightening woman with bright tattoo on her left breast just over her heart. The tattoo, an intricate working of swords, shields, ivy, crowns, and a large cross was partially destroyed by three distinct parallel burns. Marcel decided he now really needed to pee. "What mortal dares interrupt the urination of Aquillae, Daughter of Diquitus." Marcel heard the woman ask if he could help him. He looked at her and demanded in a weak and timid voice. "What are you doing in the Scotsman’s room." Which sounded like, "Hiya, toots. How's about we do the nasty together on the pool table." ***************** Kenny N Gamera had successful rejoined his bottle of Irish Whiskey and was contemplating standing on the bar to sing the "Old Moonshiner" when he first heard the screams coming from the women's room. "Uh," he said to the girl to his right whom he was trying to convince himself to hit on even if she was sixteen. Whoever let in all the jailbait, either needed her/his/its head examined or a medal. "Oh, some babe in a chain mail dress is cleaning the toilet with a guy dressed in aluminum foil," she said between bites of nacho with extra jalapenos over the top. "Oh," Kenny thought that some people may just be too kinky. "So, you've read my story on ASSM. You know, I could give you a part in this story I'm writing..." The End Space Cadets In Action started by Katie McN finished and buried Kenny N Gamera the original manuscript was given to that girl MichealD came with. No, not Haley. The one playing with the torches. Sorry, if it wasn't soon enough.