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guilt. It’s not really cheating if it’s a mechanical device , Elena reasoned. Females of all species across the galaxy knew that. Men are such incompetents most of the time, God bless their eager little hearts.
Elena abruptly looked about. The windows were steamed. She wiped clean a small portal, peering out. Randal had left. A soft relaxing tune still played on the radio. She leaned back comfortably into the seat. “Computer, can we do that again?”
Chapter 10
The last day of the race resumed at dawn. It would be a sprint over rough terrain to the finish line, with Toyota Pride in the lead.
Somehow Private Knight won the poker game, stuffing hundreds of Yartsa worms into his duffle. It seems Knight was something of a card shark. Who knew? The camp was all abuzz about Knight’s good fortune, and about a new porn video of the Toyota Pride and a female legionnaire. Female scorpions swarmed about Smooth Johnson and the rover, wanting turns in the hot seat.
* * * * *
“Get away, bugs!” shouted Smooth, drawing a pistol. “I mean it!”
“ Oh come on,” begged Velvet-Sting, the leader of the pack. “I’ll pay you for a turn in your chair of love.”
“ Have you gone mad?” asked Smooth, trying to point his gun in several directions at once. “I have a race to win. You will not slow me down or soil my seats!”
Velvet-Sting just barely scratched Smooth across his forehead with her bloated telson, but it was enough. A single drop of toxin penetrated Smooth ’s scalp, sending him into a hallucinatory stupor. Velvet-Sing shoved the others aside as she dragged Smooth inside the Toyota Pride, seating herself shotgun. The grand marshal waved a green flag, and they were off.
“ Computer, do your thing!” ordered Velvet-Sting, snorting blue powder. “Win this race, and please me until I pass out!”
“ Some experimentation is in order first,” warned the rover. “I do not want to risk injury to your brittle exoskeleton.”
“ I am neither brittle nor a science project,” gasped Velvet-Sting with the first pulse current. “Yes, keep doing that!”
“ I detect fluorescent chemicals in your blood system,” advised the rover. “Caution is prudent, so I do not accidentally set you aflame.”
“ Burn me, burn me, light my fire!” demanded Velvet-Sting, thrashing in the seat as the rover hit a bump. “It is true. You are a mechanical god of joy, and do not even require batteries.”
“ I am powered by a nuclear reactor.”
“ What the hell?” interrupted Smooth, waking from the bumpy ride. “The race has begun?”
“ Yes, and we are winning!” exclaimed Velvet-Sting, spitting green mist in Smooth’s face. “I hope you survive, lovely fragile human fur ball. The toxins in your blood will heighten the experience.”
“ No, don’t eat me!” shrieked Smooth, hallucinating pleasure and horror of dark side scorpion mating rituals all at once. Demon scorpions swarmed over his naked body, simultaneously arousing and tearing flesh. “Help!”
“ Computer, do something to prevent shock,” ordered Velvet-Sting as she clawed at Smooth’s clothing. “I don’t want this lovely male human to die quite yet.”
“ I doubt Smooth Johnson will survive the day,” replied the rover skeptically. “Too bad, so sad.”
“ Oh my, it is true what they say about humans!” exclaimed Velvet-Sting as she happily removed Smooth’s pants. “This one is trophy quality, and I am keeping him!”
Resistance was futile.
* * * * *
Smooth woke in time to see the prize, a checkered flag fluttering in the distance. He was naked and dehydrated. Velvet-Sting passed Smooth a bottle of Gatorade to prevent shock, which he readily gulped down.
“We are going to win?”
“ How insensitive,” admonished Velvet-Sting. “Love ’em and leave ’em? Is that your style?”
“ Was it as good for you as it was for me?” asked Smooth, still in shock and at loss for anything else
Elena abruptly looked about. The windows were steamed. She wiped clean a small portal, peering out. Randal had left. A soft relaxing tune still played on the radio. She leaned back comfortably into the seat. “Computer, can we do that again?”
Chapter 10
The last day of the race resumed at dawn. It would be a sprint over rough terrain to the finish line, with Toyota Pride in the lead.
Somehow Private Knight won the poker game, stuffing hundreds of Yartsa worms into his duffle. It seems Knight was something of a card shark. Who knew? The camp was all abuzz about Knight’s good fortune, and about a new porn video of the Toyota Pride and a female legionnaire. Female scorpions swarmed about Smooth Johnson and the rover, wanting turns in the hot seat.
* * * * *
“Get away, bugs!” shouted Smooth, drawing a pistol. “I mean it!”
“ Oh come on,” begged Velvet-Sting, the leader of the pack. “I’ll pay you for a turn in your chair of love.”
“ Have you gone mad?” asked Smooth, trying to point his gun in several directions at once. “I have a race to win. You will not slow me down or soil my seats!”
Velvet-Sting just barely scratched Smooth across his forehead with her bloated telson, but it was enough. A single drop of toxin penetrated Smooth ’s scalp, sending him into a hallucinatory stupor. Velvet-Sing shoved the others aside as she dragged Smooth inside the Toyota Pride, seating herself shotgun. The grand marshal waved a green flag, and they were off.
“ Computer, do your thing!” ordered Velvet-Sting, snorting blue powder. “Win this race, and please me until I pass out!”
“ Some experimentation is in order first,” warned the rover. “I do not want to risk injury to your brittle exoskeleton.”
“ I am neither brittle nor a science project,” gasped Velvet-Sting with the first pulse current. “Yes, keep doing that!”
“ I detect fluorescent chemicals in your blood system,” advised the rover. “Caution is prudent, so I do not accidentally set you aflame.”
“ Burn me, burn me, light my fire!” demanded Velvet-Sting, thrashing in the seat as the rover hit a bump. “It is true. You are a mechanical god of joy, and do not even require batteries.”
“ I am powered by a nuclear reactor.”
“ What the hell?” interrupted Smooth, waking from the bumpy ride. “The race has begun?”
“ Yes, and we are winning!” exclaimed Velvet-Sting, spitting green mist in Smooth’s face. “I hope you survive, lovely fragile human fur ball. The toxins in your blood will heighten the experience.”
“ No, don’t eat me!” shrieked Smooth, hallucinating pleasure and horror of dark side scorpion mating rituals all at once. Demon scorpions swarmed over his naked body, simultaneously arousing and tearing flesh. “Help!”
“ Computer, do something to prevent shock,” ordered Velvet-Sting as she clawed at Smooth’s clothing. “I don’t want this lovely male human to die quite yet.”
“ I doubt Smooth Johnson will survive the day,” replied the rover skeptically. “Too bad, so sad.”
“ Oh my, it is true what they say about humans!” exclaimed Velvet-Sting as she happily removed Smooth’s pants. “This one is trophy quality, and I am keeping him!”
Resistance was futile.
* * * * *
Smooth woke in time to see the prize, a checkered flag fluttering in the distance. He was naked and dehydrated. Velvet-Sting passed Smooth a bottle of Gatorade to prevent shock, which he readily gulped down.
“We are going to win?”
“ How insensitive,” admonished Velvet-Sting. “Love ’em and leave ’em? Is that your style?”
“ Was it as good for you as it was for me?” asked Smooth, still in shock and at loss for anything else
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