His heart pounded as he heard footsteps.
There she was, Mindy, wearing his Magic Leap goggles. Even looking goofy like that, she was still so hot.
Elliot suddenly felt thirsty, so thirsty that he could dip his head into one of the tanks in there and start drinking the entire thing.
“Hey, Mindy,” he said timidly when she walked close.
She stared at him, her beautiful blue eyes gleaming through the lenses. “Is this yours? Oh, right, I remember now,” she slapped her head and struck the goggles. “Oh, forgot I was wearing those.”
“It’s okay,” Elliot said, looking down at his shoes. “Did you like it?”
“You made it?” she exclaimed, taking off the goggles.
He knew what she was seeing, he hadn’t programmed anything else on the whale’s path. She was just swimming around them after reaching the aquarium. “Yeah, I did. It’s kinda my passion project? And I really wanted to it to you. It’s okay if you didn’t like it, really…”
“Oh-my-God! I loved it,” she squealed, and her voice echoed inside the aquarium. People turned and shushed her. She didn’t seem to care. “What else can you show me.”
“I… Uh. This is all I programmed, but I can do more if you give me some time. A couple of days, perhaps?”
“Yes!” she smiled at him.
“Okay.”
Mindy gave him the headset and sat on the bench.
“I’m gonna leave you alone now,” he said and stood up.
“Hey, wait. Elliot, right?”
“Yeah…”
She shrugged and looked away. “Since we’re already here, wanna hang out? My friends never want to come to the aquarium with me.”
“S-Sure,” Elliot stuttered.
And then Mindy told him all about the various sea life on their first date.
Elliot still couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend. Any girlfriend, let alone Mindy, the girl of his dreams. But, she was real, not augmented reality. He had squeezed her in all of her juicy, soft places. And they had kissed, and made other things that they both were very unfamiliar with, but very excited to do them.
It was fun. He had pretty much abandoned his project. He made a few programs for Mindy to enjoy with various sea life, and an octopus, that one was hard, but even she was very much into their love life right now to bother with dorky things.
The project was still on his mind, but he kept postponing it, and to be honest, all he wanted was to spend his time with Mindy and nothing else. It was like he was crazy for her.
One day, while hanging out in her room, he gathered up the courage to ask her for a blowie.
“A what now?” she giggled, covering her mouth.
“You know… We haven’t done it…”
“Say it again!”
“I’m not saying it.”
“Say it again, and I’ll give you one,” she said, her face serious now.
“Okay. Mindy, can you give me a blowie?”
She burst into laughter once again.
“Okay, if you don’t wanna, forget about it,” he said, pissed off.
“No, no, baby, it’s fine. It’s just, it sounded funny, you know. Why don’t you call it a blowjob, like, I don’t know, not-a-dork?” She brought her face up to his and was tearing up while smiling.
“I don’t know, it sounds dirty. And I don’t want it to be dirty, ‘cause I love you.”
“Oh, so sweet of you to ask me for a-” she snorted, “blowie and then say you love me.”
“I said forget about it.”
She pushed him back on her bed. “No, we’re doing this.”
“Now?”
“Sure, why not. We haven’t done it before.”
“Okay…” Elliot leaned back and put up a pillow. The feel of her fingers unbuttoning his pants was very tingly, and then they were cold as they pulled his little Elliot out.
She played a bit with it, Elliot was soft and he felt bad about it.
Then he stood at attention, and she gave it a kiss.
He really enjoyed looking at his girlfriend being down there, her face so close to it.
“Unh, don’t look at me!” she complained.
“Why not? You look beautiful, I like it.”
“No, I don’t like it when you look at me. Look away.”
“Fine.”
She started at it again, then she stopped, again.
“What now?” Elliot said exasperated. He didn’t wanna pressure her into anything, but he was very, very horny right now.
She sniffed while she stroked him with her hand. She looked around her room. “Wait,” she said and stood up, rummaging her closet.
Elliot sighed, really annoyed now. “Baby, it’s okay if you don’t wanna do it, just tell me.”
She kept rummaging her closet. “No, wait. Hold on. Got it!” She came back and sat down, holding a green veil. She took the same position as before, her face on his little Elliot, but she threw the veil over her.
“What’s the difference, I can still see you through that?” Elliot asked, but didn’t really want to debate the issue as she seemed to have gone past any inhibition she might have had and was going at it full speed.
“Mmm,” she popped her mouth. “I know, but I feel better having it cover me up,” she said, and went back to the blowie.
Elliot looked down at his crotch. Of course he didn’t mind the veil, not as long Mindy was happy and sucking him-
Uh.
Oh, crap, he was gonna-
He looked down. Mindy was smiling up at him, her hand still stroking him as he emptied out. She met his gaze, her twinkling eyes through the veil, looking up at him. She looked gorgeous, and he felt light-headed. The veil let the light through but was still there, like a digital overlay, it took shape by the physical world and let the light through to her eyes, her lovely eyes…
Elliot suddenly propped himself up at his elbows. “I need to call my uncle!”
“What, now?” Mindy complained, eyes wide.
“Yes, Mindy. The veil. I just figured it out!”
The End
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Fluffy or Shiny?
Toula’s job was simple: Kill everything on the alien moon.
As tasks went, it was so straightforward even she could wrap her mind around it. She knew she wasn’t that bright, and that self-awareness was a rare attribute among stupid people. Toula had a one-track mind, usually involving shiny things.
So they told her there was a shiny thing on the other side of the moon, but she needed to kill everything she encountered while getting there.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Toula had no idea what that actually meant but she liked saying the words.
They dropped her off from orbit. The moon was small so the gravity was softer. That meant she’d weigh less, they told her! How lovely, she’d been wanting to lose some extra weight for months now.
She saw the ground coming in closer as she fell. The moon was lovely, lush with vegetation and sparkling waters. They actually had her learn some things about the climate and all that crap, but Toula didn’t pay much attention to it. She told them to make a video, but no! They insisted on boring graphs and squiggly lines that meant nothing to her.
Stupid scientists.
Anyway, the ground was coming up pretty fast right now, so she needed to focus. She had the self-preservation instinct to let her limbs loose and cover her head. She used two hands to cover up her head, two lower arms to wrap up her knees close to her body, the other middle two to brace inside the pod, and the top two were pretty much useless in this particular situation so she just bent them over her shoulders.
BANG!
SCRACHOW!
Dirt all over the place. Her drop-pod popped open and she got out, squinting. Yup, she had landed. She always nailed her landings. Toula was proud of that.
Cough, cough. She waved the dust out of he
r mouth with two right arms. Then suddenly, a roar!
A gigantic maw came straight at her and snapped shut around her, a wet tongue slapping her in the chest like a truck.
How rude. Well, Toula was here to kill everything, after all. She brought her top two arms down, the malformed ones. She always disliked using those, but what else could she do? None of her eyes could actually see anything in the dark, even the ones that spun around to give her a 360 field of view. In retrospect, those would have come in handy two seconds ago, but there was just too much dust kicked up by her landing.
Oh well.
She brought her malformed hands and just punched in front of her, straight at the gigantic tongue. She injected her poison into the beast as it took to walking around with her in its mouth.
Nothing happened for a few seconds. Then a gurgle which sounded more like the fizzing sea between rocks, and then they fell on the ground. The beast’s mouth opened and she clawed herself out of there, smashing a giant tooth in the process.
Toula looked back at the dead beast. Well, one down, a million to go.
She had her shiny reward to get to.
Days went by, but they were funny days, because the moon was smaller so they literally went by quicker than what she was used to. She had killed plenty of beasts and felt really good about herself. Checking the kill counter, she had killed about…
62.457 lifeforms.
That was a lot, wasn’t it?
Well, she poisoned one more flying beast she found on a tree next to her, then doused those little beasties in the nest that were waiting with their mouths open.
Those sure made her job quite easy.
She just sprayed them with her poison and they gobbled it up. Dead in an instant.
She checked the rest of the trees, since she hadn’t thought of it before and she really didn’t want to backtrack now. The shiny was that way, the indicator said so, and going back would take her… Well, the other way.
She killed a few smaller beasts, the ones that grazed on the underbrush. Those were easy to kill too.
Then she froze.
She saw before her a tiny little beastie with eight arms such as her. It was hairy, brownish, and had enormous eyes.
She raised her malformed arm to poison it.
The fluffy beast came up to it and started licking her fingers.
She tilted her head, curious. What was it up to? Did it have some sort of acid in its tongue, able to melt away her poison delivery system? Or did it taste her to see if she was worth going through all the trouble of killing her and then eating her?
She didn’t do anything for a long moment, against all her preservation instincts that screamed at her to either inject poison into the fluffy creature or just smash it with four arms, maybe five for overkill, just to be sure. This was an alien planet after all.
No, the fluffy creature licked her fingers and then looked up at her, opening its arms wide, all eight of them.
She kept on staring. Now that was very weird. Was it gonna try and choke her?
It waddled on its two tiny feet, bobbing left and right as it closed the minuscule distance between them, and reached her leg.
She kept aiming at it with her malformed arm, ready to inject it with a dose of poison that could kill a triceratops.
The fluffy put its arms around her leg, barely managing to reach around.
Really now, what was it doing? Was it trying to trip her? Make her break her head? Cunning little bastard.
The fluffy squeezed tight. Now that explained it, it was sizing her up. It was going to make a move any second now.
Any… second… now…
Nope, it kept on squeezing, shutting its eyes.
Then it made a sound. Something like muh-muh.
Muh-muh must be bad, right? It was threatening her, what else could it be? And where was the rest of its tribe? Where were the bigger fluffies? Ignoring the tiny fluffy for a second, Toula spun her eyes around and searched the trees, the vegetation, the canopies, even the air. She couldn’t locate anything.
Did these fluffies somehow have camouflage? Or, perhaps it was only the adult ones.
Who knew? The scientists might had covered it in their briefing but Toula didn’t pay any attention. Perhaps she shoulda had.
But the job was simple: kill everything on the planet. Why bother learning about it if you’re just gonna kill it?
And now, the fluffy was holding her leg tight with its four pairs of hands, and she wasn’t killing it. She checked, entire minutes had passed and she still hadn’t killed it.
Why?
And why was it making her feel all warm inside? All… fuzzy?
She reached down with her normal arm and lifted the fluffy. It squealed in delight and blinked at her with its big, black eyes. It made her feel… weird.
“Muh-muh,” it said again.
She shook it violently.
Then it switched it up, screeching it’s tiny lungs out.
Yup, that was more like it. Those sounds of threat or of screaming for one’s life were the ones Toula was used to, not fucking soft sounds like, ‘muh-muh.’
She held it still. The fluffy climbed up on her arm, it was an expert climber, naturally, and it reached up to her neck.
There it was, the little fluffy bastard was gonna go for the jugular. Toula didn’t mind, she was armoured there, but perhaps the little beast couldn’t know that. It was definitely gonna go for the killing blow and then she’d have no more hesitation about killing it.
The fluffy looked her from a very close distance, she had to go cross-eyed to focus on it. Then it lurched forward and put its eight arms around her neck, softly. Okay, not all of them, but it did bundle as many of the arms up as it could around her.
Toula felt something weird again. It was like poison, green, vile, scolding, only the opposite of that.
Not-poison?
Toula couldn’t find the word for it.
The little fluffy held her neck, but didn’t do anything else. Then it wheezed and shut its eyes.
Toula realised it had fallen asleep, its arms wrapped around her neck. She knew from all the beasts she had killed that evolution would have allowed such a beastie to sleep while holding on to a branch in its sleep, after finding a safe location.
But she needed to kill it, or else she wouldn’t get her shiny reward.
This was such a dilemma.
The tiny fluffy mumbled again in its sleep, ‘muh-muh.’
Aw shucks!
Now, how the hell was she gonna decide about killing it or not?
The End
Explosive Decompression
KABOOM!
She kept telling everyone that she couldn’t cook. At all.
But nooo, being an astronaut wasn’t enough, apparently. Having two expert-level skills also wasn’t enough, apparently. ‘Men don’t want an EVA specialist or an acceleration manipulator expert,’ her mom kept telling her.
For the first few years, Heliodora refused to accept it. No, she’d dazzle a man with her wits, with her skills, and sure, why not, with her toned butt. All that zero-g training didn’t exactly leave you unfit and ugly.
Then five standard years passed. Still no dazzling of anyone, at least not anyone who bothered to hang around for breakfast afterwards.
So, now she was, having caved this day and deciding to learn to cook ‘like a proper wife,’ as her mom kept saying.
Adrift, in space, debris floating all around her in spinning vectors.
It was quiet. She liked that.
Sure, the side of her face that was licked by the sun was already medium-rare, but she couldn’t really feel it, her body must have been in shock, her nerves instantly fried and frozen by the vacuum.
Ha! Medium rare. See, mom, she did manage to cook something, even if it was her own stupid face.
Normally, a hardvac drone would be deployed and come pick her up. Sure, space would kill you eventually, but not for a few seconds more. How many had passe
d?
Heliodora didn’t know.
All she could remember was her trying to follow the instructions on a recipe, and her messing it up so royally that her cabin exploded outwards and blasted her into space. Like an itchy boil on the skin, squeezed to burst out.
Splop.
Her communicator floated in the air, but of course she couldn’t reach it, having nothing to change her delta-v with. A cooking pot also flew beside her, and no-
Ouch!
It struck her head. Seriously, she had two highest-level specialisations, she should be able to figure out something as simple as cooking.
It hated her. Everything, the pots, the stove, the vegetables, as it was all apparent by the explosive decompression and the ingredients spinning out into space all over her.
Water, flash boiled.
Pot, hitting her head.
Veggies, showering all around her like a vegetarian firework show.
Rugged tablet, still playing the cooking video she was following. Still mocking her in her face. Seriously, just break down already!
She cried, but she didn’t know if it was the vacuum of space sucking out the moisture from her eyes or if it was her emotional breakdown.
And where was the damn hardvac?
Nowhere. Somewhere else, saving some other woman who could cook and clean and take care of her husband, someone who could contribute to the space station’s population by squeezing out two or three babies with a mere five-month interval.
Dammit. She couldn’t even cry properly in this mess. Her left eye was getting boiled, probably gone for good already. Now that was a reason for men to skip her over.
She could rock an eyepatch, though. That would be badass. She’d get one 3D printed with something on it, like a skull and bones. Yeah. Her matter allocation would be worth spending on that purchase.
But that hardvac drone had better hurry or else her eye would be the least of her worries. She could barely feel her chest, her training having kicked-in and her having breathed out all the oxygen, despite what her natural instinct told her.
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