S2-ENF-010 - REFERENCE

“To infinity… and beyond!”

“Sorry,” the Romulan truck driver said, sitting behind the wheel of his cosmic cargo hauler. “Can only take you as far as Earth.”

“That’ll do,” said Carol, smartly, before anyone else could ruin their best opportunity to get home with more dumb jokes. She cast a disapproving glance at Mariko, the team’s authentic Japanese ninja, who shrugged, and said “Can we hop aboard?”

“Should be room for y’all in the hold.”

“Great! Incidentally, why does everyone in space have a southern accent?”

“Lots of planets have a south.”

One by one, the girls slipped down into the warm, comforting and oddly slimy darkness of the cargo hold, which was just about big enough to hold them all, though not without a certain degree of intimate contact. Agent Scilly, who’d been begrudgingly allowed to tag along with the Artemis team in their attempt to flee their degrading captivity at the Alpha Centauri All-Nite Interstellar Truck Stop, found her back pressed against a padded wall and her front squished up against the naked form of Carol Song, their nipples brushing against each other, their thighs intertwined, their mounds of Venus making gentle contact in a frankly uncomfortable nude embrace with a woman she didn’t actually know all that well.

“Hey,” she objected, looking up at the Romulan’s face, framed in the trapdoor above their heads. “How are you going to fit your cargo in here?”

“Oh, I ain’t carryin’ much,” said the Romulan, bringing out half a dozen wriggling sacks and beginning to untie their necks. “Just a load of Barsoom tickle eels, a bunch of fuzzbeetles from Thanagar, a tank of crawling slimes from the Dagobah swamps, and a few spankhoppers from Gor. Not to mention the Gallifreyan nipplecatchers, the Giedi Prime gropesquids, the wandering hands from Tralfamadore and a few other miscellaneous specimens I happened to pick up in the course of my adventures. I’m sure you’ll all get along.”

“Wait! No! Eek! Stop!”