Marvel's Notorious Gnawbarque Issue 4

Issue 4: A Dread Moon!!

Starring:

Castor "Bucky" Gnawbarque & Sue Storm?

Day 167 of Servitude

Vashom, not a dead planet as some would say, but an uninhabited planet. One teaming with life in fact. Not so for the planets moons. On the side closest to the local unnamed dwarf Negative star, the moons were burnt. On the other side of Vashom, the moons were frozen, possibly due to the distance from th Distortion area. Vashom lied beneath the Crossroads of Infinity and above Tyannan Space at the edge of the known NZ (Negative Zone).

On one of these moons, two beings clad in heavy winter gear worked upon an automated mining rig. Despite the icy hills lining this anonymous moon, there was a unique natural pool of hot water on a flat plane. Mists of evaporating water seeped up from the pool. The winds were heavy. While it appeared to be snowing the ice was just being blown around by the intense winds.

The taller of the two beings checked the large tube that ran into the hot natural pool. The being made sure the tube was touching the water. The humanoid was clad in a heavy coat, thick pants and a fur hood that covered a head with thick goggles, and and a thick alien pelt hide wrapped around the unseen face. The humanoid tapped the communicator on the zipper of the jacket. "Try it now!" A feminine voice spoke. "I think the tube was stuck."

Behind the girl, a shorter being with a protruding stomach stood with a generator. The other being clicked the silver knob to the "on" position. The machine whirled whizzed and then stopped. The hooded being turned to his female counterpart and shook the fur coat covered head.

Down a few feet by the hot spring the female shrugged. "Fuck." She said. She clicked her communicator. "Give me a minute." She said into her comm device. The girl walked slowly on her thick boots, not wanting to slip on the ice. She walked to the small makeshift shack of metal ten feet from the mining rig. The girl pulled the small metal handle. The door opened with a 'whoosh'. She entered quickly, not wanting to let the heat out. There wasn't much to the small shack. A cot, some blankets on the floor, a box of clothes, a stove leading up to the top, a toilet drilled into the ice, an extra heater, and a table with plates, tools, canned foods, water and booze (Angargal's and Tharg's original).

The girl pulled off her goggles and thick hat. She needed a specific tool. The blonde locks of Susan Storm came into view. Her face dry and lips chapped. She kept the Borer hide scarf. It would take to long to remove. The girl set about searching for wrenches. When they bought the rig, the Nicanthan warned Sue the bolts were all loose. She'd gotten most but there was still on the generator. She kept looking on the table. "Where the fuck are the..." she found the wrench set. The girl hit her comms on the zipper. The speaker was under her scarf. "Bucky..." she called out. Using her nickname for her lover. No answer. Sue looked outside feeling an utter sense of dread. She hit the comms button again and called to him. "Castor?" She used his real name this time.

There was a moment of hesitation. Then static on the line, and Sue sighed in relief. It meant someone hit the talk on comms. There were only two people within light years of this moon. It had to be him.

"What?" A response from outside finally came through.

Susan looked down at the wrenches. "What's the size on the bolts near the exhaust on the generator?" The shack shook from the wind.

A moment later another buzz on the comms signified a response but none came. Again Sue felt worried. It was cold out there. But soon, another sizzle came on Sue's receiver. "What?"

Sue Storm sighed. She grabbed all the wrenches and placed her goggles back on and secured the hat firmly to her head. Then she rushed out the door, slamming it behind her. She was grumbling the whole time.

Slowly, she made her way down the path to the mining rig. The wind blew. Castor Gnawbarque stood by the generator waiting, fully wrapped up like a fat little beaver ball. "You can't read a number on a bolt?" She shouted trying to get her voice above the wind.

Castor shrugged. "Its in Nicanthan. And I'm cold young lady."

The Invisible Woman shook her head. It was cold, and hard for Sue to see. Castor had granted her a good portion of her powers back, but that wouldn't stop the cold. She would feel her invisible fields literally freeze. It hurt like hell. In fact, her mind would ring and burn when she tried to put a field around this cold. The girl bent down and kept trying different wrenches on the first bolt.

"We should give up." Castor stated finally, shivering. He had to shout himself.

Susan believed she had found the right size and let out a "yaaaas' when the first bolt turned. "I told you Bucky," she said in response to his want to give up. "I read ancient texts on Mydon when we ran runs to the rebels there." She began tightening the bolts. "They speak of these springs on the moons of Vashom as fountains of youth and great power." She tightened several bolts. Then she checked the engine, noting that Bucky hadn't primed the ****. She rolled her eyes and pressed the button to fill the ****. The Invisible Woman stood up and clicked the metal knob from off to on.

The machine whirled and whizzed. This time, the buzzing continued and a loud sucking noise began came from the tube that dropped into the hot spring. Water and material began suck up and into the tube and deposit on a conveyor belt that lead to a sorting and identifying mechanism in a large pan at the machines opposite end. "TA-DA!" Sue shouted. "We're in business!"

The wind began to die down a little. "I hope you're right about this!"

Susan looked over the now working machine. "I told you, before I was your eye candy, blowjob queen and a burgeoning shipping magnate..." she checked the conveyer belt and knocked ice off it. "...I was a doctor of archeology. I've used these types rigs before." She looked at the bundled up beaver. "For once Bucky trust me. My research is right. These aren't random hot springs." She turned and pointed to the hissing pool behind them. "I'll make a bet," she said knowing the casino owner would never pass a bet up, "if there isn't a Vonsalvant gem or something of that nature...." she pulled her hand back and put it on her shorter companions shoulder. "I'll let you go Ass To Mouth again!""

"DEAL!" The horny eager beaver clapped his hands. It was a "win win" situation. If they found Vontsalvant gems, Bucky Gnawbarque would have a power source the likes of which his father's company had never come across. His father would have to make him a full partner in Beavertron Energy Corportation. If there was nothing....Sue's have to suck his cock after he stuffed it in her ass....again.

Sue looked at the machine. "Let's let this baby work." She walkeed up the path to the shack.

"What do we do now then?" Castor asked following his lady.

Sue turned, the wind was picking up. "Hot Atatraxian Cartoof...and hot...." the wind was too loud. Castor heard the first part about the drink that Susan said was the closest to hot chocolate in the NZ. He didn't hear the second part. Sue cupped her hands. The wind actually died down. "HOT CARTOOF AND HOT PUSSY!" She screamed unintentionally. "Ohhh...uh...yeah." She chuckled. She grabbed Castors gloved hand and slowly guided him to the shack.

The machine continued to work, pulling up the soot, sludge, moon rocks, water and whatever else was at the bottom of the natural spring. Thr conveyor sorted the rocks, minerals and metals by size. The bin at the bottom analyzed and identied. The bin was filling quickly with NZ gold, coal, iron ore, copper, diamonds and other precious metals and materials. However, despite such riches the programming set up by Susan was dumping everything back into the ice.

The winds picked up causing the machine to shake, and ice to flow around like snow. The shack was shaking violently, but when the wind died, the metal shack still shook back and forth.

Inside the hierarchy of universal priorities between food, drink and sex were all but apparent. Susan Storm was on the small cot on all fours. Her coat, her hoodie, goggles and scarf remained in place. Her pants, thermal underwear and panties were crumpled around her boots. Behind her, Castor Gnawbarque had the same deal, most of his fluffy warm clothes remained, only his pants and thermals hung down by his ankles. He was pushing his hot black beaver cock into the humans pussy. Her ass in the air, his hands on her hips, Castor and Sue decided to forgo hot drink in favor of hot sex.

Sue's toes were curling in her thick socks and the heavy boots. "Ohhhh Bucky baby," she whimpered in lust. "You're hot cock feels soo good." She admitted, a more factual truth probably never uttered by her. His thick pole felt amazing. So hot was his cock and so hot was her sex that both gave off misty steam. Her head kept hitting the side of he shack with each deep thrust. "I wanna feel it Bucky," she begged. "I wanna feel your heat!" She told him.

Gnawbarque began picking up the pace of his fuck. "Of course my dear!" The short beaver alien assured her. His balls ached and he stabbed forward.

"Oh gods.....oh Bucky...I'm cumming!" She cried out. She felt the hot heat of his cum fill her love tunnel. "You're cumming with me...it's so wondeful!" She stated and shoved her pussy back so that her ass pushed into his abdomen. "Isn't it wonderful?" She asked.

Castor Gnawbarque felt the wonderful glee of fully impaling himself inside the human beauty as he came hard. "Indeed!" He agreed with his lover. Her held her still, cock jammed as far as it could go. Black beaver cock pumping purple alien cum into a tight pink human fuckhole.

Outside the wind howled almost drowning out the whirring noise of the auto-mining rig. The vacuum moved along the bottom of the water of the hot spring and was sucking up the surface of the moon. The machine was stripped down the surface into raw materials.

Inside the small heated shack, the two interspecies lovers had stripped down their weather gear and were lounging in the raw nude. Susan was buck naked by the stove adding Ootah Spices to her boiling Atatraxian Cartoof. Her nipples poked out, erect from the mix of artificial heat and the cold **** to get inside. Purple cum rolled from her pussy down her legs. The cum was so hot and fresh it steamed in the colder air.

Behind her, with her firm muscular large white ass right in his face, Castor waited for his hot drink. He had some Baluuran Whiskey to add in his hands. His black cock, slid up into its sheath hung between his furry legs.

"Give me the bottle," Susan insisted reaching back without looking. The beaver put the Whiskey in her hand. The blonde human popped the bottle open and poured a generous amount in the boiling pot. She then handed the bottle back behind her. The heroine turned entrepreneur took a sniff of her concoction. "Needs more." She pointed to her bag. "Bucky baby...grab the pink bag from our lugggage. Second zipper in the front pocket." She was stirring the pot.

Behind her, the nude beaver sifted through the bag until he found a pink bag. He looked at the orange dust. Tzin. The Tarkan businessman smiled. He could use a high. He handed the bag to Sue's from behind, coming up behind the beauty and kissing her shoulder. His cock pressed against her ass making her giggle. He was getting hard again, more black prick coming from his sheath.

She added a pinch of the narcotic. It was done. Susan poured to steaming cups. She handed Castor a cup and he say back down, his cock standing about five inches out. Susan sat on the cot and crossed her legs, her fucked pussy clear for Castor to see, purple dripping cum and all. As clear to see as Castor's cock was. The sight made Sue giggle when she sipped her hot cocoa...or the closest she could come to cocoa here. The Ootah Spices were akin to cinnamon so that helped.

"What's so funny," the beaverman asked his human paramour.

Her hand went out. She leaned down and jiggled his currently small cock with her hand. "Lil Bucky looks human." She laughed. "Like a lil bitty human dicky!" She joked.

Castor chugged his drink. He found it lacking booze so he reached over and grabbed the bottle he'd set on the table. He added another good amount and when Sue held her hand out he gave her some more as well. The beaver then sighed.

"What's wrong," Susan asked staring at him from behind the cup when she took a sip.

The beaver business owner didn't return her gaze. "My father would shut us down for this, all Beavertron NZ!"

It was the earth-girls turn to sigh. "You're always too worried about him." She took a hearty sip wanting to feel the effects of **** and booze. "He never approves of anything you do." She looked down. "He certainly does not approve of me."

Suddenly Castor felt sad. "That's not true."

Susan rolled her eyes. "He desperately wants your mate to be that badger girl." She huffed. "What's her name." She tensely began to bob her top foot.

"Eris!" Castor responded...too quickly. It got him a quick kick in the furry leg from his human partner. "She means nothing"

The blonde beauty assured Castor. "Once we find the gems, he'll respect me..." she leaned in and rubbed Castors arm. "And his son." Susan got up and poured more into her cup, she reached back and quickly received Castors cup without looking. More booze and more Tzin was added.

Sue sat back down, looking at Castor. She was staring and drinking. Once again she laughed.

"What now Susan?" He was getting annoyed.

She pointed behind him. To his large scaly beaver tail resting on the back of the seat. "You always hide it in suits or under you in bed. It's cute!" She admitted. She leaned in and rubbed it, eliciting an unwanted groan of pleasure from Castor. Though he didn't admit it, Sue believed he didn't like his tail. Just like his father.

Castor began talking business, specifislly how the shipping was going. The human was feeling the full effects of the alien booze and alien ****. Her eyes returned to the crotch of her beaver lover. Her dainty pink right foot came up and sank down onto the growing black prick. Castor grunted.

"I have a fun idea," Sue smiled with dreary red bloodshot eyes. "What if I use my powers to get us into that hotspring. For some naked fun." Her foot rubbed the veiny shaft between the legs of her suitor.

"No," Gnawbarque argued, "it's too dangerous," he was squirming under the touch of her foot, however.

She didn't let up moving her foot faster on the shaft causing more inches to emerge from the sheath. "Come on," Sue teased. "For such a horny big dicked little beaver you sure can be a buzz kill." She stood up and grabbed his webbed clawed paw-hand. "We're doing this...you owe me for Krysok!" She reminded him.

She dragged Castor to the door of the shack. He was resisting, but not very much. His cock was hard and ready. "You wanted to download our brains into robotic bodies just to experience sex as a robot Susan!" He reminded her of the crazy idea she'd had on the Hrollen world of robotic entities.

"Who wouldn't," she laughed. Susan put a strong forcefield around them at the door. "Grab my waist!" She asked. "Hold tight!" Obliging her request, the beaver pushed his nude body to Susan's. His dick slipped into her asscrack. "Someone's excited!" She chortled feeling a hard cock in her crack.

Sue Storm opened the door and immediately felt the blistering cold wind on her field. She already felt it freezing and could feel the air in the ****-bubble cool quickly. The wind whirled making it harder. Holding Castor's hands around her waist, she lifted them off the ground with her powers. The naked pair began floating down the icy path to the hot spring. Susan felt such cold that it hurt, but soon her field hit the outter area of the pool. She had a plan, and created a small igloo-like structure starting from the pool to vent the hot gases coming from the liquid water. It worked, and suddenly the field around then warmed. Her fears eased, and Susan became so hot she began to sweat. The outline of her field now became visible as hot steam rose from the form.

Castor held on, still not a fan of these uses of Susan's powers. The pair suddenly was over the dark water. Sue had apparently put and entire bubble around the whole pool. Castor knew this cause he could see the steam rise from the construct. He felt the warm water at his toes. Then his body sank down, legs enveloped by warm water. He found his ass hitting a sort of ice ledge. His feet dangled in the dark open water.

"That's nice" Susan said, not having to shout, since her field blocked the wind. Her own legs felt the warm water. Her ass sank down right onto Castor's lap, her crack still over his cock. "See," she said, her arms still keeping his hands around her waist. They gazed up at the stars in the darkness. "Beautiful!" She said softly.

"It always is," Castor Gnawbarque was looking at the gorgeous human in his lap. When she returned his gaze, she blushed, and her head came back and they kissed. A deep passionate kiss, black beaver lips on red human ones. Susan lifted herself up slightly, her right hand diving into the water. Castor felt the hand grab his hard cock. "Susan..." he broke the kiss and looked at the dark water.

She laughed. "There's nothing alive down there." She stated and eased herself down. Her hand helped guide the submerged cock to her pussy. Susan moaned in delight sliding herself down onto his cock in a modified reverse cowgirl. The wind blew against her field, but the heat from the water filled the semi-invisible construct. The sound of moving water filled the space now. Susan leanded back and turned her head to once again meet her lovers lips with her own. "Mmmmmm," she cooed into his mouth, her pussy sliding up on his prick when their tongues danced under the light of the stars.

The nervous beaver had to admit, this was quite enjoyable and relaxing. Warm water, hot pussy, and a nice buzz." His clawed left hand came up and cupped the human females large left breast. If someone was above looking down it would be a wide sight. A brown furred beaver holding a large tit, kissing a busty human female who bounced on his lap. His long sharp thumb claw and forefigner claw tweeked her nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned in the kiss at her nipple being twisted nicely. Susan began sinking all the way down on the prick and doing a circular motion. Up and down, up and down, slowly. Ever so slowly. They kissed and fucked, kissed and fucked and kissed and fucked for what felt like hours. Finally wanting more, Susan took her head from his, she bent forward and began to lift her hips up and come down harder on the cock. "I want it inside me again Bucky," she begged moving faster on his dick and with more ****. "I need the heat baby!" She whispered wantonly. The water started to splash wildly around her. She began slipping up and slamming down onto his thick hot black alien fuckpole. "Fuck it into me Bucky!" She was begging him now. "Fuck that purple hot Tarkan cum into me." She put her hands on her knees and began pounding herself on his prick. "Fill me with it...." she turned to look at him. "I want your beaver cum baby!" She whined.

"Aaaaaaahhh," the beaver grunted and released her tit. He held her down on his cock. It was time to give the slut what she wanted. He pushed his member up hard. "Yaaaas," he moaned his head in her back.

"Ohhh Bucky..." she smiled up to the sky. Her own orgasm mixed with his. "You're hot cum feels so good on cold nights." Her hips rotated on the dick. Swirling around trying to catch all the cum up into her cunt. She leaned back and his head came out from behind. The contrasting lovers again kissed. Sharing a wonderul orgasm. Their love juices sank into the water.

"MMMMMEEEEEEP!" A loud alarm came up from behind them. "MEEEEP!" It went off again.

Susan and Castor turned to see flashing red lights on the mining machine. "What's that?" Castor asked.

Susan shrugged, still sitting on his cock. "No idea...but it's a cock block," she complained. "We'll have to put our gear back on!" She sighed. It meant another harrowing adventure naked, using her powers in the cold. Instead, she has an idea. She used her powers to make the shack invisivle. One by one she pulled out the gear they needed, including towels. She created a platform to dry off and change above the pool. It tool quite some time to fix it all together and dress. The alarm would not let up.

The girl slid her glasses on and wrapped a Borer pelt around her face. "Is it colder in here?" She finally asked, feeling as though her ****-igloo wasn't as warm.

"No idea," Castor answered. He was more than bundled up.

When they were ready after almost an hour, Susan dropped the field and put them on the hard ice. The pair walked the path up to the mining device. Red alarm lights twisted from the top. Susan glanced behind them to see the water stopped steaming. They reached the device and Susan huffed, "It's probably your fucking thick ass purple cum in the tube and the machine." She honestly believed this. But when she reached the computer interface next to the generator, Susan's eyes went wide. The wind picked up, but Sue kept jumping up and down. "We did it!" She raced over, almost falling, to the collection pan. On the ground was piles of gold and diamonds. It made Castor wince in pain to see. But Sue held up a vial, glowing with a pink gem. "I told you!"

She was right. A Vonsalvant crystal. About the size of a pencil eraser on Earth or Tarkan. Enough to power Earth, Tarkan, Halfworld and Daggett's World all together for two years. The machine had capped it off in a power dampening metal container. One used to handle cosmic control rods in the NZ.

An overjoyed Susan and Castor embraced. This would change everything. They collected the sample, turned off the machine and made there way back to the shack.

Down the path the hotspring was almost completely frozen over. The power source that created the pool, now gone and contained. The temperature of the already cold moon began to drop. Not even slight sunlight from Vashom's dwarf Negative Star could stop what was happening.

As the hours past, the machine began to crack from being in a frozen solid state. In fact, the moon, which was just an comet in Vashoms orbit began to crack deep inside its core. Small quakes became bigger ones as the entire rock froze through and began to crumble under its own weight.

Long ago, the light in the shack had gone dim. Only the smoke from the stove and light from its hearth could be seen outside.

Inside the hutt, little light lit the room. Fire embers flickered in the stove, a glowing red light on the extra heater, and Mantracoran candles Sue had lit to add to the ambience. The small cot, made for one was occupied by two. It creaked in the low light. Susan was under warm thick blanket fully nude and on top of Castor Gnawbarque riding his cock slowly. His claws were on her breasts pinching her nipples as she liked. Her slow hips motions up and down added to her feeling of being filled. She kept bending down to kiss her lover.

Both were high, both were drunk, and both were exhausted. One last wonderful release before blissful sleep. Bucky Gnawbarque was a tremendous lover, Sue thought riding his cock. A passionate explorer of her body and her sex like Reed once was, and an unquenchable libido like Rocket once was. An eager beaver with a big ass dick, she'd joke. She was feeling quite wonderful and as usual with Bucky, she lost count of her orgasms.

Their shared body heat under the blanket masked the growing cold. Both heard the cracking ice and felt the rumbles, but in the middle of drunken sex, no one cared.

Sue was soon to cum, her eyes closed, "I want it once more baby," she whispered running her hand through her blonde hair wet with sweat, steam from the stove, and water from the pool. "I want your hot beaver cum!" She begged. "FILL ME BUCKY....OHHH BUCKKYYY!" She moaned loudly cumming hard. Something was different. Something was much different. Susan didn't feel the high of the orgasm like she normally did. Instead of floating, she felt like she was falling,. Like a roller coaster. But it didn't stop. So Susan opened her eyes.

She was falling. Fast. Her pussy was squirting and the juices flew up behind her as she fell. Beneath her Castor was falling backwards reaching up to her with his paw. The beavermans cock flapped in the wind cum flying everywhich way. Around them equipment and ice fell. The moon had broken up. Sue realized suddenly they'd taken the moons heating source. She looked for the vial containing the gem. But only momentarily. She had to save them.

Susan used her powers to stop their drop. With a thud she slapped down on her falling lover. She was sitting in Castor's lap suddenly hands outstretched working her skills to save them.

Apparently Vashom had an atmosphere, so she placed a field under Castor, but it quickly began to burn. Her head felt the heat. Quickly she brought pieces of the shack, their equipment and the mining equipment between them and the atmosphere and then around them. The metal began to heat and burn up. Using her wits she moved ice to barricade the metal further and seal them inside the makeshift cradt. The ice cracked and melted and hissed. More and more she piled between them, until it seemed the entire moon was bracing their entry.

Sue was luckily seasoned space pilot at this point, she knew the angle they needed to come in at. Almost sledding into the atmosphere. She steered them as best she could to skip along the atmospheres reentry level.

Castor was afraid but he looked up to see Sue smiling, her hair whipping back as they fell. She sat up off his prick, which was still hard from fucking only moments ago. The beaver waved his paws at her sensing what she wanted with that devilish look in her eyes. "STOP!" He shrieked. He felt an invisible hand on his cock. It's tip now somehow directly under Sue's love-hole which sprayed liquid back up behind them into the air sizzling as it burned up.

But Susan was determined for this new feat of sexual conquest. She shook her head, "NOOO!" She answered her lover and sat her pussy onto the cock. She began to bounce on the cock hitting the re-entry point causing her to slam down impaling herself on the beavers cock. The heat and cold around them mixed with the pleasure. They weren't joining the mile high club. They were starting the 6,000 mile high club. Susan couldn't really move much more than rotating her hips. The g-**** smashed lovers together. The beavers cock stuck up inside the human cunt unable to move due to physics.

It was the bumping of the ride that caused the sex to continue. The rumbling and banging moved the cock around inside Susan. "Ohhhhh gaaaaaawds!" She shouted as an orgasm racked her body. She tried to smile but her mouth flung back. She smashed it onto Castor's who had a similar g-**** problem.

The ride began to become less bumpy. Sue's body began to move and her hips drove up and down once more. Their faces began to take normal shape, and Susan began to cackle. They had survived a planetary reentry, without a ship, while having sex. That had to be a first.

Castor was fearing for his life even as the ride began to slow. "We're gonna die! This is it!" He shouted. They were falling at a slower rate now. Still fast.

"You're fine Bucky baby" Sue laughed and brought Castor's paws to her tits and held them there to calm him. She rotated her hips still stuck on his cock, but now of her own choice. She went back to bouncing and bouncing. Susan came once more, her pussy juices floating behind them or above them now. She rolled off Castor. But she wasn't done. They fell slower. Susan was about to deploy an invisible parachute soon. Before she did she began to jerk Castor off on the Invisible platform she'd created. The makeshift ship was gone, now burnt up. She'd let the material go.

"Susan stop!" Castor pleaded feeling his cock being pulled. But she didn't. And falling and falling she jerked him off until he grunted and came hard.

Susan Storm maniacally laughed watching purple cum fly up into the air. Finally she pulled the cord on her inviso-shute. She rolled back onto her lover and leaned down to kiss him. He just responded by grabbing her ass and returning the kiss. For all the fear, that was a great experience for both.

They floated slowly to the ground, Susan on top, kissing him. When they finally hit the dirt. Susan noted they landed on a farm. She sat up. Slapped Castor in the stomach. "Unihabited my ass!" Sue laughed.

"Where do we go?" Castor asked looking up at the naked beauty. She pushed his head towards a mountain range. A large plume of smoke came up.

"Nothing but the crystal survived that!" She nodded.

The pair stood up and walked away, holding hands, naked.

Primitive, diminutive gray aliens watched in awe from a small city.

Sky God's had fallen. Naked Sky God's.

"We just fucked on reentry Bucky." Sue said. "That has to be a first!"