Paste and Honey Issue 1: Life Aboard a Starship!

Susan awoke in the bed slowly. As her eyes adjusted, fear crept over her body. Where am I? Her eyes shot open to see the thick blue curtains of a quaint home, far different than the dank and drab motif of a spaceship. That's where she had been the past few days, on a spaceship. Was that right? Or had it been weeks? She whipped her head to the side and saw a large open bathroom whose interior looked vaguely familiar. The bathroom was neat and everything was in its place, right down to bottles of creams and lotions alphabetized. It was very familiar but she felt uncomfortable at the image of this bathroom. It made her cringe and she couldn't figure why.

As she scanned the room, the growing sense of familiarity began to bring her from the haze. THIS....THIS is home, not some spaceship. How had she returned to the Baxter Building of all places. Had everything been a dream? A sex fueled dream? Nervously, she pushed the man next to her. “Petie!” She called out the name loudly, not sure why she'd said that name in particular. Her mind was still fuzzy. The man grumbled, but didn't move. “PETER!” She pushed him harder.

The slender man rolled over, and smiled at her in the morning light. “Are you have dreams about Spiderman Sue?” The face of a yawning Reed Richards greeted his wife.

“REED?” The Invisible Woman jumped back defensively, as confusion filled her body. This didn't seem right to her. She looked down to see her old blue nightgown under the covers. Was this right? It didn't feel right?

“Is everything alright Susan?” Reed asked, the bed moved as he got out and stood at the side. He threw a shirt over his slender body.

As she looked over her husband's small, but fit frame, she thought how off even that was to her. Surely this is how he always looked. Get it together Sue, she mumbled to herself. She reached over as Reed pulled the shirt down, and grabbed her husband's bulge. Did it seem small? This was Reed Richards, she had seen his cock...ahem...penis thousands of times before. She began to unfasten the same old blue striped sleeping trousers he always wore. Why did even they seem out of place?

“Sue,” Reed looked down at his wife. “I don't have time for this, I have to get back into the Positive Zone lab immediately to figure out what happened to you.” He grabbed her hand and stopped her.

Positive Zone? That couldn't be right. For some reason, Sue fought against Reed's firm hand. She wanted sex, no she needed it. Fucking...ahem....sex in the morning seemed the only thing that made sense in all of this. “Sue,” Reed again spoke flatly to her. “What has gotten into you?”

“Just please Reed, I need to,” She begged, ripping apart the tie in his trousers, “I need this”. She rubbed his bulge and felt it move, when she pulled the waistline down, his limp circumcised cock flopped down before her. It looked like a pencil. That certainly wasn't right. Sue shook her head. “No” she cried out “no this isn't right this isn't right!” Again, a wave of fear crashed over her. Her hand reached for the strange unfamiliar phallus. She gripped the shaft and began to jerk it. She gasped as she jerked the flaccid cock. It seemed to stretch further out of his body. Still flaccid like a noodle, but now a foot long.

“You're not being efficient Susan!” Reed reprimanded her like one of his college student interns messing up a lab experiment.

“NO!” Sue shouted as she pulled on the noodle-like cock as it began to unfurl from his body. She pulled and pulled. It wouldn't get hard. It couldn't. “THIS IS ALL WRONG!” Sue began to sweat and her heart pounded. Reed seemed ten feet away now as his cock rolled into a pile on the floor. The flaccid noodle penis began wrapping around her arm. The circumcised tip creaped up her arm, and Sue tried to pull away, frightened by the strange looking pencil dick.

“NO PLEASE! NO I DON'T WANT THAT!” She screamed as it moved up her arm and snaked around her neck. “GET IT AWAY FROM ME!”

“Is that what Spiderman's looks like?” Reed called, his body across the room now as the body of the pencil thin member twisted all over the floor writhing like a snake.

Sue craned her head as Reed again mentioned Spiderman as she fought the pencil dick snake that was attempting to enter her mouth. “Why do you keep saying Spiderman's name?” The idea that she would call out the wimp Peter Parker's name in any manner was ludicrous.

Reed cackled his form now dark and far away, “Who else would it be. The only other Peter we know is …..”

Sue awoke with a start. She held her temple and felt the beads of sweat on her head. Her eyes focused on the metal beams up above. She recognized the cold and uninviting ceiling of her room on the ship Gideon's Salvation, or the Starship GS as it was jokingly called. She breathed a deep sigh of relief. Her hand lifted the small gray covers and she huffed again, seeing her nude form.

It was just a dream, she realized. Just a horrible nightmare. Her eyes again looked under the covers to see the muscular body with multiple tattoos that she recognized immediately. Then her eyes took in the sight of the uncircumcised meat, hard as ever, and crusted with her own juices from the night before. “I'd recognize that cock anywhere,” her head snuck under the covers.

Meanwhile Peter Petrusky, the Trapster was fighting the Fantastic Four. He was charging after the Wizard, he couldn't see the other members of the Frightful Four and didn't recall who was on the team. That was weird. It seemed wrong at that moment.

This time he got lucky and sparred with the lovely Sue Storm, which seemed more than right. He easily cornered the Invisible Woman against a wall. She didn't seem afraid. She stood there as if awaiting instructions. He raised his paste gun to “glue” her to the wall. That didn't seem right. The Trapster looked over her beautiful face and long blonde hair. It made him do a double take. Was that right? He then scanned down to her ample bosom. That WAS accurate, he had no doubt about that. All Trapster did next was smile and click his fingers. “KNEES!” He told her, and he watched her do as commanded as if she were transfixed by his words. She sank to her knees and began to unzip the blue uniform, exposing her busty cleavage. Did the Fantastic Four have zippers in the front. He couldn't recall. He felt her mouth lick his tip, and then take it inside. It felt amazing. Damn, he thought, really amazing. Fantastic even. The warm mouth around his “gun” felt all too familiar.

He awoke quickly to see the gray sheets moving as if a ghost were in the bed. As Trapster felt Sue eagerly blowing his morning wood, he smiled. She was not wasting a second sucking as much as she could down her throat. Real life was better than any dream.

Travers, the leader of the X-Explorers and captain of the ship walked down the hall. His boots gave a “thunk” as he moved quickly towards Petrusky's room. Like always, Trapster was late. It had gotten worse lately, since Trapster freed that sex-**** Honey. Though he didn't like her, Trapster insisted she join up and be allowed to return to Earth. He made them agree in writing on a new contract. Though she had her own room, she spent almost all her time in Petrusky's quarters. In fact, she followed him like a puppy dog. Must be the life of a ****. Even Travers had to admit the girl WAS a looker. She was a diamond among the rough when it came to the females on this ship. Scientists , engineers, and geologists weren't the sexiest bunch. Still there were time constraints. Briefings had to be done daily. He reached the outer door to Petrusky's room and moved his head close.

“OH FUCK! OH YES! OH PETIE!” He heard the girl moaning. As she did every morning.

This couple was noisy. The banging of the bed frame against the metal floor was causing complaints on the lower decks. He beat the door twice and heard the commotion stop.

“WHAT IS IT!” The Trapster called from the room.

Travers clenched his fist. “COME ON PETRUSKY YOU'RE LATE! LET'S GO!”

“Ten minutes!” Trapster yelled back. “I'll be there in ten minutes!”

Travers was livid. “NOW PETRUSKY! LET'S GO!”

The girl shouted from inside the room. “GIVE US FUCKING TEN MINUTES YOU DIPSHIT!”

Defeated, and a little scared by her tone, he walked off. “FINE! HURRY UP!” He was still shocked to hear that at times the girl's southern accent seemed to disappear. If it were any other endeavor, he might ask questions. But out here, doing what they were doing, the crew wasn't the most honest about any of their pasts.

Inside the living quarters, Trapster was above Sue, his cock in his hand. “I think he's gone,” he said and pushed his fat dick inside Sue's waiting wet snatch. He had no time to waste. A good fuck, a quick shower, and then the briefing. He was never going to pass up these mornings for briefings. He was not so much surprised that he was getting the chance to fuck Susan Storm, as in his mind he was always going to get that chance. He just needed to wait for the right opportunity. Then when it presented itself as he knew it would, he jumped right on it, or more like her. He was amazed at after all had done here in the zone, and before at how tight her pussy still was. Mr. Fantastic, ol' stretcho himself must not have put in the work. He could tell by her moans and gyrations against his body, that he was more than right. He loved these quickies in the morning where he just jack-hammered her hard down into the bed. They got a dozen noise complaints, and Peter paid the fines with a smile.

Sue felt his cock pumping in and out of her hard and fast. She could barely hang on. Her legs were wrapped around his, and her arms around his broad shoulders as her hips humped up to get all of him inside her. His dick seemed to scratch every womanly itch. She was kissing his ear and nibbling on it, in between moans. “OH GOD! OH FUCK ME PETIE!” She slammed her pussy against him, taking his cock deep. Her walls clung around and clasped his shaft as she spasmed in orgasm. “YOU FUCK ME SOOOO GOOD!”

It was all so much different than her past lovers. Sluggo was just a fuck. The others were just fun. Sex with Reed seemed like a chore in comparison. There was a passion to this sex that surprised Sue. Right then, they were under the covers. Trapster's ass poked up each time as he pulled out and speared down again. When was the last time she had fucked a guy under the covers. Maybe with Reed. How long ago was that? Months now. Actually, Sue told herself, not even a full day back on Earth. She figured it was only 3 in the morning back home.

Honeypot felt Trapster's cock jerk inside her. She felt his hot seed enter her womb. The heat and the sensation caused her to orgasm again, and her head fell back. Her mouth hung open as her hips arched up off the bed. Trapster dropped his mouth over hers and they kissed deeply as he fucked his cum up into her.

They laid like that catching their breath and kissing for a minute. Peter finally pulled out and rolled off. His cock was beginning to limp and dripping cum. It was vastly different than the noodle nightmare, Sue joked to herself. “Fantastic,” Sue joked softy as she felt the high of wonderful sex begin to crest.

She grabbed a pack of smokes of the metal nightstand, lit one and handed it to Peter. He took a drag and walked to the bathroom. She watched him pee and smoke as he rubbed the sweat from sex off his bald head. Such a fucking stud, Sue told herself. She lit her own smoke and laid back in bed with a contented smile. Well fucked, and wide awake, she was ready for the day. How could a woman ever live a life where each morning wasn't like this? How had she ever done so? She felt Trapster's cum seeping from her cunt. She'd have to put an order in for new sheets. Again. As always.

Also, she would need to talk to the Doc about more birth control. Luckily, when she first arrived they did a full work-up on her in the med-bay. No diseases, no STDS, no issues from her previous time as a ****. She had requested birth control within ten minutes of meeting Doctor Svenson, or Doc Diamond as Sue eventually called him. Since this endeavor was about precious metals, she gave them all pet names based off minerals.

“I would think as a former sex-**** the last thing on your mind is sex?” The Doc had told her.

Sue remembered pointing to the Trapster who was talking to other N-Explorers outside the med-bay. “Uh..dahlin, that stud right there is gonna be WRECKING MY SHIT in unda an hour!”

Now she was almost out of pills. She'd hit the med-bay up during the briefing, after breakfast. Sue took a drag off a smoke and looked to the wall. On the wall was a picture of herself as the Invisible Woman. It was a promotional photo, the kind she used to sign for fans. At the bottom, in Sue's own signature was “Pastey! I'm YOUR number one fan!” It was a running joke on the Starship GS that Peter had written that himself. Trapster insisted that he had “intimate” knowledge of THE Susan Richards.

Sue recalled a time down in the “Gold Bar”. It was the lounge with a bar stocked with ****, where the crew hung out on downtime. A young physicist Sue called Mica had gibed Petrusky about his claims, saying the Invisible Woman wasn't even in the same “universe” as he put let alone “league” as the lowly Trapster.

“Listen Pete,” Mica said feeling the effects of confidence building tequila. “I'll give you that you can score some hot tail!” He pointed to Honeypot who was smoking a cigarette in Trapster's lap, and sharing it with him. “But they're all bimbos!”

Sue recalled how she initially glared him down, but stopped herself. “Excuse me?”

Mica continued, “I mean, no offense but you are kind of a bimbo!”

Sue turned to Trapster with a playful look and open mouth. “GILTY AS CHARGED!” She retorted and everyone in attendance laughed. Only two people got the inside joke.

The young scientist finished his argument. “I'm just saying you WOULD never have a shot with Susan Richards!”

The former blonde heroine, now sporting pink hair looked over at Mica, then back to Petrusky. “I'll tell you what, if that goody-two-shoes was heaah hon, I have NO doubt....NOT ONE DOUBT...she'd be going down on this stud by midnight!” Everyone laughed again.

It was Trapster who got the last laugh that night, as Susan Richards in fact blew him at midnight.

Honeypot Pink rolled the sheets off her body, admiring how firm and fit she kept herself. She stood off the side of the bed, letting Petrusky's cum dribble down her legs. She took a deep haul of her smoke as it burned to the filter. She put out the dying cigarette in an ashtray that was more than full of spent butts. The room reeked of smoke and ****, and weed. It wasn't much of a room. Just a bed, a couch next to it, with a nightstand in between. There was a table in front of the couch with another ashtray filled to the brim and a myriad of **** bottles; Tequila, Whiskey, Vodka, and strange alien concoctions from different planetoids. Across from that was a flat screen TV that was receiving a local transmission from some podunk planet. It wasn't much, but Sue was growing fond of the small living space.

The bathroom was quite large, but not so much for two people. Sue's bras, panties and make-up were all over the place. The tub and shower were enough to fit two. They found that out quite early on. When she surveyed the drab silver metallic bathroom she felt comfort. It was a vast difference from how the nightmare had made her feel.

Trapster smacked her ass as she walked past him and got into the shower. He rubbed his bald head with a towel and his hooded cock bobbed as he moved. It still made her giggle seeing the strangely shaped cock that gave her so much pleasure. Clearly Petrusky approved of her pert ass. He leered over her body as if they hadn't just fucked like rabbits. It made her feel like a schoolgirl dating for the first time again. The warm water ran over her taut form. She gave Peter a show while he shaved as she soaped up her long legs. She had all the time in the world to exercise, as daily briefings were for “egg heads” and “the REAL muscle” as Sue joked. Not for “bimbos” like her.

Trapster got into his purple and yellow outfit. This meant Sue had to match, well not really, but she felt the need to. She grabbed one of the outfits that Eugene “Geode Gene” Strausser the technician from Damage Control had made her. Many employees from “Damage Control” including engineers and mechanics were contracted for this illegal endeavor. She knew the group never had a problem with morally dubious undertakings. The techs had made her several at her request. It took some extra cash from their cut of the profits, and a little of the Honeypot magic.

Today's outfit was a two piece. A purple top, that cut a very revealing deep “v” over her ample cleavage, leaving little to the imagination. It was linked by yellow metal hooks that could barely contain the large bust under them. The top connected to the tight purple pants by an oval ring. The material was made of “unstable molecules”. It made Sue angry that they were using her husband's technology for their own nefarious side projects. He needs to pay more attention, Sue had told herself, in more ways than one. The outfits were modified to allow them to change due to need and environment. Sue could press a button, and the long tight purple legs would recede into a skirt of varying lengths, a modification Sue requested herself. If there was a need to go outside the ship, onto a planet or into the Negative Zone's version of space, the button could transform the suit into a denser fabric to protect from radiation of temperature fluctuations. Sue had several versions of differing colors, which largely depended on what the Trapster chose to wear, be it purple and yellow, maroon and yellow, red, brown and gold, or gold and yellow. The suits and costumes were strewn about the room, intermixed with Trapster's own.

Next, she put on her yellow boots. These were not so sexy, more work boot than feminine boot. She had heels, but she didn't feel like walking around constantly in heels, especially if a mission was coming up. She pulled on her yellow arm bands, where she could attach her own glue guns. She fastened her yellow spiked collar cover to hide the control collar. She had matching spiked bracelets. Her pink hair was short on the sides, with the long part on the top, so she rarely needed to do much with it. A swatch of purple mixed with the pink accentuated her mohawk. She pulled the long hair back, and secured it, giving her a pink and purple wave in the front. Content with her outfit, she helped Peter secure the hooks on his own outfit, and admired in the mirror how much they matched. Paste and Honey.

The pair walked out the room and down the hall. Travers was waiting near the bridge with Vasquez, another N-explorer mercenary. The “Big Boss Boron Moron” as Sue called Travers looked quickly over to her. She pointed in the other direction. “I know,” Sue called walking past the bridge and towards the dining hall, “I know briefings are for the boys.” She turned back to Traptser and waved, “After the morning brief...” she made a blowjob motion with her hand. “I want some sausage for breakfast.” She winked at them and headed off.