The Amazing Tales of Wildcat Arrows (14 page)

Lucky noticed that the surface of the android's palms were slightly rough. Not perfectly smooth as she would have thought. As a result, the incredible massage was soothing, yet stimulating at the same time.

Once again she marvelled at how his designer had thought of everything.

His designer
. Slick wasn't human!

Lucky wondered how she was going to go through with this. She had never been one who went for 'toys' in the bedroom.

Well, survival often changed one's perspective on the deal. Case in point: here she was canoodling with one
elaborate
sex toy.

Go figure the weirdness of life.

"
THE TIME TO DESTRUCTION IS NOW THIRTY-FOUR POINT NINE MINUTES
."

Both of Lucky and Kerreth broke off from one another to yell at Minmei. "
Shut up
!"

Kerreth recaptured her mouth, taking the opportunity to suckle on her slightly pouty lower lip. He groaned at her lush taste.

"
Red
," his breath was hot and ragged. "Red… you are so sweet. I never would have imagined—"

The rest of his words were lost because Lucky had caught his fire; she began kissing him senseless.

They were two strangers thrown together by sheer chance discovering they liked each other just fine. Kerreth was crazy about her 'feel'. Lucky was going crazy that she was going crazy over the touch of an android!

What could come of it?

Kerreth's palms skimmed down her lower back to slide over her buttocks. If nothing else, he was getting his handful this one time!

He unabashedly clutched the rounded globes in each hand and kneaded himself into an extreme state of arousal. Not thinking, he pressed himself into her. And throbbed.

He could feel the blood coursing through his groin with a heavy beat.
Thud thud thud
. It matched the beat of his heart.

Lucky stopped stroking Kerreth's chest to slip her fingers below his waist, beneath the zipcro edge. They tangled in the musky curls she discovered. Her knuckles skimmed against a portion of hard, steely length.

He was velvety smooth, yet rigid as stone.

Lucky's fingertips pressed the underside in a fluttery caress.

His synapses exploded.

Kerreth shivered. Blinked. Came to his senses.

He put his hand firmly over hers to still her action.

"What-what are you doing?" she gasped, shocked.

"This isn't right, Red. We have to stop."

"What are you saying?"

"Now. Before it is too late and we both regret it."

"Huh?" Lucky gawked at him, dumbfounded. "Slick, have your circuits fried or something? We
have
to go on. And quickly at that!"

Kerreth took a deep breath. "Listen, I'm losing control and that is not a good sign—"

"It is a great sign! That is just what we are trying to do to you! Didn't you hear what Minmei said?"

His nostrils flared in annoyance and frustration. "I don't mean I'm losing
that kind
of control—I mean I'm losing
my
control!"

Crinkling her nose, Lucky grinned up at him rather impishly. "Wow. I didn't know I had it in me. Cool."

Despite (or because of) the insane situation, Kerreth pinched the bridge of his nose and chuckled. "Oh, I'd say you have a lot more than that going for you."

She beamed. "Really?"

"Really. But seriously, Red, there is something I have to tell you now, before we—Well, truthfully we can't… that is, we could, but you probably won't want to after I…"

Lucky rubbed her forehead. "Ugh! You're giving me a headache! Are all androids this chatty? Just say it so we can get on with it!" She paused to give him an appropriately wounded look. "You're killing my mood here, Slick."

"That's not a bad thing. Considering…" He took a deep breath and plowed on. "I can't go through with this. I
won't
go through with this."

"But-but why?"

He shrugged. "I don't feel right about it."

"You don't feel right about it?"

"No."

She had no idea what to say. He had completely flustered her. Was this some kind of shy program she was suppose to overcome? The big lug probably had all kinds of role-playing programs to initiate in different situations in order to please his endusers. No telling.

Once again—true to her name—she had spun the dice and come up with 'the reluctant school boy' sequence or something equally weirdo! At least she didn't get the mullethead construction worker program.

"Hey, aren't you designed to do this very thing, Slick? What is the big deal?"

" I am not designed to do this. In this way, at least." He tried to find an alternate excuse before putting his head in a tighter noose than it already was. "Listen, there is no… mood scenery… or… or…"

"Slick." She put her hands on her hips. "We don't have time for that. You're going to blow in—"

"
THIRTY-THREE POINT SEVEN MINUTES
."

" No. I'm not. That's what I've been trying to tell you." He exhaled and decided to give it up to the
Sugarbabe
. "Please, don't get the wrong idea. I want you to know that I've enjoyed what we just did—I just can't go further in good conscience—which is really strange because I never knew I had a conscience when it came to this—which just goes to show that life is full of surp—"

Lucky snorted. "You are babbling. Minmei, could some of his functions be frying because we are getting close to critical radius?"

"
AFFIRMATIVE. HE IS BECOMING IRRATIONAL AS THE CIRCUITS HEAT UP IN HIS GROIN
."

"I am
not
becoming irrational! Listen to me; I am not a Masterstroke 6000! I am sorry to tell you this, but my name actually is—"

"HE IS TRYING TO REASSURE HIMSELF THAT HE IS STILL FUNCTIONING PROPERLY. POOR SLOWHAND-SAN. TEE-HEE-HEE. HIS AI IS STARTING TO CORRUPT AS A SIDE EFFECT OF REACHING CRITICAL RADIUS WHEN HIS PRIMAL FUNCTIONS WILL BE FULLY ENGAGED. PAY NO ATTENTION TO WHAT HE SAYS. MISS LUCKY. HE IS ALREADY IN COUNT DOWN MODE. YOU MUST ENFORCE HIS DIRECTIVE BY ANY MEANS. THERE IS THIRTY-TWO POINT TWO MINUTES UNTIL INITIATION SEQUENCE."

Kerreth rolled his eyes and shook his head no.

"Gotcha." She picked up a crazer and pointed it at his groin. "Strip 'em. Or I'll start the stir-fry myself."

Kerreth gritted his teeth. "Are you not listening to me?!"

"Not any more. Lets go." She grabbed his hand and tugged him onto the bed. "We have to be quick now. No time for anything else."

"I am not doing this! That excuse for a computer doesn't know what its talking about! Where did you get that thing? At the Tonky Honk junkyards?"

Lucky's nostrils flared. It was one thing for her to insult Minmei—quite another for anyone who wasn't part of the crew.

"Just because she doesn't have all the bells and whistles doesn't mean she isn't good. She's—she's great!"

"THANK YOU, MISS LUCKY. I THINK YOU'RE GREAT TOO."

Kerreth slapped his forehead. They were all insane. "I am not going to make love to you. At least not like this."

"
THERE IS NOW THIRTY MINUTES UNTIL DETONATION. I AM GOING INTO SELF-PRESERVATION MODE. TEE-HEE-HEE
."

"Oh-oh."

"What?" Kerreth looked back and forth from Lucky to the ceiling from whence an invisible Minmei spoke. "What does she mean 'self-preservation mode'?"

"If you do not disengage, she's gonna blow us up herself."

"What the—!"

"I AM PROGRAMMED TO PROTECT LIFE WHENEVER POSSIBLE. THERE IS NOW A STRONG POSSIBILITY THAT YOUR GONAD DETONATION (JILL AFFECT A NEARBY SPACE STATION ON WHICH 3.5 LIFE FORMS EXIST. I CANNOT ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN. THEREFORE, I HAVE CALCULATED THAT I MUST MOVE YOUR POTENTIAL EXPLOSION SEQUENCE UP BY ONE MINUTE. THIS WILL ALLOW SUFFICIENT DISTANCE BETWEEN THE BLAST ZONE AND THE SPACE STATION TO ENSURE THE CONTINUATION OF THOSE LIFE FORMS."

Kerreth paled. "Is she saying what I think she's saying?"

"Yeah. We just lost a minute in our quest to get you crazy in lust."

Kerreth ran his hands through his hair. "This cannot be happening."

"Well, it wouldn't be if you just went with the program."

He squinted at her. "What program is that?"

"Let's just say I'm not the one who has the nutnukes."

"Stop. That. Program. I am not—"

Minmei did not let him finish.

"I CANNOT, SLOWHAND-SAN. ONCE ENGAGED, THE PROGRAM CANNOT BE OVERRIDDEN UNLESS THE CONDITIONS TO ABORT HAVE BEEN MET."

"Meaning?"

"MEANING YOU MUST DIFFUSE YOUR OWN BOMB BY THE METHODS WE HAVE DESCRIBED FIRST."

"There isn't any bomb!" he shouted.

"THAT DOES NOT COMPUTE. I ASSURE YOU THERE IS A BOMB CONCEALED WITHIN YOUR TITANIUM CROTCH POCKET. THE FACT THAT YOUR AI IS UNAWARE OF THIS SEEMS TO BE A PART OF YOUR PROGRAMMING. THIS IS LOGICAL. IF THE MASTERSTROKES WERE TOLD OF THE FAILSAFE, THERE WOULD BE A HIGH PROBABILITY THAT SUCH KNOWLEDGE WOULD CREATE AN INTERNAL CONFLICT AND IMPEDE THEIR PERFORMANCE."

That smug, yet totally whacked computer was starting to really irritate him. "Look, Minmei, for the last time, I am not—"

"TIME TO INTERNAL BLAST IS TWENTY-FOUR POINT TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES. I AM LOCKED AND LOADED. PLEASE DO NOT
MAKE ME DESTROY MYSELF."

"Can she be talked out of this?"

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"It's a shtick."

He groaned.

"Look, can we at least agree to try to save the others on the ship and settle this… this delusion of yours later? We seemed to be enjoying ourselves before. Let's just give it our best and see what happens. It's all we can do."

He raised up on his elbows as she sat on the bed. "Do not even think to use calm reasoning on me when this entire ship belongs under the care of Dr. Boateh."

Dr. Boateh was a renowned psycho-realist who ran a famous mental institution on MukLuk. Lucky narrowed her eyes at him.

"So, you'll just let us die?"

He was beat and knew it.

In the strangest twist that had ever hit the sails of rogues anywhere, he was being forced to make love to a woman so his balls didn't explode.

After which, said woman—and/or her notorious brother—would kill him anyway.

If that didn't qualify for a bad day—he was not sure what did.

"Shit. C'mere." Kerreth grabbed her in armlock and tumbled over, stopping the roll with him on top.

"Just try and relax, Slick. But be sure to get excited at the same time." She gave him an encouraging nod.

He snorted. "Nothing like a little pressure on a guy."

His lean hips wriggled out of the rest of the jumpsuit.

"Remember, you're a masterstroke 6000. You can do this."

"Pride in the brand. Give me your mouth."

Lucky lifted her chin and misquoted SpinDrift who had misquoted another quote. "It is a far better thing you are about to do, then would be if you didn't do it at all."

He placed his hands on her shoulders. "That makes no sense."

She gave him a peculiar look. "You don't understand it?"

"Hey, the Masterstroke 6000 is knowledgeable in over 6000 ways to make love. You want understanding too?"

"Well, Ghandi also knew how to weave cloth."

"You're logic is very hard to follow."

"
CAPTAIN ARROWS CLAIMS THE SAME
."

"Butt out, Minmei!" Lucky snapped at the irksome computer.

"HIS TERM FOR ILLOGICAL IS WHACKED."

"Minmei!"

Kerreth threw back his head suddenly and roared with laughter at the absurdity of the entire situation. "You know, I can't remember when I've had this much fun." His dark golden eyes twinkled with mirth. "Listen, sweet Red, when you think of this—and you will—please be kind."

"THE TIME TO GONAD EXPLOSION IS TWENTY-TWO POINT FOUR MINUTES."

"You will enjoy yourself. I promise." While he wasn't sure he knew six thousand ways of making love, Kerreth was reasonably confident he knew
almost
that many.

In his line of work, it all came down to creativity.

Such creativity lent itself to many areas. If this gorgeous redhead was willing to play out the script, he'd show her a great denouement.

So Kerreth began to make love to her as if his life depended on it.

And, of course, it did.

He wasted no time on gentle preliminaries. His plan of attack was to hit her senses with an all out assault.

He slid his leg between her thighs. The red curls at her juncture were damp from their prior kisses, but she wasn't nearly wet enough.
How much time did they have
?

A sheen of sweat dotted his brow.

Kerreth grabbed her ankles, flipped himself over, and proceeded to go down on her like no one had ever gone down on anyone in their lives. He swept his tongue over her in fast, long laps, licking up the juices that started to flow. With every sweep, he expertly flicked her clitoris.

With the first touch of his tongue, Lucky clenched his shoulders. Gasping in shock, she almost bolted off the bed. "Holy crap! Do you have to do
that
?" she squealed.

He raised his head slightly. "Do you want the whole package delivered or just the wrapping?" he intoned dryly.

"Um… but…
oh
!" He didn't wait for her response. His teeth scraped against her mound. She reeled off the bed again.

"Mmmm, you are delicious, Red." Kerreth was already stimulated by this sample of her. "I wish I had more time to do this."

His fingertips skimmed the rim of her earlobe, leaving intoxicating sensations in their wake. His other fingers glided alongside her nether lips, the caresses causing the same shivering bliss.

Lucky choked back a sob, caught between languor and out of control desire.

Swiftly, that scalding, caressing tongue thrust inside her and pushed deep. A slow, steady pulsing began throbbing from her inner core. Low levels at first; but soon building in strength and frequency until the waves crested over and over each other.

Lucky, who had never experienced anything remotely like this in her entire life, was now being handed the entire smorgasbord on one plate. She threw back her head and screamed her release.