Finding the Professor Ch. 02

Have you ever wondered what a night in Antarctica would feel like? Throw any of that away and instead imagine a...

Night on Europa

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The Thunderbird parked itself on a moon of Jupiter. The Professor checked the monitor for a few seconds to make sure she didn't accidentally park under the sea. A slight chuckle escaped her lips at a distant memory--they weren't under the sea. She looked at the surface through the monitor, extremely proud of herself.

"Well, Walt, out there is one of Jupiter's moons. You ready to go see?" the Professor asked him with a giant smile. She was trying not to show too much pride.

"Uh... which moon?" Walt said, staring at the monitor, which showed one of Jupiter's many moons. Jupiter took up a large portion of the sky, and the surface was covered in snow.

"I was so tired of the snow at your university in Wyoming that I wanted to see the snow of Europa," the Professor said. Somewhere in there was a joke, and the Professor giggled a little bit. It was more a giggle of excitement. "Europa is out there, Walt, and we get to explore her. You'll be the first human ever on Europa. First, let's get you equipped."

The Professor threw Walt an old leather jacket she pulled out of some back room in her Niobe. Walt looked down at it, while the Professor smiled. She remembered the time she received the coat from a happy old poet who had been her first introduction to Earth's poetry and inspired her to be a professor. The memory was enough to keep her warm on any freezing planet. She also found him an Irish newsboy cap and chucked it at him like a frisbee. She then found herself a cute pink peacoat a noble looking coat that would make Belle do a double take from the book she was currently invested in.

"Why do you want me to look like I just returned home from World War II?" Walt asked as he looked down at the coat. The only thing the Professor longed for was for Walt to have a scruffy short beard.

They put on their coats and hopped out of the ship. Walt probably expected them to walk the ice of Europa, so the Professor kept keen eyes on the man, both because he looked dashing in the old leather jacket and because she wanted to see his reactions to the moon. His eyes sparkled with young wonder. Walt stared up at Jupiter and at the sky full of stars. He was speechless, which had been her goal.

The Professor pointed to where Earth would be. "That way is your home planet, 2.9 billion kilometers away, 1.8 billion miles away, or 5.5 years away, if you hitched a ride on the Clipper. Clipper is moving at 22 miles per second, it would take you... sorry. I'm not that great at math," she said and softly bit her lip, staring at the distracted man as he stared in the direction she pointed.

Walt said nothing. He stared at space for a few minutes while she watched him.

It was all things she had seen before, a different sky full of intriguing stars with so many names, but Walt's reaction was once in a lifetime. His mouth was slack hanging open. "Careful, a bug might fly in," she said.

He closed his mouth and stared hard at her, lost in thought. His gears turned and started coming up with questions, "Why don't I feel cold? Shouldn't we be frozen?"

The Professor took a few steps out, looked at the ice and the sky, looked at the terrain, and then turned to head towards her car. Then she hopped in. "Get in," the Professor said as she got in her old sports car.

"Why am I dressed like this on a freezing cold planet?" Walt asked as he climbed into the vehicle.

"It gets around -140 kelvin. That's -210 degrees Fahrenheit for you, Waltzy. Just any other cold day in Wyoming," the Professor said. "You're not cold, and you can breathe because of this old girl. Isn't that right, sweetie?" she asked while caressing the steering wheel.

"And why am I dressed this way?" Walt asked, pulling off his Gatsby hat and throwing it onto the dash. The hat fell off, and Walt leaned down to grab it again. He then placed it onto the dashboard.

"Because I thought you would look cute, and I was right," she told him. He did look very cute, and the Professor really wanted him to have a tobacco pipe to complete the ensemble. The black leather coat complemented his orange hair and hugged his lean body. She stared off at the wide empty horizon. "I'm trying to decide which way to go. I want to test her speed. What better place than a sea of ice with a view of Jupiter?"

"But what if we fall in? Can your ship still protect us?" Walt asked. The Professor sensed a fear of deep waters flooding him.

"Did you know that Europa is the smoothest object in your Solar System?" the Professor asked, trying to change the subject. "The Solar System. You humans are full of yourself," she scoffed. Her thoughts were distracting her and she forgot Walt had been fearful. "As if you're the only solar system."

Walt looked her way from the passenger seat. His innocent green eyes narrowed. The Professor again saw fear in his eyes, and she remembered his question.

"My Niobe can fly if needed. She can keep an airtight seal around us, and I can operate some features directly from here. Also, if I press this button here..." she pointed to a button at the base of the gear shift, "it will open the seats up as if she were going to eat us, and we'll fall directly into the center console room."

Walt eyed her suspiciously but was content with her reply.

"Virtually no danger," the Professor said and raised her eyebrows in a playful manner. "Now, let's see how fast she can go. Put the hat back on, cutie."

The Professor put it in drive and off they went. She got the vehicle up to a terrifyingly fast speed, and they zoomed over the thick ice of Europa, speeding around on the smoothest surface in the Solar System. The sports car did its best to keep traction.

A few times, Walt grasped onto whatever was nearby out of excited fear, and a few times, his hand landed on her lap as she drove.

"Would you like to know what lurks beneath us?" She teased him with her question, knowing he was still fearful of the deep sea below them.

"Not really," Walt said, looking a bit green. She chuckled, Walt Green is kinda getting green.

"Most people want to think giant life forms exist under this ice, but they forget how hostile this environment is," the Professor said as she spun the car out to a complete stop. Inertia sent Walt sliding right into her, and she was tempted to kiss him on his red freckled cheek. She put it in park, stared up at Jupiter, and continued her thought, "Did you know there are creatures as big as whales on a moon orbiting a gas giant in a galaxy that way?"

Walt didn't answer. He looked at her with fearful curiosity.

"The peoples indigenous to the moon cut giant holes in the ice and fish the creatures out with complicated pulley systems," the Professor said. "I can't tell you what's under these seas because your future might include fishing on Europa. Then again it might not. Either way, can't give too much away." She felt like being coy.

Walt said nothing.

"It's your turn to drive. Drive us somewhere nice," the Professor said half joking. A plan was forming in her head, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

They quietly switched seats. She swatted his butt as he hopped out the car and slid her rear over to the passenger side while Walt went around the front of the car. The soft glow of Jupiter lighted their way, and ice reflected enough of it to see by.

It wasn't the darkest night she'd driven on, nor was it the brightest day. There was just a soft romantic glow that reminded her of bathing in a dark room with only candlelight.

Walt put the T-bird in drive and drove about 35 miles per hour.

"Is there something wrong, Waltzy?" The Professor quipped, hoping it would brighten the 22-year-old's mood. Walt always looked adorably flustered when she called him a pet name, and this time was no exception. He gripped the steering wheel more tightly and scowled at her. His orange brows were furrowed.

"Uh... I'm not sure," Walt said.

"You can tell me anything," the Professor said. She tried to make her tone of voice sultry. Her hand rested warmly on his thigh.

Walt visibly reddened, which, for the ginger, was an easy feat. "Um... this is the first time I've driven on a frozen ocean... on an alien planet... and there's a cute lady's hand nearing... my crotch... and... and is that a fucking horse?" Walt asked. He was completely flustered, and the Professor was enjoying toying with him.

Meanwhile, all the Professor could think about was giving her companion a handjob and then a blowjob.

Wait, what? Did he say there was a horse? Her mind was catching up slowly, but it was catching up at least.

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"Impossible," the Professor whispered while her hand rested dangerously close to Walt's cock. "How is there a horse on Europa?"

Walt drove closer to the creature, getting within 20 meters of it. There was a pure white creature with a spiraled horn protruding from the center of its forehead. Its mane of white hair appeared to be braided. The tip of the unicorn's horn had a bright glow.

"Impossible," she whispered again. "A fucking unicorn?"

Its piercing eyes watched them. In all respects, it was a proper unicorn, and it made the Professor start seething. She wasn't entirely sure why she was angry. A creature like this certainly didn't exist, and it most definitely wouldn't be strolling around a frozen moon. It was a great distance from Earth, where, she was sure, the myth originated.

There were many horned beasts on other planets. She had seen quite a few, but none looked like a proper. fucking. unicorn.

To say it shook the Professor to her core would be an understatement, and the horrible ethereal horse had interrupted any thoughts of sex, which made her squirm with an extreme vexation. She squeezed Walt's thigh hard.

"Ow," Walt griped, prompting the Professor to remove her hand entirely.

Walt stopped the vehicle completely, and they matched the unicorn's stare in a stunned silence for a few minutes. The unicorn turned to trot away, giving them one last glance over its shoulder.

"Follow it, Walt," the Professor whispered aggressively. "Why is there a fucking unicorn on Europa?" she angrily grimaced through gritted teeth as she balled up her fists.

They followed the glow on its horn. Perhaps it glowed even more as they followed. Then again, it could have been the Professor's vivid imagination.

Walt gave the Professor odd stares. Most of her attention was on the unicorn, which trotted ahead of them. It was still about 20 meters from the car since Walt was keeping a good distance from the horned horse. The Professor caught his glances more than a few times as they drove. What is he thinking? she thought the second time he glanced nervously her way. It was the same kind of nervousness that she had whenever her mother came home. Damn evil woman. Abusive, evil conniving, manipulative bitch.

Is my reaction wrong? Is that why he's staring? Perhaps he thinks I should be like a giddy school girl at the sight of a unicorn. Ridiculous. If this beast hadn't interrupted our nice night when I had sex planned, then maybe I wouldn't be so furious.

"What, Walt? Why do you keep staring at me? There's a unicorn in front of us, and you are driving on the ice of Europa, yet you stare at me like I did something wrong?" the Professor demanded.

Walt seemed surprised she caught him after his fifth glance over at her. He had concern written on his face and his eyes shifted with uncertainty. He winced, "Why does a unicorn make you angry? Wouldn't a unicorn make you happy? Wouldn't curiosity drive you to try and discover why it's here? There's a beast that breathes oxygen in front of us and your eyes turn sour?"

The Professor said nothing. Walt, of course, was right. She was acting like a child. They followed the beast at its trotting speed, hoping to find out why it was on Jupiter's moon.

Why is it there? Walt's right. They need oxygen, and Europa's atmosphere certainly contains a metric shit ton percentage wise, but it's so thin. So extremely thin, and that's not even the worst of it. No horse would survive here.

"Radiation would be another pressing concern," the Professor finally said. "The air is so thin she wouldn't be able to breathe."

She had to know why this unicorn was here. She had to know if she needed to save this being. She felt in her hearts that this creature was leading them somewhere.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Walt gave her a quick stare and returned his eye back to the road.

"What's that?" he asked.

She was staring sadly at her hands when he asked his question but looked up to see what he saw.

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They had found a wrecked ship which sent Walt's mind racing. His first time on another planet, there was a unicorn, and now there was an alien ship. His day had been extremely interesting.

The only worry Walt had was the welfare of his teaching companion.

"It's been there for a long time. It isn't on fire. It isn't smoking. Anything like flames has been gone long," the Professor said.

Walt didn't reply. Instead, he looked at the remains of a long ship half-covered in ice and snow. At some point, it had become a giant hill, which ruined the flat moon's surface.

"Unicorns can't fly spaceships," Walt half-joked as he watched the unicorn approach the destroyed ship. "Right?"

"And according to you, this unicorn should be suffocating. I guess we're both on the back foot here," the Professor said from the passenger seat. "Neither of us should be making any assumptions at the current moment."

Walt wasn't entirely sure about unicorn biology, but he knew it shouldn't be here. It was an impossible unicorn.

Walt was wary of getting out and looking so they stared at the ship for some time. Many thoughts were running through Walt's head. He wasn't sure about anything, so he sat back and enjoyed the view.

First, there was Jupiter hovering above them. The orange giant loomed over them ominously. To say it was enormous was an understatement. Walt had never thought he had megalophobia, but it felt as if Jupiter was on its way to consume them and the whole moon they were on.

The unicorn also captured his thoughts. He wondered how it had found its way here, if it was somehow magic, then that could explain why it was both here and how it was breathing fine, but Walt knew it wasn't as simple as that. Perhaps, one day, the Professor and he could prove, at least to him, the existence of magic. That would be a fun day, Walt thought.

Granted, there wasn't only an alien ship in front of him--he also sat in one. He had been driving one while the humanoid alien who owned the ship sat beside him angry at the fact there was a unicorn on Europa.

God, it's been a weird day.

Walt briefly thought of a nice, warm bed. It had been a long day of hunting vampires and driving on a moon. There was, however, still one more thing Walt considered part of the breathtaking view, and it was the Professor as she sat beside him. She bit her lip in deep concentration. That wasn't something Walt had ever seen her do before, but it was incredibly sexy to behold. He could see her mind churning over thoughts, with her white hair beneath a furry cap. What is she thinking about now? She's so adorable when she's thinking. Her light blue eyes were locked onto the scene in front of them. The Professor's face was young, and she looked of European descent, but Walt knew better. Those eyes told a different story and were nowhere near his age. He hoped she didn't hold that against him.

Walt wished he had the courage to break her concentration with a soft kiss on her cheek. How would she react? Would it make her angry that he ruined her train of thought? Would she be happily surprised? While she kept biting her lip, he took the opportunity to check the rest of her body out.

The gray coat she had chosen was a perfect mix of reasonable for the weather and still cute; it made her look like a princess. Her collar was a dark blue fur--the same dark blue fur lined a small cape that went over her shoulders, her cuffs, and the bottom of the coat, which rather more resembled a dress. She also had two pockets that stood out with bows.

Her eyes were complemented by the dark blue fur. Her light blue eyes told him about the many years she had seen but also held a determination that he admired.

The unicorn had taken upon itself the duty of circling the crash site. She was going in some elliptical pattern, orbiting the T-bird and alien ship like a planet would orbit twin stars.

"Let's take this slowly," she finally said, no longer biting her bottom lip and tucking a white strand of hair behind her ear. "The ice out there could be thinner there. The ship could slip through at any moment. I'm surprised it hasn't already fallen through. I might have suitable safety equipment inside the Niobe."

She reached over and pressed the button at the base of the gear shift. Before Walt had any chance to reply, they were sent by way of the seat to a small and short slide.

She landed expertly on her cute fur-lined heeled boots. Walt tumbled beside her. In a heap on the floor, he heard heels clacking against the floor. The sound was moving away from him, and Walt slowly got up on his own two feet.

She came back, arms full of different items. The Professor hands were two giant necklace sized rings and two oversized bracelets.

She put the giant ring over his head without saying a word. Hey look, she's biting her bottom lip again. He smiled at her, and she quietly and quickly pressed a button on the inside of his new necklace.

A warm spacesuit enveloped him faster than he had a chance to blink. The surprise of the new tech nearly sent him to the floor again, and within another blink of the eye, the Professor had a matching suit on.

"I stole these shortly after I stole my space-time manipulator," she said, her voice coming in through the bubble over his head. "Sorry... for surprising you."

Walt inhaled deeply. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath.

"Suits for our short-distance walk and these in case anything bad happens," she said holding up one of the oversized bracelets. She moved to where she could see his face easily and held the item in his field of view. "This button here, the big red one, teleports you here to the center console room. This button here, the small green one. Don't ever touch. It would delete any previous teleport coordinates, and you'd be in space on your own. I wouldn't be able to help you."

She looked exasperated.

"Don't ask me how I know," the Professor said.

Like an overprotective mother, she made him test the teleport at 20 feet and again at 50 feet away from the pink car. She also inspected every inch of his spacesuit.

"This suit will keep you breathing well, prevent radiation from cooking your body, and keep you from freezing faster than Walt Disney's absurd cryogenic experiment," the Professor said as they made their way to the alien wreck. "That's actually a funny story."

She never finished that thought and got lost in her own little world.

They left the safety of the Niobe, venturing out onto the moon's surface. Once inside the vessel, they explored. The corpses of two aliens greeted them. Walt looked at their frozen bodies. They looked like a pair of feline explorers.

One had black fur. Masculine features. Walt concluded masculine because the feline man simply had a long goatee and quite a bushy mustache. He looked well groomed for a space traveler but did not look well apart from that. There was blood oozing down the top of his skull. Of course, it wasn't liquid as it had long been frozen. His mustache and goatee also had sparkling frost, matching most of his black fur. His eyes were shut, so Walt couldn't see if he also had feline cat eyes, but assumed he did from the appearance of his copilot.

The female copilot, assuming that the female of this species did not have access to mustaches and beards, had her eyes open, in a stark contrast. Her eyes were frosted over, like most of her gray fur, yet he still could see they were a ghostly orange, nearly the same orange of Jupiter. The kind of orange Walt would frequently see during Halloween. Her eyes looked haunted. She looked terrified, and her death looked like it had been a painful fight.

Done with his observations, he looked over to the Professor. She was using a device to scan the monitors and any electrical items. It made a whistling noise he had heard before. Most, if not all, of the electrical components were frosted over and erupting from their casings.

"He died first. On impact," she said pointing to the black cat with frosty facial hair. "She died shortly after. I'm searching the computer systems for anything. It's really badly damaged."

"What's that whistling sound?" Walt asked.

"That would be my sonic pen. It's very helpful," the Professor said while ducking behind one computer system. Walt heard a door open. "Ah, there we go. Finally some intact tech."

Walt said nothing. He was simply waiting, tapping his foot on the metal floor. He felt out of his depth. He looked at the mess in front of him. If the Professor was right, then the blood on the frozen feline man was from impact. Walt then looked over at the female. Her last moments must've been painful. Seeing her companion dead suddenly. Walt was tempted to close her eyelids and went as far as touching them but thought better of it.

"They were traveling to Earth," she said from the spot behind a computer system. "They were traveling to Earth to enslave some humans."

Walt heard a sharp slam. It made him jump. He walked over to look at the Professor.

"Damnit," she said, her head in her hands.

"What?" Walt asked.

"I'm angry," the Professor responded but otherwise ignored Walt and read, "'My brother and I successfully travelled to a system with potentially valuable slaves. The kinds of slaves that look like many other-worlders. The kind that would make us very rich.'" The Professor stared at the small frosty monitor, angry. Her brows furrowed, and her fist clenched hard around her sonic pen.

"'We got sucked in by a strong gravitational pull,'" the Professor continued. Walt was standing beside her as she read from the ground. His eyes moved between his teacher and the feline woman. "'I was lucky enough to crash land us on what our computers told me was a habitable planetoid. It was wrong. All that's out there is a harsh, frozen desert.'"

The Professor looked up from her seated position. She looked worn out, waiting for Walt as if to ask that she continue reading. He gave her a slight nod to continue and looked back at the feline again.

"'My brother bashed his head when we landed. It was a rough landing. I'm inexperienced with flying, and it killed him. Why couldn't he fly?'" The Professor continued to read unenthusiastically, "'I'm dying quickly as our warm air runs out and write these words in hope that we are found. For what reason, I do not know.'"

The Professor got up as she read the last few lines. "'From our scans of Earth, I created what they call a 'unicorn', a simple hologram, that will lead any lifeforms on this barren frozen-scape to our destroyed vessel. They speak of unicorns like they're harbingers of good luck and great hope. Our journey was foolish, and I hope none of our feline brethren follow,'" the Professor finished and looked to Walt. She bit her lower lip once again as a deep sigh escaped her, and then she looked up.

"Can you save her? You mentioned cryogenics earlier. Perhaps her body froze quickly enough that you could help her?" Walt asked. His gaze switched from the Professor to the feline woman.

"Does she deserve saving? She wanted to enslave your people!" the Professor shouted. It sounded slightly garbled as it came through the speakers in his suit. He could hear distress as well. "What if she's a terrible person?"

"We won't know until we thaw her!" Walt argued. His eyes locked back onto her and her spacesuit.

"Where am I supposed to take her?" she asked.

"You speak as though you could easily unfreeze her. She can potentially stay with us," Walt said. His voice was firm.

"What if she can't breathe our air?"

"I think you would know more than I."

"What if she tries to enslave you?" the Professor asked desperately.

"Then you'll rescue me."

"What if I don't like her, and she turns you against me?" the Professor asked desperately. It was as though Walt was the first, and only, important person in her life.

"I don't think anything, or anyone, could make me hate you," Walt said gently.

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The Professor looked bitter when they finally returned to the Thunderbird. Walt didn't know why and was reluctant to ask. He carried the frozen cat lady carefully through the entrance.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Walt asked the downtrodden lady who seemed like she was carrying the weight of the world. "I think we're doing the right thing."

The Professor said nothing as she crawled into the engine compartment of the car.

"Professor?" Walt asked.

Once inside and after both of them had removed their space suits, she finally said something.

"I tend to see the worst in people," she said bitterly. Her voice was almost as cold as the temperature outside and as frosty as the body they carried through the halls of the Niobe. She leaned on the hall wall. The Professor's eyes were in a downward gaze, shifting from side to side.

"Do you think that's a good thing or a bad thing, Professor?" Walt put his semester of psychology to work. "Will the cat woman be safe in there?" he asked, pointing in the direction they had been taking her.

"I'm not sure," the Professor said to both questions, still avoiding his gaze. He sat against a wall holding the body, with a good view on the worried woman. Her eyes still avoiding his "God, Walt, I was just trying to have a nice time with you on the ice seas of Europa. How cool is that? Then we see a unicorn and my mood immediately sours because I knew it was a bad omen."

"An unicorn on the ice seas of Europa. It actually doesn't get more romantic than that. No one killed anyone, and neither of us were ever in danger. I'd call that an exciting trip," Walt said, trying to get her out of her funk. They reached the holding room. Walt placed the frozen body on a bed.

"'A unicorn' is the proper way to say it. It may start with a vowel, but it doesn't start with a vowel sound," the Professor said.

Walt smiled back at her. He was testing her. He figured she would correct him. He checked the body for any damage. Finding no damage he looked at the Professor again.

"Damn. I see what you did there, Waltzy. You're right, though. It was romantic," she said and approached him. She rested her hand on his shoulder. "It was extremely romantic. That was my goal, and you were a fantastic driver. Slow and cautious."

The Professor eyed him with "fuck me" eyes. She looked him up and down focusing her gaze on his crotch. He hadn't seen that determined glare on her before.

She had been carrying a device that looked like toaster gun. Walt didn't see where it had come from, but assumed it wasn't from this room. It zapped away all of the ice. The Professor then pulled a stethoscope from one of her deep pockets and checked the chest of the gray-furred woman. She closed her orange eyes.

"She'll be fine. I wanted to give you road head so badly before that unicorn cock-blocked me and this orange eyed cat whore threw me even more," the Professor said, feeling her patient for vitals and warmth. It felt abrupt and out of nowhere. Walt was too stunned for words. She kept on speaking, thankfully. "Could I convince to hop back in my T-bird and drive us anywhere while I jack you off and give you a blowjob?"

Her words were appealing, and Walt could only slowly nod his head in the affirmative. He almost ran down the halls, and out of the engine compartment and outside.

Once inside the car with the Professor next to him, the tall young man drove. His legs had a decent amount of room in the vehicle. It was surprising. The Niobe had resized the cab of the sports car, making it easier for either the alien woman or him to drive.

The pedals reached his feet with ease but not so much he had to pull his legs towards his body.

Walt drove on the icy moon, and a sexy-white haired passenger sat beside him. She was eyeing him up like he was a prize she'd won. There was a huge part of him that liked the stare she was giving him, and part of him was slightly scared of her carnal desires.

The Professor's light blue eyes scanned him up and down as he drove. He tried to do the same but couldn't look at her body for long.

Europa's surface was flat around them, smooth, and it made driving easy. It made looking at the woman beside him easy, yet his brain was still concerned with safety.

She touched his thigh after some time. Perhaps she had to work herself up to it. Perhaps she was as scared as Walt, but Walt had reasons to be scared. After all, she was some time-traveler with several hundred years on him. She had also convinced him to travel with her and he went along without any second thoughts.

She could easily leave me behind on this moon and my family would never know.

The woman beside him hadn't even bothered to give him his first kiss and was already focused on his cock. Part of him was saddened by the immediate desire, on her part, to suck his cock. Part of him wished she'd take it slower. Slow down, so that both of them could enjoy it.

Full steam ahead was probably what the woman was thinking and so was Walt's cock. It had become rock hard and was straining in his jeans. He was reminded of the time he had masturbated in her classroom in the back row. He still couldn't believe he had been horny enough to do that, horny enough to ignore his shy brain screaming "what ifs" at him.

Her strokes were soft, and she eased him further down his jeans. She had managed to get on the floor between the dash and the bench seat, using both her hands to massage his cock.

He was half-tempted to unbuckle his pants himself, but both hands firmly gripped the wheel. It was akin to a death grip, and they wouldn't be going anywhere soon.

Finally, the horny woman unbuckled his pants after trying to lick his member through them. Probably displeased with the taste of the fabric, she had quickly gotten his member out.

It was fully erect. It felt harder than it ever had before, which, Walt supposed, was a good thing. He was hard for the woman on the floor who was eager, more than eager, to suck his eager cock.

First, her hand wrapped around his shaft. Then there was another. She worked him up and down, getting him desperate for her warm mouth. Her hands were smooth and wrapped around his cock. The woman looked up at him from her position beside his legs. Walt tried desperately to match her gaze. Her light blue eyes were shining in such a beautiful way. They were shining with a brightness only his cock could provide. He wished he could stare into those lustful blue eyes all night long.

She massaged him with her warm hands. Her hands twisted around his member in loving and adept ways, making him feel pleasures his own hands couldn't provide. Then came her tongue, and the licking felt magical. She licked his cock with hungry desire. Her tongue on his cock's head was like warm fire in a snowstorm.

The Professor licked his shaft a minute or two more while massaging it with her hands before she continued sucking. Her tongue licked the head of his cock as he slid between her awaiting lips. Walt, finally, decided to take a more active role in the sexual act.

Walt's left hand continued guiding the wheel while he placed his right one on her white hair. Her hair was soft and felt like silk. His fingers slipped through the white strands and gripped ahold of her hair. A desperate plea went through his mind to force her more down his cock, but he quickly ignored it. Still, he gripped her hair tightly.

He wanted to know how fast she would go on her own.

Eventually, she worked more of his cock into her hungry mouth. Her hands still partook in the festivities, and it wasn't long before his head was arched back in pleasure, his legs locked up. His grip became even tighter.

In the rearview mirror, Walt could see massive clouds of snow kicked up by the car. But, he wasn't fully focused on that scene. Instead, he closed his eyes in pleasure.

Her warm mouth and soft hands around his cock felt like heaven. They felt like wrapping up in a warm blanket on a cold evening.

The car went over a slight bump, and suddenly, both his hands were on the wheel as they drifted sideways. An even bigger cloud of snow followed the drift.

The sudden jolt must've made the woman, whose mouth was locked onto his cock, jump. Her lips locked around his cock harder and further than she had gone before. Soon, his cock was as deep inside her mouth as it could go.

Snow particles launched into the sky to the side of the vehicle. When the light caught it in the perfect way, the sky sparkled.

Walt watched a thousand glittering snowflakes fall from where they were sent. His foot slipped off the accelerator, and the car crawled to a stop. Walt admired the stars and snow as he orgasmed into her mouth, his hand still gripping her snow-colored hair.

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They settled back into the Niobe console room. Walt thought the nice chairs on the upper floor would be better next to all the buttons, but he didn't bring it up. His longing eyes instead drifted away from the comfortable seating and settled on the alien woman in front of him.

"You told me you would tell me who you are when you trusted me more," Walt said. As she crossed her legs, her two-inch heels drew Walt's attention. "Would it help if it was an exchange of information? I tell you who I am and you tell me who you are."

"'Quid pro quo,' eh, Walt? Waltzy, I know you already. You're a courageous young man who throws himself at danger and stands up for what is right. I can tell you'll be good for me, so that's why you deserve the truth," the Professor said. "If you still want to tell me who you are after then you can."

She gathered herself, staring at the white light of the center column and leaned on the Niobe console. The white light swirled with dark blue sand in a downward spiral.

"There was a person who terrified me so much that I had to leave my home planet. I was reluctant to be a part of her games any longer," the Professor said, shivering at memories and looking away from the column and at the floor.

"Who?" Walt asked, curiosity overtaking him.

The Professor didn't answer. Instead, she continued, "Names are dangerous things, Waltzy. She chose hers because... well I don't know why. I'd argue she never was the name she chose. Like a bloody minge. She never found that name important. We... choose our names, Kepleyans, and we tend to stick to the meaning of them as best we can. She didn't."

She paused a moment and stared hard at Walt. Her light blue eyes filled with terror at the memory of whomever she was talking about.

"She named me. She used that name to control me. I'm not sure if she was... what she claimed to be," she said and shook her head, looking at the center column of the spaceship again. "Regardless, I left, Walt, and I never looked back. I heard rumors from other fleeing Kepleyans that the planet collapsed under its own stupidity. I fled to Earth."

Walt said nothing.

A few tears escaped her eyes as she mourned the planet she had lost. "It was a beautiful planet, Waltzy."

"She chose my name, but I was never that. I changed it on Earth. I wanted to teach others what I taught myself.... Never maths, though," she whispered guiltily as she looked off into the distance, avoiding talking about whomever this other woman was. "Galileo tried, Kepler gave it a shot, and, hell, even Copernicus gave it a shot. Nothing stuck."

"The reason I travel is because I enjoy it and like learning new things, but I stick to the shadows. I know what she brings, and I know how dangerous she is," the Professor said, pacing in the console room. Walt eyed the chairs by all the books again.

"As soon as I was able, I stole a space-time manipulator and made my way to Earth." Walt had no idea what a space-time manipulator was and made a note to ask about it later. However, he did not like that the woman had stolen it, but if it were for her own safety he could overlook it.

"I observed, learned, and hid," the Professor said, and to emphasize her mastery of stealth, she disappeared behind the console tower only to reappear on the racks behind Walt. She stared at him, but her eyes were unfocused.

Walt finally interjected, sensing the Professor did not exactly like talking about Kepleya. "How'd you get this Niobe then?" he asked, changing the subject.

The Professor looked around at her ship, at the thousands of books on the upper level, the round things on the walls, the lights, the buttons, and back at Walt. "My Niobe found me. On some planet in the Antares. So far from Kepleya. She called for me. All the way from Earth, she called for me. She's not from Kepleya."

Returning to the giant console, she brightened her attitude substantially. She rested her hands on the machine. The big smile returned to her face, and she gave the machine a rub and a soft touch. Her machine whirred in response.

"She was half-dead, you know? Echoing across galaxies. I was afraid others had been called, but it was just me when I found her in some desert, struggling to hang on." Her smile disappeared as she became lost in thought again. "I repaired her. She showed me how and what she needed. She's as alive as you or I," she said. "She's beautiful!" the Professor shouted, twirling happily.

"She does seem very interesting," Walt said. "I bet she feels like home to you."

"Oh, she's home. I may not have Kepleya, I have her. Isn't that right, sweetheart!?" the Professor yelled at her machine. Walt heard a slight musical hum as if the Niobe responded, a quiet orchestra directed at the pilot.

"My story isn't as interesting," Walt said a minute or two later.

"I've never met anybody who was boring. We all have stories to tell," she said. She leaned on the railing as Walt avoided eye contact.

"I'm a small-town boy who got made fun of because I was a tall and lanky ginger," Walt said coldly.

"It can't all be bad," she said. Her voice was soothing. "You have a nice family. Three younger brothers, I believe, all gingers like you. None as handsome." She eyed him. "None as tall either."

"How the hell do you know that?" he asked, stunned.

"All time and space. And some very lonely... nights," she said and reached up to touch the top of his sternum. The action reminded Walt of the road head he received.

"But how did you know where I live? Where my brothers live?" Walt asked.

"You were a very good big brother while you were growing up. If that rat-ass, Billy Thornton, picked on your youngest brother, Johnny, you'd kick his teeth in. My word, that was a show." It was always weird hearing the "English" woman cuss.

"Shithead deserved it," Walt said in defense.

"Never said he didn't. Just maybe not so many teeth. It was hard for me to not jump in after two kicks to the face," the Professor said.

Walt was shocked at the audacity of the time traveler. That fight was so many years ago and he was pretty sure no one was around. He made sure of it. An alley with no one watching.

Fuck. The roof?

Walt said nothing.

"It was a nice thing you did for your brother, Waltzy," she finally said. "Your story is as important as mine."

They stood for a few minutes in silence before he finally convinced the Professor they should sit by all the smutty books. He had no idea why she placed the comfortable chairs in the exhibitionist and voyeur section.

Scratch that. I do know why.

They sat in pleasant silence. The Professor grabbed a book from the other side of the upper library. The title read Home for Horny Monsters: Part 8.

She read in silence until she was sure their guest was awake.

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Triple stirred awake. It was certainly a strange experience to wake from what she considered a full-on death.

Waking up, not dead with the sensations of being frozen raced through her head. It was the coldest she had ever been. She stared hard at her fingers remembering how they felt as ice swept through her body.

She had written that message while fingers were freezing solid. The very end of the message was excruciatingly painful each word felt like being plunged into the coldest places imaginable.

Seeing through her eyes again, she felt sadness. Tears flooded her eyes, and she was glad they weren't freezing on her face.

How am I alive? Remembering the cold was unpleasant, and remembering her brother was truly dead was even more unpleasant. Could she live without her brother? Would she be okay without her brother?

Tears continued to fall from her eyes as she looked around the room.

It was a smallish room with lasers blocking the door on one side and a bed attached to the wall on the other. The bed was at least fluffy--Triple would sleep fine on it. On the bed was a blanket, and the blanket was patterned with creatures that looked like her. She didn't recognize the creatures and was weirded out by their anatomy and absurd colors. They stood and sat on four legs. They were also bright orange and had spots of different colors. Nobody she knew walked on four feet and had more than five colors.

It could be worse, Triple thought. Four walls and a bed was far better than the orphanage. Her thoughts dwelled on her years in the orphanage with her brother and how he promised her that, when they came of age, they would travel the stars.

Triple sat on the cat blanket and thought of her brother. She was sad, but she felt safe.

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Dear Reader,

This is a work of fiction. I will not be held liable for any joyriding on Europa. I can not safely say that it's safe.

If you have a Niobe, all bets are off, but on your own head be it.

Thank You,

Daisy Pennyrose