Supernauts 02 - Furey

Supernauts 2 - Furey

By

DeMont

"There's a certain logic to the impossible, the trick is finding it...!"

I

Lights blinked. The readout screens scrolled their information feed to the data hub. The air conditioning whirred softly and, beyond the tinted observation window, the Gen-Ex Five Nine Four hummed with a deep resonance that could be felt, just, in the soles of the feet. Professor Adam Furey watched a particular screen intently and, occasionally, reached for a button and a dial that sat beside it. He glanced at a clipboard that he held showing the optimum power build up for the machine.

A few feet away his assistant, Doctor Claire Tompkins, jotted down numbers from a series of four readouts and watched the clock that ticked off seconds, minutes and hours in mute slavery. Adam glanced her way, distracted by her figure and face that was, at once, both framed and silhouetted her attractive, full lipped, oval face. The fact that he had often thought of her in a most unprofessional manner had never been allowed to interfere with her tenure as his grad student, nor with her attainment of her doctorate in particle physics. He wished, sometimes, that it would have.

The hum, and vibration, grew deeper attesting to the enormous energy that was being generated inside the machine room. Shielded from the photonic shedding, behind the multi clad wall and treated safety screen, Adam had no qualms about the safety aspects of the test. He knew, in his mind and heart that they were on the very brink of success. He knew, just as surely as he knew he was a man that this test would be the one and the generation of the focused energy beam would be the culmination of years of research, trial and error and an end to the many disappointments along the way.

He spoke, quietly. "What level are we at Doctor?"

"Thirty eight percent and climbing. Eight percent per minute Professor."

"Very good."

"Isotopes stability?"

" Within normal range." Replied the woman. She didn't look at him, she wouldn't. She knew that if she did the old, familiar longing would return. It was, for her, a difficult test of her professionalism but she was determined to be associated with this project for her contribution to it and not because she was fucking Adam. She swallowed hard and kept her eyes, and mind, focused on her task.

A few minutes later he spoke again, "Are we still okay Doctor?"

"Sixty two percent and climbing, eight percent per minute. Isotope stability within normal." She answered steadily.

"Good, good... I'm going to get a coffee, do you want some?"

"No, no thanks, I'm fine." As he made to leave the room she turned abruptly, "Professor..."

"Yes?"

"I don't think I've ever told you how much it means to me to be with you on this project... this discovery..."

"And I have never told you how glad, and lucky, I am to have had you on the project with me." He returned.

She turned away quickly so he wouldn't see the blush that rose to her cheeks. 'Get a grip girl' she thought chidingly. You're not a high school science partner!'

She returned to watching her screens, she thought, for a moment, she saw the isotope stability needle flicker but when she looked again it was sitting exactly where it should be. Claire shrugged and gazed through the observation window at the gleaming silver dome beyond. That dome was the top of the machine that held the refractors which would contain the generated energy. Clean, pure energy of almost limitless supply. Non-nuclear but, at the same time more so. A triumph of contained particle physics held in the grasp of a minute, man-made singularity. She closed her green eyes briefly and then looked again, it seemed as though the dome were glowing with a more phosphorescent hue than its normal shining silver shell. 'Was that the emitted photon shell?' she wondered. She looked back at the screens. Ninety three percent power level... 'That's spiked she thought'. She looked at the isotope stability, still fine, no flickering or other sign of movement. She reached for the intercom button. "Professor, the power level has spiked, isotopes normal. You'd better come back in"

Adam burst through the door. "What's happening?" he asked abruptly.

"The power level kicked up to ninety-three, no, ninety seven now... the isotopes are stable, within safe limits."

"Hmmmmm..." mused Adam. He looked quickly over his screens. "Everything looks fine here. Could be a power bleed from the core. I don't think there's anything to worry about. It's all contained within the sphere. It can't release until we switch over..."

Claire nodded but suddenly her throat was dry and her heart beat grew faster.

"Talk to me Claire...!"

"Ninety-eight point seven, isotopes good... ninety-eight point nine, ninety-nine... it's accelerated Professor!"

"Isotope field?"

"Within range. One hundred percent power. Isotopes stable. Containment holding." Her hand hovered over a large red button and she looked at Adam who was holding up one hand.

"Isotope field?"

"Within range, a little higher than before but steady."

"Okay, okay" Adam placed his hands on the edge of the console, "stand-by for switch over in three, two, one!" His forefinger flipped a large yellow switch. There was a low rumble. It came from the containment sphere portal opening. The dome glowed now, a phosphorescent yellow.

Within the dome the energy built up in the machine's core burst free, it leapt upward and hit the refractors. Darting between them it was re-directed back to the core. This was the big moment, would it remain stable at one hundred percent or would it, as it had so many times before, overload the core. Adam held his breath, Claire had her eyes closed waiting for the alarm to sound. Nothing happened. They looked at each other.

"What's happening Claire?" She couldn't tear her eyes away from the glow, "CLAIRE...!"

"What? Oh, oh... yes... yes... one hundred percent and... and stable. Isotopes are within range." She gazed at the dome again and whispered, "Adam, it's working.... We've done it.... It's holding perfectly...!"

"We've done it... we've done it..." repeated the Professor in an awestruck voice. He and Claire met at the centre of the observation window and stared at the dome. "WE'VE DONE IT...!" yelled Adam gleefully and he swung to Claire, grabbed her around the waist and swung her off her feet, he threw his head back, "WE'VE FUCKING WELL DONE IT...!" She clung to his shoulders, her body jammed against his. She felt a little giddy from the swinging around. Suddenly he stopped, he pushed her backwards against the edge of the console. His hands went to the front of her lab coat and he tore it apart, the buttons flying everywhere. She clamped his face between her hands and their mouths clashed hard, hungry and wet. She stripped his lab coat back and he let her strip it down his arms. He reached for her and stripped her tee off in one move, he reached around, the kisses still unbreakable, and tore her bra apart. She reached down and clawed at his belt and pants to free his cock from its confines. His hands wrenched the hem of her short skirt up and he cupped her sex firmly, he started massaging it firmly. She moaned and leaned into him, one hand wrapped around his dick she stroked vigorously back and forth. He lifted her firm ass onto the edge of the console and spread her hands for balance, he was hard, and she was wet.

"You have NO idea how long I've wanted to do this...!" He said.

"Oh yes I do... now FUCK ME PROFESSOR...!"

He pushed the head just into her entrance, she squirmed. He leaned forward and licked her nipples slowly, barely moving his hips. Claire moaned. She reached out, dug her fingers into his lean buttocks and pulled him forward hard. His pole slid to its full length into her and she cried out, her back arching.

"OH FUCK... THAT'S SO FUCKING HARD, SOOOO GOOD...! Please, Oh My God, please fuck me baby, please, hard, as hard as you want...!

Her hands clutched his shoulders, his hot kisses trailed up and down her throat. He had her trim hips in his clutches now and he rammed his cock in and out of her as if there would be no tomorrow.

"YES, YES, YES... that's it, that's it... give me that dick, all the way, faster, FASTER... make me cum...!" she gasped hoarsely. The gold blond angled bob of her hair swung against his face as she wrapped her arms around his neck and forced her hips forward to meet each thrust, each thrust that seemed to go even deeper inside her. Her sex was streaming its juices out over him, her body shuddering.

"OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHH OOOOOOOH.... I'm c-c-cummiiiiing...!!! AAAAAAH, AH-HAAAAAAA, JESUS, FUCK, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUHUHUHK...!!! She came hard, her juices squirted against him and ran down between them. Adam laughed out loud.

"Christ, you're so fucking hot...!"

Claire arched her back, threw her head back and hissed, "And you're still so hard...!" She slid off him, splayed her arms across the console and spread her legs, "MORE... DO ME AGAIN ADAM... DO IT HARD LIKE I'M A BAAAAD GIRL...!"

He stepped in, pressed himself to her ass and grabbed his dick, he ran it along the sopping wet slit of her pussy and then pushed it into her again. He grasped her ass cheeks and spread them apart so he could watch his glistening member ramming in and out of her. His hips jerked back and forth ferociously, Claire squealed in delight. "THAT'S IT PROFESSOR... THAT'S IT, OHHHHH GOD I'VE WANTED YOU LIKE THIS FOR YEARS...!!!

"Just the same for me!" growled Adam. He leaned forward to lay his body up along her back, he reached up grabbed her wrists tight. Claire had no choice now but to take his pounding. Harder and faster he moved, panting into the back of her neck. He slipped to one side, he had her ear at his lips.

"Do you like it like this little Claire? Doctor Claire? Do you like your pussy being rammed hard and deeply like this?"

"I FUCKING LOVE IT... SOOOOOO MUCH, SO MUCH... I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME... I WA-WA-OOOOOH, OHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHHH... I-I-I..." she couldn't finish the sentence. Adam drove his cock into her and she ground her hips in tight circles as he reached the full length of his shaft. He was groaning, she felt his dick pulsing, he was right on the verge. His cum blasted deep into her, he let go of her wrists, straightened and grabbed her ass as the abrupt, shuddering jerking of his hips accompanied his orgasm.

That's when her hand slippery from her perspiration, and his, slid across the console and hit several toggle switches.

As Adam came the dome beyond the safety screen plumed open, ultra-white rays of light burst from it like some gigantic flower and then the core of the light burst outward in all directions. Claire screamed, Adam yelled in fear. The explosion tore the facility apart. The control room was engulfed, the safety screen no match for the titanic energies that swirled and leapt around the building. A deep and deafening roar sounded and the world tilted, crazily, into blackness.

II

Adam woke very slowly. His head hurt like hell. He was half laying under part of the console that had been under the observation window. He tried moving to see if anything was really injured, broken maybe. His mouth was dry with dust and his nostrils filled with the smell of static discharges and burnt circuitry. He had a sudden thought, "Claire? CLAIRE ARE YOU OKAY?" there was no answer. She could be in some other part of the room, injured or unconscious. He strained and half rolled on his side. He kicked his way from beneath the twisted console and tried to stand. Bad mistake. He immediately dropped to all fours, his head, throbbing, hanging down while the nausea subsided. He started crawling about the room.

"CLAIRE, CAN YOU HEAR ME? WHERE ARE YOU?" Still no response.

The building had been, mostly, shattered by the explosion and he was aware of the bright hot sun on him, he could smell that unmistakable dry, dusty air. He felt awkward, ungainly. He crawled to a twisted column that still stood and pulled himself upright on it. He surveyed the wreckage but he couldn't see any sign of Claire anywhere. Adam knew he had to pull himself together, he had to get a grip. He had to find Claire. Maybe she had awakened before him and wandered out of the control room in confusion, perhaps outside. Restroom, that's it, restroom. Get cleaned off a bit. He stumbled across the debris and kicked the exit door open. Making it along the corridor, mostly missing its roof, and bouncing from one wall to the other was arduous but he eventually found the facilities. 'God, I hope there's still water' he thought. Pushing open the door he stumbled to a large sink and wrenched on the tap, thankfully water gushed out, not exactly cold but cool enough. He washed his face and took several large gulps of liquid to slake his parched throat and then spit the dusty residue out of his mouth. He gripped the sides of the basin and stood up. Most of the mirrors had been shattered by the blast except one at the far end of the room. He shambled awkwardly across to it to check for minor injuries to his head or face. He looked in the mirror.

"FUCK...!!! WHAT TH...? FUCK..!" Claire's face looked back at him. He staggered backward staring at the mirror in horror. His back bumped into a toilet stall wall. He looked down, tore what was left of his shirt apart. "FUCK...!" he yelled again. He had breasts. An agonizing thought gripped him, he yanked open his pants and shoved one hand down them. "FUUUUUUUCK ME...!" he yelled into the silence. He slid down to the floor and just sat, amidst the rubble, staring down at himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." he chanted in disbelief. "What the fuck, what the actual fuck...?" His shocked brain struggled to accept what his eyes were telling him, he was no longer Professor Adam Furey, somehow, some way, he had been transformed into Claire. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me...!" he whispered. Then another thought occurred. 'Wait, if I'm Claire how come I'm still thinking like Adam?'. He had no answer for that. 'Somehow', he reasoned, 'my mind has been transferred into Claire's body but if that were the case why wasn't Claire wandering around in his body? Or, was she?'

He felt sick. No, wait, she felt sick. He was she now, physically at least if not mentally. 'Mother of God' he thought, 'what the hell am I going to do? Who was going to believe this? How am I going to convince anyone I'm not Claire, I'm Adam?' An endless stream of thoughts tumbled through his mind like a waterfall, crashing and colliding with each other and each one creating a new tangent, adding to the problems he could envisage. What was he going to call himself? Adam seemed hardly appropriate at this moment, he definitely did not look like an Adam, and he couldn't call himself Claire because, technically, inside he wasn't. Pondering that for a while brought some focus back to his shocked brain until, eventually, he settled on the name Addy, Addy would do. Having settled that problem he needed to think about getting out of there. Clothing, the clothing Addy had on was wrecked, torn and tattered. It wouldn't do to go wandering about the countryside half naked. Back in the control room, and sifting through the debris she found the skirt that Claire had been wearing, the one stripped off in a frenzy an unknown time ago. Of course it fitted perfectly. One problem, male shorts showed below it. Fuck it, get rid of them. Shirt, tattered and no buttons left, tear off the bottom half and tie it up under the breasts.

Better than nothing. A transformation complete Adam, and Claire, became Addy Furey - for better or worse.

The daylight was starting to fade now. The sun had dipped below the low range of hills that flanked the facility's main road. There wasn't much left of the fencing and Addy didn't feel much like exploring anyway. Food would be good. Entering the canteen Addy discovered that the vending machines, naturally, had escaped destruction. Not so the refrigerators. Taking a length of twisted metal reinforcing bar it was quite easy to smash the machines open and, as the sign said, "Please make your selection". Once that was done stumbling over wreckage to the store room seemed easier and, banging the dust off a couple of blankets and a pillow, Addy returned to the staff quarters which seemed to have survived any real damage. Exhausted, head pounding and body aching, it was a relative slice of heaven to take to one of the cots, door firmly locked and a metal plate jammed under the handle, and roll up in the blankets. Sleep came but it was filled with nightmares, disasters, running scared but not knowing why and the like. Several times during the night Addy came half-awake to strange noises from outside the building but the exhaustion quickly fastened its grip once again.

Addy came awake with a start and looked around the room. Lying quite still and listening intently the silence was reassuring. Sitting up was quite a chore with a body that ached all over but it happened and shapely legs swung over the side of the cot. Sitting there, motionless, the enormity of the situation came again, unbidden. A thought formed, 'Okay, I used to be Adam... now I'm Adam in Claire's body. Claire, are you in here too?' brow furrowed in deep concentration, hardly knowing whether an answer would come or not but nothing. With a deep mental sigh Addy levered, 'yes, now I'm Addy' was the thought. Rising from the cot's edge and standing, stretching sore limbs then moving quietly to the door and listening again, for a minute or two, there was no sound so very carefully the metal plate came away from the door knob and the latch unbolted. Beyond the corridor was empty but filled with daylight. Exploring the other staff quarters rooms was easy enough and with gratitude was the locating of a pair of hiking boots. Gratefully the aching feet found them to be a perfect fit. Finding a few more pieces of clothing was a bonus but one surprise was the discovery of a gun. A rather deadly looking handgun, along with several clips of bullets. Large clips. The biggest surprise of all was still to come. In a lower drawer of the utilitarian bureau, beneath several manila document folders lay a slim, black rectangular wallet, inside the wallet was a military identification card. The face that stared back from the card's picture was, had been, Claire's.

Leaning back against the wall eyes went from gun to identification and back again. 'What was this all about? What did it mean?' the thought came but to that, as was becoming more usual than not, there was no answer only more questions. The half shattered ante-chamber of the control room yielded a lab coat which, when put on seemed a size or more too large but the gun, most of it anyway, fitted in one of the pockets and the clips in the other. Further searching turned up several more useful items, a smallish back pack which was promptly stuffed with supplies from the broken vending machines. A gallon bottle, opened and sniffed for odours appeared to be clean and was filled with cool water in the rest room. There was no real plan in mind except getting out of there and trying to find some help. As far as it went the facility was around twenty to twenty-five miles from anything and the thing it was closest to was the U. S. military base known as Area 51. Not the ideal choice but the only choice. Taking everything to what was left of the front of the building Addy peered cautiously around the arid, dusty forecourt of the building. The facility's four wheel drive SUV lay on its side, the roof partially caved in. Building rubble and roof wreckage lay scattered everywhere and spread in a wide circle. It was a scene of complete devastation which did nothing to raise the spirits. Taking a deep breath, and with one hand curled around the handgrip of the gun, Addy stepped out into the unknown.

The fences that bounded the facility, once tall and strong, surmounted by razor wire, lay flattened and twisted where they had been flung outward by the force of a shockwave, undoubtedly from the explosion of the machine's core. 'Surviving that was a fucking miracle!' came the thought.

"CLAIRE...." The voice was Claire's. This was followed by a gasp, an effort to drag more air into the lungs and a conscious effort to cry out in a deeper voice. "CLAIRE, ARE YOU HERE?" The voice was still Claire's.

Again the litany ran through the mind, 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...!'.

Moving across the forecourt the only sound was the sigh of a dry and dusty breeze that stirred the loose ground soil. Some pieces of insulation film rustled at its touch. With a deep sense of foreboding the booted feet came to the surface of the rough road and turned toward what had once been a main gate. So began the long walk. Twenty or so miles of this was going to be rough but there was no choice. About two miles along the road the low hill line to Addy's left flattened out into arid flatlands, true Nevada desert. Mesquite and Creosote bush speckled the landscape and here and there a Yucca, with its sharp, sword-like leaves stood out. Every so often a large cactus appearing. It was about then, coming up a slow rise in the road with a rocky outcrop a little way ahead on the right, Addy noticed something move, furtively. Stopping and peering at the spot intently revealed nothing more. 'Time for a drink' was the thought and taking the gallon bottle out a few precious sips and a little to cool the hot skin. Something moved, closer this time but disappeared instantly. Carefully re-capping the bottle Addy slid her hand into the pocket with the gun. 'What the fuck...?'

The thought never completed itself. Something coiled around the left ankle and yanked hard. Hitting the ground heavily, head colliding with the hot dusty ground, rolling several yards and coming to a stop, winded and looking up at the sky the cry burst free, "FUCKING HELL...!" All around now the sound of muted clicking rose. Left leg clamped tightly something was trying to climb along it. Then something clenched her right wrist, and hand, and pulled hard. "What th...?" the question sprang up but, the earlier thought, was never completed. Addy looked down to the left leg and froze. The lizard like creature was about a foot and a half long, pale skinned. Four short legs with splayed toes clamped into skin and its tail bound the ankle while it strained to get further up the leg. A panicky look to the right, and up, told the same story. Another was crawling its way along the arm. That one was closer, glittering black eyes and a round, thick lipped opening below them rimmed with fine tiny tentacles. The creatures both had elongated necks, stretching out now, reaching toward her. The one on the leg had reached a point where its head started to slither under the lab coat which had ridden up in the fall.

"FUCK YOU...!" The right boot came up and delivered a stunning kick at the creature on her leg, another then another. "FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH...!" With a huge effort the last kick sent the monster skittering away in the dust. Managing to scramble upright the left hand grasped the smaller one on the right arm and tore it free to hurl it away. There were perhaps a dozen or more now, all zeroing in on their prey. Fear gave way to pure anger, to fury. Something welled up and burst into life. Addy started spinning on the spot. Faster and faster around drawing dust and pebbles up into a whirling vortex, grabbing the lizard things up and trapping them in a mini tornado. Then a pure screech of fury rose from the centre of the twister and everything, struck by devastating arcs of blue-white lightning, exploded outwards. The creatures, literally torn apart by the lightning, spattered the desert ground and the tornado collapsed.

Addy stumbled in a circle gasping and gazing about in astonishment. The thought, 'What the hell just happened' came out of nowhere then a voice sounded clear and strong to the right.

"Well, I'll be damned if I ever seen anything like that."

Addy whipped around and clawed her gun free of the pocket in the lab coat, the hand grasping it was shaking, badly. The other hand came up and steadied it, just like they do on the television.

The man was standing beside the rocky outcrop by the side of the road. On his back a second weapon was obviously in some kind of holder but in his arms he cradled a vicious looking black rifle, a hunting rifle judging by the scope. It had a stubby magazine and a bolt action chamber. He wasn't holding it in a threatening manner and, by and large, he seemed totally at ease.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

"Whoa, easy lady, I ain't no bad guy if that's what you're asking?"

"PUT.. THE.. GUN.. DOWN..!"

"Now jus' hold on a minute..."

"PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN AND KEEP YOUR HANDS IN FRONT OF YOU...!"

He shrugged, "Okay, okay... just don't... y'know... do that spinnin' thing okay...!" He lowered himself to one knee and laid the rifle gently on the ground. His hands came up, palms outward. "Better?" he asked.

"Who are you?" asked Addy, the handgun still pointed directly at him.

"Name's John Black-Hawk"

Addy giggled, "Your parents named you after a helicopter?"

"That's Black, as in the colour, hyphen, as in dash in between, Hawk as in the bird". He pointed toward the sky. First thing my Pa saw after I was born."

"You Indian?"

"Why yes ma'am, Paiute... Nuwuvi, southern Paiute... born an' bred."

"And tell me John Black hyphen Hawk, where the hell did you come from?"

" I was visitin' away down in the south some, heading back home to the east when there's some almighty blast, a shockwave, earth shakin'... everything just went kinda blurry for a few seconds and when I cleared my head my truck wouldn't start no more... dead as a doornail, about five miles east of here. Now, would you mind lowering that pistol, you're shakin' so bad you might shoot somethin' by mistake!"

Addy realized he was right. "Sorry, guess I'm a little jumpy".

"S'okay... me too. Okay if I pick mine up? Them dickers might come back."

"Dickers?"

"Yeah, them critters that was after you. I was about to jump out when the others started in on you but then you, like, got all crazy and started spinnin' around and hollering... I just ducked back behind the rock." He looked around at the carnage, "Glad I did too. How did you do that?"

"I.. I.. I don't know..."

"You don't know?"

"It... just... happened. I was scared, then I got mad, then really furious and all of a sudden it.... Just took over."

"Well, could you do me a favour an' let me know when you're getting' mad again? I'd appreciate it."

Addy looked him over with interest now. Medium height, well sculpted in musculature with a strong, sinewy look and a definite six pack. He wore no shirt and his mid length black hair was held by a brightly coloured headband. His worn jeans were molded to his hips and legs and, at the end of those, a pair of somewhat worn cowboy style boots. "Well, you don't look like a 'Chato'"

He laughed, "yeah, and I ain't no Charles Bronson, trust me. Just hire myself out here and there as a hunter, tracker or guide depending on what folks want. Might not be much to some but this land, this desert, it's in my blood see. No place else in the world I'd rather be. So, tell me, what's a pretty white lady doin' wanderin' around in a place she don't know, whippin' up dust-storms and lightning?"

"Fair question. I worked... with my, uh, partner, at a research lab facility about five miles back down the road. There was an accident, some kind of explosion, I haven't seen my partner since. I've got this..."

Advancing warily toward John she held open the identification wallet, and she held the gun at her side still.

He whistled, "Military lady huh... guess you're tryin' to get to the base right?"

"Yes, yes to.... the... um base".

"Say, you weren't messin' around with one of them Area 51 project things was ya?"

"I... no... we were experimenting with a new power generator."

John nodded his head slowly, "Uh huh, and who was payin' the bills?" Addy clamped her mouth shut. "Well, we better get walkin' lady, got us a ways to go yet."

They set off along the road, John's dark, gleaming eyes swung ceaselessly from side to side and although he still cradled the rifle his forefinger was ever inside the trigger guard.

"So, John, those... creatures back there... have they always been here?"

"The dickers? Hell no, only started showing up after the big bang."

"And why do you call them dickers?"

"Well, see, what they do is wind up their prey and then just slide right on in to the body through every hole they can find. Once inside they just mush everythin' up and suck it right on down. Ain't a pretty sight. I came across some game animals that had been attacked, mushed up and sucked dry. Likely it's 'cause the dickers can smell water."

"Fuck..." Addy shuddered.

"Yeah, y' could say that, fucked, mushed and left all fucked up an' dead...!" He laughed at some private joke that had just occurred to him.

Addy looked nervously around, "and do these 'dickers' move mostly at night, or..."

"Night, day, don't seem to make no difference to them... driven by the scent of their prey from the look of It."

"Are they easy to spot?"

"Nope but I've got good eyes and you've got that spinnin' thing, just keep that in mind."

The day wore on, the desert remained spread around them, unchanging but the heat became brutal. John seemed unfazed by it but he accepted the odd sip of water from the gallon. Addy shucked the lab coat and draped it, like a cape on the head using the sleeves to tie a loose scarf. At some point in the afternoon John stopped. He looked up at the sun and back the way they had come.

"What?" asked Addy?

He didn't answer, he lifted one hand and cocked his head to one side listening intently. Then he saw it, moments before Addy did. A dust cloud coming along the road accompanied by a distant but unmistakable sound of an engine. John hefted his gun, Addy grasped hers. As the vehicle drew closer they could see it was a heavy duty vehicle, military design with a big square cab and flat nose. As it came toward them they stepped out on the road and waved their arms. The truck shuddered to a halt, noisily and a big man in a leather jacket jumped down.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his accent heavily Eastern European. Addy's jaw dropped.

"Tryin' to get to the base up the road before nightfall" said John quickly.

"Not long now... qwick, get in d' back... we got to move... NOW!"

Addy said, "Wh.. Who are you?"

"My name is Arnold but you can call me Arne... NOW MOVE!"

They scampered to the back of the truck and scrambled aboard. The rear of the vehicle was spacious but rather dark as it was covered on both sides and top. There were blankets and tarpaulins scattered on the bed and several mid-sized crates scattered about. Gratefully John and Addy dropped onto along bench seat that ran along the right side.

"Holy fuck" muttered Addy, "the Governor of California is driving this truck John...!"

"The Governor of what? Listen, I don't care if he's the damn Holy Mother... just be glad he came along!"

"Have you even seen The Terminator movies?"

"Have you ever learned not to look a gift horse in th' mouth?" retorted John.

Feeling disbelief and confusion Addy looked around the inside of the truck, eyes becoming accustomed to the gloom now. There were two women, on a pile of blankets, in the front left corner. A wiry man, he appeared to be of Latin-American descent, opposite them and to his right, in the back corner of the tray a soldier. Large, heavily muscled, clad in boots, greens and a flak vest. He was sharpening a large, wicked looking knife and bore a long scar down one side of his face. Addy's head shook slowly from side to side, everyone around her looked familiar somehow. Mannerisms, faces, the voices. It was as though she had dropped into some storybook. John, okay, maybe not Charles Bronson but close enough. The big soldier, a war movie, something about Vietnam. Peering into the gloom in the far corner the two women there, wrapped around each other. One with coloured hair in pig tails, tight little tee shirt top, cutoff, and an almost too short pair of shiny shorts. The other woman, taller, a waterfall of red hair, her skin appeared green to the eyes and her lips were locked to the others. Carefully Addy looked at the last occupant of the truck, just beyond John.

"Who... who are you?"

"Ripley, Flight Officer Ellen Ripley. Chopper came down about thirty miles south. Lucky this truck came by."

Thoughts crashed through each other, each yelling to be heard over the other... 'Vietnam, Arnold, green woman, Ripley.... what the fuck was happening? What the holy fuck was going on?'

"Hey, sweetie, y'got any water?" It was the doll with the pigtails.

"Unh, yeah... sh.. sure..." Addy replied as she passed the gallon bottle forward. The girl drank a big gulp then handed it back with a wide grin.

"Thanks... Harley's th' name... clubbin's th' game!" she chortled.

"And... your uh lady friend..."

"Ivyyyyy" came a sibilant murmur, then she spoke to Harley, "Why didn't you say you were thirsty? Here my petal, drink nectar...!"

In the next moment she pulled aside the bottom of her one piece costume and, fastening her fingers in Harley's hair, she pulled her lovers face down between her legs. Her head went back and a deep throaty sigh rose from her. Harley reached up between the long green hued legs and she spread the thighs wider to drive her face deeper.

"Jesus fuck...!" muttered Ripley and turned sideways on the bench to lay her head against the mid-rail.

Addy just stared, unable to look away. A memory of juices dripping from a woman's sex struck filled the mind, full force, heart pounding.

"Hey, Blondie..." someone pushed Addy's knee, "I said, HEY Blondie...!"

Addy looked slowly at the man speaking, it was the Latino man. A sudden thought flashed through the confusion, 'The Good, The Bad and The Ugly' who was the ugly in the trio?'

"What?" snapped Addy?

"Maybe you wanna have some fun too eh?" He had one gold tooth.

Beside her John shifted his weight and his rifle swung round. "Leave her alone friend".

"Eh? Was I talking to you desert rat? You want to meet my friend?" His hand moved like lightning and a wickedly curved knife appeared.

"It's okay John, I'm just getting a little angry" remarked Addy. John slid a little away from her toward Ripley who pulled her legs up.

"Aaaah, the little lady likes it angry eh?" said the man with the knife.

Addy slid off the bench with feet pointing toward the back of the truck, legs opening a little way. Leaning back against a crate the words coiled through the air like snakes, "Sure, I've got something to show you, come see...!"

The man with the gold tooth scrambled eagerly toward the tailgate and dropped to his knees, already undoing his belt. Addy began to twirl one hand, then the other. They began to glow in the dim interior of the truck. Everybody was looking now, with exception of the big soldier in the corner. Addy's hands twirled faster and crackling sparks jumped between them.

"Wha..." mouthed the man with the gold tooth and suddenly, with a scream of rage, two bolts of lightning hit him, mid-chest, and blew him out the back of the vehicle.

There was a stunned silence all around her then the big soldier raised his head slowly and said, "Well, y'talk th' talk an' y'walk th' walk...!"

Addy suddenly remembered him, "Thanks, Animal", 'Full Metal Jacket', the memory of the movie came back now but he'd already returned to sharpening his knife.

"Well shit...!" exclaimed Ripley.

"Ooooooh I wanna do that!" yelped Harley.

"Immmpressive" purred Ivy.

"Thanks for the warning" said John, "d'ya think he's dead or dicker food?"

"Don't give a shit!" exclaimed Addy, shaking. John slid back along the bench seat and, whether by accident or design, stopped against the warm body.

"Hey, hey... come on lady. He deserved it."

"It... it's not that... it's... just... just"

John's strong smooth skinned arm slid around Addy's shoulders. "It's shock... it'll pass, don't worry." He cradled Addy against him and let the tears stream down the attractive womanly face.

III

It was around thirty or forty minutes later that the big vehicle bucked, unexpectedly. The deep rumble of the engine choked, coughed twice and died away. Slowly the vehicle rolled to a crunching halt on the dusty road. Everybody looked up, around.

"Fuck me...!" snapped Ripley and scrambled her way to the tailgate to jump down.

Addy sat up from dozing against John's shoulder. Moving away, consciously, the words came out a little more sharply than intended. "I'm fine!"

John eased his arm from around her shoulders, "Oh-kay... no problem. All good lady." He was starting to become more than a little puzzled by the highly changeable attitudes his companion seemed to be prone to. He wondered, again, if the laboratory explosion had scrambled more than was visible on the outside. Part of him wished that Addy would open up a bit. A thought came to him, 'careful John boy, you could be gettin' in way over your head!'

A short time later the soldier, 'Animal', also jumped from the back of the truck. There were noises of varying degrees sounding from the front of the vehicle that indicated attempts were being made to repair whatever had gone wrong. Addy, easing cramped muscles, slid off the bench seat and stretched out on several blankets then pulled the soiled and disheveled lab coat over the top. John stretched himself along the bench seat and crooked one arm so his head rested on his hand. He appeared to be deep in thought and he was staring at the underside of the truck's top. Eyes drifting half shut Addy tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position. The problem was that the sounds from Harley and Ivy's corner were all too intrusive. The murmurs of passion, the sighs and 'oooohs' of excitement and the occasional gasp permeated the air, as did their scent. The scents and sounds swirled around and as much as one might try to shut them out they were pervasive, and beginning to become persuasive. Addy, trying hard to ignore them, failed and a tingling sensation started its feather light crawl across the barely contained breasts. A trembling feathered feeling fanned out from within a point in the belly. With a start, and a blush, Addy realized that the bare sex, beneath the scant skirt, was becoming wet, and very warm. 'How can this be happening?' was the thought. 'What the fuck is happening?' Risking a quick peek over her shoulder a truly erotic sight met the look. Harley was on her back, her arms, out-flung, her hands coiled around the mid-rail of the trucks framework. Her hips and legs writhed as Ivy slid the skin tight, shiny shorts down and over her feet. This had obviously progressed way past necking and petting. Harley's legs spread wide and, just before Ivy moved over to one side, Addy caught a full view of Harley's plump pussy, pink and slick. Ivy came to her knees and leaned forward over Harley to cover her mouth with a deep, hard kiss and then one hand reached down and inward. Harley groaned, head back and her hips raised slightly.

"Ohhhhhhhh Ivyyyyyyyy..." groaned Harley, "I love those fingers...."

Ivy chuckled a little and pushed the kiss harder against Harley's lips. Addy's gaze was locked now, unable to leave the scene. She was still watching when Ivy spread her legs wide and from that position, on her knees, her green one piece costume pulled taut between her ass cheeks and, even more provocatively, between her thighs. Quite suddenly it became a mere string between the lips of her sex, her mostly shredded stockings failed to provide any obstruction to the view.

Addy half rolled toward them then. Eyes locked onto the sight of the lush pink petals that spread either side of the green 'string'. Without hesitation, a memory welling up from deep within, Addy reached out and the forefinger, and index finger, of one hand touched the glistening flesh. Immediately the 'feather' in the belly blossomed into a heated plume, nipples stood, like bullets, and the moist feeling between the thighs became a trickle of juices.

The fingers at Ivy's sex became more insistent and the redhead looked slowly around over one shoulder, her eyes glittered an iridescent green, "Yessssss" she purred, "Feel my flower... feel my petalssssss welcome you!"

Addy wrenched at the obstructing string and it snapped in two. Ivy gasped and pushed a third finger into Harley. Free to explore deeper now Addy sent the hand between Ivy's thighs and cupped the bulge of the green woman's sex. Massaging it firmly the long slender fingers found Ivy's clitoris making the other swing her hips from side to side in small motions. Addy, with the free hand, reached down and pulled the hem of the skirt up. Sending two fingers between the thighs the heat and wetness was suddenly swirling there as well.

Ivy was so open, so close, so wet and the scent was positively intoxicating. It flowed over Addy and the arousal grew tenfold. Addy slowed the exploring fingers, Ivy pushed backward seeking greater contact then three fingers from Addy's right had slid deep into Ivy. The green goddess bucked and her fingers slammed deeper into Harley.

"OHHHH FUCK... FUCK IVY, OHHHHH YESSSSS...!" squealed Harley spreading her legs impossibly wide. Ivy responded with a fourth finger and her hand started sawing deeply into Harley who responded by grinding her hips against her lovers hand.

Addy, spurred on by this added a fourth finger to the hand that was plunging into Ivy. The redhead's throaty cry was muffled between Harley's breasts.

Suddenly, without warning, Addy felt the grip of two, strong hands at the back of the thighs, 'WHA...?"

A quick glance, not varying the thrusting into Ivy's soaking tunnel, revealed that John had slid off the bench seat.

"JOHN...!!!"

"YES! Relax pretty lady... just relax and enjoy!"

It was at that precise moment that Addy's mind stopped analyzing, not a thought in it except relief and release. It gave itself over to the sensations that were coursing through the body. The voice that groaned deeply, huskily from Addy's throat was a gasping demand for the fires to be put out, whatever it took. Eyes returned to Ivy's finger jammed pussy and then, with evil glee, Addy curled the thumb into the palm and pushed forward, at first gently, then more insistently. Ivy threw her head back and looked over her shoulder.

"Do it... take me... USE MEEEEEEE...!" she gasped. Addy pushed and the entire hand disappeared between Ivy's lips. Arching her back Ivy lowered her lips to Harley's ear. "Her whole hand is in meeeeee" she murmured throatily.

"Do me Ivy... FUCK, PLEASE, do meeee toooo...!"

Ivy obliged, her slim green thumb met her palm and she pushed firmly forward.

"OHHHHHH FUHUHUHK YES, YES, YES, YES." Squealed Harley.

John lifted Addy's upper leg. From behind he was very hard. Addy felt the bloated head of his cock nudging at the entrance, fingers swirled thick juices along its length and John pushed gently forward. The feeling was, all at once, intense, incredible, he filled the pussy so completely and the sensation of his large cock head forcing the passage open filled Addy's mind and body so completely.

"FUUUUUCK JOHN, OH GOD, FUCK YES...!" He started thrusting into the yielding flesh firmly, deeply. Addy was curling fingers into a fist inside Ivy and rotating it gently a little to one side, a little to the other, relaxing the fingers momentarily then back to a fist. Ivy was pushing back and forward, her softly sibilant shrieks rising now. Harley was stretched wide, her sex clamped around Ivy's wrist, her cries more strident.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.... OHOHOHOH... OOOOOOOOHHHH... I.. I.. IVY I'M, she chanted in a high pitched tone, "GONNA... GONNA..... AAAAAAAAHHHH, OHHHHHHHH OOOOOOH... SHIT, FUCK, OH FUUUUCK!!!" Harley came hard, her juices forcing themselves out, spreading, spraying, dripping.

John's pole drove into Addy, the fires were out of control, he reached up under the shirt and, clutching one breast, he squeezed one nipple and twisted it. Addy lost control.

"FUUUUUCK, FUCK, FUCK YES... THAT'S RIGHT, FUCK ME JOHN.... OH MY GOD, OH FUCK... OHHHHH OOOOOOH AAAAAH HAAAAAA!" The orgasm hit hard, swept through and over. An explosion between the legs and Addy's buried hand drove into Ivy who, quite unlike her usual self, screamed out her release and drenched the hand, and forearm, in a thick sweet flood of cum. "FUUUUUUUCK, OHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSS...!!! YES, YES, YES... FUCK YES...!!! Ohhhh, OhOhOh...!"

Addy fell back with John still buried in her and felt his pulsing dick pumping its load deep into its target.

"THAT'S IT JOHN... Give it to me, give it all to me...!

Ivy fell forward and coiled herself around the shuddering form of Harley. John clutched at Addy's breasts and ground against the beautiful globes of his lovers ass. They slumped to the blankets. John's strong arms cradling Addy's body, his skin warn and smooth.

'I don't know where to go from here!' thought Addy, 'but one thing's for sure, nothing is ever going to be the same again'. I delightful shiver ran up the spine.