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Kim Possible: Lust In Space	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 31184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. Lost In Space is the property of Irwin Allen/20th Century Fox. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner.

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Kim Possible: Lust In Space

Written by: fulwiz
Beta by: Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. Lost In Space is the property of Irwin Allen/20th Century Fox. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.
Note: This story is not a crossover. It is set in the Kim Possible universe with elements, but not characters, from Lost In Space included.

Chapter 03: The Reluctantly Horny Stowaway.

WHILE THE CREW OF THE JUPITER II SLUMBER IN THE DREAM FILLED STATE OF SUSPENDED ANIMATION, THE FINAL SECONDS UNTIL LAUNCH TICK BY. MEANWHILE, BENEATH THEIR VERY FEET, SHEGO IS STRUGGLING WITH HER DRUG ENHANCED LIBIDO... AND HER PANTS...

The green skinned thief was trying so desperately to un-stick her stuck zipper, she didn't even notice herself sliding out of the access tube to land on the deck. The fall knocked the breathing mask off her face, but her sex saturated mind barely took notice of that either. Some tiny portion of her brain might have registered this as a good thing, but she was too intent on getting better access to her pussy to care.
In desperation she gave up on the zipper. The sound of fabric tearing, as she shredded the pants with her hands, was music to her ears. Now naked from the waist down, with a part of the left leg of the pants clinging to her ankle as the only exception, her fingers went back to work on her desire inflamed pussy. With the obstruction gone, she could easily slide two fingers onto her moist hole, while pressing her thumb against her clit. She began moaning loudly as she pleasured herself. Loud enough to drown out the rising hum of the ship's power reactor, which she lay beside.
Her fingers plunged, over and over, splattering her aroused wetness over the deck plating. Her clit throbbed under the increasing pressure of her thumb, as she applied it with desperate need. Her splayed legs began twitching as she neared her peak. Her sex slicked fingers pumped faster and faster. She ground her thumb against her hot nub, screaming in ecstasy as she felt her lust saturated body react.
The orgasm ripped through her. It was even better than the first two, she'd had in the access tube. Panting moans escaped her lips while she lay in post orgasmic bliss on the deck. Then, just as she felt after the first two times, the need to do it all again surged up inside her. Without the face mask full of the compound constantly feeding her lust, she was able to think slightly more coherently than before. Enough, at least, to realize she wasn't going to be able to satisfy her desires alone.
The thought fixated in her mind. Masturbation obviously wasn't going to do it for her. She needed sex. Real sex. Mentally cursing Warhok for what he'd done to her, she rolled over and pushed herself up onto one hand and her knees. Her other hand, with fingers still imbedded inside herself, began, once again, to thrust. Her eyes went to the access tube. She had to get off the ship. Had to find someone to give her the release she needed.
Climbing back into the tube was difficult since she couldn't seem to stop diddling herself long enough to use both hands. She made it though. Inch by torturous inch, she crawled down the shaft, her fingers dancing inside her steaming opening all the way. At the end, her forehead bumped into the hatch that led to the aft landing leg. She almost didn't notice as her fourth orgasm, not that she was in any mental state to be counting, tore through her.
Once more, it hadn't been enough. Even as she was coming back down, lust resurged again. It cemented in her mind the need to get well and truly laid. Her free hand went to the switch that would open the hatch. She frigged herself furiously as she depressed the switch. Nothing happened. Again she hit it. Nothing. Realization and her fifth orgasm hit her at the same time. Her body twitched in the tight confines of the tube, while her lust addled mind told her she had missed her escape window.
She was trapped on the ship. Trapped and horny. Her sore, abused, pussy began to ache again. Desperation and need filled her head as she began to back her way out of the tube. She had to escape. Had to find her way off the ship. Had to get laid!
Her mind swirled and fogged as she dropped to the deck. She climbed unsteadily to her feet. Leaned against the reactor core. Slowly she moved. Her pace set by impending exhaustion, and the fingers which still drove themselves between her shaking legs. There was, she tenuously remembered, only one way off the ship now. She had to reach the main console on the flight deck. Only there could she release the locks and escape into the waiting embrace of a lover. Any lover.
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The internal diagnostic was 96% complete. Dee-Dee implemented the final section, testing her sensory input. Colors, shapes, and grid lines imposed themselves over her visual sensors. Her sight was perfect. Sharp tones, running up and down the scale, were processed by her auditory sensors. She could hear just fine. Heat, cold, and pressure registered on her tactile sensors. She felt fine too. Next she brought her olfactory sensors online. Instead of the normal testing routine, alarm bells began to ring inside her cybernetic brain.
The diagnostic cut off at 99% as she powered up to full functionality. Her atmospheric testing units, which served in place of lungs, began to analyze the unknown contaminant she detected in the ship's air supply. While the data was compiled and collated, she heard the voice of the ground flight director, counting down the final seconds to launch.
Within seconds, the analysis was complete. The contaminant was an unknown form of genetically altered retrovirus. She had no idea what it would do to the crew, but it shouldn't be there, and that was all she needed to know to take action. Her summation of the data led her to only one choice. She had to stop the launch.
“Danger,” she gasped, as she opened her safety enclosure. “DANGER!”
Automatically compensating for the four inch high stiletto heeled shoes she wore, she ran toward the lift. She quickly looked up and down the lift shaft. The platform was on the top level. Calculating the time it would take to bring it down, then ride it back up, she stepped to the side and began climbing the emergency ladder. The frilly hem of her short black dress made swishing sounds as she passed through the small opening to the next deck.
The countdown continued as she climbed past deck two. Spurring her to greater speed. She was almost to the opening to the flight deck, when she heard something else. Movement above her. And the sound of a human voice. A voice that sounded like it was in pain. Kicking her mobility servos into overdrive, she shook with pent up power before launching herself at terrific speed through the opening above her.
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Shego was halfway across the flight deck when her seventh orgasm overtook her. She lost her balance. Stumbling and teetering for a moment. Her weak, trembling, legs barely managed to carry her to the dome shaped navigation unit in the center of the deck. Leaning against it's smooth surface, she exhaled a low moan.
Her eyes lifted. She could see the flight controls. They were so close, only half a deck away. Yet her orgasm wracked and debilitated body told her it was so very far away. Still, the urge to get laid drove her. She half turned, braced her hands on the lip of the control panel, tried to push her body upright.
She almost made it when she heard a sound. A high pitched hum. It was behind her. Her head turned slowly. Like a wet dream, someone appeared, from seemingly out of nowhere. Her eyes took in the sight, like drinking in a fine wine. The girl was blonde, cute, and dressed in the sexiest, skimpiest, little french maid's outfit she'd ever seen.
As soon as she hit the flight deck, and resumed normal function, Dee-Dee immediately began assessing the situation. She knew she had little time to make a decision, as the countdown was rapidly nearing the single digits.
The woman had green skin, but was not Warmonga. That meant she was not part of the crew. She was not another Lowardian either, her green eyes and normal human size gave evidence of that. She wore, at least partially, a ground crew uniform. She was a possible threat to the mission.
Taking a wary step closer to the woman, Dee-Dee inquired. “Who are you? What is your purpose here?”
The questions went right over Shego's head. Her mind was so saturated with sexual thoughts, she couldn't bring herself to concentrate hard enough to understand them. She could barely even make herself speak her need. “Need you. Help me!”
Dee-Dee's mind switched gears as she heard the plea and gathered more sensory evidence. The woman was in obvious distress. She appeared highly fatigued. She was barely even able to stand on her own. If she were to fall, which seemed imminent, she could injure herself.
Taking another step closer, Dee-Dee debated her options. She had mere seconds to come to a decision. Two of her core processes came into conflict. One, the need to render aid to any human who needed it. The other, her sense of duty. Help the woman, or stop the launch? There wasn't time to do both.
Shego swayed, stretching her arms toward the beautiful blonde. She had to have her... Needed her... Wanted her...
Priorities were fixed as Dee-Dee came to a conclusion. She had to help the woman first. It was imperative. She would let the launch proceed as scheduled. After she saw to it that the woman was no longer in any danger, she could simply contact ground control and have the ship returned to Earth. It was the only logical way. As the final few seconds of the countdown ticked off, she stepped forward and took the woman in her arms.
Shego sighed in the blonde's embrace. She grasped the girl in her arms and tried to pull her closer. “Yes! Touch me!” She ground her body into the other. “Grope me! Fondle me!” Her hips humped and bumped against the soft skin of the blonde. “Kiss me! Lick me! FUCK ME!”
The sudden, and incongruous, outburst from the green skinned woman startled Dee-Dee. She couldn't process the input correctly. Just as the countdown reached zero, she tried to disentangle herself from the woman's clutches.
The Jupiter II lurched around them as it began to rise from the launch cradle.
Encumbered by the weight of the woman, who was trying to wrap her whole body around her, Dee-Dee tried to adjust her stance. One of her stiletto heels became entangled in the scrap of cloth hanging from the woman's leg. Her gyroscopic balance system couldn't compensate for all the random factors fast enough. Together, the two of them fell toward the navigation dome.
Their combined weight cracked the dome. Crushed a portion of the console. Sparks of uncontrolled power erupted from the destroyed panel.
Shego had her eighth orgasm. Touched off by the blonde's soft body and the jolt of electricity surging through her own. The multiple sensations, along with the fatigue her body was experiencing, finally overcame her. She passed out.
Arcs of electricity were frying portions of Dee-Dee's cybernetic brain. There was only one way she could defend against further damage. She went into emergency shutdown.
The Jupiter II climbed upwards through the Earth's atmosphere. Upon reaching the proper designated distance from the planet, it automatically switched from thrusters to the stellar drive. Space twisted around the flying saucer as it began to move at many times the speed of light.
IS THERE ANY HOPE FOR THE UNCONSCIOUS CREW, AND ONE STOWAWAY, ABOARD THE JUPITER II? IS RESCUE IN THEIR FUTURE, OR WILL THEY BE COMPLETELY... LOST IN SPACE!? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING CHAPTER OF... KIM POSSIBLE: LUST IN SPACE!
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