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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 04: Somewhat Angsty Secret Lesbian Exposition, In Space!
WHEN WE LAST VISITED THE JUPITER II, IT WAS HURTLING THROUGH UNKNOWN SPACE AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT...
Kim awoke from a dream of having her pussy eaten by a green skinned woman. She moaned and tried to pursue her fading dream lover, who was moment by moment becoming a hazy, indistinct, vision of her receding subconscious.
The door of her suspended animation chamber was open. She was surrounded by the telltale flashing of the red emergency lights. The sound of the collision alert klaxon pierced her ears. In the stroboscopic light she saw Betty Director rush past her tube. The silver clad woman was headed directly for the flight controls. There wasn't any panic on the woman's face, nor did Kim feel any herself. After what happened to the first Jupiter space ship, they had undergone many weeks of emergency training, preparing them for any problem that should arise.
Ignoring the aroused wetness seeping into her ultra thin and ultra tight silver flight suit, Kim shook the last vestiges of the intensely erotic dream out of her head. As she ran toward her command seat, she did a quick mental assessment. Per emergency protocol, she and Betty had been awoken first from suspended animation. There wasn't any sign of the ship's robot though. Dee-Dee should also have been activated in the event of an emergency. That didn't bode well, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.
In the red flashing lighting, Kim could see only one sign of damage to the ship. The navigation dome, which should had shown a swirling display of stars, indicating their position in space, was unlit. The clear hemisphere was blank, and cracked. Sparks were coming from the far side of the dome. This wasn't a good sign, but it accounted for the collision alarm. If the navigation system was out, they had no automatic control of their flight path.
Betty was already buckling herself into her pilot's seat, when Kim reached her own command chair. She tried not to notice how the crisscrossing straps of the harness lifted and separated Betty’s already tightly encased breasts as she strapped herself into her own seat. Tearing her eyes away from the well endowed pilot, she began studying the readouts on the console in front of her. “What's the sitch?”
The one eyed woman activated the manual control override switch. From beneath the console in front of her there rose a joystick type maneuvering interface. She grasped the thick shaft of it firmly in both hands and began manipulating it with obvious experience. “Navigation's out. According to the sensors, we are about twenty light seconds away from a small group of asteroids.”
Knowing full well what even the tiniest microscopic piece of space rock could do to her ship at their current speed, Kim immediately hit the button that would disengage the stellar drive system. Even with the artificial gravity unit compensating, she could feel the ship lurch as it fell out of light speed. The view of the starscape from the forward windows went from unbelievably high speed streaks to simple pinpricks of light.
Both women breathed a sigh of relief as Betty deftly maneuvered the Jupiter II out of the path of danger. At normal speed the asteroid field was now a very long way away. So, they both realized as they looked out at the unfamiliar pattern of stars in front of them, was their destination. Not a single star, or galactic cluster, or nebula that they could see matched any configuration or pattern they knew.
Kim unstrapped herself and stood up. She braced her hands on the upper edge of the control panel and leaned over the consoles, straining to look upward through the three large windows. Tilting her head right and left, she tried to make the sight in front of her align in a way she could recognize. It wouldn't. “Where the heck are we!?”
Betty swallowed hard as she looked at the glorious spectacle in front of her. It took her a few moments to force herself to stop staring at Kim's tightly ensconced teenage ass and look out the window. After a few deep, calming, breaths, during which time she made herself resist the urge to bury her face between the Captain’s well rounded and athletic butt cheeks, she managed to speak. “We appear to be lost in space.” She paused for a moment, as they both considered the implications of that seemingly simple statement. “I think there is a bigger question we need to answer, however. How did we get that way?”
“Right.” Kim agreed. “Let's start with the navigation system.” They turned and headed toward the large cracked dome in the center of the flight deck. “I can't think of any way it could have gotten damaged enough... to...” She stumbled to a stop as the two of them got close enough to the navigation dome to see the damage to the far side of the console, and the two figures laying on the floor, one sprawled atop the other, previously out of their line of sight. “Betty? Am I hallucinating, or do you see this too?”
Betty Director wondered the same as she shook her head in disbelief. “If you see an unconscious, enticingly half naked, Shego... And Dee-Dee in an extremely revealing french maid outfit.., then either we're both hallucinating, or neither of us are.”
Kim dropped to her knees and began to pull the nonfunctional, and sexily dressed, gynoid off the unconscious woman who shouldn't have even been aboard the ship. “Betty? Start reviving everyone from suspended animation. From the looks of it, Shego is going to need medical attention, and Dee-Dee is in need of repairs.” She shoved again, rolling Dee-Dee completely off Shego. Then she let out a gasp due to the fully exposed sight of Shego's unclothed lower body. “And hurry!”
Hurry, Betty did. She had to, or else she might have done something very unbecoming of an on duty officer, such as taking advantage of their stowaway’s unconscious availability, right in front of her commander. Thankfully working the suspended animation tube controls was enough to distract her from her ever increasingly lustful thoughts.
Five minutes later, as the Jupiter II continued to sit motionless in an unknown and uncharted section of space, Kim and her mother watched as Warmonga laid Shego's limp body on the diagnostic table in the medical bay. Kim knew that, one deck beneath them, Vivian and Betty were attempting to put Dee-Dee back in working order.
Kim desperately hoped that, once revived, one or both of them would be able to shed some light on their predicament. The damage to the navigation dome hadn't appeared intentional, which was very puzzling. As was Shego's presence onboard. If it was sabotage, as the partial ground crew uniform seemed to suggest, why had it been so lackadaisical? It certainly wasn't Shego's style. Unless, there was something more. Something they hadn't found out about yet.
Looking up at the large green alien beside her, Kim voiced her concern in the form of an order. “Warmonga. I want you to do a through check of the ship. Make sure nothing else has been disturbed, damaged, or tampered with.”
Warmonga dropped to her knees and bowed her head. “As my beautiful Great Red commands!”
Seconds later, the alien woman was off on her task. Even though Kim had much more important matters to be concerned with, Warmonga's public show of servitude caused her to blush. It was just as embarrassing as usual, but this time, there had been something else. For just one moment, while the green giantess was on her knees, Kim felt the urge to give her some very different instructions. Instructions that she knew, without any doubt, the alien would have just as eagerly and submissively carried out. That thought brought a heated flush to another part of her body.
In an attempt to quell the unaccountable lust surging through her teenage body, Kim turned back toward the diagnostic table.
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Thanks to the light weight metal alloy which comprised Dee-Dee's internal structure, the robotic girl weighed no more than a human of equivalent size. This made it relatively easy for Betty and Vivian to lift her up and onto the workbench in Vivian's private work area. Since the blonde scientist's hobby and main duty aboard the ship were one and the same, the area served double duty. Not only could she build an entire robot from scratch using the contents of the room, she could repair Dee-Dee if or when she became damaged, which was unfortunately now the case.
Vivian quickly determined that the damage to Dee-Dee was primarily located in her cybertronic brain. The tiny wisps of smoke emanating from her ears was an obvious giveaway. She immediately began the process of detaching the robot's head from her body, so that she could access the damaged circuitry directly through the neck interface.
While Vivian was busy unscrewing Dee-Dee's head, Betty was giving robotic girl's sexily clad body a close examination. It was completely unnecessary, but served to keep her mind off of other things. For some reason, ever since her emergency revivification, she seemed unable to ignore just how sexy and desirable everyone around her was.
Betty had realized from a very young age, she preferred the fairer sex. She had more than one pleasant memory of her early explorations with her fellow Pixie Scouts on their many camp outs. Her passions came to full bloom while she was in the military, mostly during “nighttime maneuvers” in the barracks. By the time she left the service to join Global Justice, she was as confirmed a lesbian as it was possible to be.
Most people didn't know this about her though. She never went out of her way to hide which way she swung, but she also didn't yell it from the mountain top either. So, except for those few she chose to be intimate with, most people she knew had no clue. A category she was pretty sure her fellow space travelers fell into.
There was another category they all fell into too. Anne was married to James. Kim was engaged to Ron. Vivian was married to her work, but had gone so far as to build a robotic companion. A male one. Warmonga had her, very estranged, Battle Mate. Even the stowaway, Shego, was well known for usually associating with men of the “more brawn than brains” type. All of which added up to a really big problem for Betty. She was almost insanely horny... And surrounded by beautiful women... And every single one of them was straight!
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Dr. Anne Possible was extremely horny. She had been ever since her suspended animation tube opened and she was confronted with what Betty told her was a medical emergency. Focusing on her work had kept her lust at bay, so far, but she was really, really in need of some pussy! Unfortunately her problem was being exacerbated by the half naked, and exotically sexy, green woman laying on the diagnostic table in front of her. Worse, it was obvious that, to her trained medical eye, Shego had been very recently engaged in some intense sexual activity. The poor girl's beautiful bare pussy looked like it had been rubbed almost raw!
She listened as her daughter gave Warmonga orders to search the space ship, while trying very hard not to give in to the urge to kiss Shego's boo boo. Just to make it all better... Of course!
In an attempt to distract herself, as she began her examination of the unconscious woman, she tried to think about something, anything, else.
Given her state of aroused need, it wasn't too surprising that her mind went right to Lilith. She met the woman one day after dropping her then four year old daughter off at preschool. The two of them had many things in common, which led to them becoming friends. It was a friendship that grew into something more. Much more.
Anne shook her head to dispel the memories of her secret lesbian love affair, and everything it eventually led to. Thinking of all that wasn't going to help her one little bit with her current problem. At least with her daughter right here, she should be able to resist the intense temptation she was feeling. She hoped.
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Vivian Porter attached a cable to Dee-Dee's disembodied head. Then she hooked the other end of the cable to a complex diagnostic computer. Her actions were outwardly cool and efficient, but inside, she was anything but. Her mind was swimming in a sea of lustful thoughts. Thoughts that threatened to expose her biggest secret. In an attempt to avoid thinking of it, she concentrated on some of her lesser secrets.
One of those secrets wasn't so secret anymore. That she was a robotic design genius. But up until the incident, when her work was stolen by Dr. Fen, she had kept anyone from knowing about her skills in that area. It had been a relief to take the position offered by Dr. Possible, at the Middleton Space Center, and finally show the world some of her true colors. But there were other things she definitely didn't want the world to know about.
One of those was that she was actually the daughter of one of the five richest people in the world. Porter was a common enough name, and so far, nobody had made the connection between her and the famous Pop Pop Porter frozen snack food empire. Keeping their relationship secret was something both she and her father wanted. She wanted to live her own life, not dwell in his shadow. He wanted to keep up the family friendly appearance of his business, something that publicly acknowledging her might endanger. Hence he employed the services of an anonymous super hacker to erase any connection between them, then had set her up with a generous trust fund, and they went their separate ways.
Her father had good reason to worry about her ruining his image. As things stood right now, only three people in the world knew her biggest secret. Her, her father, and her underage lesbian lover. All of them wanted to keep it that way.
Vivian had always preferred girls to boys, but she never acted on her feelings. Though outwardly she might look charming and vivacious, she was actually extremely shy. So shy that when she became a teenager, and boys really began to notice her in ways she didn't care for, she used her superior knowledge of robotics to build a mechanical boyfriend just to keep them at bay. Not only did Oliver, as she called him, keep her penis bearing pursuers at bay, he also came in handy at helping to hide her robotic aptitude from the world. With him as a stalking horse, she was free to live her life the way she wanted to.
Unfortunately, her life was pretty lonely. Unable to get over her shyness, she came up with an outlet for her inner tensions. Something that would allow her to interact with other people who enjoyed robotics and, she hoped, would help break her out of her shell. She called it the Robot Rumble.
It was there, during those violent underground displays of mechanical might, that she met the girl who would steal her heart. A girl who was, if anything, smarter than herself. Was just as socially awkward. And who was the one who made her take the biggest risk of her life.
One night, after the both of them won in their respective weight and technological sophistication classes, she summoned up her courage and invited the girl home, ostensibly to show her a new robotic design she was working on.
Vivian smiled as the diagnostic computer checked out the malfunctioning Dee-Dee. The girl hadn't been the slightest bit fooled by her pretense. In fact it had been Justine Flanner that made the first move and gave her that first kiss. A kiss she would cherish for the rest of her life.
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Warmonga's first thought, at her mistress’s mention of sabotage, was to check the off switch. She was on the lift platform and almost to the lowest deck of the ship before she remembered there wasn't one. The Jupiter II was designed and built by humans and therefore didn't include that feature so specific to her own species' spacecraft. A feature she had long questioned the wisdom of, but never voiced until the one on her own ship had been used so effectively as the first step in what she thought at the time was an elaborate human plan to end the invasion of the Earth.
During her entombment beneath the crashed spacecraft, Warmonga had a lot of time to think about, and question, many things she previously took for granted. So sure was she that her life was going to end, she allowed herself to come to conclusions, many of which were uncomplimentary to her own leaders, that she never would have if she thought she might live.
The first and most important conclusion she reached was that her leader's great plan to invade, conquer, and subjugate every other species in the universe was just plain stupid. Everything Lowardian was geared toward that goal, from it's war machine factories to it's people. Nothing was left to chance. All aspects of life on her home planet were directed toward ultimate conquest. Everyone followed the dictates of the leaders from the day they were decanted from the cloning tanks, to the day they were assigned a Battle Mate and sent out to invade a planet of the leader's choosing.
Until the invasion of the Earth failed, that had been the totality of her own life. Like others from her clone batch, she had been assigned to a group of Learning Mates, who would all be educated together. Later, as she reached the first stages of physical maturity, she was assigned a Sex Mate, for the purposes of moral boosting and stress relief. Even later, as her formal education ended, she was assigned a Hunting Mate. As sometimes happened, if Hunting Mates proved successful, they were reassigned as Battle Mates. Which is what happened with her and Warhok.
It was a system she followed blindly, up until she was given the task of finding the legendary Great Blue. That had been the very first time she ever experienced both failure and humiliation.
Warmonga felt the lift jolt to a stop. It fractured her chain of thought, which, given the direction it had been headed, she was glad of. There would be other times to dwell on such things. Right now she had a task to perform, and she would do so to the very best of her ability.
The hum of the Jupiter II's reactor core thrummed through her body as she began searching for any signs of sabotage. She didn't have to look far. A trail of girl juice splatters led her to three things that were obviously not supposed to be where they were. A large puddle of pussy juice, an open cell phone, and a breathing mask.
After a year with Kim Possible, Warmonga knew a lot about cell phones. She could immediately tell that this one had a feature most didn't have. The blinking red recording light made that obvious. She hit the playback button while she examined the mask.
A couple minutes later, as the recording of the last call finished, she flung the mask away from her as if it were a crazed Thorgoggle.
Warmonga sighed with relief as she began to understand the true nature of the sabotage. “Thank the stars my former Battle Mate has not done something truly dangerous! Once the air system of the ship is cleansed, there shouldn't be anything to worry about.”
She turned back toward the lift. “It is so lucky that none of the crew has any same gender related tendencies, otherwise things would be really bad...”
Then, as if her own words triggered a thought, her skin flushed turquoise in fear. “My Mistress! Oh no! What has Warmonga done!?”
WHAT HAS WARMONGA DONE!? WHAT DOES “REALLY BAD” ACTUALLY MEAN!? WILL THE AUTHOR EVER KNOCK OFF THE EXPOSITION AND GET TO THE HOT AND HEAVY LESBIAN SEX!? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING CHAPTER OF... KIM POSSIBLE: LUST IN SPACE!
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