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The Red One	By : Lennox Category: +G through L > Lilo and Stitch Views: 10178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lilo & Stitch. The characters are the property of Disney and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

Chapter List
- 1-The Red One
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Captain Gantu turned at the sound of soft pattering through the metal pipe above him. He quickly drew his sidearm and fired three successive plasma shots into the ventilation system, narrowly missing the escaping Experiment Six-Two-Six.
"He's headed for the power... grid."
The lights died on the bridge, and Gantu and his pilots felt a shudder throughout the prison transport ship.
"What was that?" the captain asked his crew.
"I don't think he's on the ship anymore," the first pilot replied.
"Confirmed," the second pilot pressed a few buttons on his console. "He's taken a police cruiser." A small red shuttle flew past the cockpit window. Its sirens were blaring, and a grinning illegal experiment sat at its helm.
"He... uh, took the red one," the first pilot muttered.
"Yee-haw!" Six-Two-Six cried. He honked the cruiser's horn as he flew away from the ship. His moment of escape was short-lived. A squadron of escorting police cruisers quickly gave chase and caught up with the fleeing experiment. They fired green blasts of plasma as warning shots across the red cruiser's nose. But Six-Two-Six refused to stop. He pushed the cruiser's joystick as far forward as it would go. His ship lurched forward and spun around, its thrusters propelling it back towards the fleet. A large plasma cannon lowered from the base of the red cruiser. It spun to life and fired plasma blasts towards the pursuing ships. The fleet scattered to avoid his shots, desperately diverting their course to avoid a collision. But one ship wasn't so lucky. With two paws on the dashboard, Six-Two-Six looked up just in time to see cruiser collide against his. The impact had severed his cannon and disabled his thrusters. The pursuing officers quickly surrounded him in a tight formation.
"That's it. We've got it! We've got it!" one of the pilot's yelled into his radio.
"Ha-ha. Nook. Noogie-bey," Six-Two-Six laughed, and he smashed a circular piece of glass with his paw. He pulled the red handle out from the console as the ship's computer spoke.
"Hyperdrive activated. System charging."
"He's engaged his H-drive!" one of Gantu's pilots cried.
"Warning: Guidance is not functional," the computer spoke again. Six-Two-Six ignored it. He rotated the handle to its horizontal position.
"Pursuit Commander," Gantu called through his radio. "That crazy trog is about to make a jump."
"BREAK FORMATION!" the commander cried. "GET CLEAR OF THAT SHIP!" The fleet quickly dispersed and fled the area. The red cruiser's engine had ignited; it left a trail of smoke and flame as it flew through space. One by one, a row of lights illuminated in the cockpit as the hyper-drive was charged. Six-Two-Six laughed as he stood in his seat. He wrapped his paws around the handle.
"Navigation failure. Do not engage Hyper...." the alien pushed it back down into the console and activated the hyperdrive. A blast of blue and purple energy was emitted, and the red police cruiser made its jump and vanished into space. The resulting electromagnetic pulse rippled from its exit window and disabled the giant transport ship. Without power, Gantu couldn't follow. And without a heading, neither could the other cruisers. The giant captain fell back into his chair. He banged his fist upon the armrest in frustration. Gantu sighed and lifted his hand to rub the side of his face. He was not looking forward to giving his report.
"Get me Galactic Control."
*****
By the time word of his escape had reached the Grand Council, Experiment Six-Two-Six had traveled hundreds, possibly thousands of light-years. He stood on his seat, his nose pressed up against the glass dome, and watched the stars flying past his tiny cruiser. They were nothing more than long sliver streaks in the blackness of space. It was impossible to tell where one star ended and another began. He fell back into his chair as his ship lead him blindly across the galaxy. Six-Two-Six pressed a few buttons on his console, completely unaware of what function they'd perform. When a clawed finger pressed another one, the computer spoke back to him.
*BEEP*
"Guidance is not functional. Navigation failure."
*BEEP*
"Guidance is not functional. Navigation failure."
The illegal alien had no idea what it meant, but he didn't care. He was free from his creator's lab, free from his holding pod, and free from the Galactic Alliance. He didn't know where he'd end up, but he knew it would be a better life than what the Council had planned for him. But as Six-Two-Six looked back up at the passing stars, he quickly realized the price of his freedom; he was now completely alone. There was no one around him and nothing to destroy. His knowledge of the universe was minimal at best. Jumba hadn't taught him much before they were arrested. But in the lonely nights in his lab, surrounded by nothing but small colored balls with numbers printed on the sides, Experiment Six-Two-Six had taught himself a couple of things to pass his time.
He pressed his furry thumb on the buckle around his waist and his orange prison jumpsuit split apart around his waist. He peeled his clothes off and tossed them to the floor under the console. Thanks to his fur, Six-Two-Six was never truly naked, nor had he ever thought of himself as such. But now that he was alone and out of the jumpsuit, he found himself enjoying the feeling.
Six-Two-Six brought one of his paws down to rub between his legs. His soft cooing echoed around him in the small shuttle. This was what he had taught himself on those quiet nights in Jumba’s lab. His heart started to beat a little faster as that familiar feeling rushed inside of him. He was making himself excited in his isolation. His blood began to rush to the twin cocks between his legs, one above the other, and both of them starting to emerge from the small pouch at his crotch. He kept rubbing himself to coax his members from their hidden pocket. As they emerged, he wrapped two paws around them, and slowly begun jerking himself as he grew to full height.
Six-Two-Six leaned forward and parted his lips. He effortlessly sunk his top shaft into this mouth while his paws worked the lower one. He felt that familiar tingle within him, that feeling of pleasure and excitement. He had done this many times in the lab, but Jumba's camera scanning across the room prevented him from ever fully enjoying himself. Six-Two-Six placed his feet up against the console and wrapped his other two paws around his legs. He sunk his cock into his mouth and felt the tip bump against the back of his throat. His paw massaged the head of his second shaft, stroking it softly above his face and his thumb teasing the slit at the very tip. Each breath he took filled his lungs with the scent of his arousal, and he was able to wrap his tongue around his length. Six-Two-Six had grown to love the taste of his flesh. He would often get himself hard and then simply slide his tongue along his lengths. Six-Two-Six slowly pulled his shaft from his mouth, quivering as he left his moist tongue and pursed lips squeeze every inch on his way back up to the tip. He slowly sunk himself down, feeling his shaft fill his mouth again.
Over and over, faster and faster, Experiment Six-Two-Six humped against his mouth. His tongue wrapped firmly around his shaft, spiraling along his length with each thrust of his head. He had always enjoyed the pleasures that his lips had given him, but countless times he forced himself to stop and hide from Jumba's roaming cameras. He had often felt that something would happen, as he sucked himself more and more, but he never had the chance to find out exactly what. But now, on his own and rocketing through space, there was no better opportunity.
The familiar feeling quickly rose in Six-Two-Six's loins, and he pulled his mouth back to inspect his cocks one last time. He held them gently in his paws, one glistening in his saliva from the console light. He didn't know if these were normal or even what he was doing was normal, but he didn't care. Six-Two-Six was immensely proud of them and loved the pleasure they could bring him. He opened his mouth and lifted his hips again, letting one of his shafts bump against the back of his throat once more. He bobbed his head up and down his length, eager to find out where this new feeling would take him. Six-Two-Six loved to destroy, and he couldn't deny the thrill that it gave him. But this thrill was already feeling different. There was something more to it... something else. And then, he felt it: the feeling of something rushing, perhaps rising through him. He couldn't stop it, but he didn't want to. With one cock in his mouth and the other in his paw, he was determined to see this through.
His eyes went wide as the first spurt of cum splashed against the back of his throat, unexpectedly swallowing this mysterious substance. Experiment Six-Two-Six had no time to wonder about it, as he was quickly greeted with another and then another. The blue alien pulled himself back until the head of his shaft was at his lips. His thick seed quickly flooded his mouth, and he took a few seconds to properly taste and study this flavor. It was a little bitter, perhaps slightly rubbery as well. But it was also thick and potent. He swallowed the load in his mouth as he kept cumming, his eyes locked onto his second cock. His cum erupted from the tip with such force that it shot straight up, splattering across the ship's glass canopy above him. He laughed as he pulled his cock from his lips, aiming both his dicks to paint the dome above him pearly white. With the glass covered above him, Six-Two-Six placed both cocks between his lips to swallow the final spurts.
When his orgasm subsided, Six-Two-Six let himself fall back into the chair, panting loudly. With a paw resting on his stomach, he thought about what he had just done. His blue chest rose and fell with each breath. He could almost feel his cum swimming around in his stomach, and he could still taste it on his tongue.
"Eegalagoo," he muttered to himself. He stared at the thick cum that had painted the glass ceiling. The smell of his seed quickly filled the small cabin, and it soon filled his lungs with every breath he took. All this was utterly foreign to Experiment Six-Two-Six. He had no idea what he just swallowed or why it came out of him. But there was one thing he did know for sure; he wanted to do it again.
Six-Two-Six re-adjusted himself on the seat. With his head almost hanging off the edge, he lifted his legs and guided his cocks, still hard, to his mouth. His lips parted as he pushed them inside his jaw, letting his tongue slip and rub between them. Last time he worked his lips over his members; this time he was fucking his own mouth. His legs and hips moved faster and faster, plunging his cocks in and out of the warm, moist hole that was his mouth. Six-Two-Six tried to focus on the feeling that he got the first time, moving as fast as he could to give it to himself again. He wanted it, he craved it, and he wouldn't stop until he reached it. He was so focused on sucking himself that he failed to notice the tiny red dot appearing on his radar and words flashing on the screen:
'Possible Collision. Adjust Trajectory.'
Whatever this object was on his radar, he was still trillions of miles away.
Six-Two-Six came again in his mouth, but this time, he was expecting it. He greedily swallowed every drop his body gave him. His thick seed would flood his mouth, and then he'd happily gulp it down. Still new and inexperienced, several globs seeped out of the corners of his lips. He tried as hard as he could, but not every drop could be swallowed all at once. However, when he was finished, he swung his legs to the backrest of the seat, licked any spilled cum from his lips before sinking his cocks back into his mouth once more.
*****
Experiment Six-Two-Six had no idea how long it had been since he made his escape, nor did he care. He was starting to enjoy the thick, sticky substance that his body provided and had easily swallowed over a dozen loads in a few short hours. He never felt tired or never felt sore, and his stomach had a slight but noticeable bulge from the amount of sperm he had swallowed. As another load started to pour into his mouth, he only just started to notice the blinking red light on the console above him. Once he had swallowed the final spurts, Six-Two-Six sat up in his chair.
"Warning: Collision imminent," the ship's computer finally spoke. Six-Two-Six looked up in a moment of panic, but the window was still covered in his cum. He stood on top of the console and dragged his tongue across the glass, licking away enough cum to see the giant blue planet looming in front of him. The ship was starting to shake and rumble as it entered the planet's atmosphere. Six-Two-Six could feel the heat emanating from all around the cruiser. He franticly gripped the joystick to pull the ship out of its descent. But he pulled too hard and it broke away in his paws.
"Choota!" he swore loudly and tossed the gearstick to the floor. He dropped to his knees and gripped the broken lever in a vain attempt to take back control of his ship. But without the triggers or buttons on the side of the stick, his efforts meant nothing. His navigation was out, his engines were damaged in the battle, and now he could no longer steer. Six-Two-Six realized that there was no way out of this. He grabbed his clothes and quickly slipped them back on. He pressed the belt buckle to fuse the jumpsuit back together around his waist. With the red police cruiser now within the planet's atmosphere, he could make out a small collection of islands amongst the vast blue ocean below him. It was a long shot, but he might just make it. Unable to find an eject button, he frantically strapped himself into the chair. His claws gripped and dug into the fabric of the seat. With limited visibility through the cockpit window, Six-Two-Six could do nothing but watch as the island came closer with each passing second. He shut his eyes tightly as his ship plummeted towards the surface of the planet.
”Warning: Collision in T minus 120 seconds."
Experiment Six-Two-Six waited for the inevitable crash. He expected to perish with his cruiser. The cost of his freedom and the escape from the Council turned out to be his own life. If this was going to be his end, Six-Two-Six was glad that he'd die free. But as his ship trailed across the night sky above the island, he was completely unaware that a young Hawaiian girl was watching the crashing ship from her bedroom window.
Experiment Six-Two-Six had no idea that he would change her life forever.
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SX wrote a follow up trilogy to this story. Read it here:
http://cartoon.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600096502
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