Night Flight
Once Dragonfly had achieved a safe altitude and she was sure the cloaking device was working, Akima Mars set Dragonfly on auto-pilot. Kitten and Pandora opened some storage bins and passed out what looked like a cross between jumpsuits and coveralls. “At least put some clothes on. Wherever we end up, we all can’t go around naked.” The women grumbled, but complied. Then Akima Mars addressed her passengers. “I hope you’re all fucking proud of yourselves! Not only did you trash someone’s home that was probably worth over a million dollars, we also left behind countless hours of video footage and still photos and we could’ve really used the money they’d generate once they were posted online.” The other women all started protesting at once, trying to blame someone else. Harley could tell she wouldn’t be heard in the uproar, turned and began looking at the many instrument panels on Dragonfly. “It doesn’t matter who started what!” shouted Akima. “We had a perfectly good base of operations, and now it’s shot to hell.” She clenched her fists and tried to compose herself.
“Hey, Akima,” Harley called out. “Check out this neat game of ‘Space Invaders’ I found.” A holographic screen had appeared, showing an image of Dragonfly with flashing red icons moving closer and closer to it. “Don’t you dare tell me you messed with the controls of this ship, you little…” Akima was rapidly losing her temper. “I didn’t touch nothin’, honest! It just popped up by itself!” Kitten and Pandora moved closer and pushed Harley out of the way. “Holy shit!” exclaimed Pandora. “It’s our threat detection system.” “Someone’s firing at us,” Kitten gasped. “B-but we’re cloaked,” Akima stammered. “No one should be able to see us.” Kara elbowed her way to the control panel. She’d been in space numerous times, and had a working knowledge of how most of the instruments operated. Kara brought up a screen to show their present course and position over earth. She gasped as she realized just where they were now. “Oh shit, are we in trouble now.” “What the hell are you talking about, girl?” demanded Akima. “When you took off, you didn’t bother to plot any kind of course, or check where we were going, Akima.” “Forgive me if I was a little preoccupied. I though saving our asses from the authorities took priority.” “Akima, we’re directly over freaking Area 51 in Nevada!” Kara exclaimed. The three galactic video starlets looked at her with blank expressions. “It’s where the government stashes alien technology or anything else they don’t want anyone to know anything about. It’s public knowledge that they can shoot first and not ask questions, or terminate with extreme prejudice anyone trying to break into or fly over that area.” Everyone’s face grew a little paler as they realized the situation they were in. “They’ve got some kind of technology that can spot even this ship, and now they’re trying to shoot us down!” exclaimed Kara. A high-pitched alarm sounded from the panel. “Everyone brace for impact!” Pandora shouted. “One of those missiles is locked onto us!” A loud impact was heard and the ship shook violently. Multiple hits followed in quick succession and numerous warning lights began flashing. “This a cruiser built for traveling...not a warship,” said Akima Mars. “The damage those missiles just did mean this ship’s not gonna last much longer unless we do something drastic.” She pressed a button and hatches slid open, revealing two escape pods. “There’s no time to argue about this. Gerta, you and the sisters get into one. Jordan, Kara, Harley and Ivy get in the other.” “But what about you three?” asked Kara. “We might be able to bring this ship down and then do limited repairs to it,” said Kitten. “There’s still one more escape pod as a last resort,” explained Pandora. “It’s nothing personal, girls,” said Akima. “But too many wild cards like you have thrown a giant wrench into the works.” “With the lot of you out of the way, we just might be able to save this ship,” said Pandora. “And I don’t want to be responsible for the rest of you if our idea doesn’t work,” said Akima. The other women stared at her in astonishment. “At least this way, you’ll land some-where and still be alive. If you stay here, I can’t make any guarantees with this amount of damage done to Dragonfly.” None of the other women were happy about it, but they split into the two groups and entered the escape pods. Akima pressed the button to seal them, and then ejected the pods off of the ship.
“Okay girls, it’s time to play our last card,” said Akima Mars. She began manually shut-ting down various programs and components of the ship. Kitten and Pandora’s faces grew more concerned. “If I shut down everything but the engines and a few other systems, we might be able to coax one last burst of hyper-speed from this baby.” “But that’ll be like trying to pilot a rocket without a guidance system,” said Kitten. “If we stick around here, we get shot down and who knows what happens after that. Do either of you really want to take that chance?” Her partners shook their heads. Once everything was ready, Akima gritted her teeth. “Sit down and strap in tight girls. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.” The engines delivered a massive thrust, making it almost seem like they had hit warp speed. What was on the radar screens from Area 51 was now suddenly a thousand miles away. The missile attack stopped as Area 51 couldn’t continue to fire on an unidentified craft all the way across the nation. The tortured engines finally gave out as the ship passed over Florida. Akima now need-ed to find some place to set Dragonfly down and see if it could be salvaged. “At least we’re out of that mess now,” Akima sighed. “But we overshot Florida, and we’re headed straight into the Atlantic Ocean, Akima,” noticed Pandora. “Not for long we aren’t,” said Kitten. Dragonfly’s momentum from the huge burst of speed was wearing off, and they were going down quickly. “We don’t have enough juice left to make it to the Bahamas, but there’s a deserted island up ahead, with a nice, sandy beach,” said Akima. “Let’s hope that I can bring her down softly.” Thanks to her piloting skills, Akima was able to bring the craft down without injuries, and they exited the ship and surveyed their surroundings. “What was that you said about this place being deserted?” asked Kitten, pointing to the perimeter door. “Okay, I stand corrected. Let’s go see if anybody’s home and see what our options are.”
Inside the complex, Ebony looked at her PC in concern as the software alerted her to the landing of a new ship on the beach outside. “I’d better let Tiffany know about this.” “Sometimes I think there’s a giant ‘welcome sign’ outside on the beach, judging by how many visitors this place gets,” Tiffany grumbled after getting the news from Ebony.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two escape pods had flown out of Dragonfly on a southern trajectory. There was no way to control the direction of their descent, but the pods were programmed to slow down and cushion the landing impact, similar to a parachute. By the time they reached the ground, both pods were deep into the Brazilian rainforest, and were scattered miles apart.
In one pod, Jordan rubbed her head. All four of them were shaken up, but they had not suffered any broken bones and at least they were still alive. Kara’s cape had covered her head during the landing and as she removed it, she felt a hard object in an interior pouch. She pulled out Kara’s communicator. With Kara in a weakened from the effects of Gerta’s spells, Jordan tried sending an SOS message as best she could, not truly knowing how the device worked. “Hopefully, somebody somewhere’ll get this message and send help for us.” The four women got out of the pod and stretched. Kara seemed the most shaken of them all. “Can’t ya just fly us all outta here, Kara?” asked Harley. “Sorry girls. Gerta did something to me back at the mansion and it’s still affecting me to a degree. The only thing that’s still working is my heat vision to a point.” She was able to slice away vines and branches to slowly clear a path, but that was it. “Let’s see if we can find a river, and maybe that’ll lead us to a village,” said Jordan.
Several miles away, the hatch opened on the other pod, and Gerta and the sisters emer-ged from it. By now Kate and Kaz were fully back to normal. Gerta knew a tongue lashing to them now would do no good here. “We need to find a hill so I can get my bearings. From there I can cast a directional spell und try to find our old base in the rainforest.” The sisters certainly didn’t have any better ideas and silently followed Gerta, not wanting to anger her any further.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As the three video starlets entered and began to explore the Island complex, they were soon met by Tiffany and Ebony. All five women were somewhat worn out; Tiffany and Ebony from an afternoon of mutant sex with Storm and Mystique, and Akima and her girls from a very harrowing escape from the mansion in the Hollywood hills and then exiting Area 51. As tired as they might be, it didn’t stop any of them from immediately appreciating the astounding beauty and figures of everyone as they took in each other’s appearance. “Just who might you ladies be?” asked Tiffany. Even worn out, she found herself quickly becoming aroused at the sight of Akima, Pandora and Kitten, even though the three of them were wearing the ‘overalls’ from Dragonfly. “You must be Tiffany,” Akima Mars replied. “And a big, strong girl like you simply must be Ebony,” she continued, taking in her dark skin and huge size. “Just how the heck do you know who we are?” asked Ebony. “And why is your ship double-parked on our beach?” added Tiffany. “I’m sorry, ladies...where are my manners? I’m Akima Mars, and these are my two good friends Kitten and Pandora. We’re galactic video starlets, currently marooned on Earth. We got to hear some of the details about you from a lady named Barocca. We met her on a space station called Cinnebar, before moving on to Earth.” Tiffany’s expression softened as the pieces began to fall into place. She and the other amazons had heard stories about these three from Barocca, the last time she was here. Each of them now knew that they were all in the porn business to one degree or another.
“Our ship developed some engine trouble and we had to make an emergency landing on your beach…” explained Pandora. “I may not be a space engineer,” said Ebony, “but I can tell when something’s been shot at. Our external cameras showed some images of your ship...looks like someone’s been using it for target practice.” Akima Mars sighed and rolled her eyes. “Like I said before, we’re not from Earth. We had to make an unscheduled departure from the Hollywood hills. Before we knew it, we were over something called ‘Area 51’...it turns out those damned military bases take their privacy very seriously, and started shooting at us.” Ebony and Tiffany raised their brows in surprise. “As long as they don’t know where you are now, I guess that’s all right,” said Tiffany. She had no desire to get involved with the government or the military. “But we need to try and figure out a way to try and get you three back home, or wherever you want to go.” “Yeah, that ship of yours stands out like a sore thumb on the beach,” said Ebony. “Let’s pay a visit to Dee Dee,” said Tiffany. “She’s the tech-guru around here, and just might have some ideas.”
The group of women headed towards Dee Dee’s lab. Inside, she and Summer were going over some of the videos she had made at the studio in the Hollywood hills, and were doing final edits before posting them to the web site. “It was nice of that studio to give you copies of the films you made for them, Summer. These are really gonna go over great once our customers see them on the web.” “I know...I had a great time meeting Akima and her girlfriends.” Just then the door opened and Tiffany’s group entered. “I’d really like to spend more time with them and make some films with them.” “That may happen sooner than you think, darling,” said Akima Mars, greeting Summer. Introductions were made along with a quick recap of how Akima, Pandora and Kitten arrived on the Island. “But if you’re here,” asked Summer, “where’s Jordan? We sent her to your studio so she could make some videos with you and your girls.” “And judging by the condition of your ship, what the hell happened?” asked Dee Dee. As Akima fielded questions, and the women found seats, Kitten and Pandora began eyeing Dee Dee’s equipment, and exploring things on her PC. “Things got a little out of hand at the mansion, and we had to leave abruptly. We took Jordan and all the others with us. When they started shooting at us, I sent them off in the escape pods.” “And just where are they now?” demanded Tiffany. “I made a decision to make sure they survived, rather than let them continue to be shot at if they stayed with us…” “Hey,” interrupted Kitten. “Dee Dee’s got access to the galactic Interweb on her PC. We’ve got more options than we thought.” “What’re you doing, messing with my computer?” asked Dee Dee. “Sorry...couldn’t resist exploring it, as one techie to another,” answered Pandora. “How’d you get access to something like this?” “I use it for keeping in touch with the Vectrans, if it’s any of your business.” Tiffany rubbed the bridge of her nose and gave a frustrated sigh. “Do you mean Rhiannon and those delightful girls of hers?” asked Akima. “She was a joy to work with both on Cinnebar and later at the party Gerta threw at the mansion.” Tiffany’s head was starting to spin from all of the information she was absorbing and how it all began to fit together. “All right...it seems we all know each other a lot better than any of us thought we first did. We can all sit down around a campfire, make ‘smores’ and tell stories later on. Can we focus on the problem at hand...finding Jordan and making sure she’s all right?”
“No problem, honey,” answered Kitten as her fingers flew over the keyboard. “First we’ll make sure nobody spots our ship outside until we can leave.” She opened an application and tweaked some of the settings. “There...that takes care of problem number one.” “Don’t go installing any freaky alien software,” said Dee Dee. “We had enough problems with that in the past.” “This was already on your box, bright eyes. It’s the hologram program you use. I just paid a few extra credits to get you the full version of it.” “You’re being awfully generous with our credits, my dear,” said Akima Mars. “If we don’t find a way off this island and then off this planet, Akima,” replied Pandora, “none of us will be able to spend any of those credits, if we’re stuck here.” “Now the beach outside will look just like a deserted beach, thanks to the hologram I generated,” explained Kitten. “Have one of your girls peek outside and check it out.” Ebony contacted Tami and had her look outside, and confirmed that their ship was con-cealed from prying eyes.
“And now to find out more about where your girl Jordan is at,” Kitten continued. “Our ship is close enough that I can still access some of the instrument logs remotely.” A digital screen appeared on the monitor and she scanned it closely. “Ah, here we go. The pods were ejected at this point…” She brought up another screen showing a map. “And they went off on this trajectory.” Dotted lines simulated the two pods going down somewhere deep in the middle of the amazon rainforest. “That’s just fucking great,” exclaimed an exasperated Tiffany. “That narrows it down to only somewhere in South America to try and find Jordan...if she’s even still alive.” “Don’t blow a gasket, honey,” explained Pandora. “Give Kitten a chance to work her magic.” “I’m trying to access the records log for the pods, but this box of your only has so much power,” said Kitten. She tapped a few more keys and got what she wanted. “Here’s the low-down on the pods: both went down safely, one showing four life forms and the other three.” Akima Mars gave a quick recap on who was in the two pods. “I don’t care about those other three,” said Tiffany. “Just bring my girl home safely.” “I can also pick up that someone used an external communicator to send out an SOS message,” said Kitten as she examined the log. “Apparently it was received by someone, because another craft was sent later that day, homing in on the signal from it.” “Your girl Jordan has friends in high places, Tiffany,” said Pandora as she looked closely at another screen Kitten had opened. “Whoever received that message sent out some major players from the meta-human community: ladies named She-Hulk, Knockout and Giganta.” Tiffany’s eyes popped open in surprise, along with the other girls’. “We’ve met those girls briefly before, but I didn’t think Jordan had any way of contacting them.” “And we’ve seen them on Cinnebar, and also got to meet them briefly at the mansion at the big party,” said Akima. “With those three looking for them and Kara to help protect her, I don’t think Jordan has anything to worry about...it’s just a matter of time before they return her home.” “Give me a few minutes, and I can find a way to tap into their communications system and get a message to the girls who were sent to rescue them,” said Kitten. “Once they’ve got them, I’ll ask ’em to drop Jordan off here on their way back.” “But if that’s some kind of government technology you’re hacking into,” asked Dee Dee, “won’t they be able to trace it right back to us?” “Not with some of this snazzy software you got from the Vectrans, honey. Between that and the way you’ve removed this island from the maps and Internet, nobody will find this place unless you want ’em to.” “Except for you, the trio of mutant girls and who knows how many others…” grumbled Tiffany. “That was because both ships were out of control and they stumbled onto this place by accident, darling…” explained Akima. Tiffany wasn’t happy about it, but realized there was nothing else she could do at the moment. “All right, we’ll wait until we hear more on how they’re doing, and when they’ll be back.”
Akima Mars seized the moment and tried to steer things towards what they did best. “Well, now that we’ve done all we can, why don’t we get to know each other a little better?” Even though she was bustier than Tiffany, Akima hadn’t been able to take her eyes off of her incredible figure. “This’ll sound weird coming from me, but I need to take a rain check on that offer, Akima. My mind’s still spinning after that mutant girl Mystique changed her appearance so many times when Dee Dee and I did it with her.” Akima knew from experience that not everyone took well to their abilities to change their appearances, and decided not to press the issue. “Whenever you’re ready darling, we’ll be here for you. But there must be something we can do for you girls, after we showed up so unannounced like this?” “Why don’t we show Dee Dee some of our video library?” asked Pandora. “If she sees something she likes, we can give her some copies that she can post to their web site.” Akima ground her teeth at the thought of giving away videos for free, but also knew she had to make an effort to get along with her hosts while they were here and forced a smile as she nodded. “And we could also do some solo posing for Dee Dee while we’re at it,” added Kitten. “I’m sure you girls market still photos as well as videos to your fan base?” As Dee Dee nodded and warmed up to the offer, Akima Mars could almost feel her blood pressure rise slightly, but could only nod in agreement. She gripped the arms of the chair she was sitting in so hard, one of her long fingernails cracked. Tiffany noticed Akima looking at her fingers and then saw the ruined nail. “C’mon. Some of the girls here are a whiz at doing nails, and they can fix that...from the way your ship looks, you’re lucky that’s all the damage it did to you.” Akima gave a frustrated sigh and followed Tiffany out, pausing long enough to glare at Kitten and Pandora.
Several hours later, Dee Dee’s stomach began to feel better after an extensive tour through the galactic starlets’ video library. Thanks to their technology, they were able to remotely access the videos which were stored on discs on Dragonfly. Dee Dee wasn’t completely surprised when she saw the three of them performing as super-hung shemales, after hearing Barocca’s tales about them. “You three must be using those ‘micro-flesh bond’ dildos that Summer brought back.” “Where do think she got a hold of them, honey?” answered Kitten. And seeing them alter their hair color and facial features wasn’t totally upsetting to her, after experiencing it beforehand with Mystique. She and the other girls had all had to ‘reinvent’ themselves slightly during their modeling careers so they could continue to appeal to a wider audience. But after thinking she was ready for anything, Dee Dee had prodded Kitten and Pandora to see some of their more exotic and unusual videos with non-human species. She regretted it almost immediately, and the girls had to stop the playback before Dee Dee lost her lunch while watching some of their more bizarre scenes. “Sorry about that, Dee Dee,” Pandora apologized. “Since we’re not from earth, we’re used to doing it with non-humans.” “We have to appeal to whatever planet we’re appearing on, and sometimes that means a drastic change in our appearance, as well as what kind of sex we have,” added Kitten. “Boy, you can say that again,” said Dee Dee. “We can market a certain amount of your material as big boobs will always be a big seller. And we know firsthand that shemale material is becoming more and more popular too. But I wouldn’t even know how to even describe or try to market some of those scenes I saw you three performing in...there’s always a chance some-one out there might like them...but I think we’ll stick with what we do best for the time being.”
They headed out of Dee Dee’s lab and walked towards her quarters. They met Tiffany and Akima Mars in the hallway. “Since you two and Akima are so eager to ‘help out’ around here, here’s an idea: we’ve got two new girls, Ashley Renee and Magenta who are visiting the Island,” said Tiffany. “We’ve met those two are wonderful ladies, Tiffany,” said Akima. “Summer and some other models made some films with them back at the mansion, before we had to leave.” “Since we were running everything, we didn’t have time to appear in any films with them,” said Kitten. “But we can’t miss an opportunity like this, now that we’re all together,” added Pandora.
“I’ll let ’em know you’re here,” said Tiffany. “After the experience they had being with Lulu, I think they’ll enjoy working with you, especially since they’ve already met you.” “That sounds fabulous, darling,” said Akima. “Film everything and we’ll each get copies we can each release later on.” Tiffany glanced nervously at Dee Dee. “Shouldn’t be a problem with that. I don’t think any of our fans will have access to the Galactic Interweb and find them there.” “Tiffany, let’s go greet Ashley and Magenta and set things up,” said Akima Mars. They headed off to the guest quarters.
“Let’s find an empty room and we’ll put that hologram program to good use,” said Kitten. “You know what’s more popular to your fans,” added Pandora. “We’ll cater to some of their requests for photos sets with just big boobs.” “After that, you two can put those ‘micro flesh bond’ dildos to good use,” replied Dee Dee with a wide smile. “And I’ll bring out my own one-eyed snake to come out and play.”
