Tommy Allen and the Intergalactic Cavern of Doo


Captain Tom Allen of the Intergalactic Space Corps hastily
shoveled the alien power-blaster-gems into his secret bag,
every sense alert for attacking Splurgs or Walla-monsters.
The bag full, he sped through the corridors of the ship
and reached up to place it on the shiny surface of the
transporter-thing.

The transporter-lady logged the bag in, her long fingers
expertly playing over the transporter-computer.  She
looked up at me.

"Three seventy-one," she said, and then she looked back down
at Captain Tom and smiled.  "That's a cool hat!"  Gallant
as ever, the space-hero turned away and made a noise.  I
handed her a five.

The transporter-lady in the Sweet Factory was maybe seventeen,
with long blue fingernails and a tight stretch top that ended
an inch above her waist, nicely showing off the curve of
her pink stomach and the tiny gold hoop that pierced the skin
below her navel.  Her hair was pulled back tightly around a
broad pale forehead, and her eyes were sharp and friendly.
Her lipstick was pale yellow.

"One twenty-nine is your change," she said, sliding the
money and the receipt into my hand.  I smiled and thanked
her, looking her in the eyes and enjoying the sophisticated
innocence of her face for a couple of seconds too long,
until her mouth quirked and she broke eye-contact.  Captain
Tom Allen pulled at my shirt.  "I'm Thursday!" he said.

A tall young man in baggy pants and a crew-cut had been
loitering nearby while Tommy searched for gems; as we walked
out of the store, he slouched over behind the counter and
placed his hands on the transporter lady's slim hips in the
most natural way, leaning down and muttering something in her
ear.  She laughed and pulled away from him as Tommy and I
merged with the crowd.

"Thursday," Captain Tom repeated, "I want wah-tah!"

"Tommy," I said, dodging a baby-stroller and a couple of
young men in leather, "Keda and your Mommy are probably
already wondering where the heck we are."

"But I am soo-oo hot!  I neeeeed wah-tah," the space warrior
insisted, "and Keda is a goooooon!"

"Tommy!"

"You denember, she didn't want to share?"

"That wasn't nice of her.  But still we don't call each other
goons."

Captain Tom made the noise again decisively and resumed
pulling on my shirt.  We crossed the stream of traffic to
a mall directory ("You Are Here") and set off for the nearest
drinking fountain.

"You're going to use up all the water!"

"Mmmmnmnphmmllmm!"

"And your chin's all wet," I observed, accurately but
pointlessly, fiddling with the pay phones and waiting for
the Hero of the Battle of Magna-Crunch to finish soaking
the front of his shirt.

"Hey, look at this!"  At my touch, a little keyboard and
alphanumeric display had slid out into my hand from the
bottom of the third telephone from the left.  Tommy, chin
dripping, flounced over.  "It's a little computer for
deaf people, I think, so they can use the phone without
being able to hear, or talk, or something," I explained.
I pushed the "A" key, and a green "A" glowed on the
display.

"Wahr!" Captain Tom growled, "A secret access thing!  I
type in the magic code!"  He reached past me and without
hesitation typed in the magic code, which as it turned out
was "DSFOIUERLKJDSF".  With a deep rumbling sound, the wall
beside the telephones opened, revealing a rocky tunnel
leading down into darkness.

"The Intergalactic Cavern of Doom!" Captain Tom gasped,
and with a brave curl of his dauntless mouth he launched
himself into the opening, disappearing instantly into the
gloom.  I followed him as quickly as I could.

The tunnel was tall, but narrow enough that I couldn't avoid
contact with the walls, which looked sharp and rocky but
felt oddly warm and disturbingly soft.  "Tommy," I called,
"Tommy slow down!"  But there was no answer, and I pushed
myself forward faster, so fast that when the tunnel ended
and the floor dropped away I couldn't stop myself, but
tumbled headlong into the vastness of the cavern beyond.

I came to rest after a brief slimy slide, on the ground
near one wall of a wide syrupy space lit by a million
flickering candles, its ceiling invisibly high above
me, its floor soft and yielding under my hands.  I got
carefully to my feet and looked around.  One of the
numberless candles burned near my face, atop a thin
greyish stalagmite.  The flame, I noticed, was in the
shape of a tiny woman, dancing naked with her arms above
her head.  She grinned at me and closed her eyes.

"C'mon, dah-dee!"  Tommy called from somewhere ahead.
I left the candle there and loped off in the direction
of his voice.  Captain Tom of the Space Force was
standing in a cleft in the wall of the cavern, peering
around the corner.  I came up behind him, intending to
casually grab him and give him a big kiss on the back
of his neck, but he turned very earnestly and put a
finger to his lips and went "SHHHHHHH!" very loudly.

The shiny metal door around the corner, at the base of
the cavern wall, was guarded by two Space Force regulars,
one of whom (the tall one with the baggy pants) was
engaged in nibbling the neck and fondling the bare
arms of the other (the one with the yellow lipstick
and the belly-button ring).  As his hands rose up
toward the twin low hills of her chest, I considered
clearing my throat to subtly attract their attention; but
Tommy's wild snickering giggle beat me to it.  The shorter
of the guards pushed the taller one away and sprang to
attention.

"This sector is Off Limits, sirs," she said, "Splurgs
have been sighted!"  And indeed a huge red neon sign
above the door was flashing "Splurgs Sighted!  Maximum
Danger Level!"  A nice effect, I thought.  "Unless you
have Super Clearance?" she added.

Tommy looked back at me hopefully.

"No problem," I said after a second, "Super Deluxe Clearance
it is!"  The guards unbolted the door and opened it for us.
I smiled at the smaller one as we passed through.  Did she
wink at me?  There was, I noticed, a light dusting of green
glitter on her delicate eyelids.  I didn't kiss them.

We were, naturally, surrounded by Splurgs within seconds after
the door closed behind us.  "Karate-chop action!!" screamed
the redoubtable Captain Tom, laying about with the edges of
both hands and beating back an alien slug-thing attack that
had threatened to knock off his way-cool Space Patrol hat.
"C'mon, da-dee!"

I helped chop Splurgs for a bit, but they were too many for
us, and clearly we would not last long.  The piles of
chopped and blasted Splurgs around us were mounting and
my energy was almost exhausted, when suddenly the enemy
ranks broke, and shouts of Splurg terror filled the air.

"Cool!" said Captain Tom, climbing a pile of Splurg entrails,
"Flaming Supercharged RoboUnicorns!"  And Flaming Supercharged
RoboUnicorns it was indeed.  They made short work of the
Splurgs that did not run away quickly enough, and then
turned to us.  And from something in their flaming robotic
ultra-vision eyes, I knew that we were not out of the woods
yet.

The RoboUnicorns herded us silently onto a waiting grav-shuttle,
and we were whisked through light-years of space.  Tommy pressed
his nose to the window and ooh'd and aah'd at the passing glory.
I slumped down on the bench and stretched my legs out in front
of me and closed my eyes.  When Tommy said, "Look, dah-dee,
it's Saturn!", or "Look at the dragons bat'ling!", I made
noncommittal interested sounds.

The grav-shuttle touched down in the midst of a gleaming
steel palace, and we were escorted into what was obviously
the throne room.  As we gazed around, wondering what would
befall us next, the room suddenly filled with the voice
that I dreaded most.

"So!" the voice said, in sweet but terrifying tones, "what
have we here?"  Down a ramp from the balcony stepped...
Her.

The Great Hive Mother Herself.  Resplendent in tight leather
and shining steel, she radiated beauty and command from every
inch, from the spike heels on her black boots to her dangerously
flashing eyes.  Eyes that can turn a man's insides to mush in an
instant.  Or mine, anyway.

And with her, following just a step behind, a smaller but
pointier version, dressed more demurely but still able to
melt a man's heart with a single glance, Princess Keda, Keda
the Undeniable, Keda the --

"Goon Queen!" whispered Tommy beside me.  And he stuck out
his tongue.

The Hive Mother paced back and forth in front of us, the
muscles moving maddeningly in her nearly-bare legs.  I
swallowed and adjusted my pants.  She grinned at me and
slapped the handle of her whip against her palm.

"Out with the Splurgs, were we?"

"Battling them fiercly, your Insatiable Majesty!" I declared,
saluting smartly.  She scowled.  I tried not to stare at her
breasts, pressed up and forward by the leather bustier.

"Battling them," she sneered, "or perhaps consorting?  Perhaps
conniving?"  Beside her, the Princess stuck her thumbs in her
ears and waggled her tongue at Tommy, who made a rude noise.

"Honest, your Greatness," I protested, "ask your RoboUnicorns.
There were Splurg guts everywhere!"

"Aren't there always?" she replied.  "A little torture will get
the truth out of you, I think."  She twined one hand in my
hair, and ran the other ruthlessly down my chest.

"Mercy," I gasped, "Mercy!"  I could feel my insides liquifying
already at her touch.  Magnficent mouth pursed, she stood for a
moment, considering my pleas.

"What do you think, Princess?" she asked over her shoulder.
But the erstwhile Goon Princess had already pardoned the brave
Captain Tom, and the two of them were rolling sociably on
the floor, tickling each other and giggling.

"Oh, all right," the Great Mother sighed, releasing me and
lowering her marvelous ass to a nearby bench.  "Come sit by
me, Lieutenant, and tell me of your adventures."

I sat down eagerly, and casually slipped an arm around her
waist.  "Nice armor, your Majesty," I remarked.

"He said modestly," she retorted, sliding one hand around my
neck to check my authorization codes.  I tried to look innocent,
although her laser eyes were again turning me to mush.

"This is Tommy's gig," I shrugged.

"Yeah, right," she breathed, her face close to mine.  My head
began to swim, and I realized she was using her Super Pheromone
Powers to wear down my resistance, "I'm sure it was Tommy's idea
that his Mommy show up in leather panties and a push-up bra."

I could only grunt in reply; her lips were tantalizingly close
to my mouth, her breasts nudged my chest.  At the last moment,
I was saved by a loud claxon that split the palace air.

"Splurgs!" shouted the twins in unison, springing to their feet.
And indeed a small horde of those evil slimy insecto-reptillian
hulks had just burst through the doors at the far end of the
throne room.  Captain Tom rushed to meet them, and the Princess
hurried to a concealed panel in the wall.  "In here, you guys,"
she exclaimed, "you'll be safe in there."  The Queen and I
hurried into the dark chamber, which closed automatically
behind us.

The Hive Mother and I lay comfortably on the secret mattress,
watching through the viewport as Keda rushed to the Captain's
aid.  Karate-chops and kicks and forward rolls made short
work of the front rank of the invaders, and the air filled
with ululating war cries and Splurgs saying "Ouch!".

"They're so cute," the Hive Mother remarked.  Ensorcelled
again by the closeness of her body, I could only murmur
agreement, as I found my hand, against my will, slipping
under her leather panties to cup the firm globes of her
ass.  She purred and turned toward me.  Her lips found mine,
and her tongue was sweetly caressing my mouth when the
twins returned.

"No more Splurgs!" Keda announced.

"Perfect timing!" exclaimed the Queen, emerging with me from
the secret compartment, "Now everyone into nightclothes, and
get ready for bed!"

"Awwwwwwwww!"

With only the usual fussing, the smaller humans were wiped clean
of Splurg-guts and their teeth were brushed with the latest in
nuclear-voltaic Tootherizor Things.  Then I helped the Queen
strap them into their own cozy wall-nooks and kiss them good
night.

Back in the warmth and darkness of our own secret place, I
worked the knobs and switches of the Queen's armor, and it
fell away, revealing her naked form in all its glory.  She
stretched luxuriously.

"Ah, that's nice," she said, "that bra's pretty hard on the
tits."

By way of apology, I took said tits in my hands and stroked
them tenderly.

"Mmmmm," she purred, "that's nice, too."  Her hands found the
magnetic latches of my Space Corps uniform, and soon I was
bare as well.  I ran my tongue over her stiffening nipples,
and her hands slipped down my body.

"And what is THIS?" she gasped, as her hands reached the tops
of my thighs.  I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and
put my lips by her ear.

"That, Your Grace, is the Royal Sceptre of the Hive."

"And a very nice Sceptre it is, too," she murmurred, her eyes
closed and her fingers moving gently over the artifact, which
was growing larger and hotter as she stroked it.  I raised
myself up over her, and the sceptre rubbed against her hip.
She smiled.  "But Lieutenant, if you have the Royal Sceptre,
does this mean --"

"Indeed," I said, "I am not a mere Space Corps Lieutenant,
but the Rightful High King of the Hive."  She gasped, and her
eyes rolled up as I pressed my leg against her body, between
the sweet mounds of her thighs.  I licked her parted lips with
my tongue, and squeezed the Royal breasts.

"Do you know of the Prophecy?" she breathed, piercing me again
with her gaze.

"The Prophecy?"  My head was spinning from the warmth of her
body and the touch of her hands.

"It is said that the Kingdom will know peace again when the
Sceptre is returned to the Cavern of Doom."

"I thought we were already in the Cavern of -- ahhh -- of Doom?"

"Not the outer and visible Cavern," she whispered low in my
ear, her lips brushing the lobe, "the inner and secret one."
And she spread her thighs wider, revealing the sweet and
mysterious opening to that most sacred inner Cavern.  Her
hand guided the Sceptre to it, and I pushed my hips forward,
pressing the Royal treasure home.

"Ah!" she gasped, "the Prophecy is fullfilled!"

"Are we at peace?" I muttered in her ear.  In truth I felt far
from peaceful; my heart was racing, my skin flushed, and the
heat of her body beneath me was raising a terrible pressure in
my loins.

"Soon," she said, "ohhhhh soon."  And she brought my mouth to
hers again, and pressed up with her hips.  We stopped talking.

The King's Sceptre moved, now slowly now urgently, in and out of
the Cavern of the Queen, and after a time of tumult and joyous
shouts, the Kingdom was again at peace.  Nestled together in the
darkness, we slept.


Tommy Allen and the Intergalactic Cavern of Doom