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Title: Flying High
Author: Firebunny
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex, Weird, weird situation, Bizarre religious statements.
Genre: Crack!Porn
Timeline: Whenever.
Author’s Note: This is wacky, I mean really wacky, even for me.
Word Count: 3050
Clark came to consciousness just in time to see the spaceship shoot into the air and brake from the Earth’s atmosphere.
Slowly he sat up and took stock of his condition. Whatever weapon those weird, blobbish aliens had used on him didn’t seem to have had a permanent effect. It was probably his Kryptonian biology that saved him. Would Chloe be so lucky? They used the weapon on her too.
“Chloe?” He looked around for his friend. “Chloe!” he called, panic entering his voice.
She was no where in sight.
Oh no! The odd, little aliens had taken her. She was probably on board their spacecraft at that moment heading who knew where.
Clark had to save her.
But first he had to learn more about the aliens. They had a weapon that could incapacitate him. He had to know how to fight them.
Within seconds he was at his Fortress of Solitude calling out to his long dead father.
“Jor-El! Chloe’s been kidnapped by aliens. You have to help me get her back.”
“I will, Kal-El,” a disembodied voice responded, “but first you must describe these aliens to me so that I know what you’re up against.”
“They’re green and purple,” Clark said, “about three feet tall. They have an eye in the middle of their head and a big rubbery mouth. They’re kind of soft and doughy. And they’re not exactly humanoid, although they do have stubs for arms and legs. They walk with a waddle.”
“Oh dear,” Jor-El gasped and then he was silent.
“What?” Clark demanded. “What are they?”
“This is bad news, my son,” Jor-El said. “You just described Dooferilians.”
“Dooferlians?” The name didn’t sound that scary.
“Dooferilians,” Jor-El repeated. “They’re just about the biggest dope heads in the galaxy. They’ll do anything to get high.”
“Why did they kidnap Chloe?” Clark asked.
“Well, see,” Jor-El explained. “The human female has one of the most powerful orgasms in the known universe. The Dooferilians get a great big buzz off that.”
“No!” Clark shouted. “You mean they’re going to… to Chloe. I can’t let that happen.”
“Relax,” Jor-El reassured him. “They’re not going to do that. They don’t have the right appendages. But they will probably force her to do it to herself. Over and over and over again.”
“I have to save her!”
“How ya gonna do that?” Jor-El asked. “They’re on their way back to Planet Doofer. Only person who can save her now is someone who can fly and you can’t do that, can you? No, I said, ‘Kal-El you have to learn to fly,’ but you resisted me. Bet you’re regretting that decision, aren’t cha?”
“Show me where their home planet is,” Clark said, “and the course they’re taking to get there.”
“Like you can do anything,” Jor-El muttered as he activated the holograph.
A small globe appeared, representing the Earth. Far, far away from it was another globe labeled ‘Doofer.” Connecting the two was a dotted line. It was all the information Clark needed.
“I’m going to save her,” Clark said as he strode out of the Fortress.
“Good luck, Earth Bound Boy,” Jor-El called after him.
Outside on the snowy tundra, Clark looked up at the sky, his eyes searching for the trajectory the Dooferlians had taken. When he found it he gathered all his strength, thought to himself Must save Chloe, and then he shot into the air like a bullet.
He flew up and up. At the last moment, before leaving the atmosphere, he took a deep breath, filling his lungs. Then he entered the vacuum of space.
It was easier flying through the dark void. Clark didn’t have air resistance to slow him down. Still, it was 15 minutes before he spotted the strange space craft and another five before he reached it.
By the time he pealed open a panel, climbed inside and pulled the panel shut, his lungs were aching.
There was no way Chloe would survive the trip back through space in just his arms. That limited Clark’s options. But before he could worry about getting her back to Earth he had to find her and make sure she was safe.
He closed his eyes and focused his hearing. It wasn’t long before he heard her slightly annoyed voice say, “But I don’t want to.”
In a flash he was tearing open a metal door to find Chloe, fully dressed, sitting on an examining table surrounded by several of the small Dooferilians.
One of them was gesturing to a nearby table containing a hammer, a box of tacks, three mini bagels and a cinderblock. “Please,” it said in its squeaky voice, “we have brought these from your home planet for your enjoyment. Use them.”
“I really don’t feel like it,” Chloe answered.
“Chloe!” Clark shouted. “Are you alright?”
They all turned to look at Clark standing in the doorway.
“It’s the non-human! He’s trying to stop us,” another one of the Dooferilians cried and he raised the square weapon that had knocked Clark unconscious earlier.
Clark had to think fast. If they shot him he wouldn’t be able to save Chloe.
He held up his hands. “Oh, hey no. I don’t want to stop you,” he said. “I’m like you. I get a hit off of it. I just want to toke up, hang out with you guys, listen to some Floyd and maybe play some video games.”
The Dooferilian lowered his weapon. “Oh, he’s cool.”
“But she refuses to do it,” a different Dooferilian said.
“Let me talk to her.” Clark walked through the crowd of little, green and purple aliens, stopping at Chloe’s side and smiling at her. “What’s going on?” he casually asked.
“These creatures want me to masturbate with a cinderblock,” Chloe explained.
“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “I don’t think they understand human female physiology.”
She lowered her voice and spoke through stiff lips. “Are you going to save me?”
Clark leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “I’m going to try to, but we need to stall for time. So, you’re going to have to do it.”
“What?” She straightened up. “I’m not masturbating with a cinderblock.”
“No, not a cinderblock,” he agreed, “but maybe you could, you know, use… your hand.”
Chloe looked at Clark, then at the Dooferilians surrounding them, then back at Clark. “You want me to… pleasure myself in front of you and all these creatures?”
“We’re stalling for time,” Clark whispered again.
“I’m not doing it.”
“I could… I could do it for you,” he offered.
“Okay.” Chloe hoped off the table and started to hike up her skirt.
“Oh.” Clark took a step backwards. “I didn’t expect you to agree to that. I thought you’d put up more of a resistance.”
“No.” She pushed her panties to the floor and sat back down on the examining table. “I don’t think I’ll ever get this chance again, so I might as well take it.” She spread her legs wide open.
“Good, good,” Clark said to himself. He took his red jacket off and draped it over the cinderblock. Then he stood next to Chloe and rested his hand on the inside of her thigh. “I’m doing this to save you.”
“Sure.” She smiled up at him. “If you’re good at it I’ll let you save me more often.”
He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Right.” Then he moved his hand up her thigh until he reached a thatch of curly hair. Gingerly he stroked his fingers through it until they dipped into warm moisture.
“Find everything okay?” Chloe asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“You don’t want to look?”
“No,” Clark answered. “I’m going to keep my eyes on your face, the face of my good friend.”
“We are good friends,” she said.
“The best,” he agreed as his fingers probed deeper.
“Mmmm,” she sighed when his thumb touched a sensitive spot.
“You like that?”
“It’s… ah… yeah,” she moaned.
He watched as her eyes drifted shut and her mouth dropped open. Her breathing picked up while the color rose in her face.
Behind him, Clark could hear one of the Dooferilians giggle.
“Oh gosh, Clark,” Chloe panted. “Oh… oh… gosh.”
His thumb rubbed harder as his fingers picked up their pace, filling Chloe with a steady rhythm.
Out of the corner of his eyes he could see two Dooferilians bump into each other.
“It’s working, Chloe,” he whispered.
“Yes… it… is,” she growled.
Her hands came up to her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples.
“I’m feeling it,” a Dooferlian said.
It was quite obvious Chloe’s arousal was having an effect on them. And it was kind of obvious that it had an effect on Clark too. His pants felt tighter. He had a sudden need to… but no, he couldn’t do that.
He had to stay focused. Chloe’s safety was at stake. He was doing this to save her. There was no other reason.
With that in mind he pushed her hand away from her breast and then captured her erect nipple between his lips. He suckled at it though her shirt and bra, pulling it into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth.
“Yes. Yes,” she cried.
Her hands were in his hair, threading through it, yanking on it. To his surprise he felt her pushing him away from her breast, shoving him lower and lower until Clark was on his knees in front of her, staring at her moist and fragrant sex.
He didn’t waste anytime. His lips attacked her, finding her clit and assaulting it with gentle kisses. His tongue flittered across it, flicking it from side to side to side to side.
“God in heaven!” Chloe wailed. She fell back against the table, her body convulsing.
“I’m so wasted,” a Dooferilian said.
“Dude,” another one responded.
A third one fell over with a loud thud.
Clark rose to his feet, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked around.
The Dooferilians were all lost in their own drugged haze. Now was the time to act.
He grabbed Chloe’s hand and yanked her up. “Come on, we got to find the control room and turn this spaceship around.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Chloe murmured as he dragged her towards the door. “We’re ‘scapin,”
He pulled her down a hallway, looking though doors. One room had a lot of freaky lights. Another one was stocked with potato chips. When they reached the last room Clark threw open the door to find beanbag chairs and shag carpeting.
“We went the wrong way,” he said as he led Chloe in the other direction.
She ran along at his side, obviously perking up from her orgasm induced stupor.
Suddenly a Dooferilian was stepping out in front of them.
“They’re trying to escape,” it cried as it raised its weapon.
Without a moment to spare Clark shoved Chloe face first up against the wall, reached under her skirt and rubbed as fast as he could, letting his fingers slip into superspeed.
“Oh sweet Jesus on a stick!” Chloe squealed. Her muscles convulsed around Clark’s fingers.
“Wow,” the Dooferilian muttered. “I can taste colors.” And then he passed out.
“That bought us some more time,” Clark said as he smoothed down Chloe’s skirt and grabbed her hand. “Now let’s find that control room.”
But Chloe didn’t move. “Can we just hold each other for a moment?”
“Can we do that later?” he asked.
“Please, Clark,” she said. “I need you to hold me.”
“Alright.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
“This is nice,” she said with a contented sigh, resting her head on his chest.
“Yeah,” he hastily agreed.
“What are you thinking about?”
Clark was thinking about a lot of things, how he had to find the control room, then learn to fly a spaceship, then learn to land a spaceship without killing everyone inside. But he knew enough about women not to mention all that to Chloe, not in the condition she was in.
“You,” he answered. “I’m thinking about you.”
“Mmmm.” She smiled up at him and ran her hand over his shirt. “I’m thinking about you too. I’m thinking about how wonderful you are, how I want to cook for you and get you a beer while you watch the game. I’d do anything for you.”
“That’s great,” he said. “You know what I want to do now? I want to find the control room and take you home.”
Chloe giggled. “I want you to take me home too.”
“Well, let’s do that.”
“I can’t walk right now,” she murmured. “My legs are made of Jell-O.”
Saving Chloe was not going to be easy, at least not as easy as Chloe seemed to be.
With a sigh of exasperation he hoisted her up and slung her over his shoulder.
“Oh Caveman Clark,” she laughed. “I like it.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Then he was speeding through the spaceship, making his way to the front. Finally he found the control room.
He set Chloe down and took in his surroundings. There was a large window looking out on the stars. In front of it was a panel with two chairs. The Dooferilians didn’t have fingers, so there was no steering wheel or buttons, just push levers.
“I have to figure out how to steer this thing,” he said to himself.
“There’s a computer over here,” Chloe said. “Let me see what I can learn.”
Clark let out a long breath of relief. Chloe was back to her normal self. Good timing too. He needed the help of his sidekick and her technological knowledge.
“I found the course back to Earth,” she said. “Push that lever over there,” she pointed to a lever on the control panel. “It’ll turn us around.”
Clark did as he was instructed. The stars in front of them started to drift.
“When we’re near the right course a dot will appear on window,” Chloe explained. “We just have to keep it in the center of the screen and we’ll be home free.”
“Doesn’t sound too hard,” Clark said.
And sure enough the dot appeared.
Chloe sat down in one of the little chairs, her knees almost up to her elbows. “Your lever turns the ship to the right,” she said. “This one turns it to the left.”
“So, if we work together we can keep it on course,” Clark finished for her.
“Right.” She smiled up at him. But quickly the smile dropped from her face. “Behind you!” she shouted.
He spun around just in time to see a three Dooferilians aim their weapons at him.
Clark dropped to the floor and the beams shot harmlessly over his head. As the blobbish aliens were taking aim again he grabbed Chloe up from her seat and furious fingered her.
The Dooferilians swayed from side to side. “Oh yeah, good stuff,” one said.
“We’re drifting off course,” Chloe cried and then added, “Oh yes, Clark, that feels sooooo good.”
Clark was faced with a conundrum. He had to keep Chloe in an orgasmic state in order to subdue the Dooferilians, but he needed his hands free to steer the ship.
There was only one option.
He bent Chloe over the control panel, right between the two steering levers. Then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and took his position behind her.
With one easy thrust he entered her tight heat.
Chloe wasn’t lying when she said it felt good. It felt incredible. All Clark wanted to do was dig his fingers into her hips and pump.
But the spaceship was drifting off course. He leaned over her, stretched out his arms and tapped the levers until the dot was in the center of the screen again.
“Chloe, you got to help me,” he groaned. “I’ll work the levers while you work… me.”
“Okay,” she panted. Her ass pushed against him and then pulled away. Back and forth her hips moved as she rode his shaft.
Clark moved the levers, keeping the ship on course, but it was hard to stay focused. He resisted the desire to give in to the sensation of Chloe’s wet sex. He denied himself the release he so desperately needed.
“Slow down, Chloe,” he whimpered. “I’m not going to last.”
But her hips picked up speed in a cruel, tantalizing dance.
“I’m… so… close,” she sobbed.
“We’re… not… close… enough.” He gritted his teeth. “Wait… until… we’re… back on… Earth.”
She didn’t wait. Her muscles convulsed around him, squeezing him tighter, making it that much harder to stay focused.
“Righteous Mary on a rooftop!” she screamed. Then she lay still.
“No.” Clark thrust into her and the spaceship veered off course again. “We… got to… keep going.”
“Mmmm, mmmmmmm,” she moaned as she started to move with him. She took over, torturing him with a pleasure he couldn’t quite fulfill.
He tapped the levers again and looked up to see a green and blue planet right behind the dot.
“We’re …doing… it, Chloe,” he growled. “We’re… doing it… while… we do it.”
The Earth grew bigger and so did Clark’s inevitable climax. He held it off for as long as he could, but when the ship entered the atmosphere it jolted and Clark shot his load.
“Jehovah in a prom dress!” he cried.
“Saint Peter with a poodle!” Chloe answered.
The ship plummeted towards the ground. The Earth rose up faster and faster.
At the last minute Clark slammed both levers up and the ship leveled out, landing with a smooth, graceful plop.
“That was some ride,” Chloe sighed. “I guess you have to battle the aliens now.”
“I don’t really feel like it,” Clark complained. “I just want to cuddle with you and take a nap.”
“But what about the aliens?”
Clark glanced behind him to see the Dooferilians motionless on the floor.
“They’re dead,” he said.
“Dead?” Chloe asked.
“I think they O.D.ed.”
“Poor little, aliens.”
“I don’t know.” He pulled Chloe to him and together they sunk to the floor. “They died happy.”
“I hope there are more of them out there,” she said.
“Uh-huh,” Clark agreed as his eyes drifted shut. “With you by my side, I’d fight them any day.”
The End |
