Sunday, January 17, 2010

Flash on the High Galactic Seas

Good early evening, my beauteous Feline Beasts... yep, the Kougaress is still fogged in, amazingly.... she can’t recall seeing this many ice-foggy days in a row on the tame prairie. So, what is the weather doing?
Or, who’s doing the weather?

Have a yen for those hunk pirates, Kitten Girls... it was Roscoe James hosting ~ Sunday on the High Seas ~ this Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~

Here’s the Kougar’s flash, begun May 17, 2009 with seven flashes, and now there are ten ~

The Buccaneer King’s Captive

Zambrono drastically reduced the speed of his space hawk jet. He’d launched from his Galleon cruiser mere minutes ago. Someone was about to steal the cargo he’d already claimed with his own eye via his senors. On his galleon’s main screen he’d watched a three-person Slip, a small battle cruiser, flash-shoot toward the heavy-bellied transport craft being escorted by a fleet of six warships. Whoever engaged the warships must have balls as heavy as dense black matter because the other galactic pirates he knew would have given it a wide berth without enough attack ships. Zambrono growled, his lip curling.

Selendra streaked her Slip between two of the warships, blasting them both with one of her secret weapons. Streams of diamond-fed plasma disabled one warship and significantly damaged the other. Looping above them, she dove toward the warship on her tail and fired hydro-shots into its central energy core. That would slow it down until she could finish it off. Zigzagging past the limping warship, she flew beneath the whale-like transport and targeted the bay hatch. Her red cutting beams seared away the magnetic-hold field. Having dispatched two warships already, she spun her ship like a top, searching... oh, no!

Zambrono caught the charging warship’s core with his gold suspension rays, and left it floating helplessly close to the transport. While he roared a laugh of triumph, he watched the Slip halt its amazing spin, then lock on his hawk jet with a particle scan beam. A second later the balls-brave captain slid the Slip up and to the side of the transport, out of his firing range, unless he wanted to take a chunk out of the transport’s cargo hold. “Later,” he snarled the promise. Corkscrewing his jet toward the warship still able to attack, he gold-coated its core.

Selendra’s innards flinched for an instant. Her scan didn’t lie. That was the hawk jet of a man known as the Buccaneer King. Well, frizzle frazzle hell, he wasn’t getting her hard-won cargo. Avoiding the pulse cannons peppering space around the third cargo bay’s entrance, Selendra carefully wove toward her real target, located within the bay she hadn’t attacked. Keeping one eye glued to the jet hawk’s advance, she unsealed the tiny bay’s field and cruised her Slip inside the instant the door cracked open. She re-sealed the door enough to allow for some gravity. The ten giant cases settled.

Zambrono barked with irritation. The Slip had vanished from his sensors and not within the bay that had been opened with red cutting beams. With the warships useless, he aimed for the guts of the transport and fired his plasma ice ray, freezing the four energy cores to gelatinous goo. The cores would reform in a short time powering the transport again. He grrrrrd, then sneered. What the black hole hell was the other pirate captain up to? His curiosity engaged and his wrath, Zambrono combed his sensors over the transport looking for the balls-to-the-space-walls captain. He found him, departing.

Selendra sidled the Slip close to the cases, filled with the red diamonds that had been stolen from the Juijitts, then illegally sold, and now on their way to a weapons’ manufacturer. Swiftly placing on her breathing helmet, she opened her own holding bay. She seized her magnetic grappler and jogged the short distance to her bay. Waiting for the atmosphere to stabilize enough, she hauled ass outside and rapidly attached the beam-lock to the cases, loading them one by one. About to enter her hold, she felt muscular arms latch onto her waist, and squeeze unmercifully. “What the hell...”

Zambrono finished, “you’re a girl.” His new prize twisted like a fairy fiend, seeking any way to hurt him, and escape. He kept his capture of her, barely. Her exceptionally rounded ass attacked his engorging cock without mercy. Her soft, beautifully firm breasts were no easier on his forearms as he carried her to his hawk jet. The heels of her boots struck his booted shins. And he would have laughed heartily at the way her arms flailed seeking his harm, if he could be certain of his hold on her. Tossing her within, he dived on top of her.

Selendra stilled, becoming as motionless as her cruiser caught in the eye of galactic cyclone. She listened to wind-keening sound of the Buccaneer King’s space jet seal itself. Once the gravity field stabilized, his tremendous weight pinned her all too effectively. She needed a superb battle strategy to escape the Vrilorv man engulfing her entire body with his. Not only that his breeding anatomy seemed pleased with the feel of her. “Damn, you beast,” she scathingly greeted. He’d nearly ripped off her breathing helmet. “What is that? Your cock or are carrying a planet blaster in your pants?” She laughed.

Zambrano stared at the beauty who belted out guffaws. Hell’s black star, if her luscious little body didn’t feel like the perfect carnal distraction beneath him. She’d captured him as easily as he kept her trapped. Before he could think what to do with her, other than throw her inside his bed quarters and bind her against escape, the various ways he’d pleasure her, then relentlessly mount her, during one of his libation-spilling feasts, possessed his mind’s eye like a treasure he’d decided on acquiring. “Red diamonds,” he uttered, at the thought of booty. “Keep your paws off,” she snarled.

Selendra assessed her enemy like the ice princess she’d been accused of being, by every male who’d sought to defrost her with the stabbing thrust of his mating blade. The Buccaneer King’s features had been carved by a wicked laser. Harsh, feral, with a handsomeness that, no doubt, conquered many a female, his startling indigo eyes sought to conquer her. Unmoving, he gazed at her, wanting to steal her woman’s soul the same way he carried off a belly full of precious cargo, then unscrupulously sold it to the highest bidder. By her life, he wasn’t plundering her red diamonds.

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X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 385 ~

Sylva watched Zeke’s brow furrow, and his eyes darken with deep concern. “Three Silver Suns, according to my father’s knowledge. That is the triggering event.” Her cowboy sat back, his gaze far away. “Sylva, darlin’, this ain’t natural. Someone is causing these weather conditions.” Restless, her mouth opening, a sure sign words would be coming out she might regret... still... “Probably the same globalist bastards on my Earth. No doubt they’ve got stargate technology.” Launching forward, his gaze scrutinized her. “Stargate technology?” Sylva blew out her breath. “Similar to what I fell through. A way to enter other dimensions, otherworlds.”

Zeke recalled the conversation that had taken place at the diner. “So, the bad guys on your Earth could be workin’ in cahoots with the Secret Circle.” She nodded, her lovely eyes pools of worry. They held something else, her absolute fury. Zeke witnessed the power of the priestess emerge. “On my Earth there was a movie called, Stargate, and a TV show. It was an ancient technology that could be used to dial up other places in the galaxy. From what I’ve heard, by those who researched it, that technology exists, and is being used by the shadow government.”
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Serena Shay said...

Ahoy there, me matey... faboo flash! Might the sexy Zambrano need a visit from a saucy Serena? You know, until Selendra allows him to plunder her red diamonds. heheheh ;)

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena ~ I dunno... there might be a couple of problems... you know how those pirates are when they set their sights on the right booty.
Plus, Tanner might not be agreeable... pistols and swords at High Sky...

Serena Shay said...

Ooh, that's true. Tanner would be quite against me spending time with Zambrano. In fact, he's already pacing and worried about my last little er, adventure... bullets flew, but I was just trying to be helpful. LOL I better go smooth some ruffled feathers, sorry Zambrano... ;)