Karen – The Latex Side of the Moon by MonsterP63

Season 1

Archived Version

ABOUT TLSotM:

The Latex Side of the Moon was a series in a “sitcom format”, originally posted on Deviant Art in 2018. Never extended for lack of interest.

WARNING: SCIENCE CONTENT. It is a SCIENCE-FICTION story with a fetish twist. The S-F aspect of it is bold. If you don’t like S-F stories, don’t read it and then rate “2” because you don’t like S-F. Just plain don’t read it… (or don’t rate it)

This is a revamped version. Some parts of the story have been rewritten to include more details or different points of view from the characters. The 3D art has been renewed and (I hope) improved. Some new images have also been added.

© 2018-2023, monsterp63

Pilot Episode - Prologue

The human skin can survive without air. The best example is of someone swimming. One can stay underwater for a long time, provided air to breathe, and he won’t die. The skin gets whitish and soft but it doesn’t die. (at one point it becomes bad, but, well, this is fantasy)

It’s the atmospheric pressure around the body that needs to be maintained. Our own body pushes outward at 1 atmosphere to counteract the regular atmospheric pressure. In the vacuum of space, you don’t have that pressure, and the body explodes. Well, actually, the blood boils off before; the lower the pressure, the lower the boiling point, but we’re getting too technical here. The only “spacesuit” needed is something to keep the one-atmosphere pressure around the body. It could be achieved with a compression suit, something currently being developed by NASA and MIT for forthcoming Mars missions. (just Google it)

In my opinion, a couple of layers of latex and a carbon fiber corset would do the job. At least, Karen would volunteer for it. In her own style.

Part 1: Suiting up

The room was white with a rather cold atmosphere. The only color was the NSLA logo, standing for New Space Lunar Association. The doctor, a woman, was browsing a file on her computer, while another woman, was silently waiting, sitting on a rather straight chair, her tight stretch jeans seams ready to rip open from her crossed legs, and her tight leather jacket creaking with every breath.

She was casually dangling her high-heeled shoe.

The doctor raised her eyes off the monitor and looked at her.

“Very well, Miss Karen. I understand you passed all previous selection criteria. This is the last one, and, I must emphasize, many turn back here. Not a lot had undergone the full procedure.

“I understand, doctor Lynda.” said the soft-spoken brunette, sparkles in her eyes, and a killer smile.

“I know I’m repeating myself but I’m gonna ask you again and again if you want to proceed. And again, you just have to say stop, no, enough, I’m out, anything that could be interpreted as a refusal, and we’ll stop there. You’ll be sent home. No more questions asked. Is all of this clear, Miss Karen?”

“Yes. All this is clear. I really look forward to the whole procedure, actually.” she said, with a devilish grin on her full lips.

Dr Lynda raised her eyebrows.

“Yes… of course,” she answered thinking she heard that a lot of times before. “Please, follow me,” she said, leading Karen into what looked more like a medical examination room. “Could you please go behind the curtains that are behind you, and undress? Completely.”

Karen smiled and struggled to get back up, strutting on her high heels, wiggling her tightly encased butt. Dr. Lynda couldn’t refrain from looking at her walk and entering the examination room.

A few minutes later, walked a tall woman, completely naked, revealing a worked-out body, curvaceous, with voluptuous breasts and a well-defined butt, standing on her toes.

“You… you can put your heel down, Miss Karen.” said the Doctor.

“Oh, it’s just… well that’s silly, but I can’t.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Well, you see, I wear high heels 24/7. I even sleep with heels on. My tendons have shrunk to the point that I can’t lay my feet flat on the ground without them hurting.”

“Oh… wow… Really? I’ve heard of such things, but on people that had been wearing heels for a very long time. How long have you been doing that?”

“I began to wear heels when I was in High School, so…”

“Wow… I see. So the transition between teenage and adult body was made with…”

“High heels,” answered Karen, giggling.

“Interesting. I never saw that in your file,” said Dr. Lynda.

“Well, it’s not one of the questions,” answered Karen.

“Yes… yes. You’re right. But I think I will alter it to take that into account. Might save us a few problems.”

“Problems? Will this affect my selection?”

“Yes, it will, but in your favor. You’ll see later,” she answered to Karen’s inquiring eyes.

Now, if you please go to the shower booth.” she said.

Karen proceeded but Dr. Lynda could already see that the hair removal procedure, which was to take place next, wouldn’t have much work to do, except for her long brown curly hairs.

“It’s such a shame to get rid of those beautiful hairs,” said Dr. Lynda.,

“Oh, I already took care of that,” said Karen, pulling on them, revealing a wig, and underneath, a smooth shaved head. “It’s already donated to cancer patients,” she said, carefully handing her wig to Dr. Lynda who took it in amazement.

“Wow. I’ve never had someone so prepared. Although it’s written in multiple places and the procedure is explained again and again, I usually get strong reactions when it’s time to get the head shaved. Most are very reluctant, even if they know, they do understand, that having hairs wouldn’t matter after the procedure is over. The shower is in four steps:“ she continued. “Rinse, hair removal cream, rinse, and skin conditioning. After that, you will be able to get out. Understood?”

“Perfectly Dr. Lynda,” said Karen, closing the door, closing her eyes, spreading her legs, and putting her arms away from her body.

“Please spread… err… okay. Just remember to take a deep breath before the hair removal cream is applied, if you don’t want to breathe it,” said Lynda, initiating the procedure from her computer station.

Karen was sprayed with warm water. She turned around and moved her arms to make sure that everything was rinsed. After the rinsing was done, when the spray of hair removal cream began, she took a deep breath and held it. Again, she turned around and moved her limbs to make sure the cream was going everywhere.

The spray stopped. She knew it was to let the cream work. She used hair removal cream before.

After a few moments, the rinsing of the cream took place. Again, Karen made sure that every part of her body was rinsed.

When the conditioning cream was applied, she even rubbed it to make sure there was a generous coat everywhere.

When she got out, Dr. Lynda was looking at her with wide eyes.

“Usually, people just stand still, as if they were afraid that, if they moved, it would ruin the procedure. I have to tell them to but with you… I feel almost useless… Done that before?”

“No, but it’s not difficult to figure out,” answered Karen

“Yes, of course… it’s just that… no one has done it before. Anyways, please approach the exam table.”

On her tiptoes, Karen walked to the examination table where a few sealed, sterile-like plastic envelopes were waiting.

After putting on latex examination gloves, Dr. Lynda opened the first one. It was a pack of skin electrodes. She applied a bunch of them about everywhere on Karen’s body, each linked with a thin flat ribbon that would reach her back, ending between her shoulder blades.

She then took another sealed plastic envelope to retrieve what would look like a tangled lump of plastic wrap. As Karen approached, she untangled the lump to reveal a very thin and rather tiny catsuit, almost totally clear.

“This is the skin conditioner layer.” began to say Dr. Lynda. “It will keep your skin alive, add a protective layer, and prevent any hair from growing back.”

“This fragile-looking thing? It’s so small, it will rip the moment I put it on,” said Karen, perplexed.

“Oh no, it’s not what it looks like,” said Dr. Lynda, pulling on it, stretching it at least twice its length. “It’s very resistant. Only a very sharp knife would poke through it, and even for that, it would have to be stretched to the breaking point.

To put it on, you stretch the neck opening, like that, and you go feet first. Come, I’ll help you.”

Karen didn’t add a word. She put one foot in the narrow opening, which Lynda pulled up to her knee before she inserted the other foot. It glided easily on her freshly conditioned skin, which was left a little greasy. From then, they worked the suit until the feet were in place into the attached socks and then they pulled the suit upward.

Each time Lynda was about to give directions, Karen was ahead of her, getting one arm in, then the other one, pulling on it at the right place, at the right moment.

Karen fed her arms through the tight sleeves, worked the attached gloves then gave it a last squirm to pop everything in the right place.

The smooth suit slid into every crevice, every fold of her body. There were just two small holes in her crotch. Karen smoothed the suit, rubbing her hands over her firm breasts and sensitive nipples.

“I would bet it’s not your first neck entry catsuit,” said Dr. Lynda.

“No, it’s not. Does it show that much?” said Karen, giggling. “Yes, I wore neck entry latex catsuit before, but this thing is a breeze to put on. It’s so stretchy. And it feels great. I barely notice it.”

Lynda could only approve. Earphones were put in Karen’s ears with a small pad that was glued to her skull above the ear. They were antennas as well as non-contact charging ports.

Flat ribbon cables were run under the suit to her back, where they met with the rest. Lynda carefully put them through the suit by way of a small slit. She then approached with the hood, which had two tiny nose holes, a tiny mouth hole, and two larger holes for the eyes. It easily slid on Karen’s shaved head. Lynda carefully placed the rather large yoke inside the neck opening, making sure that there were no visible wrinkles.

“The two will fuse together in about 12 hours. After that, taking it off will be a lot more difficult,” said Lynda, taking another sealed plastic package, this time retrieving a neatly folded latex catsuit. The rubber appeared dull, like a matte finish.

“Okay, the first catsuit. As I said for the skin conditioning catsuit, this one will fuse with it in the next 12 hours or so. Two more layers are to come. Each one will fuse with the previous one. At the end, you’ll have 4 layers on, and it will be practically impossible to take them off before the end of the study, in 8 to 10 years. You still want to go on?”

Karen smiled and literally ripped the black catsuit out of Lynda’s hands. The answer was obvious.

Expertly, she began to put the suit on, the inside of which appeared to be pre-lubricated. The rubber was thicker than the clear suit, and thus less stretchy, but more than what she was used to in her fetish sessions.

Lynda helped her with smoothing everything, getting all the air bubbles out, and removing all the wrinkles, before putting on a black rubber hood, again with small holes at the nose and mouth and larger ones at the eyes.

“Please, approach the gynecologist chair for the insertions of the catheters. You’re aware of the procedure and the purpose of all of them?”

“Yes I am,” said Karen, with a very firm, affirmative tone.

“Good. You also know that, once more, in about 12 hours, going back will be more and more difficult. Still want to carry on?”

“Yes I want to carry on.” answered firmly Karen.

With that clear answer, Dr. Lynda proceeded with the insertion of the catheter into Karen’s urethra, then filling the hole with what some would consider a huge inflatable dildo, feeding the hose through it. She inserted an equally large inflatable plug up her rectum.

Lynda took what looked like a caulking gun, and began to pump its content in the inflatable dildos, making them go bigger with every squeeze of the handle.

“It’s rubber paste. It will slightly expand while it cures but will retain its shape for eons. And since it’s foam, it will adapt to body movements.” she said, looking at Karen after a small squeeze. “Okay or more?”

“More”.

Dr. Lynda gave a slow squeeze, awaiting the word to stop from Karen.

“More?”

“More… Do you mind?” asked Karen, extending her arms to take the caulking gun.

Surprised, Dr. Lynda gave her the gun and watched her give another full squeeze, wiggling her butt a few times to move everything in place, then give a third one.

“That’s quite a lot. Most asked to stop after one squeeze. You know it will expand, right? It’s still time to let some of it out.” said a concerned Lynda.

“Nah, it’s perfect this way. Would you, please, plug the butt one?” asked Karen.

With a stunned expression, Dr. Lynda did what Karen asked and looked at her in awe as she put almost four full squeezes in the rectal insert. Once the shock was over, she approached Karen’s head.

“Time for the breathing and feeding tubes. Those are a lot less enjoyable… Still want to go through?”

Karen gave another firm affirmative answer, and Dr. Lynda proceeded with inserting flexible tubes up her nose, that were stopping at the back of her throat, then a larger tube she pushed down her throat until a red line reached her lips. Karen endured the procedure without twitching, even helping with the feeding tube.

“Don’t tell me… Done it before?”

Karen answered with a nod of her head and a crooked smile from the tube.

Dr. Lynda slid a loose sack around the feeding tube and pushed it in Karen’s mouth, then took the caulking gun again and plugged it before stopping.

“I would guess you want to do it yourself?” she said, offering the gun.

Karen took it and slowly squeezed the trigger, working her mouth, her tongue, her jaw, feeling the bag expand, filling her mouth, pushing her tongue down, inflating at the back of her throat, forcing her mouth to open. When she stopped, Dr. Lynda could see her cheeks begin to bulge

“Wow. I’ve done about a dozen of procedures and you’re the first one to go this… full. I just hope for you that you won’t get into too much discomfort, because time will go on much slower.”

Karen, now mute, answered with two thumbs up.

Lynda helped Karen to stand up, and indicated her to grab a hold of a suspension bar over her head, while she applied the two halves of carbon fiber corset around her waist, then used a ratchet strap to bring them along. The corset was getting tighter. Karen’s breath was getting shorter and shorter. That waist was going to be really thin, almost a 12cm reduction. Lynda stopped and went to face Karen.

“This is getting quite tight. I already have difficulties to ratchet it down, and there’s still a 2cm gap. I think there might be a mix-up. Did you ask for it to be that tight? Do you want to continue?”

Karen nodded yes, and gave two thumbs up.

“Do you want me to stop and get you a new corset?” asked Lynda, wanting to have something more than a yes as an answer, confirming that Karen understood the question.

Karen answered with two thumbs down and a no nod. confirming she had heard correctly.

In disbelief, Lynda worked the ratchet strap, pulling harder on it, while Karen was stretching and sucking her stomach in. Finally, the corset merged with a concerto of clicking sounds as the one-way hooks were all linking, permanently fixing the corset in place.

Lynda removed the ratchet strap, while Karen let go of the suspension bar, and began to feel it with her hand. The corset was reaching from below her breasts down to her hips, locking her in a rigid straight-up position with an incredibly tiny waist.

Dr Lynda looked at Karen’s incredible figure and hardly believed it.

She then invited Karen to sit down while she fitted the carbon fibers pointed-toe boots. They were knee-high. Their fit was perfect. She closed both halves together with ratchet straps until all the one-way locks, setting them permanently.

“Those boots might seem weird,” said Dr. Lynda “but in a near-weightless environment, your feet will tend to take that position. We’re only enforcing it and giving it proper support. We don’t feel there’s any need for the whole foot resting on the floor, giving you less risk of pushing yourself out of control.” she explained.

In front of a stunned Lynda, Karen stood up and took up a few strolls, perfectly at ease: Those boots were made for walking, slowly, while rocking her hips, running her hands along her constricted waist, feeling her smooth buns, stopping at her crotch, then noticing the stare of Dr Karen, stopped.

“Don’t tell me. You wore ballet boots before,” said Dr. Lynda, shoulders down in disbelief.

Karen giggled.

“I… I think I better have a word with Professor Phil. I’ll be right back.” she said, leaving the room.

Karen was left alone. She walked around, in circles in the preparation room, stopping to read the many diplomas and certificates hanging on the walls. She was walking slowly, in small steps, living every one of them, feeling the latex move on her skin, enjoying the restriction of the corset, sexily twisting her hips with each step. She couldn’t refrain from rubbing her hands over her arms, on her tight waist, on her legs, enjoying every cm of this outfit. She liked how her shiny skin reflected the harsh light of the room.

As she turned around near Dr Lynda’s desk, she hit the pen holder, and all its contents spread on her desk and on the floor. She began to pick the items up, having no problems although her fingers were coated in rubber, and finally crouched down to pick up the few items on the floor. As she was getting back up, she was playing with one pen, making it jump from one finger to the other.

“Astounding.” she heard. She turned around and Dr. Lynda was standing there with a man, smiling and with wide eyes.

“Hello Miss Karen, my name is Professor Phil. I’m the head researcher for the project,” he said, extending a hand to shake Karen’s rubber hand. “Lynda told me about your… extreme setup and how you reacted to the procedure,” he said, all this time, smiling, and looking at Karen from head to toe, obviously enjoying the sight. “So, you’re a… fetishist, right?” he asked, boldly.

Karen opened her arms with her palms upward, in a “Yeah, isn’t that obvious?” way.

Professor Phil turned to Lynda.

“Well, we’re afraid that…” she began to say but the way Phil stared at her, she stopped and stuttered. “that… well… we… I. I mean I am afraid that, being a … fetishist… you would alter the results of the study.”

In a concerto of creaking rubber, Karen sat on the edge of the desk, took the pen she was holding, and grabbed a piece of paper to write on it.

“Really? How? Why?” she wrote.

“We… I mean, I, believe that, in order to achieve what you… aim to, you would alter the data, like you did for your corset size. The form said to give your exact waist measurement. The corset was to barely be tight. It was there to protect your waist in the space environment you’ll be in, not crush it beyond reasonable. The filling of the plugs was to be just enough, not extreme. Already, the data are altered, and….”

Karen stopped listening. She took the paper and began to write and turned it toward them while Lynda was still talking.

“Because you believe that sending people who don’t like being confined in a rubber catsuit will give you better results?” she wrote.

“They will be true.” answered a convinced Lynda.

“True that they will say, right off the start, that the suit is uncomfortable, the boots are impractical, that the plugs should go, because they don’t like them in the first place.”

Lynda opened her mouth to answer but could find nothing to say. She just looked at Professor Phil, who was simply smiling.

“I believe, Dr. Lynda, that you can go on with the rest of the procedure,” said Professor Phil.

“And you should recruit your candidates in the fetish community.” wrote Karen in big, bold letters.

“That is out of the question…”

“For how long have you been searching for volunteers?” wrote Karen.

“Three… years. But the right candidate is hard to find. Not a lot are willing to be encased in latex for 10 years or wear…” she said, trailing off, stating exactly what fetishists are looking for.

“How many candidates have come this far?” wrote Karen.

Dr. Lynda looked at Professor Phil who nodded affirmatively.

“You’re the… first one.”

Karen opened her arms in a “See why?” fashion.

Professor Phil had a quiet chat with Dr. Lynda before she came back to Karen.

“Okay. As you wish. We’ll go on with the rest of the procedure.” she said.

Karen was glad. She wanted to be part of that experiment. Who wouldn’t want to be sealed in rubber for 8 to 10 years, sent into space, on the far side of the moon, for a deep space exploration study?

Dr. Lynda led Karen to a table where a lot of bands with four steel rings each, were laid out.

“Those will add, erm… attachment points. They could be used for pretty much everything. It’s easier to embed them in within the suit than having to add cuffs or belts each time you have to do an EVA in low gravity since your suit is your do-it-all suit.” she said, stretching the first band to go over Karen’s head.

The bands were snug but not tight. More bands were pulled up her arms to reach her upper arm and wrists.

She took another one and had Karen slip both feet in it. It was aiming for her waist. But her waist was so small, compared to her hips that the strip stopped there.

“I… seem to have a problem, here,” said Dr. Lynda, puzzled. Your ratio hip to waist is too large.”

Karen took the strips by the steel D rings and began to pull them up as she wiggled her hips and worked her butt muscles before an amused Lynda, and it finally went through, taking back its narrow shape once over her tiny waist.

“That’s one way of putting it,” said Dr. Lynda, amazed at Karen’s expertise.

Karen couldn’t answer but it would have been along the line of “wear extra-tight jeans long enough, and you’ll get anything past your hips.”

More bands were put on her legs, way over her thighs reaching her crotch, over her knees, and the last ones around her

ankles.

“They are made of carbon fiber and the resin will set within the suit, eventually fusing with it and will become rigid, so as not to tear the suit if tug hard when in use.”

Karen nodded that she understood.

From a box, Dr. Lynda retrieved two circular lenses that looked like vintage motorcycle goggles.

“These are your multimedia screens. On them, you will have all the information you’ll need. Plus, they will protect your eyes.” she said with a wink.

Lynda applied a generous coat of sealant around the soft edge of the goggles and applied each one carefully over Karen’s eyes. She ran the flat cables to the small computer on her back.

The hoses at her nose and mouth were cut flush and an insert with a flange was added and glued. The seal had to be perfect.

Another matte, but a lot thicker, black catsuit was added. It added pressure on her arms and legs. Karen liked it. It was carefully aligned with the D rings so they would go through thin slots.

Followed by another latex hood over her head, this one having two large openings for the goggles but molded so that they were raising all around them, ensuring a good seal. The same procedure was repeated at her crotch.

Karen’s breath began to shake as she felt that tight layer slip on, compressing her everywhere. She could not forget she was getting tightly squeezed by layers of tight rubber. Even her breasts, although the suit has molded cups, were getting squished. That suit too was rather dull, but Karen loved the feeling of it.

“Okay, the last layer, the one we call the diamond layer, because of its permanent shine and its very hard coating. This one is what makes this suit so resistant,” she said.

That one too was a tight fit, including the hood. Once all in place, with the D rings trough, Dr. Lynda inserted steel fittings into every tube. All of them went easy except for her nose. Those fittings stretched her nostrils. It was uncomfortable, but she indicated with two thumbs up, that she would manage. Damn! It turned her on!

For the final step, Dr. Lynda took the numerous flat ribbons coming through the slit in her back, that would seal with time and plugged them all into a black box, the size of a USB hard drive, which she slid into a pocket built into the suit behind her shoulder blades, where it wouldn’t interfere with her movements.

The lights gradually lit. Karen saw some glitches in the lenses then a status bar appeared, indicating the health of the microcomputer as well as the battery level, external temperature, and a few more status information. The goggles were following the position of her eyes, and any staring at one function displayed its information.

Lynda, who was watching the same display remotely, was about to give instructions to Karen but had to conclude that she already got the hang of it, especially the speech synthesizer. Karen was quick to select the command with her eyes, then browse the different words and build a basic phrase before selecting the speak button.

“Feeling fine.” said the speech synthesizer, as she made 2 thumbs up.

Lynda smiled.

Karen turned around and began to walk expertly on her ballet boots, swinging her arms, and rocking her hips in a very sexy manner.

“Wow,” said Lynda. “I never expected anyone appear to move so easily after the whole procedure.”

Karen answered with two thumbs up, before slowing down.

“Did you?” asked Lynda, in disbelief.

Karen nodded yes.

“That’s… disturbing, and a point that it may alter the data. I still don’t think this is the way to go,” she said. “But Professor Phil is okay with that, so…”

She could see Karen giggling. She was stunning: a tall, very slim, woman’s body, covered in a pitch black, shiny catsuit, walking on pointed heels.

“On the contrary,” said Karen, followed by a long pause while she was assembling more text. Dr. Lynda could see a blinking light in her goggles, indicating that she was typing. She waited.

“I think those results will be much more accurate. If moving your arm, triggers pain or discomfort, you will not be inclined to use it. You slow your work down because you have only one good arm.” said Karen in the first burst of speech.

If, on the other hand, whatever you do either has no pain or is pleasurable, you won’t have any problem bending down, reaching for stuff, or walking. I will be able to do the tasks at hand because I will like doing them.” She said in the second burst of speech.

“I’m… not sure I understand completely, but I see your point,” answered Dr. Lynda.

Part 2: Training

Karen walked and moved along for quite some time: she was required to. The four layers as well as all the over-inflated inserts needed to settle down before everything fused and hardened together, making one very sturdy suit.

They would wear this suit, day in, day out, for 8 to 10 years. It had to withstand the wear and tear and protect them. One puncture in the vacuum of space and you die.

Why 8 to 10 years? That was the shortest they could make the compound to last. Three to five would have been acceptable, but the resins only began to break down after eight years. So, the suit, as well as the inserts, would slowly dissolve after that time, making them removable only then. That was a commitment as well as a design limit.

As the suit fused together, the freedom of movement created by each layer sliding on each other was gone. The suit became one thick layer of latex, with rigid inserts here and there: the cuffs, the boots, and the corset.

She just loved it. It was a dream come true. Spending 10 years in that? You betcha!

For the training, she had to be moved from the main office and medical center, located in the city, to the actual space launching and training complex in the Nevada desert.

She was sent by plane, her real outfit hidden, because it was still an industrial secret, by a loose-fitting jumpsuit and a motorcycle helmet. Only her gloved hands and her strange footwear were attracting attention. Well, seeing someone wearing a full-face helmet take a plane, even a charter one, was attracting attention.

When she arrived at the center, she was received with mixed responses: some were in total disapproval of the “new spacesuit”, finding it totally inappropriate. Others didn’t give a damn, and some were simply drooling all over her.

Karen had to prove that she was more than just a show. She had to prove that she could do the work and that the results she would generate, would be meaningful, otherwise, this whole program would be canceled before a single lift-off. There were, after all, billions of dollars at stake.

Of course, she had many diplomas and had knowledge in different fields. She was foremost, a microbiologist.

She had to show that she could get around a computer and work the keyboard, touch screen, etc. Everything worked fine. She actually found typing with her latex-covered fingertips amusing, and she loved the reflection of the harsh lights of the lab on her arm when she extended it to touch the screen. That was easy, although the I.T. guy sitting next to her, seemed to have a hell of a lot of trouble concentrating.

He was constantly looking at the shiny curvaceous creature, looking lost in his thoughts… or he was simply looking at the screen through the reflection on the stretched rubber covering her breasts.

She was put quickly through her paces, moving stuff around, installing and removing equipment, all while her bodily functions were closely monitored. They often saw peaks in brain activity and body temperature, but they just couldn’t comprehend them. The timing, the speed they happened, nothing seemed to fit.

They called Dr. Lynda, inquiring about the sensors’ placement, and if, for any reason, the sensors could be at fault.

“The next time a peak like that happens, just ask her…” said Dr. Lynda, pausing to choose her words, “if… if she… you know, experienced a rush of… hormones…”

“A rush of hormones?” asked Viktor, the training manager, a puzzled look on his face. “You mean she… orgasms in there while doing normal tasks?” asked a stunned Kim, the resident nurse, eyes wide.

Dr. Lynda blushed. “Yes. Something like that.”

Viktor and Kim looked at each other, and, at the same time, “That explains…”. with wide smiles.

Knowing that, they would smile at each other, each time Karen was taking a break and standing still for a few seconds, in the middle of doing a task. Kim even began to count them.

“Having fun?” they asked Karen one time.

“You have no idea!” was the answer.

Of course, she had something to learn, but the geek guy was impressed. Now, knowing computers and microbugs is not enough. Could she get out of a crappy situation? Would she be able to fix something? Yes, she was smart, the pre-selection written tests and interviews were thorough, but there’s nothing like the real thing.

She was asked to assemble basic mechanical devices. It was all new to her. Not the mechanics, she had a brother who had shown her how to get things done with the right tools. Plus she was maintaining her own motorcycle.

However, doing those tasks, no matter how basic they were, all clad in this tight latex, with the vision slightly impaired by the lenses, was another challenge, and one she loved, because with each movement of her arm, she could feel the tight rubber having to stretch over her elbow to allow it to bend. She could feel the rigidity of the carbon strap holding the steel rings that were themselves, banging on the housing and parts of the device, giving her interesting sensations.

She was breathing hard. She had limited lung capacity and all that air had to go through the two small tubes going through her nose.

When she would be searching for a solution, she would instinctively reach for her head to scratch her scalp, only to have her sleek latex fingers slide on her shiny head. She didn’t feel any scratching. It felt weird, but her brain was assimilating more and more the fact that she was sealed.

Next came bigger challenges, of moving boxes and fixing things on the mockup of the habitat they would live in. Kim and Victor were always coming up with new challenges. Sometimes, strange challenges. Karen didn’t see the goal except for… arousing her.

Finally, for the weightless training, she was dipped into a large pool. A special mask was fitted over her nose, allowing her to breathe bottled air strapped on her back. Like if it was the real deal.

Entering the water with her latex skin was a wonderful feeling. Damn, it was awesome. Then, moving in the water and touching things with her rigid boots to find footholds was fun. And even more: she had to fix herself to anchor points, using cables and snaps on the multiple D rings lining her suit.

Feeling the tug of a rope on her hip, waist, or anywhere else was simply wonderful.

After one month, she received her results: she did better than expected for the period.

Professor Phil had flown all the way to the Space Center to tell her that.

She was sitting in a soft leather chair in his temporary office, her rubber skin creaking on the leather from her slightest move, even when breathing. That seemed to amuse Professor Phil.

“You seem to be getting along well with your… environment,” he said, with a smirk.

“Absolutely” answered Karen from her synthesized voice. “I’m loving every minute of it.”

“That’s perfect. And the results of all the tests are way over the ideal requirements. You’re practically off the chart.”

“Thank you. I’m doing my best. I really want this to work. I wouldn’t want to be stuck in this here on earth.”

Dr. Phil looked at her raising his eyebrows, as if he was saying “Really? I don’t believe you.”

“Well…” continued Karen. “I wouldn’t mind being stuck in this, but, going to the Moon is much better.”

He laughed it off.

“Don’t worry, preparations are underway,” he said.

“But… I’m all alone. The team needs 5 more people. Where are they? It’s been a month. I’m getting worried.”

“Yes, sorry for the delays, but your comments, your reaction to the suit, and your performance to the tests made us… humm… revise… our selection process. New members of the team should arrive within a week or two,” he said with a smile.

Season 1, EP 1 - The New Two… Three… Five…

About 10 days later, Karen was called up for a special meeting. She squeaked her way along the long corridor of the spaceport complex, her boot clacking on the hard tiled floor, humming in her mind, feeling the extra-filled plugs dancing inside her. She just loved that new life.

She entered the room. Professor Phil was there, along with Dr. Lynda and two more people, obviously new members of the team. A woman, and a man. The only thing differentiating the man was the lack of… breasts.

He was clad as tightly as Karen, corseted, ballet boots, the whole gig. Inside her latex-coated head, Karen smiled ear to ear. He had to be a fetishist, with his waist crushed like that, which means that the woman was too.

“Karen,” began Professor Phil “I’d like you to meet Joanne and Pete. The newest additions to the team.

Karen extended a hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Karen,” she said.

“Joanne is a medic and has also degrees in microbiology and botany,” said Dr. Lynda, “and Pete is an electrical engineer, process control, and life-support systems technician..”

The rest of the meeting was to keep her up to date with the mission status. The moon base was on its last leg of tests and should be ready for delivery within a month, meaning a departure for their new life in about 2 months.

“That’s kind of a short notice,” said Karen.

“Nothing to worry about. Everybody will be ready by then,” said Dr. Phil.

“No, I mean, for us. We’re now 3. I’ve had a lot of training, but there’s still 3 more to gather and…”

“Nothing to worry,” said Dr. Phil again, turning to Dr. Lynda.

“Err… No… Nothing to worry.” she said as if he had dropped her a hot potato. “We have another man in the final testing phase, he should join you next week, as for the remaining couple… something… something is in the works,” she said, kind of evading the question.

“Well… You’re the boss.” said Karen, then turning to the new members, “Follow me. I’ll give you a tour of the facility. We’re gonna use the silent mode, like a text message, so as not to disturb anyone with questions and details.” she said, putting herself in between them and grabbing their arms to come along.

The first message Karen sent them privately was quick and simple.

“You’re fetishists, right?”

“Yes” was the answer. She couldn’t see them but she “saw” a puzzled look.

Even under the layer of rubber coating her head and the large gag filling her mouth, anyone could see the large smile forming on Karen’s face. They all relaxed.

“Great! You’re gonna have the time of your life! Okay, here we have…” began Karen, happy to not be alone, and even happier to be with her own… kind.

As she continued her visit, she asked random questions. Turns out that they didn’t know each other before getting all suited up, and that suit was an answer to many of their fetishes.

That comforted Karen. They will appreciate the outcome, instead of whining about it.

They were put through their paces rather quickly, and they showed natural abilities to perform tasks while in bondage, err, I mean in fetish gear… I mean in their unique spacesuit.

Four days later, another newcomer: Lukas, mainly a chemist but with degrees in astrophysics and geology.

A few days later, Karen was called for a meeting with Kim and Viktor.

“We’ll be away for a couple of days. Could you take over the training of the new personnel?” asked Kim. “You know pretty much all there is to do. We’ll give you access to the simulator control and you can put in some challenges.”

Karen agreed.

She had fun with the simulations. She knew what was “fun” and what wasn’t, and she made sure to end every un-fun simulation with a really… fun one.

Five days later, Karen was called to the main office. There were Professor Phil, Dr. Lynda, and two newcomers. Karen stared at their names and then at them, awaiting some kind of confirmation.

“Kim and Viktor? Really?”

“Yes,” answered Kim. “You seemed to be having so much fun, we wanted to try it by ourselves And you need someone to maintain the computers and do the programming.”

“And someone to maintain this station,” added Viktor.

“Ah… yes we do. And? How does it feel?”

“So far, so good,” answered Viktor with a happy smile.

“I must point out that I strongly opposed this,” said Dr. Lynda. “I do not believe they will be able to perform their duties.”

“That’s the whole point of sending them to the Moon, to see if they can,” answered Professor Phil. “I’ll take control of the operations until the launch. It is set for May 11. Be ready everybody. Karen, you’ll be the leader from now until you’re on the Moon. Ready for the challenge?”

With the best military salute she could perform, rubber creaking, she answered “Ay, ay, sir.”

Season 1, EP 2 - The Launch.

They had done it a hundred times. They knew the drill. But this time, it was different. It was real. They would not laugh at each other’s mistakes. They would not goof off. They would not go outside for a walk after the simulation.

This was real. They were launching into space. The standard route would be to launch to low earth orbit, actually, to the ISS, from where they would board the weekly ship going to the moon to the extensive mining and exploration complex located in Mares Tranquillitatis.

However, they were a stand-alone mission, aiming to test the feasibility of pretty much everything. So they would launch and head straight for the moon, to the far side, to land in the Korolev crater, where their base, currently deactivated, was waiting for them.

They will have to activate it prior to entering. It will be a very rough test of their environment suits and their capacities to execute tasks. Life-saving tasks.

At the time, they were stepping down from the bus that had driven them to the launch pad. Karen stopped at the door of the bus to look up, her last view at what would shoot her to the moon. Shoot them to the moon. They all stopped and looked up. It was a strange feeling.

They took place in the elevator and traveled the distance from the ground to the capsule in silence, each one deep into his or her own t thoughts, before entering the spacecraft, installed on top of the new privately owned rocket Canary-9 Fat. (yes, I know, poor joke…)

They all took their places in a circle, all facing the exterior wall, with each one of them having two touch-screen displays, side by side over their head, to see and control their different components. Technicians were there to strap them in.

Using the available D rings of their suit, they were linked to their body-molding seat with strong steel cables, including their arms.

Right now, they could move, pulling on the spring-return mechanism of the wires, but as soon as the ship would launch, they would be pinned down, and unable to move unless there was an action requiring manual input.

Karen had them modify the seats. Officially, it was to make it more comfortable for the ride.

As she took place in her rubber-covered seat, she felt the new hard lump at her crotch. She smiled internally. The ride would have been more “enjoyable” but the words she chose were better suited for an official request. Efficient was the chosen word. It was… efficiently enjoyable…

She squirmed in her seat, sending chills along her spine. That suit and that seat were made for each other. She put her arms in the molded armrests. She actually had to push herself in as the seat was wrapping around her body to provide a very strong support, which was in fact, a modification requested by Pete.

Even her head had to be squished in place. In the end, they looked like bodies buried under expanding insulation foam.

For an outsider, those six astronauts, wrapped in rubber, taking place inside tight fitting rubber coated seats, must have created a hell of a rubber symphony. One good thing: they couldn’t hear any of the moans they were making as they took their places. They could feel it, tho, and it was awesome.

Followed two hours of checklists and verifications, to make sure the ship was up to specs. Then, for the last half hour, they had nothing to do but look at their display and live the moment, alone with their thoughts, tightly confined into their seat.

Then, 60 seconds before engine ignition, all the steel cables were pulled taut, pinning them down, pulling them hard against the cushioned seats. They were unable to move. For the first time, they really felt the power of their space suits to reduce them to immobile bystanders.

Their adrenaline rushed, their heartbeat pumped up. Oh, the danger of the launch was not causing it. Not at all.

5, 4, main engine starts.

Two.

They all realized what the modification asked by Karen was for. Darn! The vibration of the rocket was transmitted to it. They were being vibrated by rocket engines! What on Earth could top that?

One!

Zero. Lift off!

The rocket and its capsule, engines powering up, cleared the tower in a few seconds, the rocket fighting the air as it accelerated, the engines pushing hard, getting higher and higher in the sky.

That lift-off was followed by six other lift-offs, confined inside the capsule, as one after the other, each one of the six astronauts had their brain launched by the extreme sensation of the lift-off. Some had more than one. Multi-lift-offs.

As the engines stopped to enter low earth orbit, in preparation for the T.L.I. (Trans-Lunar Injection), they felt, for the first time, absolutely nothing. They were in a weightless environment. They were still immobile, firmly held in their tight seats, but, they weren’t feeling the pull of the gravity or the acceleration. They couldn’t move, yet felt no weight.

That was one heck of a strange and arousing feeling. A few of them tried to wiggle on their seats, to get something… moving, but nothing did anything. And it would be like that for the 2 hours needed to do a double check on all the systems and set everything for T.L.I. For two hours, they would be in total denial.

Karen opened a private channel to the crew.

“I don’t know about you, guys, but I want to experience this to the highest level. I’m gonna cut all inputs, sight and sounds, except the emergency channel and Control,” said Karen.

“That… that’s a very interesting idea,” said Viktor. “I’ll do the same.”

In a short time, all agreed to cut off everything, to put themselves in total sensory deprivation of sight, sound, touch, taste, smell or… gravity.

All hell broke loose when, one hour later, the engine fired for a course correction. It wasn’t a long blast, merely 30 seconds. However, that sole sensation changed their mind from sensory deprivation to sensory overload.

“Moon-One, the flight surgeon is noting a sudden increase in heart rate. Was there something wrong with the course correction?”

“No… Nothing wrong. We just didn’t expect it to have this much… effect. We were kind of… dozing off… awakening. That’s all.” Said Karen, not wanting to inform Control that they all orgasmed at the same time.

“Ah, okay. Yes, the surgeon reports everything coming back to normal. We’ll begin the pre-TLI checks in about 20 minutes.”

“Roger, Control,” said Karen, holding herself from giggling.

Then on the private channel, “I’m sorry guys. Maybe that bump was not the best of ideas.”

“Toto? Is that you? Are we back in Kansas? I don’t want to go back to Kansas,” wrote Kim

“Some are already out of this world,” added Pete.

“I vote for that bump to be standard.” said Joanne “Fucking standard!”.

“Okay, copy that, guys. The bump stays. What I would do to see the flight surgeon’s face right now…”

Everybody cracked up. Twenty minutes later, they were back to business, to science, ready to pilot this thing if something wrong happened. Ready to go to the moon.

“You know, Karen, I had a thought”

“Go ahead, Victor.”

“That bump and stuff are… well… very interesting, but is there a way to turn it off?”

“Turn it off? Why the fuck do you want to turn it off?” asked Lukas.

“Well, it’s all fun until something bad happens. I mean, if something goes wrong, we will have to figure it out ourselves. Ground Control will have no power to help us. We will have to pilot this ship. We will be in control. How could WE keep a cool head to figure out how to survive while we are… distracted at the same time.”

“Viktor,” said Pete. “you are sealed in rubber, corset, ballet boots, gagged and plugged. And you are worried about a bump in the seat?”

“Err… yeah… right…. Never mind. Let’s keep the bump.”

[General laugh]

Season 1, EP 3 - Moon Trip

T.L.I. Trans-Lunar Injection

Tremendously Long (and) Insane would have been Karen’s chosen words when the three engines lit up and pushed them down their seats, against the darn bump, for six minutes. Six minutes where they got really vibrated by the powerful engines of the rocket. Karen could pretty much mentally hear them as the orgasm engulfed them. She knew. She was engulfed in one herself.

One, two, three… four? or was it the third that never ended? She couldn’t tell. She couldn’t move, the seat restraint system holding her still, compressing her, almost pushing her against the lump. She could do nothing to stop it. Nothing but enjoy it, again and again.

As hard as it began, everything stopped. There was no winding down, as well as there hasn’t been a power-up. It was either on or off.

With the rocket engine off also stopped the acceleration. They were back at zero G, weightless. Panting, they tried to relax, to calm down, letting their brain cope with all the sudden change in sensory inputs.

Privately, Karen asked for a status check.

All answered they were good. Only Kim was slow to answer.

“You’re sure you’re okay, Kim. You got me worried, there.”

“Well. You guys are all fetishists. You somehow live for that. You even probably experienced something like that bef…”

“HELL NO!” quickly cut in Joanne. “THIS can’t be reproduced… Oh, gawd!! That was… I’m speechless. I think my brain melted.”

“Yeah… something like that.” said Karen, “And you were saying, Kim?”

“Well… What I mean is that you all already lived something like that, you wanted that. For me, it’s all new. It looked like fun to see you play around in training, and now…”

“Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t like it? There’s no shame, you know. I honestly thought that you had some… experience. I mean, I didn’t believe someone would commit itself to 10 years of… this, without having an idea of what was going to happen.” said Joanne.

“What? Get out of it?” asked Kim. “No fucking way! I want more!”

They all laughed.

“And about you, Viktor?… Viktor?” asked Pete.

“Vic? Are you alright?” asked a concerned Karen, getting her belts off and pushing herself out of the chair, quickly reaching the end of the steel wires holding her from every D-ring of her suit.

As she practiced in the large pool, she twisted around and removed the clips in record time and she floated over to Victor while the rest of the crew were struggling just to get out of the restraint chairs, all in a slight state of panic.

“Victor, look at me… “ she said “Karen to Control. Victor doesn’t seem right, how are his vitals?”

“There was a peak in his heart rate… well, every one of you had that peak during the whole burn. Over here, he’s quite normal, I would say, abnormally relaxed as if he’s… asleep. Did he pass out?”

“Just reaching him,” said Karen, floating around the cabin, now being joined by Kim.

She couldn’t yell at him. There was no “yelling” function in the speech synthesizer. He looked calm, resting. Karen smacked him on the helmet. He startled.

“Heartbeat peak.” said the flight surgeon.

“Yeah, apparently I woke him up.”

“What? He was asleep?” asked Control.

“Everything is normal here,” said Karen. “We are a go. We are all go,” she said, smiling internally.

On the private channel, Victor was explaining.

“I never felt anything like that before and, well, when it all turned off, I just wanted to… sleep.”

“You wanted to sleep????” asked Kim.

“Well… that was good…” he answered. “What do YOU do after sex? Play racquetball?”

“So, do you still want the bump removed, Victor?” asked Joanne.

They helped Victor get out of his seat. He never answered the question.

They were all free, floating around, experiencing moving in their unique spacesuits, into a weightless environment.

“Oh! That changes everything,” said Lukas. “Way different from the pool simulations”.

For two days, they floated around, enjoying the views, enjoying the weightlessness, enjoying the new experiences.

The only resistance there would have been to them floating around would have been their clothes, but, as tight and sleek as they were, nothing was slowing them down.

The stiffness of the corset proved a little problematic. On Earth, the gravity helped them bend. In weightlessness, they simply couldn’t. It commanded a whole new way to move.

They brushed against each other from time to time. Sometimes accidentally, and other times… You know, a hand there, a foot there, even your face between someone’s boobs could be… accidental. Up to a point.

To use the on-board cleaning and feeding station, they had to be strapped down on the wall. There were two stations. Nylon straps with tightening buckles had been installed, and some people took great pleasure in pulling the straps… very tightly.

Pete did it to Karen, hoping Karen would want revenge. And she did, even enlisting the help of Lukas, where they were able to pull it so tightly that the brackets partially tore off the frame! Pete couldn’t move. For two hours…

After two days of teasing each other, they had to set themselves up for their arrival on the moon.

It was time to strap themselves back into their seat for the Lunar Orbit Insertion.

Another burn.

Another heavy vibrating session.

Another joy ride.

Karen was starting to regret the bump. That had added up to way more orgasms than she had anticipated.

And they hadn’t landed on the moon yet!

As soon as the orbit had been achieved, their minds were set for the task ahead, for the moon landing. After 10 orbits, they received the OK from Command to land. The only thing was, they would be alone. There was only one communication satellite orbiting the moon meaning that communication was intermittent and only lasted for a few minutes at a time.

Karen knew that she, as well as the rest of the crew, following the recent experiences, dreaded the next burn to slow them down and land them.

She began to think that Victor was right. What would they do if there was something wrong, while they were vibrated to ecstasy? “We would die happy” was her only thought.

The reality of being isolated was real.

They had to check everything. The whole sequence was automatic and it has been simulated countless times.

Everything should be fine.

SHOULD BE.

Season 1, EP 4 - Moon Landing

The ship was steady in its orbiting speed around the moon, but it needed to be slowed down for landing. Everybody was tightly tucked and secured in their seat. Some were nervous about the procedure. Others were nervous about other things, mainly hard things at the bottom of their seats between their legs.

The sequence was automatic. It would start as they were still in contact with Earth, but the rest would be done blinded from Earth. They would be alone, without any kind of backup possible.

Five… Four… Three… Two…

The ship shook hard. Having not been heavily gagged, most of them would have let out a loud groan as the hard lump began to shake, vibrating them. That put some of them out of their mind, out of their tasks.

“Pete.” asked Karen “What’s the status, temperature, pressure? My indicators are going crazy. How about yours?”

No answer

“Pete? Are you there?”

There was still silence and Karen began to feel worry.

“Yes… I’m here… Damn, that bump… It’s Oooo…..”

“Yeah, sorry about that. It was a bad idea. What do you see?”

“My indicators are also going strange, but this is a strong deceleration. Give them a few moments.”

Karen looked at the indicators and a few moments later, all their readings stabilized, as the ride became a lot smoother the deceleration becoming more steady, and the ship aiming for its target.

“Time to touchdown: 2 minutes. Fuel reserve at 60%” said Kim. “Landing legs deployed and secured. Trajectory is nominal. We’re still go.”

Two minutes later, with 40% left of the landing fuel, they softly touched down on the landing pad.

“Okay,” said Karen. “Engines shut down, awaiting for grabbing clamps confirmation.”

Those clamps were located on the pad and were there to secure the legs of the ship upon landing to prevent any oscillation that might make it tip over.

“Clamp One, green,” said Kim. “Clamp Two… green….”

“Clamp Three?” asked Karen.

“Still no answer from clamp Three…. Do we abort the mission?” asked Kim.

“For one fucking clamp?” asked Viktor.

“ We need 3 clamps. The rules say that…”

“Yes, I know. Lukas” cut in Karen. “Okay, give me a stay, no-stay for everything but the holding clamp. This is only upon us, guys.”

“We can’t forgo a system because we know it’s defective. The stay, no-stay will give a no-stay. We have 2 clamps secured. The moon is stable. The ship is stable. I don’t see any short-term safety issue here, “said Viktor. “It might be a minor problem, a bad sensor. I suggest I go have a look. I know that system like the back of my hand. If it’s an issue that can endanger the mission, I’ll call it off.”

“You want to do an EVA? Now?” asked Kim. “What if something goes wrong?”

“There’s already something going wrong, Kim,” answered Viktor. “I want to make it right.”

“Currently, Main Control has no… control,” said Karen. “We’re on our own, here. I think it’s safe with 2 clamps out of three. I agree with Viktor’s proposition. But we’re a team. Opinions?”

All were okay with it. After all, the only other alternative was to abort the mission, which means lifting off and going back to Earth, and from then, who knows when they will come back, if ever. An abort that early on the mission could jeopardize the whole project, and they would be stuck in their tight rubber skin for 10 years for nothing. Well, not exactly for nothing, but… you get the point.

Viktor headed for the airlock, snapping an air bottle backpack, and added the breathing mask. His first experience in real one-sixth of Earth’s gravity. He had to be careful, gentle.

The decompression was stressful. Oh, they tested the suit in a vacuum chamber on Earth, but it was not like it was as real as in the vacuum of space. Especially if there was a leak…

He monitored his sensors cautiously, but everything was green. He realized, at the same time, that he had become the first one to do it. His name would be in history books…

A few minutes later, he was walking on the platform, heading for leg #3.

By then, they had all unfastened themselves from their seat and extracted themselves from them, experiencing the low gravity of the moon, and enjoying it. Nobody wanted to go back to Earth. Not right away.

“Okay, I’m at clamp Three. It has not been activated. I’ll go for the manual override.” said Viktor.

“Okay. Any indication why it didn’t work?” asked Karen.

“No, not yet. I’m opening the access panel. I see the reason. Okay, manual activation.” he said, beginning to manually actuate the mechanism, realizing at the same time that it was convenient as hell that the speech synthesizer didn’t convey any emotion in their artificial voice.

“Clamp Three is green,” said Kim.

“Okay. Stay, no-stay everybody?” asked Karen.

All statuses were stay.

A tube rose from the platform and mated with the door of the capsule, enabling a direct and sealed way to enter the moon base.

Donning their breathing apparatus, they each, in turn, had to negotiate the 50 or so steps of the straight ladder within the tube, in low gravity. That was actually fun!

They were basically letting themselves fall down, just controlling the speed of their descent.

“What was the problem?” asked Karen when she joined Viktor.

“A… loose connector.” he simply said, which satisfied Karen and the rest of the crew.

They went to the elevator platform and were taken down to the access corridor. They walked

to the first hub, their pointed boots clicking on the steel floors. Pete went to the auxiliary

power and life support console and turned on the main power to the station.

They waited, as the air went whistling through the station, and while all the systems were verified until he gave the okay. Everybody removed their breathing backpacks and went happily toward their quarters, but Viktor grabbed Karen’s arm and turned on a close proximity communication channel. Only she would get his message.

“Karen. The problem with clamp Three: the hydraulic hose was severed.”

“Really? Why did you say a loose connector then? An overpressure of a hydraulic system is always a possibility and not that…”

“It wasn’t an accident,” he said, producing the piece of tubing, cut clean, with some kind of energy weapon.

“Could it be a… mishap from the departing construction crew or something?”

“The construction crew left three months ago. This has been done no more than a few hours ago.”

“A few hours ago?” asked Karen, puzzled. “But… there’s no one else in the station. We’re alone.”

“Are we?…”

Season 1, EP 5 - First day, first Night

They didn’t have much in personal items: a few books, and pictures they wanted to hold in their hands. Some had some family value items, but since they didn’t need any clothing, footwear, or hygiene products, there wasn’t a lot of stuff to store in their respective lockers.

They did a quick tour of the base, checking their respective equipment. The steel and plastic walls were reverberating with the creaking sounds of their tight latex catsuit, and an occasional steel clinging sound as one of their multiple D-rings would collide with something hard.

The floors were made out of some kind of composite material and had an anti-slip surface, but their pointed boots were still clicking on it.

For an outsider, only hearing the sounds and not having a clue of what was going on, this was actually creepy: creaking and clicking sounds. What kind of weird, spider-like creature was lurking in there?

Everything turned out to be in place and functional. The power plant was stable, as well as the base life support systems.

Only Karen was walking more cautiously, keeping an eye out for… for what? For who? What was the real cause of the broken hose on the platform?

But that whole trip had been quite a ride and nobody really slept, or slept well. They had, without talking to each other, one idea: get to bed.

For one, to take some rest, and for two, they were all eager to try to sleep in one-sixth of Earth’s gravity.

The station was divided into two gender-divided bedrooms, one for the men, and one for the women. Within those rooms, there was little privacy as the beds were set up one beside the other. A thin divider wall could be extended between the beds, but that was about it.

They each took place in their bed, most of them, laying on their back, feeling as they were almost floating.

Sleep came quickly.

Sleep also went out quickly and with a bang. A few bangs to be exact. The bangs caused by them falling off their bed.

Their body was used to twist and change position within Earth’s gravity, but on the Moon, those usual, regular body jerking motions, sent them floating around, and falling off the bed.

“We’re gonna have to find a way to restrain ourselves to the beds until our minds adapt.” said Karen, getting up from the floor, gently rubbing her shoulder.

At about the same time, the three men walked in from their common bedroom and began to laugh as they saw two of the women lying on the floor or getting up, while Karen was standing up.

“Problems?” asked Viktor.

“Yeah, and I would guess you have the same,,” said Kim.

“How are we gonna sleep? Someone has to tie down the others, but then, who’s going to tie down that last one? Do we have a… self-bondage device lying around?” asked Pete.

“Sort of,” said Kim, all turning toward her, including Viktor.

“What are you talking about? There was never a discussion about self-bondage devices in the station,” said Viktor.

“Because it’s not considered a… self-bondage device,” answered Kim. “You see, I have thoughts about you guys having trouble staying in bed, and I came across something while doing research on beds with restraints, and I figured it would be just down the road for you, guys,” she said approaching Karen’s bed. “Karen, would you, please, take place on your bed?”

Karen complied, not really sure, but anticipating. Being tied down was always a good solution. She was eager to know how it would be done. Some kind of threading spider that would pull a rope on all their D-rings?

She was resting, arms by her sides.

“Okay, now, you have to make sure your eyes are directly under the red dot here on the moving bar,” she said, pointing the bar with lights over their bed, toward the wall. “Very good, Karen. Now stretch your right hand on the side of the bed and feel with your fingers. There’s a square that appears to be empty, but you can put your finger in it. Reach for the bottom and press until you hear a beep. then bring your arm back on your side to be comfortable.”

Karen complied. Finding the square was easy, but reaching the bottom was apparently hard. She mentioned it.

“Yeah.” said Kim. “It’s somewhat of a failed-safe function to prevent accidental activation. It was requested by the engineering team.”

Karen pressed the button, then placed her arm to her side.

“Then what?” she asked as nothing happened.

“Oh, there’s a 10-second pause to give you time to set yourself comfortably,” added Kim, as the moving arm began to move along the length of the bed, spreading some kind of black rubbery sheet over Karen, securely being held on the side of the bed.

Karen saw a small hole coming toward her and instinctively aimed for her breathing hole to align with it. When the arm reached the foot of the bed, it stopped. Karen was now covered with a thin black rubber sheet.

Then some vacuum kicked in action, sucking the rubber sheet on her, effectively sealing her, immobilizing her.

“A VACBED!” exclaimed Joanne. “I want in. NOW. What do I have to do again? okay, look at the red dot…” she said as she quickly took place.

“Stop for a moment,” said Kim, as everybody was almost racing back to their bed, Pete even tripping and flying off in the low gravity. Viktor seems to be somewhat reluctant. “The basic setup is for 8 hours of sleep. If the system detects an emergency, breathing problems, raised blood pressure, etc, it will release you. Otherwise, it’s 8 hours unless you set it up otherwise. Of course, someone from outside can always stop the process.” she said as she pushed another button from the side of the bed, which caused the vacuum to stop, and the arm to retract, freeing Karen.

But as soon as the arm had retracted, Karen reached and pressed the button again.

She wanted in. For 8 hours.

“What the hell is that?” he asked Viktor, evidently concerned.

“Just try it,” said Pete who had managed to stand back on his feet but was eager to run to his bed. “Just try it.”

“Oh, man! I’m in heaven!” said Lukas as rushed to his own bed.

Viktor watched them getting vacuum packed, apparently enjoying it, enjoying being restrained that much.

He took place and activated the device.

A wave of panic engulfed him as the rubber sheet tightened around his body, immobilizing him. He tried to relax, but he was compelled to try to move. He twisted his arm, and bent his knee so slightly, trying to make a fist with his hand, but some kind of invisible force field drew everything back as soon as he let go.

He didn’t feel confined, held rigid. He felt well-wrapped, almost being cuddled. Sleep came.

They would love to sleep. A lot…

Season 1, EP 6 - First Day’s Work

After their much-needed nap, it was time to get down to business. There was a general meeting in the level 1 meeting room of Module A, each one listing what they had to do according to the already prepared schedule to put the station up and running.

While Karen was starting up all her different instruments in her lab, Pete was making a tour of all the power relays of the station, Johanne was having a look at Med Bay, Viktor was making a general scan of every device, Lukas was with Karen in the lab, and, finally, Kim had to do an EVA to go check on the rover status.

She put on a breathing backpack and mask and went to the airlock. She was experiencing a true vacuum for the first time.

Like in the experiments in a vacuum chamber on Earth, she felt as if the suit was getting tighter on her, something that felt eerie the first few times, but now, it felt… good. She even thought, if it could get tighter, it would be even better.

She climbed down the ladder down to the ground. Another first. And a first for all: working on the dusty soil of the moon in pointed boots.

It turned out to be a rather good solution. One thing for certain, with the point sinking, they were sure not to slip.

She hopped her way to the rover, making long strides, not because she wanted to, but because she was pushing too hard in the low gravity.

She reached it in no time and began her inspection.

Stretching one arm, trying to twist against the rigidity of the corset, all those proved that she had made the right choice. Somehow, the struggle was… Was it… arousing? Could it be?

She was doing the first inspection of the outside. She extended a hand to grab an analyzer from her toolbox, and her hand hit something. She turned her head around, well turned her whole body around as she was too stiff, to find… nothing.

“Wow. My imagination is acting.” she thought to herself, grabbing the analyzer, without anything in the way, and plugging it into the rover. Everything was normal. She unplugged it and made a sudden jump to reach higher, to another port, but she hit something.

She turned around: nothing.

“What the hell is going on, here?” she said, looking frantically around, slowly spinning on herself as she slowly got back on the ground. “It felt as if I hit someone as if someone was looking over my shoulder… Hey! Any of you playing hide and seek?” she asked on the general com channel.

“Is there someone else outside, besides myself?” she asked.

“Err… No. You’re all alone. Why? Seeing ghosts?” asked Joanne. “Let me have a look at your vitals… Your heartbeat is a little fast, but there’s nothing really wrong. Did you have blurry visions, disorientation, dizziness?”

“No… I… I just hit something and it felt as if I hit someone. I’m not really used to working in space. It might be just my imagination, or the suit acting strange.” said Kim. “Never mind.”

“Well, if the suit is acting strange, better to know it now. Just keep an eye out for any special weird sign: getting stiffer, or softer, tightening or loosening. Your life, and ours, depends on it.”

“Copy that, Lukas. Anyways, everything is fine here. I’m going inside the rover.”

“Roger that, Kim,” said Karen.

She easily reached the ladder which would put her over the large tires of the rover, to access the door. She more pulled herself up than used the ladder. It wasn’t very practical. Someone seemed to forget that with pointed boots, ladder rods are pretty much useless.

She commanded the opening of the main access airlock near the driving section and entered the rover, without bothering with pressurizing it, leaving both doors of the airlock open, in override mode.

She took her place on the pilot seat, feeling the rubber pinch her thighs as she sat down. She switched on the power, which turned on all the lights. Her rubber suit was gliding on the rubbery seat cover, and she thought that restraints would be welcome. And more since she felt something hard, strategically placed within the seat.

“Karen, are you there?”

“Yes, Kim. What can I do for you?”

“Say… do you have something to say about the rover’s seats?

“I don’t know what you mean, Kim. What about those seats? Something wrong?”

“Well, they have a very similar, ahem, feature, like the capsule’s seats.”

“You had hard bumps put there also, Karen?” asked Lukas.

“What? No! I asked to put them in the capsule only, knowing it would only be for the ride, then, theoretically, we wouldn’t touch them for 10 years. I never said anything about the rover’s seats. Why?” asked Karen.

“Well, apparently, someone decided to add the bump. Whoever is going to drive this thing around is here for a… double ride,” said Kim.

“Oh! Well. Who’s the first scheduled to take it out?… Let me check.” said Karen. “Oh, darn…”

“What? Who is it?” asked Kim.

“Apparently, the first task is to take it to the Doppler Crater, south from here, to sample a strange formation spotted by the survey satellites, and the users will be… Lukas and myself,” said Karen.

“HA!” said Viktor. “You’re being served! Let’s see how steady your driving will be.”

“I will have to find out who came up with that idea,” said Karen. “Well, it might actually be quite fun!”

“Okay then, guys. Talk to you later. I have to finish the power-up checks.” said Kim, turning around to go to the main corridor, giving access to the different science and storage modules making the bulk of the rover, when she hit something as if it was someone.

Instinctively, she said “sorry” but, she saw no one. Panicking, she waved her arm in the air and hit something soft, like… someone, a person, a human, but she couldn’t see anything.

There were some banging noises, her toolbox fell on the floor, and for a brief moment, as the dust lifted with the struggle, she saw something, a human shape, quickly getting away.

Kim ran out of the rover, not taking the ladder, literally flying off, and landing hard on the ground. Good thing the Moon had low gravity.

“Oh my gawd! What the hell was that?” she said, as she looked frantically through the door opening. But she saw nothing. “Guys, there’s a ghost here. I’ve seen it. I even touched it.” said Kim.

“Kim? Please come back to the station. I would like to run some tests.” said Joanne. I’m not implying anything. I just want to run some tests.”

“On my way,” said Kim, walking fast to the station, or was it away from the rover?

She entered the airlock in no time since she had left the outer door open. A small oversight on her part, not used to these procedures.

She closed the door and commanded the pressurization.

This time, she felt as if her suit was loosening, and was somewhat disappointed. She punched in a few setup data, having the strange feeling of being watched, but each time she looked over her shoulder, she saw nobody, or, nothing. Yet…

Season 1, EP 7 - A Ghostly Touch

It had been a long and productive day.

It had also been a positive day, with everything working like it was supposed to be.

Except for the main rover, as it hasn’t been thoroughly checked by Kim who had some problems.

Joanne had given her some pills to relax, her heartbeat and pressure being off the chart. Officially, The cause was put on too much stress. In reality, it was too much stimulation for a first-timer.

Everything was a first for her. Totally.

They shared a common meal. Funny scene when one has to think that all of them are hooked to their respective cleaning/feeding station for an hour.

Next was two hours of leisure time, where they could answer emails from their relatives and friends, play games, or watch movies. They did that in the main common area, where some of the stuff, mainly console games, were set up. Joanne and Viktor turned out to be quite challengers at the game console.

During this period, Karen did feel that, at times, she was being watched, although she saw no one. Is there really a ghost? She began to question Kim’s illness. She might be right after all, especially after Pete told her he had the same feeling while at the feeding station. He even got the impression that someone, or something, had touched him.

But now, time for bed. Karen wasn’t exactly expecting a restful sleep, especially the first half of the night. She loved so much being encased, immobile in a vacbed – she had one at home, actually – that she would feel quite stimulated. Pete also had the same apprehension, for the same reasons.

The beds were set up, and, one after the other, they were sealed under the rubber cover, being sucked in place, confining them by the air pressure pushing on them.

Karen welcomed the embrace, the tightness, the quick loss of mobility. She especially loved the fact that you were allowed to move, somewhat, but the rubber would spring you back at point zero, like a force field.

She was enjoying her session, just relaxing and trying to move her hips up and down, when she felt a gentle touch on her left thigh, just above her knee.

She moaned. Inside her head, since no sound came out of her gagged mouth. The touch was soft, slowly moving upward, toward her crotch, where it stopped for a moment, barely touching.

Gawd! That was exciting. She tried to move her hips higher, to make stronger contact with whoever was playing with her, but the vacbed was holding her back. The touch went back, feeling her crotch, her lower stomach, and ran across the center of her torso, up to her encased breasts, where the touch circled them, stopping at her nipple, before going down in the middle, followed by two touches, gently circling each breasts, before slowly following her arms, down to her wrists before riding back upward to slides, back down, one touch on each side of her corseted waist, down to her thigh, where they slowly danced over her crotch.

The touch was subtle. Some pressure, but not too much. It was just enough to feel, enough to tease. But not enough to go further. That was devilish.

Karen was jolting up and down. Damn! That was good. Whoever was doing it knew how to tease her. She was twisting, twitching, trying to move as much as she could, but, still, the vacbed was holding her tightly in position. The touch slid slowly down her legs, then back up, again, spending time on her crotch.

Then, for a moment, one of the touches disappeared to being felt again at her breasts, teasing both areas at the same time.

Karen’s breath was getting shallow, fast. Damn! The orgasm was building, and it would explode inside her like she liked them.

The touch became more present as her orgasm grew. Whoever it was, was somehow, feeling it and was increasing the pleasure by applying more pressure, using more fingers, squishing her breasts at the same time, pushing on her dildo.

And exploded, she did! Her body was rocked and thanks to the vacbed, stayed on the moon, otherwise, it would have flown out of orbit.

Then, as the hormones subsided, everything became silent. No more touch.

Then, she found sleep. A nice, deep, relaxing, sleep.

She was awakened in the morning by the sudden release of the vacbed, allowing her to move.

She stretched and plugged herself into the feeding station, shortly followed by Kim. Apparently, Joanne was already there.

They all met in the main common room.

“Damn! I know we’re all being taken care of, but what I would give for a coffee, right now!” said Karen. “Oh, by the way, thank you very much, Pete. That was awesome.”

“Oh… Thanks,” said Pete, somewhat puzzled. “But… what did I do that was so awesome?”

“Ah, come on,” said Karen. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Pete stopped what he was doing at a computer console and turned to Karen.

“Seriously, Karen. I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Then it must be you, Viktor,” said Joanne. “Your sweet revenge for losing the game yesterday. If you think I will go easier the next time, you’re wrong.”

“Oh? Really? Are you trying to hide what YOU did? Was it your excuse for cheating?” said Viktor.

“Oh really! Then it must be Kim, then. She wasn’t under the vacbed when I was,” said Joanne.

“Woh! Ho! Wait here! Are we all talking about the same thing here? Each and every one of us felt it?” asked Karen.

Everybody kept silent.

“The touching, damn it,” said Karen. Yesterday, just after I went to bed, someone… touched me. And I will be honest, it was good as hell!”

“Yes! That’s it” said Lukas. “Who was it? I must admit that it was darn good. But let’s be honest, who did it?”

“Not me!” said Pete.

“I was in bed before you,” said Joanne.

“Wait just a minute here. Everybody got touched?”

They all nodded yes.

No one of us did it? asked Joanne.

They all looked at each other, nodding no.

“Then, one or more people are lying,” she said.

“Or… it’s the… ghost” said Kim, looking at Karen for support.

“The ghost?” asked Viktor, puzzled.

Pete laughed. “A ghost. Year, right.”

“Well, people died on the moon since the first colonization,” said Kim, not letting go of her ghost thing.

“Okay, people. I’m the head of the group,” said Karen “but I’m not the one to administer discipline measures. It was fun, it was enjoyable. Now, I would ask the author or authors to come forward. No hard feelings.”

Nobody moves. They just looked at each other.

“Okay then, you leave me no other choice. Let’s have a look at the security camera,” said Karen.

She commanded the main screen and searched the database for the previous evening.

She began with the women’s dorm. They could see Joanne getting to bed, followed by Kim and Karen a short time later. The vacbeds were sealed and everything stood still, apart from Karen’s apparent rocking of her hips. Pete laughed.

“Well, mister, I’m eager to see your video,” she said.

“Oh, no secret here. I did the same. I just love vacb… what the hell?” she said, as he stared at the monitor.

There, something fuzzy was hovering over Karen’s body. It was moving, along her left thigh, then went over her whole body, as Karen was jerking more and more.

Karen didn’t say a word and accelerated the video, which showed that same foggy thing going from Karen to Joanne to Kim, before getting out to enter the men’s dorm and doing that same thing. Pete’s reaction had Karen repress a laugh.

“Well…”

“No comment necessary,” said Pete. “But… what is that?”

“The Ghost!” said Kim.

“I admit this is a ghostly figure, but I don’t believe it’s a ghost,” said Joanne.

“How did he get in? The only one who went outside was… Kim.” said Lukas. “Saw anything suspicious?”

“No but… I had forgotten the airlock door open. He might have gone through it.”

“And you didn’t see… anything suspicious while in the airlock?”

“No, nothing. Then again, I was still shocked by my encounter.”

Everybody looked around, searching.

“If he’s here, we should see that foggy cloud somewhere.”

“I don’t see anything… unless…” said Karen, switching the surveillance recording to the live broadcast of the common room. There, in the corner, just beside the monitor, the cloudy shape.

“How come we don’t see it and the camera…” began to say Viktor, but he was cut short as Pete, Joanne, and Viktor were quickly walking toward that corner, arms spread, trying to catch it if it ever wanted to escape.

“NO STOP” yelled Karen, stopping them dead in their tracks. “We don’t know who or what it is. Do you think that cornering it like that would not trigger any defense mechanism he may have? Let it go. Come back to the table. Now!” said Karen, still looking at the screen. He hadn’t moved.

“Listen,” said Karen, raising her hand in a peaceful manner and slowly positioning herself in front of the ghostly figure. “I don’t know if you can understand me, but we mean you no harm. We just want to help you. And now you know that we can track you down. I believe you mean no harm, otherwise, you would have all the time in the world to do it while we were asleep. Instead you….. Can you show yourself? Please?”

In front of them appeared a humanoid, obviously a female, with greenish skin, purple hairs, wearing a shiny grayish suit, high heels booties, and a large belt around the waist, from which she seemed to have pushed a button with her right hand. Her face conveyed softness as well as fear.

She raised her left hand, in a peace gesture.

“I mean you no harm. I’m just an observer. My name is Phyae.” she said as she put her right hand to her heart and made a small bow.

Season 1, EP 8 - Lunarians, meet the Nagusians

“Oh my gawd! Close Encounter of the Third Kind!” said Pete.

“So you’re… not a… ghost?” asked Kim.

“No, I’m not a dead entity. Kim” softly answered Phyae. “I’m from the planet Nagusia.”

“You… You know my name?” asked Kim, surprised.

“I know all of your names. They are written on you. It’s weird that way you have to write your name on yourself. It was the same for those who built this station.”

“Hello, Phyae,” said Karen getting closer. “Why are you here?”

“My mission is to study your people. I must say that you are you’re quite intriguing,” said Phyae.

“Well, the human race is a weird one.”

“Oh, the Earthlings are well understood, and we’ve been watching them for many centuries. It’s… you. You’re different. All the other Earthlings working on what you call the Moon, wear some sort of hard shell to protect them from space. But you seem to have enclosed your body in some kind of soft shell. Very intriguing, especially since, compared to the hard shells, you do not take it off.”

“Well, it’s a… complicated story I’ll be happy to discuss it with you, but for now… I don’t think I have the authority to make official contact with you,” said Karen. “I should talk to my superiors back on Earth and…”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” she said, reaching for her belt.

“But… We’re unarmed!” said Joanne, backing off, arms raised.

“Oh, you will not be hurt.” said Phyae “I will just erase your memory of our encounter. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt.”

“But… why?” asked Karen. “We mean you no harm.”

“Not everybody is ready for it. Earthling must be kept unaware of our presence,” said Phyae

“Can you make an … exception? I promise, we won’t tell,” said Karen.

“Well, the very presence of this base is a threat to us,” said Phyae. “We tried to stop its construction, but it was getting too hard not to be discovered. Don’t worry,” she said, picking a metallic red box on her belt and taking it into her hand as to aim it at the Lunarians. “It won’t hurt. Your memory will be erased and you will seem to suffer a strange illness that will force Earthlings to bring you back. Everyone coming here will suffer the same illness. Do not be afraid, no symptoms will be real. It’s like hypnotism. As soon as you’ll be away from the Far Side of the Moon, the symptoms will disappear. Only coming to the far side is forbidden.”

“But wait. I have an idea. I have an offer.” said Karen. “What if… let me think… What if WE become your first contact? We won’t talk about you to the rest of the world. It will be our secret. We will be able to better make you understand Earthlings, and perhaps, in a short future, make official contact with Earth.”

“I must admit that you seem different from the other Earthlings I met.” said Phyae “I will confer with my people,” she said, reaching for her belt, before beginning to talk in a strange language, very different from anything on Earth.

“Err… Karen?”

“Yes, Viktor.”

“I’m just receiving an error message from the surveillance and communication equipment.”

“What is it?”

“Well… Everything is down. It’s not recording, and we can’t store, transmit, or receive any communication outside of the base.”

“She’s probably blocking it, to make sure we are not attempting something. Let it go,” said Karen, trying at the same time to show her good faith.

Phyae stopped talking and looked at the latex-clad group. She let out a sigh. It was as if she was half relieved, but at the same time, half afraid.

“They will discuss it. It shouldn’t be long,” said Phyae

“I would have a ton of questions to ask, but since you’re probably going to wipe out our memory, why bother, right?”

Phyae looked uneasy.

“Yes… I guess,” she said.

There were sounds coming from her belt and Phyae began to talk in that strange language again, giving quick, furtive looks at the Lunarians. She seemed to argue, even getting angry, as if she was trying to push her point on.

There was silence and Phyae looked down, at her feet, evidently waiting for some answer, but refrained from looking at anyone from the group.

Viktor was getting impatient, and it showed. He was dancing from one foot to the other, looking alternatively at Phyae, at Karen, at the group, ready to kick into action if the order was given to capture here or… flee.

Nobody was talking. It was silence, only cut by the beeping sounds of the equipment in the room.

Finally, the silence was broken and Phyae talked some more, before letting out a sigh.

“They agreed. All your communications will be monitored and any mention of us is going to be dealt with… with…” she said lowering her head.

“With?….” asked Karen, as everybody else was suspended to her lips.

“With… the annihilation of the base and everybody on it. They don’t want to risk being discovered.”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” said Kim.

“It’s either that or immediate memory erase with the illness.” said Phyae.

“Honestly, Phyae,” said Karen, “this is totally stupid on your part. If we all suddenly fall ill, they will send someone else, then someone else, until they figure out what’s wrong, and if they find out that your people are doing it, they will interpret it as an act of aggression and retaliate. Is that what you want? All out war?”

Phyae looked afraid.

“I… I believe there’s a saying on your planet, along the line of: don’t kill the messenger,” she said, raising her hands in a don’t-shoot-me manner.

Karen turned to the group.

“Well, group? What do you want? Keep a secret or go back to Earth to spend the next 10 years stuck in this for nothing.” she said opening her arms.

The decision was unanimous and very quick to get: they will take the risk and keep the secret.

Phyae looked sad.

“I was hoping you would leave. I would hate to see you… die.”

“Yeah. Me too. But we already took a risk of dying by coming here, to this base, so, for us, it’s no big deal.”

“I will go now,” said Phyae, pushing a button and disappearing again.

“Kim? Wanna go get some fresh air? You know… end the rover inspection?” said Karen.

“Why, now?” she asked, but seeing Karen making an obvious back-and-forth motion between her and where Phyae was standing, she understood that she needed a way out.

“Oh, right. I’ll be right on it, Karen,” said Kim, heading to the airlock. On the surveillance cameras, they could see a blurry shape following her.

“All coms are back online,” said Viktor. “They’re gonna want to know what happened.”

“You’ll think of something. Just don’t mention any… ghosts,” said Joanne.

Season 1, EP 9 - New Neighbors

It was a quiet day. After over a week, the routine has rooted. Everyone knew what there was to do and was performing it efficiently.

On that ordinary morning, Lukas and Kim were away on a three-day exploratory mission with the Main Rover. They had last reported that they had reached the destination and were beginning drilling to get core samples, with, so far, nothing out of the ordinary to report.

Viktor was at the console, coding new routines, when an alarm, heard for the first time, broke the otherwise plain routine.

“Something is approaching. It’s on the ground,” said Viktor.

“Fast?” asked Karen, puzzled.

“Not really… Okay, I.D. received. That’s a Russian rover. It’ll be here in about 20 minutes.”

“Call him,” said Karen.

Viktor set up the communication. “NSLA Moonbase to incoming Russian rover, do you read, over?”

“Yes, I’m reading you loud and clear, NSLA Moonbase. This is RM-4 ( Exploration rover / Razvedochnaya Mashina) Can I come in?” asked a man’s voice with a very strong Russian accent.

“This is Karen, the commander of the base. May I inquire the nature of your visit?”

“Oh… Just a neighborly visit..” he said

Viktor looked at Karen, puzzled. She shrugged.

“Very well, RM-4. Proceed,” she said, before cutting down her microphone and addressing Viktor only. “Guide him to airlock 2. You will practice your Russian, apparently,” she said with a wink, but nothing showed under the dark lenses of their permanent helmet.

Viktor guided the Russian visitors to the airlock, while Karen headed for it, her suit creaking with every move, walking lightly on the low gravity, her feet barely registering landing on the floor.

After the recompression, Karen commanded the inside door of the airlock to open. In front of her was standing a man and a woman in classic EVA spacesuits, white with red trim. She extended a hand.

“Welcome to NSLA Moonbase,” she said.

They stood there, staring at her.

“I… I thought this was… just a joke. You really are like… that?” he asked, making a broad gesture to scan Karen’s unique suit.

In the meantime, Viktor arrived. the Russian went wide eyes when he saw him, almost in disbelief.”

“Hello, I’m Viktor. We talked over the radio,” he said in Russian, extending his hand.

“That is so… weird. You’re not robots or anything?” asked the woman back in English.

“No we’re not,” said Viktor. “What can we help you with, mister…”

“…Maksim. My name is Maksim, and this is Darya,” they said, removing their helmets, revealing a well-rugged Russian man, and a very feminine and quite young woman.

“Welcome Darya, Maksim. Would… would you like a cup of tea?” asked Viktor.

“Err… No, thank you,” he said, looking at them, still puzzled by the sight and the synthetic voice. “Why… the voice? Sure you’re not robots… or cyborgs?”

“Well, maybe deep down we are cyborgs,” said Viktor. “Seriously, we are intubated for breathing and feeding, so we can’t talk. We are pointing at words from within our special helmet, and a speech synthesizer takes care of the rest. Now, to what do we attribute the honor of your visit?” he said, inviting him deeper inside the base.

With Karen leading the way, Maksim and Darya had eyes only for her tightly encased wiggling butt. And if he didn’t know better, Viktor was sure that Karen was wiggling her butt more than needed. If they were to pass nearby some top secret device, the Russians would not notice it, so concentrated they were on Karen’s behind, his senses overwhelmed by the constant creaking sound of the tight latex, walking easily on their extreme boots.

Darya turned around a few times to look at Viktor, her eyes dropping to his crotch, kind of searching for… something.

They reached the main area where Viktor and Karen sat down, joined by Joanne and Pete, in a rubber-creaking symphony.

Maksim didn’t know where to land his eyes, on their butt, their tightly encased waist, or their wrapped breasts. Darya seemed to be struggling with the same dilemma in addition to the man’s crotch.

They were all staring at each other, no one speaking.

“Maksim just thought we should say hello since we are… close neighbors,” said Darya, sort of getting Maksim out of his daze at the same time.

“Da, Da. We’re just on the North rim of the Korolev Crater. I thought we should meet, should we ever require… erm… assistance.”

“Oh, yes, of course, I mean, it’s just… 300 km away…” she said thinking that their little visit was a 5 to 6 hours trip. One way. “It was in our plans to contact all the nearest bases,” she continued. “I mean there’s yours, the Chinese, and the ESA base, a little bit farther, tho. It’s good to know your neighbor, just in case.”

“Oh, so… you’ve had them too?” said Maksim.

“Have them… what, who?” asked Pete.

“Well, you know, the weird events, stuff getting disconnected or damaged.”

“Well, we had a malfunctioning clamping mechanism on our landing pad caused by a ruptured hose, then our main rover had battery problems, but, I mean, we can’t expect everything to go without a hitch.”

Maksim and Darya looked at each other, smiling.

“The prizraki,” they said in a single voice.

“The what?” asked a concerned Joanne.

“Ghosts.”

If they hadn’t been isolated behind their rubber coatings, he would have seen all their eyes getting wider, and quickly looking at each other, fully knowing what, or rather, who, he was talking about.”

“Ghosts?” asked Karen. “Are you… serious? Ghosts? On the Moon?”

“Yes. I mean, we have no explanation so far, so we call them prizraki, ghosts, but we’re sure it’s someone invisible. Could be from another dimension, for all we know. We hope to catch one very soon.”

“But…who… what are they doing? How do you see them, if there’s invisible? Things moving by themselves?” asked Pete.

“No, not exactly. We have been sabotaged a few times. I’m sure they will come for you too, sooner or later… Damn. I just hope there wasn’t one stuck to my rover when I came here… “

“Stuck to your rover?” asked Karen. “Like… they… piggyback rides”?

“No. Said Darya. “We don’t know how they travel. We only know they’re… there.”

“How do you know there was someone in the first place, that it was a sabotage?” asked Pete.

“Because we saw the footprints. And we can see, in our safety camera footage, footprints being created in the soil, the device being opened, tampered with, and then whoever, or whatever it was, walking away, erasing the footprints in the process.”

“Wow,” said Karen. “And their goal would be… What are they targeting?”

“The prizraki are very specific: they target life support, energy, food supply, but in a way that… well, they’re almost telling us to get out of here.”

“Are… are you telling us to get out of here, Maksim?” asked Viktor.

“Yes and no. For your safety, of course.”

“Yeah, right,” said Lukas. “Better say that you want us out because we are…”

“Okay!” cut in Karen. “You said yes and no. What do you mean?”

“We need your help.”

“Okay. I’m willing to help. The Moon is an international community.” she said, looking at Lukas. “What do you need?”

“We believe we are able to make a device to capture the prizraki.”

He began to describe an array of sensors and lasers that would detect slight density changes and turn on.

“And then?” asked Viktor.

“The laser box will imprison them.”

“But a ghost will simply pass through, not?” said Joanne.

“Technically, it would be vaporized. But if it’s biological…” said Maksim.

“They will be cut in pieces unless they stay within the rays.” cut in Pete.

“That’s a little drastic, don’t you think?” asked Karen.

“What they sabotaged was also drastic,” said Maksim. “They cost us a lot of time and money.”

“I… I see your point,” said Karen. “I do not share your methods, but I see your point?”

Maksim described what he needed. During this time Pete was in private communication with Karen.

“We can’t give them what they want. They will hurt the Nagusan” said Karen.

“Yes, I know, but in the name of good cooperation, what can we do?.” said Viktor.

“We have to play straight,” said Karen.

As Maksim ended his description of the device and the parts he was missing, everything was silent. Maksim and Darya looked at each other and then at the strange rubbery creatures in front of them.

“I’m sorry, but I will not, we will not contribute to something that could hurt or kill something or someone we don’t know. It might be an alien lifeform that…”

“But it’s sabotaging us,” said Darya.

“It’s trying to kill us!” said Maksim, slamming his fist on the table.

Karen startled and raised a hand.

“Hey. No need to get violent. If… …” she said, searching for what to say, trying to defuse the situation.

“If a rat chews on your cables, would you say that it was trying to kill you?” interjected Pete.

“Well… No.” said Maksim “But we will kill the rat without hesitation.”

“Yes, you’re absolutely right. We would kill the rat…”

“Yes, we should kill the prizraki,” said Darya.

“No. You would kill the rat because you KNOW what it is because you KNOW that it will cause damage and that even itself is not realizing it. Rats are a nuisance. Ever met a prizraki? Ever really seen one? Ever find out why it’s doing what it does? Can you assure me that the prizraki knows that what they’re doing is harmful to you? If you can answer clearly to all of those, and that answer is that prizraki are nothing more than space rats, then I would back you up 100%. Otherwise… sorry. It’s no.” he said, crossing his rubber-coated arms in a creaking concert.

“Have you thought that they can be, I don’t know, like a beehive?” said Karen. “That killing one will only bring more.

“I… I didn’t think of it that way, Maksim.” said a stunned Darya. “They have a point. Maybe… just maybe we should give them… sugar… away from the station.”

“Sugar?” asked a puzzled Maksim.

“Well, they seem to target mainly power units, power hubs. Maybe they’re like bees, going from one power hub to the next to get more power to bring to their… oh my god… QUEEN!” she said with wide eyes.

Under the (hidden) amused looks of the rubber-clad crew, Maksim seemed to slowly back away from Darya, wide-eyed, stunned.

“Do… do you have strange products in your atmosphere?” he asked.

“No. I can assure you that. “said Karen. “We do breathe the same air.”

Darya seemed to be lost in her thoughts, probably imagining a Prizraki Queen.

“I… I think I’ll take that tea now if it’s still available.”

“Absolutely,” said Viktor, getting up.

“And… can you add something STRONG to it?”

“Ah, no. Sorry. We don’t have anything… strong.” answered Viktor, laughing.

They did small talk for a while, comparing their technology. Karen offered them a small tour of the base before they left.

“That’s quite a long trip,” said Joanne. “I mean it’s what, five hours from your base?”

“Da,” said Maksim. “About five hours, but we have a small relay shelter about halfway from here. We can rest there and continue our trek tomorrow.”

“You have a… relay halfway to us? You come here often?” asked Karen.

“No. Not come here. It’s not in a direct line.” said Darya. “It’s a little to the east and more toward our base than yours, on top of a small hill. It was a great vantage point set up many years ago.”

“Strange that it’s not on any maps,” said Pete.

“Oh, no. It has been abandoned for many years. We restored it when they began the building of your base, thinking it would make a great relay.”

“Ah. Very fine then,” said Karen as they reached the airlock.

Maksim and Darya put their helmet back on, checked each other’s suits, and walked into the lock.

They watched them as they got in their small two-seater rover and headed back to their base.

Karen was heading back to the main room.

“You forgot the outer door opened,” said Pete. “No worry, I’ll take care of it.”

“It’s no mistake. Let’s expose the airlock to the vacuum. Isn’t it the… test you wanted to do, Pete?”

“Work with me here.” wrote Karen on the private channel.

“Yes. Of course. I’ll check on it in an hour or two” he said, walking back with her.

Transmitting in private mode, but to the group “Now we have to get in touch with Phyae and warn her… them.” he said.

“How?” asked Karen

“They’re listening to our communications. We just have to cleverly ask Phyae to come.”

Ten minutes later, Viktor was sending a message to the Rover.

“Rover one, I need to get in touch with the ghost of the main airlock, and it’s quite urgent.

Can you do without it for a few minutes?”

“The ghost? What are you talking about?” answered Kim.

“Ghost? I mean host. The host computer of the airlock, not the ghost. Sorry. Typo.”

“Oh. I see. Not really, I mean not now. We are out for at least two more hours. Lukas also says there’s no problem.

“Okay, now we wait,” said Viktor, back on the private channel, hoping the message was received.

“How will we know she’s there?” asked Pete.

“She will find a way. I’m sure,” said Karen.

They waited. About twenty minutes later, Pete received a strange signal.

“Karen, we better go close the airlock. The outer latch seems to be acting funny.”

Karen commanded the closing of the outdoor hatch, pressurized the airlock then opened the indoor hatch, all from the remote console, hoping the Ghost was there.

Suddenly, the monitors displayed static, as if malfunctioning and a greenish woman appeared in front of them.

“Oh! I’m so glad to see you!” said Karen, giving a hug to a surprised and unexpecting alien who didn’t know quite how to react.”

“I… Thank you. I think. What was that?”

“Sorry. That was a hug. A… show of appreciation.”

“I see. I interpreted the message as if you wanted to see me. Was I right?”

“Yes you were,” said Karen, then explaining what they had learned from the Russian cosmonaut.

“That’s problematic,” said Phyae.

“Yes, it is. I fully understand why they are pissed off and are willing to kill whoever or whatever is causing them these problems. We do the same thing on Earth: we put rat traps where the rats are eating our wiring.”

“But we are no rats.”

“No, but you do create damage.”

“You are interfering with our studies.”

“Phyae. The moon is not yours. It is not ours. It does, however, orbit our planet. We are here to explore, to study, to learn, to experiment, to prepare ourselves for a wider exploration of space. Our next goal is Mars. We are peaceful, but we will defend ourselves, and our bases are our possessions. You may erase our memories, create false illness, but we will be back. One day or the other, you WILL be discovered. Think how you would react if, after years of your devices being sabotaged, and false illnesses being thrown on you, you finally find whoever is responsible. Will you be eager to shake their hands, or kick their butts?”

“Well… I…”

“Tell your people that you have two choices: leave us or join us. But you will not drive us out of here.”

She put her hand on her belt, ready to retrieve her memory tool, and was talking in her strange language, to finally walk back toward the airlock.

“I will leave now,” she said.

That’s all she said.

Season 1, EP 10 - Meteorite pt1

From the outside, she wasn’t moving much. However, from the inside, even more from the inside of her brain, she was struggling like hell, straining against the restraining force of the vacbed, pinning her down.

She just loved those sessions. She loved the restraint, the bondage, the total out of control of the situation. Slowly, but surely, she was building yet another orgasm.

Just one more squirm, just one more thought just one more… what the fuck?

The vacuum released instantaneously as her visor was filled with alarm messages. She got out of her vacbed, puzzled, like the rest of the crew, suddenly awakened in the middle of the night. They all gathered in the command center, their suit reflecting at the same time, the cold light of the displays as well as the walls’ red lights of the general alarm status. It was creating a strange yet beautiful scene.

“What the hell is going on?” asked Lukas.

“I don’t know. Pete! Kim! Any idea yet?” asked Karen, still groggy, trying to figure out the meaning of all those alarms. “It doesn’t make sense…”

“I’m on it, Karen,” said Pete.

It was weird that, as their mind was in a complete state of panic, their synthetic voices were still quite normal and courteous sounding, making it strangely eerie.

“Major leak in the power reactor,” said Pete. “It’s trying to shut down, to go into safe mode, but somehow, the controls are not responding. Switching to manual… Damn. What the hell is going on?”

From the security cameras, they could see a brightly lit hole, at two-thirds the height of the reactor towers.

“We also have a pressure leak in interconnecting corridor sections I-11 and I-14. The doors are closed.” said Viktor “as well as power loss on Pad 2.

“Radiations levels?” asked Joanne.

“Err… A little high but we’re still okay. So far.” Answered Viktor.

“I just hope Phyae has nothing to do with this,” said Karen.

“We haven’t heard from her…or them, for close to a month now. Even the Russians say that they haven’t captured any prizraki, and haven’t had any strange sabotage lately,” said Lukas while looking at his screen, showing the moon and the sky, right now fully lit by the Sun. He moved the camera away from the ball of fire. “None of this makes sense, how… Oh shit!” he said, staring at a monitor.

All stopped breathing as they watched the view from a telescope that was automatically following a moving object: an asteroid heading straight for them.

“We have to take cover. Where will it strike, Lukas?” asked Karen. “can you compute anything?”

“Yeah, yeah, computing. It… might just skim us or… hit the power generator dead on. It’s too unstable and too close to pinpoint the trajectory more precisely. Time of impact… less than two minutes.”

“Okay everybody. to the emergency shelter. GO NOW” ordered Karen.

“That would explain the rest.” said Pete.” smaller fragments have already hit us.”

The six of them hopped as fast as they could to module G, where a reinforced room had been built. As security protocol dictates, they all put on breathing backpacks and masks, in the event of a sudden decompression. They reached it and the door closed at the same time the whole station was rocked by the impact, the lighting dimming, and the power switching to the emergency batteries. Viktor and Pete were quick to power up the emergency consoles and look for damage.

“The reactor has been hit hard,” said Pete, joined by Kim. “Module H damaged, corridor I-10 completely wiped out, I-11 badly damaged he said as he walked carrying his electronic pad.

“Damn! And on the radar?” inquired Karen.

“The scope is clear,” said Lukas. “Too clear. It should be picking up debris. Must be down.”

“Reactor?” asked again Karen. “Kim?”

“Sending distress signals now!” yelled Kim back.

“Unstable. Very unstable. Status close to critical,” said Pete answering the answer about the reactor.

“Okay, everybody. The order is: EVACUATE.”

As they were all gathering, the alarm sounded. Lukas rushed to the radar.

“Shit. The radar doesn’t pick up anything, but the proximity sensors do. Incoming, and right on us!”

“EVERYBODY DOWN!” ordered Karen, while letting herself fall on under the 1/6th gravity, to the ground.

The whole section shook, the lights went off and the noise of equipment falling off was heard and felt by a few who received something, but again, at 1/6th the gravity, it’s a lot less damageable. About 10 seconds later, the lights went back on, thanks to the independent battery system of the shelter.

“That was close. Viktor, Pete, Kim, are you able to give me a status report?”

“Hold on,” said Viktor as Pete helped him put a monitor back in place. It was cracked but part of the image could be seen.

“Damage report,” said Viktor “… well, we’re stuck here,” he said, getting away from the monitor so everyone could see.

From the surveillance camera located on top of the main module, they could see that two corridor modules between the shelter and the emergency launching pad had been destroyed, the launching pad itself, badly damaged and their rescue ship dangerously tipping on one side.

“Launch is impossible” confirmed Kim. “And we have no way to confirm if there are any more asteroid fragments coming.”

“Or the big one.” said a concerned Johanne

There was a moment of silence.

“Reactor, radiations…” asked Karen.

“We are safe here, but there’s a major radiation leak. The main module is flooded”

“Better get out of here,” said Viktor.

“Where is the Rover? What state is it?” asked Karen.

“It’s right next to the reactor. It was plugged in for recharge,” said Kim.

“So, it’s radiation flooded,” said Karen.

Nobody spoke. They no longer had an escape capability. All they could do was go as far as they could to the reactor and wait for rescue.

“Send every emergency beacon that can be sent. Advise of the danger, Kim” said Karen. “We’ll keep a look at the radiation levels and stay here as long as we can. Viktor, Lukas, and Joanne go to the landing pads and bring back as many air canisters as you can, also check for water and food supply. We don’t know how long we will have to stay here.” said Karen.

The mood was dark. Their mission was already over.

There was a cracking noise over the radio.

“NSLA Moon Base. This is Korolev Base 2. Do you need assistance? Any injured? What is your situation?”

Karen smiled. She began to explain the situation.

“We’re coming. Are your suit… radiation protection?” asked a woman she recognized as Darya.

“A little better than standard spacesuits, but not much,” she answered.

“We’ll be there in about 6 hours. Can you wait that long?”

“NSLA Moonbase, this is Hertz Station.” cut -in another voice. “We could be there in about an hour. Do you have a landing pad available?”

“As far as we know, Hertz Station, Pad 2 is still intact, however, the access corridor is destroyed. We have no rover capabilities, our is within the radiation contamination zone. We can’t reach it. It will be a 50-meter walk.”

“We’ll do what we can. On our way” said the member of the ESA/CSA team.

Bases from China, Japan, India, USA, all called in, offering support, as best as they could.

Karen had a sigh of relief. There was still hope.

“We should go there,” said Kim. “It’s only 50m, but it’s a long walk under the Moon’s low gravity. It might take us close to an hour to get there.”

“And what if there’s another asteroid shower?” said Lukas

“If it comes from the same asteroid,” answered Kim, “it means that he will have the same trajectory. The moon still turns, He will fall to the east of our position, or might… head for the Earth if we’re no longer in the way.”

“Earth is gonna have to deal with it, then,” said Pete, “we are of no use.”

“I believe Kim is right.” said Karen. “better pack up what we can and head for there.”

As they were packing some survival stuff, an alarm sounded.

“What? Another one?” asked Joanne.

“Nope. It’s the reactor.“ said Pete. “It’s going critical. It’s heading for a meltdown.”

“Fuck.” answered in Karen.

Pete called up on the screen the working parameters of the reactor and pointed to an area circled in red and flashing.

“There. One of the coolant tubes is ruptured. The coolant evaporates in the vacuum. If we close that valve, there, it will stop the leak, and probably prevent a meltdown.” He said.

“But… how to get there? There’s too much radiation,” said Karen. “Everybody to the pad. If the reactor goes into meltdown, we die even if we are in the bunker, and it will be too late to reach the pad. If we reach it before it melts, We might get some more protection from inside the pad. Let’s go. Now!” ordered Karen.

They all quickly grabbed what they could and headed out.

Walking in the loose dust of the moon’s surface in ballet boots was fun, but wasn’t ideal to go fast. They stumbled forward from time to time, but thanks to their very resistant rubber coating, no damage was made to the suit save from some light abrasion. A layer of lunar dust was beginning to cling to their shiny suits.

They never exercised that much in those suits before and a sweat layer was building up,, fast, gliding, making the suit slide over their skin. Also, their inserts were getting quite disturbing. Not easy to cope with sexual stimulation while trying to save your butt. Nobody was talking.

About halfway through, Karen, who was leading the group, turned around to survey the site as they were climbing the hill and going to the landing pad.

“Doesn’t look that bad from here,” she said. “Hey…” she extended her arm and counted. “Where’s Pete?”

“He was right behind me,” said Joanne. “Where… did he go?”

“Pete, come in. Are you receiving me? Where are you?”

“I’m fine, Karen. Just go on and forget about me.”

“What the hell do you mean, forget about you? Where are you.”

“Oh shit”! said Viktor, pointing at the reactor.

They all went wide eyes. There was a black, gleaming figure, slowly walking toward it.

“Pete! Damn it! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to close the valve.”

“But you’ll die!!!” said Joanne.

“Yeah, better just me than the whole group. I looked at the numbers. It will not last until the rescue comes in, and as far as I know, only 4 can take place in their escape pods. Take away the pilot, it means two trips to get us out.”

“But… Pete!” said Karen, but she knew very well the outcome. Anyways, where he was, he had already received a deadly dose of radiation.

There was a bright spot in the sky. Karen pointed at it at the same time her radio came on.

“Rescue pod to NSLA Moonbase. I got you in sight. Should be landing in about 15 minutes. Damn! That looks bad. Hey! Do I see someone near the reactor?”

“Yeah, he’s trying to shut down a leaking valve to… save us,” said Karen. “We’ll be waiting for you. All… five of us,” she said. Her eyes were crying, but her synthesized voice was still joyous as always.

“Damn. I feel for you.” said the pilot. “I see you. Aiming for the pa… Oh hell!… what the fuck is THAT?” he said, his voice trailing off.

Everybody looked up. The stars were disappearing as a huge ship appeared, directly over the base, covering it entirely. That thing was huge!

They heard a strange woman’s voice, her voice raspy.

“We… Offer… Help…”

… Unknown at this time if any sequel will follow.

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Season 2

Archived Version

ABOUT THE LATEX SIDE OF THE MOON:

Also known as TLSoTM, it is a science-fiction story with some kinky/latex spices. It is not a kinky story with a S-F side. The Science-fiction storyline is very heavy and is the main thread of the story. It was developed first with a S-F story in mind, then the “fetish” was added to it. If you’re not into science-fiction at all, I suggest you skip this story.

Important note: this story is 10 episodes long, totaling 140 pages.

Previously on The Latex Side of The Moon (Season 1)

An asteroid was heading directly for the moonbase. Already, chunks, preceding the biggest rock, have slammed all over the moonbase, wreaking havoc, destroying some modules and critically damaging the nuclear reactor providing power to the station.

In a heroic gesture, Pete climbed the power plant tower to close a valve shutting down the reactor. However, by doing this, he exposed himself to a deadly dose of radiation.

The rest of the crew of the moonbase had run away, hoping to be far enough to survive. Then, out of nowhere, a huge alien spaceship materialized, hovering over the station. The Aliens offering their help

And now, on with Season Two of The Latex Side of The Moon.

Season 2, EP 1 - The Rescue

Scene 1-1 Nagusian Rescue.

Silence.

Nobody was talking. Nobody was saying anything. Their brain was shocked by the surprise.

There, in front of their eyes, materialized that huge spaceship, almost as big as the crater they were in, putting itself between the approaching asteroids, the projectile debris, and the stranded crew of the Moonbase.

“We… WE ACCEPT YOUR HELP!” yelled Karen. “YES! HELP US! WE WANT YOUR HELP. PLEASE!” she yelled as she waved her arms in the air.

They all looked at her in disbelief, although they all agreed with her statement. Help was welcomed. And needed. They all pitched in, asking for help and waving their arms over their head.

They could see the fragments of the asteroids, hitting the ship, or rather bouncing off of some invisible shield, many meters above its surface, being transformed into dust, like leaving a puff of smoke.

“PETE! LOOK!” yelled Kim breaking the silence.

Everybody looked where she was pointing, on the walkway of the power generator tower. Pete was stumbling backward, hitting the guardrail and plunging backward toward certain death. Yeah, the Moon’s gravity is 1/6th Earth’s but falling from 30m high, on more debris, would not make for a soft landing.

“Oh my gosh!” said Karen.”He’s gonna die!”

“He’s already dead from the radiation,” softly said Lukas. “I’d like to think it’s better this way as he won’t suffer too long.”

“That’s not a nice th… What the f…?” said Joanne.

They looked in disbelief as some sort of semi-transparent blueish bubble appeared around Pete, slowing its descent, stopping before it reached the ground and hovering there, about a meter off the surface before smoothly changing direction to go… upward, toward the ship.

They witnessed the sphere bring Pete up, to the ship, sort of like disappearing as it became the size of a grain of salt within the giant vessel. A door seemed to open as one spot was suddenly brightly lit and the sphere disappeared inside the belly of the ship before the door closed.

“Damn! What the hell was that?” said the pilot from the rescue ship.

The giant ship moved, turning around while they could see something move, like a canon, aiming at the station.

“Shit! They’re going to blow us up!! EVERYBODY DOWN!” said Lukas, letting himself drop to the ground, protecting his head with his arms, the one-sixth gravity making appear as if he was gently taking a nap.

The rest of the crew followed more or less, kneeling, mostly wanting to see what was coming at them.

A greyish light, or more of a greyish foam was fired from the cannon, aimed at the power generator, coating it. Within a minute, the whole reactor was coated with this bubbly-like substance, quickly hardening into a wet concrete appearance.

Lukas has stood back up, acting as if he had done nothing ‘wrong’, looking in disbelief at his readings.

“Radiation level is back to normal. That… coating blocks everything. They should go to Chornobyl with that thing.” he added.

Then another bubble materialized, greenish, this time over the crew, as the giant ship moved, seemingly taking a position to face the asteroid. Then a powerful jet of energy was shot from the alien ship to the asteroid, wrapping around it. The asteroid gleamed orange and seemed to expand, to inflate before it exploded, turning black in the blink of an eye as the energy ray disappeared.

The once deadly asteroid had been reduced to a fluffy ball of black powder, slowly falling on the moon like very light snow on Earth. But black snow.

“Damn!” said Joanne, the rest of the crew silently agreeing.

Then the ship moved slightly away, like retreating, clearing the Lunar station as if to let the black powder burry it, as it became thicker by the minute. Karen slowly began to walk toward the station.

“Where are you going?” asked Kim.

“Where do you want me to go, Kim? The only place we have is the station. It’s not much but it’s the only thing we have until we are… brought back to Earth.”

“Shit! I don’t want to go back to Earth,” said Viktor as he followed Karen. “We might be able to salvage something. Maybe they will send us a new power plant and we… we can rebuild the base,” he said with a sudden burst of enthusiasm.

“That’s the spirit,” said Karen, not really believing in it herself.

They walked toward their base, or rather what was left of it.

“Shuttle Newton… Err… Rescue Shuttle to NSLA Moon Base. Do you want me to bring you somewhere? I can transport you to the ESA Moon Base.”

“I… We…” began Karen as she looked at her crew, “We don’t know yet. Do… Do you see any area that is less damaged? Where we could go?”

“From up here, I would say the module near the large rover looks fine, although powerless.”

“Yes, we figured,” said Karen, we sort of expected it.”

“Yeah. Sorry for the obvious. Just… Just stay where you are, I’ll come to pick you up and bring you there. I’m staying with you for as long as you need to decide if you stay or if you leave.”

“Thank you very much… Shuttle Newton.”

“Yeah. Call me Nicole.”

They could finally make out the rescue shuttle aiming for their direction and landed not very far from them. They struggled to walk on the regolith, fighting the low gravity. Again, their suit felt different. They were used to the easy life, not this life-threatening situation. What was fun was now an inconvenience. The restriction was becoming life-critical. Yet, somehow, it was still agreeable. Strange, really strange feeling.

They noticed that the alien ship was slowly getting farther away from them, getting higher in altitude, but still hovering over the station.

They were still walking. Although they were used to the regolith, it was still not easy to navigate that uneven terrain, often falling on their knees, helping each other out.

“It’s still protecting us from asteroid debris. I think,” said Lukas, looking up at the alien spaceship and seeing small chunks of rock being vaporized by their protective shield.

“That’s very considerate for them. I wonder what happened to Pete?” asked Joanne.

“Yeah, me too,” said Karen. “Me too.”

They got to the shuttle and climbed on board using the side access door. Nicole was there, and from what they could tell, this was a shock.

“This is fucking real? I thought it was just some silly prank or something,” she said, looking at the group of dirty but shiny rubber-clad people standing before her.

“Yes, it is. And yes, we’re all okay with it,” said Karen. Oh, she knew those questions and observations would come but not in a situation like this.

Nicole sat back at the piloting console, took off and hovered, over the moonbase, still at a safe distance under the massive Alien ship.

“Forget the main module,” said Kim.

“Yeah, looks pretty damaged. And it’s too close to the reactor anyway. We don’t know how radioactive it is. The women’s hab looks fine,” said Lukas.

“Yes, I think it’s our best bet for now. Can you land us there, Nicole?”

“Sure,” she said, “I can but… why do you want to stay here? I mean, the place is mostly destroyed and out of power. You would be better off at the ESA Moon Base,” she said while nonetheless piloting her ship toward the module.

“I know that, we all know that,” said Karen, turning around to englobe her crew, “but this is our home. We want to see if we can salvage anything. And more, we need…” she said, looking down at herself, “… some special equipment to deal with this,” she added, slightly opening her arms.

“Ah, yes. I figured,” mumbled Nicole. “How… how does it really feel like?” she stuttered.

“Look at Rover 2. It doesn’t seem too damaged, if any,” said Kim, cutting short for Nicole to get an answer.

“Yeah, it will be useful to go to the building material renovation center, two craters down, right after the traffic light,” sarcastically said Viktor.

“Yeah, funny Viktor. All joking aside, you think you can hook up the rover’s emergency generator to the hab?” asked Karen.

“Damn! Pete would know for sure,” he said, an eerie silence filling the gap. “I think I could manage. I… I have to,” he said. “If everything works, we could use it as a lifeboat for now.”

“I don’t care if it doesn’t drive. As long as we can get some basic heating and shelter, I’m fine with it,” said Joanne.

Nicole expertly landed her ship close to the rover and the station’s module. They disembarked, Karen leading the way. They walked slowly, stopping, looking up and around, at the desolation, at the destruction. They were speechless.

Viktor walked to the rover.

“Looks fine!” he said as he got closer, looking for obvious signs of damage. “Not even a scratch or a broken window. Very dusty, tho,” he added as the rest of the group was slowly walking away from the shuttle, thanking Nicole.

She watched them walk away, admiring the harsh reflection of the sun on their suits, now quite dusty, thanks to the asteroid dust covering everything. She turned around and realized that the dust covering their suit got everywhere on her ship.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, knowing that she would have one heck of a clean-up to do. “Hey, group… Karen, I’ll get in touch with the base and Earth and keep you posted on the incoming help.”

“Perfect, Nicole. Thank you. Hey, Lukas. Am I dreaming or there’s light in the hab?” asked Karen.

“No, I see light too. It means that the emergency generator is working on the module, meaning we have basic life support, which is good news. We still need more power and the rover’s generator will be just enough to allow us to survive,” he answered.

“Newton to Karen?”

“Karen, here. What’s up, Nicole?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, I can’t seem to be able to communicate with anybody but you. I have no contact with the satellite or anywhere else. Usually, I’m able to get a relay station or something but I get nothing,” she said.

“The asteroid might have created more damage than we thought. The satellite might be down,” said Karen.

“Yeah, I thought that too, but I get a lock-on signal. But the communication doesn’t seem to go through.”

“Is the Alien spaceship in the path?”

“No, not really. I don’t get it. I mean, the Russians should hear me without the satellite but they’re not responding either.”

Suddenly there was some static noise in all communication equipment.

“We … help. Not… do… Earth… Moon People.”

They looked at each other, puzzled.

“What the heck does that mean?” asked Joanne.

“I think I… They are helping us but they don’t want Earth involved, so they are blocking all communication outside the base… Is that it… Nagusians?” asked Karen, looking up at the ship. “Is this what you’re doing? Phyae? Are you there? Do you hear me?”

“Who’s… Phyae? What’s a… Nuganian… or something…” asked Nicole. “You… you know them?”

“I’ll explain later, Nicole, if you don’t mind,” said Karen.

She waited. They waited for an answer, but nothing came. They resumed their tasks, constantly looking up at the huge ship that seemed to have stopped about 100km over the surface of the Moon, keeping its position.

They all worked together, bringing the rover as close as possible to the hab, plugging the power cables between it and the hab, and disconnecting the rest of the base from the power lines to make sure the power wouldn’t be wasted elsewhere.

“I wonder why we do all this?” said Viktor. “It’s obvious. They’ll send someone to pick us up and return us to Earth within a few days, a week perhaps.”

“Yeah… But I don’t want to go back to Earth. I like it here.” said Lukas. “Anyways, we need the hab, even if it’s only for a week.”

“Yeah, me too, we all do,” said Karen, but we’re powerless. Literally. All we have is the emergency rations, which would last us for 10 days. After that…

“We die…” let out Kim. They all knew it was true.

“Don’t worry, we won’t let you down,” said Nicole.

“Yeah, it’s easier said than done, Nicole,” said Karen, “but our… unique suits require unique apparel supplies and equipment which were mostly destroyed and I doubt that Earth has some ready to ship.”

“Ya… well… I’m sure they’ll find something,” said Nicole, not really believing it herself, knowing how they were treated by Earth.

They made their way to the women’s hab, working hard to lay down the heavy power cables from the hab to the rover. And once again, their suit either helped them or was an obstacle. This was very far from the everyday life they were getting used to. A little chore here, some work at a console, maybe a lab test here, a rover ride, taking a few samples, were all fun and there were no real deadlines.

Things were now different. Their lives were at stake. Every struggle was real, felt, lived. They couldn’t ignore the pinching in her buns the stretching of the material over their shoulders, their pointed feet lessening the grip they needed to pull the cables.

They were panting, they were sweating and soon, their backpacks began to alert them of low power or low air supply.

They had to know each other’s status, letting the more urgent one reach the rover and use the only docking port to recharge the battery, the air supply and also feed and clean them. It was during these poses that they had the most doubts about their stunts. In the end, those suits were maybe not as fetishy, as kinky as they liked. At that moment, their kinks took over their survival. Now, their survival was at stake.

But, surprisingly, none of them complained. They knew that, deep down, that was what they wanted: live a real-life situation in full fetish gear… I mean, in full new-technology spacesuits.

“Okay gang!” said Viktor, “Let’s try this, shall we? In three, two, one…”

A giant ball of fire enveloped the side of the rover as Viktor flipped the switch, but it was too late. The power unit of the rover was destroyed.

“Oops…” said Viktor. “Sorry, I’m no Pete.”

“Damn! Hey, maybe we can hook the power generator of my ship to your module…” said Nicole.

“You really want to take that risk after what just happened? You want to die with us?” said Viktor. “You see how… good I am with high power.”

“What? No… I… Damn. Well… I have another idea. I’ll fly back to my base and come back with a bigger ship, some supplies and… technical personnel to help you. What do you say to that?” said Nicole.

“That’s a good idea. Nothing to lose here. How long do you think you’ll need?” asked Karen.

“Hard to say. Maybe a day or something?”

“We do not really have the choice, don’t we? Go for it, Nicole and if you’re not part of the group that comes back, I want to thank you for your help.”

“No problem, Karen. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Scene 1-2 Alien Abduction.

Nicole prepared her ship for departure while the crew of the NSLA Moon Base tried to make the best of what they had left. At least, the emergency generator of the hab was still functioning.

“Nicole to Karen?”

“Yes, Nicole. Ready to go?”

“Yes but… I can’t.”

“Don’t worry for us. You just go and come back with some more help. We’ll be fine.”

“Yes. I want to but I can’t. I go full power but the ship doesn’t move. It’s like some… force is holding it down. Do you think that… Nasumatians have something to do with this?”

“Shit… Totally forgot about them. They haven’t answered our first calls… Karen calling Phyae? Calling the Nagusians? Do you hear me? Is that you? what are you doing? Why?”

“Oh my god! Their ship is approaching, and fast!” said Nicole.

“They what?”

They didn’t have time to exchange more. Strange semi-transparent blueish balls appeared around each one of them and they began to rise, going THROUGH the hull of the hab. They saw Nicole being picked up by one of those bubbles, joining them.

They were floating. They were breathing. They were perfectly fine, but they were also in shock as the alien ship seemed to become larger and larger, and quite fast, as they were flown toward it.

“Hey, look! We can do acrobatics in these things!” said Lukas, doing summersaults. Yes, they were weightless in those bubbles and were gently kept in the middle. Karen thought it was funny, but her mind, her survival instincts was focused on what was ahead: the unknown.

A door seemed to slide open within the belly of the huge alien starship, flooding the opening with bright lights. When their bubbles reached the hull of the starship, the outer shell turned opaque, and whitish, as if the bubbles were filled with thick and heavy smoke as they disappeared from each other’s view. They felt calm, relaxed, as their world disappeared.

She had no recollection of what happened after they reached the alien ship inside those bubbles.

Karen moaned. She tried to move but couldn’t. Blinking, she tried to see. She was in a strange, circular room, softly lit. She was lying on some sort of slightly slanted table. She wasn’t exactly tied up, more like covered by some sort of clear plastic sheet, perfectly formed to her body, not allowing any movement. She could see her fellow Lunarians installed on similar tables, making half a circle around the room. She seemed to be about in the middle of the group, from what she could see.

She tried to move her head but it was held immobile by this… thing. All she could see were from the field of view of her visors. And since she couldn’t move at all, she figured that her crew was also in the same position, with the total impossibility to signal that they were okay.

For a moment she recalled those alien abduction stories where people were restrained and probed.

The door opened, flooding the room with harsh white light. Someone entered, tall, slim, with long arms and a large hairless head and… pointed ears.

“Oh damn!” thought Karen.

Season 2, EP 2 - Learning

Archived Version

Scene 2-1 Meeting Everybody.

The alien entered, definitively a woman by her figure. She approached carefully, apparently looking at readings on the side of each slanted table the Lunarians were rigidly held to. She returned to the door, turning around to face the group, then took a small device in her hand. Karen thought of a cell phone-like device. She punched a few keys.

Suddenly, Karen felt a soft vibration coming from within the table. The vibration was moving, like searching. Was that some sort of critter that would enter her body, eating her? Making her a symbiote? Or worst! Devouring her from the inside?

Her anxiety grew as the vibration approached her crotch. She was scared, but at the same time, the vibration was good.

“Fucking fetishist!” thought Karen. “It’s not the time to think about that,” she said to herself, trying to wipe away her urge to welcome the vibration. She struggled, trying to get free, but whatever was holding her was very strong.

But it was almost as if the vibration was intelligent, that it knew what it was doing, that it knew where it was heading.

Of course, if it was heat-seeking, it aimed for pretty much the hottest part of the human body, or at least Karen’s.

The vibration grew stronger. It seemed to invade her private parts, like… going inside her. Her body tensed. She tried to move away but the rigid coating prevented it. There was no way she could escape the… the… teasing!

And the more she struggled, the more her brain realized how confined she was, and that made her even hotter. Hornier.

“Shit, Karen! In a life and death situation, all you think about is sex? Snap out of it!” she tried to tell herself, her brain. Her crotch!

The alien was still there, looking at them, looking at her, apparently smiling. Satisfied.

But the stimulation, the appeal, no, the call of the orgasm was too strong. It was like it wanted to release all the tension she had accumulated in the last hours. Or was it days? Since the asteroid arrived and the Aliens saved her, and the wreck the station was and… Ohhh… So be it.

She let herself go. She let herself be invaded by the… device, whatever it was, somewhat entering her body although she was fully plugged, sealed in thick layers of rubber. The pleasure grew, immensely, and rapidly.

The orgasm came, hard and powerful. She struggled and again, the more she struggled, the stronger the orgasm, the pleasure wave, engulfed her.

It finally subsided, slowly. She opened her eyes. The Alien wasn’t there anymore.

The vibration has stopped. Everything was calm. Everything was back to normal, including her heart rate.

The door of the room opened again. Someone else entered.

“Hello Moon People,” said a softly, feminine voice.

“PHYAE!” screamed Karen in her head.

The rigid cocoon holding her in place seemed to dissolve slowly, allowing her to move, to get down from the platform.

“Phyae? That… what… Is that you?” asked Karen.

“Yes, it’s me, Karen.”

“What with all… this?” she asked, struggling to make a few steps in an almost normal gravity, after so much time in the Moon’s gravity and especially difficult after that recent powerful orgasm. She could hear the rest of the crew slowly getting out of their bed, or table, whatever those were.

“Oh… I thought a Thank You would be first, but…”

“Yes, I mean… Thank you for saving us, and… the… gift… but… Why are we restrained?”

Phyae looked confused.

“But… isn’t it how you sleep? I saw you get into these strange beds where a vacuum holds you in place and you seem quite to enjoy it, especially you, Karen. We don’t have anything similar so I thought… Was I wrong?” said Phyae, her tone conveying her honesty. “I was the one who asked Trimaii to set up the vibration device and… Oh… I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

It took a moment for Karen to process that information, that setup, the meaning, and the whys. She giggled. Obviously, it also had the effect of calming her crewmembers, especially Nicole who was probably not even aware of their vacbeds.

“Oh, that… well… yes, it’s just that this…”

“We like it! Thank you!!” said Joanne, equally unstable on her pointed boots, struggling to walk toward them.

That was something new. The vacbed was allowing for some play, with the elastic force of the latex pulling them back in place. This rigid… thing was firmly holding them in place, totally motionless. That was another level of bondage she just discovered, and she didn’t dislike it.

Even Nicole, who had never experienced bondage before, had this weird grin on her face.

“That’s… how you sleep? For real?” she asked.

“Well… sort of,” said Lukas, arriving behind her. “It’s… that… not the same. No. But similar.”

Nicole was puzzled, looking in turn at each one of them, hating those featureless faces. She wanted to see their face, to have some sort of proof as if this was real or just a prank.

“Who was that woman who came and… turned on… the… the thing,” asked Karen.

“Oh, that was Trimaii. She’s our, how do you say that… our medical doctor. She’s the one who studied your anatomy and came up with the pleasure device idea.”

“Well… thank her for us,” said Kim.

“Yes, sincerely,” added the others, nodding.

“Now… if I may change the subject,” said Karen, “can we know what’s going on? Why block the transmissions, why prevent Nic…”

“In good time,” said Phyae, raising a hand to ask for silence. “Captain Grimash would like to meet you.”

“Captain Grimash?” asked Karen.

“Yes. The Captain of the Corrreus,” she said. “That’s This spaceship,” she added, following Nicole’s perplexed look. “Just follow me, please,” she said, leading the way.

They walked out of the circular room inside a closed corridor, probably buried down the huge spaceship. They were expecting to see people and personnel, but they were alone.

“Is this a ghost ship, or something?” finally asked Karen.

“No. Captain Grimash simply ordered the corridor cleared. He doesn’t want unnecessary contact between the Nagusians and the Moon People, or Earth People for that matter,” casually said Phyae, this directive apparently very normal. “Do not worry. It’s not because of you but standard procedure for a first contact.”

“Yes, I think I understand,” said Karen.

They were all walking like drunk people, of course, their bodies still feeling the pleasures given in the beds or whatever those tables were called, and the higher gravity, which seemed odd.

“Say, Phyae, said Lukas, I know we’ve been used to the Moon’s gravity for quite some time, and getting used to Earth’s gravity again might take a while but… is this really 1G?”

“Well, technically speaking, it is 1G… for us. Which, in Earth’s units, would be 1.2G. So, yes, you might feel a little heavier here than on Earth.”

“Ah, that explains,” said Lukas.

They reached a void. The corridor they were in, ended on a vertical tube, about 4m in diameter. The walls were lined with bumps, which, someone from Earth, would identify as climbing wall hold-ons. Phyae turned to face them.

“This is a gravity well. You thrust yourself where you want to go. We’re going all the way to the top. Just give yourself a push and use the handles as needed,” said Phyae, giving herself a strong push backward, doing a back flip and then, as she went up, grabbed a handle and pulled herself even faster upward.

Karen followed, giving it a try. She hit the opposite wall rather hard but grabbed a handle and pulled herself up, remaining close to the wall.

She looked down, and the rest of the group was following, Kim doing a few summersaults, and Viktor ending up entangled with Nicole.

They all reached the top level, many evidently laughing, but it all stopped when they saw the scenery.

It was a circular observation deck, From there, they could see the Moon, but also the Earth in the distance, and even farther, Lucas pointed to Mars.

They could also see the huge extent of the ship from above.

“Wow…” managed to say Karen.

“Welcome abort the Corrreus. My name is Captain Grimash.” said a voice from behind them.

They turned around and they were faced with what they would describe as a reptilian. He was dressed in a very well-fitted uniform and was approaching slowly.

“I must say that you are quite a surprise. You are not like the other Lunarians and Earthlings we encountered. Your way of life, your… dress, your… oh, you are different.” he said, looking directly at Nicole.

“Ahm… Yes… “stuttered the young woman. “I am not part of the NSLA Moon Base team, I was there for the rescue effort, and I was apparently… transported here with them,” she said, blushing.

“Ah. I see. Well, if you were transported here, it means that you were desired here. I have full confidence in Phyae’s decisions on this matter,” he said making a slight bow toward the woman, who responded with a similar honored bow.

“Now…” he said, looking at the group and focusing on Karen, “You’re the leader of the group, I was told.”

“Leader? Well… yes and no. We’re pretty much all equal. I was the first in the program, but I don’t consider myself as…”

“Yes you are the leader, Karen,” said Lukas.

“Absolutely,” added Joanne.

“But… No. We take the decision together and…”

“I vote for you,” said Kim.

“I… I… We decide as a group. Okay, I might be the leader but we are one group, and I intend to keep it that way,” said Karen.

“That’s the way a leader talks,” said Grimash with a broad smile, which quickly faded to a more serious face. “We do have a serious matter to discuss.”

“Yes…” said Karen. “The base is a mess and we need…”

“No,” cut in Grimash, “I was referring to the injured member of your group. Pete, I think you call him. That’s what is printed on his… skin.”

“Yes, that’s Pete. How is he going?” asked Karen.

“That’s the point we want to discuss with you. Life, death, and everything in between. We need someone to decide for him, as he is unable to do it right now. That would be you, right?”

Karen turned to face the group.

“I… I don’t think I’m able to take life or death decisions for Pete by myself and…”

“We all know you will make the right decision, Karen,” said Viktor.

“Okay, woah. Wait a minute here. What is about Pete?” she asked Grimash.

“He is in critical condition and his chances to survive are weak,” said Grimash. We have the technology that could save him, based on the research we made on your anatomy but, to administer the treatment, we need to take the… skin off.”

“You mean our environment suit?” asked Joanne.

“Yes, your environment suit. But it seems to be attached to the skin,” said Grimash.

“Yes. The process kind of glued the suit with our skin. The bound should break in six to ten Earth-years.”

“But we don’t have that much time. We have three, maybe four of your days.”

“But it would be like scorching him alive!” said Joanne. “The bond between the polymer and the cells is made at the molecular level, through the cell membrane and…”

“You are the medic, right?” cut in Grimash. “Judging by your understanding of the bound process to the skin.”

“Yes, Yes, I am the medic, the physician.”

“Then, come with me, You will understand,” he said, making a gesture to invite her to walk with him.

Joanne turned around.

“You come with me!” she more or less ordered to Karen.

“Yes, you go. We’ll wait here for the news,” said Kim, with the others nodding, as she gestured her tu hush away.

Scene 2-2 Universal Learning.

Grimash, Karen and Joanne walked away to see Pete while the rest of the group stayed there with Phyae.

“So… group. I’m sure you have a ton of questions. I’m here to answer them.”

“You know what’s strange, Phyae? Your language seems to be more fluen… shit! We’re not speaking English here, are we?” said Kim, suddenly realizing that she was talking in a different dialect.

“Yes…” said Phyae, lowering her head. “When we scanned Pete’s brain, we extracted his language protocol. That’s how we learned your language. We made a translation into our language of it and we implemented it in your brains while you were unconscious. It’s not perfect, but it will get better with time.”

“Implemented in our brain?” asked Lukas.

“Do not worry. It’s harmless. And no, we didn’t search your memory for anything… embarrassing, or anything at all. We are not the Temengis, for Hobhura’s sake,” said Phyae with a definite disgusted tone.

“The Temengis?” asked Kim.

“Yes. You know? You’ve seen drawings of them everywhere on Earth: Tall, skinny, wide triangular head, large black eyes…”

“Oh. The Area 51 aliens,” said Nicole.

“I… I have no knowledge about that place,” said Phyae.

“Yeah, right,” said Nicole, giggling.

“In any case,” said Kim, “you seem to have a lot more knowledge about us than we do about you. So… Who are the Nagusians?” she asked while taking place in one of the numerous seats making the inner circle of the observation deck, taking a very relaxed position, her rubber skin creaking against the seat, soon imitated by the other Lunarians.

“Well… Where to begin,” said Phyae, evidently not prepared for it. “Okay, hum… Nagusia is the fourth planet of the Skhanaü star, a yellow sun, like yours. It is located in the outer region of the Topia arm of the Galaxy, and…”

“Excuses me,” said Nicole, the Topia arm? What arm is that?”

“That’s the… oh, right. You do not name the arms of the galaxy the same way we do,” she said, quickly grabbing what we would call a cell phone and looking at it for a moment. “Ah… okay. The Solar system is within the, erm… Sagittarius arm. Nagusia is located on the outer edge of the Centaurus Arm.”

“That’s… far!” said Viktor.

“Yes, about 80 thousand light-years,” said Phyae.

“And how long does it take you to come here, to Earth?”

“About ten of your months,” said Phyae.

“Wow…” was all Kim could say.

“And is Captain Grimash also from Nagusia?”

“Yes. Well, he’s actually from one of the Nagusian Moons. We have three moons, two of which are inhabited.”

“Oh, that explains the differences…” began to say Lukas, but stopped, afraid to create a diplomatic incident.

“Races. They are called races, Lukas. Yes, we have different races, like you do, but we are all Nagusians.” said Phyae.

“And… What about the Earth? Why come here?” asked Viktor.

“We are explorers. We ought to understand the universe, so we travel and encounter other people. We… You are not alone. There are countless civilizations, some which are barely off the stone age, while others are advanced like you are, or better more advanced than us.”

“So, you have a multi-planetary crew?” asked Kim.

“No. We are only Nagusians. We do not want to mix ourselves with other beings. We greet, we meet, and we part.”

“Boring,” said Viktor.

“Well, you never know who you’re going to encounter, so better stay on the safe side,” said Phyae. “Like for the Earth People. We don’t want to get involved. We were watching from the moon, inquiring about your space travel capabilities, and since faster-than-light travel is not within your reach for at least a century, we saw no need to make first contact.”

“And… what made you change your mind with us?” asked Lukas.

“Your group is… different. We were intrigued. We usually don’t intervene but I urged Captain Grimash to get you on board, that you were no threat. And also quite intriguing.”

“Intriguing?” asked Kim.

“Well, your group acts differently than the others, your way of living is different, your… skin is quite puzzling,” said Phyae.

“Well, let me tell you that you are quite puzzling yourself to us,” giggled Kim.

The sound of hard steps echoing in the room draws their attention. A tall… woman entered. Her skin looked like white glossy porcelain, the gaps between her outer shell panels were lit by soft blue lights, her eyes were a luminous green, and her bright light red lips looked luminescent, and… was that a robot? And in high heels? It casually walked to Phyaeand spoke in a series of sounds, like a different language.

“Oh. I have to attend to something,” said Phyae. “You stay here. Andy-One-Six-Three will keep you company. You can ask her any question, she will answer.”

“Andy?” asked Nicole, getting up with the rest of the Lunarians to welcome the new host.

“It is short for Android,” said the robot with a quite melodic voice. It sounded mechanical but just a hint. Enough to know it wasn’t spoken by a human. “I’m here to help you and to answer your questions,” she said, like waiting for something. Anything.

“Yes, I have a question.”

Andy -One-Six-Three turned and faced Viktor.

“Yes? What is your question?” asked Andy.

“Yeh… Hum… Do you know… Data?”

Scene 2-3 Skin Details.

Karen and Joanne were walking alongside Captain Grimash in this well-illuminated corridor. Karen noticed that the Captain was often glimpsing at them, just a quick glance before looking forward while explaining some things about the items they were passing by, like to keep the conversation alive.

“Is there something you want to know?” finally asked Joanne, sensing that the Captain had something in his mind he was hesitant to say.

“Hum… well…” he said, hesitating, “it’s your… skin, or suit, whatever you call it. It gives out strange… vibes. Like I have to look at it, but there’s nothing to see.”

Karen giggled.

“Yeah, we know. There’s something strange about latex, or anything shiny for that matter. I thought we were the only ones but apparently, we all have cat genes.”

“Cat genes?” asked Captain Grimash.

“Yes, you know? attracted to anything that sparkles.”

“Oh, yes. And I just learned that Earth’s cats and Nagusian’s cats are very much alike,” said Captain Grimash.

“Cats rule the Universe. Everybody knows that,” said Joanne, walking faster to walk in front of him. “Suit yourself. Have a good look!”

Karen was sure she saw the man blush, but he did take a nice long look at the gleaming body reflecting the numerous lights of the corridor. Each step of her long legs reflected the light, the rubber keeping smooth yet at the same time, molding every crease of her body, especially her firm behind. And that sound. The regular creaking sound of rubber stretching and rubbing.

“It’s the door to your right,” he said, indicating to Joanne where to go.

Joanne stopped and waited for him. After all, this was his ship. He ought to go in first.

They entered what would be described as a very modern medical facility. There were a bunch of computers and electronic equipment. A man and woman, definitely wearing some kind of modern scrubs were there. On one wall, there was a large window, and Karen immediately saw what was on the other side.

On a table, inside a protective glass enclosure, was laying a man in a similar suit, his chest under some sort of instrument panel. On a display, numerous yellow and red lights were blinking.

Another woman entered from behind some equipment. Karen recognized her. She was the one who looked at her while she was on the rigid table.

“Trimaii, I present you Karen, the leader of the group, and Joanne, their medical technician,” said Grimash.

“Hello… Karen and… Joanne,” she said, reading the names off their suits. “Do I say that right? I am Doctor Trimaii, but you can call me just Trimaii,” she said with a genuine smile.

“Yes, you got our names right, Trimaii,” said Karen.

“How about him? How is he?” she asked, pointing at Pete.

“You are the doctor, right?” asked Trimaii, looking at Joanne.

“Yes. On our planet, radiation poisoning is terminal. Can you save him?” she asked.

“Good, so you will know what I’m talking about if I use medical terms. We are trying,” said Trimaii with a dramatic tone, “but we have some problems only you can solve. It’s about the suit he’s, well, you’re all wearing. That rubbery skin. How do you take it off?”

“Actually,” began Joanne, “the bond between our skin and the suit should dissolve by itself in a few years. Any attempt to take it off before that would be like scorching someone alive. According to the preliminary data.”

“Yes, we figured it was something like that although…” she said it as if she was unwilling to tell the other part of what she knew.

“Go on. We can take it… whatever it is.” said Karen.

“Well, our analysis put the dissociation of the skin cells with the suit more in the range of twenty to thirty earth-years.”

“Shit!” said Joanne and Karen at the same time, looking at each other.

“Well… It’s not that bad. I sort of… like it in there, but thirty years is a long time.” said Karen.

“Is that it? That’s the only problem? So, how about his radiation poisoning? Can you help him?” asked Joanne.

“That’s the issue we’re having. Yes, we can save him, we can reverse the effect of radiation poisoning on DNA and damaged organs. However, this very rubber skin of yours is filtering the process, meaning…”

“Meaning he will die if we can’t get him out of his suit… and we risk killing him by getting him out of it,” said Karen, realizing the situation. “We’re stuck between a rock and a hard place,” she said, which made Trimaii and Captain Grimash frown. “Sorry, Earth expression, meaning that we’re facing two paths here, and none of them is what we want.”

“Yes, that’s about it,” said Trimaii.

“So… do you have anything to propose?” asked Joanne, looking at Pete through the window. “How much time does he have?”

“Less than three Earth days,” said Trimaii. “And the more we wait, the less his chance of survival.”

“Okay,” said Karen. “You would not tell us all of that if you hadn’t thought of something else. What is it?”

“You said so yourself, either solution is a bad one. However, we think we may be able to remove the suit with minimum effect on him, but… we have to try it first,” said Trimaii.

“Try it first?” asked Joanne. “How? By removing just a portion of the suit?”

“I’ll do it. I’m volunteering for it,” cut in Karen.

“What? No. That’s not what they meant… are you?” asked Joanne.

“Yes, that’s what I meant,” said Trimaii. “Pete is weak. One wrong action and he dies. If we do it to a healthy person, we are confident that person can pull it off. At the same time, if there are any mishaps, said person has better chances of going through it, and it will prepare us for any reaction Pete may have.”

“But… But… But… You can die, Karen.” said Joanne. “Removing the suit will kill you!” she said as she shook Karen’s shoulder like to scramble her brain. “Don’t do this! We’re already losing Pete. Don’t sacrifice yourself for nothing.”

“Karen stayed of ice, staring at Trimaii, as much as someone whose eyes are hidden behind lenses can stare, but they got the image.

“I want to hear all the details first, but I’m willing to risk it,” said Karen. “I’m sure you realize, because I do, that taking the suit off will destroy said suit. Also, there’s a good chance my epidermis will be ripped off from most of my body, probably including some part of my dermis too. That’s going to hurt like hell! And then I’ll be exposed to infections like the great burned victims are. So, I’m asking, what are the details?”

“Yes, of course,” said Trimaii with a broad smile. “We will do this under anesthesia, of course. We believe that, although there would be damage to your epidermis, we can keep it to a minimum. That’s still damage that has to be taken care of. As you said, it’s pretty much the same sort of damage a great burned victim would suffer, so we already know how to treat those. Next would be a… new suit… which would be slightly different than what you are now.”

“Different? How?” asked Karen.

“Well, we’re not sure how to deal with your… pleasure toys.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you get pleasure from it too?” asked Karen.

“Nothing says that their reproductive system works like ours,” quickly intervenes Joanne.

“Uh… oh! Of course. Silly me,” said Karen. “I’m sorry.”

“It is similar to yours in the action but… we don’t seem to live the same… orgasmic effects. Ours are much milder than what you experienced in the table room,” said Trimaii.

“Well… I don’t intend to pass on that,” giggled Karen.

“What are you talking about? I want all the details!” wrote Joanne on the private channel.

“So… when can we begin?” asked Karen.

“As soon as possible,” said Trimaii. “Pete is dying.”

“I give you full authority on this,” said Grimash. “Do what it takes.”

Season 2, EP 3 - Choices

Archived Version

Scene 3-1 Preparation.

Without wasting a minute more, Trimaii led Karen to another operating room, where she was installed on an examination table.

“This is painless. It’s just a scan,” said Trimaii as she initiated the procedure.

The half-circle over Karen’s bed slowly moved from her head to her toes, and back to her head, while Trimaii was looking at the readings, Joanne standing right behind her, also looking at the data, understanding some but not all, as some medical terms were specific to the Nagusians.

Trimaii was nodding, sometimes approving, and other times, disapproving of what she was reading. It took the computers a few moments before displaying the final results.

“Yeah, that’s what I was afraid of,” said Trimaii. It’s good but not perfect. Perhaps you can answer,” she said, turning to Joanne.

She then proceeded to ask very specific questions about the cellular structure vs the compound used with the suit and their interactions. Joanne seemed lost.

“I have medical training, but I’m a general practitioner. What you asking for hasn’t been discussed with me as this was a non-issue, that if something requiring the removal of the suit was to be done, that person would have been flown back to Earth. Doctor Lynda would have that answer.”

“Oh, great,” said Trimaii. “Where is she? I don’t remember seeing Lynda on any of your suits.”

“Uh… No. She’s on Earth.”

“Oh… That makes the matter quite complicated,” said Trimaii.

“Why is that? All we have to do is call her and she will answer. Don’t tell me you can’t communicate with Earth,” said Joanne.

“No, we can, it’s just that we are forbidden to,” said Trimaii.

“Why?” asked Karen who was resting on her elbows, still lying on her back on the examination table.

“Directives from Nagusia. I will have to get Captain Grimash involved. Wait here,” she said, walking out of the examination room to go to an intercom, speaking again, like with that android, in a different dialect, and then coming back into the examination room. “Tamara will be here shortly.”

“Who is Tamara?” asked Karen.

“She’s our communication liaison. She represents Nagusia toward any alien species. She’s the one who authorized your transport here,” said Trimaii.

A few moments later, a tall woman with brown-blueish hair entered the room. She could be a Terrean except for the fact that she had some blueish tint on her skin.

“Hello, my name is Tamara,” she said, nervously extending a hand. “I… I think this is the standard Earth greeting, right?” she asked.

Joanne giggled as she shook her hand.

“Yes it is,” she said.

Tamara then turned to Karen who had stood up and shook her hand too. She looked at them from head to toe.

“It’s different to see you for real instead of through a video feed. I was supposed to meet you but I got sidetracked. My apologies,” she said with a slight bow.

“It’s alright. So, you want to contact someone from Earth because that person has the knowledge to deal with the suit, is my understanding right?” asked Tamara.

“Well, technically, that person MIGHT have the knowledge, it’s either her or Professor Phil, but they worked together on that suit, so I suppose that any of them could answer,” said Karen.

“Hum… Okay, I can arrange that,” said Tamara, “but I want to be clear. You are to talk with those two people only. You are to talk about the suit problem only. You are not to talk about us, what we do, what we intend to do, except to save the one of your named Pete. Is that understood?” she said with a firm tone.

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Karen and Joanne in one voice.

“Any deviation from that and the communication will be terminated. Is that perfectly clear?”

“Yes, it is,” said Karen.

“Very well. Come with me,” she said, leading the way, Trimaii following.

During their walk, Karen explained how to reach Doctor Lynda, which channel and frequency to use, and how to initiate the communication.

Trimaii and Joanne hurried up to follow her. They were led into a small room with one single station that Karen assumed was some communication console with one screen. Tamara sat to the side of it, out of view from the camera, and began to type, or whatever, on a screen of her own, although she seemed to give commands through thought process, not touching anything, and reacting to the answer in the same manner.

The screen in front of Karen and Joanne lit up and Lynda’s face appeared.

“Hello? Dr Lynda? Do you hear me? Do you see me?” asked Karen.

Lynda frowned and then her face lit up.

“Oh! There you are! Where the hell are you? Are you okay? How is the base? Those damn… aliens are blocking access and communication. We have to…”

Karen cut it short by talking louder.

“We’re fine, Dr Lynda. Sorry to interrupt you but we have an urgent matter to address. The asteroid damaged our reactor core and Pete was heavily contaminated from the radiation. We have to take him out of the suit, now… Erm…” said Karen turning to Joanne to continue.

“Yes, erm… We… I have a few questions about the cellular bond between the skin cells and the polymer of the suit,” began to explain Joanne, giving a lot of medical details that were out of reach from Karen, but as long as they understood each other, everything was fine.

Dr Lynda had to consult Professor Phil a few times. Joanne was frequently looking at Trimaii who was standing beside Tamara, out of sight, to confirm that the information was understood. They learned some English but sometimes, the specialty terms could be misunderstood. However, Trimaii seemed to be at ease with it.

“Thank you, Dr Lynda. I think we have enough to go on with the procedure,” said Joanne.

“We? Who is we? Where are you? That doesn’t look like the moonbase. Are you with the aliens? Are you still behind the moon? I want to talk to them. They have no right to deny us access to the moonbase. I want to talk to them now.”

“I am really sorry, I have to terminate this call,” intervened Karen, giving a head signal to Tamara who cut the link.

“She’s pissed off,” said Karen.

“I understand, I would be too,” said Tamara with a smile. “I have my orders from Nagusia. Trimaii, are those pieces of information satisfactory?” she asked.

“Yes. I should be able to peel the suit off with minimum damage. The big question remains as to how it will affect your body. Pete is already weak. I just hope the trauma will not be too much for him.”

“Well, the more we wait, the weaker he becomes, right? So, let’s get to it,” said Karen getting up, ready to go.

Scene 3-2 Off Goes The Suit.

Karen was installed on the examination table under Joanne’s watchful eye.

Trimaii and Joanne had a long conversation, agreeing on the procedure, the steps, what should be verified or not, and what would be done on different outcomes.

“You should feel dizzy but not feel any pain,” said Trimaii while setting up the machine.

There was a humming and suddenly, Karen felt as if she was floating. She tried to move but couldn’t. She felt weightless and numb at the same time. Weird sensation.

“Okay, I’m going to apply something to weaken your suit at your neck so I can inject the product to loosen the cellular bond of your skin,” said Trimaii as she worked around Karen’s neck on the left side, looking for the jugular, especially the vein returning the blood to the heart. The stuff she applied seemed to soften the otherwise almost indestructible rubber skin and allowed her to peel it like a banana skin, revealing a reddish, bloody skin as the top layer of the epidermis was pulled up at the same time.

“Don’t worry, I will erase the scar,” said Trimaii to a puzzled Karen, since she wasn’t seeing what was going on. “Are you still okay? Feeling anything?”

“I feel like a hot patch, you know, a warm pad being applied to my neck. That’s quite comfortable, actually,” said Karen.

“Good. I’m injecting the product now. Tell me how you feel. Don’t stop. If something happens or builds up gradually, I want to know it.”

“Understood. I feel fine. A slight itching feeling around my chest. Now, it’s spreading around. It’s down to my legs now, and my arms.”

“Bearable?” asked Joanne.

“Somewhat. I would like to scratch myself, you know, a good rubbing. It feels like you put on a piece of clothing that itches. It’s pretty much everywhere now. Damn! Can somebody scratch me? Rub me?” she asked.

With approval from Trimaii, Joanne gently rubbed Karen’s legs.

“Does that help?”

“Yes, somewhat, but… go stronger.”

Joanne rubbed Karen’s legs more vigorously, almost massaging them, then went up to her arms. She tried as best she could over her torso but with the rigid corset, it wasn’t easy to convey the scratching.

“Okay, let’s see how it goes,” said Trimaii, taking a knife and cutting a large section down Karen’s left arm.

Joanne watched in amazement the latex being peeled off, leaving a reddish skin behind. She approached to have a closer look.

“The skin doesn’t seem to come with the rubber. Seems to be working fine,” she said, as much as to reassure herself than Karen.

“Yeah, gives a nice exfoliation,” giggled Trimaii, carefully pulling on the rubber, cutting more as she went.

“I feel cold,” said Karen.

“Where?” asked Trimaii.

“Everywhere, but mostly my arm. It’s as if it’s covered with ice. Damn! I’m freezing.” said Karen.

“She’s going into shock,” said Trimaii.

“Put her under full anesthesia,” suggested Joanne. “That was an expected side-effect. We hoped it wouldn’t be that bad, so… Sleep well.”

Karen’s world disappeared.

Scene 3-3 Sharing the News.

“You did what? Where is she?” asked Viktor.

“You should have asked us!” added Kim.

“Listen, gang. It was a quick decision. Every minute lost was a risk. The decision was Karen’s. She’s being taken care of by the Trimaii.

“And you called Dr Lynda? What did she say?” asked Lukas.

“She was pissed off, but I couldn’t tell her anything about where we were and what we were doing, except that we were trying to save Pete,” said Joanne. “Tamara’s orders,” she added, looking at the woman standing with them.

“And I receive my orders from Nagusia. We have strict protocols regarding first contact with a species that is less advanced than we are. One of those rules is to avoid any communication,” said Tamara.

“But… Here we are,” said Nicole, opening her arms to englobe everybody.

“Yes, here we are,” repeated Tamara. “Your group is special, and we only allowed you, and only you… with the exception of you, Nicole, following Phyae’s intense discussion with the High Council, which is where she is right now, discussing how she disobeyed their direct orders to bring up only the six Lunarians she had contact with, and she brought up one more.”

“Oh. And what will happen to her?” asked Nicole, preoccupied.

“The best is that she’s let off with a strong warning if her reasons are valid. The worst case scenario is that her observation license is revoked, meaning that she’s out of a purpose on this vessel and she will have to report back to Nagusia.”

“Oh…” said Nicole. “And this would be my fault.”

“No, Nicole, it was her decision. I have good vibes about it. I fully agreed with her decision and I vouched for her to the High Council. She should be fine.”

“And… what happened to Karen?” asked Kim.

“She was put into a vat of nutrient gel, giving time for her skin to heal. She’s healing well. Pete was immediately put through the suit removal procedure. He’s undergoing radiation repair therapy. This will take a few days. He’s very weak and the prognostic isn’t very good.

Lukas was staring at Tamara. They looked at her. She was nodding her head as if she was talking in her head. She then realized that they were looking at her.

“Oh, sorry. I was talking with Phyae.”

“What? How?” asked Kim.

“Telepathically. We have some level of telepathic communication. She just told me that everything went well and that she received a severe warning, meaning that at the next warning, her permit would be revoked for life. This decision can be reviewed or revoked depending on how this current situation ends.” said Tamara.

“Wow…” said Viktor. “You are very…”

“Efficient. The word is efficient, Viktor,” said Tamara. “There she is,” she added, turning toward the door as Phyae entered, followed by Andy One-Six-Three.

“Do you read in our mind too?” asked Lukas.

“No, Lukas. We don’t read minds. We communicate. We send messages to one another. We are not mind readers,” explained Tamara, which seemed to satisfy Lukas and the rest of the group.

“And what about the suit? What is your plan? Patch the one you cut out and put it back on? You know we need those suits, right?” said Kim.

“Well, need might be a strong word here. I mean, the rest of the astronauts wear standard spacesuits after all,” said Viktor.

“Yes, but our base is set up with those suits in mind. All our lives are based on those suits. Those suits are part of the program to see the feasibility of wearing something like that for long travels, to go to Mars, Europa, Titan… and beyond,” said Lukas.

“This has all been discussed with Karen, Trimaii, and Tamara. They believe they can make something similar,” said Joanne.

“Well, similar is not the same. What if the results are different? What if their suit works but our original don’t? Or the other way around?” said Kim.

“Remember that ours were not… up to standards. We are currently stuck for thirty years, not six,” said Joanne.

“We are not there yet,” began Tamara, “but if our version of your suit turns out to be inferior, then we will help you get the right one. On the other hand, if our suit turns out to be superior, then we would be willing to share our technology on that, and on that only.”

“See? Everything is covered,” said Joanne, trying to be reassuring, although she never thought about that outcome before. “Anyway, listen. The important part here is to save Pete. I don’t care about which suit wins that silly contest.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I am sorry. Our first line of thoughts should be to Pete.”

“I…” began Tamara, but then raised her finger in the universal “one moment please,” gesture, then smiled. “I have good news. Trimaii just told me that Pete’s vitals are now stable. He is still weak, he’s not out of trouble yet, but his vitals having stabilized, all there is for him to do is gather strength and get better,”

“That is good news!” said Joanne.

“Can we see him? Them?” asked Viktor.

“Let me ask Trimaii,” said Tamara, closing her eyes, and then smiling again. “Yes you can but they are both in clean rooms so you will not have direct access to them.”

“Let’s go!” said Lukas.

Scene 3-4 Nicole’s First Experience.

They entered the medical center with Joanne leading the way. Trimaii welcomed them and Joanne did the usual presentations. From the other side of the large window, they could see Karen lying on a bed, her body covered with a metallic-satin-looking sheet, her arms by her side

Her arms and face were bright red like a nasty sunburn.

“How is she?” asked Kim.

“So far, so good,” said Trimaii. “Yes, her skin is red but the overall procedure went rather well. She’s sleeping right now. Fortunately, she doesn’t feel any pain.”

“She doesn’t feel any pain? How come?” asked Viktor.

“That’s amazing,” answered Joanne. “They have this sort of pain-capturing field. The pain signals are literally sucked out from the nervous system and channeled through this machine that transforms them back into life energy, which is emitted back to the patient. The pain is used to heal, instead of draining energy!” she said, evidently excited.

“Wow!” said Kim, “and I assume that this… device is also used on Pete? How is he doing?

“Still weak but stable,” answered Trimaii. “He’s currently in the radiation decontamination pod.”

“Can… can we see him?” asked Lukas.

“Yes and no,” said Trimaii. He’s encased in a pod and you can’t access that room. You’ll be looking at him through a window, like this one.

“Still. I would like to see him,” said Lukas.

“Sure, this way,” said Trimaii.

“So, that’s it. Not even a goodbye?” they heard a strange, raspy voice over some intercom.

They turned around to see Karen, sitting on her bed, resting on her elbows.

“Oh! You’re awake!” said Kim. “We didn’t want to disturb you. How… How do you feel?”

“Honestly,” she answered with her raspy voice, thanks to her vocal cords not having been used for many months, “I feel weird. The pain-sucking device makes me feel numb. Totally awake and functional, but I feel my body numb. You know, when your arm falls asleep or something like that? It weighs a ton and you can’t quite feel if you pinch it or something? Well, it’s the same, but it’s my whole friggin’ body!” said Karen, giggling.

“And her mind too,” whispered Joanne.

“What did you just say?” asked Karen.

“She said that we should go and let you sleep,” said Viktor, taking the lead to follow Trimaii.

As they were going to another medical room, Trimaii continued explaining that Karen had also been submitted to a skin-rejuvenation treatment, which seemed to show good progress.

They reached the new observation room, that one looking more industrial. The walls were thick as well as the glass.

“Looks more like a bunker than a hospital room,” said Lukas.

“It is to treat heavily radio-active people, so…” said Phyae.

“Yes of course. Is that him?” asked Lukas, pointing through a window, showing a pod with a frosty-like cover showing someone inside.

“Yes, it is,” said Phyae. “It’s a cryogenic process. The body is almost frozen, but the end result is full radiation decontamination.

“And how long does it take?” asked Joanne.

“From its initial condition to the current status, I anticipate close to 1.25 days… Oh sorry, those are Nagusian days. In Earth days, that would be… around… 3.8 days.

“And for Karen? How long before she is put back into another skin suit?” asked Kim.

“We are still conducting tests. We want the skin to cure and we also want the suit to be removable without any side-effects, at any time. I’m not sure we can succeed with all those goals but we’re trying.”

Trimaii showed them some charts indicating the progress of Pete’s therapy as well as Karen’s skin rate of healing.

“So… What about us for the time being? Do we go back to the NSLA Moonbase?” asked Lukas.

“If that’s what you want, you can, but we have prepared some living quarters for you until you’re ready to leave.”

They turned around and saw a woman with blueish hair and a shiny bodysuit looking at them. No one had heard her enter the room.

“Oh, that’s Tamara,” said Joanne. “She’s the liaison officer between Nagusia and us… and The Earth.”

“Pleased to meet you all,” said Tamara, “If you follow me, we’ll leave Doctor Trimaii to her devices,” she said with a wink.

She showed the way with a broad gesture of her arm, inviting the Lunarians and Phyae to go along.

Again, they followed a series of corridors, even took a much standard elevator, and ended up on a section in which Tamara used some sort of access card to open the door.

It was a corridor with rooms on either side. There were eight rooms in total. At the end of it, there was a common area, which… normal people… would use to eat. Obviously, the Lunarians would not exactly use that.

“We will have to go to the moon to use our survival devices…” began to say Viktor.

“That has been arranged. We copied your machines. There’s one in every room.

They each entered their respective rooms, all making the same “Ohhh” while seeing it.

Inside each room, a service stand and a bed. Not the Moonbase vacbed, but the bed or table they were encased into when they arrived.

“Have a nice rest,” said Tamara as she left.

Kim was the first to take place. Nothing happened at first, but then she felt some sort of vibration and this clear goo oozed out from everywhere around her, engulfing her. It felt warm. Comfortable. She felt it becoming tighter and tighter. She could slightly move, but not like in the vacbed. She was allowed more movement. It was more as if she was held by some sticky slime. But then, everything became rigid, and even tightened around her body, pinning her down on the mattress. In a few short seconds, she was completely immobile.

The feeling was awesome. She loved it. Maybe it’s because she has gotten accustomed to the vacbed, but this was more arousing. The total restriction added something. She liked it.

The other Lunarians were already heading for their rooms. Kim’s feeling was shared by them who really liked the total restriction given by the strange goo. Only Nicole had mixed feelings. That was NOT how she was usually sleeping. She wanted a regular bed but… how do you call room service?

She went to Lukas’s room to ask for advice but he had already taken place and the goo was all over him. She saw it change appearance, becoming rigid. She saw him squirm inside the clear cocoon. He was in distress. He wanted out. Or was he?

It looked more like a gentle squirm, like someone who gets into a comfortable bed and squirms languorously to get comfy. He didn’t seem to panic.

She walked out with the idea of looking at the other rooms, but as soon as she was out, the door closed, and she saw that all the other doors had closed, except for hers.

She looked around a few times, trying to find something, an intercom, or someone walking by, gently rubbing her skintight flight suit, and walked back to her room.

She took place on the bed. Perhaps there was a way to stop it.

The slime quickly oozed out and wrapped around her, giving that soft, warm feeling. It felt good. Until it reached her face, covering it.

She was afraid it would cut her breathing but after the first moments of panic, she realized that she could breathe easily.

Then the slime became rigid and all her movements stopped. she squirmed. In fact, she was fighting the slime, she was trying to get free, but for an observer, she was gently squirming and her attempts to get free quickly faded. But she was still anxious. Would she be okay for a whole night?

And she stayed there. Waiting. Nothing happening. She was getting bored. Eventually, she found some sleep, or at the very least, she dozed off.

She was softly awakened. Something was touching her. Something was brushing against her left thigh, like scratching. One thing. Two things. Three… it felt more like fingers now. Rather a hand. Yes, that was it. Someone’s hand was rubbing against her thigh, going up to her waist, to her breasts.

She could feel it and at the same time, she couldn’t feel it. That coating was doing strange things. Rigid yet allowing the feelings from the outside? Weird. And interesting.

Something was pressed against her crotch. Something soft, spherical and rather large. What… Oh!

Someone had just put the head of a vibrator against her crotch and turned it on!

She squirmed, and that’s how she discovered the power real of the restraints, of that strange bed: The more she struggled, the more rigid and the more tight it became.

And the stiffer and tighter it became, the more effective the vibrator seemed to be!

She tried to open her eyes, to see who was holding that vibrator, but her eyelids were forced shut by the rigid coating, pressing on her eyes, on her face, well everywhere.

And her brain was picking up. That was an interesting experience. She was becoming aroused. The more she struggled, the tighter the coating became and the more aroused she became, and the more she struggled, and…

Whoever was holding the vibrator seemed to notice it somehow. Well, if it was “someone”. That could be some robot or some sort of automatic arm coming out of the frame.

But then, the hand she felt earlier? Who was that? She had seen all the doors closed before getting into her bed.

The vibration increased. Somehow, the vibrator had switched mode, it had become harder, faster.

She tried to repress it, but why deny it? She liked it, and she was aroused. She was not exactly in the mood for sex, but then again.

She abandoned herself to the situation.

The pleasure at her crotch increased. It was more than a pleasure. It was more than a simple tormenting. It was more than arousal.

Whatever that/who it was, it knew what it was doing.

That was too strong. She tried to move away from it but the rigid cocoon prevented it. And that restriction aroused her even more! Damn, she liked it! She liked being immobile. Frozen. Bound!

Quicker than she thought possible, she exploded. Her body wanted to slam around but it was restrained by the clear rigid cocoon. And that restriction made the orgasm stronger! She wanted more. And she got more!

It was as if the slime was responding to her wishes. But she never wishes to be tied up, or confined, or restrained.

Or did she? Subconsciously?

The orgasm exploded inside of her. She was screaming. Well, she wanted to scream but the slime filling her mouth muffled every sound. Then her breathing was cut.

Oh gosh! It sent her to a higher level of orgasmic pleasure. The cut-off was short, but it was enough.

Her brain short-circuited. Her body was run over by strong convulsions, but thanks to the rigid restraints, she was safely confined, said confinement fueling the orgasm.

And the loop went on, again and again, until exhaustion had the best of her and she finally found sleep.

Upon seeing the body become immobile, relaxed, Trimaii removed her hand from Nicole’s mouth and pulled off the vibrator.

“Interesting,” she mumbled. “I should try it for myself.”

Season 2, EP 4 - Critical Decisions

Archived Version

Scene 4-1 Karen’s New Skin

Karen was lying on the special table, naked, looking anxious.

“I’m scared,” she said.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” said Trimaii, finishing the preparations with the nurse. She was wearing protective glasses, a mask and gloves, which made her look rather creepy. “Everything has been confirmed by the computers. As far as we know, all will be fine.”

“Yeah, the ‘as far as we know’ part is what freaks me out. what if something you don’t know happens?”

“This table is bio-adaptable. It can change its behavior automatically, meaning it can and will alter what it’s doing according to the patient’s feedback. It’s perfectly safe. Just take place and relax.” said Trimaii with her best reassuring voice.

Karen trusted her. It’s the machine she didn’t trust, and just knowing that that huge top plate would close down on her, sandwiching her between the bed and the plate, was rendering her nervous. What if?…

Trimaii gave a signal to the nurse and the top plate began to close over Karen. She took a relaxed position, as relaxed as someone tensed could take.

The top plate touched her nose. It felt warm and soft. It felt like memory foam being squished over her face, molding her.

The first sign of panic was when the substance touched her lips. She gasped for air but realized she could breathe easily.

The plate slowly lowered. It was now touching her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, her feet. Soon, she felt totally enclosed in this strange material, a mix of wet foam, rubber and water. Very warm water.

She didn’t feel cold. She felt warm, even hot.

The pressure increased. She was getting squished. And for a moment, she found the sensation of her previous latex skin. She was comfy. Hell, now she relaxed and she could sleep there.

She felt something warm and gooey around her body, like a paste oozing out from everywhere, coating her. It became tighter. And tighter, especially around her waist which she felt being squished more and more.

Her breath began to shake. Oh yes, she liked it. The soft gel or whatever it was, was pressing against her face, against her jaw, and something was going in, through her nose, through her mouth. She felt no pain, no discomfort. The gel was warm and comfortable.

Soon, she felt her mouth being full and even more! Even her ears were getting a full goop filling.

But her attention was quickly drawn to her crotch where more stuff was poking to enter, in both orifices. Going deeper, and becoming larger.

She felt her legs, her feet being encased too, taking their accustomed en-pointe pose.

Everything was warm, comfortable and tight. Very tight. Oh yes. could it get tighter?

Unbeknown to her, the machine was actually reacting to her feelings, to her perceptions. She wanted it tighter? She got it tighter. Too tight, it released. Bigger, deeper, she got it!

The pressure seemed to decrease a little all around her body. She began to see some light.

Something in front of her lighted up. A bunch of icons and information are displayed inside her new helmet. She could see her health, but also a lot more stuff. Sensors have been embedded and she could tell a lot more things about the environment around her, like temperature, humidity and… oh wow. So many possibilities.

The top plate had lifted. She felt arms grab her shoulders and help her get up.

She felt her torso stiff and she looked down: an apparent corset and… a strange steel belt.

“We mixed our technology with yours. We couldn’t do it the way it was done in your original suit. I hope this will do.” said Trimaii.

“Oh that’s perfe… hey, what the fuck?” she said, realizing that a voice, a very feminine and human voice was speaking, but she hadn’t pointed at any symbols or text with her eyes, like her old suit. She only thought of it.

“That thing reads my thoughts?” she thought and… said.

“Yes, K…”

“That’s fucking awesome. That is so cool. Oh gosh, I like this suit and… what’s this… Oh, look at the reflection of…”

“Karen calm down. You have to learn to control your thoughts otherwise all you think will be spoken,” giggled Trimaii.

“Oh shit! Did I say it out loud? Damn! How do I turn this thing off!” she said, the voice adding laughs.

“Look at me. I’ll show you,” said Trimaii.

Scene 4-2 NLA Proposal.

Upon their awakening, the crew of Lunarians were met by Tamara who led them into a conference room. It was a room with a large table, each place having its terminal screen, but mostly, half the room was this large bay window, giving a breathtaking view of the moon from their orbit point of view. They took place but couldn’t stop looking at the moon. The place they ought to be, where they should be, where they wanted to go back.

They knew the Earth was not very far.

“Hello all,” began Tamara. “Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“Well… sleeping is a big word… Oh…” said Nicole, then realizing that she really said it out loud.

The other giggled.

“You’ll get used to it but, I must say those… beds… are far superior to our own vacbeds,” said Kim.

“Glad to hear it,” said Tamara.

“So,” said Viktor, “why are we… here exactly? This looks like a meeting room.”

“And yes, it is,” said Tamara. “Please take a seat. I’m here to propose something to you,” she said as they all took place. Only Viktor pressed the button raising his screen from its embedded place on the table.

“What you see in front of you is the rough layout of a new alliance we are proposing. A Nagusian-Lunatian alliance. An alliance of cooperation, mutual exchange, and protection,” explained Tamara.

“Just between… you and us?” asked Kim, puzzled.

“At the start, yes. If more Lunarians want to join, their demand would be studied by all those in place and their acceptance accepted or rejected. There is only one condition: they have to cut links with the Earth, as you did.”

“What? We didn’t cut links with the Earth,” said Lukas. “You did. You saved us and blocked all assistance from Earth.”

“And you accepted, meaning that you turned away from Earth to come to us,” said Tamara.

“But, we ARE from Earth. We were born there,” said Joanne.

“Yes, of course,” said Tamara, but you are different. You have a different perspective, a different way of life, a different way of seeing things.”

“You really think so?” asked Nicole.

“Yes. We can see it. From an external perspective, you are different.”

“I… I don’t know,” said Viktor, getting up and walking to the large bay window, looking down at the Moon, followed by the others.

They needed time to think about it. That was not a simple yes or no question. The implications were large. Earth was supplying everything. They didn’t have any problems with Earth. They could do pretty much what they wanted. Why cut ties with Earth?

“I am not ready to walk away from Earth,” said Lukas. “It’s my home. My family, my birthplace. I can’t simply wipe them off.”

“I’m with Lukas on this, said Kim.”

Down there, on the moon, close to their damaged base, there was a flash of light, followed by a bigger one. Almost looked like an explosion.

“What the heck was that?” asked Lukas.

“Earth people trying to go past the force field we created around your base, to protect you and your assets,” said Tamara.

“Why would they do that?” asked Lukas.

“That woman, Dr Lynda? She’s leading the group. She wants to force her way to the base. She wants to seize control of it.”

“But… why? It’s practically destroyed. That force field is there to protect its content as well as anyone approaching from being contaminated by the radiation, right?” said Joanne.

“Yes,” simply answered Tamara.

“I… Fuck! I don’t know what to think anymore,” said Viktor, putting his hands on his head, and trying to think.

The faint sound of a door opening was heard.

“And what about Pete and Karen? What do they think about this… Alliance? We have to ask them. We can’t decide for them. I will not decide for the. We need to ask Karen.

“Ask me what?” said a strange voice they didn’t recognize.

They turned around. Standing in the doorway was a woman, tightly encased in a shiny rubbery-like catsuit, waist crushed by an apparent corset-like garment that looked metallic, a steel belt wrapping her tiny waist and going down between her legs and standing on obvious ballet boots. Attachment points, D rings, could be seen at various places along her body. She was faceless, her face covered by a shiny almost mirror-like shiny black bubble.

On her shiny suit, was on one side, the new logo of the suggested NLA, and on the other side, her name.

“Karen?” they almost all said at the same time.

She entered the room, her suit glowing under the bright light reflecting from the moon.

“How are you doing? Damn! This looks nice but…” said Kim, touching the corset, then the chastity belt. “Why those?”

“They couldn’t do it the way it was done, and this way, if there’s a medical emergency, things could removed without taking the whole suit off.”

“Wait a minute,” said Viktor, “Are you a robot?”

There was a pause.

“No, I’m an android… Of course, I’m not a robot, nor an android, you stupid fuck… Shit” Did I say that out loud? Damn. Must work in it more,” said Karen.

The group laughed.

“Well, that would sound like Karen except I never knew her before she was put into the first suit with the synthesized voice and limited words,” said Joanne.

“How can you talk like… like that? And why do you need more work? Selecting words is more difficult?” asked Kim.

“No, I do not select words. It reads my mind. The helmet reads my thoughts and speaks them, without any filtering, so… If I don’t think the right way, I may spill the beans. The voice sound is based on my own voice. They corrected my raspy voice from the intubation, and this is pretty much how my real voice would sound.”

“And… that’s about it?” asked Lukas.

“Oh no, it’s much more, I would say, enhance. The suit is tight as hell and feels wonderful. The helmet’s visor displays a lot of options at the same time. It’s like looking at a giant screen. The hearing can be enhanced and has an automatic translation system. We can understand about 20 different languages, and do the same while speaking.”

“And the… toys…?” softly asked Joanne.

“Too bad the visor doesn’t convey my face because, a simple look at it would get you the clear message, and I haven’t even tried all of the, erm… functions,” said Karen.

“That’s wonderful,” said Viktor, “but we should go back to the business that brought us here, about that new alliance. Tamara made a proposition to us about…”

“Yes, I know all about it,” said Karen. “I proposed it,” she said, gently brushing the new logo on her left chest.

“You… You proposed that? Without telling us?” said Kim.

“Well, I’m telling you now. That’s what this meeting is all about. To discuss it and to approve or refuse it.”

“Approve or refuse it?” asked Viktor, rubbing her finger on Karen’s shoulder, right where the new logo was already printed. “It looks like your mind is already set.

“We should wait for Pete before deciding on this,” proposed Joanne.

As if on cue, the door opened again and another person, clad in shiny latex, corset, chastity belt, and ballet heels entered. Printed on the shoulders: The new NLS logo and Pete.

“PETE!” yelled Karen, rushing to give him a hub, forcing him to make a few steps back to counterbalance.

“Hey, hey, easy,” he said, giggling, “I’m not back to full strength,” he said as Karen let go of her hug, grabbing his arm instead and dragging him toward the group.

He was welcomed and received hugs and handshakes.

“How do you feel?” asked Viktor.

“A heck of a lot better than before,” he said. “I’m still weak, but I’m getting stronger every day.

“I’m happy to see you back, Pete, but… “said Lukas, tapping on the NLA logo on his shoulder “I don’t quite know what to think about this. You’re in this too?”

“Well,” said Pete, rubbing the logo, “I sort of like the idea.”

“Yeah, probably brainwashed,” said Viktor.

Joanne and Karen were looking at each other at Viktor, Lukas, Pete and Karen, trying to make some sense of all of this, and trying to understand why that sudden animosity.

“I bet you’re a little biased,” said Lukas, looking at Pete with an up/down movement of the head, to emphasize his whole body, his whole suit, his whole cure.

Pete reached for his shoulder and slightly rubbed the NLA logo with his thumb, then with a swift move of the wrist, ripped it off.

“It’s removable, Lukas,” said Pete, “And what the fuck is wrong with you guys? Why do I feel I’m being outcasted here?”

“Not only you,” quickly added Karen.

“Well, it’s like you’ve become one of… them…” said Viktor, making a gesture that englobed the spaceship they were on.

“Okay,” said Pete, “First of all, I gave my life to save you all from a deadly radiation dose. However, the Nagusian saved me before I hit the ground and died. I was highly contaminated by the radiation. They cured me, but we have that special suit, Karen risked it all to make sure I would be able to wear the suit. She allowed herself to be used as a guinea pig to save my life.

Earth did not do this. The Nagusians did. They had the technology. You were already briefed that they never negotiated any alliance with anybody. They did not intervene in anybody else’s war or conflict.

Yet, here they saved us from a certain death, offered us shelter, and for the first time in their existence, they are extending a hand for an alliance with another species. Us. Not Earth, US. Me, Karen, Kim, Joanne, Lukas and yourself, Viktor.

Have you read the proposal, Viktor? Lukas? Because if you did, you would know that if any of us voted no, we would be all sent back to the Moonbase, or what’s left of it, with an emergency shelter, and they would disappear from our lives forever.

If we say yes, they will support us, they will help us rebuild the moonbase, they will protect us and we, WE, ALL OF US, would be the link between the Nagusians and Earth. We would be the Ambassadors from Nagusia to Earth, and they will consider us the Ambassadors from Earth to Nagusia.”

He paused, looking in turn at everybody, making a brief stop at Nicole, not knowing who she was. Karen picked up the pieces.

“Oh, that’s Nicole. She was piloting the rescue ship when the Nagusian beamed us on board.”

“Uh… Hello. Nice to meet you, Nicole,” said Pete, extending a hand.

“Oh… yes… Nice to meet you too, Pete,” said Nicole, feeling out of place with her warm presentation after that nasty verbal fight.

“But… what if…” intervened Lukas.”

“Ah, fuck it. I’m too tired for this now. I’m going to bed.” said Pete.

“And where would that be, Pete? Sleeping with the captain, or some other high-ranking officials?”

Pete slowly turned around, his shoulders slightly leaning forward. He looked tired, too weak.

“No, Viktor. In the visitor’s quarters. My room is actually next to yours. They saved my life, Viktor. That did not make me a member of the Nagusian council. I’m an alien. A visitor. An Earth people. Just like you.”

He turned around and walked away. Although Karen’s face couldn’t be seen, it was obvious she was giving them dirty looks. She gently nodded her head from side to side.

“I can’t believe what happened here. We are no different than the people of Earth. I don’t think we are worthy of this,” she said, ripping off her own NLA logo from her suit. “I’m going to bed too.”

“Karen, wait…” Said Kim, but it was too late. She was already gone and the door had closed behind her.

“I’ll leave you to think about it,” said Tamara, heading for the door. “You know your way in and out. You have free access to your guest’s quarters, the common area, and this room. Just call me when you’re ready to make a decision. The deadline is… as soon as Pete is strong enough to take care of himself. If no final decision is made by then, we will take that for a no and be transported back to your base, as specified in the “no” section of the agreement.” she said. As she was about to leave the room. Joanne stopped her.

“I am sorry, Tamara. Can we have the proposal… erm… in writing or something so that we can read it on our own? You know, something… uh… portable?”

“Yes, of course,” she said, getting to a console, and typing a few commands. A door opened from the wall and she picked up seven tablet-like pads and put them on the table. “One for each of you. Anything else?” asked Tamara.

“Hum, no. Thank you,” said Joanne.

In silence, the members took one of the pads and headed for their quarters, sitting at the table in the common area, each beginning to read it, with more or less conviction. It was followed by some discussions to understand some of the articles, but it was done mostly in silence.

They had nothing else to do. Nowhere else to go. Joanne walked back to the conference room, standing by herself by the large bay window, looking over, at the moon, and slightly behind it, the Earth.

She was looking at the Moonbase. She could see a large ship she recognized as a military vessel. She had seen it before but only as a prototype. Now, there were a lot of vehicles nearby, vehicles that evidently had been carried by that large ship.

Then a flare, and a large explosion, near the power reactor.

“What the hell was that?” said Viktor who had arrived behind her. “Are they trying to blow up the plant?”

“They are not trying to just dig through the grammilite protective coating, that’s for sure,” said a voice behind her.

“Oh, Tamara. You know what’s going on there?” asked Joanne.

“I’m not sure. Earlier on, they tried powerful lasers. I don’t understand why. The grammilite contains the radiation. Any breach is dangerous.”

“Can they succeed?” asked Viktor.

“Yes, of course. With all the consequences associated with it.”

“Can I make a call? I’d like to call Lynda,” said Viktor.

“Yes,” said Tamara, powering up one of the table displays as Viktor approached.

A few moments later, Lynda appeared, wearing a spacesuit, sitting in a rather cramped space.

“Hi, Dr Lynda. Listen. There seem to be some odd activities going up near the moonbase. Are you aware of anything?”

“Yes, Viktor. I’m there with the army. We’re trying to get in but those aliens are blocking the way with some sort of force field.”

“Ah. Yes. They want to preserve the moonbase until any danger is cleared. You do know that this coating is preventing the radiation from escaping, right? You shouldn’t try to take it off.”

“That’s bullshit, Viktor. Our experts took measurements and this reactor is intact.”

Behind them, the rest of the group were arriving, having been called in by Joanne through their internal com link.

“No, it’s not. It’s leaking. I know, I turned off the leaky valve to make sure the cooling water would stay there. That thing would melt in a few seconds.”

“Who are you?” asked Lynda.

“Pete,” said the man, standing behind Viktor.

“You do not look like one of us. Anyway, this discussion is over. We’re taking back the moonbase. You stay with your Alien friends if you want, or you can join us… if they let you leave.”

“Blasting a hole in the grammilite will blow the reactor. You will destroy the Moon in a 5km radius. Are you nuts?” said Pete.

“No, we’re not. I told you, that reactor is fully functional,” said Lynda.

“I saw the meteorite fragment hit it. Don’t you see the devastation of the base? Don’t you see it’s half-destroyed?” said Karen.

“Hey, another Alien puppet!” said Lynda.

Behind her, someone spoke.

“We’re ready to move away before igniting the charge Dr. Lynda.”

“Good. Do it. Well, I have to go,” said Lynda, turning her attention back to the Lunarians, before cutting the communication.

“We can’t let them do this,” said Viktor. “They will destroy our base,” he said, turning to Tamara. “Do something.”

Tamara stayed cool and was about to answer but Karen cut in.

“They won’t do shit!”

“But… They’re going to destroy the moonbase!” said Lukas.

“Yes, and we will watch it happen. They will not intervein,” added Pete.

“And why the hell not?” asked Lukas.

“Because they do not get involved in the politics of other species or planets. They do not make alliances. They are independent.” said Kim.

“But… They…” said Viktor, pointing outside, at the moon, at the battleship getting off the surface.

“Is the deal of the NLA still active?” asked Joanne, looking directly at Tamara.

“Yes it is,” she answered.

“If we go for it, will you save the moonbase?”

“We will protect our allies,” simply answered Tamara.

“Then, I’m all for it. Where do… Do I sign anything?”

“No, your brain pattern has been recorded,” said Tamara.

“I… I’m in too,” said Viktor.

“Me too. I’m in,” added Kim.

They all turned to Lukas, the last one needed for the agreement.

“Come on, Lukas. Don’t let them destroy the moonbase. We are NOT like them. We are different, and the best proof is the Nagusians willing to ally with us.”

“I’m in… but with one condition,” said Lukas.

“Come on, Lukas. This is no time to alter the agreement,” said Karen.

“Oh yes, it is. I want this!” he said, pointing to Pete. “The whole thing.”

In almost the same voice, Viktor, Kim, and Joanne all said, raising their hands.

“ME TOO!”

Tamara closed her eyes. A few seconds later, a powerful beam shot out from under their ship. On the Moon’s surface, exactly where the explosive for the grammilite had been put down, there was a flash of light.

“The threat has been neutralized,” simply said Tamara.

Quickly after, they could see the force field expand, englobing at least 3km all around the moonbase.

“I think someone wants to have a word with you,” said Tamara, looking at the group, while all the screen of the table showed Lynda. A very pissed-off Lynda.

“What the fuck did you do? You attacked us?”

“No, we prevented you from destroying the moonbase. OUR home. We just made a deal with the Nagusians. We are declaring the moonbase and its perimeter, as defined by the current force field, the Nagusia-Lunar Alliance Territory. We are declaring independence from Earth.” said Pete.

“Err… I don’t want to interrupt but… what about me?” asked Nicole.

Season 2, EP 5 - NLA

Archived Version

Scene 5-1 About Nicole.

“Oh… Err… Sorry, Nicole, you sort of flew below the radar here…” said Karen, turning to Tamara.

“She is not part of the Lunarians, she said. “Our deal doesn’t include her.”

“Yeah… It’s okay, actually. I’m not sure I’m ready to… you know… this,” said Nicole, making a broad gesture toward Karen and Pete.

“We understand,” said Joanne. “If you want, we can send you back down, and you could use your ship to go back to your base…. I assume she can, right?” she said, looking at Tamara.

“Absolutely. Your ship will be fully functional,” said Tamara.

“Oh.. yeah… Of course… Thanks… Err… When do you?…”

“Any time you’re ready, Nicole,” said Tamara. “Nothing and no one is holding you here.”

“Yeah, well… It may as well be now,” stuttered Nicole, her emotions conflicting and her sad face conveying the emotions.

“It’s alright, Nicole,” said Karen, giving her a hug. “Thank you for everything you’ve done.”

A few moments later, Nicole was leaving with Tamara. Shortly after, Trimaii entered the room.

“Hello all. How are you doing?” she asked, mostly Pete and Karen.

“We’re fine. It’s perfect,” said Karen, rubbing her tightly encased thighs.

Pete simply gave her two thumbs up with a slight head nod.

“Good. And how about you?” asked Trimaii, looking at the group of four. “Are you serious about the new skin?”

“Yes, we are,” said Joanne.

“You do realize that we don’t know the long-term behavior of your body with that suit, right?”

“It was the same with the old suits, and judging by what you told me, many years from now, we would have been totally unable to take it off. So… worst case scenario, it’s like our old suit, best case scenario, we can take it off if we want.”

“IF we want,” emphasis Pete. I for sure, not getting out of that one anytime soon.”

“Well, okay then,” said Trimaii. “I honestly wasn’t prepared for such a demand but I think we can carry it on. Tomorrow morning?”

They all looked at each other, nodding.

“Tomorrow morning it is,” said Joanne.

Scene 5-2 The New Skins.

They were all laying on their beds, half sedated, all looking like sunburn victims, giggling at each other’s look, for two days, while their skin healed and they were ready for the new coating.

Pete and Karen watched them and comforted them. Pete was getting stronger every day, feeling better than ever.

They were all back in the conference room, all walking like zombies, feeling, adjusting to their new skin, to their new suits. They were rubbing their arms, flexing their legs, feeling the tight confinement, its thickness, its flexibility as well as its rigidity. All mixed together, this was one awesome feeling.

They were also adjusting to the thought process for the speech processor, and learning to control what was thought versus what was said was a challenge that gave way to funny interactions.

Karen and Pete entered the room. The group had noticed that the couple seemed to have grown closer together since their procedures. Well, they always suspected that there was a thing between them. Body language speaks.

The long table in the conference room was gone, replaced by a bunch of crates, some tables and other miscellaneous items.

“Okay, gang,” said Karen, “I know you need some adaptation for those new skins but believe me, you will enjoy them more if we go forward with our tasks.”

“Tasks?” asked Viktor. This?” he said, making a broad gesture at the items spread across the room.

“Yes, tasks, or rather exercises,” said Pete. “This suit is going to… tease you in ways you can’t imagine right now, so to be efficient, we all have to get used to it.”

“I have programmed a few scenarios. You can access it by selecting the exercise icon at the bottom left of your visor,” said Karen.

“Wow! Who does she think she is? Our trainer or something… Oops… I didn’t mean to speak it…” said Lukas.

Karen giggled.

“That is part of the exercises, Lukas. And no, I am not your trainer nor your superior or whatever rank you can think of. If you don’t want to do those, you do not. I…, well, we,” she said, looking at Pete, “based on our own experiences, believed that these are good exercises. This isn’t a test, there are no points given, and no score kept. If you want to do something out of these suggestions, because that’s what they are, suggestions, you do it.”

“It’s like when we got our first skins back on Earth. We had to learn to live with it,” said Pete.

“Yeah, exactly,” said Joanne. “We already know how they feel. Why doing this?”

“Oh no. You do NOT know how those feel. Believe me. Anyway, you do what you want. Like I said, nothing is mandatory, only suggested.” said Karen, selecting a task from her list.

She went to a crate, picked it up, carried it across the room and put it down, then another crate and put it on top of the first one.

Pete was doing something similar on his own, forcing himself to crouch down, get up, walk, bend, twist, sit, kneel, even crawl under a table, mimicking repairing something.

One after the other, they began to do the exercises, some picking the item someone had just put down, to carry it back to the starting point, sitting on a chair, working on a computer, getting back up, etc.

And it wasn’t long before one of them would slow down or even stop mid-way, squeeze its thighs together, his or her upper body slightly leaning forward, letting out a very well-felt “Oh, shhiiiiiit!”

“What the fuck did they do to us?” asked Joanne, while stopped legs pressed together, trying to hold a crate with one hand while the other was trying to reach her crotch.

“Why? You don’t like it?” asked Karen, giggling.

“Duh! It’s the other way around, bitch… Oh… Sorry,” she said, half giggling. “I mean, I can’t work like that. Why did they do that?”

“Well…” began Pete, while panting, leaning against a wall, both hands at his crotch, “to their defense they didn’t know what they were doing. Our anatomy and our sexual arousal are obviously different than theirs… Damn…” he said, trying to calm his own urges down.

“I fucking can’t say if they did right or wrong,” said Viktor, sitting on a crate. “Problems?” he asked, looking at Karen.

“Shut the fuck up,” she harshly answered, kneeling on the floor.

The door of the convergence room opened and Tamara entered, puzzled by the scene.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, concerned.

“Y… yes…” managed to say Joanne, leaning her back against a wall.

“You’re not in pain, I hope.”

“SHIT NO”! they pretty much all answered in one voice.

“We just need a… little break,” said Karen.

“After only fifteen minutes?” asked Tamara, surprised. “I think I should get Trimaii involved,” she said, calling her with her thoughts. “She’ll be right over,” she said, entering the room, allowing the door to close, looking at those hidden faces, trying to read them.

“I am literally overwhelmed by the feelings you are broadcasting out of your brain waves,” she said, looking more and more puzzled. “It’s a mix of pleasure, pain, discomfort, arousal, love and hate. I… I can’t make out what it all means.”

“It is literally all of that at the same time, Trimaii. It’s hard to explain. One has to experience it to really appreciate it.”

The door opened and Trimaii entered, then stopped.

“Oh… Have I gone a little too strong with the devices? or as you call it… toys?” she asked, smiling and giggling.

They all more or less looked at her with darts in their eyes. Of course, she couldn’t see any of them but she could feel their sudden brain waves. She laughed.

“Yeah, I thought I would hit a sensitive spot. I can modify them if you want. Everything can be taken off. Of course, it’s a lengthy procedure but I can,” she said.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” yelled Joanne. “Shit! I didn’t mean it that way… Fucking brain thoughts… Shut up, Joanne!”

“I think we will all try to get used to it, then it will be perfectly fine,” managed to tell Karen. “It might just take a little bit longer than anticipated.”

“You take the time you need,” said Tamara. “I was here to tell you that we’ve got the approval from the Nagusian Council to help rebuild the station. We will send a team soon to salvage what can be salvaged and we’ll provide new modules for the ones that are beyond repair.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” said Pete. “You can’t imagine what it means to us. Thank you. We will be at work as soon as possible,” he said, browsing the gang. “Let’s concentrate, people. Let’s get back at it,” picking himself up and resuming his exercises, slowly being followed by the other Lunarians.

Two hours later, they were exhausted, sitting on boxes or chairs or even on the floor. Trimaii was still with them, making sure there was no situation requiring her medical help.

“My brain hurts,” said Kim.

“Brain control can be very hard and energy-draining,” said Trimaii. “Listen. We’ve embedded medical sensors within the various items making your suits, mainly to monitor you in the first hours after the coating. Once you walked out of the medical center, I was forbidden to read the data without your authorization. If you allow me to look at it, I might be able to guide you toward better control of your emotions.”

“Wow! I didn’t know that. Thank you for such integrity. I’m giving you permission to look at mine,” said Karen.

“Same with me,” said Viktor

“Yeah, me too,” added Kim, Joanne, Pete and Lukas.

“Very good. If you’ll excuse me… apparently I have work to do,” said Trimaii with a smile as she walked out.

Scene 5-3 Trimaii’s Test.

The Lunarians were sitting in the common area, experimenting with the options of their new visor, playing with the different features, understanding the numerous new icons displayed inside their new helmets, and discussing the upcoming rebuilding of the station.

Viktor was not interacting a lot and his contributions seemed forced.

“What’s the problem, Viktor? Are you feeling alright?” asked Pete.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he coldly answered.

“No you’re not,” said Kim. “You look totally uninterested. Don’t worry, I understand. Getting back to the Moon while… this,” she said, making a broad gesture englobing the ship, “can be our future, is mind-boggling.”

Viktor giggled.

“That’s the exact opposite,” he said. “I… I don’t trust them. There, I said it.”

“What? Why?” asked Joanne. “They saved us from certain death, they rescued us, they cured Pete, they even enhanced our suits, and they are helping us rebuild the base. How can you not trust them?”

“They are even willing to go against one of their most fundamental principles and make an alliance with another species! That’s bold,” said Karen.

“And that’s exactly where I raise my doubts,” said Viktor. “Why? Why do they say then never make any alliances with anybody, never interfere with another civilization, yet, here we are, six people within a 10 billion population, and they saved us, they saved Pete and they concluded an alliance with us? Why?”

“They say we are different,” said Kim.

“How? Our suits? Yeah, you got that right, Kim, but I bet there are thousands of fetishists on the planet who would give it all to get one. What are ‘we’? The chosen ones? Come on. No. I’m sure there’s something else.”

They were silently pondering at the thoughts when someone entered. They all turned, stood up and walked toward her, pointing at her with surprised reactions as they pointed out the various features of her outfit. Only Viktor stayed a little behind, sitting on the table, as if non-interested.

“Trimaii? What the hell?” asked Karen.

“Yes, I know, it’s not the same,” said the woman, turning around to show her outfit.

She was wearing what could be called a latex catsuit, high heels, and a corset. The suit had a blueish metallic feel to it. The corset was dark red with straps going through her crotch, and the heels were very thin-heeled booties.

“I want to experience what you do in those restriction beds. You seem to have such a good time, but of course, I couldn’t undergo the full thing so, I had this made. It is based on what you call a collar entry catsuit. I think.”

“A neck-entry catsuit,” corrected Joanne, “but I get what you’re saying,” she said as she got up and approached Trimaii.

“I also made the waist constriction device. I based the compression on what you have and I must say that it is quite… disturbing,” she said, rubbing her hands on her corset.

She already had a thin waist, so that made it appear even more constricted.

“Wow. You didn’t have to go to that extreme,” said Pete

“Oh, I wanted to. I’m used to skin-tight clothes and high heels. I mean, I do wear them most of the time, but my medical suit is very stretchy. This… not as much.” she said, rubbing her arm, “and it’s an intriguing feeling.”

“But… you do know that there’s a little… ahem… more to it, right?” asked Kim.

“Oh, yes, but our reproductive system is different than yours. I mean, in my case, I am a hermaphrodite, so my… pleasure inserts are different,” she said, gently rubbing her lower stomach.

“Oh, I see…” said Karen. “Well… No, I don’t. I can’t compare anything. Are you taking one of our beds?”

“No, I had one added in one of the unused rooms. If you’ll excuse me, I head on this way,” said Trimaii with a smile.

They looked at her and walked away, admiring her curves in the shiny metallic suit. When she disappeared into her room, Kim turned to Karen.

“Is it me or was she… whistling?”

“She was whistling, alright.”

They heard the bed turns on, then silence.

“I wonder…” said Joanne, as she walked to the room. “Oh, she left the door open,” she whispered.

She carefully peeked inside, putting her hand on her helmet, where her mouth would be.

“She is squirming quite a lot,” she said, still whispering. She was amazed how that speech synthesizer, based on their brain patterns could interpret emotions like that.

“So. Is she in pain or pleasure?” asked Viktor, slowly approaching.

“By the grin on her face? I would say pleasure,” said Kim, already there.

“Come on, guys. Let her have some privacy here,” said Karen, getting there and pressing the button to close the door, then, as they walked away, got a look through the window. “Yes, I would say pleasure.”

Trimaii was perplexed. It was pleasurable, quite a lot, but a pleasure she never felt before. It was… stronger? No, not really. It was strange, that she couldn’t deny it. It was so different than what she was used to. Well, then again, sexual pleasure was practically non-existent. This was, puzzling.

And to further increase her confusion, the bondage, the restriction, and the very fact that she couldn’t move seemed to change the whole experience. She liked it. She liked to feel the restriction. That’s why she was struggling so much.

However, from the exterior, she was barely wiggling.

The Lunarians returned to the common area, but Kim turned to her room.

“She’s not going to have all the fun,” she said, closing her door.

They stood there for a moment before heading for their respective rooms, except Karen.

“I’m gonna stay in the common area. Just in case. And to see her state of mind when she’ll get out.”

[Don’t dream, folks. I’m not about to describe the sexual orgasm of a hermaphrodite Alien being… I wouldn’t know where to start…]

Karen had dozed off in the common area when the motion detector, part of the new device of her helmet, woke her up. She looked up and Trimaii was slowly walking up the corridor, making slow and small steps, keeping her legs closed together, sometimes losing balance, almost acting like she was drunk.

“You’re okay, Trimaii?” she asked, giggling.

Trimaii only smiled and bit her lower lip. She was obviously concentrating on walking straight. Her brain was still partly out of it. She reached the common area and more or less collapsed on one of the chairs, grinning as her butt hit the chair, slightly getting back up and carefully sitting back down.

Karen was simply staring at her, her shoulder shaking with her silent laugh. She waited. She figured that Trimaii would talk when ready.

Trimaii looked like she was on drugs. Her eyes were sleepy. she had a smile she couldn’t get rid of crossing her face. She was breathing in long, full breaths, and letting out making a “ffff” with her lips, like someone who’s trying to get their heartbeat down.

“How… how do you do it? Night after night?” she managed to say.

Karen laughed.

“Well, first of all, we don’t keep at it for TWO FUCKING HOURS!!” she said, laughing even more, which made Trimaii break out laughing, immediately grabbing her crotch.

“Oooo… Ouch…”

“You know you could have stopped it anytime, right? You had full control,” said Karen.

“Yes, I know. But… it was so good. I never, ever felt anything closely resembling that.” said Trimaii, looking down. “We have to close that deal. We have to tell the others. This was right,” she mumbled.

“What was right? What do you have to tell the others? What deal?” asked Karen.

Trimaii looked up, puzzled then with a look of horror on her face.

“I… Oh… Shit! That was thought transmission, I didn’t realize I was also telling it,” she said. “I’m sorry,” she added as she got up, still feeling some discomfort.

“Wait Trimaii. What are you talking about? What is this?” asked Karen, getting up and trying to prevent Trimaii from exiting the room.

“It’s… I… No, I can’t tell you, Karen,” she said, making the warmest smile Karen had ever seen. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Karen felt a wave of warmth wrap around her, full of love and caring. She was almost floating in the emotions.

“What… the… is… that…?” she stuttered.

But Trimaii used Karen’s sudden confusion and exited the room, giggling. Karen could have sworn she was dancing as she walked away.

Season 2, EP 6 - Station Salvage

Archived Version

Scene 6-1 What The Hell Was That?

“What are you trying to say, here?” asked Lukas.

Sitting around the common area table, they were all looking at Karen.

“I… I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I mean, it was one phrase. It’s like eavesdropping on a conversation, hearing one little bit of it, and trying to figure out the whole thing.”

“But it sounded like there was more to that… deal, that alliance, than meets the eyes, right?” asked Viktor.

“I have to admit that it is a strong possibility. But I felt that strong wave of love and comfort as if she was telling me not to worry about anything,” said Karen.

“As a predator would do to its prey,” said Kim.

“No, I don’t believe they mean us any harm. Why would have they cured Pete?” asked Joanne, “only to… kill him and eat him later?”

“Well, fresh meat is better than radio-active one,” said Viktor.

“You’re disgusting,” said Pete.

The door opened again. This time it was Phyae, clad in a tight-fitting rubber catsuit, corset and spiky high heels.

“Hey, hello my favorite aliens!” she said, all joyous. “Well, to us, you are the aliens, right?” she said, giggling.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” said Kim.

“Well, yes. Trimaii shared what she felt and… I want to experience it myself. The holding device is that way, right?” she said, pointing at the corridor.

“Yeu… yes, last one to the right,” said Pete, the closer to the corridor. “What the hell is going on here?” he asked, turning back to his fellow Lunarians as Phyae quickly walked to the room.

“I’m gonna find out what this is all about,” said Viktor, rushing to Phyae’s room, but he got there too late, as the door closed as he got there. He tried to open it but it was locked.

“She locked herself in!” he told the others.

“Okay, that’s enough,” said Karen. “I want answers now.”

She selected the corresponding icon in her helmet and made a call.

“Karen calling Tamara.”

A few moments later, entered Tamara, looking perplexed.

“What’s wrong? What’s the emergency? she asked.

“We want to know what’s going on,” said Pete.

“What’s going on? What do you mean? Nothing is going on,” she answered, suddenly appearing nervous.

“Tamara, I would like to see your planet,” said Viktor, much to the surprise of everyone else.

“You what?” burst out Kim.

“Oh!… That’s a long trip. I’ll have to ask the council permission first,” she nervously answered.

“Why ask the council?” asked Lukas. “Aren’t-we allied?”

“Yes but… I… I have to ask. No… err… no non-Nagusian ever set foot on Nagusia.”

“And why not? Can you show us your planet? You must have images, videos, anything,” said Joanne.

The whole conspiracy was quickly winning the Lunarians. Tamara was overwhelmed by the sudden change of tone. She nervously walked to a console and in the middle of the table, appeared a 3-D image, showing high-tech buildings, lush vegetation, and levitating cars moving along. It looks idyllic.

“Wow. Looks so peaceful,” said Kim.

“Yes, beautiful,” said Joanne.

Viktor approached the projection to have a better look.

“Where are the people?” he asked. “Is this just some sort of simulation? I want to see the real planet.”

“What do you mean?” said Pete. “They’re right there. Don’t you see it?” he said, approaching the same. “Oh… I see.”

“What do you see?” asked Karen. “Oh… Androids. Androids everywhere? That’s an interesting question and I’m eager for the answer, Tamara,” she said, turning to the communication liaison with the Nagusians, “or this is just an animation, it isn’t real.”

“No. That’s real,” said Tamara with a sad tone. She took a deep breath. “Okay… the truth.”

“I’m all ears!” said Viktor, taking a seat at the table, imitated by the rest of the group, save for Tamara who stayed standing.

“Nagusia is maintained by androids because… that’s all there is left.”

“What do you mean? Where are all the Nagusians?” asked Pete.

“Here. On this vessel. There’s exactly 156892 Nagusian left.”

“Oh, I get it! You flee the android invasion. The machines are killing your people and you’re fleeing away… gheesh… Are those androids called Cylons?” asked Lukas.

“Cylons?” [for those who don’t know the allusion, just Google it – Pete]

“Stop it with your movie allusions, Lukas,” said Pete. “So… why?” he asked, turning to Tamara.

“Because we do not reproduce anymore. It’s been like that for about thirty of your years,” she said, as the image of the 3-D projection changed, obeying her mental command, as he continued to explain.

“Speaking in Earth units, we were having, on average, 215 years of life expectancy. About 50 years ago, after visiting an alien world, people over 130 years old began to suffer a strange illness, all dying within a year. We finally were able to isolate the virus responsible, but although we got rid of it, it attacked everyone’s DNA, and now our average lifespan is 120 years.

And worst, the birth rate began to go down, until no more newborns, about thirty years ago. Our reproductive system is functional, but no eggs are produced and the sperm is dead. Being all hermaphrodites, it wasn’t a shortage of male or female candidates.

Someone suggested we look for the reproductive habits of other humanoid species. So far, all their reproductive habits were very similar to ours and gave us no benefits. We were over 300000 souls when we began our search, ten years ago. We suspect that, within 50 years, we will be extinct. Unless we find a solution.”

“That’s very sad,” said Viktor rather coldly, “but what this has to do with us? We have the same… reproductive habits as any mammals, although I have no clue how hermaphrodites reproduce.”

“It’s pretty much the same, but… you have a unique way to stimulate the reproductive system. See, in all the people we encounter, pleasure is a big part of the reproductive ritual, but we haven’t felt that pleasure since the virus hit us. That is until now. Until we met you and saw your unique way of covering yourself with those second skins, or those vacuum beds as you called them, and the restriction and everything. Trimaii tried it and she experienced something no one else experienced in 50 years: an orgasm. She is undergoing extensive medical analysis and so far, it’s promising, that’s why Phyae volunteered for another test, and if all goes well… I’m the next one,” she said with a genuine smile.

“Wow…” said Karen.

“Yes, wow,” repeated Lukas, “but why us? Just because we use toys for pleasure? I’m sure other species use toys too.”

“Yes, but… ahem…” stuttered Tamara, apparently unprepared for the question.

“I see it. I understand why,” said Pete. “It makes perfect sense.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Joanne.

“Don’t you see it, guys? We are sealed in rubber. The air we breathe, in and out is filtered. We live in an isolated base, on the far side of an atmosphere-less planet. If anything goes wrong, we won’t affect anyone. We are, by our way of life, in quarantine.”

Tamara raised her eyebrows, surprised.

“That pretty much sums it up,” she said, smiling.

“Hum, okay, I buy that,” said Viktor, “but you had us stripped of our suit to fit yours, and during that time, we were dangerously exposed to your virus. Or am I not understanding something here?”

“I knew you were smart but… yes. But if the virus attacks you, it would change anything because your life expectancy is already less than 120 years. You wouldn’t see the difference.”

“That’s harsh!” said Lukas.

“Not really,” cut in Joanne. “Who says that our DNA doesn’t age that way because we already have been contaminated with the virus, thousands of years ago.”

“So, let me recap here for a moment,” said Pete. “You were visiting other worlds without thinking of the consequences. Then you got contaminated by a virus that killed a good slice of your population and at the same time, wrecked your reproductive systems. Following that, you embarqued into a galaxy-wide trek to find a species that could provide the cure for the mysterious illness. You come to Earth, then find an isolated moonbase with people sealed in protective suits having strange orgasmic rituals, while at the same time, not reproducing, and you think ‘Hey, that might be it’. Opportunity made it so that you HAD to make contact. The risks for you were minimal, and you judged the same risks as non-existent for us. And you went ‘What the heck, why not. Let’s try it.’ Am I close?”

Tamara giggled.

“You pretty much nailed it, Pete. “I wouldn’t have phrased it that way, but that’s pretty much it. We made the risks as low as possible for you. That’s one of the reasons you were limited to specific areas of the ship and why we cleared the path when you had to move away. The whole corridors and rooms were thoroughly decontaminated after your presence. Same thing with the trauma center, which has been fully cleaned before your arrival and any of the procedures. And that’s why we don’t want contact with people from Earth. We judged the risks of contaminating you minimal, but we don’t know about the rest of your planet.”

“So, you, protecting our moonbase…” began Kim.

“… is you quarantining us from Earth.” completed Viktor.

Tamara raised her arms in a “you got me.” gesture.

“Well…” began to say Pete, slowly approaching Tamara, “you saved my life. So, if by living my average life expectancy of eighty-something years I save your people from going extinct, I say it’s a good deal. I’m in,” he said, making a small bow, the standard Nagusian greeting.

“And… when will we know if we have been contaminated by the virus or not?” asked Viktor.

At the same time, the door opened again and Trimaii entered, smiling.

“I have the answer to that. Yes, sorry, Tamara had been broadcasting the discussion through telepathy. The answer is that you have NOT been contaminated.”

“How do you know that?” asked Kim.

“Our suits, Kim,” answered Joanne. “They have sensors monitoring our health, right?”

“Yes, Joanne. And…” she said, looking at Tamara like she was waiting for the approval to say the rest of her thoughts.”

“No more secrets, Trimaii. We won’t hide anything from them anymore. We have to play full trust if we want them to trust us. Go ahead. Tell them.”

“Hum… okay. There it is. You have been contaminated.”

Viktor made a move to approach a lot closer. Trimaii and Tamara raised a hand to stop him.

“Let me finish. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. I don’t know what, but your DNA is actually reconstructing, repairing itself. Your aging process is slowing down.”

“Meaning?” asked Lukas.

“We will live older,” said Karen. “By how many years?” she asked, turning to Trimaii.

“It’s hard to say because the process is relatively new so predictions are variables, but I would say… 130 to 140 earth-years.”

Pete grabbed a chair to sit down, as some others did. Viktor looked frozen in place, as well as Karen.

“This… This is a lot to process,” said Karen, finally walking to a chair and collapsing on it.

They heard the sound of the room’s sliding door opening, then the sound of high heels making their way toward the common area. The steps were not steady, as if she was drunk. Phyae was smiling ear to ear as she entered the room.

“That… was… Wow! What the heck is going on here? Looks like you received a bad news. Oh shit. Don’t tell me the alliance is over. I want to ride this thing again!” said Phyae, sounding like she was under the influence of a very peaceful drug.

They all laughed.

“No. Nothing to worry about, the alliance is safe,” said Viktor.

Scene 6-2 Moonbase 2.0

Two weeks have passed. During those two weeks, they saw more people coming to try what they were now calling the Lunarian Bed. As more positive experiences were created, they began to install the Lunarian Beds within the Nagusian’s living quarters, lowering the traffic within the Lunarian area.

Also, over time, the Lunarians have been given free access to the ship, being able to interact with them. Some were skeptics, but most were either neutral or happy to see them.

The Lunarians were planning the reconstruction of the base but the constant interruptions put them behind schedule. Well, their schedule, as they were never pressured by the Nagusians to return to the Moon.

Viktor was standing by the monitor, displaying a grossly made aerial plan of the Moonbase.

“… Since we don’t know yet what they plan to do with the old power plant, I suggest we put…”

The door opened and Tamara entered, accompanied by another woman, although, as they were all hermaphrodite, it was as much as a man than a woman. Kind of.

“I present you Schamb. He’s our most knowledgeable habitat engineer,” she said, all smiling. “He’s here to help you rebuild the Moonbase.”

Entered a very tall and slim woman, dark skin, with pink/brown hair, and a tattoo covering the left side of her face, sporting knee-high, gothic-like platform boots with lots of buckles, and a tight-fitting leather burgundy catsuit adorned with intricate gold patterns. Her lips were black and she had piercing light blue eyes. She smiled.

“I am very honored to meet you. Lunarians,” she said with a very soft-spoken voice.

“Hello. Pleased to meet you,” said Karen, getting up and doing a slight bow.

Schamb approached and extended a hand.

“I believe this is the standard Earth greeting,” she said, shaking Karen’s hand with one firm gesture.

“Yes, it is. Thank you,” said Karen, moving away so that the other members could greet her. Pete was the last one, and when he shook her hand, he held it for a moment.

“Your eyes! Wow. They’re…”

“You have to be careful with those eyes,” said Tamara, looking at Schamb. “She’s from the South Tribe. If you stare too long into their eyes, they will steal part of your soul and thus, you will never find peace after you passed away.”

Pete took a step back and quickly looked the other way, Viktor doing it almost as fast, as Schamb looked at him, frowning.

“Stop this legendary nonsense, ladies. After all, these are our esteemed guests,” said Grimash, arriving behind them.

“This is a legend?” asked Lukas.

“Yes, this is just a legend,” said Schamb. “Well, in fact, it has never been proved or disproved.”

“Why?” asked Joanne.

“Because nobody dared to stare at a South Tribe Member,” giggled Tamara, turning to Grimash.

“And nobody came back from the dead to disprove the legend either,” added Schamb with a smirk.

“This is a surprise, Captain. I didn’t know you were coming to meet them,” said Tamara.

“Oh, I was just passing by and I heard you tell that silly legend, and I wanted to clarify things, and I wanted also to tell you, dear Lunarians, that we appreciate everything you’ve done and I wanted to renew my full support for whatever you need to rebuild your base, if that’s what you want,” he said, making the classic bow before walking away.

“If we want?” asked Pete.

“Yes,” said Tamara. “If you choose to stay with us instead of returning to the Moon, you’re welcome.”

“Uh… Oh, well… I’m speaking for myself here, but I prefer to stay home,” said Viktor.

There was a general mumble of approval.

“Very good, then, I’m letting Schamb lead this reunion,” said Tamara, taking a few steps back.

“So, I’ve heard that you’ve been evaluating your options for some time. May I hear it?” asked Schamb.

They all turned to Viktor, the mechanical engineer of the group. He walked to the monitor.

“Hum… Okay… The two landing pads were destroyed, as well as the gym module, the main control tower, and of course, the power plant. Both habitats, male and female were pretty much intact except for a few damaged exterior panels.

So, we would need a new central control module as well as two landing pads. I believe that, for now, we can salvage some of the tunnels leading to Pad2 and use them to build the new Pad1, giving us a place to take off and land. And of course a new power plant. We can work on rebuilding Pad2 in the long run. I think we can use module H, the visitor hab as well as module G, the emergency shelter and main computer core building, as a temporary control center. Pete believes that most of the equipment of the old control module can be salvaged and transferred there.

We think it’s a pretty good plan,” he said, rather proud of himself and the group.

Schamb looked at the monitor, scratching her chin.

“Yes, that is plausible but, we have a major problem. I’m sure that by now, you realized that our technology is quite different from yours.”

“Yeah, obviously,” said Viktor, but if we take…”

“I’m really sorry to interrupt you, Viktor, but let me explain,” cut in Schamb. “Our energy is electricity, like everywhere else in the Universe, but we use a different… phase of it, something you haven’t discovered yet. It’s not a question of voltage, it’s on a different quantum level, meaning that none of our power is compatible with yours.”

“Also meaning that none of our equipment could be powered by the power plant you’ll be providing,” said Pete.

“Exactly. Here is what we propose,” she said, going to the screen and calling a new one. “We replace the control center the med bay and the two habitats with three new buildings. Habitat A, B, and the medical center plus the control center in the same building. In fact, only one habitat would be necessary, as they would be larger than those you have right now. One could be used as a temporary living quarters, or what you call a hotel, I believe.

A new pad would be built to replace Pad1, for visitor purposes or some other uses for your technology level, and of course, a new power plant.”

“And we will build the other landing pad at a later time?” asked Kim.

“There’s no need for a second landing pad,” said Schamb, looking puzzled. “Our ship uses gravity waves. We don’t need a landing pad. As part of the Alliance, we will provide.”

“Uh, okay, thank you. But what about the computer core? It would need our power supply to work, right?” asked Kim.

“Yes. We could use the rover’s generator. I believe we can power the generator with our power source. This generator would be powerful enough to provide power to the computer core and some other essential equipment.”

“Hum… I believe… Yes, that could work,” said Pete. “But we would sacrifice the rover for that.”

“Don’t you worry, my friends. We will provide,” said Tamara, smiling.

“Oh!” said Karen, surprised. “That’s wonderful and that’s a lot of… gifts from you. You already saved us. You’re under no obligation to rebuild everything. You’re not responsible for the asteroid. I’m sure we can salvage many parts of the actual station and we’ll be fine with it,” she said.

Schamb smiled. The warmest smile someone could ever make.

“Karen, and all of you,” she said, looking at the group, “you’ve done so much more. For the first time since we began a search for the cure, you gave us hope. And even more! This cure, if it works, simply involves… having sex.”

“If it works,” said Joanne.

“Even if it doesn’t work, Joanne,” said Tamara, “we never had so much pleasure for an orgasm, so… for us, it’s a win-win situation,” she said, smiling. “So? What do you say about our proposal?”

“When can we begin?” asked Karen.

“We can get down on the surface within the hour to begin. There’s a lot of work to be done, and with the low gravity, it’s gonna take even longer,” said Schamb.

Two hours later, they were dismantling some equipment but mostly gathering essential items, like food or specialized clothing and some hand-held tools, and storing them into containers that had been shipped down, before the demolition of the habs and medical center.

Another team, led by Pete, was preparing the way for the new power plant.

So far, almost everything was going to plan.

Almost.

One of the things they hadn’t prepared for was their new suit.

Their old suits had inserts that were mainly made for bodily functions. Their pleasure-producing thing was only a very welcomed side effect. They were not disturbing during normal activities, only when directly in contact with something vibrating did they do their… things.

However, Nagusians saw it on another level. They were made to induce pleasure as well as provide bodily functions. It was either that or they had been extremely lucky in their design…

The outcome was that during normal day activities, the devices were constantly stimulating them, keeping them, not necessarily aroused, but just giving a nice feeling. Now that they had to work hard, moving a lot, manipulating stuff, the inserts turned into active sex toys!

At first, they were trying to hide it. They were in the temporary habitat, installed on the Moon for the reconstruction, silently taking a break, when Viktor let it all out.

“I don’t want to sound pervert or anything but… this new suit is constantly, ahem… stimulating me. I don’t know if it’s an okay side effect or if it’s just me that is overly sensitive but, damn! I think I orgasmed three times just this morning, moving around and reading plans.”

Everybody spoke at the same time. The good news was that they ALL felt the same way.

“Oh, so that’s why you suddenly stopped and leaned against the support column while we were walking together?” asked Pete to Karen. “You said you were suddenly a little dizzy, and you put it on the low-gravity.”

“Well… having an orgasm while walking will make you a little dizzy,” giggled back Karen.

“So, let me get this straight,” said Joanne. “We are all having orgasms while doing regular stuff and we were all hiding it? You know, since the ‘toys’ can be removed without affecting our suits, maybe we can do just that. Not that I’m suggesting that I…”

“ARE YOU NUTS??” yelled Kim to Joanne. “Nobody. And I mean NOBODY is going to touch my toys without my consent.”

On the table was lying one of the small hand-held laser welding guns. She jumped to grab it and pointed it at herself.

“What the fuck are you doing?” said Lukas, ready to jump on her to take the gun off her hand, but, thanks to the low gravity, he mostly floated in slow motion, giving time for Kim to aim the gun at her steel belt closing hasp and fire, fusing it, then moved out of the way so that Lukas would simply land past her.

“What the hell did you do? Now, it will be impossible to take out unless it’s cut off,” said Karen.

“Well,” said Kim, looking in Karen’s direction, “tell me ONE good reason why you would want to take it off.”

Karen stayed mute. She turned her head to look around the room, at her fellow Lunarians, expecting an answer from somebody. Anybody. Pete answered first.

“Give me that gun!” he exclaimed, taking it and aiming at his own belt, fusing the closing mechanism.

A few moments later, they were heading out to continue their work, laughing, everybody having a charred splotch in place of the closing hasp of their steel belt.

Two months have passed.

By then, all the workers were used to seeing any one of the Lunarians stop what they were doing and simply stood still for a few moments, before resuming their work. They knew what was going on. And they were pleased with it.

The base was 90% operational. Already, the Lunarians had moved in, living in their own living quarters. The main work to be done was on the Nagusian-Moon power converter.

A small ship landed nearby. Came in Schamb in her tight metallic red spacesuit and wedge boots, and Grimash in his silver one, also sporting wedge high-heel boots. They slowly approached, hopping with the Moon’s low gravity.

“How are things going?” asked Schamb to Karen and Pete who had walked to meet them.

“We’re on the final stretch,” said Pete. “I’m still having some issues powering the generator up using your electricity but I’ll find a way. In a day or two this will be operational.

“We’ll be able to resume our normal operations in a day or two,” added Karen, except for the landing pad which would need another week of work.

“That’s good to hear,” said Grimash. “What are your plans for the land… sorry,” he said, putting a hand on the side of his head, receiving some telepathic message from the ship. His eyes lit up as he was nodding, and a large smile was forming on his face. At about the same time, they saw the Nagusian personnel start to jump up and down, to cheer, some coming hopping/running toward each other, giving hugs.

“What is going on?” asked Karen to Schamb, but she too, was only smiling and suddenly, grabbed Karen and hugged her, quickly giving one to Pete afterward.

“What was that for?” he asked, giggling.

But Schamb only turned to Grimash, waiting for him to tell the news.

“My friends, Trimaii just shared the wonderful news: we have one confirmed pregnancy.”

“That is wonderful!” exclaimed Karen, quickly calling the other Lunarians to share the news.

“We’re not out of the woods yet,” said Grimash. “A confirmed pregnancy is not a birth and it’s not without risks.”

“But it’s the first pregnancy in so many years! And all of this, thanks to some sex toys!” said Schamb, looking down at Karen’s belt, and only noticing the fused closing hasp. “What the hell happened here? Come back to the ship, we’ll fix it for you.”

Karen gently put her hand over the charred hasp. “No need. We did that on purpose.”

A small one-person ship landed near them, lifting some moon dust. Tamara, in her metallic-blue spacesuit, jumped out, waving at them. As she approached, Pete didn’t see the smile he was expecting.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as she reached the group.

“I couldn’t broadcast the news so I came here. Earth people are coming. They launched half an hour ago, and from what I can tell… it’s a warship.”

Season 2, EP 7 - Conflict

Archived Version

Scene 7-1 Earth People.

That was not the best way to inaugurate the new Moonbase briefing room but there they were, discussing a possible conflict with Earth. The Lunarians were there along with Grimash and Tamara.

“We knew we would have to deal with them. Probably not against a warship, but we knew it was coming, one day or another,” said Pete.

“We cannot forbid them access. The Moon is international territory,” said Kim.

“Why would be forbidding them access? They are not some strangers. They are from Earth. We are from Earth. We are the same people,” said Karen.

“They will want to steal our technology,” said Grimash.

“Of course they will. Who wouldn’t want to have it? The problem is, your technology is totally incompatible with our current one,” said Pete,” and I say that with experience.”

“What are we gonna do?” asked Tamara.

“We’re gonna welcome them, that’s all. We’re going to show them our new moonbase. We are Lunarians from Earth. We were sent here with a mission. We will continue that mission. Yes, some aspects of it have changed,” said Karen, rubbing her new suit, “but the premises are still the same: will a suit like that work? And from what we learned, the original suit wouldn’t have worked, so one direction to point the research to.”

“But, didn’t we declare independence from Earth?” asked Pete.

“Yes, the same as the USA declared independence from England. We do not deny them. We no longer respond to them. We are no longer dependent on them. We can still do work for them, and of course, welcome them if they want to come in peace.”

“We don’t want any contact with Earth people,” said Grimash.

“It’s your choice. Then I suggest you vacate the Moonbase. You have two days,” said Karen.

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” said Joanne.

“How?” asked Karen. “I’m not telling them to get lost. I’m not telling them to go back to their planet. I’m telling them that I’m not refusing people from Earth from coming here, and if they don’t want to meet them, they just have to leave the base,” she said. “Oh, shit! I hoped you understood it the right way, right?” she asked, turning to Tamara, suddenly concerned.

“Yes, we did,” said Tamara. “Remember that we can feel the emotions and it wasn’t said in a threatening way. We understand, and I suggest we follow Karen’s suggestion,” she added, looking at Grimash. “I heard you,” she added, looking at Karen.

Six hours later, the last Nagusian was leaving the Moon inside its transport bubble before the huge ship moved away, slowly at first, then producing a flash, disappeared, flying off elsewhere.”

“Just don’t go too far away…” mumbled Karen as she witnessed the ship disappear.

A little less than two days later, the Earth ship arrived and put itself in orbit above the Moonbase.

“Excalibur to Moonbase. Do you copy?” said Dr Lynda’s voice through the radio.

“This is Moonbase. We copy. Welcome, Excalibur,” answered Kim.

“We are coming down, whether you want it or not,” said Dr Lynda.

“You are welcome, Excalibur,” said Kim, surprised by the harsh directive. “However, our only landing pad isn’t operational, meaning that we can’t receive any ship that requires it. If you have a small shuttle that would do. If not, I suggest you get in contact with the ESA Moon Base. I know they have one that could be used for it.”

“Roger. We’ll be down in twenty minutes.”

“Good. I suggest you land near Bloc Four,” said Kim.

“And where the hell is that? You changed the names of the units?”

“Yes, it was getting confusing since we have fewer units than we had. Unit Four is the control center. It’s the largest of the buildings, next to the power station,” explained Kim.

She received no answer from the Earth Battleship. However, twenty minutes later, a small pod detached from the Battleship and landed near Bloc Four, after flying over the station, doing concentric circles, for sure, taking pictures and measurements.

It touched down, lifting a large cloud of dust when using its thrusters. They had to wait a good ten minutes to be able to open the door and get out. Lynda was there with five armed soldiers.

Karen and Pete were waiting for them, directing them to the entrance airlock. Of course, they didn’t trust the Lunarians and although they stated that all was fine, they waited for them to remove their backpacks and checked their own instruments before opening their helmets.

They looked around, turning their body slowly. Karen leaned her head sideways.

“Come on. Don’t you think we wouldn’t figure out you are filming? Get the cameras in your hands for fuck’s sake. We have nothing to hide. If you want to pop-open a panel to look inside, just do it.” said Pete, a little exasperated.

“If you’ll follow me, I will show you the new control room, and afterward, we can have a tour of the facility,” said Karen, inviting them with a gesture of the arm.

Karen showed them the new room, with advanced controls and a holographic display. From there, they could see and monitor every aspect of the station, in real-time. She showed them by going on the holographic display, using her hands, pointing to the research module, and using the classic two-finger gesture used on Earth’s tablets, zooming in, looking inside and even looking at Joanne doing some experiments.

“Nice movie,” mumbled Lynda.

Without a word, Karen zoomed out and instead selected the control module, zooming in and showing the group… looking at the holographic image of the group.

“What the fuck?” asked Lynda, turning around. “Where the hell is the camera?”

“There’s no camera. This is a holographic image based on the sensors embedded in the station. Here don’t move, I’ll zoom in on his face, here,” he said to one of the soldiers accompanying her. The face was featureless.

“See? It’s not an image but a holographic representation.”

“But…” began to say Lynda.

“This is a monitoring system. Not a surveillance or a spying device,” said Karen with a rather dry tone.

“Well, one thing I can see, or rather hear, is that they added a lot to your vocabulary and added some interesting intonations to the voices,” said Lynda.

“Oh, we’re not using a word interface anymore. They have partial telepathic technology. A device is reading our thoughts and converting them into speech, using what they sample from our voice from when we were out of our original suits.”

“It… speaks what you think?”

“Yes, and it takes a lot of training and self-control to say just what we want to say. That led to some very awkward situations at first,” said Karen, giggling. Now, do you want to take a tour of the facility? Pete will be happy to show you around and answer all your questions.”

“Frank, Jude, and John, you go with him. Kevin and Sam, you stay with me.”

“Wow. You’re giving military orders, now?” asked Karen, surprised.

“Yes, I have been promoted,” she said, rubbing her name. Only then that Karen noticed that, besides her name, the title CMDR was embroidered.

“Oh, sorry, Commander Lynda,” said Karen with a half salute.

“That’s not very… protocol.”

“I’m not military, so… live with it. Now, what do you want to know?” asked Karen.

“Why?”

“Why? I don’t know why you want to know or… Oh fuck! What the hell is this all about? What do you want?”

“I want to know why. Why did the Narsupians or whatever they call themselves help you? I want to know why they built this. I want to know why they changed your suit. I want to know why you made friends with them, I want to know when they will invade Earth. I want to know how to defeat them.” said Lynda, each time, getting closer to closer to Karen, to the point where she was poking her on her shoulder with her index finger. “And I want you to tell me!”

“Ouch!” said Karen, putting her hand where Lynda had poked her. “First, that hurts and there’s no need to be harsh. Secondly?… I don’t know why, and I don’t know how.”

Lynda puffed and defiantly crossed her arms.

“Explain!”.

Karen thought for a moment. Better tell the truth. Perhaps not all the truth but only the truth.

“Okay. We have made contact with them some time ago, prior to the asteroid incident.”

“How come we were never told?”

“Because she asked us not to tell you. They have been studying our civilization for some time, hiding on the far side of the moon. With our base and the Russians, they felt threatened, so they sent someone to sabotage stuff, but in such a way we would think some kind of ghost did it or the Moon had some secrets or something totally out of this world.

Our security cameras, linked to our visors, picked up something. It was a woman wearing some sort of cloaking device. We confronted her. She told us she meant no harm, that she shouldn’t have entered the base, but was very intrigued by our suits and our way of life, the feeding station, the vacbeds, etc.”

“You let an alien get inside the moonbase?”

“We did not let her in. She entered without our knowledge. She was invisible. Are you listening? Anyways, we let her go, stating that in the future, if she or they wanted to know something, they should simply ask.”

“And that’s it. You want me to believe that?” said Lynda, evidently not believing it.

“That’s the last time I heard of them. Before the asteroid, that is.”

“Oh, and you call them for help?”

“No, I didn’t. They showed up. I have never seen a ship that big of my life! In a blink, they neutralized the reactor and destroyed the asteroids. They took Pete with them. Afterward, they took their distance. We didn’t have any contact with them. I did not try to call them either. Nicole from the ESA Moon Base came to our rescue and we were trying to have something back on, you know, to eat, to sleep, to breathe. Viktor and Lukas tried to link the rover’s generator to what was left of the base when it failed. We would have soon been without power. Then they came back and took us all on board their ship.”

“You’re telling me they did all that by themselves, out of pure generosity?” asked Lynda.

“I don’t know why exactly, but yes they did,” said Karen walking a little, to change the mood and to clear her mind of what she was about to say next. Her latex skin creaked in the otherwise silence of the control room. She leaned against a table, sitting on one hip, feeling the tight latex compressing her leg. She liked it. Funny she had almost forgotten about the feeling.

“They took us on board their ship. We were kept separated from them. We were not to make any contact with the crew or passengers of their ship. We met their captain and their doctor, who explained the situation about Pete, that they needed to take his suit off but needed to know more about it. That’s when I called you. They needed someone in good health to make the first experiment. I volunteered.”

“Oh, yeah. Who would refuse to have a better suit, right? Because it’s better than mine, right?”

“Please, don’t tell me you’re jealous, Dr Lynda. “

“I… Well…”

“The fact is,” continued Karen, “that our, your suit, was flawed. Our skin didn’t react the way it was supposed to. Six years from now, the suit would have fused with our skin, making them totally unremovable. We would have been stuck for life. That’s why the other Lunarians decided to go on with the suit they proposed. This one can be removed at will. Everything can be removed at will in case of a medical emergency. Yes, it is enhanced but it’s better, and we can learn from it, create our own better suit for the next Lunarians,” said Karen with a large hope in her voice. “And they saved Pete. Isn’t that enough?”

“Oh, yes, it’s enough, Karen. It’s enough to raise suspicion. What did you give them in exchange?”

“Nothing. They asked for nothing. We asked to be sent back to the Moon, to get in touch with Earth to know what would be the next move. Then you came in and tried to bomb the protective coating of the reactor!” said Karen, this time, her tone was harsh, accusatory. “You tried to destroy the base, destroy us. So… we made a pact with them, that they will help us rebuild the base, and they said yes.”

“Ah, ha! You made a pact! It means that you gave them something. What was it?” said Lynda, dangerously approaching Karen.

“Nothing. I’m telling you. We gave them nothing,” said Karen.

“Oh yes, you did. All six of you. They treated you, medically speaking. Meaning they scanned you. They studied you. Am I wrong?”

“Of course they scanned us. They needed to. Our physiology is different than theirs. They needed to know.”

“That’s all I needed. Guards, arrest her,” she said to the soldiers.

“What? What for?”

“Treason.”

“Treason? But I didn’t tell them any secret, anything that could put the Earth in danger. Hell, they don’t want anything to do with Earth.”

“You’re so naive, Karen. They scanned you. They now know everything they need to know about our bodies, about her defenses, about how to create a bacteria or a virus that could destroy humanity. You sold us for some weird latex suit. Traitor!”

She picked her com-link.

“We’re going back to the ship. NOW!”

Ten minutes later they were lifting off. On board, was Karen, in handcuffs, cooperating without a fight. The Lunarians watched the shuttle fly toward the battleship, dumbfounded.

“What the hell happened here?” asked Joanne.

“I don’t know, but I will,” said Pete, heading for a com console, playing back the security footage, hearing everything.

“Shit!… Moonbase to Corrreus. I need to talk to Tamara.”

Scene 7-2 Prisoner.

Once inside the ship, she was placed inside a small cell. Of course, Earth hadn’t developed artificial gravity, so to counteract her weightlessness, she was… tied up to the wall, using the numerous attachment points of her suit. Karen suspected that the cell had been made especially with these features in mind. It was too specific to be a standard issue in a warship. Also, the lights were constantly on, giving her no sense of day or night.

She didn’t say a word. If questioned, she would simply answer yes or no, or ask for a lawyer. She was still an Earthling after.

The trip back to Earth lasted two days. She didn’t mind. Her suit provided the necessary dark screen for the night and light for the day. But she didn’t have to tell them.

Once on Earth, she was brought into a van, drove to some secret location, and put into another cell. This time she wasn’t restrained, but the cell was small, barely 2m x 3m, completely padded, with only a bed and her self-care station. No window and no apparent door once closed.

For close to ten days, according to the clock of her suit, she was left there. No visitors. The same light intensity. Again, thanks to her visor that was not a problem and she was not about to go crazy, although she was bored. They were testing her, probably scanning her, checking for radio communication, if she would tell anything. Something. They were probably even analyzing her bodily fluids. But she knew all she had to do was wait.

They were in for pretty boring results. She was very human. She was not under the influence of some strange substance and she was not trying to communicate with anybody and the reverse was the same. That was agreed upon. That was the mental message Karen sent to Tamara when she suggested they get off the Moon. Tamara had understood.

A small opening appeared in the door, then there was a crackling in some speakers hidden in the room. It was a man’s voice.

“You will go to the far end of the cell and link the provided chain to the loop at the front of your collar, then you will stand still, close to the wall, facing it. Do you understand?” said a calm but commanding voice.

Karen gave a thumbs up but in a “yeah, whatever” gesture, and went to the designated wall. A small chain had appeared through the padding. She linked it to her collar and put her arms down.

As soon as she did that, the chain was pulled in and she was pulled hard against the wall, the collar almost strangling her. She tried to reach it with her hands but it was too strong.

The door opened. Two soldiers entered, one aiming an assault rifle at her, the other slowly approaching.

“Stay calm. I will only link your ankles together and your wrists in your back,” said the soldier.

“Then tell the sucker who’s pulling on the chain to go easy, he’s strangling me!” said Karen.

But that changed nothing. She tried to stop struggling but she was having trouble breathing. The guard linked her ankles with a short chain and linked her arms together at the wrists. The pulling at her neck was released.

“Shit! No need to be that harsh. I have no intention to fight you,” she said, just before a bag was put over her head.

“Shut up and come,” she heard as the two guards firmly held her, one on each arm. They walked to exit the room and stopped at the door.

“I have found someone of your kind to make you talk,” she heard Lynda. And she had put an emphasis on “your kind”.

“What do you mean?” asked Karen.

“You know, one of your freaky people. Get her out of here,” she ordered.

Karen followed the tugs of the soldiers, sometimes losing her balance, hitting a doorframe, or tripping on something. She was blind after all. Well, the truth: she was doing her best to make believe. They have no clue about the features of her visor. She couldn’t exactly see through the bag, but she had sensors, infrared and stuff, that helped her navigate around, but she was not about to let them know that. The less they knew, the better it was.

She was led outside and put into a prisoner transport van, already equipped with attachment points. she was duly restrained on the wall of the van as they drove away to the other side of the city when they entered some sort of old stone and brick warehouse building.

She was freed from the van and with a chain attached to her front ring, was led to a dark corridor, lit with faint yellowish lights. It looked like an old prison with cells on either side of the corridor, and she could see devices in each cell that were not usually found in prisons. She had to work hard not to giggle. She recognized the place: a sex dungeon. A woman wearing a very tight-fitting leather catsuit, standing on tall high heel boots and a whip hung at her waist welcomed them.

“Let’s see who we have here,” she said as she pulled away the bag over Karen’s head. “What the hell is this?” she asked, evidently unprepared to see her slave wearing a helmet.

She turned around, looking at Karen’s suit, the chastity belt, and again, her head, and the helmet.

“How do you take that thing off?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” said one of the soldiers.

“It’s not made to be taken off,” said Karen. “None of it is.”

“Did I ask you?” asked the dominatrix.

“Hey, I was just trying to help,” answered Karen.

That pissed off the dominatrix.

“You will call me Mistress, and only when I allow you to talk. Do you understand?” she asked, putting her face next to Karen’s in a defiant way.

Karen nodded a simple “yes”. She was not to piss her off right off the start. There would be time for that. In the meantime, this was almost a fantasy come true. Her, a kinky fetishist, being tied up, teased and tormented, by a dominatrix. And for free! She was not to pass on it.

Mistress hooked a leash on her collar and immediately led her to the nearest cell. In it were a hanging body cage, an X frame and a pillory. She was led to the pillory and quickly tied up, hands and head through the holes before the top plank was put down and locked. Her feet were left free.

“We’ll start with a nice warm-up, shall we?” said Mistress, “to make you aware of who’s in charge.”

She took a small paddle and began to spank Karen. That wasn’t so bad. It was even interesting. So much so that Karen moved her feet to get more comfortable, and also, to raise her butt in a ‘hit me there’ way. In any case, that’s what Mistress thought of the message.

“Really?” she asked.

She picked another spanking paddle. A very large one, and began to gently hit Karen who didn’t react much. Oh, she liked it. Each blow was hitting her butt and also her chastity belt, which stroke her inserts. That was exciting.

She softly moaned in a ‘delight’ sort of way. Mistress responded by hitting her harder, and harder. From what she could see by turning her head, Mistress was looking as if she had a baseball bat and taking a hard swing. But Karen didn’t feel it more than the soft blows.

She was puzzled, and she came to the only conclusion: the suit. The suit was spreading the blow. The suit was actually protecting her, like an armor. The harder Mistress hit, the softer the blow was felt.

That was amazing, but the apparent resistance of Karen to the hits was pissing her off. Also, she shouldn’t give any clue about those secret features of the suit.

So, she made it as if she was holding it all in and just couldn’t anymore.

“Aaargh!” yelled Karen as she moved her butt out of the way in an ‘I’ve had enough, stop’ way.

“Oh, finally. Your breaking point,” said Mistress with an evidently satisfied tone, having won. “Too bad I’m just beginning,” she added, hitting Karen again, as hard as before.

Karen made a show of trying to avoid the spanking, playing along with the (false) pain.

Mistress stopped for a moment to pick something and kneeled at Karen’s feet. There, she installed a spreader bar and linked each outside ring of Karen’s ankles to rings on the pillory frame, forcing her into a position she could barely move out of, where she couldn’t move away from the hit, and resumed her spanking.

Karen tried her best to sound convincingly hurt, to add chosen expletives while in fact, she was getting really aroused. In reality, she had to fight back having an orgasm!

Finally, Karen’s knees were bending. Not out of pain, mind you, but from exhaustion of holding the orgasm. However, Mistress took that as a win and stopped her spanking.

“I guess you can figure out now who’s the boss here,” she said, moving in front of Karen, her heel clicking hard on the concrete floor, their sound resonating in the small brick enclosure. “You will answer my questions,” she added, crouching to put herself at Karen’s height, “everybody does,” she added with a creepy voice.

“Fuck you,” said Karen.

Oh, the change on Mistress’s face was priceless and Karen fought hard not to laugh. She had to use all of her control to block her thoughts from being spoken out loud.

Mistress grabbed Karen’s helmet and tried to pull it off.

“How do you get that thing off?” she asked. “I want to gag you.”

“Oh well, that would be impossible and useless,” calmly said Karen. “I’m already gagged, intubated and plugged. What you hear is my thoughts being processed by a speech translator.”

“What the fuck are you?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, really. A failed experiment, perhaps.”

Mistress stared at her for a moment and walked out, stomping her feet out of frustration, closing the cell door with a strong gesture, making it wobble as it automatically locked. Karen laughed.

She tried to position herself better. It was fun while she was being spanked, but now, that bend-over with leg spread position was not as amusing.

Imperceptibly, the suit tightened around her legs, around her hips, giving her more support. Only after a while, left there in that cell, that Karen realized that she wasn’t straining at all. She felt fine. Yes, she should have collapsed on her knees or something.

“That suit is amazing,” she said to herself. “It even takes the load off my legs! Awesome.”

She heard footsteps coming from the corridor. She changed position, displaying a more exhausted pose, knee half bent, hips twisted as if she had tried to get one knee down. Mistress looked at Karen as she unlocked the door.

“Ah, very good,” she said, calmly approaching Karen, her heels clicking and her tight leather catsuit creaking. She caressed her whip with her right hand.

“Ready to talk?” asked Mistress.

“About what? I’m not very aware of the latest sitcoms.”

“Very funny,” said Mistress, picking her whip and making it crack in the air before making some move of her arm and Karen felt a very hard and sharp sting inside her left thigh. She did that by standing about two meters in front of Karen.

“Ouch! Shit! That hurts,” said Karen. “How did you do that?”

“That’s not important. Now, answer my question: what was the deal with the Nagusians?” asked Mistress.

“You know the Nagusians?” replied Karen, a little stunned.

“Of course, I know about the Nagusians. Now, answer my question,” she said with a dry tone.

Karen finds it odd that Mistress would have been told everything about the Nagusians. That is not something that anybody, including Dr Lynda, would discuss with some stranger, especially someone she despised as being a freak. So, she decided to play with her.

“Well, you see, they have those tentacles and they wanted to know how it would feel if they inserted them into us. In exchange for that, they built us a house.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What are those tentacles thing?” she asked, her face showing disgust as well as surprise.

“You said you knew all about the Nagusians, right? Then what are they?”

“It’s a tribe in Central America. Now, stop playing with me and answer the question: what was the deal with them?”

Karen repressed a laugh.

“Oh, we are evidently not talking about the same Nagusians. The Nagusians I know are extra-terrestrials. See? I live on the Moon and they helped us deal with a life-threatening danger, and in exchange for putting their tentacles inside us, they provided us with a shelter.”

Mistress stood there, not moving, not talking, evidently pissed off, trying to decide what to do. She let out a long sigh.

She opened the pillory and then unlinked her ankles from it, leaving the spreader bar. She grabbed her by one of the rings of her collar and harshly pulled her backward against a wall, making Karen stumble and working hard not to fall as she didn’t care about Karen’s bound feet.

“Hey, easy!” exclaimed Karen. “I’m cooperating, no need to be rude!”

“Shut the fuck up,” said Mistress. “You talk nonsense, you get nonsense,” said Mistress as she grabbed Karen’s wrist and linked them to rings on the wall, high above her head, forcing Karen to stand as tall as she could on her ballet heels.

She freed her ankles but quickly linked them to more rings, spreading her legs more, almost lifting her feet off the floor. Most of Karen’s weight was now carried by her wrists.

She moaned as she gently squirmed in her bonds. Well… she liked it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” coldly said Mistress before leaving, making sure to lock the cell door.

“Hey! How about my needs? Don’t I have the right to food and water?”

Mistress stared at her through the closed gate for a moment and walked away.

Karen was left to herself, stretched high on the wall. She gently began to squirm. That actually felt good. she liked it. She liked the feeling of being restrained. She loved the tug feeling on her cuffs. She began to gently move her hips, making the inserts move with the chastity belt, just to tease herself a little.

Yes, that was good. Yes, she liked it. She was getting aroused. The more she pulled on her bonds, the more she felt the restraints, the more aroused she became.

Then, oh surprise, the inserts began to gently vibrate, to at least, that is what she felt. Could it be? Nah. Sex toys were never mentioned explicitly. But… she couldn’t deny it. Yes, the inserts were vibrating. Throbbing.

She struggled more and somehow, it felt as if the suit was getting tighter, and more, she felt as if the pull of the chains was increasing!

Her breath was shaking as she gently moved her hips, the only part she could move, the pleasure growing exponentially.

At this point, her brain let go of the thought control and what she felt was ‘spoken’. Moans, and grunts, were all exteriorized. But Karen didn’t even notice. She was too engulfed by the sudden pleasure, by the orgasm building up.

The stronger she struggled, the stronger the pleasure increased, until she exploded. She screamed, a scream she never thought her brain could produce. It was out of this world as much as the orgasm was. She never felt anything like that before, not even during the initial launch, strapped in the spacecraft with the lump pressed against her crotch.

She just hoped that the rings on the wall were well secured otherwise she would fly out of there.

The orgasm subsided, slowly. She kept rocking her stomach, her hips, pull on her restraints, to live the last drop of pleasure hormone rummaging her body. She had thought that it never occurred to her that the Nagusians would have BDSM ideas when making the suit.

She was panting, her breathing shortened by the crushing corset. She was smiling. The suit was reverting back to its ‘normal’. It was as if it was alive, learning, adapting. She opened her eyes to see a very pissed-off Mistress standing in front of her.

“What the heck was that?” she asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” answered Karen with a very sultry voice. Damn! That mind-to-voice processor was good! “I had an orgasm.”

“You are not to have any orgasm unless I allow it,” sternly said Mistress.

“Listen here, Mistress,” said Karen, putting a very hard emphasis on ‘Mistress’, “I am detained against my will. This is NOT an agreed-upon BDSM session. I have played your game enough. Now, you will release me. Shit! I can’t even use my safeword because WE NEVER AGREED ON ONE!”

“How or… WHAT are you?” asked Mistress. “I want to see your face! Take that… helmet off,” she said, grabbing her with both hands and pulling on it. Karen felt the suit immediately stiffen, like protecting her. Yes, the suit was intelligent. Somehow.

“I don’t even know how to take it off myself,” calmly answered Karen.

“Are you a fucking… robot or something?”

“Nope. I am as human as you are,” said Karen.

“Prove it!”

“… How?… Please, tell me how I can prove it I’m human and I will comply. I can say to sample my stool, but you can say that it had been made to look like human waste. I can say to get me through a scanner, but you could say that the human is false and a trick. You can drug me and see the effect, but you could say that I’m acting. I have no more way to prove to you that I’m a human than you can prove that I am a robot.”

“Take the helmet off. If I can see your face, then I believe you,” said Mistress.

“I can’t,” replied Karen.

“Then I will take care of it,” she said, stomping out of the cell, to come back very quickly with… a hammer?

“What the fuck are you doing?” said Karen, afraid.

“I’m gonna see through that visor. Last chance to take it off,” said Mistress, preparing to swing the hammer.

Scene 7-2 Rescue.

“I can’t tak… ” said Karen, but she didn’t have time to finish that Mistress had hit her.

The hammer sprung back from the visor. Somehow, the helmet dampened the hit as Karen barely felt it, but that didn’t make Mistress back off. She swung the hammer again, and again, and again. Karen was asking her to stop, softly at first, then more and more aggressively, but Mistress had no intention of complying. She seemed enraged, hitting harder and harder.

At one point, she aimed for the headphones, or the cylinders over Karen’s ears hitting it repeatedly. At one point, it gave up, separating from the helmet. Karen felt a pull of the plugs inside her ear. Some strange sparks flew out from the opening. It wasn’t exactly electrical sparks as the Nagusian technology didn’t use exactly electricity, but there were some colorful flashes, which made Mistress believe she was hitting the right spot.

Karen was trying to move away from her, but she was too well restrained. Suddenly, it was as if the suit died out. All the displays inside her visor disappeared and the visor reverted to a dark black from which she could barely see through. The suit and helmet also seemed to lose their armor-like properties.

Now, she was feeling the blows. Every blow. She couldn’t call for help, she couldn’t tell her to stop as the speech processor was also dead. She felt the hit on her head, harder and harder. It hurt, and at one point, she began to literally see stars, until her head fell, numb. She was unconscious.

Mistress pulled off what was left of the earphone and saw some flesh, blood, and strange luminescent fibers going inside the ear.

“A fucking robot! I knew it!”

Karen was coming back to her senses, her head hurting. She tried to struggle, but she was too weak. She could feel blood pouring from wounds on her head from the hammer hits. She couldn’t see but someone else was there with Mistress. But the strength, it felt like a man. Far from her to think that that man was one of Mistress’s slaves, and was dressed in a pinky fluffy dress with a pacifier as a gag.

They carried Karen out of the cell to another one, where she was let down, falling on the floor, half kneeling. Her collar was chained to the wall and another chain was linked from her chastity belt to the floor. Her hands were tied in her back and her ankles together. And she was left there. She faintly heard the sound of the door being closed and locked.

She was hurting. She was half deaf, blind, and unable to move much. All she could do was think, hard, very hard, attempting to send a telepathic message to the Nagusians that she was in trouble and needed help.

She had no direct sense of time but it took a long time before she heard more voices, one she recognized: Lynda.

She looked at the hole on the side of her helmet and seemed to have a heavy discussion with Mistress. She could barely hear, and her head was pounding, but she could make up that Mistress had been offered a substantial sum of money to make Karen talk, and this was not part of the deal.

She heard a cell phone ring, Lynda answering, her voice sounding panicky. At the same time, there was a strange low-pitch hum that seemed to come from everywhere: the floor, the walls, the air.

Inside the cell, two swirling light bubbles appeared from the ceiling, seamlessly passing through the thick stones. They were making crackling sounds, like static electricity, as they got down to the floor, before disappearing, revealing two more Karen-like people, one male and one female.

“Pete? Joanne? What the fuck are you doing here? How…?” she thought, unable to speak.

“Shit! What the fuck did you do to her?” said Joanne, looking at Karen’s wounds and Lynda. “She came peacefully. Pete, we need to cut those chains,” she added.

Pete produced a small handgun and fired at the chains, melting them with some sort of energy pulse.

Two bubbles reappeared, one wrapping Pete, the other Joanne and Karen, before lifting up, passing through the ceiling.

Outside, people were in awe, looking at that extremely huge ship, hovering over the city, a ship itself as big as a city, then witnessed two luminous blue balls rising up from an old building and disappearing inside the ship.

With a very loud and low-pitched hum, the ship raised in altitude, turned left, and accelerated quickly, much more quickly than anything that size “should” be able to do, producing a very large bang and quickly disappearing in the sky.

An hour later, a video message was broadcast, picked up by every device able to display images. It showed a group of 5 people, all dressed in shiny black latex, their heads covered by a shiny helmet. In front of them, was a man, looking a little like a reptile. He seemed to speak in every Earth language at the same time.

“My name is Grimash. I am the captain of the Corrreus, the Nagusian Starship currently orbiting the Moon. I am with the Lunarians, the former NSLA astronauts. Well, most of them as one of them had been badly beaten and hurt recently on Earth,” he said as an image of Karen’s badly mangled head appeared. “We came in peace, but apparently, not everybody agrees. From now on, we will protect the Lunarians with all the force required. We will reply with any attack with equal force. Lunarian Territory is therefore closed to any outsiders.”

The broadcast ended with the display of the Nagusian-Lunar Alliance logo for fifteen seconds, then disappeared.

Season 2, EP 8 - After Care and Aftermath

Archived Version

Scene 8-1 Recovery.

Karen’s helmet and hood had been removed. She was lying on a bed in the medical bay. Trimaii along with a nurse was by her side, running diagnostics. She set up some equipment over Karen’s head and had a long look at the displays, before making a slightly positive nod and walking out of the isolation compartment.

Joanne, Pete, Grimash and Tamara were waiting for the news. The rest of the Lunarians were patiently waiting outside as there wasn’t enough room for all of them in the small intensive care area.

“She should make it. The injuries are severe: concussion, fractured skull, they almost took her left eye out. Her head is damaged but not the inner ear. Might take a few days for her body to reconstruct itself with the help of our serum. We’re helping as much as we can.” she said, with a comforting smile. “We’re keeping her sedated for the moment. You can go see her, but she won’t notice you’re there.”

Joanne and Pete looked at each other. It was obvious that a heavy weight had been lifted off their shoulders. They walked into the isolation room and stood next to Karen. Pete took Karen’s hand in his, gently squishing it to send the message that they were there, that she was being taken care of.

“Oh gosh. I think she squeezed back. It was faint but I’m sure I felt it,” said Pete.

Joanne gently rubbed Karen’s arm.

“Hang in there, girl. Be strong. You’re gonna be alright,” she said.

They waited a few more moments then walked out to join the rest of the Lunarians, Tamara and Grimash having already shared the news.

“So, what do we do now?” asked Kim.

“You can’t do much more here. I’m not telling you to leave, but we’ll take care of Karen,” said Grimash, “meaning you can go back to the Moonbase. If you prefer, you can stay here for as long as you want.”

Tamara put a finger at her temple.

“Excuse me, I have a call,” she said, heading for the nearest terminal. During this time, the Lunarians were discussing their next plan of action.

“We should stay,” said Kim. “What if she wants to see us when she awakens?”

“We could be here shortly after. We have stuff to do at the Moonbase. We have to think about what we will do with Earth. They’re not about to let us go that easily. I wonder how the situation is down there.” said Viktor.

“It’s rather chaotic,” said Grimash. “Our existence has been kept a secret, until now. The governments have a lot to answer and there’s a lot of panic going on, they are afraid of an invasion, etc.

“But we, you, haven’t attacked them.”

“Not directly, Kim, but when we entered the atmosphere, the force field protecting our ship did screw the orbit of a few satellites, and I must point out that you have a lot of junk floating up there. Anyway, if some of those satellites were linked to a military operation, some countries might call for an invasion, or imply that a disruption of their communication was an attempt at destabilizing them or whatever they can think of. And some other countries might want to use the opportunity to… You have a very fucked up planet.”

“Yeah we have, and they can think of a lot of things,” mumbled Lukas.

“I am sorry to interrupt but I need to know who’s the leader of your group in the absence of Karen. Someone wants to talk to you,” said Tamara who had walked back to the group.

“Who is it?” asked Pete.

“It’s Nicole, from the ESA moonbase.”

“I’ll take it,” said Joanne. “She probably wants to know about Karen’s status,” she said, heading off with Tamara.

“Hey! Nicole. How are you doing?”

“I’m… okay,” she said, looking on each side as if being watched. “Listen… I need to talk to you in private. When can we meet?”

“Woah. That doesn’t sound good,” said Joanne. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that it’s mayhem here since your little visit to Earth and things are… well… I need to meet you. Tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.”

“Oh… Erm… we’re on the Nagusian Starship right now. We can be at the moonbase, say tomorrow? Will that do? 13:00, standard time?”

“Yes, that will be perfect,” she said, showing a little smile. “How… how is Karen? I heard she had been pretty beaten up.”

“Yeah, hammer strikes on the head would do that to you,” said Joanne.

“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Nicole, eyes wide.

“She’s gonna recover. It will take a couple of days as they had to take her helmet, hood, well, you know, the whole head devices off. But she’ll be fine.”

“Okay, that will ease the tension here. Thank you. See you tomorrow,” said Nicole before cutting the comlink.

“Looks like we’re going back to the Moonbase,” said Pete who was standing out of the field of view of the camera.

“Looks like it. She asked for me, tho. You’re not…”

“Nah. That’s a reason to go back to… our home.”

Scene 8-2 The Meeting.

The shuttle gently glided into the dark sky and stopped, hovering over the Lunarian Moonbase.

“Nicoleto Moonbase,” she called. “Do you copy?”

“Moonbase here. Glad to see you, Nicole. But… I thought you were coming alone,” answered Joanne.

“Uh… You… You can see that?” she said, frantically looking behind her, where there was no one.

“Yes, Nicole. The Nagusians updated our equipment. I can detect, 8 life forms, including yours. What’s going on?”

“Ah… well. I and I alone will meet with you, and only if you agree, the rest of the group would like to join,” said Nicole.

“And… who is this group?”

After some more exchange, Joanne gave the okay for the shuttle to land on the newly operational landing pad. The Nagusians had worked double to make it operational while Karen was on Earth, not knowing the outcome.

Nicole got out and went through the airlock where she met, on the other side, Pete, Lukas, Viktor, Kim and Joanne.

“What is this all about?” asked Pete.

“These people are the representative of every moonbase: China, Japan, India, Russia, Canada, United States and the ESA. They want to join the NLA. They want to declare independence from Earth. They want to make the Moon an independent and sovereign colony.

“Woah!”, “Huh”, “Shit”, and “No way” were an approximation of the expletive heard.

“The NLA has never been created for such a goal. I doubt the Nagusians will want to be involved with it,” said Pete.

“We can maybe create a Moon Alliance, a United Moon Nations or something like that, to start with,” said Lukas. “Let’s see if we can get everybody on the same wavelength first.”

“Oh, we are already. There were thoughts amongst them even before the Nagusians came into view,” said Nicole.

“But all of those representatives are from nationally owned and operated bases, doing mainly research. What about the privates? There’s a lot of privately owned bases here,” said Pete.

“We have to involve the Nagusians on this,” said Lukas, as everybody else was telling his or her input, all at the same time.

“Guys, guys, calm down,” said Pete, raising his arms to get the attention. “One step at a time, here. First, we have to hear them. It might be something we don’t want to go with, in the first place. There might be some issues they haven’t thought through, and we have to meet them to explain our link with the Nagusians. I honestly doubt the Nagusians will like to be involved but we have to give everybody a chance to express their opinions, don’t we?”

After a little more discussion, Pete proceeded to ask each and every one of the Lunarians requesting a yes or a no answer. Only all ‘yes’ would make it go forward.

“Only if all of them agree that this is only to hear what they have to say, we go forward. You got that?”

“Absolutely, Pete,” she said with a relieved smile. “Give me a minute.”

She went back to the shuttle and when the airlock door opened again, she was surrounded by seven people, all smiling and stunned by the sight.

“I have heard about it but didn’t think it was real,” said the representative for Japan.

“Yeah, we get that a lot,” mumbled Viktor.

“Welcome to the Lunarian Moonbase,” said Pete, making a gesture to go forward. “This way, please,”

Puzzled by the Lunarians’ outfits and the Nagusian technology, they were looking everywhere, trying to assimilate. They were led to a conference room, each slowly taking a seat, looking everywhere, discovering, learning, observing.

“Where are… you know… the E.T.s?” asked asked the US representative.

“Nagusians. They are called the Nagusians,” said Pete a little exasperated especially by the tone of the question. “They are not here, not on The Moon. They don’t want to be involved in Earth’s politics.”

“That’s not surprising, after what they have done to them. I would be also pissed off if one of my group was killed,” said the Russian as they entered the conference room.

“And tortured!” said the Canadian one.

“All this to get their hands on their death ray thing,” said the Indian.

“Hey, woah! What the hell are you talking about?” asked Pete.

“What they say on the news,” said the German representative of the ESA Moon Base, a short blond woman, “that they captured an extra-terrestrial and were questioning him about the big weapon the E.T. was going to exchange again some gold or something.”

Pete was nodding his head in disbelief while the other Lunarians were looking at each other, completely appalled by what they were learning.

“Misinformation and conspiracy theories seem to be still running strong on Earth,” said Viktor.

“Please, please, guys, quiet down. This is all false,” said Pete, trying to use a reassuring voice. “I’ll tell you what REALLY happened,” he began, telling the story from the asteroid onward.

It was dead silent in the room when he was done, everybody having to sink in the truth and how much they had been manipulated and misinformed by their own people.

“I… I think that makes the point,” said the woman from the ESA Moon Base. “I think it gives the fuel to convince our people to join the NLA. Earth is a terrible place. I don’t know for the others, but I’m convinced I don’t relate to Earth anymore.”

There was a general mumbling, everybody looking at everybody and somewhat acknowledging, some completely, some with reserve.

“The thing is,” said Pete, “that the NLA has never been created with this purpose. It was for us and the Nagusians to join forces because we helped each other.”

“Yeah, how did you help each other?” asked the Chinese representative. “You didn’t explain that.”

“Because we’re not allowed to discuss it. How the Nagusian helped us is quite obvious,” said Pete, making a broad gesture to englobe the new moonbase. “How we helped them is to be kept on a need-to-know basis. One thing I can assure you, it doesn’t pose any threat to Earth or the Moon or any other planet, star, or device of the Solar System or the whole galaxy for all I know.”

“Just the fact that you keep it a secret means that…” began to say the Russian but Pete cut him off, raising one finger from his right hand while putting her left hand at his head.

“I’m receiving a radio communication from the Nagusians… Yes, Tamara… You’re sure?… And that’s fantastic! Thank you and a big thank you to Trimaii… Yes…”. There was a long pause. “… Yes, understood Tamara,” he said before turning his attention back to the crew, looking around the room at the Lunarians and the representatives.

“The Nagusians allowed me to tell you this, nothing more: When they treated me, they discovered something within our bodies, within our biological processes, that helped them find a cure for a plague that had been ravaging their home planet for decades. We didn’t give them any military secret or anything of that nature that would threaten the security of Earth or the Moon. We help them cure an illness… by LOOKING at how our body works. Think of it like, hum… You might have heard about the wood frog, a species of frog found in the northern half of North America. That frog will freeze during winter, its body going into sustained animation. Then when the spring arrives, it will thaw back, from the inside out. Now, let’s say you’re a biologist and you find a badly hurt wood frog. You take it to some medical facility and you operate it. However, by doing so, you discover something within its body that explains that behavior and that very same thing will save your species. You can see that? Well, that’s what the Nagusians did with me. They saved me but at the same time, what they learned saved them. That’s all. ” he said, making a pause, looking at the room. “We, technically, saved their civilization when they took a peek inside my body. And now, for the second news,” he said, looking mostly at the Lunarians, “Karen just woke up. She’s feeling fine.”

There was a general sigh of relief amidst the Lunarians.

“That’s a very good news,” said Nicole.

“I want to see her,” said Joanne.

“Yes, they thought you would. A bubble is on its way. Just wait for It,” said Pete.

A short moment later, a luminous, blueish ball appeared to come through the ceiling and wrapped Joanne, only to move back upward, carrying her with it, passing through the solid matter of the station. Lukas answered the stunned expressions of the representatives.

“Nagusian standard transport methods between ships or ship to planet. It can cover about two thousand kilometers in a straight line.”

“Oh, really? Then why did they enter Earth’s atmosphere to rescue Karen? They could have done it from twice the altitude of the orbital stations,” asked the Chinese man.

“One of the reasons was that Karen’s signal was very weak. Her transmitter had been compromised and she was buried under many stories of concrete, bricks and steel. They are extra-terrestrials, not magicians. The second reason was to display a show of force. Having done it from orbit would have gone mostly unnoticed, almost like magic,” explained Pete.

“Oh, they got noticed, alright,” said the Indian, giggling. “Okay, now what?”

“Now what… what?” asked Pete.

“What do we do now?” asked the Indian.

“Euh… I’m not sure I understand. You asked to meet us. What do you want?” asked Pete.

“We want to be part of the Nagusian-Lunar Alliance. It’s that simple. How much do you want?” asked the American.

“How much do we want?”

“For the membership fee, or whatever you call it. We all have to pitch in our contribution and stuff.”

“Okay,” said Pete. “First of all, I’m not a politician. None of us are,” he said, browsing the group of Lunarians. “Second of all, I just explained how the NLA was created and why. It was never created with the intent of including the whole moon and making it independent from the Earth. I can’t speak for the Nagusians. However, I doubt they will go on with it. They have no reason to take sides. They protect us because we helped them. I’m pretty sure they will not agree to englobe the whole moon.”

“But…” said the ESA member.

“But…” cut in Pete, “If there’s some kind of Lunar coalition, a… I don’t know, a Lunar Treaty Organisation, I believe we could be part of it, but leave the Nagusians out of it.”

“Well, we thought that…” said the Japanese.

“Do you have something ready? Do you have demands? Expectation? What will this Organisation do? Who will lead it? What is the goal of it?” asked Lukas. “Being German, I’m ready to defend the ESA but… what should I fight for?”

They all kept silent.

“Listen, people,” said Pete. “We, the Lunarians, have declared sovereignty over this moonbase. We are no longer associated with Earth. Currently, you are. Consider this base, this room as neutral territory. You are welcome to stay for as long as you want. We have plenty of spare rooms to share and we can accommodate you with food and all the necessities for the time it will take for you to come up with some kind of constitution, chart of rights, call it what you want, some document we can work on. And make sure this is all done democratically, with votes and stuff. Any elections or one is named de facto? How the representation of every settlement will be made? What do you do with the private companies? By treaty, the Moon belongs to all and nobody. How can you suddenly claim it as yours? I cannot and will not guarantee you that we will join the New Union or that the Nagusians will want to have any part in it. Am I clear?”

“Yeah”, “We didn’t think of that”, “That’s a lot of work”, “Damn”, and “Shit!”, were among the answers given.

“I strongly suggest you put your ideas on the table. Each seat has a terminal. It’s pretty straight forward and you will learn to use it in no time. Take notes, prepare documents, and do what you have to do. If you need us, just call us. Nicole knows how to operate the com console,” said Pete, walking out with the Lunarians in a concerto of creaking latex, leaving the Moon People to decide.

He stayed behind a little as the door closed, just to see what would go on.

“Okay, who is the leader?” asked the Russian. “Nobody?” he asked as nobody raised a hand, “Then I’ll do it.”

“Woah, wait!” said someone else. “Why you? Shouldn’t we vote first?”

“Then I vote for Ramid!” said one.

“I vote for Kenny,” said another one.

Pete saw Sandra, the ESA representative, put her face in her hand in disbelief. Peace on The Moon wasn’t going to be easy.

Scene 8-3 The Suit is Alive!

Karen opened her eyes and blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the medical room. She was still seeing foggy. A shadow leaned over her.

“You’re gonna be okay,” said a familiar voice she recognized.

“Thank your Trimaii,” she answered in a weak whisper.

Trimaii smiled at her and sent a telepathic message to Grimash and Tamara about Karen being awakened. They rushed to the medical bay to see her, then called Pete to share the good news. Half an hour later, Joanne was also by her side.

By this time, Karen was sitting on her bed, getting better by the minute, although she was in no condition to wander off.

“Your face looks like a newborn’s face. All pinkish and wrinkly,” joked Joanne.

“Yeah, very funny,” giggled Karen. “I honestly don’t recall much of what happened after she began to hit me with that hammer.”

“The recording from your visor shows her hitting you repeatedly until it turned off from the impacts. Her face was full of rage. That was quite… disturbing,” said Joanne.

“I really don’t know what came to her. I might have been in cause there, being a little too snarky, but damn. That was overreacting. Good thing the suit protected me.”

“Yeah, a layer of fabric always helps, although I doubt it really protected you against those hits,” said Trimaii.

“Oh, no, no. it DID protect me, and even… pleased me,” she said, recalling how the suit tightened around her, or spread the hits so she would feel almost nothing, or just what it was needed to have an orgasm. “I’m telling you, this suit is an armor! A living armor.”

“That is… not supposed to. It’s synthetic polymers and rubber compounds. We build nothing remotely intelligent within it, except for the visor, but even then. I don’t understand,” said Trimaii.

“Well, just try it. I can feel it working right now, tightening to how tight I like it but allowing me to move. Go on, hit me with something hard,” said Karen.

“I can’t do that,” said Trimaii.

“Sure you can, and if anything goes wrong, I know a good doc that will take care of me,” she said with a wink, “Or Joanne can do it.”

Joanne smiled, and gave Karen a hard slap of the hand on her thigh. Karen barely reacted.

“Ah, come on, hit harder. With your fist or… don’t you have a prybar lying around somewhere? Something hard!”

Joanne gave another swing, this time with her fist. Then another one, harder as Karen only giggled after the first one.

“You’re faking it,” said Trimaii.

“No, I’m telling you. The suit seems to harden and spread the hit all over, lessening the blow,” said Karen.

“I can feel a difference between gently pushing on it and hitting it. You a little like a Newtonian liquid, like corn starch, where you can softly put your hand in it but when you hit it, it becomes solid,” said Joanne.

“That’s weird. Get back down, I’m gonna scan you while you get… abused,” said Trimaii.

Karen laid down, and Trimaii looked at the readings while Joanne hit her.

“What the hell are you doing?” they heard Tamara ask behind her.

“It’s a science experiment,” giggled Joanne. Of course, they had no way of knowing the reference*.

(*Back To The Future Part III, for those of you who are clueless about the ‘Classics’.)

“That is… fucking weird,” said Trimaii.

Karen giggled.

“Wow, Trimaii, you’re taking Earthling now?”, she said, having never heard Trimaii curse like that before.

“Yeah, well… it’s because IT IS fucking weird. You are right. The suit is reacting to the hit. Almost like it’s… alive,” said Trimaii.

“Wait. I want to try it,” said Joanne, swinging her arm against a console. “Ouch!! That hurt… and I didn’t hit that hard.”

Trimaii frowned.

“Get to the other bed, I’ll do a comparison,” said Trimaii.

“What the hell is going on here? Why are you trying to hurt yourselves?” said a confused Tamara.

“Later, Tamara. I need more data. Ready Joanne? Here we go,” said Trimaii as she hit Joanne, then looked at the display, grinning in a perplexed way.

She went back to Karen, hit her, then again to Joanne.

“I don’t understand,” said Trimaii. “Something is wrong… and… what the heck?…” she said, heading back to Karen, pulling out another sort of scanner, this one with the (alien) bio-hazard symbol clearly printed on it.

“What the fuck?” asked Karen as Joanne got up from her bed to look.

“What is this thing?” asked Joanne.

“I… I need to make a call,” said Trimaii, rushing out of the room.

“What the heck is going on here?” asked Tamara, looking right and left.

Karen was back sitting on her bed with a confused and anxious look, looking back and forth between Joanne, Tamara and Trimaii leaving.

“I wish I knew,” she said, looking at her hands.

“You want what?” asked a very puzzled and shocked Kim.

“I want you to hit Pete, on the back of the thigh, with a heavy tool, something rigid. Not enough to break his bone, but enough to hurt. This is very important. You must take him by surprise.”

“What am I looking for?” she asked

“His reaction,” simply answered Trimaii.

Nervous, she complied. She grabbed a wrench from the maintenance shop and walked to the meeting room where Pete was discussing with the representative. The door of the room opened without a noise. Lukas had a glimpse as to who was coming in, but nothing more. He didn’t notice her holding the wrench. She quickly walked behind Pete and took a swing.

The Canadian representative was talking.

“… And we think that with this propose… what the fuck?… Hey! Pete! Watch out!!” he yelled.

Pete felt a sharp blow behind his thigh. It hit hard but didn’t hurt. His leg seemed to stiffen with the blow, preventing him from getting injured. Viktor jumped on Kim to pin her to the ground. She let go of the wrench.”

“Oh, Woah! I’m okay, stop it. It was a test, ordered by Trimaii,” yelled back Kim as the whole room got up to get involved and understand what was happening.

“What kind of test was that?” asked Lukas as Viktor was firmly holding Kim with her arms behind her back.

“I don’t know. I swear. She told me to hit him hard with a heavy tool and watch his reaction.”

“And?…” said Lukas, turning to Pete. “Are you alright?”

Pete seemed puzzled, unsure.

“Pete?” repeated Viktor.

“I’m fine… and that is strange,” he said.

“Strange? How?” asked Lukas.

“Well, she hit me rather hard but… I barely felt it. It was as if the… as if the suit changed, reacted to the blow, protected me. Was that what you were testing?” he asked Kim.

“I don’t know more. That’s all she asked. She didn’t explain why as it could alter the conditions of the test.”

Pete put his hand at his helmet.

“Yes… Oh… Really?… Wow… Okay, here we go,” he said, punching hard Lukas on the shoulder.

“Ouch! Hey that hurt,” he said as he lost his balance, walking backward.

“Now, hit me back!” Said Pete.

“What the fuck is all that about? asked Lukas.

“Shut up and hit me. HARD!” said Pete.

The representatives were in shock, looking at a bunch of latex-clad people hit each other.

Lukas took a good swing and hit Pete. The hit was strong. Pete twisted backward a little but nothing more.

“What the hell?” asked Lukas. “You should have flown backward with that hit!”

“Yes, I should but, like Kim’s hit, I barely felt it…. Okay, Trimaii, what is this all about?”

Everybody was in the conference room, minus Karen, still healing on the Corrreus, plus Trimaii. The representatives were eying that green-skinned alien as if she was an extra-terrestrial. (yeah, I know… bad joke)

“You’re sure you want me to discuss this in front of those people?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Pete. “Words of whatever you’re going to say are going to end up on Earth, badly misunderstood. I want them to hear it from your mouth so that everything is clear.”

“Uh… Okay then. I will try to be as precise as possible: Your suit Pete, as well as Karen’s are, I should say… alive. Sort of. We used nanobots to build the suit. Those nanobots, once their was job done, should have ceased functioning. Somehow, they didn’t. Now, instead of simply adjusting the suit, they are… morphing it. Basically, they can change its structure, to protect against a blow for example, or do some… other stuff.”

“Other stuff? Like what?” asked Kim.

“Well…” answered Joanne, “It’s complicated to explain but BELIEVE ME, it’s nothing dangerous, on the contrary.”

“But why them? We all have the same suits, right? Oh, I think I know: ours have not activated yet, is that it?” asked Lukas.

“No, yours won’t become like that,” said Trimaii.

“Then why them?” asked Viktor.

“Because we got treated,” said Pete.

“We all got treated,” said Viktor.

“No. I received a curing serum to help with my burns, and as I recall, I was told that Karen went into shock when they removed her suit, which called for the same serum, while for you, the perks had been worked out and you didn’t need any serum. Am I close?” asked Pete.

“That is the only common point we found between you two,” said Trimaii.

“So, what’s the outcome?” asked Pete.

“That’s the problem. We do not know. What we know is that it’s currently impossible to take Pete’s suit off. I had a hard time peeling the hood off Karen’s head, so her suit might become like his soon. I thought it was the wound and the blood that had flown around but in the last scans I looked at, taking any part of the suit off would be like skinning you. I am sorry, Pete.”

“What can you do? Will I get in pain? How is Karen’s healing?” he asked. “Can you… turn off the nanobots?”

“As far as we know, there’s no pain associated with it. Karen is doing fine and she’ll be able to get out of med bay in four to five days. As for the nanobots, they are self-controlled. We have no means to shut them off.”

“Hey, it’s like you now have… superpowers!” said Lukas.

Scene 8-4 The Incident.

Two weeks. It has been two weeks of the representatives arguing over each other about everything. They could not come up with anything they all agreed on.

After the first few days, Nicole had been called back with the shuttle at the ESA Moon Base, leaving the representatives ‘stranded’ with the Lunarians. It was almost a good thing since it forced them to work out a solution as no one could simply walk out. The shuttle could be brought back with a two-hour notice.

Pete and Karen, now back at the Moonbase, were looked upon as ‘special people’, Viktor often played pranks to see how their superpowers had evolved. Karen has explained to Pete how the suit would react, and what to try, and what to avoid.

Now, with the practice, they only had to think about the suit becoming tighter or stiffer and the suit would comply. The other Lunarians were, at the same time, jealous and cautious, not knowing the outcome or not being able to take the suit off. Ever.

One of the representatives, Sandra from Germany, was especially curious about the suit. Not necessarily Karen’s but their suit in general and if it would be possible to get one.

But her inquiries were quickly dismissed. They were not there to provide a kinky suit to everybody but to save the Moon.

She and Tamara had been getting closer and closer. At first, the general thought was that she was just interested in the suit, but it turned out that the attraction was… deeper. They were often seen sitting together, distancing themselves from the rest of the group, and looking at their eyes, anyone could see that something was going on.

But come on. An Earthling with a Nagusian?

On the other hand, it made Tamara attend a lot more negotiating sessions than she should have, and it was appreciated by the Representatives. They were, once or twice, seen holding hands.

At one point, Kim saw them getting out of a bedroom, together, giggling, walking fast, trying to avoid her stare. Whatever. It was none of her business.

And it was just another day. The Lunarians were sitting in their common area, relaxing.

“Almost time to go see their progression,” said Karen, pointing with her thumb in the general direction of the guest’s quarters.

“It’s about time they either make a decision or leave. It’s been two weeks and as far as we can tell, there hasn’t been any progress since day one,” said Pete.

“Totally agree,” said Viktor. “I’m eager to fall back to my little routine,”

“Yeah, me too, “said Lukas. “I want to be able to take a nap in the middle of the day without having to jus… what the hell is that?” he asked as an alarm sounded.

“Reactor core alarm? What the heck?” said Kim. “Isn’t this thing coated and dead?”

Pete was quick to call and retrieve the information on his visor.

“High radiation level alarm, Block 4, lower lev… shit, it’s the conference room!” he said, rushing out and, thanks to the low Moon’s gravity, pretty much flew down the stairs to the floor level.

He had to override the automatic door to be able to enter. Someone was on the ground with some of the group around her.

“What is that alarm? What happened?” asked one.

“It’s a radiation alarm. I should ask what happened,” said Pete who was followed by Lukas and Viktor.

“I don’t know what happened. Sandra was looking out the window. She collapsed and she has that nasty burn on her right chest, and that alarm sounded.”

“What the hell?” asked Pete.

“EVERYBODY, STAY AWAY FROM THAT WINDOW”, yelled Viktor.

“Why? What’s… OH!” said Pete, as he adjusted the sensibility of his visor and he was able to see the radiation stream, like a beam, shooting through the window.

At that same moment, another radiation beam appeared, but at a different angle.

“Everybody out of the room. It looks like the protective coating of the old reactor is giving up, but that’s strange,” said Lukas.

Pete suddenly saw something, another beam, coming from afar. He put his hand on his helmet.

“Lunarians to the Corrreus! We are under attack! I repeat, we are under attack. Nuclear reactor compromised!”

The rest of the Lunarians had reunited next to the conference room, Joanne was crouching by Sandra.

“Nasty radiation burn,” she said “Corrreus, I need an emergency medical evacuation!”

A bubble appeared, surrounding Joanne and Sandra. Sandra tried to talk, but she was too weak.

“What did you say?” asked Joanne, getting her ear closer to Sandra’s mouth. “A what? What do say you want red?”

They quickly flew upward. At the same time, a reddish blob was shot from the Nagusian ship and hit a location just behind a dirt mount, about half a kilometer from the Moonbase. The blob sort of landed and attached itself to the ground. Immediately after, another beam, bright orange, wrapped itself around the old reactor, engulfing the coating. The ground shook, as they saw the entirety of the reactor being ripped off its foundations and brought up in the air. The beam moved and seemed to throw it farther away, over the Moon’s north pole.

The Lunarians and the representatives looked at it go higher, becoming a little point before it transformed itself into a very large ball of light, the windows of the base immediately darkening.

Another alarm sounded.

“Radiation levels increasing everywhere but still within the safe limit. Fuck, that was close!” said Kim.

The red blob raised and moved toward the base. As it got closer, the people from the Moonbase could see it. It had trapped people, in combat outfits, holding a large gun. They looked immobile, engulfed in some kind of gel bubble that landed close to the main door of Block 4.

Radio calls were flooding the Moonbase, the explosion having been seen pretty much everywhere, even from Earth who saw the light flash through the daylight sky and every moon base had their high radiation alarm triggered.

About a dozen bubbles flew down from the ship to surround the gel blob, revealing heavily armed Nagusian guards, weapons in their hands, aiming at the attackers. The gel bubble became translucent before disappearing, leaving six people standing in shock, surrounded by guards.

The airlock door of Bloc 4 opened and the attackers were quickly instructed to go inside, followed by the guards.

On the other side of the airlock, they were met by the Lukas and the representatives. One of the attackers removed its helmet, revealing a blond woman.

“Dr Lynda? What the hell was that for?”

“We need to get rid of the invaders,” she said, almost screaming, pointing at the Lunarians.

“Do you realize that, if that reactor had blown up while still on the surface, it would have created a 4km wide crater? And YOU would have been killed too?” said Claude.

Lynda’s eyes went wide. Obviously, she hadn’t thought of that. To her defense, her goal was not to make it explode, just to create a diversion for her troup to invade the base. After all, according to her data, the reactor was undamaged and safe.

And it was at that moment that she noticed that there were more than the Lunarians in front of her. It was then she noticed the other people. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” she asked as the other soldiers slowly removed their helmets, as shocked as anyone would be at the possible outcome.

“We call ourselves the Representatives. We represent every national moonbase.”

“What the hell are you doing here? Did they abduct you? I knew we should have taken action sooner,” said Lynda.

“No, it was the other way around. WE asked to meet with them.”

“Why? What for?”

“It’s rather obvious now: to get independence from the… lunatics from Earth… Pun intended,” said the American representative while a few giggled. “We came here, in neutral territory to agree on some sort of alliance. We have been here two weeks without much progress, but I think things are about to change,” he said, looking at his fellow representatives who were all nodding in approval.

The Japanese representative took a step forward.

“Under the Lunar Treaty Organisation Code of Conduct… that still has to be written,” he said, looking at the others, “I’m placing you under arrest for… for… ” he said, not knowing what to say.

“Attempted murder,” said the Chinese rep.

“Yes, and invasion and… and… destruction of property,” said that Indian one.

“You can’t do that,” said one of the soldiers.

“Watch me!” said Claude. “Get me some handcuffs,” he said, looking at Pete.

“We… We don’t have any handcuffs or prison cells or anything to put anybody under arrest,” he said, perplexed and surprised by the turn this was taking. “Yes… Oh yeah, wonderful. Please do!” said Pete, his synthesized voice carrying humor.

With a swift move, Lynda grabbed a concealed gun from her spacesuit, aimed it at Pete, and fired.

Pete felt the suit change properties to absorb the impact, diverting the bullet to the ground as he himself made a step backward.

“What the fuck are you?” screamed Lynda as a Nagusian soldier grabbed the gun out of her hand before she fired another shot.

At almost the same time, bubbles wrapped each member of the attacking party and they got lifted through the building.

“What are they doing with them? You have to discuss it with us. We want them to be taken accountable for their action. Sandra is probably dead by now because of them,” said the American.

“Nah, no need. They are going to transport them back to Earth and put them down on the front lawn of the White House, with the message `we’re sending your war criminals back. Stay away from The Moon’ “.

“Oh! Splendid!!” said the Indian rep. “Does that mean that the Nagusians are with us on this?”

As bubbles for the Nagusian soldiers appeared to bring them back to the ship, another appeared with Tamara inside.

“Hello again, group,” she said.

Season 2, EP 9 - The New Moon

Archived Version

Scene 9-1 Consequences.

Tamara was watching through the window at Trimaii as the medical staff worked on Sandra, ripping her clothes off, and looking at the badly burned shoulder of the unconscious woman. Trimaii was giving directives. She knew what she was doing.

“Damn. We have no choice. Damn…” she repeated, turning around looking at Tamara. “I’m sorry, we have no choice. We have to give her the serum and…”

“I understand,” calmly said Tamara. “Do what you have to do to save her,” she said with mixed feelings. She just hoped that this was what Sandra would have wanted. But she had the feeling she was making the right decision.

Back on the Moon, the Representatives, along with Tamara, were in the conference room. The Nagusian made it clear that they would not associate themselves with any of the new territories, but they were willing to help with the negotiations, by providing anything they might need, from transportation to food to counseling, which is why she was there.

“Shit sure hit the fan,” said Claude, looking at some of the news broadcasts from Earth, showing protests. “And it’s only been a week.”

“And we have another one!” said Nicole, filling up for Sandra, representing the ESA Moon Base, busy at a com console. “Moonlight Excursions just joined the L.T.O.,” she said, smiling.

“Cool! So, to date, there are four independent entities on the Moon, right?, the Independent Lunar Group, the Independent Association for Life on The Moon, the Lunar Miner Syndicate, and Moonlight Excursions, right?” said Tamara. “All are independent country-like entities, linked together by the Lunar Treaty Organisation.”

“Exactly,” said Nicole. “There are still a few Earth-bound operations, but it’s okay. The important thing is that Earth has no control power over us. That was a very clever suggestion to divide by zones or entities, like countries, each one managing its own area but under the same umbrella. That really saved the day.”

“And it pissed off a lot of people,” said Claude, pointing at the monitor showing more protests on Earth.

“Of course, and Earth’s history is full of such battles and wars of independence, right Brian?” said Nicole looking at the American representative.

“Yeah… too bad we don’t have a tea mine…” he mumbled with a smirk.

A bubble appeared near the door and a rubber-clad, petite woman was released. She was looking identical to the other Lunarians except for the color of her suit: red. When the bubble disappeared, Nicole rushed to hug her!

“Sandra!! Damn! You look… different,” she said, as she peeled herself away from the slick rubber coating.

“Fuck, yes, it’s awesome, so sexy and… damn! I still have to work on that thought process thing,” she said, making the group laugh.

“You’re sure you’re okay with… this?” asked Claude.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I have some things to get used to, but between this and death, this is rather good. Damn, I’m horny… shit! Shut up, Sandra, stop thinking…” she said, turning to Tamara who looked at her with different eyes. Love was in the air. “Is there a way to shut this thing off?… Never mind. I found it. There that sho…” she said as she suddenly became silent, although she was still gesturing.

“She found the mute button. There should be one like that on every woman,” said Claude, immediately receiving a slap behind the head by the Japanese woman. But they knew he was just joking.

“yeah I know, sorry, but it was an easy one. Now, seriously, how long do you have to wear this? A week? A month? How long does it take to cure a radiation blast like she received?”

Sandra simply raised a little her arms and let them drop, gently slapping her thighs, nodding a small no.

“It might be… forever,” whispered Tamara.

“What? Did I hear… forever? I thought those suits could be removed at any time?” said Nicole.

“Yes, normally, but…” began to explain Tamara, ” but in order to save her, we had to inject her with a serum that boosts the cell replenishment, but also slightly alters the DNA. Human DNA that is, was it doesn’t have any side effects on us. The more we know, the more we learn… At first, we thought, in the cases of Pete and Karen, that the suit was merging with the skin because of the serum they received, thus the suit polymer was at cause. Turned out that the skin was merging with the suit, and if she was not wearing the suit, the skin would slowly, I know it’s gross, but… the skin would melt away, liquefy. In short, the fact that Pete and Karen wanted to live in a rubber suit made us overlook that aspect. Since Sandra’s intent was not to get into a rubber skin in the first place, we didn’t go that way until her skin began to peel off. We looked at the data from Pete again and, well, there you have it.”

“Oh damn! Did you ask her first? Was that what she wanted?”

“When they injected the serum,” said Sandra who obviously had unmuted her thought processor, “I was half dead. Without the serum, I would be dead by now. Tamara decided to go with it. They knew the reaction of the skin with the rubber at that time, but not that the skin needed the rubber. But, hey, it’s not that bad, and I got a lot of gadgets inside … and out of this visor… and it’s red!!”

“Oh… Okay, then… I guess,” said Nicole

“No big deal,” said Sandra, “Anyways, I already own some latex stuff and a chastity belt of my… shit! Shut the fu…” she said as she quickly muted her thought processor again.

There were a few nervous laughs and some wide eyes.

“Ho, gang,” said Claude, still looking at the news from Earth, “Nato just declared that they do not recognize the independent territories of the Moon.”

“That was to be expected,” said Brian. “They’re instigating a blockade. Nothing to or from the Moon allowed to leave orbit.”

“We discussed that,” said Tamara, “we knew something like that would happen. You just have to prove to them that you can fully function without them. You can have some sort of global economy, one entity exchanging its product against something else, energy for water, and so forth.”

“We have some of the largest greenhouses of the Moon and more is on the way,” said the Indian.

“And we just found a new source of frozen water,” said Brian.

“I know you will all sort it out. Now, if you excuse us, Sandra and I have people to meet,” said Tamara, gently guiding Sandra by the shoulder to follow her out of the conference room.

“You’ve had the suit only for a couple of days and you have a lot to… ahem… learn about it, said Tamara, walking along Sandra, smiling, “so I prepared a little session with Pete and Karen,” she said, her hand sliding from Sandra’s shoulder to her hand, gently taking it to squeeze it.

“I feel all warm inside…” said Sandra

“Yeah, me too,” smiled Tamara.

She led her to the vacbed rooms where Karen and Pete were waiting for her. In the new base, there were no separate bedrooms for men or women. They all slept together. There was nothing to hide anyway.

“What is that?” she asked, looking at the strange inclined tables.

“This is where we sleep, said Karen. “They’re vacbeds. Soft of. You are held inside it by vacuum.”

“But… why?” she asked. “Aren’t normal, horizontal beds better or does this suit require something special?”

“A little bit of everything,” said Karen. Just hop in and you’ll understand. Just don’t be scared. No harm will be done to you. All of it is normal. Just… take it as it goes. If you don’t like something, the bed will detect it and adjust accordingly. Just let yourself flow. There’s nothing taboo, just… enjoy the ride,” she said with a very sultry voice.

Sandra took place, helped by the low gravity, not really sure. The goo quickly rose from the mattress and engulfed her. Pete and Karen looked at each other. No words were needed. They each took a bed and were quickly engulfed by the rigid membrane.

She barely felt the membrane rise through the bed frame and wrap her, until the wrapping actually begins. Suddenly, she felt compressed and unable to move. At first, she panicked and tried to get free, but nothing moved. She was stuck. She thought about calling for help but she remembered Karen saying that everything would be fine. And her visor blacked out.

She worked hard to calm herself. She wanted to move, but couldn’t, and weirdly enough, the more she struggled to get free the more interesting it became.

Yes, sure, she had some latex items at home as well as a chastity belt but this was way more than just wearing a belt. this was bondage. Very severe bondage, and… she liked it.

She was discovering a side of her that she always thought, even wished she had: a very kinky side.

Her anxiety flew away gradually as she adapted to her immobility, as she let herself be engulfed by the bondage, by the bed, by the sensation of helplessness.

Then things got weird. Was she dreaming or the plugs that were there, supposedly for her cleaning, were… alive? Was it a side effect? Was it the latex merging with her skin? It was disturbing and… arousing. Well, didn’t Karen say to enjoy the ride? She let herself go. She closed her eyes.

Oh yes, it was feeling good. Every time she tried to move she got aroused, and the harder she tried, the stronger she was restrained. And those inserts… Oooo… She began to breathe more heavily, faster, and the more she tried to move her hips, the less she was able to. Frustrating and arousing as hell! That seemed to amplify the feeling on her crotch. Instinctively, she tried to reach her crotch. She was used to a chastity belt, but also at teasing herself, trying to insert a finger between the belt and her crotch, but when she tried, the vacbed held her hand in place. Immobile. Restrained.

And they slept like that? How the hell did they sleep? That was nothing to make anybody fall asleep, this was all to keep them awake and aroused! Oh damn!

The vibration increased, getting stronger, but sometimes it seemed to come from her crotch, other times from the butt plug. They were dancing, and that vacbed. It seemed to stretch, to pull her feet and head apart, like those medieval torture tables.

But it wasn’t torture. She liked it. She wanted more. She grunted. Oh! That was good. Yes, more. She squeezed her hips, her bitt, increasing the feeling. That was all she could do, the rest of her body held immobile by the vacbed. The orgasm was building up. It would be strong. She felt herself lifting off, flying in the weightless void of space. Her visor turned to black and then projected stars as if to illustrate what she was feeling. Hell, she could be really floating in space for all she knew. Nonetheless, that was good, arousing, and she felt the orgasm building up.

Her breath became shallower as the heat of her crotch increased. She loved the compression of the corset and she could also feel the steel band around her waist, around her crotch. Yes, the pleasure was building, she was eager to release it, that would be a good orga…. wait, what the hell?

“No, don’t stop, not there. Not now! Go back, GO BACK!” she yelled.

She tried to get free of the vacbed, frustrated, pissed off. She wanted that orgasm now. Why tease her to deny her at the worst moment… Oh… wait!

She calmed herself down and simply enjoyed the frustration, as if some dominatrix was controlling her urges, or rather her means to release the urge. That’s how she saw it, someone was controlling her. Whether it was a computer or a person, she didn’t give a damn. She was not in control and that was the arousing part. Soon, her crotch was again on fire and the inserts were vibrating her brain out of her head, when they stopped, again, one vibration away from the orgasm.

She screamed in frustration and struggled as hard as she could.

From the exterior, her scream was heard because she didn’t mute her thoughts-to-speech app, but apart from that, nothing moved. She was completely immobile.

She was panting. The corset she loved at first, now she hated. She wanted a full gasp of air, she wanted to stretch her lungs, her chest. She wanted to move her legs. Damn, she should have put them closer together, not that ‘comfortably apart’ position.

The vibration started again, faint at first, like all the other ones, then it increased, powering up for another orgasm. As the pleasure grew, as she squirmed as hard as she could, she dreaded the moment it would stop, evidently at the worst moment. That thing was torturing her, and it apparently was having a ball.

But the teasing didn’t stop. And she was so afraid to lose it all at any moment that she, herself, was holding back the orgasm, when, suddenly, it exploded.

Her brain lit up at a pleasure level didn’t know possible. Every cell of her body was dancing with pleasure. Waves after waves of orgasmic mayhem ran through her body, from the tip of her toenails to her scalp.

Her muscles contracted and released at an incredible speed, making the whole bed frame slightly vibrate, as she let out a really out-of-this-world groan, the speech synthesizer going wild, trying to translate the feeling.

Her eyes rolled backward as her breathing was cut off, sending another rush of pleasure hormones rummaging throughout her whole body. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, lasting a good minute before slowly subsiding, everything gradually stopping.

Her mind was fucked! Her body became limp and was only holding on by the rigid membrane of the vacbed. She tried to stay awake but just couldn’t. She needed to sleep it off.

In a last effort, she opened her eyes. Her visor had cleared. Standing in front of her, the Lunarians, glancing at each other before looking again at Sandra.

“That was one fucking good ride,” said Sandra, before falling asleep from exhaustion.

Season 2, EP 10 - Farewell

Archived Version

Scene 10-1 The Routine.

Pete and Karen entered the main control room, holding each other’s hands.

“Hello love birds, how was your night?” asked Viktor.

“Pretty good, thank you,” said Pete, looking at Karen. Viktor could easily imagine their facial expression. “Anything special on the watch?” he asked.

They were taking turns sleeping and working, covering the station at all times, to monitor the frequencies and be ready if something happened.

The trouble on Earth was far from over, even though two months had passed. The Representatives and their Lunar Treaty Organization were working hard to keep the Moon unified as conflicts had already arisen between member entities.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. The Representatives should be here in two hours, according to plan, for their monthly meeting.”

“Good. We should provide them with a neutral territory for as long as they need one,” said Karen.

Karen took place behind a console, her rubber outfit creaking against the synthetic upholstery of the chair. Viktor, after a last farewell, left them at the controls. Karen could hear the high heel footsteps from Pete behind her, as he managed the operation of the power and life support consoles. She never gets bored of that sound. Music to her ears.

A notification sound was heard.

“Bubble transport, main entrance,” said Karen.

A few minutes later, Tamara entered the main control room.

“Hey, Tamara, what brings you here today?” asked Pete.

“Oh… Am I too late? I come for the Representatives meeting,” she said, perplexed.

“No, you got the right day, but it’s still 2 to 3 hours away,” said Karen.

“Uh… Yeah… I still have problems figuring out how to convert your time reference to ours. Oh well, then. I will wait here with you if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Tamara. Take a seat,” gestured Pete.

Tamara took a seat and kept silent, but it was obvious, she was burning to talk but wouldn’t want to disturb them. Karen could somewhat feel it. After a few moments, she turned her seat to face her.

“Okay, Tamara, what’s troubling you?”

“Me? What makes you think that?” she said, as Pete and Karen stared at her. “Am I making it so obvious?”

They both nodded yes.

“Uh, well… do you know if Sandra will be with them?”

Karen giggled.

“Yes, your lover will be with them.”

“We’re not… uh… lovers…” stuttered Tamara.

“Of course, you’re not,” said Pete giggling. “It’s not like you want to see her every time she comes here, that you call her daily, and even set up a couple of meetings away from their base so not to be seen…”

“You… You know about that?” she asked, surprised.

“Tamara, please,” said Karen pointing at the scanner’s screen, which monitored the whole planet. “We would know if a gopher crawled out of its hole. Yes, we know about your little excursions.”

“Well… she… she needed my moral support,” said Tamara. “That… skin is tough on her.”

“Whatever the reasons, Tamara, it’s none of our business. It’s between adults… I mean, you’re an adult, right?” giggled Pete.

“Point taken. How about you?”

“We’re doing fine and everybody is okay with our relationship. We do share some of the same… experiences, after all.”

“What do you mean? I’m not sure I understand. Sharing the same experience like, you’re doing things together?”

“Oh, so, Trimaii didn’t tell you about the suits connecting?”

“The what?”

“The suits, our rubber skins. They seem to sync together. I can feel what he’s feeling and vice-versa. When we’re in our beds, we practically have… sex… together. We share our feelings,” said Karen.

“Uh… Oh… Wow,” stuttered Tamara, speechless. “But not when you’re not in bed, right?”

“It’s difficult to say. I sometimes have the impression that we connect too, but it’s inconsistent. It’s like the suits are learning, adapting or…evolving” added Pete

“Wow. We need more data, more research on it” said Tamara.

“Yes. Trimaii is working on something” said Karen.

They pretty much did the work they each had to do and didn’t talk much, except for some work-related discussion, until the signal that the Representatives shuttle was approaching. Karen directed them to the landing pad and cleared all access.

The shuttle landed without incident and soon after, the members entered the main conference room, greeted by Tamara who was looking for one person in particular, a woman clad in shiny red rubber. She spotted her easily and smiled at the sight.

Sandra made a bee-line for Tamara who she embraced taking her by surprise with her sudden show of appreciation. They were usually keeping their attraction private.

“Yes, I’m happy to see you too, Sandra” mumbled Tamara, looking around.

Some of the Representatives were ignoring them, some were looking at them with a smile.

“I’m trying to stay, ahem… professional here” whispered Tamara.

“They know, Tamara. No need to hide anymore” said Sandra, happy to embrace her lover.

Tamara was still a little shy but her smile changed and she returned the warm hug, squishing the latex-wrapped woman against her body until it was time for both of them to take their seats. They were there for a reason.

The door of the conference room closed.

In the control room, Karen let out a long sigh.

“What’s wrong?” asked Pete.

“Oh… Nothing special. I’m just… bored” she mumbled.

“Yeah, I feel the same a little.”

“This is not what I signed up for. I signed up to explore, to experiment, to discover, not to monitor planet activities in case of an invasion” she said. I’m missing the action, the mystery. I remember when we were searching for… the ghost of the Moon,” she giggled.

“Yes, I miss that too, but I’m, sure things will settle down. It’s only been a few months. We have to give them, to give Earth time to cope with all of this,” he said, making a broad gesture to englobe his own suit as well as the whole station, up to the hovering Nagusian ship.

“I know, but I’ve been thinking. I would like to go back to the Oppenheimer crater, down south. There were some minerals there I found before this whole asteroid thing that I would like to investigate more” she said.

“I don’t see why not. I’m sure we can arrange something. It’s been weeks since we’ve received any communication from Earth, or threats, or anything. I think we could lower our surveillance. A little,” he said.

Scene 10-2 Love Birds.

The rover was cruising along the craters of the south region of the far side of the Moon, heading for the Oppenheimer crater, 1000 km south of the Lunarian Moonbase. Since it is a relatively rough terrain, it takes about a week to get there.

Of course, they could have used a shuttle or asked the Nagusians for a temporary shelter and transport bubbles, but they wanted to do it the old way, the right way, the way they, the people of the Moon, the people coming from Earth, with their technologies, would have done it.

After all, the Nagusians were not here to stay forever, and the best way to show them that they were capable of taking care of themselves, was to do it their way.

They were at -30 degrees of latitude, passing near the Rumford crater, still around 100km north of the rim of Oppenheimer. It was still pitch dark, the starry sky being the only light source, except for their rover lights. Since one day on the moon is roughly 30 Earth days, they had planned their trip so that they would reach Oppenheimer at the beginning of a Lunar day, in about 12 hours.

Karen, who was driving the rover at that time, slowed down, stopped, and turned off all the exterior lights.

“Is there a problem?” asked Pete.

“No, nothing wrong,” she said, slowly turning to Pete. “it’s just that… I want you. And I want you soooo bad!” she said with a sultry voice Pete had never heard before.

“Yes… Me too, Karen, but… he said, putting his hand at his helmet.

“Shhh…” she said, slowly approaching, coping with the low gravity.

She reached him and gently took his hands. With a gentle push, she led him to one of the bunk beds at the back of the rover.

“Just let it flow…” she said, flipping the inside lights off as she floated by the switch on the low lunar gravity.

“I want you so much,” he stuttered, “I don’t know what’s going on…”

“I don’t care. Let’s do this, here, now,” she softly said as she turned around so she would be lying on her back, trying to make enough place for the two of them to cuddle inside the cramped space.

He softly and slowly climbed over her, smooth latex leg brushing against smooth latex leg. Their heads got closer.

THUD!!

“Damn…” he said, giggling, “I forgot I was wearing this.”

“Me too,” she said, her shoulders slowly jumping from the giggle, as he slid his helmeted head beside her. “But… as strange as it may seem… I’m feeling your tongue in my mouth.”

“Y…yeah… me too. Oh, feels so good.”

“And strange to talk with my mouth full,” she said, making them both giggle.

But their giggles were quickly replaced by soft moans as their bodies began to rub against each other, Karen grabbing Pete’s buns, pulling them toward her, hard. Their steel belts clank as they touched. Their body movements made them brush against each other, sending vibrations up their toys.

“I’m… I’m feeling you… inside me…” whispered Karen.

“And… I feel myself… inside of you…” he whispered back as his hips began the slow thrusting movements, feeling it as if his throbbing member was really inside the latex-sealed and steel-clad woman

“Oooo…” he mumbled. He didn’t have to explain. He knew she was feeling it too. It’s like they were touching, skin against skin. He could feel her goosebumps, he could feel the grass under them, he could smell the flowers.

He looked up, at the same time Karen did.

“Do… Do you see that?” he whispered.

“Yes. It’s beautiful! How?…”

“I don’t know but I’ll take it,” he said with a confident voice, concentrating back on the task at hand, sort of speak, gently stroking her lover, who responded by rubbing his back, his butt, squishing his head against hers, feeling his cheeks against hers. It was as if the suit had vanished, but could still be felt, through her fingers, through her touch. She felt his skin, and at the same time, her rubber coating, getting tighter over her body, squishing her hard, tightening around her neck, as she wished to.

They were feeling the warm breeze and the hot sun heating their black rubber skins. They could hear the small water stream flowing nearby. The view was breathtaking, with high peaks mountains with glaciers and a clear lake. They were lying in a field of purple flowers. He slowly grabbed her wrists from his back and brought her over her head, spreading her arms slightly, on each side of her head, pinning them down, pinning her down, restraining her, as his strokes increased, in response to Karen’s own meanings.

His strong hands pinning down her wrists put her in some sort of bondage, and she loved it. Plus the struggling to breathe as the suit tightened around her neck, was arousing as hell! Her breath became shallower as the orgasm built, and it seemed that Pete was building his own orgasm at the same time.

He gently rocked his chest against her erect nipples, which sent her to another level of pleasure, as she orgasmed and he discharged his load into her, both orgasming in sync.

He never felt anything remotely like that.

She never felt anything remotely like that.

That orgasm was literally out of this world.

He gently rolled beside her, panting, trying to catch his breath, looking at Karen who was obviously trying to do the same. She turned toward him. He could ‘see’ her smiling.

“Wow…” she said.

“Wow…” he replied.

That’s all they could say, looking at their dark helmet, reflecting the control lights of the rover. He gently rubbed his rubber hand over her rubber chest, down to the chastity belt, firmly locked in place.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t have fused those locks,” he said, placing his hand on the fused metal lump that was once a lock.

“Who cares, I felt you fine,” she whispered. A happy whisper. A content whisper.

“I wonder…”

“I don’t care,” she replied, “but I want to know where this place is. I want to go there. I want to have sex there, smell the flowers, feel the wind.”

“In rubber?”

“I believe that, in these suits, everything is possible,” she said as she grabbed his helmet and pulled it against her helmet. They were both stunned and happy to feel the warm kiss.

“Trimaii will have one heck of a surprise when she will be reviewing those data,” he said.

They both laughed!

On the moon, Sandra was sitting on the exam table after Trimaii finished scanning her again.

“Thank you again for your cooperation, Sandra,” said Trimaii.

“It’s no big deal,” said Sandra. “After all, you saved my life.”

“Yes, but what kind of life? You are stuck inside an artificial skin, which I don’t know what it will do to you in the long run.”

“I’m sure it’s better than death by radiation poisoning,” said Sandra, rubbing her thigh with her latex-coated hands.

“Well, I hope you understand that we thought the suit was inert, but as you already know, Pete and Karen seemed to have strange side effects with it, as if the suit is, well, alive, and since I have you as a… well…”

“Don’t be afraid of the words, Trimaii. Just say it: a fresh experiment. I am a fresh experiment,” giggled Sandra.

“Yes… well… as a… fresh experiment… I can start from the beginning and see how the serum, your skin, and the suit, interact with one another.

“And how are they reacting?” asked Sandra.

“Pretty weirdly,” said Trimaii, looking at her console. “I honestly can’t make up what’s going on. I would need more computing power. I would need to analyze this data on Nagusia.”

“Uh…” said Sandra.

Suddenly, she felt a change in her suit. It became warmer, it even felt tighter. Her crotch seemed to get… wetter? She was puzzled. At that same moment, Tamara entered the observation room. She smiled as she saw Sandra. Not just a normal smile, not just a welcome smile, but something deeper, warmer, more personal. She wiggled her fingers at Sandra.

Sandra responded with a warm hello. She felt herself blushing. She liked Tamara’s company. Heck, they were lovers, but she never felt that way before.

“I think I’m in love…” she said. “Shit!” she quickly added, realizing that her thought processor had spit it all out.

Trimaii looked at her with a stunned face. Tamara blushed.

“Feeling is mutual,” she whispered back, mainly mouthing so that only Sandra could see it, despite the protective window and her helmet.

“Do you still need me?” asked Sandra.

“What? OH… sorry, no,” said Trimaii, getting out of her concentration from looking at the data. You can go, Thank you.”

Sandra walked out of the examination room and hugged Tamara. She quickly let her go and looked at her, puzzled.

“What’s wro…” began to ask Tamara, but Sandra quickly hugged her back, tighter.”

“What’s going on?” asked a very puzzled Tamara.

“Kiss me,” said Sandra

“Uh… what? But… your helmet?”

“Please, just do it…”

Tamara executed, grabbing Sandra’s helmet and gently applying her lips to it. Immediately Sandra moaned. “I… I can’t feel it! It’s so weird. I can feel your kiss. I can feel your tongue. I can feel your breath. I can also taste your mouth. Oh gosh, totally weird,” she said.

Tamara took a step back and licked the smear her tongue had left on the helmet.

“All I felt was the glass… and it wasn’t that good,” she said, looking back and forth between Trimaii and Sandra. “It’s a joke, right?”

“I don’t know. Nothing I’m part of,” said Trimaii. “Sandra? Was it only a joke?”

“No, it wasn’t. I felt all warm and suddenly, all I wanted was a kiss from Tamara. I was feeling so horny… I’m sorry. I don’t know what came to me.”

A series of notification sounds were played at the console Trimaii was manning. She frantically looked at the different displays.

“It’s a data stream from Karen and Pete. It’s… weird. What the hell is going on there?” she asked nobody in particular.

Curious, Tamara and Sandra approached, but the data didn’t tell them much.

“Are they in danger?” asked Tamara. “I can have a rescue team within two hours there if needed. Are they at… what’s the name… Open Nimmer crater?”

“Openheimer,” corrected Sandra.

“No, they’re about 100km from it, but their data, it’s… Wow… I… What the hell is going on there? That… I… But if…”

Tamara, figuring that Trimaii was too caught up with the data to do anything else, wrapped her arm around Sandra’s waist and was about to walk out when Trimaii called her back.

“Wait! Hum… Sandra… Did you say that you felt Tamara’s kiss? Did it feel really authentic? Real?”

“Oh, absolutely. If I closed my eyes, I could feel it in my mouth… although it’s already filled with the tubes and stuff. It was as if the tubes had disappeared. Crazy, right?”

“Not… not that much. If I interpret that data correctly, Karen and Pete made love as if they were naked, yet they’re fully covered in rubber. How can that be?” she asked puzzled.

“Wait,” said Tamara. “Are you saying that the suit… feels everything?”

“Looks like it, but in a weird way…” said Trimaii.

“Can I have one too?” asked Tamara.

“You want what?” asked a stunned Sandra.

“All I tasted was the glass of the helmet. I want to taste… you” she said, looking at Sandra. What if by wearing a suit I can do that?”

“Nah, come on, Tamara. We all know that the suit merges with the serum and becomes… whatever it becomes. The Lunarians who didn’t receive the serum don’t have that, shall I say, feature, and we all know that we’ve been using that serum on us without any of those side effects.

“Yes… you’re right,” said Tamara, thinking. She then put her hand to the side of her head. “I have a communication from the moonbase. Can I take it here?”

Trimaii left her seat to give it to Tamara.

“Hey, Tamara, it’s Joanne. Listen, something weird is going on here with the suits… I… we… can feel stuff.”

“What the fuck?”

Scene 10-3 The New Order

The door opened and out came a tall woman, in a deep purple latex suit, covering her whole body, her head enclosed in a tight-fitting helmet with a dark front lens. Her waist was kept thin with the help of a constricting corset. There was a steel belt wrapping her waist with a band going down between her legs to go back up between her buns. She was walking on wedge high-heel booties.

She was moving as if she was floating on a cloud, half walking, half dancing. Just behind her, holding her hand, another woman, dressed similarly, but in red, was seemingly in the same mood.

Trimaii watched them walk out.

“You two seem to be in a good mood,” she jokingly said.

“It’s not perfect yet,” said the red one, “but it’s getting better with every… session,” she said, looking at the woman in red.

“And for you, Sandra?” asked Trimaii.

“Same. If I compare with Pete and Karen, I’m still not up to their level of feeling, but it’s getting better.”

“Do you have any idea of… why?” asked the purple one, taking off her helmet, showing a head of sweaty blue hair.

“I still have more analyses to carry, Tamara, but to allow the suit to be as skin-tight fitting as possible, we put nanobots within the compound. We know those machines have some artificial intelligence and that they communicate with each other, but to behave like that is very new. It’s as if they have re-programmed themselves, starting with Pete and Karen, then, when they were in close contact with each other, just brushing against one another, they transferred some of the information. That’s why the progression was faster between the love birds as they were constantly touching each other in the rover, and each fleet of nanobots exchanged with the other.

The process had begun for the rest of the Lunarians but with a slower progression. That’s why it was just the feeling of a slight touch when they first noticed it. I strongly believe that they will, I should say ‘evolve’ rapidly once Pete and Karen are here in a few hours.

On a slightly different subject, how is the suit feeling?”

“I like it,” said Tamara, rubbing her hand over her rigid corset.”

“And I like it too,” said Sandra, gently leaning her head on Tamara’s shoulder. ” And you look splendid in it.”

Tamara put a gentle kiss on Sandra’s helmet, then put her fingers at her temple.

“They’re about to arrive. We should go down to the Moon to greet them.”

Some time later, the airlock opened. Karen and Pete entered and froze in front of the group of Lunarians and that… new one in a purple suit. They looked at each other, not sure if they should ask.

The one in the purple suit removed her helmet, revealing who she was.

“Tamara? What the heck?” asked Karen. “What happened here? Another accidental exposure? Did Earth do this?”

“No, all is fine,” said Tamara under the giggles of the rest of the group. “It’s just that some things happened here also… with the suits.”

“What? You… know about the suits? Did you tell anybody?” asked Pete to Karen.

“No… I didn’t say anything! I…”

“It’s me,” said Trimaii. “I shared the news.”

“The news?” asked Pete and Karen in a single voice.

“How the suit reacts. You do know we have constant surveillance of the suits, right?”

“Uh… Constant? I thought that you had data only when we were within the moonbase or on the Corrreus,” said Karen.

“Well, the rover talks to the moonbase and the moonbase talks to the Corrreus…”

“Uh… OH! So… you know…” stuttered Karen.

“Don’t worry you two, what was private is still private, but we all know about how the suits sort of came ‘alive’. Their suits had a similar action.”

“Really? But… I thought it was the serum that made the suit special,” said Pete.

Trimaii and Tamara explained what happened, which explained the reasons why she was wearing the suit.

“Of course,” continued Tamara, “mine is a little different as it’s not permanent, hence the removable belt. Also, although I tried, I couldn’t cope with… how do you call them again? Ballet boots? Anyway, these are more for me,” she said showing her wedge boots with nonetheless a sizable heel height.

“So… what do you want… us to do?” asked Karen. “Sleep with everybody?”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing your bed… both of you,” said Joanne

“I don’t think we will have to get to that but close contact might, in fact, increase the process so… why not start with a group hug, Pete and Karen in the middle and the rest around them? Try to touch them as much as possible,” said Trimaii. “We’ll see what it did to the nanobots.”

In a concerto of rubber and clanking steel, they all gathered into a compact circle. It was weird but that hug was welcomed by everybody. It was feeling awesome. They felt love, peace, caring for each other. The hug, without anybody doing it voluntarily, became tighter and tighter. They all loved it, until Pete spoke up that he would need to inhale at some point.

The hug broke in a burst of laughter.

“Now what?” asked Joanne.

“Just live your life normally. Let the nanobots do their work,” she said.

The room was dark. Squeaky rubbery noises could be heard, accompanied by some plastic colliding sounds as well as metal brushing against metal.

An occasional moan could also be heard. There was even a sound very similar to chains being yanked.

Sandra was lying spread-eagled on her back, her limbs stretched taut to each corner of the bed. Tamara was gently rubbing her body against her, their steel belts slowly banging against each other.

Her latex-covered hands ran along the tied-up body, starting at the hips, then feeling the tight corset crushing her already thin waist, slowly sliding up, covering the breasts with the erected nipples, up to the shoulders, the upper arms, up her lower arm, as her shiny purple body was gently pressing against the red latex sealed one, sending love vibrations through the suits.

It was better than skin-to-skin contact. It was like every cell of their bodies was getting an orgasm just by touching.

In their gagged mouth, they could feel each other’s tongues exploring them. They could smell each other’s breath. They also could feel as if Tamara was inside her, thanks to her hermaphrodite biology.

The warmth of their bodies mixed as Tamara’s rocking motion gently accelerated. She brought her hands to Sandra’s shoulders, to her breasts, gently squishing them as their helmets were brushing side to side.

Sandra pulled on her bonds, which she found really arousing. Her pleasure was also transmitted through the nanobots to Tamara’s suit, to her skin. She was feeling Sandra and Sandra was feeling her. Almost a symbiosis of two different people, both loving it.

The orgasms slowly built, keeping the pleasure growing slowly but steadily. Their breath accelerated, their heartbeat followed.

Just one touch there.

A little more pressure here.

A second thrust motion.

A moan.

Two moans.

The orgasm filled their brain, each one experiencing the best orgasm they ever experienced. Again. The pleasure was genuine.

Sandra let out a low grunt. Fuck the mute function! She wanted to say what she wanted to say. Tamara giggled. She had put her thoughts on mute. Her suit might be different, removable, same thing with the helmet, but when fully suited, she was as Sandra was: sealed, gagged and plugged, her only means of communication was the synthetized voice of the thought translator.

The little shaking of her giggle increased the power of the orgasm tenfold! They both launch, both sharing the pleasure, both experiencing their own orgasm as well as the other.

Nothing could compare to that. Nothing.

The pleasure wave ran top to bottom many times before slowly coming to a rest. Tamara let herself roll over on Sandra’s side, still gently rubbing her corseted lover from her gloved hand.

“That was very good,” she whispered.

Sandra giggled.

“Yeah… very… VERY good!” she answered, squirming in her bondage.

She liked it. She was not eager to get free and Tamara knew it. From discussion, from experience and from still sharing her pleasure. Each pull on her wrists, on her ankles shackle just awakened the orgasm. Just a little bit but, just enough to enjoy.

“I know it’s hard but… we, or rather, I have some job to do,” softly said Tamara. “You want to stay there a little longer or…”

“Yes…”

“Very well, then,” said Tamara, slowly sliding off the bed, still gently rubbing Sandra’s tied-up legs. “I’ll come free you when it will be time to go.”

“Whatever…” moaned Sandra, pulling on her bonds.

“Shit, stop it!” said Tamara, giggling. She was still receiving the pleasure waves!

She commanded the retraction of the gag but nothing happened.

“I think there’s someth…” began to say Tamara as everything felt silent. She looked at Sandra, panicking, trying to pull the helmet off. She could still sense Sandra, and she was giggling.

“I muted it.”

Tamara froze.

“I got myself an access to your helmet. I can control it… see… not you don’t.” she said as Tamara’s visor turned black.

Tamara frantically looked at the nearby desk. The keys. The keys to her padlocks, locking the chastity belt in place were gone.

“Yep, I hid them. You’re mine!” said Sandra, laughing.

Tamara tried to gesture, to send telepathic signals to get freed. She had a job to do. She was expected on the Moon. In her uniform.

“This is gonna be my way,” giggled. Sandra. “Just come free me when you’ll be ready to go,” she said, squirming, softly moaning in her bounds.

Tamara put her hands on her hips in a defiant way.

“If you don’t free me, I’m freeing you…” said Sandra, concentrating back on her own pleasure, leaving Tamara to… suffer. Well, she owned her that for a prank she played on her a few days before.

The transport bubbles appeared in the main conference room of the Lunarian Moonbase. The rest of the group was already there: Karen, Pete, Joanne, Viktor, Kim and Lukas, as well as Trimaii and Captain Grimash.

“Finally,” said Grimashwith a grin, “everybody is here,” as Tamara, still in full latex outfit, flanked with the red latex coated Sandra emerged from the bubbles.

“I’m sorry, Captain, for my unorthodox uniform. we encounter some little… issues,” said Tamara as the rest of the crew giggled.

“Yes, I understand, Tamara, but you are still required to perform your duties according to protocole.”

“Yes, Captain. It won’t happen again,” she said, giving Sandra a not-so-subtle elbow kick.

“Okay, I believe you’re all aware of the reason for that meeting. We’ve been here, with you, for almost six Earth months now, and we need to go back to our world, to Nagusia. We have a lot of work to do. Thanks to you, we will have increased the number of crew people on the ship by a very large amount by the time we reach our home planet,” he said, scanning the group.

“For that, we will always be in debt. But, it’s now time for goodbyes. And believe me, as strong as I may appear, I’m dying inside.”

“Oh… thanks to YOU!” said Joanne rushing in to give him a strong hug, to which he responded.

“Thank you. Goodbyes are always hard. As you all know, Trimaii will stay with you and will keep in touch with us. We want to know what will happen with your suit, but also with your world. She volouteered because SHE also wants to know more about you and, well, probably with the help of the newly formed Lunar Organisation, learn a little bit more about your… ahem… regular reproductive processes.”

There was a small giggle in the room.

“I… I would like to make an announcement,” said Sandra, taking a step forward and grabbing Tamara’s hand. “After a long and very thoughtful discussion, we have decided to live together… on Nagusia.”

“Say what?” exclaimed Viktor.

“I’m leaving Earth, or the Moon, depending on how you see it. I’m going with them, I’m going with her,” she said, hugging Tamara tighter.

“Wow… Never saw that coming… NOT!” said Joanne, starting a laughing round. “I wish you two the best. Have fun and keep in touch with us, will you?”

“Of course, we will,” said Tamara.

“And… we have an announcement to make too,” said Karen.

“Yeah, as if we don’t know it already, you’re getting married, right?” said Lukas.

“Not exactly,” said Pete, looking at Karen, as if to confirm that it was really their decision. “We’re going to Nagusia too.”

“Oh! That is unexpected,” said Kim. “Why?”

“Well, we want to see Nagusia, that’s for one. And two, honestly, we don’t know how our bodies will react to the suit. I was badly burned by the radiation and although we, and I include Sandra with it, have somewhat skin-bound with the suit, my body is reacting differently than Karen’s or Sandra’s and I really need to be close to their scientific research to be safe,” said Pete. “Basically, I’m going and Karen decided to follow.”

“That part isn’t a surprise,” said Kim. “I wish you the best and, well, keep in touch.”

“We will.”

Followed a series of hugs, kisses, handshakes and farewells before bubbles brought the Nagusians and the going Lunarians to the Corrreus.

From the bridge of the ship, they witnessed the moon shrinking smaller by the minute before the whole space around the ship disappeared as it entered faster-than-light travel.

They were heading to Nagusia. A planet that could quickly become a latex and bondage fetishist paradise.

Who knows.

The End.

(c) March 2, 2024

monsterp63

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10 episodes

139 pages (US letter)

44611 words

37 renders

3 months in the making