Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2015 17:32:22 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Jett Haskins and the Lights in the Sky, Chapter 7

              JETT HASKINS AND THE LIGHTS OF THE SKY
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                  WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
                 Chapter Seven: A Friend in Need

     Jett came to a bit later, as Smith was heaving him up onto his
back. Jett had to figure this out from the sensations of being picked up,
hoisted by his legs, and the feel of Smith's skin against his. He caught
hold with his legs and arms and Smith said, "Mph! Ah, you're awake! Good!
Can you hold on?"
     Jett still felt woozy but said, "Yeah, I think so."
     Suddenly, he could see, there were lights springing up here and there,
from no discernable source, just like the very air decided to become
transparent rather than opaque. He could see they were in an area out of
doors, surrounded by various cylindrical, milky-colored buildings. There
appeared to be no rhyme or reason to their setting, and the grounds between
them were the same milky-like material. The grounds were white, the sky was
black with the stars now washed into invisibility. But they could see!
     "You will remain still until you are retrieved. Failure to remain
still will be severely punished." the voice that had guided them to the
octodiscs now recited in the same dispassionate tone.
     "That's one thing we won't do!" Smith said. "Hold on tight!" And he
broke into a creditable trot with Jett bouncing on his back! "And look for
a place we can hide!"
     Jett did what he could, but his brain was still addled from being
knocked silly when he'd run into that wall. And all he could see were the
buildings which he decided had to be the outside of those "cells" which had
held him and Smith, and later the octodiscs, captive.
     And there came the "Gremlins," the same beings which had captured Jett
and Smith that first night in the wheatfield! And what they were carrying
looked very much like weapons! "Smith! We're being chased!" Smith turned at
a sharp angle! "Not this way!" For now they were headed closer to the
Gremlins!
     "Two more groups on this side!" was Smith's panted explanation.
     Jett felt him slowly down. "Let me down! I think I can walk now!"
     Smith dropped him without comment and Jett began to pound along with
Smith. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but as someone once said, nothing
makes you feel livelier than the prospect of being hung in the morning. And
those weapons could turn "morning" into any second now!
     They made it to and around one of the buildings and that got them
somewhat away from the Gremlins. "Got to hide!" He gasped. But there was no
place to hide, just more of the buildings, other groups of Gremlins were
heading his way but they weren't close. Nowhere to run, though!
     And then around their building from ahead of them came another
creature.
     Imagine a being the same basic shape as a Tarantula. Now stretch those
legs out and up until the spider is as tenuously articulated as a
Daddy-longlegs. Cover all of this body with a fine, soft fur. Put the head
with two faceted eyes like a fly's, but a mouth that was practically
human. And this mouth spoke to them, in English!
     "Me with you come! You I help will!"
     "Uh? Sure!"
     "Back my on climb!" the creature offered. "I you carry will!"
     It was like he had all the words of English and knew what they meant,
but no clue as to how to arrange them. If your brain could shuffle the
words around (and it did surprisingly easily), then the being made sense!
And it proved it by squatting down, folding its legs double to move its
body case down to the ground.
     "Up on his back, and hurry!" Smith ordered. But Jett was already doing
so, two of the legs moved down to give him something to hold onto, and soon
he was sitting on the round but comfortable abdomen like a mahout sat
astride an elephant's back.
     Smith plopped beside him and said, "Go! Go!"
     "Tight on please hold!" the creature said. "Fast I go will!"
     Jett did what he could to oblige the request, but there weren't
exactly handholds on this being.
     Then two legs came up and Jett grabbed hold of one and Smith the
other, and Jett saw to his embarrassment that these tentacular limbs he and
Smith had hold of had a tip that looked very, very familiar indeed! They
were holding onto the creature's penises, and it had two of them!
     But the speed made decorum preposterous and the speed the creature
made now they were safely on its back was nothing short of impressive. And
they were out of the area of the milky buildings and into the Gremlins'
city proper.
     A chaos of creatures moving about, in vehicles and on foot, but these
Gremlins were noncombatants and swerved and ran to avoid them rather than
attempt to intercept them. "We're out of the zoo!" he crowed.
     "But for how long?" Smith agreed.
     "Here near we go!" the "spider" told them. "Ship here they have!"
     Jett had to puzzle over that a while. Who were "they?" Then he saw it
up ahead, lit by the first visible floodlights he'd seen on this crazy
planet. "A flying saucer?"
     "Saucer flying a yes it is!" the spider agreed.
     "But we can't get away in one of their craft!" Jett protested.
     "We can try!" Smith countered.
     "We don't know how to fly it!"
     "Flying fly saucer to how I know." the spider said. "How to you I fly
tell."
     Jett considered this bit but it defeated him. "I don't understand."
     "I think he's saying he knows how to fly it, but can't do it. He needs
us to do the flying for him."
     "Yes, yes!" was the spider's thankfully short and clear answer.
     "But how do we get in?" Jett asked for they were up against the side
of the ship, no visible doors, nothing of any sort of markings except for
some small holes here and there around the ship, no bigger around than a
finger.
     "In holes fingers put!" the creature told them. "This, this, this,
this!" He indicated four holes in what seemed to be random order.
     "Too far apart for one man." Smith said. "You take two, I'll take
two."
     Jett took the two holes to the left as Smith did the right. As he
pushed his fingers in, he had a horrid thought. What if the spider were a
"shill?" What if these holes would clamp down on them, imprisoning them or
even amputating their fingers? The holes were deep enough to make him push
more than halfway down his fingers' lengths to the bottom.
     Nothing happened until Smith had done the same to the other two holes,
then both of Jett's fingertips felt movement, a slight move, as if pushing
a button.
     And there was a door opening on the ship.
     And the Gremlins were behind them and coming in fast. "Inside we fast
go!" the spider said urgently.
     "Fine with me!" And Jett followed the spider into the ship, with Smith
behind them.
     But the Gremlins were hot on their tail! Smith responded by grabbing
some angular bars hanging up nearby and as the Gremlins tried to enter, he
swung and connected with one of them, his swing hard enough to send the
smaller Gremlin flying through the air and outside!
     "Get that door closed!" Smith called.
     "How?" Jett wanted to know.
     "Here over come!" the spider called.
     Jett went over. More holes on the wall. "Which ones do I push?" he
asked.
     "This, this and this." the spider indicated three holes.
     Two of them were far enough apart to make him stretch as far as he
could. This left him with the third hole, lower down but centered, out of
reach of either hand. "I can't get all three of them!" He told the
spider. "Can you push that one?"
     "Too too big small palps my hole the are." the spider told him.
     Jett figured that out. Smith had two of the Gremlins busy, holding
them at bay by swinging at them alternately, and the tactic was keeping any
more from coming into play. Up to Jett alone then. How could he work that
third hole? It was larger than the other two, nearly two inches across,
almost big enough to... "Oh, hell!" he groaned.
     "Hurry up, mate!" Smith told him. He was losing ground, Jett saw.
     Nothing else for it. Jett reached down and pumped his pud hard as he
could. "Come on, get hard, get hard!" he told his cock. It wanted to crawl
up into his belly instead and he didn't blame it a bit!
     "I help will!" the spider offered and Jett suddenly had the spider's
cock/tentacles brushing his cock and his ass at the same time. Shit! Get
into it, he told his body, get it up, get it hard, this is a friend and a
friend in need is a friend indeed! He's helping you with a great deal of
personal risk and he's your only chance to get home. Get hard now, damn it!
     And between the spider's rubbing on his cock with those furry cocks
(the hair on them extended all the way out to the hairless nub/glans, and
these were boasting a light purple liquid on them. Alien precome!), and his
realization of their situation, his cock rose to the challenge. He had it
hard and then said, "Okay, enough! Out of my way!"
     The spider moved its cock out of his way and he jammed it into that
central lower hole and felt the head hit bottom, and his other hands
fumbled for the holes. He just could stretch, just...!
     There! There was the familiar motion under his cocktip and fingertips
and the door Smith was guarding began to close. Smith had one Gremlin that
had made it inside but as the door closed, he reared back and raised one
foot high and thrust it out at the Gremlin! Thunk! The foot hit the
Gremlin's chest and it fell back outside and the door finished closing!
     "Pushing keep!" the spider warned him. "Pushing keep! Closed door
stay!"
     Long as he could keep it up, in other words, the door would remain
shut. "I got you!" Jett panted. "Find the control room!"
     And he was left alone with his fingers in two holes and his cock in a
third! Shit, and he was worn out from the run and the sex which had
preceded it and... How was he going to stay hard in this situation?
     He did the only thing he could, he began to fuck the hole he had his
cock in. It wasn't that snug a fit, but better than nothing. He felt the
buttons under his fingertips release every time his cock withdrew
slightly. Damn it, he needed to jam it in deep and keep it there! But how!
     "You I help will!" came a familiar voice to his back. The spider was
back!
     He couldn't look around, he just panted. "Help me stay hard! I got to
keep the pressure on!"
     "You I help will!" the spider said.
     And Jett felt a furry cock begin to slide into his buttocks. Oh, God!
How many different aliens were going to fuck his ass before he got home at
this rate?
     But he was in no position to be fussy. "I got to stay all the way
inside this thing to keep the door shut!" He gasped. "If you're going to
fuck me, keep me plastered against this wall, tight!
     "You I help will!" the spider said again and the furry cock found and
shoved itself into his anus. Still slicked with the octodiscs' spunk, the
spider's prick had no problem gaining access.
     "Worry not do, very well you I fuck will." the spider assured him.
     "Less talking, more fucking." growled Jett.
     The spider was good at fucking him, despite his vertical splayed out
position. It had a conscious control of its cock that didn't seem to need
it to move any other way. It...he, Jett decided he'd be better off thinking
he was being fucked by a male of whatever variety here, rather than a
neutral "it." The spider's dong was really pushing his internal buttons,
both natural and alien-implanted. "Aw, yeah, fuck me harder, harder!" he
growled.
     "Harder I fuck will!" the spider agreed and began to ram him even
harder.
     Aw, shit, that alien technology they'd stuck up his ass was really
beginning to count! Jett moaned and closed his eyes. He wondered how his
spunk might muck up the gizmo that operated the door, he'd hate to be
breathing vaccuum if they were in space...or captured if they were still on
the ground!
     Speaking of that... "How is Smith going to fly this without your
help?" He asked.
     "Help him me, help you me." the spider replied.
     "No, no, how can you...oh, God!" Jett groaned. He was getting rapidly
closer to his climax. That alien implant must have cranked his hormone
production up to astronomic levels to let him come this much! He was
getting near again! He tried again, "How can you help Smith if you're down
here?"
     "Here me you help, there him me help." the spider said again.
     Jett didn't understand but then the saucer gave a lurch and was
suddenly, undeniably moving! Whether it was up, sideways or burrowing
underground, he didn't know but it was moving!
     He could, and did, pull his cock out of the hole and the spider's cock
was shoved deeper up his ass when he did it. Jett howled and leaned
forward, this time to brace himself against the wall. "Oh, hell, yeah, fuck
me harder, come on, fuck me harder!"
     The spider obliged and the speed of that cock ramming into his ass was
enough to cause friction heat in his butt. Jett raised his head up and he
howled again, this time the howl went on and on and he was coming, spraying
his jizz against that wall. "Oh, oh, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhh!" he cried out when
the long, wordless howl was done. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!"
     "Too now I come!" the spider informed him and Jett felt the stinging
heat of the spunk in his ass. It wasn't acid burn, but it was like having
hot soup spooned into his asshole!
     "Ow, ow, owwowwww!" Jett yelped and the cock followed him down as he
writhed onto the floor and only the spider's conclusion of its fucking
saved his ass from being parboiled from the alien hot jizz!
     "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh!"
     "Good, yes, good good yes yes." the alien agreed.
     The saucer lurched again, enough to cause them to slide along the
floor. "We'd better get up to the control room!" Jett said. "I think
Smith's in trouble!"
     "Way this it is!" the spider said and led the way.
     It wasn't far and Jett stopped when he saw the sights when he got
inside. The alien control room was loaded with fascinating equipment,
nothing familiar but all of it complicated and flashing in various colors
and groups.
     And in the middle of it was Smith, working a central panel that
apparently flew the ship with another spider hovering over him, the spider
had its cock up Smith's butt and was fucking him with gusto. Smith was
moaning as the spider fucked him and his erratic hand motions were
apparently causing the saucer to wobble.
     "Need some help?" Jett asked.
     "Hell, yes, get over here and fly this bloody thing for me!"
     "I don't know how." but Jett went over.
     "Just put your hands here and here and move them. You can see the
display up there."
     Jett didn't see a thing until he got next to Smith and then he
did. Ahead of them was Earth, big, blue, beautiful Earth! "We're going
home!" he crowed.
     "Not very soon. Another couple of hours. That's an expanded view. Just
keep it centered on the screen and we'll be there no problem."
     "Can do. Enjoy your ride." Jett said.
     He looked at the second spider and said, "Where did you come from?"
Now he had the two to compare, he could see that the spider that had come
to his "rescue" was different from the one which had given him and Smith a
ride.
     "Here was I." the spider said. "Back for to mate back come wait. You
with back he come."
     Jett figured this out, this second spider had been aboard waiting for
the second, which had arrived with company. "Why was your mate outside if
you were already aboard ship?"
     "To the ship fly help we needed." the spider informed him. "You he
find, ship to fly."
     Jett held back his answer, Smith had reached his own climax and was
also experiencing the hot spider spunk boiling his ass, his howls drowned
out all conversation.
     "So you needed us to fly the ship." Jett said when the howls died
down. "Good thing we were free to help you, you might not have found you."
     "For you did not we look, others for we looked, you their building out
of came. Mate you out walk saw, followed he you. Not you we for looked
were, fine you do would. Yes?"
     "Yes." Jett realized that the spiders had not been looking for him and
Smith, but the octodiscs. Those long eight slender pricks would have fit
into the holes very easily!
     The spider realized his chagrin. "Need you we. Need you us. Friends we
are. Yes?"
     "Sure." Jett agreed. "After all, a friend in need is a friend indeed."
     He looked back at the Earth. It was just as small as before, but just
knowing they were going there was a lot of help, made him feel much better!
                             THE END
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