Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 01:56:45 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Second "Dash Hogan" adventure

		    DASH HOGAN AND THE PIXIES OF PHOBOS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     [This group of three short stories are done tongue-in-cheek in loving
imitation of the old sci-fi adventures I read as a child, when it was
thought that life would be found everywhere, even on every planet and moon
in our sky, and that getting there was just a matter of figuring out how to
build a spaceship. This, then, is not a presentation of the Solar System or
even science as it is...but darn it, wouldn't it have been a lot more fun
if it was?]

     Dash looked at the Moon shrinking in his viewplate and sighed. He
hoped the Earth authorities would ratify the treaty he had struck with the
Moon Men or all his hard-fought and hard-fucked efforts would be for
naught. But Earthmen and the Lunarians had more in common than expected,
peace was at least possible, now that he had made a few, uh, convincing
arguments in its favor by showing the Moon Men just what they'd be blowing
up if they used their doomsday device on Earth.
     But for now, open space beckoned. Next stop...Mars! He strapped
himself into his crash couch and aimed his ship "Dauntless" for the red
orb. It would be a dull two weeks until he made it there, but he had
memories of Prince Xun and his Noxok Warriors to keep him warm during his
sleep cycle, and help turn his hand into something besides a thing with
five fingers on it. He ran his hand over his ample chest and sighed as the
hairs were lightly tickled. Good thing he had a high sex drive, it made the
long space voyages so much more tolerable. He ran his fingers down the line
of his hair to his navel, while his other hit the "Fire" button and he was
off once more....
     Twelve days later, he was nearing Mars when his proximity alarm went
off. Puzzled, he checked the scope and found his way blocked. Where the
heck did that come from? He checked his star atlas and groaned. "Phobos, of
course." he told himself, and cursed that he hadn't figured in the orbits
of Mars' two tiny moons when plotting his course. Too late now for any
maneuvers; he'd just have to land on Phobos and wait for the atomic motor
to recharge itself. He just hoped the moon wasn't too empty; he needed to
live there for a week or more and space rations were awful boring. "Too
many little rocks floating around." he muttered. "One of them in the wrong
place can throw off the best of schedules." Of course, that wasn't really
fair as Phobos was a (very small) moon, not a "rock" and its orbit was
well-known. Dash only had himself to blame.
     He turned the rocket around and began to blast in for a landing. "Hope
no Phobians are below my jets." he said. "And the ones that are down there
aren't homo-phobic." he chuckled at his own joke.
     Once down, he took off his restraining harness and sat up...and nearly
bounced off the ceiling. Phobos was too darned tiny to have much gravity,
he'd have to move carefully when he got out.
     He checked for air, and there was plenty, of course. Every moon and
most larger asteroids had atmospheres, it was just simple chemistry oxygen
is such a common element, after all! So he didn't have to bother with an
air-mask or worse, a full-body suit. There was some kryptonian compounds in
the air, more than he liked, but when was that a problem? That much would
give the air a funny green tint, but nothing else, and since krypton is an
inert gas, he wasn't worried about breathing it.
     He stepped outside and took a breath. Mars was close, so close you
could almost reach out and touch it, a large, orange orb. He could see the
canals and, on the night side, the lights of the Martian cities. The
krypton in the air turned the sky green, but he was relieved to see that
everything else looked pretty much the normal color. Of course, Earth's
blue sky doesn't turn everything blue, either!
     "Well." he said to himself. "Time for my famous first words." He
struck a histrionic pose and shouted. "I come from Earth and I come in
peace!"
     To his surprise, a giggle greeted his words. He looked around,
puzzled, but only rocks were around. He lifted his hand to continue. "Let
these first steps be the path which all Mankind can follow!"
     Another giggle.
     "All right!" he said, looking around. "What's so damned funny?" He
couldn't see anyone, but there was a thousand hiding places that beings
could be hiding in.
     He lifted his hand again, intending to say in conclusion, "For Earth,
for Mankind, and for the United States of America!" as usual (if twice
could be called usual), and he found his hand suddenly...occupied.
     A small flying creature had caught hold of his hand and arm like it
was a tree branch. Slender toes curled around his wrist and forearm,
gripping. The weight wasn't uncomfortable (weight was simply not an issue
on little Phobos, he could have had a man sitting there and still been able
to hold his arm up), but he shook his arm. "Hey, you ugly bug, get off me!"
he said.
     The creature unfolded itself and Dash was surprised. "Hey, you're not
a bug!" he said.
     Thin and graceful, yellow-orange in color, with delicate, transparent
wings of no great size compared to its body, it was vaguely man-shaped, but
with large eyes all purple and even-colored, and ears that were big, veined
and webbed like a bat's wing. The better to hear in the thin atmosphere, he
presumed.
     And between their legs was an organ that, for their little bodies, was
enormous! They uniformly had the sort of cocks that any man would strut
about with proudly. In other words, about the same size as Dash's own!
     The gossamer wings when stretched out reflected rainbows of color like
a film of oil on water, rippling moving colors of light and joy!
     Others of the friendly creatures were moving in, with their wings they
could hover easily beside him, all around him. They gibbered and giggled,
and they wanted to touch him, touch him all over!
     It took him a while to pick up the sound, but they were talking to
him...somewhat. "Welcomewelcomewelcomewelcome." one of them said.
     "Likeyoulikeyoulikeyoulikeyou." another said.
     "Feelyoufeelyoufeelyoufeelyou."
     "Touchtouchtouchtouchtouchtouchtouch!" one jittered.
     "Funfunfunfunfunfunfun!" another gibbered.
     Those fingers of theirs were incredibly delicate and almost spidery,
they stroked over his body so quickly that he almost didn't have time to
react to a touch before it was touching him again, elsewhere, in some other
way.
     One had found the secret to his zipper (though they plainly had never
encountered clothing before) and with a yip of joy! "Openopenopenopenopen!"
he plunged downwards and the zipper came down with him!
     Others of these creatures (he decided to think of them as pixies, a
small, legendary Earth creature a lot like these beings. These Phobian
pixies shared the legendary pixie's sense of mischief and playfulness.
     Two of the pixies had him each by a hand and they were licking the
sensitive palms of his hands with tongues that were prehensile, talented,
and satiny smooth! As the pixie that had hold of his zipper triumphantly
finished its downward journey, and his chest and body were revealed in a
"V" from his shoulders to his crotch, the pixies moved in to touch his pink
skin. To stroke him, to taste him!
     He realized now that their tongues were in fact brushing him with some
sort of enhancing formula, the skin touched by their faint amount of saliva
vibrated far beyond that which could be accounted for by touch however
expert and delightful. He was excited by their caresses, by their kisses,
by their licking, and the pixies seemed to catch fire from his own. They
began an orgy among themselves, those who could not touch Dash directly
compensated by ravishing the ones who could. One pixie ended up in the
curve of Dash's left elbow, clinging there, that tongue playing with Dash's
ear, bringing it alive and more than alive, while another pixie rammed the
licker's ass with vibrant, forceful thrusts. The pixie licking Dash crooned
as the fucking pixie licked his back.
     "You like it, too, huh?" Dash said. "I have to admit that you little
fellows really know how to make a visitor here feel welcome! Ah-gah!"
     One of the pixies had found his cock, was pulling it out from his
still-covered crotch in triumph, and the pixies crowded around Dash's
groin, to wrap! "Oh, God!" Dash groaned. There must be a dozen pixie
tongues wrapped around his cock, they were all covering his dong, working
it in harmony, and that saliva, that pixie-dust he decided to call it
(though there was nothing dusty about it), that pixie-spit was turning him
on, hard and at once! His cock was sparking like a kid's toy ray-gun, he
was trembling with the sheer, raw pleasure that poured upon him from pixie
tongues all over his body at once!
     "Oh, oh, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" He gasped out.
     Those words triggered an immediate and unexpected response, the pixies
swarmed him, pressing against him anyway, everyway they could. Dash now had
pixies all over him, he was buried in pixies, they were rubbing against him
now, he had pixie dicks all over his body, thrusting at him, hard pricks
that slithered back and forth over his body. High-pitched, throaty
chittering about him told him that he was the center of what promised to be
a mass climax. These little pixies were waiting for him to come, trying to
make him come, so they could come with him!
     "Oh, oh, guh, uh!" he gasped. "I'm...coming....now-ow-ow-ow!" And he
erupted.
     Pixies were bowled over as Dash's come struck them. The powerful
squirt of Dash's jizz coupled with the light gravity of Phobos turned it
into the force of a sledgehammer. The pixies whose tongues were wrapped
about his cock were tossed about like rag dolls. Pixies were pummeled, sent
flying by the force of his come as it struck among them. It was like he was
firing an anti-aircraft gun! His cock jerked with the intensity of that
climax, his jizz ripped out like knives into the thin air of Phobos,
peppering and downing pixies that flew all about, knocking them about like
so many pieces of paper!
     But there were plenty more pixies who weren't in the line of
fire. They finished their planned mass orgasm; they gave loose a loud chaos
of yodeling shrieks of pleasure...and Dash found himself drenched all at
once by pixie come. Hot, sensuous, steamy droplets that peppered his body
all over at once, it seemed to coat him in a thick coat of greasy,
slippery, but stimulating jizz that soaked his clothes and lit his body on
fire! That prolonged and aggravated his climax, he was shuddering with the
raw intensity of pleasure, a hundred after-shocks of orgasmic bliss
shuddered through his body, and the pixies were on him, with him, come
splashing all over him, a hundred different sources hitting him a hundred
different ways, but all of them the same in that hot jizz splashed and then
steamed on his body, lighting it with joy wherever it touched!
     Done, panting, Dash felt faint and would have fallen had not the light
gravity made falling a ridiculously slow pasttime. The slightest pressure
of his heels in correction was enough to prevent it.
     All around him, the pixies were sighing in their pleasure, expended,
they sighed and fell to the ground.
     And as Dash watched in puzzlement that turned to horror, they seemed
to evaporate into nothing! "What the hell?" he asked to nobody in
particular.
     Quite a number of pixies were left and none of them seemed the least
bit upset at what had happened. They moved in to lick Dash's body clean of
the pixie-jizz, and Dash was quivering with renewed excitement by the time
they were done and he was clean once again. His clothing, a silvered
jumpsuit, was waterproof (and thus pixie-come-proof) and with the
tongue-bath, it was practically sparkling.
     A few pixies remained with him as the others, their appetites for sex
and the lapped-up jizz seeming to be satisfied. Able now to focus on only
one of them, Dash asked, "What is your name, fellow?"
     "Sexsexsexsexsex." the pixie answered.
     Dash laughed. "I'll call you Sexsex." he compromised.
     Another one was lapping at his cock, which was getting hard again but
not near ready to squirt again so soon. "And you're Sucksuck!" he declared.
     "Sucksucksucksucksuck." the pixie answered, and then did just that,
sucking on Dash's cock.
     "Friendly little fellows, aren't you?"
     "Friendlyfriendly." Sexsex agreed.
     "Where do you live?" he asked.
     "Comewithcomewithcomewith!" Sexsex said.
     With Sucksuck flittering at his midriff and continuing to suck him as
he walked, Dash followed Sexsex across the Phobian landscape. With a
horizon of only some two hundred feet, the buildings he saw at first looked
enormous, but as he approached, they shrank in size...and also in their
beauty. These buildings were old, very old. And while pixies flitted about
among their spires, they were too large to be pixie habitats.
     Sexsex led Dash, beginning to have trouble walking thanks to
Sucksuck's tongue-tickling ministrations, into one of the
building. "Seeseeseesee!" he said.
     "Okay, I'm looking, looking, looking." he said.
     And Sexsex touched a button. The creature that appeared to him in a
holographic projection looked only slightly like the pixies. He was
gray-skinned, larger, wiser...and sadder. A pixie was attached to his
waist, bouncing up and down on this being's dong, an action which seemed to
give him no real pleasure.
     "Greetings, visitor, whoever you are and whatever world of this sun
you hail from." he said. "I am the last surviving member of this planet,
the last of the Phobian race." The being gestured to the pixie impaled on
his cock, and said, "And this creature, our own creation, was our
downfall."
     "What the hell?" Dash said, panting. Jeez, he was about to shoot
again! But did he want to? Think of something else...as if he could, that
tongue was too damned talented, too rich in delights!
     "We Phobians were a people small in number to suit our smaller world,
but rich in technology and rich in love. We created many things for our
pleasure, for our love. And one day, to our sorrow, we created these
creatures, which we call Litlins."
     The Litlin was meant to be a simple pleasure device, the same as we
grew other animals and plants for our food and our uses, the Litlin was a
sexual being. We gave it the power to offer us unending, unstinting
delights. The Litlin will mate with you, match you with your climax. And
then it dies, but another will have caught its seed and lick it up, and it
flies off to make a nest, where it will hatch out more of its kind. A
simple life-cycle, unending and perpetual."
     "So...what...happened?" Dash said to the projection. Damn, he was
about to come! Sexsex was hovering nearby and he tickling Sexsex's balls
absent-mindedly, then jerked his hand away. Panting, he tried to pay
attention to the gray being's sorrowful commentary.
     "Our problem was that we created them too well. None of our people can
resist a Litlin when it touches us, none of us can do anything now but
provide the Litlins with the needed part of their life-cycle, the mating
and ending, and so a rebirth. Without us, the Litlins will not mate...but
neither will they die. So now you, dear traveler, have been taken by the
Litlins."
     "You're...telling...me!" Dash threw back his head and groaned. "Shit,
I'm coming again!" This time he squirted into Sucksuck's gulping maw, and
Sucksuck quivered but held on tight while Dash jetted his spunk into
Sucksuck's mouth. Finished, Sucksuck shook a bit more (and Dash saw that
Sexsex had moved down and was drinking down Sucksuck's jizz fresh off the
fuckpole.
     The gray being said, "You cannot do anything but become their sex
slave. As the Litlins congregate from all over our little world, they will
mate with you, over and over. When the Litlins that are impregnated make
their nests, a new batch will hatch in only twelve of our orbits about the
Red Father, and the Litlin children will grow to adulthood in only another
twelve, and then they will come to find you."
     "You are doomed, my poor traveler. I can only apologize. Know that
these kindly, loving creatures have caused our race to become extinct. I
only trust you are wise enough not to take them to your own world. I have
raised some of them with...an instinct...which will cause them to lead you
here and show you this message. I pray you have heard it in time. My most
sorrowful apologies...and farewell."
     Dash looked at the fading image in horror. More pixies came in the
window towards him, chittering, giggling. He couldn't fend them off, he
just couldn't resist those wonderful, wonderful tongues and fingers and
warm, warm cocks....  * * * * * "But you did fight them off." General
Tolson said when Dash reported in.
     "Yes, sir." Dash smiled. "I'm totally fucked out by the little
sex-fiends, but alive and now shaping my orbit for Mars once more."
     "But how did you do it?"
     Dash shrugged. "No real mystery. The Phobians were a people adapted to
a very small world. They couldn't have bred like humans do, they would have
overrun this moon in no time. So they had very low sex drives. Too low, the
pixies bred faster than they could enseminate them.
     "So you just..."
     "I just took on every pixie on the entire moon." Dash said. "Of
course, it's a small moon, but my dick is sore just the same. I had every
one of them fucked or knocked up in less than a week, and I just made it
aboard before the first batch of new little pixies could come grab me."
Dash smiled. "You'll be interested to know that they seem to take some
genetic cue from the one who helped their parents mate. The whole pixie
race looks like a lot of flying Dash Hogans now. And God help anyone who
lands here ever again, I think they're hornier than they were before, too!"
     "So you fucked the entire race of pixies in time to get away." General
Tolson said. "I suppose I should say well done, soldier."
     "Thank you, sir." Dash said. "I always knew my sex drive was going to
come in handy some day. Still, I do feel sorry for the Phobians."
     "Why is that?"
     "It's bad enough to have to die out as a people, become extinct." Dash
said. "But can you imagine having to do what the last Phobian did, admit to
whatever race finds your ruined cities that the reason you're extinct is
because you all fucked yourselves to death?"
     Dash laughed and ended the transmission. Mars was just next-door; he
just had time for a quick nap before it would be time to say hello to the
Martians.

				  THE END
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