Chapter 8: Buff Battle on The Moon

Babe surmised that there were seven other time travelers on the seven other rockets.

Each would land at a different habitat at strategically different locations on the moon. Each of those habitats contained a device that would magnify the time-traveling power of the person holding onto the controls.

Those magnifications would be enough to rock the moon apart.

All we needed to do was get to each of those other landing sites and stop the person who landed there from cumming. Eventually, we would reach a point where the moon would not be torn apart.

Babe, Gabby, and Stacy had already set up habitats next to the following seven landing sites. We also had a rover at this site and each of the other sites.

The trips were honestly boring. I mean, yeah, we were driving on the moon! Yay!

But there is no color. And if you’ve seen one crater, you’ve seen almost all of them.

Looking at the Earth floating in the blackness above us is fucking spectacular! For a while.

Then it gets boring, too.

And there is no way to make a trip across the moon quickly. With the gravity situation and potholes, getting from point A to point B takes a while.

Especially when the distance is about 250 miles.

Mind you, driving on the moon for 250 miles is a lot different than driving for 250 miles on Earth. A trip like that takes a few hours on Earth. On the moon, it can take about a month.

In our case, it took an average of two and a half months.

Pretty brutal tips.

When we arrived at the first habitat, we still had about four months before the rocket was supposed to land.

So, we used our pussies to make up that time, bringing ourselves to orgasm until we were only a day from the landing.

Then we waited.

“What if it’s Sappers?” Holy asked.

“Knock him out?” I said, picking up a cooking pan.

Holly nodded in approval. “Never did like that cocksucker,” she said. “Not sure how I fell for that shit.”

As it turns out, seven other women felt the same way.

From every rocket came another woman who was a time traveler.

None of the women took much convincing to come to our side. We didn’t even have to promise cookies!

Damn it, I wanted a cookie. Not many of those are on the moon.

I also wanted to be with Babe.

None of those are on the moon.

Granted, the other women were hot.

But they were not Babe.

Each time we convinced the other girl to come to our side, we would see a flash in the distance, and the moon would vibrate.

When we were down to the last two, I was very worried.

When there were nine of us, I was beside myself.

Even when we convinced Cherry to come to our side, the horizon turned white, and the moon vibrated. Even after every fucking one of us was in that one habitat, the moon started to break apart.

For shits and giggles, only I went to the time and place when the moon started falling apart, me by myself, me alone.

I still saw a flash in the distance.

I sat on a cot, three months before the explosion. I was beside myself.