Marooned
Copyright© 2026 by PoBoy
Chapter 14
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14 - After his freighter's drive malfunctions, Luke Ripley lands on a deserted planet to wait for rescue. When an alien war intrudes on his solitude, he meets a new partner. Together, they try to escape before the enemy can get to them. Rescue is two years away, but the Bugs are much closer.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Military War Science Fiction Aliens Space BDSM MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting
After the door closed behind us, we parked the wagon and stripped off our outerwear, dropping it to the deck. Boots came next, then the rest of our filthy clothes. The cargo bay was hot compared to outside. After stripping naked, we ran up to deck two and got in the shower. We spent an hour scrubbing every centimeter of each other. The water ran black with all of the dirt. The hot water felt glorious on sore and tired muscles. Thivkari’s hands on my body did too. Once we were clean and dressed in blessedly clean clothes, we went up to engineering to check on the fabricator. There were no issues reported, and it was a little less than half way finished. We then went to the galley to eat anything other than survival rations or sausage. Since there wasn’t any meat thawed, I pulled some of the few remaining prepackaged frozen meals and cooked them in the microwave. It was almost 1600 when we went back to our quarters and fell into bed.
I woke up sometime after 0230 and had to pee. My whole body hurt, and I woke Thivkari as I was getting back into bed. She got up to use the head, but I think I fell back asleep before she got back in bed. Sometime around 0600, I woke up again. I still hurt, and wanted to stay in bed, but my brain was wide awake. I extricated myself from the bed, but still managed to wake Thivkari, who stretched and looked at me. After getting dressed, I opened the viewport and saw ... blackness. The sun wasn’t up yet, so I couldn’t tell if it was still snowing by looking outside. A check of the weather on the survival computer showed that it was still snowing, and that the storm was hundreds of kilometers across. We went to the galley and got breakfast, then started to clean up. We retrieved dirty clothes from where we had left them in the cargo bay. The bag of dirty washcloths that smelled like mildew and body funk. It all went into the wash, except my leather chaps. Then we spent time cleaning the wagon, which was spattered with mud. We had everything put away before noon.
It was still snowing. “I should open the cargo bay door to look at the snow,” I joked.
Thivkari glared at me. “Do not open that door. It’s twenty below outside.”
There really wasn’t anything else to do. The fabricator was busy printing a new core, and we couldn’t go outside. The bugs looked to be holed up at their camp. It wasn’t very nice to tease Thivkari, but knowing that I couldn’t leave the ship made me really want to. After lunch, we spent the rest of the day lounging around watching TV. I had put a roast in the fridge to thaw, but it wouldn’t be ready for a few more days, so I fried some Teldarswine cutlets that had finished thawing for dinner, serving them with fried squash and onions I had harvested from the garden. I was glad I had harvested before our journey. The immature plants that I had left behind were now certainly dead.
It snowed for five days straight. And not like on Earth, where a storm would drop a bunch of snow over the course of a day, and then it would let up for a day, and then it would resume. The storm never stopped dropping snow. Occasionally, the ship would vent waste heat from the reactor, causing a thin layer of melt on the top of the ship that would result in the accumulated snow pack slipping off. We could hear it hitting the ground with a rumble like thunder. After a few days, I started using the gym to keep busy and in shape, and insisted that Thivkari join me. She was reluctant, as she was still sore, but low impact isometric exercises did help with the soreness, provided she didn’t overdo it. We watched a lot of TV and had a lot of sex. I insisted that we maintain a schedule, but boredom was beginning to seep in.
It’s odd, really. When flying through space, you can’t leave the ship, but I almost never got bored. Maybe because I was doing My Job. I had maintenance routines on the ship I had to complete. I had cooking and cleaning to do. I never got stir crazy like I was during the five days it was snowing. I finally concluded that it was because in space, it isn’t possible to leave the ship. Right now, I could leave the ship. I’d be buried in snow, but the ship would allow me to open the cargo door. I couldn’t open the crew airlock door because that was up on deck two, and there wasn’t a personnel jetway attached to the hull, but that didn’t matter. To my brain, there was a breathable atmosphere on the other side of the airlock, and why the fuck wasn’t I going outside to breathe air that hadn’t been generated by a recycler? So, when the computer told me that the snow had stopped falling, I bundled up and opened the cargo door. Which turned out to be a terrible idea.
Decks one and two stuck out off the back of the ship, which provided some shelter from the weather. Five days of snowfall, however, didn’t care. The opening door created a void in the snow pack as it swung up. The door got to about fifteen degrees above horizontal, and snow started to fall inward, so I stopped its progress manually. It was surprisingly warm, but that was probably because the snow had created an insulating blanket around the void. I stepped out and realized that I couldn’t actually go anywhere, got frustrated, and went back inside, closing the door behind me. When I got back to our quarters to remove all of the outerwear, Thivkari regarded me like I was an idiot. “I still don’t understand why you wanted to go out there.”
“I just wanted to get out of the ship,” I sighed, “but there’s too much snow.” I opened the viewport. It was overcast, but every bit of terrain I could see was blanketed in white. “This planet has the weirdest weather. No precipitation except for a single rainstorm all summer, followed by a snowstorm that dropped probably five meters of snow on the ground. How the hell does the wildlife even survive?” So we continued to stay inside for another week, and I created work for myself. I typed up a complete report of my actions on the planet, including after action reports analyzing our combat encounters with the Yishkak. I queued the report for transmission to a buddy I knew who was sill part of the 3rd Intelligence Battalion. I also typed up a report for Alderyce Shipping, explaining what had happened to me. That report stayed in my drafts folder so I could update it. The second day after it stopped snowing, the temperature went above freezing. The clouds had moved on, and it was sunny. Some of the snow sublimated, but most of it started melting. That night, it dropped back below freezing, turning the top layer of the snow into ice. Two days later, it stayed above freezing. It took two MORE days for the snow to really start melting. A full week after it had stopped snowing, I opened the cargo door again. Which was, again, a bad idea. The ground was covered in mud. I took one step outside, and sank in mud to my ankle. Cursing, I pulled myself free, took my boot off right there, and hobbled back so I could wash the mud off of it. It didn’t matter, as the fabricator had finally finished printing the new core.
It took us all afternoon to get the core out of the fabricator bed and on to the spindle. This is because the mounting bracket is on the bed. I suppose we could have had it print upside down, but there wasn’t enough superconductive material to print the supports. We had to wear gloves and carefully tip the core into the sling. Once it was free of the bed, we moved it to where the spindle was, and repeated the process in reverse. Once it was bolted to the spindle, Thivkari retrieved the cellulose wrapping and put it back on the core, then we pulled the superconductive wire off of the receiving spool, through the shuttle grommet, on to the core where it was bolted to the terminal post, then hand turned it to get it started. Once the vertical shuttle was moving to Thivkari’s satisfaction, we gave the spool a hand turn and engaged the motor to rewind the core. If taking it apart was any indicator, this would take close to two weeks because of the manual intervention we would need.
Four days later, I was tired of watching the core. We had to visually inspect the progress. If the wire got mispositioned, the core might not work right. There were several times we had to tap the top or bottom of the vertical shuttle because the wire went up too high or too low on part of the wind; the tap realigning it with where it needed to be positioned. At the end of the day, we’d shut it down so we could go to bed, restarting it in the morning, and taking shifts watching it. It was incredibly boring, and when my shift was over, I’d go down to the cargo bay and open the door. The mud around the ship was drying up, but I could still see runoff from snowmelt running towards the nearby lake. I was able to walk out, but I couldn’t go very far. The hill the ship was on started sloping down about fifty meters in any given direction. Another hundred meters down the hill in any direction saw the grade flatten out, and it was there that snowmelt seemed to have collected. The ground was muddy and impassible. Shrubs and trees stuck up out of the muck, lending the landscape a barren wasteland appearance. Still, I was able to walk around the ship without getting my boots too muddy.
A week later, the core was rewound. We bolted the other end of the wire to the terminal post and spent nearly four hours getting the core off of the spooler and mounted back in the drive gimbal. After replacing the protective covers, Thivkari ran the diagnostic test, which failed after several minutes, but it was an expected failure because the test fields didn’t match the current calibration profile. The new core needed to be calibrated, which we couldn’t do inside the planet’s gravity well. Before we left, thought, we still had things to do, like retrieving a pair of 15mm machine guns and ammunition, and locking down the Tsch’kal transport. Since the transport was closer, we went there first. Trudging through the mud turned an hour long hike into a four hour ordeal. After arriving, Thivkari connected a portable power module to the engineering computer and set a lockdown code. Once the code was acknowledged, we took the power module outside, connected it to the hatch controls, and set the same lockdown code, then initiated the lockdown. The measure wouldn’t keep out a determined intruder, but it WOULD make the ship uncooperative with unauthorized repairs. With that done, we trudged back to the Queen North, arriving just after dark.
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