Marooned
Copyright© 2026 by PoBoy
Chapter 4
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
“Luke?”
I snapped awake. The clock said 10:37 local. “Yeah?”
“Can you help me to the toilet again?”
I rubbed sleep out of my eyes and stretched. “Sure. How are you feeling?”
“Sore, and I need to urinate.”
I had the MedScanner run a diagnostic. The inflammation was down, and she looked to be healing. I uncovered her and checked the wound. It looked like the infection had cleared up, too. “This is looking better. Do you need more pain medication?” She nodded. I had the AutoDoc giver her another dose of pain medication, and she seemed to relax a bit. Scooping her up, I said, “Päshcoor.” She smiled and hooked her arm around my neck, then pulled herself closer to me. When she was done with the toilet, I helped her get in the bed in her quarters. “Comfortable?” I asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Will you be able to get to the toilet and back?”
She nodded. “I think so.”
I went down the passageway to where the ladder was and retrieved the deck 2 survival computer from its mount on the bulkhead. I had the one from deck 1. There were 3 more on the ship: The cargo hold had one and deck 3 had two, one by the ladder and one in sickbay. “Here, don’t lose this,” I said, handing her the tablet-sized computer. They were ruggedized, waterproof, had solar panels on the back for recharging, and could connect to the survival satellite constellation, the ship, and each other. They were also VERY expensive. I pushed the startup button. The display showed a greeting message, and a button. “You’re going to push the button and say hello to it. It will then give you a list of languages.” I shut off the translator on my own, and she went through the setup process. Once finished, I turned my translator back on. The two computers would talk to each other. “I’m going to go to your ship and retrieve your clothing and any other belongings. You can talk to me through the computer. I can send you video, so you can see what I see. When I get there, I’ll turn on the camera and you can guide me to where they are.”
“What you see will show up here?” she asked. I turned my camera on and swept it around the room. She smiled when I pointed the camera at her and captured a still image.
“I’ll let you know before I leave. I need to gather some supplies.”
Half an hour later, I was back at her ship wearing a large pack. I turned on the camera. “Can you hear me?” I asked.
“Yes,” came the translated reply. I made my way into the ship. The dead were beginning to smell. I tried to avoid panning the camera over them as Thivkari directed me down various passageways until I reached a large compartment containing half a dozen beds, and she directed me to a chest at the foot of one of the beds. I emptied the contents into my pack. There were several uniform jumpsuits, along with pants, shirts, underwear, dresses, skirts, boots, and sandals. I stood up and turned to leave. Against one of the bulkheads was a woman, her head bent at an unnatural angle. Thivkari’s strangled cry of, “Mother!” came through the speaker. I quickly panned the camera away. Her weeping didn’t need any translation.
“I am so sorry, Thivkari. Would you like me to bring you back so that you can say goodbye?” I turned the camera to face myself. “I’ll need to do something about the dead. It wouldn’t be proper to leave them on the ship. Do I bury them?” She continued sobbing. “Ok. You don’t have to decide now.” I exited the compartment and made my way back out. The trip back to the Queen North was somber. When I got back, Thivkari was sitting on the edge of her bed, her cheeks were wet with tears.
“I knew they were all dead, but,” she sniffled, “Seeing her made it real.”
I deposited the pack on the deck and sat down next to her, putting my arm around her shoulders. “Thivkari, I apologize. I should have been more mindful of what was in the compartment. I tried to avoid showing you any of the dead.” I gave her a hug. “Did you want me to bring you back so that you can say goodbye?”
She gave me an odd look. “I can’t walk back, it’s too far.” She picked up the survival computer and tapped at the display. “My ship is 3.71325 kilometers away.” She gave the translator a funny look as it rattled off the digits. I almost laughed. The computer had given her the distance in whatever units she used, and she had rounded down for brevity. The computer then translated the distance into kilometers. The exact distance was close to 4.1 km.
Wisely, I stayed on topic. “I’ll carry you the 4 kilometers.” I waited for the translator to finish rattling off digits. This time she laughed. “The precision is maddening. It doesn’t matter, though. I’ll carry you. How do your people treat the dead? Humans sometimes bury ours, or we incinerate them and keep the ashes in an urn. You can request to be buried in space, but they put you in a coffin and give you enough delta-v to reach the nearest star.”
“We burn their remains after the family has said goodbye.” She gave me a hug. “Are you certain? You’ll need to build a stack of wood large enough for all of the bodies. That will be a lot of work after carrying me.”
I shrugged. “We shouldn’t wait. The, uh, smell ... the bodies need to be ... you understand.” She nodded. I motioned to the pack. “We should get your belongings stowed and get you dressed. I’ll need the pack to transport tools and a chair for you to sit in so you’re not just laying on the ground.” I opened the pack and began stuffing the contents into the locker. I set aside a pair of panties, a bra, a shirt, and a pair of pants, as well as socks and a pair of boots. Holding up the panties, I said, “I’m guessing that you’d like a clean pair?” She blushed and nodded.
I helped her stand up and get out of the medical gown, and then checked her wound. There wasn’t any additional fluid under the dressing, and the scar was looking pink instead of red. I helped her into the bra, which lacked a clasp like a sports bra. Then I helped her change her underwear. The process put me almost at eye-level with her sex and I was able to see that she did, in fact, have labia like a human woman. After pulling the clean panties up, she was blushing. I then helped her step into the pants and get them fastened. Rather than a belt, they had a strap she pulled to tighten the waistband. Next up was the shirt, which I gingerly helped her put on while she sat on the edge of the bunk. I put her socks and boots on her feet, then left her to load the equipment I’d need into the pack. In engineering, I disassembled the smaller saw I had constructed for cutting through brush, packing the modular power and motor pieces, as well as a much larger blade that would be suitable for cutting trees. I packed the travois, a plastic jumpsuit that I could wear over my clothes to protect me from biological contamination, a breathing mask, a pair of collapsible chairs, a plasma torch, and a hydration pack that held 4 liters of water.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked.
She nodded. “Are you sure you want to carry me all that way?” I nodded and picked her up. She pulled herself close to me and whispered, “Päshcoor.” The trek back to her ship took close to three hours with frequent stops to rest and drink water. A fireman’s carry would have probably been easier on my arms, but would have hurt her badly. When we arrived at her ship, I was tired and my shirt was soaked with sweat. When I set Thivkari down, the right side of her clothing was similarly damp. When the ship came down, it cleared a path through the trees. I set up the chairs off to the side, and would be building the funeral pyre in the area cleared by the crash. After helping her into one of the chairs, she said, “I feel like I should be helping.”
I patted her on the thigh and said, “I’ve got this. Sit here.” For the next hour, I felled trees, chopped off their branches, cut them into manageable pieces, and dragged them to the clearing and arranged them into boxes. I cut notches and put them together like log cabins, filling the middle with dry brush and branches, and closing the top with a layer of logs. I didn’t have any accelerant, so I hoped the dry brush would be enough to get the whole thing going. It seemed to work when I wanted to cook outside over an open fire.
The hour after was spent, suited up and wearing the respirator, pulling the dead out of the ship. I was glad I had built 4 pyres, as there were 15 dead Tsch’kal. I reverently lay each of them on the wood piles, then stripped off the uncomfortable oversuit and mask. I immediately regretted taking the mask off. It wasn’t my first time being around the dead, but when I got stuck with the duty of policing the dead bodies of enemy soldiers we killed in action, they were only a few hours old. Thivkari was sobbing. I picked her up and carried her to the pile where her mother’s body was. I held her from behind with my arms wrapped around her, under her breasts, while she cried and held her mother’s hand. “Goodbye, mother. I love you.” The translator had difficulty picking up her speech through the sobbing, but it sounded like she was saying a prayer asking her gods to safely guide the dead into the afterlife. When she was done, I took her back to the chairs, set her down, and went to work getting the pyres lit. The plasma torch got the brush going, and it only took a few minutes for them to start burning in earnest.
I went back and collapsed into the other chair and took a long pull from the hydration pack. Reaching out to her, I held her hand as we watched it burn.
A few hours later, the fires were just embers. Thivkari had me take her to the engineering compartment where she entered some commands into the console. All of the doors slid open and locked. “The batteries won’t last forever. I’ve locked all of the doors open, and the hatches are in manual mode and unlocked. If we need anything else from this ship, we’ll be able to get to it.” She then took me to sickbay, where I filled a plastic box with all of the medication and stowed it in the pack. “There is food in the galley,” she said, “should we get it?”
I shrugged. “We should have enough, but there’s no harm in having more. I can always come back for it.” I carried her back out of the ship and closed the rescue hatch and dogged it shut. The computer left it unlocked. Shifting her to a more comfortable position in my arms, I carried her back to the Queen North.
I deposited her back in her quarters and went to unload the pack. The medical supplies went to sickbay. I had no idea what they all were, but without the possibility of resupply, they were valuable. I stowed the tools in engineering, and stashed the chairs in the cargo bay. I was dirty, sticky, and reeked of smoke. Human corpses smelled like roast pork when they burned, which is a thing I wish I did not know. The Tsch’kal were no different, with the exception of a more acrid undertone from the burning fur. Which, again, is a fact I could have lived my life without knowing. I was weary, and needed a shower. I went back up to deck 2, kicked my boots off in my quarters, and headed for the shower. I stripped down and cursed when I realized I had left the chair from Thivkari’s quarters in here. Moving the chair out of the way, I set my clothes on it and turned the water on and scrubbed the dirt, sweat, and tiredness off of myself. Well, I tried. The last one didn’t go away completely, but by the time I was clean, I felt a little better. I stepped up to the sink and mirror to shave. I was rinsing the last of the shaving foam off of my face when the door opened.
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