Episode 19: Dear Santa

The tent shelter of a gentle giant! Shade against the Pangaean sun!

After a restless night of mind-boggling revelations Malcolm Brand geared up for a salvage run. One of which he had planned on going solo on in hopes of coping with his newfound abilities. Outdoors, living while not knowing what could sneak up on him had him jittery as much as it did his friends within the Ganthorian Hilton. This new situation of growing at thus far incalculable rates worried everybody. Should he grow indoors it could severely damage their home and hurt one of them. Both Colonels leading these survivors had to look out for the greater good. Not to say Malcolm wasn’t a greater good himself but this odd predicament he was in made him a handicap. He understood completely. Last night alone with Madigan Ridge proved that they were right.

As Malcolm waited for the pain in everyone’s ass, the forever naked Sophia Ridge and her mother Madigan to join him, he relaxed a bit in the shade of the starship. Backpack ready he decided to kick back on a seat they had cannibalized from their crashed Hercules and drink an instant coffee. All that they had left from their crash were packets of survival rations and in-flight perks. Even those were ready to run out, their guilty pleasures slowly dwindling. Of course, with the help of the youthful genius James Ian Pryce they might yet be able to grow coffee beans in their makeshift plantation. That would be a godsend!

Stepping down the lowering ramp waltzed a yawning Cameron Scott harboring his own cup of java. Trudging over toward Malcolm Malibu Brand he met waking giant with a, “Mornin’ Buddy.”

“What happened to our target practice yesterday?”

“The kid wouldn’t let me bring any firearms out. He said the ion casings need to be tested. Might explode in our hands.”

“That would suck. Where’s, Momma Madigan?” Mal wondered but kept their activities on the down low. He wasn’t certain what James Ian had told the rest of their party.

“Babysitting Greta, I’m guessing. Did you know our resident Calamity Jane can turn invisible?”

Mal raised his gaze with curiosity, “Since, when?”

“Since our Komodo attack. Jack’s talking with her as we speak. I guess she inhaled dragons’ breath and now it’s affected her. It’s uncontrollable. Can you believe I actually got in a bathtub with her and didn’t know it? Poor kid panicked.” He sighed, “Felt her ass up though. She slipped in the tub and fell for me.”

Mal frowned and shook his head. “No shame, Man! No shame.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault. Felt nice though. Until she slapped me in the face. Never saw her coming.” Cam chuckled!

“Did you apologize at least?”

“Not yet. I’ll get to it. I think she’s mortified right now.”

As they bantered about Sophia skipped down the starships landing ramp in all of her constantly glistening glory, her sexy body bouncing and wiggling with pride. Dancing her way toward the boys they admired her beauty. Knowing just how deadly that sexy ass was, that was as close as they would ever get. Four feet away at the tents opening. Christ, she was gorgeous! Bitch knew it too!

“Morning, Sunshine.” Cameron leered over his shoulder trying hard not to drool.

“Coffee smells good.” She admitted!

“Want the rest?” Mal offered up his cup. “I thought it sounded good but it’s not digesting well with my apple.”

“No! I just filled up on dirty bath water. Yummy!”

Cam grimaced! “For someone so fucking hot, I just can’t get it up knowing you do shit like that.”

“Awww! Want me to jerk you off?”

“And acid trip my tip? Hell fucking no!”

“Your loss.” Sophia snickered! “I might be able to get my friends to let me finish you off before they get too jealous. Who knows they might agree with my cum fetish.”

“Pass! So, you’re going out shopping with Mal here?”

“I need to stretch my legs. He asked! I jumped on the idea.” Bouncy! Bouncy! Definitely on purpose!

“Bring us back something good.” Cam smirked! “By my calculations it’s almost Christmas time.”

“Considering I’m a sexy HO, lets Ho-Ho- Hope so.”

Madigan Ridge riding on air currents drifted down the ramp to join them. Two nude beauties mother and daughter made Cameron Scott gnash his teeth, morning wood was not his friend today. Slapping his knees he stood up from his crouch and nodded at Malcolm.

“Good luck, All! I’m going back inside, it’s time to face the music.”

Madigan cleared her throat the best she could which sounded like a hoarse echo from beyond the grave. Technically, she was dead. “Please be gentle with, Greta. She’s emotional.”

“I’ll keep it civil. It was an accident after all. Even my pat down. I had no idea what I was feeling until I discovered contours.”

Sophia narrowed her eyes, lost as to what he was referring to. “What am I missing?”

“Nothing Dear. “ Madigan smirked at her daughter. “Shall we go?”

Malcolm forced down his coffee and rose from his padded airplane seat. “Right this way ladies.” After their intimate endeavor last night Malcolm saw Madigan in a new light. Her ghostlike body was more humanoid than usual, while still intangible it almost seemed to pick up on shadows across her body, if not on the ground itself. Weird but beautiful!

On the road again.

Within the Ganthorian vessel Colonel Jack Ramse had finally settled Greta Winston down. Having discussed the matter with Ruby Goddard the two isolated themselves away in favor of consoling her sanity. Ruby held Greta’s hand as the lovely Cowgirl swayed on the floor. Tears had long dried up as their talk sympathized and brought her reality into perspective. Twice during their communications Greta had went invisible right in front of them. While minutes later reverting back to normal. Both Colonels eyed each other over Greta’s emotions.

“Greta?” Ruby whispered patting the woman’s hand. “We need to have James check you out. Let’s be certain that this is not effecting your health.”

“Health? Am I going to die?” Greta stared unblinking, her entire body trembling.

“Not Likely! You’re too tough to let this get in your way. Besides, you have chores to do.” Jack tried to make her stronger. She knew her cattle depended on her.

“It’s just a precaution, Greta.” Ruby consoled the Kansas City Kid. “I for one would be lost without your sense of humor and optimistic outlook. You bring out the best in all of us.”

Jack nodded, standing up to stretch his legs. “What you fear could be what saves your life someday. Look at the rest of us. Since we arrived here most of us have gained new abilities that can be useful in protecting our best interests. Namely our family here. Which you’re a part of. James and Elle brought ole’ Cockroach Frankenstein here back to life and I’ve never felt better.”

“Exactly!” Ruby added! “Imagine how Malcolm feels knowing he could grow at any second without warning. Or Elle looking all diamond. Those diamond cells could one day expand and cover her entire body. Sophia? She’s coped quite well considering she cannot ever touch a human longer than a minute or more. A young girl who can never engage in sex ever again. That would drive me insane.”

Jack smirked as Ruby dared herself to look up into his eyes. Her emotions growling at her words. Just last night after her own bath Ruby felt like tempting Jack by waltzing through in her towel. He never pursued her flirtations and in a sense she was glad. That merely led her to take care of her own personal needs. Finger licking good!

“You two need to stop eyeballing each other and admit ya’ll got feelings.” Greta shivered noting their hormonal connection.

“This isn’t about us, Wichita.” Jack stopped her while she was ahead. “Go get with James. Let him do a blood test and see what that dragon did to your chemical makeup.”

“1800’s! Have you ever even had a physical? Blood drawn?”

“Blood drawn? What?” Greta tensed up.

“Calm down, it’s painless.” Jack insisted. “Pinch to the arm right here and done in under a minute.”

“Let me contact, James.” Ruby touched her collar igniting an image of James Ian setting on his gravity bed preparing to open the hard bound book that Cameron had passed off the week earlier.

“What’s up, Ruby?” James sat up straight as Ruby’s hologram appeared before him.

“Greta needs your attention. That Komodo that Malcolm killed? The invisible one. We think Greta inhaled something from the dragon. Her body becomes invisible off and on. She’s having a hard time coping.”

James carefully sat his book aside with an excited expression. “Now we have the Invisible Woman. Heck, yeah!”

Jack narrowed his gaze and spoke from behind her hologram. “Kid? Stop trying to make us all superheroes.”

“How am I doing that? Other than you, maybe. Everyone else is doing an awesome job on their own. Bring her to my lab. Meet you in a few.”

Hologram fading Greta whined as if seeing a ghost. “Now I’m seeing James out of thin air. Ya’ll saw that, right?”

“It’s called a hologram. Technology from our century tech. Just relax, it’s harmless.” Ruby winked! Standing up she helped Greta to her feet and guided her toward the door, arm around her shoulder. Passing Jack, Ruby smiled sheepishly at him. He in turn nodded ever so lightly, then patted her butt in passing, more of a squeeze but she liked it.

“I owed you that.”

“I knew I should have put some pants on.” The heat even indoors was unbearable at times. Now and again, Ruby liked her leotards to keep cool in. Jack knew it was for him even if she denied it. Ruby tried not to think about his softening state. Squeeze away handsome!

Eleven miles out Malcolm and Sophia were pushing themselves. “I’ll race you to that dune.” Which led to an energetic sprint that felt right. Malcolm’s body had become accustomed to the apple within. Feeding on it whenever he needed a boost of adrenalin. His limbs rejoicing at the exercise.

Sophia in her new body never tired. Her capabilities always wanting to be put to the test. Strength, invulnerability, light refraction, senses in hyper tune, touch destructive as necessary. What else could she do? Her speed thus far left Malcolm in the dust. She was doing Cheetah speed. 60 mph at least.

Her mother Madigan Ridge also had zero trouble keeping up. Her ghostly form appearing in front of both of them as if teleporting. She merely wanted to stay ahead of them with no true idea how that was even possible. It just was. In Malcolm’s case Maddy was a sweet mirage.

Reaching the dune first Sophia halted and jumped up and down, her breasts lively and excited. Nipples like missiles ready to fire she left him in the dust. “Hurry up slowpoke.” She taunted Malcolm while dropping to sit in the sand with her legs wide. “Finish line is between my legs.” Whatever! He was still learning his own newfound limits. The apple in his bloodstream was amazing. He just hoped it would keep the doctor away.

Without breathing heavily Malcolm reached the Ridge family and shook his head beneath his hoodie. Looking at two naked women was a struggle. Worse yet, Mal noticed Maddy with a glint in her spectral gaze. Almost as if emotions were fighting to express themselves. After their strange almost sexual encounter the night before he worried that Madigan had grown feelings for him. Though ironically deceased, the woman was far from dead. Having been reborn for mere minutes the tumble over on top of each other in their colossal size did get a little too intimate. However, Malibu was a man of honor. She was married to a General. Respect meant everything. At least in his current mood.