Far Pangaea
Copyright© 2022 by SZENSEI
Episode 41: MONKEY SEE
Science Fiction Sex Story: Episode 41: MONKEY SEE - The time travel story to end all time. Just when you think you have read it all, something comes along that changes it up. Worlds will collide! Your greatest fears lie around every corner. Just when you can predict the future, you would be wrong. Join our PASTaways as they navigate uncharted territory at the Dawn of Time in hopes of finding a way home. At the very least a safehaven. God be with them! He might even tag along. Keep up Old Man!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Science Fiction Aliens Far Past Time Travel Magic Vampires Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Voyeurism Illustrated
Having explored the cruise liner and discovering no life on board Sabbath Black and the angel version of Cameron Scott, albeit most likely of darkened aspirations found quarters. Cam led her to what was referred to as the Palace. Essentially the Presidential Suite in the memory of a certain Mouse Creator. Luxury at its finest. Even in the faded light both could see in the darkness perfectly. A large set of French doors leading off of the room found a private pool although small. If only it had water.
Amid the closet of the room Sabbath discovered clothing left behind by prior residents. Wherever the passengers went they left with very little. The ship was in near perfect condition in every way save for a coat of dust. Sifting the closets contents Sabbath discovered stunning gowns, swimwear and even a mink fur coat. All beautiful and befitting someone of power. She tried on numerous outfits with a joyful expression. She looked magnificent. Even though she could not see herself in a mirror, she could see fashion itself. Still, she tried, while posing as if a model.
As she stared at an empty mirror something captured her eye. It was almost as if she could see movement within it. Could it be that her vampirism was shifting inside her seeking to let the real Sabbath Black ironically step into the light? The light of her true self. If not, she fidgeted, what else could it be?
Hearing a loud popping noise startled her. Her study of the mirror given up on in favor of the noise. Stepping cautiously out of the closet she spotted Cameron Scott holding a bottle of champagne. Two glasses in hand. Dressed to kill. She worried of that probability while trying not to let him see and read her thoughts. This Cameron seemed to not share the bond as heavily with her as the other Cameron. That in itself spooked her slightly. Yet, this Cameron seemed so sweet. Still the same persona. Yet, something was amiss.
“You look very handsome.” She tried to be cordial. “Even with your wings hidden away.”
“Yeah? It’s Armani. A famous clothing designer born long after you were. If I do say so myself, I could easily be the next James Bond. Bubbly? Shaken not stirred.” It was good to laugh.
Pouring champagne, she accepted her glass sniffing at it. She had been a vampire for so long now that the memory of certain scents escaped her. Even the taste. Regardless, the bubbles tickled her nose in a sensitive manner. Her fusion of microbial parasite cells of were expectant of a meal of any kind. In her case Sabbath felt their appetite, not unlike her bloodlust. Yet, these microbes helped contain her need for human blood. Of that she was thankful. They although would require sustenance at some point.
“Try it. It’s a good vintage. I found it in the ships wine cellar. Oh, right! You’re not used to anything but blood. Let’s hope we can change that. Funny, but even though my body is a Hodge Podge of dark bullshit, I can feel the light inside. The Cameron soul is keeping me sane, I think.” He laughed with a smirk setting the bottle on a table.
“You do not feel the influence of Lilith or Verago?”
“Not really! Fingers crossed I never do. I feel pretty darn good actually. I know one thing.”
“What is that?”
“I care about a certain British Beauty.” He stepped closer to admire her cleavage behind her red dress. His left hand palming the small of her back he lured her to his chest. Smiling brightly, he clinked his lute against hers.
“Here is to you. Good times with no more bad news to spoil it.”
She wanted to believe in him. He was so charming. Yet so was the original Cameron. All she could do was give him a chance. Feeling his heart rate pulsing she sensed he was being genuine. She would form her opinion another day. For now she loved her new surroundings.
“I wish we had some, Tommy Dorsey.”
“Tommy Dorsey?” She tilted her head with a confused look.
“Yep! Big band sound. One of the best. Jazz, Swing. You would have loved his stuff. I know you like dancing.” The name Dorsey suddenly made him recall the military officer that killed the Ganthorians. Lucas Dorsey! Eyes narrowing, he changed his mind.
“Better yet, Guy Lombardo. Anyway! No such music. How about I just hum a tune?”
He began with nasal humming one song before grinning and changing the song to another fond memory. Bobby Darin’s Jack the Knife. This time he sang it. Taking her on a tender dance. She glowed at his performance. It was so cute. He was a pretty decent dancer. In his romantic gesture her microbial cellmates caught on and hummed the instrumental. Feeding off of Cameron’s emotions. He allowed them in. Something he had not allowed Sabbath.
Still, she let it go, enjoying herself until the final dip. Laughter shared by both, it was magical to say the least. “That was fun.” She smiled taking the risk of sipping her champagne. The taste made her wince at first then bite her lower lip. She finished it off in two gulps.
“Well now! Someone likes the vine more than the vein.”
“It is quite good.”
In their moment of fawning eyes something outside made them hesitate, both sensing a disturbance. He started to lead Sabbath by hand toward the French Door when she pulled away.
“Cameron! The moon.”
“Crap! Sorry, I almost forgot. I’ll go check it out. You get comfy. Pour us another glass and I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Be careful.”
“Babe! I battled through hell to get to you.”
She was taken by surprise at his statement. Had he really? Storming through the door he marched out onto the landing and sensed a commotion. It sounded like a primitive language stressed out. Fearful, yet amazed. Unable to see over the sides due to the rooms centered structure he took his jacket, tie, cummerbund, and shirt off to entice his dark wings to retract out of his back.
Sabbath witnessed his transformation then taking flight. It was a thing of beauty. Perhaps he was not as bad as she worried he might be. Her emotions mixed, she just missed the Cameron who was. This Cameron who might still be. It was the heritage that spawned his return that ruined her emotions.
Outside Cameron flew high and glared about toward the grounds that surrounded the ship. Below to his shock were hundreds of glowing people. Frolicking about without menace. It was obvious that the ships passengers were somehow in a state of flux. Here! Not here! Spirits? Regardless, it was not they that created the commotion. It was the Neanderthals, or whatever variation of early man they might be. They were walking amongst the spirits as if trying to communicate with them. It was an interesting situation.
His decision made Cameron fluttered his wings into a downward spiral and arched his body for a soft landing amid the ghosts. The second he touched the ground the spirits halted movement. All looking directly at him without malice. Merely inquisitive!
“Howdy Folks! Throwing a going away party?” He rather hoped so, because he wanted to get back to Sabbath.
The spirits tried to speak but no words escaped their intangible condition. Only the Neanderthal’s seemed to hear their voices. And they were hesitant to run from Cameron. The female in particular seemed curious of Cameron’s stature. The males growing jealous instantly.
“Calm down Amigo’s. I got no interest in your gal. Got my own up there. What’s with all these Island Hoppers?”
What appeared to be the Captain of the Vessel spoke in silence toward the male dominant of the Cave Folk without a Cave. Cam grew intrigued by the fact they could hear him, but he could not. Approaching the captain, Cam placed his hand out and phased through the man’s ghost-like body, his touch creating pain within the spirit. He swiftly retracted his hand.
“Sorry, Cap’n! I didn’t know that would hurt you.”
As one touch retreated another approached. This time the female Neanderthal reached around Cameron and gripped his manhood, hidden beneath his train of feathers. The shock made Cam billow his wings to scare her away. Not her! She stood her ground. The males however used sticks to jab at him angrily.
“Hey now! I didn’t coax in ole Lucy here. You fella’s must not be doing something right if she’s flirting. What’s the deal here? How can you guys hear the spirits and I can’t? Now would be a good time for one of those communication collars James gave everyone. It wasn’t like we had time to ask for one.”
Shrugging at what to do he heard a vicious screeching sound, then felt the disturbance of wings upon the night sky.
“Wonderful! Momma’s Boys!” Cam grimaced! He knew the calling. Vampires that had escaped to lead their own lives were on the hunt. Most likely looking for both prey and a new home. Not in his castle they wouldn’t. Nobody would take away this moment from him.
“I think it’s a safe bet the vampires never took the lives of these spirits. Had to be something else. Can’t hurt them in their state so they’re okay. If I leave the Four Amigos here, they’re going to be drained before I get back to Sabbath.”
A pair of bat-like vampires landed amid the spirit congregation of women and children. Confused by their lack of fear, a boy even looked up at a vamp smiling. That moment of response time was all Cam needed. In a blur of speed, he snapped the vampire’s neck and rips its head from his body. The other vampire let out a cry of loss taking flight. Cam let him go.
The Neanderthals cowered and huddled as one at the sight. Walking over to them Cam crouched with what appeared a friendly tone.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll keep you guys safe. They might come back. I can’t leave you guys here.” He looked up at the ship groaning. “So much for my romantic dinner. As if we had a dinner.” He then smiled at the primitives. “No! You’re not the main course so, calm it down.”
On the side of the ship, he noted a chain ladder dangling over the hull. Standing up he claimed the hand of the female. She was fearless. The males objected until he hissed at them. Holding the female, he took flight and hauled her up to the ships deck.
“Stay here, Lucy.”
He then returned for another. The shorter male was forced to submit. He then took him up to the ladder, showing him how to climb it. Not so easy but the male managed. One by one he brought the others to the ladder and let them do the work of reaching Lucy.
“Ladies night! You guys have to work for it if you want to win the girl.” He then soared up to the deck landing beside Lucy. She immediately appeared drawn to Cameron. Eyes sparkling! Even for a primitive they were gorgeous. Too bad her breath was like rotten fish.
“Up comes Lorenzo, Moe, and Gomez. The Three Amigos.” He chuckled at their awkward landing on the deck. Hearing more bats in the night Cam shook his head. He didn’t have a choice. They would have to join him and Sabbath. Anywhere else on board the ship and the vamps would find them.
“Come on. But you’re sleeping on the floor. I better not get fleas in my bed.” He retracted his wings and guided them through the ship. It took forever because they had to examine every little thing in their path. Curiosity at even their reflection in a window.
Cam recalled a souvenir shop and decided to at least make them more presentable. Taking on a fatherly approach he chose t-shirts for each of them. A White Minnie Mouse tee for Lucy brought out her eyes. As well as the boys touching her shirt. Inevitably her breasts. Minnie scolded them for sure.
The shorter Neanderthal Lorenzo wore a Donald Duck shirt. Moe a Mickey Mouse. Gomez a Goofy tee. Cameron had to help them put the shirts on. Without him knowing Sabbath had made the journey down in the shadows to observe Cameron’s concern for the early men and early woman. She smiled at his jokes. The primitives were growing close to him by the minute. Even going so far as to laugh amongst themselves.
She decided to step into the room hugging the walls for safety in shadow. The moon was high and there were hundreds of windows all around them. Cam instantly felt her presence. Turning toward her, he grinned over his antics.
“Sorry I’m taking so long. I had to get the kids dressed for school.”
“They are darling. Cameron, you have such a good heart.” She tried to believe.
“You feel the vampires outside?”
“I did. You did the right thing bringing them indoors.”
“Yeah, but unless they stay in our room the vamps are going to come after them. You just know the second we leave these guys alone they’re going to roam.”