Space Cadets In Action 
by Katie McN 

Marcel trained the sex ray on Daphne and Baird and let go with 
a lethal blast. At first, the two of them fell to the ground and 
started ripping at each other’s clothes. They continued on 
exploring each other's possibilities, getting hotter and hotter 
as each second passed into eternity. Neither one had ever 
experienced such arousal or pleasure (with the possible 
exception of that night after the prom was over, but that was a 
special case). 

Marcel trained the dyna-vid machine on the pair knowing that he 
was going to produce another hot snuff video and be the envy of 
all the 22nd century alt.sex.snuff.video producers. And then it 
happened..." 


Space Cadets In Action Chapter Two 
by Kenny N Gamera 
(with apologies to all concerned) 


A hole opened in space/time and from it stepped that sexy 
polarian, Claudette of the North Star and her fellow Space Corps 
Cadet (Senior Grade) KatieR the 3rd. Marcel stood stunned at 
first, but moved quickly to the small portable, hand sized model 
of his sex ray (patent pending).  Even though not as powerful as 
the industrial floor sized model, both Claudette and Katie knew 
that at such close range and with their overcharged bodies, the 
tiny weapon could do much damage to each of them. 

    With the reflexes of youth (the reason the Corp takes only 
the most nubile of fourteen-year olds), they dived behind two 
counters: Claudette to the left and Katie to the right.  Each 
drew their sidearm, orgasmic paralyzers (McN Industries, 'we 
bring good sex to life'), as if controlled by one brain and 
answered the near lethal fire of their foe. 

"If I had only had a chance with that turtleman from the 
Cowstar," lamented Claudette, "I would have been sexually 
satisfied enough to resist the relatively low settings of that 
sex ray." 

    "Well, it's not my fault if he's hiding in his shell, 
comatose." 

    "Lord, Katie! With what you threatened him with, it' lucky 
he hadn't had hearts attacks and died.  You really need to 
control your jealous streak." 

    "I Am Not Jealous!  Especially of turtles.  Especially of 
MALE turtles." 

     "Katie, you know that with you there will be no others..." 

     "Humph!" 

     "...other humans..." 

     "Humph!" 

     "...other women..." 

     "Humph!" 

     "... other human women..." 

     "Humph!"  and for extra measure,  "Humph!" 

     "I can't help it if you like to share."  Claudette turned 
serious, "besides we have to save those primitive earthlings 
from the clutches of Marcel.  If we can only get to them in 
time." 

Can Claudette and Katie reach Daphne and Bairde before the 
effects of the sex ray become irreversible?  If they do, will 
Daphne and Bairde get "weird" about it? Will Marcel get his?  
Will Claudette and Katie make hot lesbian love without a man 
hopping from the closet?  Will the turtleman from the Cowstar 
become turtle soup at the Space Corp Academy and Opera House 
Cafeteria? 

Don't ask me!  If I knew, I'd still be writing. 

Thank You and Good Day, Kenny N Gamera 
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com 



 Chapter Three 
by Kenny N Gamera 
(with apologies to all concerned) 

 We ended Chapter Two in another thread altogether with: 
Everyone's favourite Space Corp Cadets (Senior Grade), Claudette 
of the North Star and KatieR the Third, had Marcel, snuff 
producer from the 22nd Century, pinned down in his early 21st 
Century lab/studio where he was filming another stuff clip for 
his Usenet empire of filth.  The writer then ran out of ideas, 
and went for nachos and a cold Kaliber (fake beer by the brewers 
of  Guiness and Harp) or twenty-six. 

He feels much better now.... 

A hole opened in space/time and from it rush Marcel, who decided 
he had made a mistake.  It, however, was too late for him to 
retreat, because behind him came both the very sexy and very 
green Claudette of the North Star and the very sexy and very 
blonde KatieR the Third.  Their injuries were healed and worst 
of all, their orgasmic paralyzers (McN Industries, 'we bring 
good sex to life'), were charged while his sex ray dangled 
uselessly like the penile apparatus of an immature Martian 
ground spigot. 

"We got you now, Marcel," shouted Claudette in 22nd Century 
Polarian.  Which to someone who grew up speaking 20th Century 
North American English sounded like, "Hey, could someone bring 
us some nachos over here." 

"Yes, my great-great-grandmother Katie R the First told us that 
you appeared at the 2000 Virtual Solstice Party," added Katie R 
the Third (here by known as KatieR III) in the same language.  
"So, we had plenty of time to recuperate from the self-
destruction of your evil lair."  (Which sounded like, "And bring 
on the babes, WooHoo!") 

"Excuse me, I need to use the little boys room," said Marcel in 
a timid voice. In Polarian this meant, "Hey, is that you're 
great-great-granny over there, Cadet (Senior Grade) Katie". 

The two cadets turned around to see Katie R III's exact twin at 
a table of many attractive women.  Marcel took the chance he had 
to run through the crowd to a couple of doors.  One was marked 
with universal 22nd Century symbol of the men's room, a Scotsman 
in a kilt.  Thinking himself safe enough in there to recalibrate 
his shoe installed time machine for the trip back to the future 
where he could go back to the early 21st Century and warn 
himself of the coming raid.  Together, he and he could capture 
those meddling cadets.  It would make a nice clip for his 
illegal website, too. 

He opened the door only to find the room in use, by a large, 
frightening woman with bright tattoo on her left breast just 
over her heart.  The tattoo, an intricate working of swords, 
shields, ivy, crowns, and a large cross was partially destroyed 
by three distinct parallel burns.  Marcel decided he now really 
needed to pee. 

"What mortal dares interrupt the urination of Aquillae, Daughter 
of Diquitus." 

Marcel heard the woman ask if he could help him.  He looked at 
her and demanded in a weak and timid voice.  "What are you doing 
in the Scotsman’s room."  Which sounded like, "Hiya, toots.  
How's about we do the nasty together on the pool table." 

***************** 

Kenny N Gamera had successful rejoined his bottle of Irish 
Whiskey and was contemplating standing on the bar to sing the 
"Old Moonshiner" when he first heard the screams coming from the 
women's room. 

"Uh," he said to the girl to his right whom he was trying to 
convince himself to hit on even if she was sixteen.  Whoever let 
in all the jailbait, either needed her/his/its head examined or 
a medal. 

"Oh, some babe in a chain mail dress is cleaning the toilet with 
a guy dressed in aluminum foil," she said between bites of nacho 
with extra jalapenos over the top. 

"Oh,"  Kenny thought that some people may just be too kinky.  
"So, you've read my story on ASSM.  You know, I could give you a 
part in this story I'm writing..." 

The End Space Cadets In Action started by Katie McN 
finished and buried Kenny N Gamera 
the original manuscript was given to that girl MichealD came 
with.      No, not Haley.  The one playing with the torches.      
Sorry, if it wasn't soon enough.