Star Venturers (closed – PM before joining)

[Veryknowing]

Also titled, “VK’s naughty space romp”


STAR VENTURERS




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It is the dawn of the 21st Century, and the early years of a new age of discovery. We have reached for the stars and found that we are not alone. Out there among the stars are wondrous mysteries and ancient alien civilizations, strange exotic creatures and fantastic worlds of adventure.
These are the journals of the starship, “Pathfinder”, and it’s intrepid crew, on a long-term mission of exploration, seeking new worlds, and going further than anyone has ever dared before….
- Introductory blurb of the 1970s science-fiction TV show, “Star Venturers”





Way back in the 1970s, a fictional TV show called the “Star Venturers” was produced by a small TV network owned by billionaire playboy, Maximilian Paradys. Star Venturers was firmly aimed at the late night audience and skirted the edge of the censors knife as it was filled with sexual innuendo and occasional soft-porn semi-nudity. It had been aimed squarely at the main market of those hours; men. It only lasted two seasons, with a third season on the way when suddenly the show was axed. Mystery surrounded the axing of the show, with rumours of conspiracy and possible murder sparked by the strange disappearance of the producer/director, “Peter Anderson”, and the show’s chief SFX technician, “Dr James McGinley” (formerly of NASA). According to the oft-repeated urban legend, the TV show seemed to be cursed as inexplicable disappearances, murders, and accidental deaths eventually befell all of the actors and crew over the next ten years.

Long after being officially axed, re-runs of the series on other local TV stations and eventually on cable TV led to “Star Venturers” becoming a minor cult-classic with it’s conventions and legions of fans.



The Star Venturers setting

Star Venturers was set in an optimistic, very futuristic version of the early 21st Century as the producers and writers of the 1970s TV show proposed it might be.

It was an early 21st Century where space travel was almost routine, common, taken for granted by many people. The Moon had several permanent bases (the first Moonbase was built in the late 1970s), and Mars was in the early days of colonisation.

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The first manned landing on Mars was in the mid-1980s, and was a rare joint USA/USSR mission. There had been a few deep-space missions to the outer planets during the 1990s. A dozen space-stations orbited the Earth, and there was a huge O’Neill cylinder-style space-colony called “L-5” at the trailing Lagrange Point between the Earth and Moon.
The Soviet Union had not yet fallen, and the Cold War still persisted, but after the “45-Minute War” of 1999, all nuclear weapon stockpiles had been drastically reduced by international agreement.

In this setting, the wealthiest, most powerful nations on Earth had just begun making their first steps towards colonisation of the stars.

A form of “Faster-Than-Light” drive had been invented, allowing the newly built starships to travel via “CX-Space” to anywhere in the Galaxy. The CX-Drive (as it’s called) had also dramatically reduced the travel time to the other planets of the Solar System. The stars were now in easy reach of humanity.

The TV show was about the adventures of the crew of one of Earth's first real starships, the “Pathfinder”, able to go to anywhere in the galaxy using the new "CX-Drive" (try saying "CX" fast). However, travel through "CX-Space" at faster-than-light has very strange side-effects, changing things and sometimes people on every "jump". In the TV show these effects were hinted at being sexier, but mostly were only noticed by the female crew members. The male crew members were part of the reality change, and were mentally influenced by it, and so always accepted the new changes as being "just the way things are and always were".

In the 1970s TV show, the changes were mostly featured by innuendo and dropped hints of sexy things, as well as many mundane things. They were usually just an excuse for changing some of the things in the show to gain more audience interest for marketing. Like in episode-2, swapping the women's slacks for mini-skirts, and removing the armrests from the seats on the bridge so the female actresses’ legs were better displayed.






Now, back to the real story

The characters in the thread are either fans of the old “Star Venturers” TV show, or know somebody who is a fan. All of them are in their late teens (18-19) or very early 20s when they originally get involved in the events.

Something happens (which I’ll introduce) that suddenly puts the female characters onto the REAL starship “Pathfinder”, but with far more erotic changes than they could ever have expected from watching the old TV show. Instead of merely sexy uniforms with mini-skirts, the girls find themselves dressed in a style more suitable for bedroom gymnastics, and changed physically to being like the wet-dream fantasies of horny teenage guys. This shocking shift in their reality is made worse by the expectation of all the other real members of the Pathfinder’s crew and everyone else who behave as if the girls are the same female crew-members that have been with the starship since the beginning. Everyone else on the starship knows that the girls have ALWAYS been so over-the-top sexy and dressed in such revealing lack of decent clothing and had the same embarrassing/humiliating mental conditioning (or is it magical?).

To everyone, these female crew-members have always been dressed indecently, and been like a teenage guy’s sexual fantasy, and there’s nothing odd about the starship having so many erotic features or that every monster and alien race that they encounter always lusting after these female crew-members.

The male characters initially are only the male fans of the TV show that the girls already knew, whether they’re a girl’s brother, her boyfriend, or just a male acquaintance. After the reality-shift to the REAL starship Pathfinder, these guys become the regular male crew-members of the starship. They really are the male crew, but just happen to look similar to, and have names similar/identical to, the guys that the girls already knew before. They are the same guys as they would (or could) be in an alternative reality. As regular crew-members, they know everything about the starship and the setting. To them, nothing has changed.





The real side-effects of the CX-Drive

Instead of the mild, often mundane changes of the TV show’s version of the CX-Drive’s weird side-effects, the real version of the CX-Drive ALWAYS results in strongly erotic changes to reality with every “jump” that the starship Pathfinder makes faster-than-light through CX-Space. The history of the real Pathfinder matches that of the TV show version, but every “jump” with the CX-Drive has resulted in very erotic changes, and it is the surprise of these many accumulated erotic changes from dozens of “jumps” that the female characters from our world find so shocking when they first find themselves on the starship for real.


The starship
UNSS Pathfinder
(The following is a description of the starship “Pathfinder” as it was in the old 1970s TV show. it will be replaced when the BIG CHANGE happens)

One of Earth’s first starships, built for the United Nations Star Force (UNSF) by a consortium of space industry corporations under the highest provisions for secrecy. The UNSS Pathfinder includes advanced technology that is so new and ahead of it’s time that it is only barely out of the prototype stage.

Designed for independent missions far into unexplored space, the UNSS Pathfinder is a huge vessel; without inbuilt advanced automation and the use of numerous robots, the starship would need a crew of hundreds of human personnel to operate and maintain. The Pathfinder masses close to 48,000 tonnes, and is big enough that a newcomer could become easily lost if they wandered away from the main corridors.

The starship’s main computer in the TV show, the “brains of the ship”, is VICTOR. Victor is a 5th Generation super-computer, with a design that mimics the neural network of the human brain, but greatly advanced over the HAL 9000 series of AI super-computers that were developed during the 1990s. VICTOR stands for Virtually Integrated Cybernetic Turing Operation Robotics.



Crew Complement and Droids
Captain, Executive Officer, Chief Pilot, Astrogation Officer, Chief Engineer, Science Officer, Ship’s Doctor, Weapons Officer, 34 Lemon Angel androids, 19 Stumpy tech-droids, 16 Redjack androids for general security and combat operations, 1 Exploration & Combat Robot.

Regular Passengers & extra personnel;
Usually upto 6 mission specialists & scientists. Can carry an additional 28 passengers in cold-sleep hibernation. Some possible mission specialists include; Planetologist, Xenobiologist, Scout/Explorer (able to pilot the shuttle, drive vehicles, and experienced in survival on hostile planets),


As part of the automation that makes it possible for the very small human (and near-human) crew to operate and maintain a large interstellar vessel like the Pathfinder there are the many robots and androids onboard. These range from small blocky maintenance robots a metre-tall to advanced androids who fill the roles of general crew; doing all the jobs that humans would otherwise have to perform.

Lemon Angels
The most commonly seen general crew on the starship are the Lemon Angels; these are androids, and look vaguely human with their shiny purple hair, plastic skin, and generic features. They are modelled to appear female, and have feminine voices. This is for psychological reasons when dealing with the human crew-members. The Lemon Angels are as strong as a very strong man, but not as fast.

Redjacks
The Redjack security androids look a lot like soldiers in full-covering body-armour. They provide the main armed force for the sort of combat operations and security that would otherwise be performed by human soldiers. They’re extremely strong, very tough, but not as fast or adaptable as a human. Their main advantage is that they can be repaired when damaged, and aren’t too difficult to replace if destroyed.

Stumpy tech-droids
These tech-droids are 1-metre tall robots with a boxy-shape and two rubber-clawed feet. They also have a single small tool-arm that can be changed and refitted with a variety of power-tools stored within the robot. The Stumpies walk in a slow waddling fashion, but can go anywhere both inside and outside the starship, and can fix just about anything given the right programming. They can understand human speech, but can only answer in beeps of machine-code and signalling sounds.


HECTOR
Humanoid Exploration Cognitive Turing Operation Robot.
HECTOR is a powerful, heavily armoured bipedal robot with caterpillar tracks on it’s feet, and a solid barrel-shaped torso that can turn 360*degrees. It has two retractable arms with claw-like hands. It was built to survive the most harsh of hostile environments, and can operate independently. It is nearly sentient, but limited by it’s programming. HECTOR has inbuilt weaponry, arc-throwers so that it can zap a target to either stun or kill if necessary. It’s sensors and scanning gear make it extremely useful.





Please send a PM to me (Veryknowing) before joining

Special thanks to Lovelynice for the original concept of this thread, and thanks also for Silvergirl, Iced_Cherry, Tanuki, ImpWizard. Particularly for Silvergirl and Iced_Cherry with their more devious ideas, and Tanuki for giving me the idea about the pilot’s chair even if she didn’t intend quite the way I’ve taken it.

The thread is very likely to have some heavy fem-fem action as well, although the guys are all strictly hetero. The thread will also involve erotic mind-control, erotic transformations, tentacle monsters, quite a lot of sexual fluids, but no scat.


The OOC is here;
Star Venturers OOC thread


(Again) If you are interested in joining Star Venturers, please contact me by PM

 

[Veryknowing]

“Mike” Stryker

He’d been lazily laying back on the lounge watching one of his prized Star Venturers DVDs; Episode 12, “Claws of Darkness”, when the doorbell rang.

“Dang it! Right at the best bit too”, Mike complained as the doorbell rang again, “I’m coming, I’m coming”

The doorbell rang again so Mike didn’t bother to pause the DVD-player. Whoever was at the door was real pushy. Maybe it was Mum? Or his sister, the silly bimbo – she probably forgot her house-keys again.

Mike hurried to the door and opened it. There was a guy in a delivery company uniform standing there with a big wooden crate next to him on the veranda. The crate had a crazy number of delivery stickers and stamps all over it.

He looked quizzically at Mike and asked, “I’ve got a package here for somebody at this address, but with very specific instructions. Are you Mr. Stryker?”

“Uh, ah, yeah, I am”, Mike replied.

“First and second name please”, said the delivery dude, “Got to be sure I got the right place this time”

“This time?”, Mike echoed, “Um, yeah, Michael James Stryker. Do you need a license? Because I don’t have one.”

“No”, the delivery guy said, passing a clipboard to Mike, “Sign here please. Thanks.”

After the delivery guy left, Mike tried to bring the crate into the house but it was too heavy. So, he decided to open it on the veranda instead. The whole time he was wondering what the thing was inside the crate. Then he remembered that he’d bought some stuff over E-Bay from a junkyard that said they’d had some machines that were used on the Star Venturers set. The junkyard owner didn’t say what the machinery was, only said it included props from the set, an old camera, and a stack of old Betamax tapes that read as being damaged.

The possibility that the tapes might somehow be usable (if he could fix the problem) made Mike rush faster, growing excited over he what he might find. In only a few minutes, he had the crate smashed open and was looking at four big poles with lots of small darkened lights on them, as well as the huge studio TV camera, and a cardboard box full of the Beta tapes.

Mike brought the whole lot inside and took the heavy stuff up to his bedroom. Luckily he had an old Betamax video player that he’d found dumped on the street years ago. He carried the heavy old-style video player downstairs and plugged it into the TV. Then Mike switched it on and sat back to see what would happen.

There picture was snowy, broken, with lines everywhere, and Mike realised that the alignment was a bit off. He fiddled around adjusting it and then suddenly the tape was easy to see. The colors bright, the background music familiar.

It was a Star Venturers episode, but one that Mike had NEVER seen before. He watched stunned and fascinated through the whole episode. He also had a hard-on. When the episode finally finished, Mike could only sit there for long moments thinking about what he’d just seen. He was in shock, but he was also horny as hell from watching the sexy girls on the TV.

It was almost 30 minutes before Mike finally spoke.

“Wow!”, he slowly exclaimed in a mixture of disbelief and wonder, “I’ve got the tapes of the lost third season! Holy shyte!”

Mike picked up the telephone and began calling all his friends. For the first time ever, Mike was going to have a real party. He’d have to make sure his Mum was okay with it, but he was going to celebrate anyway. A Star Venturers costume party he decided; why not?

 

[Wolk]

"What?" Steve's jaw clenched as he was torn apart by what he had to do and what he really wanted to.

"I can't, Mike. I've got an exam tomorrow."

He did, and it was an important one at that, but the invitation coming from the phone was oh so attractive. The lost third season of Star Venturers! If he didn't know any better he'd think his friend is either crazy or pulling a dumb prank. But that wasn't what Mike would do.

"Can't we do it the day after? ... Why not? ... Damn."

"It's at nine in the morning. I should be done by twelve, then if the roads are good, I might be able to make it by nine at night. Yeah, OK, that's what I'm going to do. Don't you guys dare start without me!" He grinned into the phone before hanging up.

'That is going to be a great party!' Steve thought.

***

As it turned out, the roads were a blessing, and the cops luckily absent. So, Steve got away with pushing his Sunfire well over 80 a lot of the way. The trick, he had long figured out, was to be shielded from roadside radar traps, if there were any, by other vehicles moving in the right lane.

So, by eight thirty that evening, Steve pulled in to Mike's house's driveway and got out, exhausted by the eight-hour drive, but still bubbling with excitement and eager to see those promised lost episodes.

"Hey Mike! Long time no see." He grinned, shaking his friend's hand after he was let in. "Is everyone else here already?"

 

[Veryknowing]

"Mike" Stryker - geek & Star Venturers fan

Mike was all dressed up in a quickly put together blue uniform, he even had a toy multiscanner on his belt and a toy blaster. His hair was a mess.

"No, dude...Your number one!", Mike said as he answered the door, "But it's going to get busy later. Even Andy is coming...he said he's bringing a girlfriend" can you believe that?"

Mike showed his old friend, Steve, into the loungeroom where he'd been setting everything up.

"You should check some of this stuff out", Mike said, "There were these lighting pole things, but real weird, they've got cables that look like they're supposed to link to one of those old computers - but the other weird thing is, I can't even find how they're supposed to be powered. There's no power cable plug."

Mike shrugged, not sure what else to say about.

"Say, you want a beer, dude?", Mike asked.

 

[Wolk]

"A beer?" Steve shook his head.

"No, man, I'm through with drinking. I guess you didn't hear yet. After that one night I had a test in the morning. Slept through the sucker."

He walked over to the sabers Mike was pointing to and started to examine them.

"So, since then I gave up on the booze completely. It just messes with my head too much. Sex is better, anyway. Not that I'm getting a lot of it..." He grinned. One thing Steve wasn't ashamed of was his social position as a 'nerd'. Not that he didn't want to change it, but he realized, it was always a tradeoff.

"I will take a soda, though, if you got some." He added quickly.

As Mike returned with the drinks, Steve took a can from him and poped it.

"Yeah, these things look pretty weird. Maybe they are powered through the same computer cord? You know, like a computer mouse or a keyboard..." He examined the jacks closer. "I think these would fit into my ancient ZX..." He drew. "Yeah, look exactly like it. Too bad the thing is back at my parents' attic. Assuming they didn't throw it out. Maybe we'll get it tomorrow or the day after... See if we can make them respond to something. Chances are pretty slim we can make them do more than glow, but, hey, might as well give it shot. They don't call us nerds for nothing, heh?" He grinned and hit his buddy on the back.

 

[Veryknowing]

"Mike" Stryker - geek & Star Venturers fan

"Huh??? A ZX?", Mike repeated, then added, "hey dude, you mean one of those old Sinclair ZX80s or 81s? I got an old Sinclair Spectrum with a link cable, and also a ZX emulator on one of my old PCs. Maybe we can hook something up?"

Mike went back to the strange light-pole things and looked again at the links.

"What do you think?", he asked Steve, "Is it worth a shot?"

Damn, he thought, I don't need a beer right now - I need a coke to think and some pizza. What's taking that pizza delivery so long?

 

[Wolk]

Steve looked at his friend with such eyes, you'd think Mike just mentioned he had the original Gutenberg Bible - the first book printed by humanity - stashed away in his basement.

"Yeah, that's the one! Come on, man, dig it out!"

He followed Mike quickly upstairs, anxious to get the ancient machine out.

"Even better if you got the 80. I have a later 82 with the whopping 48K of RAM." He grinned. "Was probably a lot back then."

"But, yeah, they shot it before 1980's. They probably used something other than a Spectrum, but the cables match, so the voltage probably does too. All we need is generate the right signals on it."

 

[Tanuki]

Amy Stryker

Amy was enjoying her vacation from school, save for one thing. Her annoying older brother. She couldn't bear to look at his long messy hair and pale skinny frame. But the true source of her resentment lay in the his geeky sci-fi hobby. When she was little, she had adored her older brother, and had listened with rapture to his sci-fi stories, watched his favorite TV shows and played his board games with him. Later, to her own horror, Amy found she couldn't grow out of the genre. Sometimes she stole a book from her brother's room, and read it in secret. She was so fascinated by the wild stories of strange planets and alien creatures, that she couldn't stop reading the stuff, no matter how hard she tried. She blamed Mike for her predicament, for being forced to pretend to hate the stuff before her friends, and her brother, like any self-respecting college girl would.

Amy didn't have to pretend to hate the ridiculous costumes and toys her brother and his friends had in abundance. Reading books was one thing, but wearing little space blasters? It was no wonder her brother couldn't get a girlfriend.

So it was with mixed excitement and trepidation that Amy learned her icky brother and his icky friends were going to stage a viewing of Star Venturers this weekend. She'd seen the show a few times, and loved it, but without a TV in her dorm room, she rarely got to see it. Some of her girlfriends were coming too, so she was doubly excited. Not that Mike would ever know.

Amy ran an extra lap around her usual jogging route before returning to the house. Mike's friends were just starting to arrive - she recognized Steve, the college senior - cute, except for the odd glasses. Amy walked slowly up to the house, waiting for Mike to close the door, so she could let herself in unnoticed. She wore a gray and white sports top and white jogging shorts, with her shoulder-length hair in a pony tail, and she smiled in satisfaction as she saw her reflection in the front window.

"Damnit!" she said, patting her pocketless shorts. "I forgot my key again!" She said, annoyed at herself. Hesitantly, she rang the doorbell, hoping it was not her brother who answered.

 

[Wolk]

Steve cursed the bell that rang, interrupting the seclusion and excitement of the hunt. The hunt for getting something to work, something that is broken or old and isn't supposed to work anymore, really. Yet, you make it. And that, is one big thrill.

"Don't worry about it, man. Just go get the computer. I'll let in whoever it is."

He rolled down the stairs, then walked to the door, whistling lightly. Despite the long road and the fatigue it brought, Steve was in a great mood. Exams were over, Mike had some fascinating things they could enjoy, and their friends would soon be over.

"Hey, Amy." He smiled and stepped back, letting her in.

She was one beautiful thing - too beautiful for him, Steve thought. He held an odd belief that any girl who was even mildly attractive must have been into crazy parties, drinking binges, rich tough boys with fast cars and the like. So, he tended to mistakingly rule that anyone who wasn't ugly and took good care of her appearance was automatically out of his league.

 

[Tanuki]

Amy was impatiently twirling her ponytail around her finger when the door opened.

"It's about time!" she snapped. Then she saw it wasn't her brother, but Steve, the slightly geeky college senior.

"Oh, it's you. Hi Steve," she said with a slightly embarrassed smile. She stepped past him into the hallway. "How's school going?"

She headed into the kitchen before he answered and grabbed a bottle of water, then turned to face Steve. "Guess you're here to watch that silly old sci-fi show?" she said, with more than a hint of sarcasm. Then she took a deep drink from the bottle while waiting for him to answer.

 

[Wolk]

Steve chuckled. It always put a small smirk on his face when he saw little flares like this erupt on Amy. Well, the sun itself would not be as beautiful without flares, so he supposed it was not in itself a bad thing.

"Of course." He smiled charmingly.

"You know us geeks need to ingest regular doses of geekiness. Otherwise we turn into cute guys and take up drag racing." His eyes laughed. "We can't have that, can we? Think how awkward it would be if you were seduced by one of your brother's friends. Yikes!" There Steve laughed out loud, part at his joke and part on her cute face's expression.

"Just kidding, darling." He beamed her a smile. "Why don't you join us watching it? I'm sure Mike wouldn't mind. Well, I think he wouldn't mind."

"Speaking of which, I'm gonna go see what's taking him so long."

 

[ImpWizard]

"Andy" Peterson

He brushed back his loose hair with one hand and turned away from the bus window to glance at the amazing wonder of the pretty Chinese girl sitting next to him.

She was amazing not just because Andy thought she was beautiful and exotic, but most especially amazing because she was willingly going somewhere with him on a bus.

Andy kept thinking that he must be dreaming. The Chinese girl, Mei, was such a wonder for him. It occurred to him that Mei must be a very strange girl - simply because she was going out with him. Either that, or incredibly gullible and naive.

"Hey, this is our stop", Andy said, "Let's go."

As they both got off the bus together, Andy chatted freely (to cover his nervousness) as they walked from the busstop to Mike's place.

"You'll like the party, Mei", Andy said, "The house is a big place, and, um, well, Mike's got a big widescreen TV with surroud sound and all the gadgets. His old man's rich, I think."

They arrived at the door, and Andy pressed the bell-button.

"It's going to be a cool party, lots of people will be there", Andy added in a whisper as they waited.

He was having problems trying not to grope her, but kept himself under control with thoughts of how much more fun he'd have after Mei was a little drunk, and hopefully a lot more friendly. He'd even stuck some condoms in his wallet in hope that he'd get some where with her tonight.

 

[Tanuki]

Amy Stryker

"You know us geeks need to ingest regular doses of geekiness. Otherwise we turn into cute guys and take up drag racing."

Amy cocked her head a bit to the side. What did he mean by that? Was that some kind of jab at her dating habits? She'd never dated a drag racer . . . well there was that one guy . . . but she'd never kissed him . . . and he wasn't dumb . . . he had skills . . . like . . . umm . . .

"We can't have that, can we? Think how awkward it would be if you were seduced by one of your brother's friends. Yikes!"

Amy's jaw dropped as she gaped at the laughing Steve. Seduced, by Mike's friends? How . . . revolting! Why . . . you . . .

"Just kidding, darling." His white teeth flashed. "Why don't you join us watching it? I'm sure Mike wouldn't mind. Well, I think he wouldn't mind."

"Speaking of which, I'm gonna go see what's taking him so long."

Amy's mind filled with nasty retorts, but before she could speak, Steve had already turned to leave the kitchen. She realized she'd been standing there with her mouth open like a goldfish, that's probably why he was laughing. Aiming for the center of his receding back, she wound up with the bottle of water and started to throw it, just as the door bell rang. Startled, Amy stopped her throw in mid air, and then watched helplessly as the bottle slipped out of her fingers and flopped onto the kitchen floor right in front of her. Naturally it bounced back toward her, spraying her legs with water as she scrambled to catch the bouncing slippery bottle.

"Oh shit, what a mess," she sighed, after she'd trapped the runaway bottle by sitting on it with both knees. With muttered curses for Mike and his friends, she retrieved a rag and began to wipe up the water on the tile floor, the doorbell already forgotten.

 

[Veryknowing]

"Mike" Stryker - geek & Star Venturers fan

Rummaging around in the garage, and searching for more old electronic junk from where he'd dumped in his bedroom wardrobe, Mike was able to find not only his old Sinclair Spectrum, but also an even older ZX80 that he barely remembered. He hadn't a clue if either of them still worked. Mike also found in the garage an old IBM PC that had a huge heavy steel tower that was supposedly portable, becuase it had a carry handle. However, the damn thing weighed 60-70lbs! There was big keyboard, huge phosphor monitor, and planty of cable. Mike remembered that he'd brought it home when a company was throwing away old computers that they didn't need, he was intending at the time to use the huge case for making his ideal game-machine PC but gave when his cordless power-drill couldn't drill a hole in the tough steel case.

After a bit of struggle, he got the junk into the house and gave a Steve a call. Then the doorbell rang again, so since Steve had disappeared again, Mike went and answered the door. He got to the front door just as Steve was coming out of the kitchen. There was some loud cursing that Mike recognized as his adopted sister's voice.

"You manage to piss off my sister, huh?", Mike commented, "Lucky she didn't throw anything at you."

Mike smiled, looking somewhat psychotic with his square-framed glasses and messy unbrushed hair.

 

[Wolk]

"Yup." Steve grinned as Mike noted he had managed to piss Amy off.

"You should know, it's not very hard."

"Whatcha got here?"

He looked curiously at the pile of equipment and cables Mike was bearing. Steve took some of it to help his friend out.

"Ooh, nice, an '80!" He noted seeing the markings of the huge box that was probably bigger than some of today's computers in spite of not being able to do even one thousand's as much.

"Let's plug these suckers up and see what we can get."

 

[Iced_Cherry]

Mei Lau

Looking out the windows of the bus on the way to the party, Mei thought about how the big suburban houses with their big frontyards really reminded her that she was now in the USA. The view was so very different from being on a bus ride through London. Even after three months, it felt strange to be in a place that she'd only ever seen in movies and on TV before.

When Andy told her that they'd reached the stop to get off at, Mei merely nodded in reply, and followed him off the bus a little dreamily with her mind elsewhere. She missed England sometimes, but Mei was hopeful that everything would go for well for her in the USA - eventually. So far, nothing had, except maybe meeting Andy. At least she might get to meet some nice people at this party that he'd told her about.

Andy kept chatting away, saying about ten words for every one of hers, but he didn't seem to mind. He smiled a lot, and really made her feel at ease. Mei only nodded most of the time.

"You'll like the party, Mei", Andy said, "The house is a big place, and, um, well, Mike's got a big widescreen TV with surround sound and all the gadgets. His old man's rich, I think."

The house was big too when they reached it. Mei tugged at her white mini-skirt, it was daringly short, and had lots of zippers going down around the hem and laces as well. She wore a cream-colored corset-style top that also lots of laces at the back, tight enough to emphasize her waist and push up her bosom (which really wasn't big at all). On top of that, Mei wore a pale pink jacket, left deliberately open at the front. It also had lots of zippers, and looked a bit like a yuppie-girl's prissy version of gangster wear. With her high-heeled ankle boots as well, Mei figured the outfit would hint of naughty fetish clothing, and maybe, just maybe, some people might like it enough that - well, she was in hope anyway.

"It's going to be a cool party, lots of people will be there", Andy told her as they waited at the door. Andy had already preseed the doorbell a couple of times.

"It seems quiet now", Mei commented, "I don't hear any music. What kind of party did you say it was again?"

Just then the door opened, and she smiled shyly.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Trey Blake

Trey pulled his Father's Lincoln Navigator awkwardly into the driveway of Mike Stryker's family home. His driving was slow and slightly erratic. That was mainly because he was, as usual, stoned out of his mind. The windows of the car were completely fogged in as there was a thick cloud of marijuana smoke filling the car. The cause of all of this smoke was the thick, three paper joint that was currently burning in his mouth. Trey took it from his mouth and tapped the excess ash into one of the cupholders on the dashboard as he finally brought the car to a complete stop. Trey normally hated driving while stoned. He always got intensely paranoid.

But this new weed, the weed he'd picked up special for the party, was giving him no paranoia. All Trey felt was perfect harmony with everything and everyone. The very act of driving a car was endlessly fascinating to him. He felt like a space pilot, navigating his large vessel through the forboding streets of the suburbs.

As Trey came to a stop he grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat and began inspecting his supplies. He'd brought his small, clear glass bong, affectionately named "LeBong James" as well as an assortment of rolling papers, blunt wraps and pipes. The main attraction, however, was the large bag of pot that contained nearly two ounces of the stuff. Trey grabbed it from his bag and looked at it affectionately. The hairs on it were almost blue in colour, giving this particular strain it's name of "Blueberry Yum" and it was densely packed with THC crystals. It looked like great weed. Judging by the colours he was seeing, it was great weed. Trey had picked it up especially for the party and he would probably pick some more up just for him.

Trey shot a look up at himself in the rear view mirror. He'd worn a light brown leather jacket, a Grateful Dead T-Shirt and jeans. His messy black hair looked neater and cleaner than it usually did(He'd washed it and brushed it before leaving the house) and the whole image was set off by the round, black Lennon specs he was wearing. Ordinarily he'd never have put this much into his appearance for a gathering of Sci-Fi nerds but, well, there was a chance that Mike's sister would be there. And she was a major piece.

Flinging his backpack over his shoulder, Trey got out of his car, a visible expulsion of smoke coming from the opening of his door and walked towards the house. As he did so, Trey tried to remember more about the particular show he was going to be watching. Star Venturers. Is that the one with the Wookies? The Vulcans? Which one was the one with the cool robots? The answer to these questions didn't particularly interest Trey. Smoke enough weed and any sci-fi show would be magic. Trey tentatively walked to Mike's door just in time to see someone walk through it into the house.

"Hey, uh, don't close the door" Trey said, his voice betraying the fact that he was seriously baked

 

[Veryknowing]

Mike Stryker - maximus geek

"Hey, thanks Steve", Mike said as his friend helped to carry some of the gear, then the doorbell rang again.

"Damn", Mike swore then called out, "Hold on, we're getting there!"

Still carrying some of the junky electronic gear, Mike opened the door with his free hand. He was surprised to see that Andy had not only arrived reasonably on time, but even more by who he'd brought with him. Standing next to Andy was a very pretty Asian chic wearing a sexy short mini and what looked a lot like a corset under her pink zipper-covered jacket. Mike's mouth dropped open in wonder.

Fuck me, he thought - but managed not to say it out loud.

"Ah, right, geez, yeah, come in Andy", Mike mumbled when his brain started to work again.

Mike kept staring at the girl and blushed. Pretty girls made him very shy, except for his sister and her bitchy friends. They didn't count. Mike wanted to kick himself for not being able to act cool. He was envious too, because he'd never had a girlfriend and no sexual experience except with Mrs Palmer and her five daughters - as the saying went - in other words, jerking off.

He stepped back to let them both in, and stumbled back into Steve who was next to him. As Andy and the girl came in, somebody outside was calling "Hey, uh, don't close the door". In a moment, the entry hallway was crowded with the arrival of one of Mike's old friends, Trey, who looked as if he was seriously flying high on a controlled substance as usual.

"Come in, ah, everyone", Mike said, "I think there's too many in the hallway and there's better places to be than standing around here."

He couldn't help staring at the Asian chic next to Andy, but tried to act cool - and not succeeding too well.

 

[Tanuki]

Amy Stryker

Amy got up from her knees with a sigh after wiping up the spilled water from the kitchen floor. She heard a rumble and looked out the kitchen window to see a huge SUV pulling into the driveway. She gasped as the door opened and a puff of smoke billowed out. Then she made a face as she realized the car wasn't on fire, it was just Mike's stoner buddy, Troy . . . or Drew . . . or whatever, but Amy knew she didn't want to see his greasy smile as he checked her out in her jogging clothes. She stared for a moment, What was he wearing? the guy looked like a deep-sea diver with his round funny glasses. Shaking her head, Amy quickly tossed the wet rag toward the sink, shrugging as it landed instead on the rack full of clean dishes, then dashed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Upstairs, she grabbed a clean towel from the closet and went through her bedroom to the shower. After her four km run she'd have to wash her hair, so she undid her ponytail, pausing to check for gray hair, though she never found any. Stripping off her top and shorts, she hopped into the shower, humming to herself. She wanted to look good for her friend Angie; Amy never gave up trying to get Angie to clean herself up and dress sexier - the girl was so beautiful, if she only tried a little bit she could have all the guys crawling over themselves to get to her. But Angie preferred to beat the guys up on the karate mat, she reminded herself with a giggle.

 

[Lovelynice]

“Angie” Momoiro

As she walked out past the gates of the highschool, Angie spotted her grandfather’s blue stationwagon straight away and was tempted for a brief moment to pretend that she hadn’t seen it. Maybe try and run away again. She could see her Granddad’s stern face watching her, so she pushed down the impulse to run, but hated the way her grandparents and Mom kept trying to box her in with their strict rules. She hated the long skirts that they forced her to wear, and she hated the plain shoes she had on her feet. They even picked what underwear she was allowed to own.

Angie walked over to the car, opened a rear passenger door and sat down in the back seat. Granddad started up the car without a word, serious and cold as always. The entire trip back home neither one of them exchanged a single word in greeting. When they arrived at home, Angie got out of the car just as angry as when she’d gotten into it. She hated the way they tried to keep her on a tight leash, never letting her go anywhere alone if they knew about it.

As she always did, Angie went upstairs to her room, got out of the highschool uniform that she couldn’t stand, put on a dressing gown and took a towel, then went and showered in the upstairs bathroom.

Ohh…it was so good to have a nice long shower, Angie thought as she stood under the pulsing hot water. She closed her eyes and relaxed for few minutes, and then she stepped to the side for awhile to wash herself with soap. The white foamy suds covered her, revealing and hiding at the same time. Dribbles of suds ran down her long smooth thighs, and dripped from the very tips of her perky pointed nipples. She washed the soft downy fur of her pussy with shampoo, not needing to do much as she had so little hair “down-there” anyway. Washing herself always seemed to make her aroused, but Angie refrained from touching herself in any improper way (her mother had frequently told her it was unladylike to play with herself, and so Angie had a strong resistance to the idea). Her skin flushed a rosier shade with the heat of the shower, and her nipples grew harder and erect, but despite her mild arousal, Angie did nothing to encourage the feelings of mild pleasure. Finally finishing the shower, she dried herself vigorously with a big fluffy white towel, and then put her dressing gown on before exiting the bathroom and making her way back down the hallway to her bedroom.

After that, she dressed again, in another one of the long dresses that she disliked intensely and went back downstairs while carrying her homework assignments and books. One of her grandmother’s rules was that Angie had to do all of her school assignments downstairs where they could watch her. It was another reason why Angie had come to hate studying.

It made her angry, but she held her tongue. This time. Previously, Angie had blown up in anger and frustration about her Mom’s and her grandparents rules many times. Too many times. She’d frequently considered running away again; anywhere at all, as long as it was a long way from here.

She sat down at the kitchen table at her usual spot, and opened up her books and began trying to study, or at least look like she was. It was very difficult to get motivated. Her grandmother was making the preparations for cooking dinner, but Angie could feel Grandma’s eyes on her a lot of the time. It wasn’t nice feeling. Angie tried to write, but it was hard. She’s barely finished half of her first assignment before Mom arrived home from work.

“Are you doing your homework then, Angie?”, her Mom asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“Yes, Mom”, Angie answered grouchily.

What does she think I’m doing? Can’t she see the damn books in front of me? She never used to hassle me all the time like this!

“Don’t frown like that, dear”, her Mom commented, “You’ll get wrinkles. I met one of your teachers on the way home today. Mrs Philby, the English teacher.”

Oh-oh, Angie thought, here it comes…more complaining.

Her Mom continued, “She mentioned that you have been too often late for school in the mornings. Is there any reason you can tell me as to why?”

Angie kept her mouth closed, wishing she was somewhere else. How could she explain that it was necessary to take a detour on the walk to school to avoid the Metalheads clubhouse? Just in case one of the metalheads gangers recognised her from the brawl outside the Retro Club on Monday night. If her Mom found out that Angie was at nightclub she’d have a fit, and might also check the bars on Angie’s bedroom window.

Her mother wasn’t waiting for Angie to answer but went on talking, “I suppose you’ve been dawdling on the way to school. Does somebody have to escort you to school in the mornings too? Will Granddad have to drive you to school as well as pick you up from school just to make sure that you get there on time? Well?”

Her Mom was glaring at Angie now, waiting for some kind of answer.

Angie replied with only a grumpy “No.”

“Then I expect you can get to school on time in the mornings from now on”, Mom told her, “Because Granddad has other things to do in the morning…but, if I hear that you’ve been late again…”

Mom left the unspoken threat hanging.

Angie glared back, then picked up her homework and stood up.

“You want me to do my homework, fine!”, Angie replied, “But you want to hassle me at the same time, then don’t expect me to be able to do my homework while being your target too .”

She stomped off and then ran upstairs to her bedroom. Angie’s mother yelling at her didn’t stop her. Angie slammed her door shut and because there was no lock, she stuck a chair under the door-handle. It wouldn’t keep her mother or her Granddad out for long if they really wanted to get in, and it only put off the possible beating she’d get from her Granddad’s belt, but Angie had had enough.

She sat down on the edge of her bed and lay back. Sometimes, Angie just wanted to have a good long cry. Nothing was fair. She hated being forced to stay with her Mom. They wouldn’t let her contact her Dad, and Angie was beginning to suspect that Mom had lied to her about Dad already knowing that Mom was leaving and taking Angie as well. Angie never received any letters. Not even from her friends and relatives back in her old hometown…


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[Tanuki]

Amy Stryker

Amy was toweling herself off as she looked out the bathroom window in hopes of seeing her friend Angie on her way over. Angie lived just down the street, and they’d met a year or two before. Amy thought back to how she’d first met her enigmatic best friend. A guy Amy had been dating was an assistant instructor for a women’s self defense class and he’d convinced Amy to show up. While demonstrating an assault, the guy had gotten too enthusiastic with his groping, and when Amy had protested, he’d pinned her to the ground. He was a strong guy, and Amy’d got frightened and started shouting. Out of nowhere, a diminutive girl in a white karate uniform had appeared over them, telling the guy to get off of her. Angie had been practicing on her own in the gym, and came over to help out. Amy’s date had gotten up, and standing a head taller than Angie, had tried to shove her away, calling her a very crude name. Amy watched in awe as the petite girl with the face of an angel turned into a spinning, flying devil woman, and landed half a dozen punches and kicks on the guy before she could blink. Amy had to quickly crawl out of the way as the guy doubled over and threw up right on the wood floor of the dojo.

Angie’s butt-kicking had gotten her thrown out of the gym, but she’d earned Amy’s undying admiration, and the two unlikely opposites became close friends. Angie taught her to defend herself from guys like that one, and Amy in turn taught her new friend how to handle guys without using her feet and fists. It had been Amy who’d convinced Angie to go back to school, not to obey her domineering grandparents, but as a way to eventually escape their control.

It was probably Angie’s strict grandparents that were keeping her from coming over that day, so Amy decided to go get her. Quickly pat-drying her hair a bit with a towel, Amy went into her bedroom to get dressed, putting on a pair of white cotton shorts, and a tight-fitting blue-green Bebe tanktop. She frowned at the purplish-yellow bruise on the top of her thigh, that she’d gotten in her last soccer match. As her team’s top striker, and being vocal about it, Amy was often the victim of fouls by the opposing defenders, especially the bigger, less pretty girls. She shrugged it off as simple jealousy, which drove her to score more goals, and talk more trash. But she didn't want people to see her bruise. All her shorts were too short, so she changed into a white cotton skirt that came down to mid thigh and just covered the ugly bruise.

She remembered to grab her housekey this time before leaving. Amy didn’t like to leave with wet hair, so she reluctantly tied it in a ponytail to keep it from getting her top wet. In a minute, she was out the door and jogging down the street. She didn’t want her friend to have to spend one more minute under the thumb of her nasty grandparents. She arrived at the house, and went into the backyard, being careful to stay out of view of the windows. She picked up a few pinecones on the way, and once positioned below Angie’s 2nd floor window, she began tossing them up toward Angie’s bedroom window. After four errant throws, she was out of pinecones.

"Great, and I'm wearing a skirt!" Amy mumbled to herself. With an exasperated sigh, she began to climb the side of the house, using the wood slats and a runoff drain. She reached the ledge that ran over to Angie’s window, and sidled over to rap a knuckle on the glass, reaching through the bars. Amy always marveled that Angie had been able to bend the bars enough to squeeze through.

“Pssst!! Angie!” she whispered, peering through the bars looking for her friend. “It’s me, Amy!”

 

[ImpWizard]

"Andy" Peterson

"It seems quiet now", Mei commented, "I don't hear any music. What kind of party did you say it was again?"

Andy was about to reply when the door was suddenly opened and he was greeted by nerdy Mike Stryker, big mad looking glasses that made his eyes seem to stare wide eyed. Then Any realised that Mike was staring wide-eyed and open mouthed - at Mei. This made Andy feel pretty good just then. He smiled.

"Ah, right, geez, yeah, come in Andy", Mike mumbled

"Hey man", Andy greeted him, "Thanks for the invite."

Andy took hold of Mei's hand and started to head inside the house, when somebody shouted from behind about not closing the door. Andy glanced back to see it was that druggie loser "Trey". He rolled his eyes, but otherwise tried to be at least cordial as Trey came rushing upto the door with a trail of smoke behind him. It gave Trey something of the appearance of having just left a smoke filled house on fire. The stench of cannabis floated around Trey like it was leaking from his skin and clothes, which may have been true.

"Hey Trey", Andy called, "How's it hanging, man. Long time, no see."

"Come in, ah, everyone", Mike said, "I think there's too many in the hallway and there's better places to be than standing around here."

Andy nodded and started to walk down the hallway keeping his hand on Mei's possessively. Her hand was warm, and so very feminine.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Trey

Trey gave a brief nod of the head towards Andy as he saw him. It's been a while.

"Hey Trey", Andy called, "How's it hanging, man. Long time, no see."

"Yeah, man, but like I was reading this book and it was saying that, like, Time is all relative, right?" Trey managed to mumble out. Truthfully, he didn't know why he'd said that.

Just then Mike re-appeared at the doorway.

"Come in, ah, everyone", Mike said, "I think there's too many in the hallway and there's better places to be than standing around here."

Trey just nodded and walked along behind Andy and his girlfriend. His eyes focused on their joined hands. It was so cool. Two hands joined. Like a yin-yang. A symbol of harmony. The Universe harmonizing. Didn't Bob Dylan play a wicked harmonica?

Trey's thoughts drifted along these incongruous lines as he walked through the hallways of Mike's house until they reached the Living room. Trey took a seat on the couch and threw his backpack in front of him.

"Man, you've got a great set up for watching TV, man." Trey said as he reached into his backpack, grabbing his bag of weed, his grinder and one of the blunt wraps he'd brought along. He took a few choice buds from his bag and dropped them into the grinder.

"This is going to be great" Trey said as he began twisting the grinder around 'I can't wait till we get to the part where the guy in Black tells the Jedi guy that he's really his father."

At this point Trey put one of his hands over his mouth and exhaled heavily before drawing in breath again.

 

[Lovelynice]

"Angie" Momoiro

As she lay in a despondent mood, tears beginning to well in her eyes, Angie wished fervently that her life was somehow different. Life was too hard, and she really missed her Dad and brothers tonight. Suddenly a scraping noise at the window caught Angie's attention and she sat up tensely.

“Pssst!! Angie!”, a voice whispered from the window, “It’s me, Amy!”

Angie glanced at the barred window and then rushed over to see that her best friend, Amy, had climbed the side of the house and was hanging outside holding on tight to the window ledge.

"What are you doing here?", Angie asked, then dismissed the question, "Never mind....Jump down. I'm coming out. If they get angry tonight I really don't care."

She opened the window up wider, and waited for Amy to get back down to the ground. Then Angie grabbed hold of the window bars and by sheer anger forced two of the middle bars slightly further apart. She heard heavy footsteps starting up the stairs, and panicked a little.

"Damn it, they're coming!", Angie exclaimed, and began pushing herself, squeezing herself, through the narrow bent bars. She heard a slight tearing sound from her top but ignored it. There was no way that Angie wanted to stay in that house any longer that night.

The door handle rattled, then the door creaked as somebody (probably her Mom) tried to push the door open.

Driven by the urgency to escape before it was too late, Angie struggled and pushed and squeezed herself between the two bars. Once out she had to twist and turn, grabbing hold of a steel water pipe and worried a little about the potential of a fall to the ground. She climbed down backwards, catching the edge of her long skirt on the nearby drain pipe as well (but luckily, not tearing it much), and finally reached the dirt and grass of the ground with a tense need to get out of there.

"Nice outfit", Angie commented to Amy, "We better run....My Mom was trying to get into my room"

Angie took off quickly, glancing back to make sure that Amy was following in a hurry too.

"Thanks for coming to get me", Angie said as they were approaching the front door of the Stryker family's house.

 

[Iced_Cherry]

Mei Lau

It was a strange reception that Mei seemed to be greeted with by the young man that lived in the huge house. When he opened the door to Mei and Andy, he stared at Mei for long seconds. Really stared. With his mouth open.

Mei wasn't sure how to react, and so she just smiled back, but the staring was very disturbing.

This was one of Andy's friends? Mei asked herself.

He was - well, how to put it politely? - very unusual, she thought.

Andy started holding her hand, and Mei at that moment welcomed the reassuring grip. At least Andy was fairly normal - wasn't he?

Mei was beginning to worry about that.

Behind her, another weirdo arrived, but he wasn't quite as peculiar, and seemed kind of cool. She found out his name was "Trey" though nobody had bothered to formally introduce her to anybody else yet. She wondered when Andy was going to get around to that, but wasn't that certain that she really wanted to be introduced to the nerdy loon with the thick square-framed glasses. He smelled funny too.

Mei went with Andy and was a little relieved to see that the house was very normal otherwise. The family that lived there must've been wealthy for sure. There were chandeliers lighting up the hallway, which was arched and painted white. The loungeroom had a high ceiling too, with two comfy big lounges and two big armchairs. Pride of place was given to a fully setup home entertainment wall of black wooden shelves, and a huge flatscreen TV surrounded by hightech speakers.

"Wow!", Mei exclaimed softly, not wanting to make too much noise about her surprise.

In each corner of the room, were tall poles with lots of darkened light things on their sides. They looked as if they'd be ideal for a disco. Mei noticed that another nerdy guy was wiring the light-pole things to a couple of old looking computers and that he'd already linked that to an oversized old fashioned (and very big) VCR that was on the floor near the TV. He glanced up at her, and Mei belatedly noticed that he could probably see up her short miniskirt. She clutched at the front hem with one hand.

"Man, you've got a great set up for watching TV, man", one of the guys said (Trey? Was that his name?), "This is going to be great...'I can't wait till we get to the part where the guy in Black tells the Jedi guy that he's really his father."

"Oh, are we watching Star Wars then?", Mei asked out loud.

The other people in the room just looked at her funny.