This story was written for the
750 Word Project 2025
. Below the asterisks are exactly 750 words.
My thanks to my beta readers,
@AlexFourways
@,
@MormonJack
, and
@shelleycat1
. Their critiques and edits were invaluable. I'd like to acknowledge here that they also contributed to my two other entries in this year's challenge:
https://literotica.com/s/alices-worst-day-ever
https://literotica.com/s/the-past-is-never-dead
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She was having a wonderful dream, a version of a flying dream, and she loved flying dreams.
In this one she was piloting a spaceship up through the clouds, through the stratosphere, into a starry night. It was beautiful. She became weightless leaving Earth's gravity and guided the ship while floating in the middle of the dark command center. Her only contact with the ship was through its controller, which consisted of two knobs, ellipsoidal, that she could hold and rotate and rub, and a long central joystick meant for guidance and power. She communicated with the ship through her hands and mouth.
The ship vibrated around her, alerting her that its core was coming online and would soon be reaching its peak.
She pulled the controller shaft into her and worked the bulbous tip, which was flexible and had a ridge all around for her lips and teeth to hold onto, with a smooth underside through which her tongue could send priority orders. She began the sequence to launch it and her into the next sphere of the Universe.
The ship shuddered around her. She felt it set its guidance clamps on either side of her head to transmit feedback of the stimulation she gave its engine. In the view screen a 3D image of the ship's energy system displayed for her the effects of her commands, streaks of energy in bright gold streaming into its backbone's axonic conduit, racing up to its perceptual center. The clamps increased their resistance to her further envelopment of its controller, but she pushed on, transmitting urgent launch commands down the controller's length with her tongue, emphasizing her intent with her lips and teeth. The ship writhed as the hull, stressed by the immense forces she generated in its core, attempted to adapt to the new power regime she directed it into.
A starscape coalesced before her, their common goal that was beyond the ability of the ship to reach on its own. She pumped more energy into its central core, forcing open barriers previously locked on Earth. The energy spread out to every system in the ship's frame, which shuddered again, harshly, struggling to contain the energy that flooded every part of it. Manipulators extended to attempt to back her head off the deep orders she was sending down its controller staff, but she overrode its protests, pressing on by pulling herself by the ellipsoidal controls further down the shaft. She was determined to send the ship, and herself, out of the tangible reality they'd started from, into the superlunary world she knew she could drive the ship into.
Its alarms moaned warnings of imminent collapse, its skeleton rocked back and forth as it tried to ride the waves of overwhelming power she sent into it. At the same time, its basal autonomic structure leaked salty fluids from the end of the controller tip, electrolytes to enable more sensitive control from her, which meant that its subsystems sensed the imminent explosion in the center of its core. The ship recognized that its apogee was approaching, and it was preparing itself to fulfill its mission, to send itself and her, its pilot, into the new Universe of light that would transport them to unexplored worlds they couldn't imagine and had to experience. It was why the ship existed. It was why she was born to pilot it.
She felt its phase change. Her head no longer had to push against the clamps. Instead, the manipulators urged her further down the shaft and pumped her up and back, down and up, in and out. She and the ship merged. There were no longer valid physical descriptors for what she and the ship were communicating to each other. Time and space disintegrated, dimensions shattered. She and the ship leapt through every barrier. Its core burst in her head and her whole being filled with blinding white energy, taking her along with the ship into a new orgasmic Universe.
She crept up between his legs, feeling his body spasm in aftershock as her nipples brushed his chest, and placed a kiss with her sticky lips on his neck. She licked her lips with her tongue, then pursed them at his ear, and let him feel her swallowing the last of him. He spasmed again. "I just had this wonderful cream," she whispered. She laughed. "I mean dream. It was a flying dream, and you know how I love flying dreams. I was piloting a spaceship ..."
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