The Story of Benny Johnson
No one was quite sure why Benny Johnson was at the Space Station. If the Federationistas had wanted to select the most able, physically and mentally fit people, Benny would hardly have been at the top of the list. Actually, he would have been closer to the
bottom
. Benny was a big, bulky man, six foot five and over 250 pounds, big and strong. But Benny was also simple. It astounded everyone who met him that Benny had actually been chosen to be there.
Benny's obsession was Rustabunnies. During the day he had worked at the Happy Fun Equality Senior Center with Vernon, his Main Man. But the evenings belonged to Rustabunny, the children's cartoon about mutant rabbits. Benny had seen each one of the 94 episodes between 212 and 217 times (he kept a log and counted). When he arrived on the Station, he was inconsolable. Gone was his predictable, steady workday at the Happy Fun Equality Senior Center. Gone was Vernon, his Main Man, and Eduardo, the burly chef who told him what to do with hand gestures in the kitchen because Eduardo didn't speak English very well. But most importantly gone was his access to the 94 episodes of Rustabunny. Ship could reproduce the image of Rustabunnies, which populated his quarters, but obviously could not reproduce old episodes of the show which had been lost over 500 years ago when the Earth had been utterly destroyed by Galactic Temperature Change.
Ship tried to produce new episodes of Rustabunnies but while the form of the episodes were correct even Benny could see that the substance was all off. Instead of slapstick adventures where the Rustabunnies fought with Silent Fox or climbed Mystery Mountain, Ship produced stories of the Rustabunnies shopping for food, going to work in a government office, and voting for the most progressive messages on social media. It just wasn't the same.
With Ship's help, Benny had decorated his room with three dimensional representations of the Rustabunnies, Red, Yellow, Pink, Blue, Orange, Brown, Black, White, and of course Mace Windu Purple. But they were silent things, just staring into space.
And so Benny sat with the guys every day in the lounge in Oregon, or Bermuda, or Algeria. Benny liked Oregon the best because it reminded him of the Haunted Forest where few Rustabunnies dared to go, filled with mystery and action and adventure. He sat with the guys but mostly was lost in the daydreams of his own adventures. He was vaguely aware that the men and the women were excited about doing something, or trying to do something, but he wasn't exactly sure what. Benny suspected, though, that it had a lot to do with the Special Hugging that Aunt Clara told him not to do before she Went Away.
********
Marisol Colon was stuck in a rut. She had partnered with three men, Hamilton Jurgens, Chuck Boyle, and Conner Trineer and scored lower with each one than the last: 540, 510, and 490. She firmly believed the rumor that people didn't simply die at random of rapid cellular degeneration from the cryogenic preservation process, but rather that the Federationistas got rid of anyone who was not useful to them.
And Marisol with her low scores was not particularly useful.
As she sat in Oregon she scanned the crowd of available men, thinking who might be advantageous to partner with. The problem is that no man in their right mind would want to partner with a low scoring woman like her.
And then her eyes fell on a man who definitely wasn't in his right mind.
Benny.
No one had partnered with Benny for obvious reasons. Who wanted to partner with a retarded man? But the more Marisol thought about it, the more the idea about Benny made sense to her.
"What about Benny?" she said suddenly.
Jessica Fromm laughed. "What about him?"
"Has anyone ever partnered with Benny?"
"Why would they?" The girls all laughed.
"No, I mean it," said Marisol.
"Mary, the boy's a simpleton," said Emma Bently. "He's retarded. What kind of future human race are you going to make with
that
?" She pointed at him. Benny, sitting halfway across the room, did not notice.
"Think about it," said Marisol. "None of us have succeeded with the other men. What was the problem? These men, they are so full of themselves, so full of piss and vinegar. That can affect a whole host of scoring down the line like Community and Standard of Living. Now, you take a man like Benny, he's simple, yes, but he's also very humble, he has no ego."
'Then why don't you partner with him, dear?" Jessica said, as the others laughed.
"I think I will," said Marisol, getting up from the table.
********
"Hey good looking, watcha doin'?" said Craig, grabbing his crotch as Marisol sauntered over to them. "Come for some real cockmeat?"
"Hello Craig," said Marisol.
"Hi Marisol," said Donnie Burch.
"Hey," said Ardis McDuff.
"Hello there," said Gavin Ansom politely.
Haggis O'Leary simply glared at her. But Haggis tended to glare at most people.
"How you doing, Benny?" said Marisol.
Benny was staring out into space, living a large Rustabunny adventure in his mind, his lips moving soundlessly and his eyes were wide.
"Benny? Benny!" she snapped her fingers in front of his face. That did it.
He blinked and said, "Huh? Huh? What?"
Ardis laughed.
"How are you, Benny?"
Benny paused, and scratched his head.
"Benny?"
"What?"
"How are you?"
"I don't know." He scratched harder.
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know." No one had ever talked to him before, certainly not a girl, certainly not a girl with large big floppy things. Benny had been trained not to stare at large floppy things but in this case it was unavoidable.
Marisol heard the laughter all around her and she pulled Benny up by the hand. "Come Benny. Let's talk."
"What are you going to talk about?" Craig Cobin asked. "The weather?"
"The geopolitical situation in New New Africa?"
"Bernstein's critique of Cosmic String Theory?"
Everyone laughed, except Haggis and Abner Dune.
"Come, Benny." She led him away like a balloon on a string.
She sat him down at an empty table some distance away. She was aware that all eyes were on them but that couldn't be helped.
"How you been, Benny?"
"I don't know," said Benny anxiously.
"I want to get to know you better," said Marisol. Benny trembled as she stroked his hand.
"Really?"
"Yes. Benny, have you ever considered partnering with anyone?"
"Partnering?" Benny frowned. "Is that like in Rustabunnies, where the Blue and Pink Rustabunnies partner to trick the Silent Wolf?"
"Kind of," said Marisol, with an easy smile. "I was thinking you and I could partner together. Would you like that?"
"I don't know," said Benny. "Do you want to play a trick on the Silent Wolf?"
"Yes, Benny. We can play a trick on the Silent Wolf. And we can do many other things." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Oregon erupted with the sounds of laughter and a roar of approval.
When she pulled back, Benny's eyes were wide. "Did you like that, Benny?"
Benny nodded.
"Would you like to do more of that with me, Benny?"
Benny nodded again. "You... Do you want to give me the Special Hug?"
Marisol's smile became predatory. "Yes, Benny. The Special Hug."
"I don't know." Benny's fingers started to play against each other rapidly. "Aunt Clara said I wasn't to do the Special Hug."
"Why not, Benny?" she said, running her fingers up his arm. Her touch was electric.
"She said... she said that I was a Goodman, and a Goodman didn't do such things, that it wasn't nice to do that to girls."
"Oh, but it
is
, Benny." She boldly got up and sat down on his lap. He was trembling now. She kissed him again. "It is
very nice
to do to girls, to the right girl. Do you want to do that to me?"
Benny nodded. Marisol could feel the lump his pants. "Then come with me, Benny. Let's go back to your place and do some special hugging."
There was another roar of excitement and even cheering and clapping as Marisol led Benny by the hand out of Oregon.
"Give it to her, Benny! Pound her pussy real good!" Craig cried, even as he laughed hysterically.
********
Marisol supposed she shouldn't have been surprised when they got to Benny's quarters and saw cartoon images of mutated bunnies of all different colors, hundreds of them dotting the endless landscape.
He is a grown man but has the mind of a moron.
But she barely paused as she worked her way around the Pink Rustabunny and the Brown Rustabunny to make her way to Benny's bed. She started working on his clothes and her own between kisses. Benny was grinning like a fool which made her feel even more uncomfortable. But as she pulled off his white jumpsuit she had to admit
he has a nice body.
Big, strong, naturally muscular, easily over six foot five. Marisol removed her own jumpsuit, causing her large Spanishy titties to come out.
Benny gave a cry.
"What is it?"
"Your big floppy things!" he exclaimed. Then he actually started to salivate. "Can I... can I touch them?"
Marisol smiled. "Of course, Benny!"
Benny reached out and cautiously squeezed them as if they were bombs which might go off at any moment. "So soft... so warm...." he marveled. Then he started squeezing them more and more firmly until Marisol winced.
"That's enough, Benny," she said.
"I can't touch your big floppy things anymore?" he whined, like a petulant child.
"Later," she said. "I have something even better in mind." Then she hugged him tightly, pressing her big floppy things against his chest. Benny groaned as she kissed him. She rubbed her furry pubis against him. He was already erect. Marisol looked down. Benny was
huge
. She had a vague sense of worry and excitement about the size of him.
Benny was excited and worried as well. "This special hugging... Aunt Clara said I shouldn't do it."
"No, Benny, she just wanted you to wait until you were ready for it," said Marisol, kissing and rubbing against him passionately.
"She did? How do you know that?"
"She told me," said Marisol, the lie coming easily to her lips as she hugged the giant's body.
"Before or after?"
"What?"
"Did Aunt Clara tell you this before or after she Went Away?"
"Both, Benny," Marisol assured him.
"Oh." Benny was still considering the implications of this when Marisol pulled him down to the bed. At first she tried to position Benny on top of her but his enormous body weight crushed her.
"Ow! Get off me, Benny!"
Benny pulled back. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," said Marisol, rapidly rubbing circulation back into her arms.
"Did I give you the special hug the right way?"
"Of course," Marisol assured him.
"All right." Benny went to pick up his clothes.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed. We finished, haven't we?"
"Not by a long shot!" she growled, pushing him back onto the bed. This time she was on top, mounting him. She raised his erection and gulped. It was
huge
.
Marisol summoned her courage. She
