Passengers - Reimagined

- by Alvo Torelli, February, 2021

(Mg, con)

(Author's Note: Despite it's obvious flaws, I enjoyed the 2016 sci-fi movie Passengers. I just wish they had used a plot more like this one. Oh, and somebody took umbrage with me for calling this a parody, which seemed a bit petty even if it was correct. Nevertheless - I'll say it's a "reimangining" instead of a parody.)

Aurora

The first thing Aurora Lane knows is the searing pain as the hibernation cradle pumps air into lungs that haven’t taken a breath in decades. Memory returns slowly, assisted by an impersonal avatar with a smiling face and a soothing voice. She’s on the Avalon, a starship traveling to another planet – a new home – HomeWorld II. It’s time to wake up, recover from hibernation, spend a few months getting acclimated to her new planet along with her parents and five thousand other passengers. 120 years have gone by as the ship soared across the galaxy from star to star. But Aurora hasn’t aged a day in hibernation. She’s still eleven.

Wait. Where are all the other passengers? Why are mom and dad still in their hibernation cradles? All the cradles are still full. Something’s gone wrong! She runs the halls, searching, looking for people and answers. Days go by. No crew, no answers, until she stumbles onto the stellar observation deck. Oh, god, no. It hasn’t been 120 years – it’s only been 30! There’s another 90 years of flight to go – soaring at half the speed of light through limitless, empty, space.

Alone. She’s going to die, here, alone. She has food, water, air, even entertainments – movies, bowling, swimming, holo-games. But she’s alone, with 90 years of travel still to go. It isn’t fair! She’s only eleven. She never even got to kiss a boy.

She tries to pull herself together, to think. Her hibernation pod malfunctioned. Why? She spends weeks on the computer, trying to understand reams of technical nonsense, but she knows she’d need years to understand it. She’d need a degree in engineering.

Aurora spends another desperate week trying to get into the crew area of the ship – maybe she can wake someone up, somehow – but she can’t get past the security, no matter how hard she tries. Her panic and sense of isolation double as she pounds on the impervious glass that walls her away from any hope of help.

In wretched despair, the pretty little girl nearly walks out of an airlock into the cold of space. But she can’t. She runs, trips, falls, then rises and clutches the side of a hibernation cradle – looking down into a face. It’s a handsome face. It stirs something inside her. A man, not a boy, but still her breath catches in her young chest. Her tiny, nascent breasts heave and her nipples tighten.

She knows enough to get the computer to tell her about the man – James Preston, Jim. Twenty-three. Healthy. Tall and strong. No family. He likes scary movies and holo-games. Oh! He’s a mechanical engineer.

An engineer!

Jim

The second he opens his eyes Jim Preston knows something has gone wrong. It’s not the burning in his chest, the needles of pain as real blood rushes to the far reaches of his limbs, or the post-hibernation fogginess of his brain – it’s the gorgeous light-blue eyes staring into his face, filling up every bit of his vision. It’s the worry in those eyes.

Something is wrong, but maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe he’d just like to look at the eyes, the long perfect lashes, or the lips – the perfect lips that come into focus as she moves back. She? Who? Such a delicate nose – a few pale freckles.

“Oh, my god! Are you okay?” It’s the prettiest little voice he can ever remember. It tinkles.

“What’s going…? Who…?” He can barely make words. The pretty face looks to the side and his eyes follow to a hologram of a smiling woman, avatar for the ship’s computer. His eyes are drawn back to the gorgeous little girl’s worried face. The computer drones. Vitals strong, hibernation confusion will pass. 120 years. Time to wake and…

Wait, what is the frantic child saying? Not 120 years? Her tinkling voice drowns out the computer. Only 30 years? 90 years to go? It’s hard to concentrate – between the hibernation confusion and the girl’s amazing face. Something went wrong with her pod, and now, months later, his? “Please, help!” she pleads.

It’s too much. “Computer, mute!” Jim barks and half the noise shuts off at once. But the other half is coming from those gorgeous, small lips. How old? Too much sound. His arms finally work even if his brain is still half-idiot. He sits up and takes the delicate face in his hands, willing her to stop jabbering at him. He doesn’t know why he pulls her forward and kisses her, but it stops the noise.

The pretty child’s amazing blue eyes are so big when he releases her. “Oh, geez, I’m sorry!” he stammers. “I’m just… confused… the noise… Who…?”

She bites her quivering lip, staring, looking like she’s about to run. Her small, budding chest rises and lowers with frightened gasps. Jim sees the determination it takes her to calm down. Why did he have to kiss her? Idiot! What’s going…

“Aurora,” she says softly. “Aurora Lane.”

Aurora

Despite all the full hibernation cradles, Jim doesn’t want to believe her. After all, the stupid computer on his cradle is telling him they’re almost to HomeWorld II. Aurora leads him down to the stellar observation deck. Holding his hand makes her whole arm tingle. Is it just because she’s been alone for a couple of months? He’s even cuter awake than he was in his cradle. Just being near him…

“Fuck, ninety years!” Jim swears and Aurora backs away. She stares as he curses. “Oh hell, I’m sorry,” he responds to the look on her pretty face. “It’s not your fault.”

They talk over some food in one of the huge cafeterias. He’s still shaky, but he gets better quickly. Aurora explains that she doesn’t know what happened. Something went wrong with her pod, and then a couple months later his pod. But they’re the only ones awake on the ship.

After a while there’s a little grin on Jim’s face and she realizes she’s been chattering on like a crazy girl. She’s been so lonely – and he’s so good looking – she’s nervous and she always prattles when she’s nervous. Will he like her? OMG! Jim takes her hand and holds it between his hands He stops grinning. He’s serious.

“It’s going to be okay.” Jim squeezes her hand and Aurora’s heart nearly stops in her bosom. “You’re not alone anymore. We’ll see if we can fix things.”

She shows him what she’s already found – how to get into the sleeping quarters, where to get clean clothes, even the place where the weird android guys serves drinks. She blushes when Jim sees the huge room she chose to sleep in, and what a mess it is.

Right away, Jim says he wants to understand what went wrong with their hibernation pods. She takes him to hers, in a different part of the ship from where his unit now lies empty. Aurora tries to assist by bringing him stuff he needs or showing where to find caches of tools and materials. In a few hours, he’s gotten past the hibernation pod’s slick exterior and her cradle is open to view. He’s so focused! He’s so handsome.

It’s hot work and Jim strips off his shirt. Aurora can’t take her eyes off of his glistening, muscular body. She blushes when he catches her looking.

“Hey, I really don’t have to do all this on the first day, do I?” Jim’s smile makes her want to get closer to him. “We’ve got ninety years, right? I tell you what, let me pick a place to sleep and get cleaned up – then we can go get something to eat. Is it a date?”

Oh, gosh! A date?

Jim

He knows immediately he may have crossed the line with the pretty little girl. He shouldn’t encourage her, but her fascination, flirting and flustered blushing stroke his ego. She’s a welcome distraction from the enormity of what’s happened to him. And to her, he reminds himself. He has less confidence than he projects that he’ll be able to repair their hibernation pods. He couldn’t believe it when she showed him there isn’t a single spare pod on the whole ship. Who the fuck builds a trillion-dollar spaceship without designing in any redundancy!?

Yeah, a distraction’s what he needs, and damn if Aurora isn’t quite the… No, she’s too young! Stop thinking like that. Still, what harm can a little flirting do? She’s obviously starved for attention.

Aurora shows him how to break into one of the fancy high-roller suites, the one next to hers. Clever girl. Showered, shaved and dressed-up from the fancy clothes outlet she’d also broken into, he knocks on her door. Holy shit! She’s… Where did she get that dress? All of a sudden, she’s all curves and sex and… For fuck’s sake. But the blush and the shy smile, the big sky-blue eyes that flare as she sees how his eyes caress every inch – that’s all little girl.

Damn! He did say date, didn’t he?

Fine, he can play along. He gives her his arm and she bites her lip as she takes it, taller by several inches in the heels that make her legs look so long and perfect and… Fuck! Stop looking at her legs. And her ass. Geez.

They have dinner in a bar of all places, served by an android barkeeper – Arthur – a smug bastard, programmed with smooth platitudes and a plastic smile. The food is great, but the android won’t serve Aurora a cocktail, so Jim let’s her have some of his drink, then a little more. She gets tipsy. She puts her hand on his. She bats her eyelashes. He is so tempted!

How cruel is fate to put him together with a beautiful girl who’s off-limits for at least another half a decade? That thought brings the whole, horrible situation crashing back down around his shoulders. Ninety years! Fuck. He downs his third drink.

“Hey, Aurora, this was great,” Jim says. “But, you know…, really long, weird day. Probably should call it a night. Get a good night’s… lots to do tomorrow if I’m ever gonna fix… you know.”

Aurora

OOHH! Aurora throws herself on the huge bed in her purloined suite. She’d been so close! What did she do wrong? Wasn’t she pretty enough? She thought he liked her… the way he kept looking… maybe he just wished she had bigger tits, or wider hips or… OOHH!

She’d done everything she could to get him to kiss her good night – held his hand all the way back, leaned in close, put her hand on his chest, looked up along his tall body and tilted her head just like the girls in half a dozen romantic vids she’d watched over and over. And he did kiss her – on the top of her head! Aagh!

Why did she pick a room with such a big bed? It just reminds her of how alone she is. She puts her hand on the wall, wondering what he’s doing on the other side of it. Is he thinking about her? Why didn’t he kiss her!?

She knows he’s going to figure out what she did, eventually. What will he do then? Will he hate her? Oh, if only she can get him to see her as a woman first, not a little girl, before he finds out. She tortures herself in her head, tossing and turning. How does he make her feel so strange in her own body? Why can’t she stop thinking about him? It’s infuriating.

It’s hard to breathe. She’s wet, down there. Why? She’s confused and has a strong temptation to touch herself. Isn’t that bad? She can’t! But she does. It doesn’t help! It doesn’t matter how fast her trembling fingers flit across the sensitive nubbin that cries out for attention, there’s no release, no satisfaction, no pleasure – only frustration. She bangs on the wall, over and over.

Jim

He settles into a routine. He works on the malfunctioning hibernation pods, delves deeper into the central computer’s security protocols, fails again and again to bypass the doors into the crew quarters. There’s plenty to keep him busy. Jim has always used routine to help him hold his troubles at bay. But he’s never had troubles like these – fear of the endless loneliness that looms ahead, fear of his attraction for a beautiful child, fear that his ability to resist her may be fleeting.

The only solution is to fix their hibernation pods and go back to sleep – a long, dreamless sleep. But there’s another fear that grows, day by day, as they work side by side, as he fails to stop himself from encouraging her flirting, as he flirts back and lets her touch his arm, holds her hand, allows himself to look at her and dream. It’s the fear of what will happen if he’s successful, fear of what will happen when they wake up, on another planet, when she’ll still be there and she’ll still be too young. Eleven. Fuck!

It’s a routine, but he doesn’t push himself too hard. They watch holo-movies, laughing and sitting too close. He lets her grab his arm in the scary parts and lean her cheek on his shoulder when romance blooms amongst the actors. They play holo-games and he loses at everything but fencing.

With every passing day, it gets harder to imagine going back to sleep. It gets harder to keep their flirting innocent, to stop himself from stealing glances at her, to make sure that the touches they share don’t get any more intimate. It gets harder to stop himself from taking her in his arms and giving her the hard, desperate kiss that would lead to so much more than the innocent little girl thinks she wants.

The day comes when he has to admit, to himself, that he can’t repair his hibernation pod. He’s finally dismantled it enough to discover that some of the electronics have fused to slag. Just like there are no extra cradles – there are no extra parts – at least not in sections of the ship he can access. The discovery is a brutal blow. It means that even if he can fix Aurora’s cradle – only one of them can go back into hibernation. Only one of them can escape into the future. Ninety, fucking years!

He tries to hide it from the sweet child, but he’s despondent, angry, confused. Aurora can sense it. She chooses the wrong moment to try to use her naïve, obvious flirting to try to cheer him up and distract him from whatever is wrong.

Aurora

Aurora sees frustration and confusion in Jim’s green eyes. It mirrors her own frustration and confusion that have grown day by day as he keeps flirting with her, touching her and looking at her, but never taking the next step, getting her excited, then treating her like she was a six-year-old. She likes him so much, but he’s so annoying! Can’t he see she’s serious, that she wants him, that she’s ready to be kissed? Maybe this is her chance. Maybe she can cheer him up, help him, be the adult he seems to want.

She kneels close to Jim where he sits on the floor and puts a delicate hand on his arm. “Hey, maybe we should take a break today. You look like you could do with some fun. I know, let’s go swimming.” She knows he likes the way she looks in the skimpy bikini she found in the store.

“For fuck’s sake, Aurora, not now!” Jim barks at her.

What? She was just trying to help!

“Grow up, little girl!” he growls.

Little girl! Little girl! OHH! Anger flares. She snaps. She stands and steps away.

“Oooh! Can’t you see I’m not a little girl?! Why have I wasted my…? Oooh! I wish I’d never woken you up!”

Aurora claps her thin hand over her mouth. Her eyes flare in horror at what she just admitted. Jim looks from her to the slagged electronics and back again and she can see that he understands. He knows that she was the one who sabotaged his pod. She was the one who robbed him of his future.

As Jim scrambles to his feet, madness flashes across green his eyes. With a gasp, she takes a step back, then another. She turns and runs. His footsteps pound behind her. Where can she hide? Chest already burning, she puts on more speed.

Aurora is just pushing through the door to her suite, ready to spin and slam it closed, throw the lock, when her head jerks back. With a fistful of her long, blonde hair, Jim propels her into the room and across the floor. They slam into the bed and he falls on top of her small form, pressing her face and chest into the unmade sheets. He pins her down, tugs painfully at her hair to twist her head around and bring his snarling lips next to her ear. His angry musk washes over her, pouring fuel on the fire of her terror.

“You did this to me! You stole my life. And every day you make it worse, cock teasing me - when you know I can’t! You know it’s not right for me to… I can’t! You do it anyway, drive me crazy. You nasty little…”

It’s only when he reaches under her to tear at the front of her shorts that she truly understands how crazed he’s become. He yanks at her shorts and panties, dragging them over her small, round ass and down her coltish legs. It hurts! “Jim! Ow! Please!” Her fear doubles. He yanks her hair and she stops screaming, but she’s too frightened to stop whimpering, even as he forces her legs open. “No, no, not like… Please!”

She’s dreamed nearly every night of kissing him, being close to him, adored by him – wrapped up in his strong arms, enveloped in his manly smell. But not like this!

Her back arches and she twists wildly when he touches her young pussy. This is not how it’s supposed to be! She claws at the fancy sheets, tries to drag herself away. It’s all instinct. Her brain knows he’s far too strong and big and angry and filled with animal lust. And he has a right to be angry. She brought this on herself. She deserves to be raped. She’s done so much worse to him. But still she fights as he lifts her hips, as his hard cock touches her swollen, sopping lips, ready to drive home his anger.

“Jim! No! Please!” She whispers.

And then he’s gone.

Jim

It’s not the words that break through to him, it’s the pretty, tinkling voice, tinged with terror and guilt. He’s ready to take her, poised to ram inside her and teach her a lesson – punish her. He’s ready to finally fulfill the desperate desire he has for her beautiful and oh, so young body. But that voice. He loves that voice. It hits him like a hammer. He loves the little girl who speaks with that voice.

He can’t remember leaping off the bed, but here he is cowering against the wall with his slacks around his ankles. All the anger has turned to self-loathing. She’s just a little girl. How could he have attacked her, frightened her? Monster.

Fuck! His cheek hurts. Now he remembers. He jumped away, tripped over his fucking trousers, slammed his face into the floor. Raced away from her with undignified crawling. Fuck! But then he looks up and…

A frightened animal looks back at him from the big bed with the satin sheets.

He tears his eyes down, mortified. He can’t face the terror in those amazing, sky blue eyes. How did everything go so wrong? Oh, right, a sabotaged hibernation pod. God, she must have been so desperately lonely. She’s so young. Of course she looked for someone who could…! How else was she supposed to deal with…?

“Jim.” Her tinkling voice tortures him. How could he be such a terrible person? “Jim!” His mind is playing tricks. He’s a monster. “Jim!!”

He looks up. Amazing blue eyes looked back. They’re so close! A hand caresses his wounded cheek, soft and warm. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she tinkles.

Lips. Such soft, delicate, young lips. He kissed her once, didn’t he? It’s hard to remember. He kisses her again. She’s the one holding his face now, kissing him back, trembling with need.

His arms go around her, of their own accord. He tilts her, presses into her. So small, so new, so perfect. He staggers to his feet, kicks away the trousers and ignores the pain in his face as he kisses her perfect lips, cradles her perfect head in one hand, lifts her to his chest with the other. She’s tiny. He staggers to the bed. This time he lays her gently onto the slick, fancy sheets. He never stops kissing her. He thinks maybe he never will. She still holds his face in her small, delicate hands.

The little girl, Aurora, his beauty, doesn’t mewl or gasp or scream. She opens herself to his embrace. He kisses her neck, just below her ear and she arches back. He enters her with the head of his hungry cock. Her hands grasp hard, one behind his neck and one at the small of his back. She urges him on with no words. When he thrusts into the warm, moist pussy she finally gasps, stiffens, and gives him her virginity – the gift she didn’t realize she wanted to give him since the moment she saw him, there in his hibernation pod, sleeping away the decades.

It’s a long, slow fuck. It’s anger turned to desire. It’s fear and guilt turned to longing and need. It’s two people forever alone, with only one another – not caring that their love is taboo, that one is a child and the other a man.

Aurora

A new sensation builds up slowly, inexorably. She doesn’t know what it is, what to expect, what might come next. But she doesn’t want it to stop! It comes from the lovely, hard thrusts of his cock up inside her tight cunny. The thrusts don’t hurt any more. They feel wonderful. Oh, god, please, Jim, don’t stop, don’t stop, oh,… OH!

The trembling spreads out from her center. She hears a strange, wild grunting. What is that? Oh! It’s me! It’s… YES! OH! “Jim! Jim! Jim! Yes! Please! Oh. God. Yes!”

The trembling turns to shaking. It doesn’t matter that he’s on top of her, that he’s so much bigger than her. Her shaking moves the whole bed, rattles the very walls. Will her climax knock the spaceship off its trajectory? GOD! YES!

Yes, yes, that’s good. Do if fast like that! Harder! Deeper! HARDER! OH! What is he…? OHHH! Her legs clamp even tighter around his waist and the muscles in her neck strain painfully and… He thrusts hard and holds. Then again. Again. Again. OHHH!

Some instinct tells her it’s done, but she doesn’t relax her muscles, she doesn’t let go of him, her lover, her Jim.

How can her chest rise and fall so fast? How can he kiss her so hard? Slowly, slowly, the exciting, wonderful, feeling subsides.

Aurora holds Jim tight and wishes for this moment to never end.

When she awakens, her face is pressed into warm flesh. A bit of hair tickles her nose. God, he smells good! Afraid to break the bubble, she pretends to slumber, but somehow, he knows and he strokes her long, pretty hair down her back, between her thin shoulders. She snuggles deeper. She purrs, she actually purrs! But part of her mind, no matter how wonderful it is to be stroked and held and… and loved… part of her mind wants that other excitement, that incredible sensation.

She worms one hand down and she feels the way he starts when she grasps the big thing between his legs – his cock.

“Baby, you don’t have to… Oh, Jesus!” he says. It makes her smile, even as she slips her lips over the head of the hot, bulbous head. It’s warm and cozy and filled with strong, masculine scent, here under the covers he’d pulled over the top of them as she slept. He can’t escape her. She envelops more of his length into her mouth, tastes his skin and the remnants of their lovemaking. He stiffens rapidly - her reward. “Really, you don’t have to do…” he complains, but his fingers twine into her long hair and he guides her – pushing deeper into her warm mouth. Her small, delicate hands wrap around his turgid length and stroke her own spittle down his shaft.

An overwhelming sense of power floods over her as she sucks Jim’s cock. He can’t control his reactions. He’s excited and tense. He groans and it’s a lovely groan, an ‘oh my god don’t ever stop that’ groan. All those times he refused to kiss her or hold her, all those times he insisted on keeping them on task – working on the equipment – if she’d only known this was all she needed to take control: slide her young lips along his wonderful cock and drive him crazy. Their story could have been so different! Their story will be different, now – now that she has the secret to take control! She’d smile, but her sensitive lips are too busy.

The warmth disappears when he throws the covers to the side. She’s startled and looks up, still stroking his wet cock, but he pulls her up to meet his face. Her lips are slick. Jim kisses her anyway. She wants more, but he presses her back into the soft bed and nibbles the side of her throat. How can that possibly feel so good?!

Aurora arches up as he pushes one leg between her thighs and presses hard against her wet cunny. She grips him, then gasps when his tongue rasps across one of her nipples. Aaagh! He can pull her small breast into his mouth and the sensation is so strange, so good, so… Oh, god, stop! No, don’t! “Please! Please!” She doesn’t know what she wants or what she’s begging for. He rakes over her other nipple and she thinks she might explode.

Suddenly Jim’s arms are under her thighs. How did he move so quickly? He spreads her open and doesn’t hesitate to sink his tongue into her wet, ready cunny. She blushes deeply at the thought of what he’s doing, what he sees, what he tastes! Her back nearly breaks as she squirms and digs her shoulders back into the bed, clutches at the covers. She can’t stop her wild thrashing. Out of control, she instinctively tries to dig her heels into his back, but he won’t let her. He’s too strong and big.

Just as she realizes Jim has taken all the power back from her, he rolls her onto her front and lifts her hips. His urgency, his desire, his frantic need – they’re all contagious. How could she not want him to hold her like this, his strong hands wrapped tight around her small waist as he forces her to his will and takes what he wants? All that control – it was an illusion. She’s just a little girl in the power of a hungry, desperate man.

Aurora can’t lift her face. Her shoulders dig into the bed and her small hands clutch around loose fabric. This is how he held her before! Exactly like this, when he almost raped her. “Jim! Jim! … Yes!” she whispers into the bedclothes, not knowing if the excited man can hear her.

Jim

It isn’t lost on Jim that they’re back where they started – pretty, hot, little Aurora clutched by the hips, face down into the mattress, completely at his mercy. But every fiber of his being knows that she wants him this time, she’s begging for him this time, and not out of guilt or shame or even puppy lust. She’s felt the sting of ecstasy and she wants more. She wants to be with him and she wants to make him happy and she loves making love to him. There’s no anger in him this time, only desire. He thrusts inside her and revels in the way she grunts as he fills her to her deepest depth.

But this time will be different. This time he can start to teach her…

He thrusts hard and fast and soon the little girl starts to tremble in his hands. She can’t hide her growing pleasure. Jim smirks behind her, knowing things the naïve little girl can’t possibly know. He clutches her tighter, controlling her, thrusting even faster. He listens to every sound she makes – her glorious, tinkling moans of lust – her desperation for another climax. She’s almost there and then, with no warning, he pulls his hungry cock out of her tight embrace.

“Jim! What? Noooo!” she screams. She tries to twist around, but he holds her in place, lets her feel his control of her small body. “Please!” she gasps in a strangled whisper, “don’t stop!”

He doesn’t answer her. He’s forgiven her, but he wants her to figure out that he’s going to punish her anyway. He’s found the perfect torment for her terrible crime. She pleads in that amazing little girl voice that makes him desire her so much. And then, when he can sense the time is perfect, he adjusts his grip, freeing one hand to bring the head of his raging erection back to her quivering lips. Her scream of joy is muffled by the mattress as he pushes her forward and swirls his cock hard against her clit. She dangles in his arm and scrabbles at the sheets. Then he rams deep into her little body and fucks her as fast and hard as he can manage.

Again, and again, Jim takes the little girl to the edge of climax, only to pull back at the last second and deny her the ultimate pleasure she’s screaming for. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she beseeches, over and over. “Please! Please, Jim, fuck me! Oh, god, please don’t stop!”

Finally, he gives the little slut what she wants. He presses her chest down into the mattress, smothers her little body with his. He lifts her hips just enough to give him the right angle, to penetrate her fully. She’s so tight, even now. Her sweet little gasps drive him on. She wraps the sheets around and around her little fists. Somehow, he manages to curl and twist around to kiss her, just before her trembling turns violent as she finally achieves the climax she’s begged for for an hour.

His hot cum jets into her little body and he realizes he’s trembling almost as violently as she is.

Aurora

She’d been so naïve, so innocent, and so stupid. She blushes to remember how many times she’d fantasized about holding Jim’s hand, letting him kiss her, basking in the glow of his adoring green eyes once he decided he ‘liked her.’ Silly, romantic ninny! She’s still deeply embarrassed to remember. But…

But sex is awesome! Okay, she could barely walk when they’d finally stopped and crawled out of her huge bed to go find desperately needed sustenance. So what? It was totally worth it. It’s still worth it, always, and in so many more ways than that unworldly little eleven-year-old could have imagined. Gosh, remember the first time he surprised her in the shower…

… and she does bask in the glow of his adoring green eyes, regularly. But now she knows what he’s thinking behind those striking eyes, what he wants to do with her, what he’s thinking he might do to her – whether she’s ready or not. She shivers, thinking back on so many adventures with Jim, her lover.

He does love her, she’s sure. And she loves him, deeply. Not little-girl romantic puppy love. Forever love.

Has it really been two years? Two years of bliss. Two years sharing a bed with him. Two years trying to make love in every room in a huge spaceship?

Two years of only the two of them.

So why does she suddenly feel like they aren’t alone?

Jim

So, it turns out a man can be happy stranded on a spaceship hurtling across empty space with no chance of rescue and no way to go back to sleep for the ninety years it will take to get to his destination – he just needs the right, sexy, partner. Before he boarded this crazy ship, Jim would never have imagined himself in the arms of a little girl, a child – much less fucking her energetic brains out three or four times a day. But that was his life now, and even after more than two years, he was completely hooked. If his little blonde Aurora was all he could have for the long, long voyage, that was okay.

Jim is thinking these thoughts, and not for the first time, when the beginning of the end of his perfect world arrives with the sound of retching in the bathroom.

Aurora is sick. He can’t understand it. For three weeks, she throws up practically anything she eats. But then she wants ice cream, or chili crisp, or pickled okra. How can she be sick? There isn’t a fucking germ on the whole fucking ship! It’s hell on both of them. It makes him look at her a little bit differently, like something that could break, something that isn’t forever. He doesn’t like the feeling.

But she gets better and they quickly go back to their lives, enjoying the distractions and entertainments the ship offers, growing plants and vegetables in the grand concourse, and fucking like rabbits. They even have pets – birds that they managed to decant and raise from the banks of frozen embryos in the vast hold of the ship. Jim is thinking about building them a cabin – somewhere uniquely their own.

Jim holds his little sex-doll, spooning in their big bed. His cock slowly deflates inside her warm, tight cunt and he strokes across her bare, perfect skin, nearly asleep. His eyes snap open when he feels something. The little girl in his arms stiffens – she felt it too. It happens again, a bump against his hand where it lies gently on her stomach.

Aurora is pregnant. Aurora is frightened and he tries not to make it any worse. But for fuck’s sake, he thought they were protected. What? She sometimes forgets to take her pills? Oh fuck… No, don’t yell at her. She’s just a little girl. Remember? It’s his fault.

After a while she sleeps in his arms, but his mind races. She can’t have a baby. It’s impossible. Jim had checked out the medical facilities carefully when she was sick and there’s no way he can safely deliver a baby on board. What if she needed a C-section? She’s so young and small. Once again, he can’t believe the shortsightedness of people who would design a spaceship with luxury suites, shopping malls, and movie theaters that would only be used for a few months – but no emergency backups, no redundancies and inadequate medical facilities. Morons!

Besides, they can’t really take care of a baby. Even if they could, how could he doom an innocent little child to a life knowing nothing but this god-forsaken ship? Wait, hadn’t he already doomed an innocent little child, his Aurora, to the same life?

Geez! Why had he abandoned his work trying to fix the stupid hibernation pods? Idiot. He sits bolt upright in bed.

“Jim? Where are you going?” the sleepy, tinkling voice murmurs, but he’s already gone.

He thinks he has something like six months, maybe less. He needs every day of it. He knows his hibernation pod is beyond his ability to fix, but maybe he can fix hers. He learns everything he can. It takes weeks, but finally he breaks the security on the hibernation pod computer system and gains control. He can run diagnostics he’s never seen before, but they don’t tell him what’s gone wrong with her pod. It’s going to take more time to track down the problem!

He falls into a frantic routine: work, eat, fuck his gorgeous little companion, sleep the sleep of the exhausted. He hardly notices how she gets bigger and bigger, but he notices how hard she clings to him, how often she tries to distract him from work with her clever little fingers or her sexy little ass.

There are side benefits to cracking the computers. He finds out there are half a dozen pregnant women in hibernation – therefore, it’s completely safe. It’s the best news he’s had in months. He also learns how to wake someone up or put them back into hibernation – critical knowledge.

That knowledge opens up another possibility. He could wake someone else up, then put Aurora and the baby in their place.

Aurora won’t hear of it. She already did that to someone – had he forgotten. No, not forgotten, just forgiven. He doesn’t suggest it again.

The clock ticks down. His lover’s belly gets bigger. He discovers he finds her pregnant body sexy and it’s hard for him to keep his hands off her, despite the desperate need to fix her hibernation pod. But he can’t fix what he doesn’t know is broken. He’s sure he’s running out of time.

Jim holds the young girl by her hips and rams his cock into her swollen pussy over and over as she grabs at the sheets and moans in ecstasy. Her huge belly presses down into the mattress. She’s so sexy this way! He thrusts faster and faster, trying to lose his worries and inadequacies in the tightness of her glorious young pussy. He rams deep. He groans with pleasure as his hit cum bursts forth into her womb, yet again. And in that moment of ecstatic pleasure the answer comes to him.

He can’t fix what he doesn’t know is broken, but he doesn’t have to. He’s an idiot. He can just replace what he does know is broken and see if it works!

It takes a week of hard effort, going back and forth between the two broken hibernation pods. Aurora waddles along after him, looking so sexy he can hardly stand it. He tries not to think that if he’s successful, when he’s successful, she’ll no longer be with him. He’ll be alone.

Aurora has her first, early contraction just as he’s lifting the heavy electronics cabinet from her unit into place where it will replace the slagged cabinet in his unit. He has no time! He races. It’s an hour before the second contraction hits, but he’s almost done. There, yes, the diagnostics all come up green. It worked!

They’ve argued and argued about it. She didn’t want to leave him. But she understands. It’s too dangerous for the baby. She has to go back into hibernation. But she cries as he kisses her one last time and she cries as he closes the glass over her beautiful, pregnant form and she’s still crying as she falls back into the long, dreamless slumber that will carry her and her baby – Jim’s baby – into the future she was meant to have.

Jim sits back, heartbroken, and begins to count the long lonely days that will follow.

Epilogue

Four months out from HomeWorld II, the crew of the spaceship Avalon awoke from six score years of sleep. The first of them to venture out into the main parts of the ship were astounded at what they found, especially in the grand concourse. A huge tree dominated the concourse, with thick vines and fields of flowers. Birds flew through air and insects buzzed all around. A cabin stood at the foot of the giant tree, empty but for the dust of many years.

But there were much stranger things to discover a week later when it was time to start checking up on the 5000 passengers they’d transported across light years, prior to waking them up to start acclimating to their lives on HomeWorld II.

Captain Jeff Arnold raced across the ship to one of the hibernation holds, where he found the medic who’d called for his immediate attention. He looked through the glass of the hibernation pod the medic was working on to see the face of a strikingly pretty girl of thirteen or fourteen. “What’s the problem, Jenkins?” he growled.

“Sir,” the medic seemed hesitant. “The computer, sir – it says this child isn’t the person who’s supposed to be in this hibernation pod.”

“What!”

“It… it says the life signs don’t match. She’s not the same girl that went into the pod.”

“That’s impossible! Let me see that!” Captain Arnold was correct, it wasn’t possible – and he should know, he was the foremost authority on hibernation pods on board the Avalon. “Oh, my god! This is unbelievable, Jenkins.” He looked up from his furious manipulations of the computer screen. “It is the same girl, but… but this hibernation pod was off line for over three years, nearly seventy-five years ago. This child is older than she’s supposed to be.”

“Sir…” The captain was already so angry. Jenkins could barely find the words. “Sir, I think there’s something else you haven’t noticed.” The medic gripped the console under the glaring eyes of her captain. “She’s… she’s pregnant, sir.”

“What!”

The little girl’s name was Calista Belmont. She was ten when she went into the hibernation pod. She was thirteen, and eight months pregnant, when she finally awoke. She was the first of what would later be called ‘Jim’s Girls,’ although some people had less flattering monikers for the group. It took a couple of years for the full story to come out.

Amongst the 5000 hibernating passengers aboard the Avalon, there were nearly two hundred girls between the ages of ten and twelve. Almost forty of those little girls had spent some portion of the voyage awake – most of them for only a few days. But eighteen of the little girls had agreed to stay awake with the nice, handsome man who seemed so lonely – not forever, just for a year or two, or even three. And sixteen of the eighteen children, by the time they returned to their hibernation pods, were pregnant. And then there was Aurora Lane, in a repaired pod that was supposed to hold am engineer named James Preston. Aurora Lane, put into hibernation in active labor.

Nineteen little girls, one by one, over many years, had spent time awake, sharing the ship with Jim. Aurora, Calista, Daniella, Amanda, Justine… the names went on and on. Even two lovely twins, Yoko and Miko, who had known Jim nearly twenty years apart. And there was no denying what went on between Jim and that long string of pretty little girls, for there were seventeen babies – healthy, strapping little tykes to help populate a new world, to prove what had gone on. James Preston had survived for nearly fifty years as the Avalon hurtled across space. But he hadn’t been alone – he had ‘borrowed’ a few years from nineteen beautiful little girls, who would all treasure the time they had spent in his arms and in his bed.

Aurora was angry when she first learned of all the other girls. But then she held her baby in her arms, saw Jim’s wonderful green eyes and thought of the long, lonely years she’d doomed him to. She understood, and just like he had forgiven her, she forgave him.

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