Wendy's World 2

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

Stan Valdie popped a chocolate-coated date into his mouth and watched his colleague's reaction carefully as he chewed.

"That's, um, quite a result," conceded Lana Reynolds. "Where did this come from, exactly?"

"An unclassified planet," said Stan. "Forgive me if I keep its identity a secret for the time being."

Lana nodded. "And the synthesis project…?"

Stan swallowed his date, cleared his throat and sat forwards in his chair, shaking his head. He picked up a pen off his desk and twiddled it between his fingers. "No luck at all - damnedest thing. You'd think we'd be able to synth anything these days, but…" He trailed off and sighed. "We're missing something, that much is obvious. The chemical is not formulated by the creatures themselves - we've analysed their entire life cycle and they don't do shit with it. It's obviously manufactured by something else - something down on the planet that we've not found yet."

"You've been back there?" inquired Lana.

"Twice now, yes. We haven't found a thing. But it's a hopeless quest - the planet is bursting with life. We know where the ship landed, but the girl can't seem to give us directions that work out. She described caves but…" He shrugged. "If they're there then they're hiding. Visibility is rotten at the surface, which doesn't help … I think we need to get her back there so she can show us, but she refuses point blank to go."

"How's her father doing?"

"Still in stasis. They've not been able to figure out how to cure him yet."

"Then there's your answer," said Lana. "Tell her the only way to find a cure for her father is by going back to the planet and retracing her steps to the caves."

"I'm not sure she'd buy that. I've been over her story a million times - her father was bitten near the spot where she was picked up, and nowhere near the caves where she was impregnated."

"So tell her the cure requires gathering a living animal of the species that attacked her - tell her anything! Use your imagination, for heaven's sake."

Stan nodded. "Okay," he said, then he sighed. "Back to the planet we go."

Wendy was miserable. It had been only six months since her horrific ordeal on the planet Nethia, as it had now been named, and now she had to go back. The concept terrified her. But it was, apparently, the only way that her father had any hope of being cured, and she had the assurances of Major Rybridge that his marines would make sure she did not come to any harm. And of course her mother was coming along to make sure she was okay.

"This ship gives me the creeps," said Laura, Wendy's mother. She shivered. The room was not cold, but the impassive dark steel walls seemed to exude a soulless chill. "I hate military vessels."

Wendy nodded. "Me too," she said. "But I'll be glad of their weapons if we get attacked by any of those nasty things that … captured me."

Laura looked at her daughter sympathetically. "Yes, well, Major Rybridge says you won't have to leave the ship, so there's no reason for you to come into contact with any of those creatures."

"Until they bring one on board," muttered Wendy.

"Yes, but they have sophisticated containment facilities, so you'll still be perfectly safe even then. Now hurry up and get dressed - Major Rybridge is expecting us in ten minutes and it would be awfully impolite to be late."

Wendy eyed her dress with a look of discomfort. "I can't believe that was the only dress you packed for me, Mum. It's far too small for me."

"Well it's the only smart dress you've got. I didn't have time to buy another, and I'm not having you turning up at the captain's table in those horrible baggy things you call trousers. Dear me, the youth of today … no sense of style…"

Wendy rolled her eyes. "All right all right," she said, and she put the dress on. The fashion for skirts and dresses these days was very short - rather reminiscent of the late 1960s and 2040s - but Wendy had grown in the past three years since this was last fashionable on her.

"Oh my goodness," said her mother with a worried expression. "I had no idea it was so short on you now. I can see your panties and everything!"

Wendy looked down at her hemline. "I guess I'll have to wear shorts as well, then," she said.

"You'll do no such thing," her mother retorted. "It's not that big a deal to have your underwear showing these days … I know I normally disapprove of that, but right now my priority is to make a good impression. And wearing those ratty old shorts of yours is not a good way of doing that."

Reluctantly, Wendy agreed to wear the dress to the captain's table, despite the fact that it only came halfway down her buttocks at the back. As they walked through the ship on their way to the captain's quarters, Wendy felt the eyes of every marine they passed fixed on her white panties.

Dinner, which they shared with Major Rybridge and four of his officers, was not the best meal Wendy had ever had. The major felt obliged to apologise.

"Our food stores were last replenished in Tangvar," he said, "and their foodstuffs are not perhaps what you are used to. However it will grow on you after a while. Here, have some Tangvarian octogrape wine to go with it - it's pretty good and it takes the edge off the flavour of the food."

"Thanks," said Laura gratefully. She allowed him to pour her a class, but was not at all sure that Wendy should have any.

"Oh please Mum," Wendy begged, desperate for anything that would take away the horrible taste of the food.

"It won't do her any harm," said Major Rybridge with a smile.

"Oh, very well," said Laura, and the major poured Wendy a full glass.

They talked for a while about the mission, as Wendy tried to finish what was on her plate. But her wine only went so far, and she soon needed a refill. This helped her clean her plate, but she was feeling distinctly light-headed by the time she had drained the second glass.

It was now that there surfaced a rather unfortunate side-effect of eating Tangvarian food for the first time. Wendy was listening intently to an amusing anecdote that Lieutenant Armstrong was telling, and barely noticed as a very soft poo began to ooze out of her anus. It was only when her mother, sitting beside her, sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose in displeasure that Wendy suddenly realised that she was sitting in something warm and soft.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, leaping to her feet. Her dress being the absurd length it was, there was absolutely no hiding the broad and uniformly smooth bulge causing her panties to sag at the back.

"Wendy!" exclaimed Laura, shocked.

"Oops, oh dear!" said the major sympathetically. "I'm sorry, this is my fault. I should have warned you. Tangvarian food can have the effect of semi-liquefying your bowel contents if you're not used to it. And the wine acts as a muscle relaxant and has a certain numbing effect. Believe me, Wendy, you're not the first this has happened to - I can only apologise for not foreseeing the problem."

"That's very kind of you, major," said Laura, "but I'm still horribly embarrassed. If you'll excuse me I'll take Wendy to get cleaned up."

"I can clean myself up, thanks Mum," retorted Wendy, bridling. "Thank you for the dinner, major. Now if you'll excuse me…" She backed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As she made her way back to her quarters, she looked out for signs to the ladies' toilet. She knew there was one somewhere near her cabin, but in her rather befuddled state she seemed to be having some trouble locating it. Eventually, as she staggered past the door to her cabin for the third time, she gave up her quest and pushed the door open. Stumbling into her cabin, she collapsed on her bed and within seconds was fast asleep.

A trio of passing marines wandering past the open door noticed her lying there on her side, with her back to them, and stared in amazement at the sight of her uncovered panties bulging with poo. They stayed a while to gawk and took a few pictures before covering her up with a blanket and closing the door.

A couple of hours later, Laura came to bed. She took a quick look inside Wendy's cabin, and seeing her daughter lying there with a blanket over her she nodded in satisfaction and continued to her own cabin.

The next morning, Wendy was still asleep when Laura arose. She decided to let her daughter sleep in for a while.

But Wendy's lie-in was not to last for long. By now they were in orbit about Nethia, and the shuttle that would take them down to the surface was ready for departure. An intercom came alive in the cabins of both Laura and Wendy.

"Good morning Ladies," came the voice of Major Rybridge. "I trust you both slept well. I am pleased to report that we have arrived, and will be descending to the planet's surface in twenty minutes. Please make sure you are ready in time, for the shuttle has limited fuel capacity and we prefer to drop straight downwards if we can. I'd rather not have to orbit the planet more times than is strictly necessary."

Wendy, her head throbbing, tried to open her eyes and found them fogged up. She felt groggy. What had the major said? Twenty minutes? Plenty of time for a little nap, then…

Her mother put her head around the door two minutes later. "Hurry up darling," she said briskly. "You heard what the major said."

"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute," replied Wendy through her half-sleep.

Thirteen minutes later, Laura appeared at the door again. "Come on, Wendy!" she exclaimed, horrified that Wendy was still in bed. "We have to be in the shuttle in two minutes!"

"Oh but Mum!" complained Wendy. "My head … I think I've got a hangover."

"I knew you shouldn't have had a second glass of that stuff!" said Laura sharply. "Well it's just tough luck - you're here to find a cure for your father, and I'm not having you blowing that because you have a headache!" She marched into the room. "Come on!" she said. "If we don't leave this minute, we'll be late!"

She pulled Wendy to her feet. As the blanket fell away, she tutted. "Still wearing that dress?" she said. "Well, too late to get changed now." She walked briskly out of the room, with Wendy in tow.

It was now, through the mental fog that clouded Wendy's thoughts, that the girl realised something that had been hovering around at the edge of her subconscious for the last couple of minutes. The realisation made her eyes widen in alarm.

"Mum!" she said. "I have to change my panties!"

"We've got about a minute to get on the shuttle," said Laura grimly. "We're not going back now."

"But you don't understand!" wailed Wendy, feeling the now cold, sticky wad of semi-dry poo slapping against her buttocks with each step. "My panties are still full of my poo from last night!"

"What?" Laura stopped in her tracks, a look of disgust on her face. Then she resumed walking. "Silly girl!" she said. "What on Earth did you do last night after you left the table?"

"I couldn't find the loo," muttered Wendy as she was dragged along by her wrist.

"Well, I'm sure there's one on the shuttle," said Laura. "I've seen it and it's pretty big - the shuttle I mean - there must be a bunch of facilities on there."

"I hope so," said Wendy fervently.

But when they got to the shuttle and were ushered on board, Wendy and Laura were immediately directed to their seats. "Strap yourself in well, ladies, and quickly please," said Major Rybridge. "We'll be dropping out in half a minute."

"But…" began Wendy.

Her mother silenced her with a look. "Just get in your seat, darling," she said. "We'll sort you out afterwards."

Wendy took her seat and grimaced as her poo, still slightly squishy, oozed between her pussy lips. She pulled her seatbelt across her lap and fastened it in place. Shortly afterwards, with a whine and a roar, the shuttle detached from the ship and began to plummet towards the planet's surface. Wendy's stomach leapt into her mouth and this, coupled with her queasiness from the previous night's drinking, caused her to heave. She looked around desperately for a bag, but could not find one. Putting her hand over her mouth, she threw up violently, and a torrent of vomit cascaded down her chest, over her breasts and downwards, soaking the front of her dress, until it formed a pool in her lap, and seeped between her legs, soaking into her panties.

Her mother rolled her eyes and put her hand over her nose - her daughter was now smelling rather nasty. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it right now. The shuttle continued to plummet, until it applied retro-rockets to brake its descent. A couple of minutes later, they were setting down, although since neither Wendy nor her mother was sitting anywhere near a window they had no idea of what kind of ground they had landed on.

Wendy, wiping vomit from her chin, looked around. She saw Major Rybridge unstrapping himself at the back of the room. He waved to her.

"Stay in your seats for the moment, please," he said. "We need to take a quick look outside and make sure there's no reason to immediately take off again."

Wendy and her mother waited patiently, though uncomfortably, while the major took a few of his men outside. When he returned he looked reasonably happy with what he had found.

"We seem to have landed in some fairly deep mud," he said to them before suddenly noticing the state Wendy was in. "Oh dear!" he said. "We'd better get you cleaned up. Anyway, like I said, we've landed in some deep mud into which the legs have totally disappeared, so we're resting on our belly at the moment. Nothing to worry about, though - the rockets are higher up so when we decide to take off, we'll rip ourselves free of the mud with no problems. What we're going to do now is send out a scouting party to explore the immediate area and locate your original landing site. Once we've found that, hopefully you'll be able to direct us to those caves you described."

Wendy nodded. "Can I go and get cleaned up now?" she asked.

"Sure." The major nodded. "Although I'm afraid I don't have a clean change of clothes for you. You'll have to wash the ones you've got on. Just go down this aisle, follow the corridor to the right, and the toilets are at the end. You can't miss them."

Wendy got unsteadily to her feet, vomit pouring down her legs. She stepped past her mother and into the aisle.

Laura recoiled as Wendy's poo-filled panties nearly hit her in the face. She looked anxiously up at Wendy. "Want me to come and help?" she asked.

Wendy shook her head. "No thanks Mum," she said. "I'll be fine."

She walked down the aisle, trying to ignore the stares of the marines that were fixed on her messy, bulging panties. She followed the major's directions and soon found the toilet. She still felt queasy and thought she might throw up again, so she knelt down in front of the toilet bowl in one of the stalls and waited for either her head to clear or her stomach to bring up more of its contents. For five minutes, neither happened, but she began to think that maybe she would not throw up again so she rose to her feet and prepared to undress.

A gurgling sound issued from the toilet. Wendy stopped and listened, puzzled. She bent down and stared into the bowl. As she watched, nothing happened at first, and then bubbles appeared, rose to the surface, and popped. Then the water erupted.

A dark-coloured object emerged from the toilet bowl at great speed, causing Wendy to scream and jump backwards. It was a long, thick tentacle, and Wendy immediately knew it must belong to some creature that lived in the mud beneath the shuttle. The tentacle thrashed about for a while as if looking for something. Wendy backed away quickly so that it would not find her. Then, in another cubicle, another tentacle emerged from the toilet bowl therein. Wendy decided it was time to leave the toilets, and quickly. She backed out of the door and ran back to the seating cabin, where she almost collided with Major Rybridge.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You couldn't find the toilets?"

"There are … things in there!" jabbered Wendy. "Tentacles! I've seen their kind before - they did horrible things to me. They came out of the toilets!"

Major Rybridge started in alarm. "That's not good," he said. "We'll have to take off and find firmer ground. Sorry about this, but could you please return to your seat for the moment."

Wendy did so, but wrinkled up her nose as she saw that there was a puddle of vomit on her own seat. She was about to take a different seat but her mother stopped her.

"For goodness sake, try not to mess up any more seats than you have to," muttered Laura testily, gesturing for Wendy to take her own seat. "It's not as if you can get any muckier."

With an unhappy sigh, Wendy sat in the middle of the puddle. As she sank into the soft upholstery, the vomit surrounded her bottom and was soaked up by both her panties and the drying poo within them. She tried to take her mind off it by explaining to her mother what had happened in the toilet.

The shuttle's engine whined as it fired the thrusters. The whine climbed in pitch … and then abruptly ceased. Wendy looked around to see Major Rybridge, puzzled, get to his feet and head into the cockpit. When he emerged a couple of minutes later he looked grim.

"I'm afraid," he said, coming over to see them, "that we have sustained some kind of hull breach. The shuttle's computer won't let us take off until repairs have been effected."

"And how long will that take?" asked Laura.

"It depends what the problem is," said the major. "It could take half an hour, or it could take three days - we won't know until we have a look at it. I've sent someone to check it out - he'll be back in five minutes."

Laura and Wendy waited. Eventually the marine returned and reported to Major Rybridge.

"Something has penetrated the hull," the major told his passengers. "We don't know what, but it's let quite a lot of mud in. We'll have to clear the mud before we can get at the hole. And of course we'll have to find out what got in. But don't worry about a thing, ladies. We'll not let anything get to you in here."

Resigning herself to remaining messy for a while yet, Wendy reclined her seat and tried to get some sleep. It was not easy - her soaked and sticky clothes felt uncomfortable against her skin. Eventually she drifted off, but almost immediately, it seemed, she was being shaken awake.

"Wake up darling," her mother was saying. "We have to evacuate."

"What?" Wendy sat up in alarm. "What's happened?"

"There's some kind of fungus eating away at the bottom of the hull," her mother explained, trying to disguise the fear she felt. "The fact is, we're sinking, and there doesn't seem to be anything Major Rybridge and his men can do about it. We can't take off, and we certainly can't just sit here."

Wendy's eyes widened. "But Mum, I can't!" she exclaimed. "I can't go back out there!"

"We don't have a choice," said Laura firmly. "Either we go outside or we stay here and sink with the shuttle." She got up and stepped into the aisle, then waited for Wendy to do the same.

Full of consternation, Wendy followed her mother as they were ushered out of the ship. A walkway had been laid down on top of the mud to lead them to safer ground, but Wendy knew very well that nowhere on this planet was particularly safe.

"It's a lot drier over there, among the 'trees', or whatever the hell those things are," said Major Rybridge. "We'll set up a temporary camp there."

"How are we going to get off this planet?" asked Wendy.

"We can control the ship pretty well from down here," said the major. "Unfortunately while that does not mean we can summon it to rescue us, it does mean that we can tell it to send a distress call back home. We'll have a rescue ship here within a week."

"A week?" echoed Wendy. "Have you any idea what could happen to us down here in a week?"

"Nothing," said Rybridge firmly. "Because I'm not going to let anything happen. Your safety is my top priority. You'll be under armed guard all day and all night. I've got twenty-five of my best men here, and they're all extremely well-trained. So please don't worry about a thing."

Slightly mollified, Wendy crossed the walkway to the 'drier' ground, which turned out to be still pretty muddy. A camp had been rapidly constructed, and this included a separate tent for Laura and Wendy. The floor of the tent was made of a tough plastic sheeting, which floated on the mud very effectively. There was also a toilet tent, which Wendy made use of immediately. She dumped the poo out of her panties and wiped them out with toilet paper, then wiped her dress clean the same way. She had been told that washing with water was out of the question - water was now for drinking purposes only, since there was only so much they could take off the shuttle.

An hour or so later, Major Rybridge came to see Wendy. "We'll be proceeding with the mission as planned," he said. "We've got all the equipment we need off the shuttle. If you could come with me to our HQ, you can guide my marines as they retrace your steps."

Wendy nodded and followed him back to the main tent. There she was seated in front of a vision screen on which was shown the

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