Space Explorers TNG by Rubbermatt
Lieutenant j.g. Kristen Wildheart on her way to the main hanger for an away mission.
Why’d you volunteer for an away mission?
“This is what I trained for.”
Huh?
“A science officer doing sciency stuff on an alien world. Besides I was going stir crazy cooped up on the ship. Now finish the aerial scan ensign, but don’t get too far away, transporters won’t work through the muck in the atmosphere.”
Roger LT.
𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴.
“Yep, I’m picking up really high concentrations of metals just below the surface, looks like it was a pretty big rock that hit here.”
Explains why there’s not much life down there.
“Yep, getting hit by an asteroid tends to do that to planets.”
“Oh crap!”
𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?
“Looks like tar oozing out of the ground ….. sticky as hell … I can’t get my feet free!”
“Shit, shit, shit … it’s not tar, it’s moving! I can’t get free!”
𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘉7 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰..
𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣!
“Oh fuck, it’s covering my legs!!!”
𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s swallowing meeee!!!”
𝘓𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢…
“Waaaahhhh!! It’s melting my suit, I can feel it on my skin!!!”
“please …. help me …. it’s inside meeee …”
𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪
“i can’t move …. no please nooooonnnmmmmhhh …mmmmnnn!”
… ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ … ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵉᵃʳ … ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ …. ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ … ˢᵒ ᵗᶦᵍʰᵗ … ˢᵏᶦⁿ ᶦˢ ᵗᶦⁿᵍˡᶦⁿᵍ … ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᶠᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵘᵖ …
𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣! 𝙆𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙉!!!
𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙚𝙙, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨
𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝘽7 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩
𝘕𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘉7, 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺
Oh hell …
“Damn, this stuff is fused to her skin! We need to get her into sickbay stat.”
“Dermal regenerator?”
“It might separate this stuff from her, but our best bet is to get some nanoprobes into her, so her body can reject the invader”
“Shit the stuff’s spreading internally! Let’s move!”
“GANGWAY!!!!”
“Bugger, dermal regenerator’s no good.”
“It’s not working?”
“Oh it’s working nurse, it’s just that this stuff regenerates itself faster than I can pull it out of her skin. At least the nanoprobes have slowed the spread.”
“The cocoon is thickening, the outer surface hardened into some sort of shell. We did manage to get a couple of IV lines in before the expansion started, pumped Kristen full of concentrated nutrients and every kind of immune booster we could think of. All we can do now is hope.”
“The outer shell is completely rigid now, we can’t even scan through it. We’ve got no idea what it’s doing to Lieutenant Wildheart in there, but the last thing we saw is that it had spread through her entire body.”
Dark o’clock, the night shift putter about, making sure the ship doesn’t fly apart, the captain is in her quarters pegging the new cabin boy, and Dr van Norks pores over every archive she can find, looking for some clue.
In ICU something that used to be called Kristen stirs …
A soft tearing sounds as the cocoon is breached ……
Even alien latex slime symbiotes need a good yawn and stretch
Eeekk! Cold floor! Someone fetch my slippers.
Silently the creature slid from the bed and approached the containment field.
It could sense others nearby, other suitable hosts in which to implant it’s offspring.
The field proved to be no barrier, its understanding of field dynamics far exceeding that of Starfleet ….
Soft and quick as shadows we must be …
Time for hugs!
Close encounters of the tentacular kind.
Hate to love ya and leave ya … next!
One down, 903 crew left to go … tentacles for everyone!
𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?
mmmmhhhhmmmmmnnnnn!!!!!
All through the ship not a thing stirred, not even a mouse ….. except for the latex tentacle symbiote in Sickbay 2.
Such an accomodating girl …..
The monitors are going nuts, what are you lot doing in here? Not another orgy I hop …. oh shit!
Open wide and say ‘mmmmmmppphhhgglllkk’
Hate to love you and leave you, but the rest of the crew are just begging to get tentacled … sleep well my sweet babies, I promise to leave some for you when you wake …..
Sneakily sneaking like a sneak.
Surprise hug attack!
Warning, horny symbiote on the loose ….
The girl voted ships nymphomaniac (5 years running) now has tentacles, and she’s not afraid to use them.
This seasons line in draft excluders ….
Let me take your temperature Doctor
“Th …that’s not a thermometer!”
Cum for me Doctor …
…. and deeper ….
There we go! …. and you’re still cumming you randy bitch
Exeunt stage left …
Just taking a short cut to the ladies room … honest!
“Hi ho hi ho, it’s off to work we go, with nipple clamps and an anal plug, hi ho hi ho hi ho hi ho”
@Rubbermatt:
Should point out this is set after the movies & DS9. @TheSeventhCode: @Rubbermatt:Side Note
This is not a front line ship. The Sovereign class are the front runners, led by the Enterprise. This Galaxy is a support vessel, in depth follow-up surveys on already discovered worlds, resupply to colony worlds etc.
Non-exciting work that still requires a skilled, experienced crew, plenty of cargo space & lots of labs.
Perfect for veterans of the Dominion war, the Borg & a load of other way too exciting events.
The crew are not as spit shined as you’d find on the flagship, they’re all for an easier, less dangerous life.
So blondie here is not joking about the nipple clamps & butt plug.
She really is wearing them under her extra tight uniform.
👀 The high-heels
There’s a lot of shagging on this ship.
The Captain’s a bit of a goer, real MILF, she likes her uniforms extra tight & her heels high. The rest of the crew took their cue from her.
“Hmmhmm hhmmhmmm … what the…”
squelch
mmmmmmppphhhh!!!
hhmmm getting a bit full in here
“Lieutentant Hathaway to the Bridge, I’m on deck 12 and we have a problem.”
What kind of problem Kiera?
“Sickbay, well the whole medical wing, is sealed off. There’s some kind of barrier blocking the passageways. It looks … organic.”
It’s confirmed, the entire medical wing is sealed off, there’s no way in. More worryingly, no one in there is responding, no one at all.
Wakey-wakey, rise and tentacle.
“Well it is organic, and there are members of the crew embedded within it.”
“Well that’s fucked it, we can’t try and cut through.”
“There’s an air shaft across this section, it should be big enough for me to squeeze through…”
comm…eaking up b…..areful in ther……
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be careful, the thought of being captured and cocooned in one of those barriers really isn’t making me so horny it hurts …”
“Good grief, that’s roughly one orgasm every minute. She’s going at sixty cums per hour.
Lucky bitch.”
“Okay recorder on … ahem Absolutely fascinating, he’s being integrated into the structure, like some kind of biological processor.
Just imagine what that feels like, completely encased and invaded by living rubber, becoming a living part of the ship, feeling unending pleasure”
“Eeeep!”
“Ummmm … I come in peace, take me to your leader.
it was worth a try ….. please be gentle with me?”
Aaaahhh ooohhh ooommmnnn mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh!
Meanwhile, on Deck 10 ….
Don’t mind me, just lost my access card ….
‘just relax baby, it’s easier that way’
Faint, muffled cries as the crew members were subsumed by alien living latex, a heavy slithering as the glossy creature once called Kristen dragged the hapless male off to a questionable fate ….
Alright sweetie, time for you to take over the computer for me, although not exactly how they trained you at the academy
The male roused, choking on the thick tentacle she had thrust down his throat.
But it was too late, she was already pumping alien slime down his gullet.
He would be transformed into something useful very shortly.
Now be a good semi-organic processor & take over the computer cores for me, sweetie.
Rubberised flesh stretching out, stripping carpet, paint, plastic covers, access panels, absorbing it all into the ever growing processor.
The entire central nervous system hungrily gobbling up fresh resources, expanding, infiltrating circuitry & chips.
In minutes all extraneous material had been stripped from this quadrant of the computer core, assimilated into the pulsing glossy black form that had been a human male.
Consciousness remains, experiencing the exquisite ecstasy & agony of transformation, the constant pleasure always ramping up, never tipping over the edge, constantly edged as the processor obeys Her commands.
Seven more males, one per quadrant of the twin computer cores, a further four in the main control room. Very shortly Kisten would have absolute control of the ships main computer. She would need to add some more males further up the nine deck tall cores, but that wasn’t urgent.
“Good boys, now seal and jam all access to the computer cores on all decks, lock out all terminals and lock down the turbolifts for our kind to access only.
Oh, very smoothly done. Such obedient boys.”The crew of third watch, grappling with the recently discovered problem of the entire medical wing being sealed off, now suddenly became aware of a much more pressing problem.