/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

>>170265

Like actually loading up the game to play and then going from there?

Might be better to just RP.

The vessel emerged smoothly, the mottled blue-white vortex of subspace shifting into a field of stars. Its easy emergence back into realspace belied the situation on board. A cursory scan would reveal a hull burnt and pockmarked, indicating it had been struck with both kinetic and plasma weapons. Only one propulsion unit still appeared operational, though maneuvering thrusters seemed intact. It appeared to have been venting atmosphere in several locations judging from ice around several of the rents in its hull. Around the vessel there appeared a faint shimmer that quickly disappeared, perhaps suggesting its defensive shield projectors shut down. All in all, from the outside the situation might look dire.

Please, please, please, the ensign muttered to herself, hands dancing across the control console as she tried to find a way to restore the shield projectors. Blue-green eyes flicker across readings, and she adjusted her glasses - purely cosmetic in this age of gene-manipulation. With the ship's core damaged and the ship's computer, its virtual intelligence, had shut itself down as a safeguard. Normally a secondary system, the "dumb" VI, would activate to assist the crew. It hadn't. And the tertiary backup, the ship's artificial person…

For the first time since strapping him into the seat, the ensign looked over to the only figure sharing the bridge with her. He was badly damaged. Both legs bandaged and immobile, one arm burnt down to almost nothing. She had bandaged the stub anyway. It had felt right, since the android had lost it pulling the Captain from the plasma fire. Most of his artificial skin was burned, and his hair was gone. She'd bandaged his head too. With little familiarity with androids the point had seemed lost on her, but Rook had informed her that such bindings may assist him in maintaining epidermal structural integrity - and that it felt good to be treated almost human. The ensign had obliged him before he too shut down. Permanently or not, she was unsure.

Lucky star, lucky star, she whispered aloud, grateful for any noise on the silent bridge. It was perhaps a startlingly clean bridge for the disaster it had endured. Besides the burnt weapons console, every had been put in order. The Captain's seat was empty, and that felt like a weight on the ensign's shoulders. After taking a deep breath to calm herself, she manually activated music for the bridge. Something classical. It was soothing.

Once more, she checked on the status of the vessel's cryopods. All the crew she could find, living and dead, she had moved into cryonic suspension with Rook's help. The Captain was in there. She read the tag for the pod: Lieutenant Commander Tomiko Tetsuhara. Just reading the name made her smile. A perfect name for a captain of the Traveler. One of many T-class corvettes on the frontier. Just their luck to be smashed by aliens just a week before turning homeward. An alien vanguard? Simple pirates? It hadn't mattered. The numbers had been too great, and an early shot had damaged the primary reactor and delayed the emergency subspace jump. The ensign had plotted a random outward vector and hoped for the best.

She stood, stretching her legs and stretching her arms over her head as she paced. The scans of the system had told her it was empty. Or at least seemingly uninhabited. The computer was still working, pulling in data from what sensors were operating. It gave her a moment.

Just off the bridge, in the adjoining corridor, she checked the wall-mounted dispenser. It still worked. A cup of hot chocolate was soon in her hands, and she strode back to the bridge. The chair had hit her with a combat injection that was now wearing off, and cocoa and sugar helped. Setting the cup in a holder, the ensign unzipped her flightsuit halfway, and tied the sleeves around her midsection and leaving her chest clad simply in a soaked white tank top. She could feel how sweaty she was but hesitated to try and find a shower, real or vibe. Taking a seat again, she wondered if climate control was off. Her nipples hardened against the damp shirt and she had goosebumps.

The computer was still processing. After taking a sip from the drink, she set it down and reached back to adjust her ponytail. Regulations usually called for buns, but the Captain had been lax. Helped with morale on the frontier, everyone said. The ensign reached back and played with her blonde hair, fixing the elastic tie.

Keep long hair, mom said. You don't need to buzz cut it, she said. Focused on her hair, the soft beep from the Traveler's computer made her jump. She sat up and read the screen. Objects detected in system. Some calculated 99.9% likelihood of being naturally occurring.

>>171119

Her heart fluttered. There could be something else out there… but she had to chance it. The primary reactor was down and the secondary still struggling to maintain life-support. She could attempt another subspace jump, but it might necessitate taking some of the cryopods offline. Though the weapons console was smashed, she had already rerouted its operations to her navigation console. That situation was equally dismal. Even if the secondary reaction could handle weapons output, several batteries had been destroyed. Plus the shield projectors had not come back up. All that was still up was the hull's neutron field that served to keep space debris off and acted as a countermeasure to speedier space trash. The only consoling things was that the corvette's interceptor grid was still operational, as each interceptor battery maintained its own charged subreactor and these hadn't been depleted in the ambush. They could be of use to handle any hostile incoming… But it wouldn't last long.

The ensign sat up, ran a hand through her golden hair, and focused. Once more she was reminded that the bridge felt a little cold, as her sizeable breast's nipples were poking quite visibly on her shirt. The fact she even paid as much attention to it as she did made her giggle a little in relief at such absurdity. What difference did her breasts make in a time like this?

Looking into the viewscreen, she was visible from the waist up. This is Ensign Madeline Teyssier, navigation officer of the Confederated Systems corvette Traveler, to any ships in the area. We have been attacked and suffered damage to our vessel. We request assistance. We will repeat this broadcast on all available channels.

Ensign Teyssier made sure to broadcast the mayday in both human languages and Interlac, the artificial language created as a common tongue for interspecies communication. The idea of being rescued by aliens disgusted her, like it would any ConSys fleet officer, but what choice did she have?

Madeline set the message to repeat, and leaned back in her seat. With hope it would be another human vessel that would find her. Images of aliens danced in her mind, with their tentacles, hulking forms, slimy tongues… and she discarded them. No incorrect thoughts, she reminded herself.

Now all that was left was to wait.

I play Stellaris and thought a space adventure could be fun

Now she isn't actually Samus Aran, but visually that's the closest I could find

>>171554

Half-asleep and engrossed in Chopin's Nocturne in C Sharp Minor, it took the ensign a moment to register the ship's computer had chimed. Hearing the bell a second time she jerked up in her seat, alert and ready. Her eyes scanned the screen, and she reached out to activate the signal audio. The cool air on the bridge caused her to shiver. Zipping up her uniform once more, she leaned in and listened. Already the computer had analyzed it, suggesting patterns and an origin.

An acoustic signal on repeat… Madeline spoke aloud, finding comfort in hearing her voice. But what are you for?

It struck her that it couldn't be a reply to her message. Had her own signal somehow triggered a beacon? Or had the random jump simply found this system by pure coincidence?

With few alternatives, the ensign decided not to hesitate. She thought on what the Captain would do, and the answer was simple: be decisive. With the aid of the computer she traced the signal and plotted a course for its origin. It was possible that there could be help. And even if not, any other ConSys ship that entered the system looking for them would surely encounter the signal too. Besides, standing orders were to investigate any such signals. It could be an SOS of sorts. Her mind raced with such thoughts as her fingers danced across the controls.

Traveler's sensors picked it up long before a visual was possible. A structure in space in position between a moon and gas giant, seemingly metallic and stable. Conducting a scan, the ship gave what information it could. In size it reminded her of Pioneer Terminal, the station that orbited the colony world of Saga where she'd spent her first off-world academy assignment. It was sizeable, and as the ship neared she studied it with awe. Mostly likely alien in origin, clearly. Could there be anything aboard that could help? If the ship's VI was online, or even its secondary system, she was sure they could produce a more efficient analysis of the data. Or even give advice.

She looked at Rook. Still bandaged and offline. You stay here, buddy. I'll get us out of this.

The ensign had the Traveler position itself off from the station and matching its orbit. Standing, she checked her ponytail once more and departed the bridge. First she went to her quarters, where she changed. Madeline stripped off her sweaty things until she was bare, then slipped on fresh panties and athletic bra. Next game a form-fitting blue bodysuit rated for foreign atmospheres. It would help regulate her body temperature and in the event of some emergency offered mild protection from a variety of threats. Leaving her quarters, she made her way to the medical section. At the door she hesitated, closed her eyes, and then opened it. Inside were her shipmates, in stasis and depending on her. The closest two pods contained the least injured: Lieutenant Commander Tomiko Tetsuhara, the Captain, and Lieutenant J.G. Leah Badr. Each was nude besides some bandaging. Madeline had given them as many regen packs as she was sure their bodies could take before putting them in. Now examining them, she began to wonder if they weren't well enough to be awoken. It could do to have help.

>>171704

Captain Tetsuhara's eyelids flickered, and Ensign Teyssier put a hand on the tube. Oh Captain… Tomiko… Looking on the Captain's lithe form made her heart flutter, and she turned away to Leah Badr. With dark hair and olive skin, Leah was a beauty that turned the head of every man on the ship. And she was brave. Madeline was tempted to wake her.

No, you should rest. I'll come back to you. She left the room and sealed the door. Her destination was the corvette's number two bay. In an antechamber she put on a space suit for the journey over. Every member of the crew was rated to be able to suit up quickly in the even of an emergency. Her hands knew what to do even as her mind wandered. Once prepared, she entered the bay. Four shuttles sat waiting. It was a simple thing to board one and set the computer for the task at hand. She sat still as the shuttle exited the Traveler's bay and made for the structure in space. From inside she could see the storms rocking the surface of the gas giant the station hung over. Madeline took a deep breath, for an instant seeing a reflection of her eyes in the helmet's visor, and watched as the structure seemed to grow larger and larger before her. She had set the computer to find what looked like an entry point.

Behind her, the Traveler seemed to shrink. Again she thought that perhaps waking the Captain and Leah would have been a good idea. At this point the shuttle softly began a connection with the structure and her focus returned to the task at hand. Her eyes flew open in surprise as the computer easily opened the entrance point the shuttle had docked with. Now all that was necessary was to open the shuttle door, and see what was within.

Swallowing hard, Ensign Madeline Teyssier remembered her duty and her training and took a deep breath. Her prominent chest rose, and she engaged the door to open. Inside the entry point it was dark, but not absolutely. The lights on her suit activated and she stepped inside. In her left hand was her service particle-beam pistol and her right wrist a mounted computer specialised in scanning and recording.

In her mind was a plan: find the source of beacon and see if she could reconfigure it to send a subspace signal.

You've got this, Maddie, she told herself as she took a step deeper into the station and shuttle door closed behind her.

>>171708

If first impressions had been everything she would have guessed the station was devoid of life. Yet it maintained a stable orbit and consistent artificial gravity. Had it been abandoned? If so, why? From her entry point there were no signs of any sort of struggle, and the outer hull had born no marks of weapons fire the computer could recognize. It all sent a shiver up Madeline's spine, and for a brief instant she wished the Captain and Leah were beside her. But she pushed away that doubt to focus on the now. Her wrist computer confirmed what her body felt: lighter than standard gravity. Curiosity began to grow, pushing aside nervousness.

Ensign Teyssier's helmet camera recorded as she strode down the corridor. Had the creatures that created this place been so large as to require such tall spaces? Or was she in no more than their equivalent of a section for moving cargo?

Interesting, she mused as she reached out and brushed a wall with her gloved fingertips. The thuds caused her to pause, and her computer informed her of the rapid change in atmosphere and temperature. Madeline froze, unsure what was happening, but as the environment quickly stabilised she calmed herself. The door in front of her had opened, and her computer made a low chiming sound. Madeline examined it.

It was incredible, and she had the computer repeat its scans. Breathable air? And this temperature… it's like being at home. How… ?

Speaking aloud to herself was becoming a habit and she almost tried to curb it, but it was comforting. What was happening was a scientific curiosity and highly unusual. The station's environment seemed to be altering itself to human standards. With a stable orbit and functioning gravity it wasn't surprising that perhaps other automated systems remained operational. Had the station scanned her shuttle when she docked? Or was she being scanned right now? The environment was so optimal that Madeline even found herself considering removing her helmet. She holstered her pistol and strode to the entrance before her.

Inside the chamber was impressively large. Madeline craned her neck up to see the ceiling, letting her suit's camera collect all the visuals it could. This time she surprised herself by not jumping at the line that illuminated beneath her. The colours were somehow not alarming, and she watched it draw to the center of the chamber. With astonishment she watched the display of lights begin, hoping her camera was capturing it all. The complexity of the some of the shapes intrigued her, and she strode forward. This had to be some sort of alien virtual intelligence, perhaps whatever was operating the station. Following the pulses of light, Ensign Madeline Teyssier neared the pedestal and held her wrist computer up in front of her. It was already attempting a scan of the alien device and the light shapes. All of it reminded her of the holographic controls on the Traveler, but different in some fundamental way she could not quite describe.

Just what are you? The question came out before she really thought about it. She set her computer to try and determine the meanings of the patterns, and if this chamber and pedestal was the origin of the technology emitting the beacon.

Her own computer's holographic display showed it still processing. Madeline brought up the environmental data again and studied it for a moment. The station had gone through the effort to acclimate itself to support human life. Sensors showed no foreign lifeforms of any kind, even down to single-cells. As her computer processed the pedestal's data, the ensign decided to make a bold move. Closing her eyes, she undid the seals on her helmet. Gingerly, the ensign lifted it off her head. For a moment that seemed an eternity, she held her breath and kept her eyes shut. Carefully taking a sniff, then a shallow breath, then a deeper one, Madeline opened her eyes and smiled. The air was warm and humid. Keeping the helmet tucked under her left arm, she freed her blonde ponytail and felt a surge in confidence. The first person to breath the alien station's atmosphere! Her wristcomp continued to give good information on the environment. Aside from the changes in composition and the warming, it was sterile.

The ensign held her wristcomp up to the pedestal, checking on the status of the analysis. The station was awake to some degree and trying to communicate. On another spur of the moment she decided to see how much it knew. She didn't expect it to respond in English or Interlac, but as her own computer processed she spoke aloud: Alright alien computer, time to tell me how long you've been here, what that beacon is about, and how you can help me.

Her computer's holographic display repeated some of the shapes and rings the alien computer had made, and Madeline watched for a reaction. Pretty please, she murmured, and licked her full lips out of habit, with sugar on top.

>>171764

The reactions of the alien computer - because she wasn't sure what else to think of it as - nearly took Madeline's breath away. The holographics maps and glyphs, the simulations, the time involved, it all caught her attention and held it. And then the images of the the aliens that must have inhabited the station, from the serpentine to the strange tentacled entity, all appearing and moving around her in a way both very real and startling ethereal. The harsh red one alarmed her for a moment, but she quickly reminded herself that even if the colour codes were intentional they had no relation to human interpretations. She bit her lower lip as she studied the forms. Of course she'd encountered aliens, everyone in fleet patrols did. But this was the equivalent of a first contact of sorts. Her report on this place and the creatures it once held would be a huge boon to the ConSys xeno studies division.

Soon the terminal continued, and the ensign saw what she was looking for. The possible source of the transmission revealed to her! She couldn't help but smile and giggle with excitement, perhaps quite unprofessionally for a fleet officer. The alien computer showed the location, then a path. It even lit up on the floor beneath her. So simple a thing, like emergency lights in a ship with its power damaged, but it made her feel giddy and grateful.

Oh sugar, thank you! Madeline said to the terminal, even if it couldn't understand her. Her wristcomp indicated it had the location too. There was nothing to but press on. The ensign turned about, looked at her wristcomp and the illuminating indicator into the next corridor, and continued her trek.

With her helmet still in one arm, she took careful breaths of the warm, humid air. Having been in a climate controlled environment for so long it started to make her sweat a little. But in a way it still very nice to experience something more natural in feeling. She reminded herself she could don the helmet later if she had to cool down; her spacesuit had a well-functioning climate control system of its own.

Personal log, Ensign Teyssier T14623343 reporting. I have boarded the alien station and made contact with an automated holographic computer terminal. My suit's camera has recorded most of the images it presented. The terminal indicated a path to the station's beacon. I am en route to the beacon with the goal of investigating the possibility of reconfiguration. Out. Madeline thought of adding other things, but better to keep it brief.

In her mind's eye she saw herself boosting the beacon, hailing a rescue ship and winning the respect of her shipmates. A smile of approval from the Captain, a hug from Leah, even a respectful nod from Rook. The ensign grinned at the idea and continued on. The station's orange illumination continued to guide her path and she took strides as long as she could to eat the distance up.

I liked the music you posted, by the way. Great atmosphere! You can drop a note if you'd like.

>>171785

Ensign Teyssier tried to keep her mind focused on the mission as she explored deeper into the station. Her suit's camera and wristcomp continued to take in visual, audio, and sensor data. The chambers she had passed had at first been interesting, but more and more she grew nervous. She considered pulling her pistol out, but the wristcomp reminded her there was no life on the station. All she encountered were echoes and her own unease. It was clear more of the structure was intact and operational. So where had the aliens living here gone?

More and more she took note of the strange symbols she saw. If only she had a xenoarcheologist and a synthetic to study them. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that once they were rescued there would be time enough to look the entire structure over. However, the more she witnessed the more her concern grew. One room seemed to be a laboratory of some type, with lights blinking, some instrument knocked aside, and carved symbols on a wall. The hair on her neck stood up at that sight.

Lucky star, lucky star, she whispered, switching her helmet to her right hand and caressing the holster of her PBP idly.

When the wristcomp indicated she was approaching the beacon, she studied it and the passage she was in. Glyphs and pictograms were on the door and walls in front of her, their meanings utterly alien to her. The differences in the sets increased her wariness. Licking her lips, she studies the hologram now appearing before her. It played its message, and her heart sank.

This can't be it, Madeline whispered to herself. The map matched what the terminal had shown her, though. The source of the beacon had to be in there. But what did the alien hologram mean? Why would a communications center be in a section that could be dropped into the gas giant?

The glyphs replaying in front of her seemed to mock her. She thought of the Captain, Leah, and all the others on her ship, in need of her help. Madeline looked behind her, wondering if she should head back to reexamine the terminal. Shaking her head, she realized she'd come this far. The station hadn't been missing any sections when the computer scanned it, had it?

Let's see what happens… Ensign Madeline reached out attempted to interact with the panel. Whatever was on the inside had to be what she was looking for - regardless of the risk.

>>171799

In the instant her wristcomp detected airborne bacteria, Madeline donned her helmet and sealed it. Her advanced suit flushed the air and cycled in fresh air from her reserve. The discovery, as well as the door closing behind her, was disconcerting. Everything in the room screamed trouble, but she found herself advancing regardless. She reminded herself that the station had to devoid of anything alive. The bacteria had to be remnants of whatever had been slowly decaying in here for what must have been an immense amount of time. The organic-looking material, the leather flowers, they all looked dead. It looked like whatever had been here once was long gone.

Swallowing, she approached the panel carefully. Her scanner continued to process the room even as she visually scanned it. By now her left hand was wrapped around the grip of her PBP. Her wristcomp chimed and she looked at it.

Remain distant. Approach only if aiding in disposal… Of what? Ensign Madeline Teyssier glanced about. There was nothing dead but some sort of dead alien flora. Images of the section detaching from the station and plummeting into the gas giant flashed through her mind. That was what disposal had to be.

She shook her head at the idea. Not so fast, sugar. Maybe when we're done with this.

Madeline looked at the controls as she approached them, and began to work with her wristcomp. It had partially translated the alien message, she had to see if it could interface with these controls to manipulate the beacon.

>>171811

Madeline worked as quickly as her hands and wristcomp could go. As time-consuming as her task was, she was heartened by the fact it was happening at all. The wristcomp processed and decoded, and she developed and coded the signal to send. All the while her imagination went into overdrive. The ensign told herself to ignore it, to keep working. Finally, longer than she would have liked but sooner than she'd feared, it was ready. She activated the signal to send and smiled… then heard a splash.

Despite herself, she called out: Hello?

No reply, not that she expected one. It could have been anything, she thought to herself. Those dead blobs of leather hanging from the ceiling could have fallen. When she opened the door the change in atmosphere inside could have weakened their hold, which could have been tenuous to begin with. Madeline nodded, satisfied with the logic, and began to backtrack towards the door.

Lucky star, lucky star… The ensign muttered as she took each step gingerly. When her wristcomp chimed she saw it detecting movement but unable to pinpoint it. Her heartbeat increased and her pace quickened.

Like a sixth sense she was certain something was near her. She eyed one of the pools near her. Whether small as a mouse or large as a gorgon she couldn't tell, and now she didn't want to find out. In an instant Madeline Teyssier decided she was done with this and turn to make a break for the door that was so close to her. Turning swiftly, she slipped on the wet organic material that passed for the floor and collapsed to the ground. Briefly stunned, her wristcomp beeped loudly to alert her something was right upon her.

In shock and of a mind only to flee now, Madeline scrambled up on her hands and knees and began an undignified crawl towards the door.

>>171819

The ensign's scramble towards the door was cut terrifyingly short. A brief image of her shipmates flashed through her mind as she saw whatever was in the water leap out towards her.

Drek!!! She screamed as it slammed into her helmet, knocking her on her side. Madeline's breathing was erratic and she reached up trying to get a grip on it to pull it off. It was squeezing, and hard. The sight of tiny cracks growing put her in a fight or flight mode, and she kicked out with her legs to scramble backwards like an animal in a trap.

Dropping one hand, for an instant she thought to grab at her PBP but instead reached for the console on her suit's chest unit. Fumbling, she found paneled covered button and pressed it to charge. As a suit built for a hostile environment, it contained a single use burst something on the scale of an improved taser for latching xeno forms. The wristcomp reacted to the charge activation, powered up and prepared to fire.

Madeline closed her eyes and kept both her hands up defensively as the suit fired the charge, wondering what effect it might have.

Spooky~!

>>171841

Her attempts at clawing the abyssal serpent from her helmet were futile: Her hands either unable to find purchase on its slick form or incapable of matching its strength to pry it off. The cracks in her helmet widened further, spiderwebbing as the dull whine of her suit's shock defenses signaled its immediate release. Then, just as her helmet's integrity was compromised, the shock pulse fired, coursing through whatever nervous system it had, if any, causing another firm contraction of muscles, crumbling what was left of the glass between it and her face, bringing a tapered, smooth end the foul thing against her cheek. It was warm, and seemed to lightly cling to her skin. Certainly, however, the defense system seemed to at least stun it, it's grip loosened enough for her to pry it free of herself, if she wished.

Now, however, the staid, moist air and ancient reek of biomatter poured into her nostrils, like a mixture of a rotting jungle and marine decay. The shock had also disturbed more of the leathery plant life, causing several vine-like structures to tear from their holdings on the walls and ceilings and dip into the blackened water around the ensign's ankles. It also allowed for a clearer view of the ceiling: What were once apparently flowers now clearly the wrapping of what were once a kind of egg, the drippings of the one that had just hatched sparkled in the light of her suit. Still others remained above her, throbbing with life ever-so-imperceptibly.

>>171850

The ensign squealed as something landed in her hair, then even more loudly when something slid in her bodysuit. However warm it was, Madeline was too fearful to do anything but wiggle and shake.

Drek, drek, drek! She swore, half-surprised it wasn't biting and half-terrified by the forms she now saw rushing her.

However frightening this was, a door had opened. And there was a bright hologram on the other side, as inviting a symbol as any she could recall. Madeline bit her lower lip as she felt whatever it was sliding over her smooth skin, involuntarily triggering both ticklish reactions and other sensations she did not want to be thinking of at the moment.

Lucky star, the ensign muttered, done with these things. She could ditch the suit when she was out, but she was getting out. Leveling her PBP, she set it for wide-dispersal and charged forward as she fired. If her suit's taser pulse had stunned one, she'd have to hope this could stun however many were coming at her.

Madeline meant to scream something fierce, but the warm slithering on her bare skin turned it more into a high squeal as she came forward. Her PBP fired in wide bursts, blanketing the area as she darted for the door. Whether the beams were working or whether the creatures reacted to her squeal, somehow she reached the door rolled through it.

Unsure it would even close behind her, she immediately began to ditch her outer hostile environment suit. With experienced hands she was out of it as quickly as she got into it, and beneath she could see a form bulging in her bodysuit. Get out, get out, get out! Madeline squeaked at it, indignant at its exploration.

>>171855

The sensation of the warm creature on her thigh involuntarily aroused Madeline more, and she could feel herself getting wet. It was horrifying in such a situation, but before she could slide the suit off she felt it slide up between her legs and begin to probe and then tease her lubricated pussy. Her body reacted despite her, and she moaned instinctively as it entered her. Without trying, she thought of her ex while trying to grab at her bodysuit for the alien. Quickly it wriggled in deeper, and she could feel it bottoming out inside her and then sliding in even deeper. Madeline doubled over, wracked with a wave of pleasure and pain. It was so far inside she couldn't even reach at it.

No… no, no, no! She gasped, but her focus shifted to the station's actions. The glyph that hung before her was at first welcoming, but the colour shift made her heart sink. Matched with the alarm, she rapidly realized what was happening. In crisis mode she detached an emergency breather from her suit's backpack and fastened it over her face.

It had taken three hours to get here… the breather might just get her back to the shuttle. Narrowing her eyes, she scooped up her PBP and began a swift jog back the way she'd come.

The ensign considered as she moved that whatever had been nesting around the beacon was what must have forced an evacuation of the station. Why the nest was even allowed to remain eluded her. Why didn't the station's alien VI simply drop it if it was considered dangerous?

Her right hand rested on stomach below where her belly button would be. Please get out of me, please. You can leave the way you came, I'll call it even.

Madeline realized her pleading was irrational nonsense. But she had nothing else to say, and she needed to hear something. Back on the shuttle she could do something. Here she had no hope with a creature inside her. Momentarily the ensign eyed her PBP and consider an alternative, but pushed it aside. Unzipping the front of her bodysuit down to her belly button, she slid her gloved free hand inside along her skin, over her trimmed dark blonde bush, and between her legs. Why this seemed like a good idea, she couldn't say, but she slide two fingers along her pussy's lips and felt how wet she was. Sliding them in just a little, she slowly wiggled them about and whispered, Come on little thing, slide out, slide out for me. Please…

>>171856

Her brisk excursion along her prior route revealed several new passages through the station, notably those that the VI had guided her around previously, and she now had free passage through back to her ship. This could cut down her travel time considerably, though at each turn, the station's intelligence threw up more holograms as though to impede her, however helpless it was to physically do so.

The Ensign's ministrations seemed to make the creature writhe within the cradle between her hips, as if detecting her excitement and encouraging the stimulation for a few moments, before a sudden stinging deep within her. Not quite painful, perhaps due to the adrenaline rushing through her, but almost certainly it had broken something inside of her, and was now merely dulling the pain, like a leech attaching itself to a new host. Before long, the barest tip of it slid out, gently touching the tips of her fingers and the ensign could feel her touching it… and, somehow, with a deeply pleasurable sensation, herself, writhing around inside. Why could she feel it as if it were part of her? Had it somehow connected itself to her nervous system? Was this some kind of bizarre parasite or symbiote?

The air outside of her mask continued to thin, to the extent that she might likely have passed out if not for her emergency kit. A cascade of imagery surrounded her as she masturbated, as if the VI itself was somehow confused by her continued activity despite the near-absence of atmosphere. For a few minutes, this continued, until, finally, a very familiar yellow and black symbol, perhaps extracted from whatever brief communications it had with her wristcomp, appeared before her, before her a massive wave of nausea and disorientation flowed through her , and accompanied by the dreaded clicking of a geiger counter, followed by a rush of adrenaline and heat that seemed to be originating from… her womb?

>>171857

Lucky, lucky, lucky, The ensign told herself as she half-jogged, half-hopped down the corridors. At this point she was trying to ignore the holograms, convinced the station meant to trap her aboard. She holstered her weapon, using her free hand to push against bulkheads and her propel her forward. All the while she could feel it inside her.

It was moving, a feeling most uncomfortable to her. Especially knowing how unnatural the situation had become. The sting inside caused her to double over in shock. Her mind was racing. Were she in a suit or bridge seat, some emergency injection would be administered. Madeline regretted ditching the suit for in instant, and then felt something new happening. A length of it had slid into her vagina from deeper inside, with the tip sticking out between her lips. A wave of pleasure washed over her. Despite how wrong everything was, being filled was somehow exciting her body. The ensign felt like her own body was betraying her. The thickness of it registered in her as just right, not overwhelming. Madeline's mouth hung open still in shock from the sting and now this, and she felt herself drooling before she caught herself. The tip of the creature was brushing back against her fingers…

It was too little, too smooth, to pinch or grab. Her fingers brushed back against it, and she felt that tip perhaps unknowingly teasing her clitoris. Drek, just stop…

Madeline moaned, feeling her face flush, and kept hopping forward. When the hazard symbol flashed up with ominous clicks she remembered from training, she stopped. What was happening to her? Had she been poisoned? The wristcomp hadn't detected a radiation leak of any kind. As disorientation struck, she realized she couldn't read it properly.

Deep insider her a warmth grew. The creature must be killing her. Her fingers slid away from between her legs as she stumbled along, nearing the shuttle. Madeline clutched at her PBP in her left hand, pointing it at her own belly.

Not like this, she begged an uncaring universe. Her brain was foggy from the disorientation, the horror inside her, and what might be happening, causing memories to fire off: her first day on the Traveler, her first time with a boy, the shameful fantasies she'd had about encountering aliens while off-duty, seeing Saga again. They all flew by, and she found herself wondering if she was going to die.

She reached up to activate the door to the shuttle and hesitated. What good would everything be if she brought this back to the ship? Not like this… Madeline whispered once more, pressing her free hand to her belly as though to will the creature to leave.

Wow, what a story so far! Not where I thought it might go so far, but a dark sci-fi tale. I look forward to your reply, I'll be back in a few hours.

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The ensign shook and stirred, her sense of memory and reality overwhelmed. In her mind it was like a nightmare combined with a xenobiology documentary. The visions were incredibly vivid, real even. It was as though she had lived the memories, not just watched them. Everything about it troubled her.

Caught between consciousness and the dream, Madeline's mind raced. The part of her still grounded in reality tried to take an objective step back to analyze what was happening. Of course she hadn't been to those worlds and seen those things. That wasn't her. And yet now it was like a piece of her had… The creature! Alien memories from stretching who knew how long back until when she entered the room. Something had found her - it, she reminded herself - and experimented. Moved it across systems, used it as a weapon or a tool, then tried to exterminate it. It had found safety in a piece of that station. She continued to come to, and each realization shook her. Some sort of common memory. Was it communicating, or simply taking over her body?

Madeline moved her hand, felt it lift, squeezed it together. She felt sick. Even as the shuttle's alarm sounded she interfaced with her wristcomp to remotely access its system, commanding it to detach. Then, crawling slowly, she pulled herself into the shuttle's medical pod. It hummed to life, diagnosing her with a dose of radiation, and spun up to begin a treatment. The pod's continued to scan her, providing an injection to stabilise her physiologically and mentally. Then it buzzed, displaying a biological threat indicator on the screen above her face. It suggested an emergency operation.

The ensigns hand reached out to comply with the command… and paused. The fear she had felt in the dream stuck with her. She could feel it inside her. Was it simply afraid? Every inch of her body screamed for a purge, but she held off. The shuttle vibrated momentarily, indicating it had clear the station. Madeline exhaled.

Lu-lucky, lucky s-star… She gasped. The pod provided her with a tube, and she greedily sucked water from it. Then she lay there for a few minutes, her mind catching up.

Rolling out of the pod, Madeline shakily stood and made her way to the front of the shuttle. The station was descending slowly into the gas giant. A shiver went down her spine. Off a distance was the Traveler. Her heart sank. Even in its most diminished mode, the corvette's scanners would never allow her back on board without an override from the ranking officer on board. It could detect the most minute nanite on or in a person. The ensign felt herself trembling. Her PBP was on the floor. She eyed it, then looked back through the shuttle's window at the gas giant. There had to be an alternative. Glancing about, she looked through the shuttle at its rest station, medical pod, weapons locker, and her eyes stopped at the cargo section. There was cases, including those designed for biological samples.

Madeline took a deep breath as she stood up straight and peeled off her bodysuit and everything until she was down to just her standard issue white panties. A part of her was amazed the creature hadn't torn them when entering her. She took a seat on a case, slid the panties off, and spread her legs. It felt insane. Closing her eyes, she slid her hands down her body. Starting at her formidable breasts, then along her stomach, and then between her legs. She was still a little wet, but not so much as she had been. Using her left index and middle fingers, she spread her pussy's lips, and slid her right middle finger in. She was feeling for the creature, if it was still there. It might have withdrawn, as she hadn't felt its thickness since she came to.

Very slowly, as though she was simply taking a moment to pleasure herself, she explored. And in her mind, she began to think. If it had intentionally shared memories, maybe it could understand her own? Madeline began to think of everything she'd worrying over: the medical pod's recommendation, Traveler's scanners, survival, everything.

She began to mouth her concerns: If you can understand me, I know you're scared too. We don't have to kill each other. If you come out, I can bring you aboard as a sample, we can take you somewhere. Maybe home?

Her brained tried to recall the memories. Did it still have a home?

Otherwise we're trapped. Somehow she felt braver than she had before. She thought of the conical alien in the holograms and in the dream, and thought of it hard. Is that your enemy? Is it still on the station? I never saw it, is it dead?

The ensign felt like she was mad. Was she talking to a parasite? The medical pod could kill her trying to purge it. Death seemed to face her in every direction.

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Madeline trembled each time the creature's tip touched her fingers. It was unnerving, to say the least. However, she willed herself to sit still as the alien began to emerge slowly. First around her fingers, then hand, and then around her arm. Her body felt as though as piece of her had come out, like an organ. The realization that the entity had truly been connected to her, had tapped into her nervous system and consciousness, was rattling.

Hey there, the ensign muttered. It felt stupid to say. She watched it curled on her arm, feeling it could choose to exert its strength and snap the limb any moment. But it didn't.

With surprise bordering on appreciation, the creature allowed her to place it within a containment jar. Madeline watched it curl up. She had no way of truly evaluating its intelligence at the moment, but it clearly possessed a degree of sapience. No matter how alien it was, she couldn't bring herself to condemn it.

Just, just wait there. We'll figure this out. It was less strange now to communicate with it. The alien at least seemed to react to her tone if not her words.

Securing the jar, the ensign slipped her panties back on and paused to take a breath. Then she reentered the medical pod. This time she allowed it to perform a complete diagnostic and treatment, which was sent back to the Traveler. After emerging she drank some more water, pulled her bodysuit on, and holstered her PBP. Madeline hefted the jar up and placed it in the cockpit seat beside her own. Out the window she could see the station still slowly descending. It seemed such a waste, even if the place had been terrifying.

She turned to the creature. But that wasn't your home, was it? And maybe that cone alien is going down with it.

The shuttle boosted towards the corvette silently. As she'd known it would, the Traveler automatically scanned the shuttle and detected the creature. Reading Madeline as human, it accepted her override to board. Still, it was a tense moment while the ship's computer analyzed and processed her and her cargo. When she landed and secured the shuttle, Madeline took a deep breath and hefted the jar. Exiting, she was surprised to see three figures approaching her.

Ensign Teyssier, Lieutenant Commander Tetsuhara said evenly, but with a hint of a smile. It seems we've missed quite a bit.

Beside the Captain, Lieutenant JG Leah Badr smiled with gratitude as well, but her eyes fell to the jar that Madeline was carrying, and widened at what was inside.

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The ensign froze. How long had she been on the station? She swallowed hard, her mind wrestling with conflicting feelings of joy, anxiety, and concern. Madeline quickly rendered a salute that the Captain returned.

Captain Tetsuhara, it's a relief to see you up! She blurted, but the Captain's expression was one of indulgence.

Thank you, Ensign Teyssier. Lieutenant Commander Tetsuhara appeared fine, with only a few bandages on her bare arms. She and Leah Badr were dressed in cryopod attire: sleeveless white tops and low-cut white shorts that were little more than underwear. According to Traveler's chronometer you've been off-ship for several hours. The secondary VI brought itself back online an hour after you left, and reactivated Rook. Leah and I were revived almost an hour ago. With the help of the VI, Rook has reestablished our subspace communications array. And when he did, we received an interesting message.

Madeline felt frozen in place. She looked down at the creature, noticing how it rested against the inside of the jar closest to her. It was drawn to her, she thought.

The Captain continued: A frigate detected a mayday, but not from our ship. Whatever you did on that alien construct, ensign, it got their attention. They're twelve hours out in subspace. They'll reach the node in this system then, and deploy a repair craft to bring out engines back online. Soon we'll be back at the fleet.

Leah, who had been silent all this time while watching the creature, heard the Captain and bobbed her head up and down. While she seemed confident in the Captain's words, the acting head of security seemed focused on Madeline's companion. Her fierce eyes tracked it like a drone on a target. Madeline held the jar a little closer.

Now, the Captain crossed her arms, I'll need a full report of what happened on that construct. And what exactly -she pointed at the creature- that is. Ensign, Madeline, why did you bring that thing on board?

The ensign felt nervous. It helped me. Got me to the shuttle when the station lost control and began to enter the gas giant. I couldn't leave it.

The words felt inaccurate, full of gaps. The Captain watched her speak. Leah raised an eyebrow, clearly doubting what she said.

We should eject it into space, Captain, Leah said flatly. Look at it. Remember the parasite infestation on Coldwater colony? Some kid brought a creature into the dome, and within a week half the colony was dead or infested. Better to play it safe. The exotic beauty sometimes seemed to have no heart. As jealous as Madeline sometimes was of Leah's looks, the Lieutenant often could be cold.

The Captain shook her head. I trust Madeline's judgement. She boarded that station to send a signal, to save Traveler. Ensign, get that thing to medlab and secure it, then get yourself scanned. Leah, please assist Rook in engineering. I'll be on the bridge.

Shocked at the Captain's support, Madeline rendered another quick salute and began to move with a purpose. Off to medlab. She looked down at the creature in the jar, wondering what it made of all of this. From the corner of her eyes she caught Leah watching her and the alien.

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The worm was utterly oblivious to the discussion about itself and the circumstances surrounding its arrival. It simply undulated against the glass nearest the ensign, occasionally prodding what it could feel as the warmest spot as it was jostled along.

Halfway down to the medical bay, the creature excreted a bizarre, branching series of veins against the side of the canister, blackish and flecked with grey, tube-like in structure and looking as slick as the eyeless creature itself. It didn't seem to do much aside from slightly obscure one's ability to view the serpentine creature. Was it distressed, or merely trying to create a better environment for itself? Once again, it was unable to communicate in any meaningful manner when disconnected from her.

Still, it remained firmly on the side closest to Ensign Teyssier, drawn to her body heat, and, perhaps, it still somehow recognized her as its former host.

Once in the medbay, the young ensign's scans would show no issues, aside from an almost needle-small incision that was healing in her womb. In fact, save for minor stress along her neural pathways, the ensign's physical condition experienced slight improvements to her respiratory, circulatory, and endocrine system. Aside that, it might note that the ensign was entering her ovulation cycle, and somewhat sooner than previous checkups indicated. Had the alien merely accelerated things while it was inside and stimulating her, or had it begun to change something within her fundamentally? Whatever the case, it's clear that continued physical interaction to the worm-like alien would alter Madeline significantly… for better or worse.