Abel Miller checks his console when the vacuum klaxon finally cuts off, but there's still no advisory that it's safe to leave his quarters. The scientist had immediately contacted his wife when the breach protocol activated. He knew she was safe only a few doors down in one of the emergency crash couches. Resisting the urge to contact her again in case she had been called to duty in medical, he checks the civilian scientist's informal bulletin system to see if anyone knew what was going on, but he just finds a mass of confusion and wild theories, each one more dire than the last.
"Dad, is it ok now?" His grown daughter, due to enter university a few weeks after the
Widdershins
is scheduled to return to port, pads in to the room in slippers and rumpled pajamas.
"Your Mom's fine, sweetie, but they haven't given the all-clear. The section's still under spin, so it can't be that bad. We have to stay here for now, why don't you try to go back to sleep?"
She nods and heads back to her bunk, yawning.
He watches the messages pile up on the bulletin board for a few more minutes, until he's interrupted by the door chime. The intercom comes on a moment later.
"
It's me, Abe. You have to open the door from your side until they cancel the alert.
"
He jumps up and palms the release, and his wife steps inside. Wrapping her in a hug, he tells the top of her head, "I thought you might have been called up."
She squeezes him. "They can't. The breach isn't in our section, if there is one, and nothing gets past the bulkheads until engineering, environmental, and the bridge all key in the all-clear."
"I'm glad you made it home, but it wasn't safe leaving the couch."
She nods against his chest.. "I know. The couch could tell me there was atmosphere, though, and if... if something happened, I wanted us all together. A few other people were moving around, I saw Anna. I told her if there's no one in her quarters to let her in, she should come here."
Anna is one of the students doing a microgravity residency in medical. He doesn't remember who her assigned roommate is, but she won't be able to get in without someone inside authorizing it. The thinking is, that if there is a breach, it's better for someone to die in a corridor than to suffocate everyone in the quarters they enter.
"That's fine, why don't you check with her and make sure-"
He's interrupted by the entry chime.
"Nevermind. I guess she couldn't get in."
Palming the door again, he does find Anna just outside, although it takes him a moment to process it. She's lying on her back, the centrifugal force of the residential section's rotation providing the 'gravity' to keep her there. Her pants lie in a wadded clump against the far wall, and she's making little mewling noises as she masturbates.
Despite all of this, the bulk of Abel's attention is taken up by the short blue... thing, standing in front of her staring into his quarters with curiosity. It looks at his face briefly before proceeding to ignore him. Raising one hand, it places the tips of its fingers against his chest. It begins gently pushing until he steps back and to one side, allowing the alien to study the room it is entering. Intellectually, he knows he should be resisting, but that feels... wrongheaded.
He watches as it paces the few feet to where his wife is standing. Her attention is riveted on it, and when it reaches up and begins to pull steadily on a lock of her shoulder-length hair, she obligingly sinks to her knees. It touches the semi-hard length of its shaft, still wet with Anna and others before her.
It touches itself again, and touches his wife's lips. He watches, passively, as the woman who'd borne his child takes the alien in her mouth and begins to encourage it back to hardness with great enthusiasm. The only sounds in the room are the gentle beeps of his console as new messages appear on the bulletin board and the wet smacking of his wife's lips and tongue around the rapidly thickening penis of the intruder.
Once fully erect, the alien presses gently on her forehead, and she falls backwards easily, kicking off her pants and spreading her legs as it kneels between them. Abel listens to his wife moan as the blue creature sinks into her, and before long the rhythmic sounds of its hips slapping against her drown out his console.
Soon, it finishes, taking a moment to extract itself from the nearly insensate woman. She's reluctant to let her new lover go, but at its gentle urging she unwraps her legs and drops her clutching hands from its back. The alien stands up, ignoring her now that she's seeded, and glances around the room. It seems to sniff the air, and then looks at Abel and makes an interrogatory noise.
Abel walks across the room, the alien trailing him, and palms the door to his daughter's bunk. He can see her sleeping on her belly, covered by the the blanket her mother made for her when she was younger. The alien slips past him, and he watches as it pulls the blanket from her sleepy, confused form.
"D... dad?"
"Relax, sweetie."
Pressing one hand on her back for a moment, the alien helps convince her to remain lying down. She can't see it from her position, so she looks at her father instead. He watches as the intelligence in her eyes is dimmed by animal lust. The alien fumbles at her pajama bottoms for a moment, clothing being a concept it has only recently come to grips with. Finally it draws then down, exposing her smooth, firm buttocks, her hips already starting to make small pumping motions as the pheromone claims her.
It carefully crawls on top of her, its penis flopping to rest on the crack of her ass, leaving a moist trail of her mother's juices. Lying flat on top of her and slipping its arms around her chest in an intimate hug, it rests its cheek between her shoulder blades and begins to work its hips, rubbing against her as it brings itself to hardness once more. Finally, it draws back from her and lines its penis up with her inflamed vagina.
As it sinks its length into her, Abel idly notes how similar the noises of passion she makes are to those of her mother.
----
As the clangor of the breach alarms fades, Millie Carsens is already moving, leaving her quarters to try and get to engineering to help the Chief. Going over her mental map of the ship, she leaves the main corridor and pops a maintenance hatch, quickly descending two decks and popping out again near a bulkhead she knows will be monitored.
She stands in front of the massive door and waves at the camera mounted overhead.
"
Hi, Millie.
"
"Oh, good, Jeff, it's you. I need to get to engineering, can you shepherd me through the locks?"
"
I can't, Millie, you're in the hot zone.
"
"What are you talking about?"
"
I can't talk about it. Just... Millie, just find somewhere and hide. Don't open the door for anyone.
"
"You're scaring me, Jeff."
"
You really, really should be. Now go and lock yourself in somewhere, and don't open the door for anyone until the Captain says something over the ship comm.
"
Millie looks over her shoulder nervously. She looks back up at the camera and considers arguing one more time, but she's known Jeff since basic, and that sounds like real fear in his voice. Fear for
her
.
Nodding at the lens, she turns and moves back up the corridor at a hurried walk. She's almost back to the maintenance access when she sees one of her neighbors trotting towards the bulkhead she'd just left.
"It won't let you through, Toshi. Jeff's on watch, and he wouldn't let
me
through."
He slows to a stop beside her, casting a worried look back in the direction he'd come from.
"What's going on back there?" she asks.
He turns back to her, his brow furrowed. With inhuman quickness, his hands shoot up to her face and begin squeezing the pressure points at the hinge of her jaw. Her lips pop open before she has a chance to register what's happening. By the time she starts to pull away from him, a torrent of black tar is leaping from his mouth into hers.