The Space Invader

PART 5: DOCKING

Things moved very quickly after that. The sweep had to be finished, of course -- and though it was tricky, Kelsie did manage to complete a sweep, report it, and apply her biometric print to the doors, albeit on the bridge-side of them. Black was a different story, but the newly pliable captain Rooms had, after squirting over half her glass chamber and metal floor, quickly given up a suggestion that none of them had known was a thing -- in-chamber biometric override. Requiring a captain's code, presumably to be used in the event that a not-yet deceased, demoted or quarantined captain had to hand quarantine control over the ship to a subordinate, during which time they would be given a code that would allow someone else to biometrically authenticate inside the chamber instead of outside it -- and they had lifted the next sweep's lockdown. The crew reported in to the bridge to find the captain's pants around her ankles and her cunt on full display, sharing her chamber with a similarly undressed Black.

No one could argue much after that -- after all, four of the six crew had already been taken by the creature, and were deeply swayed towards protecting it. Black and the captain, being the furthest away and least with it, gathered themselves up and made a show of looking presentable again in case anyone called or needed to be fired upon, while Kelsie quickly grabbed the ship's bookish science officer named Juliet Moranna and Amanda had snagged Wes Orson.

Though they struggled, with Black's help and the ire of the little laser weapon it quickly became a losing battle, and while Black held Wes back to watch, Amanda and Kelsie had forced the curly-haired, flat-as-a-board science officer to lay back across a console while the overtaken Rooms had undressed and spread herself to share her new friend with her remaining unconverted crew, planting one bare foot on the locked console screen and leaning over Juliet's crotch until her blissful companion could change hosts to her. Everyone was surprised however, when Juliet's pants fell against her wishes to reveal a limp penis in her pants. Thankfully, the creature didn't mind either primary human genitalia and was quickly wrapped up tight against the surprisingly well-hung woman's length and slithering around underneath her helmet, causing her to buck and jolt and pulse as her resistance was melted in a heartbeat and she gave in to the creature. Ejaculation quickly and explosively began, and Rooms found herself wiping a wad of the woman's cum from her eye.

Wes followed suit quickly enough, and once he had, the whole crew stood there, united once again but now under the opposite banner from the one they'd flown that morning. Rooms, Black, Juliet and Wes hadn't bothered to dress again, and everyone gazed in unmasked desire down at his engorged cock as it was worked at by the tiny, powerful alien. Blankly, he just sat there, erect and occasionally pulsing, feeling all it had to offer him.

'So. What do we do now?' Rooms said as she came down off her high, a freed but converted woman. She had all her sense back now that the entrancing creature had left her body, but she still felt an overwhelming, heart-pounding desire to protect and help it. Though she knew what the right thing to do was, she wasn't going to do anything that jeopardized, or potentially might kill it. She couldn't. Her pussy buzzed as she thought about keeping it safe and happy and healthy, and a not-unsubstantial part of her mind yearned to tell everyone that her body was the best way to do just that. After all, it reasoned with her -- she was the captain, she could order them to do anything. She blinked away from Wes's engorged dick and looked around the new crew, foggy and unfocussed, looking for input.

'Well?'

'We can't kill it.' Amanda said pleadingly. "No!" they all chorused in dismay, as if the word was enough to bring them pain.

'We can't let it be taken, either,' Kelsie said, fingering her pants again. 'I won't let anyone take it away.'

'We have to,' Black chipped in, his deep voice booming. 'It obviously survives by feeding off people somehow, maybe off their pleasure or something -- it needs more than just us to live. That's why it controls us, makes us share it -- so it can feed and grow.' A few of the group chirped their agreement. Kelsie and Rooms pouted -- neither of them liked the idea of losing the magical being for good to other people. Rooms had somewhat hoped her crew would ask

her

to carry it for them. Her pussy yearned after the thought.

'A vote, then.' Rooms said, unaware that she was fingering her clit as she spoke. She was still unzipped at the crotch. 'All in favour of keeping it here and hiding it with us, say aye.' Rooms, Kelsie and Amanda replied. Wes groaned in orgasmic agreement.

'All in favour of smuggling it onto the station or the planet, aye.' Black and Amanda replied. It appeared they saw sense in the creature's life being sustained longer with fresh prey -- if you could call it that. It was a noble idea, and a decent bet -- the docking station and the planet were human occupied.

'And, I know I don't have to ask this, but... All in favour of...

Killing

the creature, or quarantining it for reporting... And surrendering... Say aye.' No one spoke. Wes groaned again. No one took it as a vote.

'Then that decides it,' Rooms said. 'It stays on board and we don't speak a word of it to anyone. We keep it, we share it, we enjoy it, and we do our jobs exactly as we did before. Underst-' The radio burst to life, and the logo of the docking station's company appeared on the viewfinder. Scrambling, the crew rushed to redress themselves, hastily pulling pants back on left and right. Kelsie pushed Wes's pants back up and sat him in a seat, and he had enough wherewithal to put his hands on the controls and type something meaningless into the password field as the six humans found their stations and, checking them first, Rooms answered.

'Rooms.' Rooms said.

'Captain, report in.' A sturdy man with heavy eyebrows said through the comms system.

'All negative here so far sir,' Rooms said, casting a sideways glance at her comms-op Amanda, who winked at her and spread her legs off-screen to show the two fingers she was rubbing against her slit through the fabric. Rooms scowled in a "fuck-you, I-should-be-doing-that-instead-of-talking-on-this-call" sort of way and continued. 'We're conducting six-hourly sweeps for the next 72 hours, after which we will assume it was a faulty system on your end and we will proceed with unloading as planned, per standard quarantine breach regulations.' The man nodded his agreeance, frowning, thanked her, and closed off the system. 'See you in two and a half days, Captain.'

Sighing, rooms hunched over in her seat and wantingly touched herself. She glanced yearningly at Wes and seriously considered ordering him to hand over the magical being. In the end, she argued that she'd been rushed through her chance to carry it anyway and had practically sat on Wes's cock until the creature transferred back to her, and then proceeded to space out in pleasure for a few hours in her command chair. The crew variously dispersed -- Amanda and Kelsie might have had sex on the floor, Rooms was too far gone to know, the events going on around her like distant dreams from previous sleeps. Eventually, when Amanda took her night watch on the bridge, it slipped from her sopping, over-stimulated pussy and into Amanda's willing and ready one, before later seeking out Black and Juliet again, finally ending up inside Kelsie the next morning. Rooms couldn't remember sleeping more soundly since her cadet camp days, when there was less training than there was drugs and orgies in dorms that would make a blacklight wince back at home. Most of the crew slept soundly that night.

Two days of foggy, half-baked days passed the crew by, sharing the creature as often as they could. Time flew, and before they knew it, they were being cleared to dock, and the ship's enormous holds began to finally be unloaded. It was only many hours after the final enormous container had been left with the space station and the now empty ship was pulling away to prepare for deep-space flight that Rooms' regular request for the symbiotic being suddenly went unfulfilled.

'what

DO YOU MEAN

it's not with you?!' she bellowed at Amanda, who had come to dress only in panties and a bra the last day or so and who was hot all over with shame. In a sudden rage, Rooms reached out, grasped her panties, and tore them from her body. Amanda yelped, jerked, but remained stationary as Rooms gazed at her unoccupied lips, glistening with a light sheen. She turned her angry eyes on Kelsie, who shook her head and took an involuntary step back, but the evidence was there -- no one seemed to have it.

'There's only one explanation,' Black said, himself unable to resist the touchy subject -- or touching himself. He'd started wearing only loose, easily-accessible black shorts and a singlet, and it was painfully obvious anytime he was hard -- which was most of the time. 'It snuck out on the cargo, same way it came in. It's gone.'

The crew were crestfallen. Two weeks of deep space travel went by in trudging, depressed silence. They all stayed away from each other, meetings were terse and snippy, and a lot of desperate, unfulfilled masturbation went on. They all stopped dressing with 'easy access' in mind and several of them frequently slept in. By the time the last day of the second week was passing them by, they had more or less made it through the deep withdrawal sickness and were back to normal, albeit bitter and a little easy to bicker. It was clear something had gone on that had rubbed everyone the wrong -- or rather the right -- way, but their old companionship mostly returned, and operations went back to how they used to be.

All except Kelsie. Kelsie had been quieter, meeker, and much less punctual than she had been days before. She turned up late, her clothes were untidy, and she often fell asleep at her post. Two days after she'd been relieved of her duties and confined to necessary locations only due to her lackluster performance and failure to follow the rules she was usually the first one to preach, and she hadn't come out of her tiny locker-like room all day. Amanda wasn't sure if she'd even eaten.

The screams alerted Rooms first. By the time her and Amanda were standing beneath the access hatch for Kelsie's ceiling-located quarters, they were all there. They could hear her screaming through the unsealed floor, only now this close, the screams seemed to be throaty and deep -- unusual, not painful but not pleasurable, like they were somewhere between them both. Equipped with her laser and a tight-lipped concern, Rooms made the climb up the ladder on the wall and poked her head up into Kelsie's dark, musky sleep space.

What she saw made her drop her laser on the grated floor and baulk. Kelsie was splayed as wide as she could go up against the curving wall of her space, naked from head to toe, her hands and feet crammed against the corners of the box-room as she shook uncontrollably, convulsing and screaming a hoarse moaning sound over and over again.

But it wasn't the evidently life-threatening pleasure she was gripped by that had made Rooms freeze on the spot, or the smell of sex -- not even the sight of her crewmate's gleaming, sweaty, bare body viewed from below and three feet away. No, it was the tiny mass of little semi-transparent creatures milling blindly about on her sheets between her legs that made Rooms stop and gape. As she watched, Kelsie groaned deeply, seemed to tense up all over, and from her literally pouring cunt right before Rooms' eyes slipped another tiny, almost glowing little creature. Kelsie shook and convulsed, panting hard as it popped from her pussy and onto the pile, which had to be four or five now. As she stared at the vagina that was attached to her officer in amazement, Kelsie moan-screamed again, went taut, and with a groan, passed another with a thick slop of creamy-white fluid through her red lips.

Rooms came down the ladder and tore her shirt off without pause, quickly tossing her pants around her ankles and kicking free of them as she stepped back onto the ladder, getting halfway back up the ladder before the protestations of the crew finally paused her. They all stared with concern at their captain, who was leaning on the rim of Kelsie's sleeping box with her bare shoulder and seemed to be bundling her shirt up in one palm, almost like a fabric bowl. She looked down at them, meeting Amanda's wide eyes and seeing their concerned faces.

'She's having babies,' Rooms said simply.

'She was pregnant. She was fucking pregnant!

END