True Desires

'Hey mom, I would love to hear more about your trip to India, but I need to do my spacewalk now. Call you back tomorrow at the same time?...Great, talk soon. Bye!'

Ali's mom always dreamt of travelling around the world and taking back control of her life. Last year, her mom finally retired from a "challenging but rewarding" corporate job and started a new chapter. Everytime Ali sees the sparks in her mom's eyes while talking about her trips, Ali knows that they're both born explorers. Her mom explores the world, and she explores space.

Ali closes Zoom and checks today's schedule, the next mission is a spacewalk starting in 15 minutes. She grabs that loose hair tie from her tiny table, puts it in her mouth as her hands try to brush that messy hair and make it a bun. Some hair is too short to be tied up, so she just let it be. 'Who cares.' she thinks. She reaches the spacesuits locker, opens the door, and drags out her sturdy spacesuit. Oxygen tank, checked. Gloves and boots, checked. Helmet, checked. Tethers, checked. Ali is ready to go.

'Ali, this is station. Your objective is to do a regular maintenance check on the electrical system. You will be in the dark for about 20 minutes until the next sunrise. Good luck.'

'Got it.'

As Ali opens the hatch, she instantly floats in the air. The endless darkness swallows all the light and noises, inviting us to delve into the realm of possibilities. She moves slowly toward the electrical system and makes sure she grabs the tethers tight. She can stand loninest, but she can't stand to drift away from the spaceship and never see her mother again.

This is not her first time doing a regular maintenance check, not to mention she practised it more than a hundred times at the station. She did it so many times that there's now a step-to-step instruction in her brain, she just needs to make sure all the parts are operating as usual and report back. Easy-peasy.

'There's no visible damage on the wires and panels, everything's running as usual.' she thinks.

It has only been 10 minutes and she has already completed all the major checks. Ali moves onto the next check and decides to slow down a bit. Just as her hands reach the tether, she notices there is something between the toe cracks of her right feet. She spreads and scrunches her toes trying to figure out what is it 'Have I sweat that much?' she thinks. It's something similar in size to a slug, quite slimy, icey, and spiky. 'What's that?' She wants to tap her feet and step on it, yet, there's not enough room in her shoes to do that. That creature slowly goes under and over her toes one by one. Imagine a slug with tiny needles treating your feet like a playground, sucking your pores millimetre by millimetre, licking all the dead skin between each toes, then filling up your pores with their mucus, leaving red marks on your soft skin with their needles. Ali is feeling a mixture of pain and wetness. Every time the invader moves onto another toe, she uncontrollably curls her toes and squeezes her abs. She's surprised by how sensitive her toes are. The girl she hooked up with last week wanted to suck her toes so badly, claiming that she'll have the most intense orgasm if she give it a go. It was Ali's first time hearing about toes sucking, and even though she was curious, it felt too intimate to let a stranger sucking her's.

'What's going on? Did something jump into the spaceship from earth? But there's no way it can survive...' Despite Ali trying so hard to relate what she observed to the handbook, there isn't a single piece of information teaching astronauts how to deal with a creature crawling between their toes. Shake it off? Nope, didn't work. What's worse, that thing seems to grow a lot bigger to the size of a power bank. It sucks so hard onto the lower part of her calf, pulling her leg hair and releasing more ice-cold liquid. She's overwhelmed by so many sensations and emotions, the pain, the moist, the feeling of losing control of her body, the anxiety of not knowing what will happen next, the slight relief of knowing that no one knows what is going on...Her mind gets heavier and heavier as that creature approaching her inner thigh.

'Ali, this is station. The sun will rise in 10 minutes, please report the progress of the checks.'

The commander's voice from the headphone is the hand that pulls her out from the quicksand. It reminds Ali of how hard she fought with other male trainees to be in this spaceship, and how happy she was when her hard work was finally being recognised. No one expects her to fail a regular maintenance check, it's impossible. She's not going to let whatever is happening to her body take control and make the team question her ability. 'Breath Ali, breath. Fucking breath and wake up!' she thinks.

'Ali, this is station. Are you here?'

As she concentrates on her breaths, her mind becomes clearer and lighter. That weird and ticklish sensation running through her nerves has slowly left her body, like tidal waves answering the moon's calling. She can finally see clearly, feel her tongue's movement as she swallows saliva, move her fingers flexibly, and go back to her conscious mind.

'Station, this is Ali. I have completed the checks on main engines, no damages found. I am now checking the minor engines, all the checks would be completed in 10 minutes.'

'Well done. Keep us updated and talk later.'

'Talk later.'

While grabbing the tethers and moving toward the next electric part, she mentally scans her body trying to make sense of what just happened. She takes a deep breath and starts scanning her body part by part. 'My mind is conscious, my neck is fine, arms and fingers are moving as well as usual, no significant pain or unwell on the upper body.' She pauses for a few seconds before scanning the lower body 'Hips, fine. Outer and inner thighs, not even a slight pain, they're dry...same as my calves and toes...' The fact that everything is dry and the same as usual makes her wonder if something actually happened, or did her brain make things up because of stress. She lists so many possibilities yet she doesn't know where to start. She chooses to focus on the mission for now, and will deal with it later when she's back into the spaceship. Maybe all she needs is some rest.

'Sensor A, check. Sensor B and C, check.' As Ali concentrates on testing the sensors, she doesn't notice it gets harder and harder for her to breathe, all she cares about are the electric parts in front of her. 'All sensors checked. Now to the last part.' She checks the time, it's 8 minutes till sunrise. As she relaxes a bit, she finally realises she could only take short breaths and it's making her sick. 'I remember the oxygen tank was full before the spacewalk, and there is no way I can use all the oxygen in 10 minutes. Is it because...' She starts sweating as she tries to figure out the data. Sweat runs down her forehead to her chin and dampens her breasts, the inner shirt completely attached on her skin absorbing all the sweat. Her breaths are rapid and short, heartbeat racing so fast like there's a hundred horses racing inside her heart. This takes away all her strengths, arms trembling as she struggles to hold the tether tight. 'I need to call the team or I'll die here' she thinks. The moment she opens her mouth to speak to the microphone, she feels its present.

It lands on top of her head, it's so heavy that her head tilts toward the back. 'Ahhh! My scalp!' As it crawls down her back, it drags her hair bun and eventually breaks the hair tie. Her long hair completly covers her watery eyes and reddened nose. She uses all her remaining strength to shake her head trying to get it off her, but because of the microgravity environment in space, it is impossible to move as quickly as on earth. That thing isn't affected by her movement at all, it steadily moves towards her armpits, leaving a trait of mucus on her body.

As it grows thicker and longer by minute, its action also becomes bolder. Ali arches her body as she feels its slippery body sliding under her left armpit and near her breasts. 'Ha...Ha...' she pants as she shakes her arms to get away from it. Armpits are one of the most ticklish spots of her body. Every time girls used their fingers to gently brush her armpits or play with her armpit hair, she couldn't help but laugh and wiggle like a fish struggling to breathe on land. Some girls found it cute and tried pushing for more, such as kissing and licking them, but the idea of losing control over her body stopped her.

The sudden ache from her armpits brings her back to the present. She usually gets that kind of pain from taking vaccines, but this time, she gets jabs at various areas around her armpits and shoulder, and the needles come with different lengths and thickness. The pain never stops as its long body swims across her upper body, goes around her neck, braces her back, and off to other areas. The lack of oxygen is giving her sensory overload, she can feel those long and metal-cool needles poking every single inch of her skin, she can feel the pain becomes sharper and runs through all the nerves to her brain, she can feel the contrast between her warm body and the icy jelly-like liquid over her upper body.

'I'm going back to the spaceship, I can't take this anymore.' she thinks. She pulls the tether to drag herself towards the spaceship, whilst her body gives up to the parasite, taking in all the pain and turning it to fear and pleasure. That parasite slides into her bra, leaving part of its body hook on her neck, and wiggles a bit in her bra like it's trying to find a comfortable spot. The last minute her left breast was squeezed like a lemon to produce juice, now both breasts are pinched like a playdough. Seeing her breasts being treated like toys, she feels objectified, she's nothing but a human sample for a random alien to taste and play with. As a masculine presenting person, people always assume she prefers being dominant during sex. 'You can do whatever you want.' 'I was so turned on just by imagining how you'll scout at me later!' All this gives her pressure to meet their expectations, at the end she just accepts that persona and doesn't get a chance to explore other sides of her. Sometimes seeing her dates enjoying a hard-core sensory play session brings up her curiosity, makes her wonder how it feels to receive. Imagination is vivid, she just needs a chance to try it out. Tiny needles are digging into her erected nippples, filling new wounds with its slimy liquid. Her nipples are so sensitive that even a light pinch makes her moan. Her boxer is soaked by fluid, her thighs squeeze tight, long hair all over her face and in her mouth. All she sees is darkness with tiny stars shining bright unbothered by what's happening.

A strong pull on her leg is all it takes to turn her into an actual toy. As it marks its territory on every single inch of her upper body, it still seems unsatisfied and splits into two -- one stays on her shoulder and breast, another one focuses on her toes and leg. Her entire body is covered with mucus. Her ear canals are filled with mucus, her nostrils are filled with mucus, her belly button is filled with mucus, even those narrow spaces between toenails and her skin are filled with mucus. She feels completely possessed, like her body doesn't belong to her anymore, and somehow this is thrilling and makes her crave for more, she wants to know what it's like to lose control. Her body no longer listens to the owner, she can barely breath and holding onto the tether takes up all her energy. 'Fuck, so this is how it feels like.' She laughs. Those creatures keep on expanding their territories and growing bigger and bigger. She's forced to open her mouth and welcomes it with warm saliva, her gums and tongue are bleeding, her desire tastes like blood. This excites her and she opens up her body to receive. As she feels that thing crawling up her tights and reaching her butt cheeks, she relaxes her muscles and allows it to slide into the crack easily. 'Here you go' she says. Maybe because her body adapted to the pain, it takes longer for the pain to kick. That thing's so thick that it fills up the crack instantly. With it throbbing up and down, its spikes constantly brush her sensitive skin around the asshole and give her waves of stimulation. As she steps into this wonderland, nothing matters to her apart from pleasure, and she's going deeper and deeper.

Her index finger slowly releases from the tether, then her middle finger. She's immersed in the sound, the moist, the sensations. At this moment, she's not an astronaut, she's just someone craving for more.

'Ali, this is station. The sun is rising in a minute, have you finished all the checks yet?'

Her short breath and the sound of that thing sliding all over her skin are all she hears. Her legs are pulled so far apart that it stretches the inner thigh muscles, it's the same type of pain she has after having a leg day at gym. It's carefully tapping her glutes, like it's testing how bouncy it is. 'Ha...Hhmm...' she gasps.

"Ali? This is station, what's the progress?'

It seems to have fallen in love with its new toy, and invites another one in her mouth to join. Feeling excited with two of them massaging her glute, she can't wait for her glute to warm up, she wants everything now. She puts her left hand on the slug that is sucking her left glute, and right hand on the one on the right glute. She can feel their bodies expanding while drinking her sweat like champagne, the idea of being used drives her crazy. Her hands start guiding them on how to indulge her craving.

'Ali? Can you hear us?'

'Ali, where are you?'