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Zero Gravity, Plenty of Fucks
🕑 Added 2024-03-30 03:16:17 +0000 UTCPower going out is damn near always a bad thing.
Power going out when you're in a laboratory is almost always worse than that.
Power going out when you're in a laboratory on a space station orbiting an inhospitable planet?
You can just ask the scientist caught in said space station that had just lost power, and which had a lot of its non-critical systems fail as a result, just how bad it could get, especially when the artificial gravity, considered non-essential part of the Life Support suite, crapped out on her. And more importantly...
All the equipment in the lab went off to conserve the emergency power until the ship's AI-controlled robotic engineers could locate and solve the problem, and unfortunately, that also meant that what she was working on was no longer under strict control from the ship's systems and more importantly, it was no longer caught in the energy cage that prevented it from moving about and allowed the scientist to observe it safely protected.
Her name was Melody, a young xenobiologist, born in the United Kingdom, half Asian though not even her mother knew where in Asia her family was from, with long brown hair in a tightly tied bun and work clothes that broke up her figure.
The moment she saw the power systems go out and the creature start to slither out of containment, she uttered the immortal words that anyone who worked in her field memorized and could recite by heart.
"Ah poop, containment's breached, this might be a problem," she muttered to herself as the gelatinous creature began to expand, the writhing mass forming long tentacles. She pursed her lips as she floated about in a cloud of equipment. Without any sort of leverage, her feet weren't even touching the ground, she couldn't move. This wasn't like how some people saw zero-g floating, she wasn't swimming through the air, she was almost entirely unable to move and at the mercy of the creature, which obviously knew how to navigate Zero-G, its hydraulic systems allowing it to move by manipulating its internal pressure.
The tentacles spread and reached the pristine white steel of the walls and floor, and some even latched to the ceiling and the tables and desks lined with equipment magnetically attached to the steel or otherwise securely held in place.
A single tentacle tipped with an eye with a slit pupil stretched out and approached her, observing her up and down.
Dressed in an orange jumpsuit covered by a labcoat, she didn't particularly have a figure to look at, but underneath it, she was as much of a physically gifted woman as she was mentally gifted, anyone who had dreams of going to space and staying there for any period of time had to be at their physical and mental peak to achieve it, and she was one of the select few... The creature seemed to be observing her, calculating.
She didn't know how intelligent it was. It was somewhat similar to an Octopus from her home world, and it proved to be even more intelligent than that, to the point it was impossible to contain with anything short of the energy cage it'd been in... And it had also been known for murdering scientists attempting to study it when it got out. So Melody knew she might well be truly fucked in the situation she was in...
But she was nothing if not resourceful and willing to do what she could and what she had to. The creature's writhing limbs moved to and fro, as if testing its movement in the microgravity environment of the laboratory. The console AI had almost certainly sealed the exits of the laboratory the moment it detected the containment breach, no way out, no way for anyone to come in to help.
What others before her didn't have that Melody did have was a rather unexpected advantage, though it was a remarkably silly advantage all things considered.
As Melody observed the creature moving around and seemingly cutting off avenues of escape, her lips curled up at the corners and she closed her eyes, a sigh of resignation tinged with bitter amusement coursing through her. She had a dream. Since she was a young girl... when she first came across content she might've been too young for, something that had been seared into her mind.
And if she was going to die, well, she was going to at least try to fulfill her dream before she went.
Her hands reached to the labcoat, and she undid its buttons before tossing it off, slightly moving herself in the air as physics asserted themselves, and then she grabbed the zipper near her neck, and rapidly pulled it down, opening up her jumpsuit and revealing that she was wearing no bra underneath to support her chest, the melons nearly bursting out of the incredibly tight jumpsuit, causing her to sigh in pleasure.
Perhaps the only problem she had to become an astronaut? She had a pair of E-cups that were quite problematic at the best of times and which she refused to get a reduction for... and now that they were free, she sighed in contentment, though she kept pulling, until she went past her crotch, revealing that she wore no panties either, and she had her pubic mound shaved into a landing strip.
She floated in the microgravity, spreading her arms, as if inviting the creature.
"Come on," she called, "I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going," she said.
It was a gamble, really. A shot in the dark. The tentacle monstrosity seemed intelligent, perhaps near human level intelligence even, but communication was obviously problematic. The writhing limbs began to vibrate for a moment, and she thought that the constructed net around her was about to come and crush her into a tiny ball of flesh and bone...
But it didn't, instead the limbs began to move about, growing more, spreading around, coming in one at a time, tip first, rather than squeezing down on struggling prey... no, it was... curious. It was tentative. It came... softly.
The limbs reached her, and she felt their touch for the first time. It was as slimy as she expected. The purple and black limbs were covered in what felt like slimy grease that... was actually rather nice on the skin. It was like high quality body oil, and it was spreading a warmth around her as the limbs began to wrap around her body, diving into her suit and moving about within it, spreading it open even more. Dozens of tentacles wrapped around her, bulbous growths sliding along her skin, slathering her in its weird slimy oily greasy secretions, and then-
Then it moved quickly, suddenly and violently, suddenly ripping her jumpsuit off of her, destroying it and causing the shreds to go everywhere. The tentacles then rapidly began to wrap around her, one on each of her ankles, and one on each of her limbs, spreading her fully.
More tentacles approached her, though it was obvious where they were going. The first approached her face, and it was tipped with a weird bud-like tip, like a flower before it blossomed, and then it did indeed blossom, revealing a much lighter purple, smaller tip, that was dripping a sap-like substance, which began to grow out of the rest of the tentacle and then approached her mouth.
Knowing exactly what to do, Melody opened her mouth. For science, she told herself, she had to learn as much as possible, it was totally not because it'd been her dream since she first discovered hentai to get tentacle fucked, not at all, and she totally wasn't gushing down there from the moment the tentacle monster got loose.
Not wasting time, the creature's dick-tentacle made its way past her lips, forcing its way past and down her throat, until every part of the light purple shaft was in her mouth, and the flower-petal-like structure near its base was pressed against her face. The tentacle then began to visibly inflate and bulge near its source at the spot where the energy cage had been before, the bulge rapidly traveling down the length of the thigh-sized tentacle even as it became slightly thinner, the bulge growing and growing, accompanied by many other bulges behind it, and it finally reached Melody's mouth.
It actually had a hard time passing her lips and a sharp pain in her jaw made it feel like it might be dislocated, but it passed quickly and then she felt the liquid go past the tip of the creature's dick-tentacle and straight into her throat and stomach, going down with the raging potency of a river and starting to feel her stomach like she was drinking straight from a firehose. It was bitter at first but quickly it became not unlike liquid candy, sweet and delicious, and it just seemed to keep coming, the sticky substance coating her throat and mouth and everything all the way to her stomach, in preparation for the creature to grow inside her, the bit near her lips bulging massively, and then the length of the shaft beginning to decrease and then increase again, as if to simulate penetration.
The stimulation on Melody's throat was intense, and she realized that she had been made horrifically sensitive, it was like her throat had become a pussy all of a sudden, and she was getting such intense pleasure that her mind was going blank.
This was enough of a distraction that she couldn't even attempt to brace when she felt a similar tentacle to the one in her mouth approach from behind. Had she seen it, she would've noticed that its tip was unlike the almost normal-looking purple penis, instead, this one was shaped like a corkscrew, but with the tip ending in an opening that was dripping with fluid. The tentacle impaled her ass without care, ruthless and taking advantage of her defenseless, exposed anus to penetrate fully and deeply, twisting its way in all the way until the open flower petals at its base were almost lost between the fat cheeks of Melody's ass.
It began to twist and shake inside her, rotating almost like it was a drill, and spewing its fluids, filling her bowels from the other direction. It was at times as stiff as metal and others as soft and pliable as rubber, it was maddening, and with the invasion from both ends, she couldn't concentrate, much less think to brace herself for the stimulation.
Despite it being the very first time she was experiencing something so intense, something bigger than a bullet vibrator, up her asshole, she felt no pain, no, instead she felt the most intense pleasure of her entire life, even as the corkscrew-like penis tentacle in her ass stretched long and reached for spots it really shouldn't, before going back to its previous configuration, at the same time as the cock in her mouth inflated even more and rendered her incapable of moving her jaw anymore while continuing to jackhammer into her throat and pour more of the juice into her.
But all of that was preparation.
Her eyes almost bugged out of her skull when she saw the final tentacle, its tip as wide as its base, nearly the size of her thigh, the bud blossoming to show a ridiculous parody of a penis, a fat monstrous appendage with a flattened head, ridges along its length, a ribbed section near the base, and an almost comical purple tint.
Every fiber of Melody's being shivered in anticipation.
And then it moved towards her pussy. Her breeding hole... She was wet. She had been since the moment things started to go wrong. But that thing was bigger than anything she had ever seen outside of drawn porn.
Could she take it?
Moments later, she learned that yes, she could take it, and whatever cosmic horrors out there were responsible for it, she thanked them profusely, because that thing was the single best thing she had ever experienced in her entire life. It was not possible to describe it. The moment it went inside her she shattered, broke, reformed, vanished into thin air and came back to life, experiencing all of existence, inner peace and utter, total and absolute chaos, every color in the spectrum flashing behind her eyes though mostly just purple in varying shades.
It felt like she had become nothing but a pussy, like every part of her had faded away, withered to nothing, and the only thing she had left was the receptacle for the tentacle cock spearing into her and making her tummy bulge like she was carrying a baby starting its second trimester... and that had just been from the creature putting it in!
It was so ungodly huge that it should've torn her apart, but instead, she was molded around it, she was transformed by its intensely potent bodily fluids, it was the most erotic and ridiculous experience in her entire life... and then it began to fuck her. Every nanometer it moved was another orgasm, every sensation amplified sixty million times over. She was covered in its slimy gunk, there was tons of it in her stomach, in her intestines, in her throat, she had a lot of it in her hair.
But all of it completely paled in comparison to the sensation of that thing sealing the flat head of its true tentacock against the entrance to her womb, and pushing with a mini-appendage deeper, like its entire cock was a syringe and the needle tip had just opened up her womb to seed her directly.
And then... and then it came.
Every single shot was a positive bucketload of whatever the fuck juices it was filling her with. Semen? Maybe. Alien gunk, definitely. Her tummy inflated with juice at first, and then she saw it again, big huge bulges traveling down the tentacle. Every part of her body trembled as it came at her at terrifying speeds, giving her a million and one orgasms as it traveled its way up her pussy, and then poured directly into her womb, feeling like...
Eggs?
She was getting egged? The creature was putting eggs inside her?
How absolutely wonderful!
It was like every part of her dreams was coming true! The pleasure was so ungodly intense, however, that as she experienced true bliss and happiness from becoming the creature's seedpod... she finally had a short circuit, her brain crapped out, and she passed out in utter happiness.
Hours later, feeling unbelievably bloated, she woke up, and feeling an unexpected kinship, she patted the tentacles wrapped around her. Power had returned. She was still locked in the lab at least until the computer gave the all-clear.
"Well, it was a longshot," she mused, rubbing her now massive belly as well. "I'm glad I watched all that hentai," she said, bending as best as she could and placing a kiss on the nearest tentacle she could find. "My superiors insisted this experiment totally wouldn't work," she said.
The power going out was a blessing in disguise, really. At least now she had an excuse. She could totally claim she did what she did under duress and totally because it was her one shot at surviving, no need to reveal how much of a freak for tentacles she was.
She kissed another tentacle, and then hummed, as the tentacles vibrated.
Communication was still... very rudimentary. But at least, she had established friendly relations with an obviously intelligent life form.
It would take months to teach it how to use human languages, but it was the discovery of the millenium. The first intelligent alien life form! And they were cross-species compatible, to boot! She couldn't wait to report her findings!
Once it learned the human language, it would regularly protest her nickname of "Mr. Ten Tickles", but it, unfortunately for the creature, was stuck with that nickname in the ship.
