Nov 012017
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day sixteen of my thirty-two day journey to the star system designated “The Queen Won’t Back Down Even if You Stand Her at the Gates of Hell,” by Royal Astronomers. I am heading to the edge of Zatty space and commercial and military traffic is light. I have seen a few starships that were running fast and quiet, so I suspect they are refugees from the fallen Carefully Managed Democracy’s government.

There is little to report except a decrease in the ship’s cruising speed. It appears that we have taken on unaccounted weight somewhere in the ship. It could be a stowaway or more likely, debris that made it past the engine filters. Scanners are not picking up anything so I will be conducting a personal search through the maintenance crawlspaces. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I can tell that I am bored because I am looking forward to dragging my sweaty ass through tight spaces just to give me something to do.

Vaquel Di squeezed through the crawlspace junction. Her white spacesuit hugged tightly around her round breasts and wide hips. Instead of her usual glassteel helmet bubble helmet, Vaquel was wearing a skintight extension of her spacesuit over her head. Her short pink hair was pressed tightly against her scalp but not as tightly as the material pressing against her lips. It felt like her mask had been kissing her for the past hour.

The junction was a tight fit for her ass. This was her maintenance suit and the material was designed to reduce friction but there was only so much it could do to ease her large round buttocks through the small tunnel. It took her twenty seconds to finally get her butt around the corner.

“See anything, Mistress?” Chairbot said on the communications link.

“Not a damn thing,” Vaquel said. The crawlspace lights were on but all Vaquel could see where dirty panels, corrosion stains and the occasional puddle of lubricant.

“I should really come down here some time and clean up,” Vaquel said.

“Shall I place it on the schedule?” Chairbot asked.

“Fuck no,” Vaquel snapped. “I’m never that bored.”

Vaquel proceeded down the tunnel. She crawled forward on her hands and knees. The spacesuit hugged her body tightly but her breasts still swung with every crawling step. The material rubbed against her nipples, keeping them in a constant state of stimulation.

It was worse between her legs. The tight suit pressed down on her pussy lips so that the slightest movement rubbed back and forth. The faster she crawled, the harder it stroked
Vaquel made sure to crawl as fast as she could. Maybe by the time she finished her survey, she would manage to climax.

She came to another junction. Instead of the usual lubricant stain, the puddle here was a bright blue. She touched it with her gloved hand. It was too sticky to be a machine fluid.

“Chairbot, run a scan on Junction F-K,” Vaquel ordered.

“Nothing unusual on scanners,” Chairbot reported. “Are you ready for a rest break? Would you like to come back and sit on me? I have a new vibration pattern that you will enjoy.”

Vaquel’s pussy clenched. It was tempting. She could use a break but she could use a vibrating chair seat even more.

There was a rumbling noise down the K branch of the crawlspace. Vaquel had spent eight years on this ship and knew every sound by heart. That rumble was a new one.

“Focus the scanner on K branch,” Vaquel ordered. She squeezed into the crawlspace. The ceiling was low and her breasts were crushed against the floor. The top of her ass slid along the ceiling. She had to crawl on her elbows to move forward.

“Nothing unusual,” Chairbot reported.

The way ahead was dark. “What about the lights?” Vaquel asked. “Any error messages?”

“None, Mistress,” Chairbot reported.

That meant that not only was a light out, but the backup reporting system was down too. This job was getting more complicated.

Vaquel crawled into the darkness. The rumbling sound grew louder.

What was that sound? Was a panel loose and vibrating? Was it gas compression? Could an exhaust fan be malfunctioning?

It was pitch black. She felt around with her hands. The service panel was tight against the wall. There were no fluids, sticky or slippery. The fan grill was perfectly still. She didn’t feel anything unusual.

The low ceiling against her round butt shifted. Vaquel froze as the ceiling pressed down on her. She groaned as the weight increased and pinned her to the floor of the crawlspace.

“Mistress, is anything wrong?” Chairbot asked.

Something was very wrong. The weight shifted along Vaquel’s back. It flowed down her legs and wrapped around her legs. The top of her shoulders was pushed down. Something wrapped around her face and pressed against the material covering her mouth. There was something alive here in the crawlspace with her!

There was a flicker of light and then it was gone. Vaquel understood what had happened. The light was on and working fine; it was just blocked by whatever was lurking on the of the crawlspace.

Vaquel reached for whatever was touching her face. The gloves were designed for tactile use and she felt fur around a tentacle of some kind. She pulled it from her face.

The rumbling grew louder. Vibrations ran up and down Vaquel’s body where it was touching the creature. Something coiled around her arms and legs with amazing strength.

“Mistress, report!” Chairbot begged over the link.

“There’s something down here,” Vaquel gasped. “I don’t know how it got here, but we need to flush it out. It seems to be organic.”

The creature rumbled louder. Vibrations increased against Vaquel’s buttocks. The vibrations were strong enough to be felt by her pussy.

“Should I fill the crawlspace with emergency toxins, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

The vibrations grew stronger. “Uh, hold on with that,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel tried to move. She arched her back to press her ass harder against the clinging alien. Her hand guided one of the vibrating tentacles to her breasts. Pleasant sensations ran along her chest. Vibrations pulsed against her sore shoulders and felt great.

“This isn’t so bad,” Vaquel whispered.

Something hard pressed against her mouth. It was vibrating. It poked against the material of her mask as it tried to enter her mouth. The vibrations made her lips tingle.

“What about now, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“Negative!” Vaquel yelled.

She didn’t know what this thing was, but she didn’t intend to kill it until she was able to fully make use of it. The vibrations were wonderful on her ass, she just needed to get them in the right place.

The tentacle on her breasts constricted. Vaquel groaned as the powerful vibrations hummed against her mounds. Her nipples pressed hard against the thin material as if trying to get free.

The creature pressed against her bottom. It wiggled between her cheeks. Something hard, thick and vibrating was trying to work its way into her ass.

The vibrations pulsed harder. Vaquel’s pussy clenched in frustration that nothing was touching it.

Vaquel reached for her sex. The crawlspace was too tight and the creature was pressing down too hard. She couldn’t even reach her belt to manipulate her suit controls.

Maybe she could lure it somehow. Vaquel moved her hips and spread her thighs as much as the tight space would allow. She grinded her pussy into the floor with short micro-humps.

A vibrating tentacle moved to the top of her thigh. The buzzing tip started at her ass and slowly moved down to the crease of her knee. Vaquel tried to move backwards to chase the tentacle but the weight pressing down on her was too much.

The tentacle at her mouth began to glow. It was a faint blue light. The tentacle tip bulged and then released a squirt of fluid unto Vaquel’s lips.

The space explorer froze. What was that? Poison? Some kind of acid? She tried to touch her face but the tentacles had her too tightly pinned. She waited for the dread feeling of her mask disintegrating.

Nothing happened. Whatever it had squirted her with, the liquid dripped harmlessly from the mouth of her mask.

“Praise the Queen,” Vaquel whispered. That could have ended very badly. Maybe it was time to stop fucking around and get rid of this thing.

The rumbling grew louder. Vibrations engulfed Vaquel’s back and ass. Her breasts were gripping in buzzing bliss. The tentacle tip at her leg slipped between her thighs.

No, she could wait a little longer.

The vibrating tentacle poked the inside of her thigh. It tapped, tapped, tapped its way closer to her sex. It was looking for something.

Vaquel wondered if it was trying to mate. She didn’t know what this thing was or when it got aboard her ship, but she had encountered quite a few tentacle creatures in her travels. The one thing they all had in common was that they liked to fuck just about anything. In fact, Vaquel wasn’t sure if she had ever encountered a tentacle creature having sex with its own kind.

The tentacle between her legs was centimeters away from her crotch. It was lingering for some reason. It rubbed back and forth, perhaps trying to burrow into a crease in her spacesuit.

Vaquel groaned. The vibrations were so close to her sex. She wiggled her leg in an attempt get the tentacle to move on but it wouldn’t.

Meanwhile, the rest of her body was being probed and groped. A second tentacle poked at the crack of her ass, trying to push into the spacesuit. A tentacle ran up and down her foot. The tentacle at her face tried to poke her mouth again, as stubborn as any male wanting a blowjob.

The creature rumbled and powerful vibrations engulfed her back. The tentacle around her chest vibrated so hard that her breasts jiggled wildly inside her suit. The teasing tip of the tentacle beside her thigh buzzed stronger than even one of Chairbot’s vibrators.

Vaquel groaned and kept her thighs apart. She only had one chance at this.

The tentacle moved away and Vaquel almost screamed with frustration but a second later, the tentacle dived back down and pressed hard against her crotch. The buzzing tip vibrated hard against the thin material covering her wet sex.

“Got you!” Vaquel cried and she slammed her thighs shut around the tentacle.

The creature rumbled unbearably loud. The tentacle against her sex squirmed and thrashed but it couldn’t escape the vise of Vaquel’s thick thighs. That didn’t stop it from trying as it flailed and buzzed.

“Oh, fuck!” Vaquel cried. The vibrations permeated Vaquel’s entire pelvic region. Her thighs clamped tightly around the tentacle as her ass rose and fell to hump the squirming tip.

The creature wrapped more tentacles around Vaquel. Multiple arms coiled around her chest and crushed her breasts with vibrating lengths. It wrapped around her throat and squeezed. Several tentacles tried to get between her thighs and pry them apart but the creature was no much for Vaquel’s powerful legs.

“Yeah, no one gets these legs open unless I want them to,” Vaquel said. “And I’m not letting go until you get me off!”

The tentacle tip between her legs thrashed against her. Vaquel gasped as the tentacle grinded against her spacesuit-covered sex. It wasn’t penetration but with vibrations this strong, it didn’t need to enter her to make her come.

“So close,” Vaquel gasped.

The tentacle around her neck squeezed. It became harder to breathe. The suit compensated by enriching her oxygen but that wouldn’t help if her throat was crushed.

She should let go. This thing might kill her to get free. Was a vibrating tentacle worth dying for?

The vibrations from the tentacle on her sex grew stronger. Vaquel made her choice. She kept her thighs tightly around it.

A weird whistling sound came from the creature. What the fuck did that mean?

The weight on her back lifted. The tentacle around her throat released its grip. Arms uncoiled around her chest and shoulders. Tentacle tips stopped poking her ass. Light flooded the crawlspace as the creature ceased to block the light source.

“You tentacle things are all alike!” Vaquel yelled. “You love holding people down and fucking them but no one has ever done it to you, have they? What’s the matter? Don’t enjoy being used?”

The creature was pulling away but it couldn’t leave with its tentacle trapped between her thighs. The vibrations were just as strong as ever. The tip turned, twisted and pulled but it couldn’t escape.

Vaquel lifted herself onto her elbows. Reaching down, she rapped a button on her belt. A slit opened over her crotch. The furry tentacle writhed against her hairy pussy lips. A wet spot formed instantly under her.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. The vibrations were twice as strong on her bare skin. She had no idea the suit had that much insulation.

The tentacle tip pressed against her sex. It easily slipped inside the wet folds. The tentacle expanded inside her and filled her sex with alien flesh and vibrations.

“Yes, yes, yes, get in there you dirty fucker!” Vaquel yelled. She still didn’t trust it to stay so she kept her thighs tightly pinned around it.

The tentacle fucked her. Was this what it wanted or did it sense that it had to do this to get her to let go?

Vaquel didn’t know and she didn’t care. The furry tip plunged in and out of her with frantic speed. It kept expanding with every thrust, filling her tightly as the vibrations grew stronger.

She remembered the blue liquid earlier. Was this thing about to spray stuff inside her? That might not be healthy considering she still had no idea what it was. Should she stop?

Fuck that. She clenched down hard on the tentacle with her pussy. It was going nowhere.

The vibrations surged and Vaquel came. Her orgasm exploded through her body and made her toes curl. She shuddered, clenched harder and then shuddered again.

“Glory to the Queen!” she cried and her thighs relaxed.

The tentacle shrunk and yanked out of her sex. It pulled out from between her legs so fast that she heard it cut through the air like a whip. There was a thumping noise above her as the unknown creature scrambled away from her down another maintenance tunnel.

Vaquel collapsed onto the floor of the crawlspace. Her pussy was numb. The floor beneath her was soaking wet with her juices. She could do with a nice nap.

“Chairbot, isolate K-2 branch,” Vaquel commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot reported.

Above Vaquel, she heard the maintenance shaft doors click into place. She pushed her fingers into her tingling pussy. She was sensitive to the touch but she didn’t feel any fluid that shouldn’t be there. Good.

“K-2 branch is sealed, Mistress” Chairbot said. “Shall I decompress it and vent it into space?”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. The robot sounded eager. Maybe he was jealous of how hard the creature had made her come.

The crawlspace shuddered around Vaquel. She listened to the familiar sounds of airlocks opening and the quiet explosion of decompression. It was followed by the clamping of airlocks resealing and the increased hum of air pumps working to restore equilibrium.

“Sensors indicate that ship mass has been restored to optimal limits, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “The unknown lifeform has been expelled.”

“Any idea how it got here in the first place?” Vaquel asked.

“Considering the nature of the creature, Mistress, my hypothesis is that one of the bio-filters is faulty and it came aboard during one of our planet landings. It may have been smaller when it came aboard and then grew to its current size later, which is when we detected it because of the extra mass.”

“Do you mean that there could be more of these things on board?” Vaquel asked.

“If they haven’t grown, we wouldn’t detect them,” Chairbot said. “This is just a hypothesis. We won’t know for sure until we pinpoint how it came on board.”

Vaquel picked a direction and started crawling. The slit of her spacesuit was still open and her pussy dragged along the floor, leaving a trail behind her in her the crawlspace.

“Mistress, the bio-filters are in the other direction,” Chairbot said.

“True, but if there are more of those vibrating creatures, they will probably be in this direction,” Vaquel said.

“Shall I begin isolating branches and decompressing them, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“Fuck, no!” Vaquel snapped. “If there are any left, they are probably too small to effect ship speed. That means I can study them before they grow too big. I might learn something that will be useful to report back to the Queen.”

“And they might be useful for your pleasure, Mistress.” Chairbot said. “May I suggest testing them while you sit on me?”

“Maybe,” Vaquel said as she crawled along the tight tunnel. “Depends on how fast you help me find them.”

“Calculating likely locations now,” Chairbot said.

Vaquel grinned. There were a lot of tunnels to check but at least she no longer had to worry about being bored.

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