Space Explorers TNG by Rubbermatt
A fantastic Star Trek-like latex symbiote fetish series by Rubbermatt. It was originally posted on Twitter, but since he took down his account, it went missing. Thankfully, Rubbermatt and I got it out of his archives, and so we made it public here again.
Lieutenant j.g. Kristen Wildheart on her way to the main hanger for an away mission.
Why'd you volunteer for an away mission?
"This is what I trained for."
Huh?
"A science officer doing sciency stuff on an alien world. Besides I was going stir crazy cooped up on the ship. Now finish the aerial scan ensign, but don't get too far away, transporters won't work through the muck in the atmosphere."
Roger LT.
๐๐ฏ๐บ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ? ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด.
"Yep, I'm picking up really high concentrations of metals just below the surface, looks like it was a pretty big rock that hit here."
Explains why there's not much life down there.
"Yep, getting hit by an asteroid tends to do that to planets."
"Oh crap!"
๐๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ?
"Looks like tar oozing out of the ground ..... sticky as hell ... I can't get my feet free!"
"Shit, shit, shit ... it's not tar, it's moving! I can't get free!"
๐๐ฉ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐7 ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ..
๐ผ๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐พ๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ!
"Oh fuck, it's covering my legs!!!"
๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's swallowing meeee!!!"
๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ต ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ต, ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ข...
"Waaaahhhh!! It's melting my suit, I can feel it on my skin!!!"
"please .... help me .... it's inside meeee ..."
๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ, ๐'๐ข ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช
"i can't move .... no please nooooonnnmmmmhhh ...mmmmnnn!"
... แถแตโฟ'แต หขแตแต ... แถแตโฟ'แต สฐแตแตสณ ... แถแตโฟ'แต หขแตแตแตแต .... แถแตโฟ'แต แตแตแตแต ... หขแต แตแถฆแตสฐแต ... หขแตแถฆโฟ แถฆหข แตแถฆโฟแตหกแถฆโฟแต ... แถฆแต'หข แถ แถฆหกหกแถฆโฟแต แตแต สณแถฆแตสฐแต แตแต ...
๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ! ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!!!
๐พ๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ, ๐จ๐๐'๐จ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ก๐๐๐, ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐จ๐๐๐ข๐ก๐๐จ๐จ
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ
๐๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐ฝ7 ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐ค๐ง๐ฉ
๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐7, ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ
Oh hell ...
"Damn, this stuff is fused to her skin! We need to get her into sickbay stat."
"Dermal regenerator?"
"It might separate this stuff from her, but our best bet is to get some nanoprobes into her, so her body can reject the invader"
"Shit the stuff's spreading internally! Let's move!"
"GANGWAY!!!!"
"Bugger, dermal regenerator's no good."
"It's not working?"
"Oh it's working nurse, it's just that this stuff regenerates itself faster than I can pull it out of her skin. At least the nanoprobes have slowed the spread."
"The cocoon is thickening, the outer surface hardened into some sort of shell. We did manage to get a couple of IV lines in before the expansion started, pumped Kristen full of concentrated nutrients and every kind of immune booster we could think of. All we can do now is hope."
"The outer shell is completely rigid now, we can't even scan through it. We've got no idea what it's doing to Lieutenant Wildheart in there, but the last thing we saw is that it had spread through her entire body."
Dark o'clock, the night shift putter about, making sure the ship doesn't fly apart, the captain is in her quarters pegging the new cabin boy, and Dr van Norks pores over every archive she can find, looking for some clue.
In ICU something that used to be called Kristen stirs ...
A soft tearing sounds as the cocoon is breached ......
Even alien latex slime symbiotes need a good yawn and stretch
Eeekk! Cold floor! Someone fetch my slippers.
Silently the creature slid from the bed and approached the containment field.
It could sense others nearby, other suitable hosts in which to implant it's offspring.
The field proved to be no barrier, its understanding of field dynamics far exceeding that of Starfleet ....
Soft and quick as shadows we must be ...
Time for hugs!
Close encounters of the tentacular kind.
Hate to love ya and leave ya ... next!
One down, 903 crew left to go ... tentacles for everyone!
๐ด๐๐ โ๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข?
mmmmhhhhmmmmmnnnnn!!!!!
All through the ship not a thing stirred, not even a mouse ..... except for the latex tentacle symbiote in Sickbay 2.
Such an accomodating girl .....
The monitors are going nuts, what are you lot doing in here? Not another orgy I hop .... oh shit!
Open wide and say 'mmmmmmppphhhgglllkk'
Hate to love you and leave you, but the rest of the crew are just begging to get tentacled ... sleep well my sweet babies, I promise to leave some for you when you wake .....
Sneakily sneaking like a sneak.
Surprise hug attack!
Warning, horny symbiote on the loose ....
The girl voted ships nymphomaniac (5 years running) now has tentacles, and she's not afraid to use them.
This seasons line in draft excluders ....
Let me take your temperature Doctor
"Th ...that's not a thermometer!"
Cum for me Doctor ...
.... and deeper ....
There we go! .... and you're still cumming you randy bitch
Exeunt stage left ...
Just taking a short cut to the ladies room ... honest!
"Hi ho hi ho, it's off to work we go, with nipple clamps and an anal plug, hi ho hi ho hi ho hi ho"
Side Note
"Hmmhmm hhmmhmmm ... what the..."
squelch
mmmmmmppphhhh!!!
hhmmm getting a bit full in here
"Lieutentant Hathaway to the Bridge, I'm on deck 12 and we have a problem."
What kind of problem Kiera?
"Sickbay, well the whole medical wing, is sealed off. There's some kind of barrier blocking the passageways. It looks ... organic."
It's confirmed, the entire medical wing is sealed off, there's no way in. More worryingly, no one in there is responding, no one at all.
Wakey-wakey, rise and tentacle.
"Well it is organic, and there are members of the crew embedded within it."
"Well that's fucked it, we can't try and cut through."
"There's an air shaft across this section, it should be big enough for me to squeeze through..."
comm...eaking up b.....areful in ther......
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful, the thought of being captured and cocooned in one of those barriers really isn't making me so horny it hurts ..."
"Good grief, that's roughly one orgasm every minute. She's going at sixty cums per hour.
Lucky bitch."
"Okay recorder on ... ahem Absolutely fascinating, he's being integrated into the structure, like some kind of biological processor.
Just imagine what that feels like, completely encased and invaded by living rubber, becoming a living part of the ship, feeling unending pleasure"
"Eeeep!"
"Ummmm ... I come in peace, take me to your leader.
it was worth a try ..... please be gentle with me?"
Aaaahhh ooohhh ooommmnnn mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh!
Meanwhile, on Deck 10 ....
Don't mind me, just lost my access card ....
'just relax baby, it's easier that way'
C91's Discord ServerLonelyZentai's Discord ServerFaint, muffled cries as the crew members were subsumed by alien living latex, a heavy slithering as the glossy creature once called Kristen dragged the hapless male off to a questionable fate ....
C91's Discord ServerLonelyZentai's Discord ServerAlright sweetie, time for you to take over the computer for me, although not exactly how they trained you at the academy
C91's Discord ServerLonelyZentai's Discord ServerThe male roused, choking on the thick tentacle she had thrust down his throat.
But it was too late, she was already pumping alien slime down his gullet.
He would be transformed into something useful very shortly.
Now be a good semi-organic processor & take over the computer cores for me, sweetie.
C91's Discord ServerLonelyZentai's Discord ServerRubberised flesh stretching out, stripping carpet, paint, plastic covers, access panels, absorbing it all into the ever growing processor.
The entire central nervous system hungrily gobbling up fresh resources, expanding, infiltrating circuitry & chips.
In minutes all extraneous material had been stripped from this quadrant of the computer core, assimilated into the pulsing glossy black form that had been a human male.
Consciousness remains, experiencing the exquisite ecstasy & agony of transformation, the constant pleasure always ramping up, never tipping over the edge, constantly edged as the processor obeys Her commands.
Seven more males, one per quadrant of the twin computer cores, a further four in the main control room. Very shortly Kisten would have absolute control of the ships main computer. She would need to add some more males further up the nine deck tall cores, but that wasn't urgent.
"Good boys, now seal and jam all access to the computer cores on all decks, lock out all terminals and lock down the turbolifts for our kind to access only.
Oh, very smoothly done. Such obedient boys."
The crew of third watch, grappling with the recently discovered problem of the entire medical wing being sealed off, now suddenly became aware of a much more pressing problem.
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