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Slave to the Swarm (Deviant Desires and 49_place_holder)

In the time since the incident, Anya was back at work. Having her life on the line shook the woman to the core, but in a familiar environment such as the lab, Anya was back in her comfort zone. Even while carrying trays of vials back and forth for examination, she was humming a random tune.

The scientist was recording important notes in a computer terminal while Melissa examined cells. "What is the rate exactly? As in, 'You chopped off my arm but I'll grow another in a day', or something like 'the bullet wound you made already healed when you shot me again'? Either way, from the sound of it, I'm amazed the settlers found any way to stop them at all. These things are highly evolved, way more than us. I feel safer knowing we managed to kill 'em off now."
 
"I think," replied Melissa, "the former. The regrowth rate on these things is incredible. If we could unlock their secrets, we could have a revolutionary new medical treatment on our hands."

She grinned broadly, both from the discovery and from seeing her sister seemingly back in good spirits again. It was spoiled only slightly by the thought of the colonists. There had been things in that hive she wished that she could unsee.

"Yes, the colonists were up against something incredible. I still have no idea why these cells are able to regrow at such a rate when stimulated. Whatever mechanism the bugs had, it certainly wasn't going to be solved with the technology on that moon. I can only guess that they stumbled upon the radiation solution."
 
"Amazing... Well their loss is our gain. You're right. The possibilities are near limitless. We may not be able to figure out anything too groundbreaking now, on the ship. Once we get to Terra however, we'll have a lot of other people and equipment to work with." Anya leaned back on her seat, stretching out before standing up to walk over behind her sister, hoping for a glance of her own through the scope.

"Just gotta make sure they don't steal the work from us completely. This has to be in our name. We took the risks getting their essence, not some fancy think tank safe in their hole on Earth." Anya's opinion of most people from the birthplace of humanity was low. She shared the same view that many colonial humans did, on how Great Terra itself would prosper at the expense of colonies and their lives. She never believed in secession, that would be near treason alone with her job working under the military.
 
"I'm not having that," declared Melissa, raising her voice a little. She tried not to be too loud, not knowing whether the other scientists in the lab felt the same. "I came on this ship for scientific discovery, to help people, not to build new weapons. We can aid humanity with this discovery. Here, take a look."

She stepped away from the microscope so that her sister could take a look. There was so much to discover and she was glad to have Anya here with her. Her gaze fell on the arm where Anya had stung herself and for a moment panic blossomed in her heart but she pushed it down swiftly.
 
"I know what you mean, don't worry." The younger sister answered, hoping Melissa wouldn't attract attention to herself. Her eye squinted as she gazed through the scope to see this miraculous regeneration herself.

Apart from the scar leftover from being impaled, Anya's arm seemed perfectly fine. It felt normal enough to her, and that was all that mattered to the woman. Her mind was past the trauma of being stung by the dead queen, instead taking it as a necessary risk to get what they needed. "Still, if you're right, and I know you are, then what we carry back will benefit all of humanity. We just need to stick with the project, make sure it's not hijacked into some stupid plague."
 
"Not going to happen on my watch," replied Melissa. "Besides, this organic material is dead, inert. The only reason I was able to get those cells to reproduce was because I artificially stimulated them. There's nothing on this ship that can harm our research."

She lifted a few trays of the tests that they had started running and headed for the door. "I'm just going to take these down to the incubator. Coming?"

The incubator was kept close to the engineering works just before getting into the engine room. It's proximity to the ship's reactor meant that it was always warm down there, no need for artificial heating. It was also dim, a refreshing change from the harsh lights of the laboratory.
 
"That's good to know. I'd hate to think what just one of these things could do loose on this ship. Last thing we need is someone trying to resurrect these things. Swore I saw that in a movie once too..." Anya muttered, pulling her head up as Melissa offered to rotate a few of the samples. At the moment, she didn't want to be alone, hoping to keep working and share any discoveries with her sister. "I'll tag along, don't worry."
 
Days passes slowly on the vessel, the ship lumbering its way back into open space, away from the gravitational influence of the moon and its planet. It would be a six month journey back to Earth and most of that would be spent getting up to the faster than light part of the journey. As the ship sped through the stars, life on the ship continued on.

Melissa continued her research, still fascinated by the creatures that they had encountered. She was excited for the first time in ages, hoping that they had stumbled upon something that could take scientific exploration into a completely new direction. She spent a lot of her time in the lab, poring over samples and slides, trying to work out the life cycle of the bugs and why they had needed the humans to birth more of them. That part of the mystery made no sense.

Meanwhile she had become increasingly concerned with her sister's welfare. To all intents and purposes, Anya seemed fine but Melissa knew her sister well. There was something off about her and despite the doctor giving her the all clear, Melissa still wondered what was up. Maybe she was just shaken or worried since the events in the bug hive, she couldn't tell but it worried her.
 
As time passed on the trip back, people started seeing Anya less and less. When found, she would turn down or avoid any conversation, attempting to disappear as soon as possible. Despite this, the scientist would still turn up for study with her sister, but would be quiet most of the time, and often just shudder or shake with no known trigger, as if trying to repress something.

Anya was trying her hardest to keep her alterations a secret. Almost overnight she woke up to her nails turning completely back. This wouldn't have alarmed her if she didn't look in the mirror to see segmented chitinous plates begin to form down her spine. These simple features were well hidden enough, but a few days later Anya's nails were growing at an accelerated rate, and were resisting any attempt to wear them down. Perhaps the most worrying part of these strange new changes were the urges. Every time her eyes fell upon a person her blood would begin to boil, her mind fantasizing about tackling them to the hallway floor and doing it right there, regardless of who was watching. The males, the females, even her sister, would attract these disturbing thoughts.

Anya was now also drawn to parts of the ship that were mainly hotter. This mainly involved sections of the ship built around Engineering. She walked down the corridors, alone, half wishing that someone would come along to, share, time with, to comfort her for reasons she couldn't say or show. The other half also wished for a person to come by, but for different reasons, and she was nearing her limit trying to suppress those thoughts.
 
Haley hated going too deep into the engines. When she thought about the massive amounts of energy that the gargantuan powerhouses generated, she started to feel very small and weak. However, a job was a job and despite the heat, she still had a duty to perform, no matter her feelings.

She was a junior classman, one of the lowest ranks on the ship but as someone assigned to the engineering department, she wasn't about to let anyone say she was scared of going down into the deep, dark and stiflingly hot engine bays. Her dark skin was already coated with sweat and her flightsuit starting to discolour to a dark green as she climbed into the depths. Her task was to check the levels of catalyst the engines were using and calculate the required amounts to bring the ship up to full burn over the course of a week. It was menial stuff and something that was mainly done with the flight computers these days but it was still a task she needed to perform manually.

As she stepped into the humid area, she could have sworn that she saw someone moving in one of the tunnels. It was a bizarre thought as it wasn't comfortable for people down here and after that, it was off limits too. She cautiously moved forwards, stroking a damp strand of dark hair from her eyes.

"Hello?" she ventured.
 
Anya hid well in the maitainence corridor, lying in wait behind a wall of pipes and tubes. She heard someone coming, a person! They could help her with her problem. Anya leaned her head forward to see who it was
Haley, great body, young, great body, low ranking, great body. These thoughts ran through Anya's head, feeling almost subconscious, by instinct. It was perfect.

"Haley!? Is that you? Don't move, I'm coming out." Slowly Anya emerged from her hiding spot, her elongated nails clearly visible. " I need to trust you with something. I need you to do something for me okay? Can you keep a secret?" Anya asked as she stepped closer and closer to the other crewmember.
 
Hayley stopped in her tracks. She knew the voice but couldn't place it. At least it wasn't the ravenous monster that her subconscious had been trying to frighten her with. She clutched her workpad close to her chest and held her ground.

"Um... okay," she called. "Who is it? I was just coming down here to check on the catalysts..."
 
"It's me, Anya. I'm, doing something down here too... I know why you're down here. Don't worry. It's just routine stuff. Menial tasks like these keep the ship safe from any potential internal threats." She tried her best to sound casual, to play it cool as walked closer to the woman, aware of Haley's uneasiness.

Yet Anya wasn't exactly sure why she needed this person. She felt she had to get close to Haley, to do, something. For now, the scientist continued to pass banter off the top of her head. "Haley, I've got something important I need to show you, to share with you. I need you to not tell anyone just yet. Just give me your opinion, okay?" With each step, Anya was inching closer, and once the girl was in her grasp, she wouldn't get away.
 
Anya? Hayley knew the name, one of the reasearchers right? She didn't need to go up to the labs that often but the scientists on this ship were kind of superstars, you couldn't go anywhere without someone talking about them. What would one of them be doing down here?

"Sure," she replied, eagerly. "I can keep a secret. Is it some new experiment you're working on? Or is it to do with that colony?"

She felt excited, butterflies in her stomach. That she was going to be trusted with something that the researchers were working on was so cool, she couldn't wait to find out. She jogged forward with a smile on her face, excited to see what it was.
 
Anya smiled inside. Haley was more receptive than she anticipated. She stopped in front of the young woman, slowly taking Haley's hand into her own. The grip was firm, and nothing was going to make her let go.

"Listen, I, need you. Okay? I need you, right now. Please don't say no."

With that, the scientist leaned her head in, instantly diving for a kiss. Her free hand swung up to push Haley's head close, and her lips pressed against the junior member, the tongue piercing through almost instantly. Haley could feel the Anya bump their hips against eachother, forcing her against a wall almost instantly. The was the introverted scientist was shaking her waist, it was as if Anya was trying to hump her.
 
The moment Anya pressed her body into Hayley, the young engineer started to panic. Of all the things she had been expecting when the scientist asked her to come close, this was not one of them. A torrent of thoughts ran through her mind, not least the one about shipboard romances being somewhat taboo.

Her arms flailed madly as Anya humped her and confused thoughts that were somewhere between how nice her lips felt to revulsion caused her to grab hold of the girl's arms and try to push her away. In a moment when she wasn't being kissed, she managed to gasp, "What... what is this..? I'm not like that...!"
 
"Shhhh, don't worry! This'll be great I know it!" Anya answered, trying to console the woman as she broke away from their kiss. With one hand around Haley's waist and the other attempting furiously to remove the junior crewmember's clothes, Anya seemed dead set on a goal. Her eyes were just staring at the woman's form, her mouth hanging open as her hips continued to buck against Haley.

"You gotta trust me! You gotta calm down!" Her own clothes felt so restricting now for some reason. They had to come off soon, just to let her body hang free.
 
Hayley was still half fighting Anya who seemed far stronger than her frame suggested. Her initial reaction was perhaps understandable given that such liaisons were not normally tolerated but her logical mind was now trying to understand the situation. They were a few days out from the colony, the scientists had been very busy and...

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "It's the colony, it was infected? Is it on the ship? Do we need to decontaminate?"

She also realised that Anya outranked her several times over and despite her reluctance, when a senior officer ordered you to strip... Still nervous, frightened and in awe of being down here with one of the researchers, Hayley began to unbutton her uniform, trying not to think about why Anya had told her that 'it would be great'.
 
Anya caught onto what was going on in Hayley's head. Picking up on the woman's thoughts, the scientist twisted herself a sufficient lie, bearing a grain of truth.

"Well, yes, that's actually part of the reason for this. I have a theory I need to prove, bear with me, will you?" Soon Anya began to remove her own clothes, nearly shredding them in pieces with how sharp her fingers were getting and how violently she was struggling to take them off. As they fell to the ground, Haley could see cracked, blackened skin patches forming at various placed around her body, most noticeably the woman's spine, arms, and her crotch. Anya's groin seemed completely covered by the plates, concealing anything that might be hidden under there.

Anya's arm rested against the wall behind Haley, ready to seize her in one sweep if she tried to suddenly run off.
 
Hayley disrobed swiftly, her flight suit and boots peeled off to reveal her coffee coloured skin and her abundance of curves. She was grateful to be in less clothes if she were honest, the heat down here was oppressive. She still felt nervous but now it was tinged with a streak of fear as she wondered what it might have been that the researchers encountered on the surface. None of them had spoken much about what they had found at the colony, the mix between the science labs and engineering not all that great.

Naked, she looked up to see Anya also standing naked in front of her. At that point, she let out a small scream. The chitinous covering that she could see over Anya's body made her immediately think of the infection and how clearly the scientist was deeply infected by whatever it was that had gotten on board.

"What... what's happened to you?" she stammered, "We need to get you to a doctor..."

She shifted to one side, away from Anya before attempting to bolt for the exit.
 
"NO!"

Her voice was harsh, desperate, and echoed tthroughout the vast empty maintenance corridors. In an instant, Anya had caught up with her, grabbing the womans shoulder and shoving her to the ground with her body weight. Anya was more than just human now. This was shown by the ease at which she restrained the poor engineer.

"Y-you can't leave yet!" Anya added, suddenly sounding very insecure and unsure of herself. "I haven't tested my hypothesis yet. Please! Stay for a little bit." As if the woman had a choice. With Haley's body pressed into the ground, her ass was completely exposed, and the junior member's folds looked so inviting. Again and again Anya bucked her hips against Haley, desperately trying to trigger ssomething inside her.

"C'mon, It's been aching all day. It needs to break free alrwady, it needs to seed"
 
The moment she had hit the ground, Hayley knew she was in trouble. Anya was far stronger than she had any right to be and fast too. The speed with which she had caught up to her had been frightening. The impact with the floor had knocked the wind out of her and she couldn't help but lie there while Anya tried to dry hump her from behind.

She could feel the infected woman pressing into her, pinning her down. She tried to pull herself away but Anya was too strong. All she could do was lie there and hope that she did whatever she needed to do quickly. The horror of the situation ran through her mind as she glanced around herself, trying to see if there was some way she could raise the alarm or call for help. However she knew that the dull booming of the engines would cover any screams she tried to make. The only thing she had was her comms radio and that was sat behind her in her pile of sadly discarded clothes.

"No, no, no..." she whispered as Anya's body squeezed against her as if she was being fucked with a strap on. Anya seemed to be babbling about something, an itch that she clearly needed to scratch. It was then that she heard the word 'seed' hissed into her ear and she panicked, kicking and trying to get free.
 
"No, please, don't fight it. Stop making this awkward! It cam be fun for both of us!" It didn't seem to occur to Anya that Haley didn't want anything to do with this. She continued to bump against the human's exposed pussy. This went on for a few more seconds, until there was an audible cracking noise, and Anya sighing in relief.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, there you are little guy! I knew you were trying to get out. Go on, let's get acquainted." From the broken chitin in her crotch emerged a beating, blackened, male sex organ. The monsterous cock had small barbs running down it, with a knot that formed at the base. It was built for penetration, stimulation, and keeping any important fluids inside.

Her hips resumed immediately, pushing at the engineer's entrance to seek the relief form the instincts that have been tormenting her.
 
When Hayley heard the cracking sound, she glanced over her shoulder in fear of what she might see. Whatever had gotten into Anya had changed her, corrupted her and now Hayley saw up close just how extreme the changes had become. She shrieked as she saw the barbed cock emerge from Anya's body, the knot at its base seeming to throb with potency.

"Oh god no!" she cried, helpless to get away from the mutated girl. "Please no...! You're not going to put it....! Please, no!"

She tried to wriggle away but she could already feel the heat from the pulsing member as it lined up with her pussy. She tried to fight but cried out again as she felt the alien organ penetrate her.
 
Anya's hands held themselves firmly on Haley's waist, her grip ensuring that she would not be free until she gained the scientists approval. She let out another long, drawn out sigh of relief as the mutant penis was shoved in violently. She wasted no time thrusting her body the same way she had done before, grateful for the breeding tool tjat was granted to her.

"Oh god Haley this just feels- it's- I can't... this is indescribable! We HAVE to keep going!" Soon she was already trying to sheath her new cock inside, the knot proving quite troublesome. Anya whined to herself in frustration, the force of her poundings increasing to try and push it through.
 
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