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The Infestation (Causeway / Acitar)

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causeway25oclock

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ALERT: UNKNOWN SYSTEM ERROR 101
ALERT: UNKNOWN SYSTEM ERROR 101
ACTIVATING EMERGENCY REVIVAL PROCEDURE

The message repeated itself over and over again on the small screen inside the hyperspace hibernation pod. The words meant that the ship's computer had encountered something en route to the destination that it was not prepared to deal with.

That in and of itself was not particularly surprising; space was infinite, and there were a lot of things that could crop up along the way between systems. But there were other pods, whose inhabitants were in "light sleep" intended to be quickly revived in order to deal with such problems. This particular pod's inhabitant was not scheduled to be awoken until the vessel, the science ship Archimedes arrived at its destination.

As the pod opened, its nude inhabitant would see why; all of the other pods were already deserted. There was no one else around.
 
Xandrea's vision moved from blurred to focused as she slowly came around from her artificial hibernation, a wave of dizziness washed over her at the rather rude awakening as the hibernation pod opened itself she stepped out onto the purposely warmed deck-plating. The feeling of her bare foot touching the slightly warmer floor sent a shiver up through her leg, causing her supple skin to goosebump as she glanced around the room.

It took her several minutes to get her bearings and to notice all the other empty sleeping pods, she shook her head, rubbing her neck as she tried to shake the last foggy vestiges of the artificially induced coma from her mind.

"Where is everyone?" She mused to herself, as she padded barefoot over toward a nearby console which at her first touch instantly flashed up in angry red letters:

EMERGENCY: LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT. ACCESS DENIED.

The sudden chill this sent up her spine reminded her of her nudity, her supple athletic body moving back across the room to the pod becoming a little self conscious of her shaft swaying about as she moved, retrieving the only clothing that was kept nearby she slipped the medical gown over her head to preserve her modesty. Wracking her still awakening mind she recalled the lockers were a few rooms over so she began moving.

"Well I won't find out what's going on around here, I'll get my clothes and then head to the bridge.. maybe I'll find someone along the way." She mused to herself as she punched the button to open the door leading out toward the rest of the ship.
 
As the door opened, the first thing that she noticed was a rather pungent aroma that was completely out-of-place in the environment of a starship. It was a sickly-sweet, putrescent stench that Xandrea could only describe as "slimy."

The corridor was far darker than standard, illuminated by emergency lighting, and even that flickered, and the rhythmic strobing of warning lights. As the woman squinted, she noticed that there almost seemed to be a thin, purplish mist or smoke hanging in the air throughout the corridor in front of her.
 
Xandrea's nose immediately wrinkled itself at the strange odor filling the air as she stepped into the corridor, the door she came through automatically sealing itself behind her, leaving her standing in the dim flickering glow of the emergency lighting. Once more she found the situation more than a little disorientating, the Archimedes looking almost foreign in the inadequate light.

The purple mist that seemed to hang in the air made her think that some kind of disaster or malfunction had befallen the ship as she moved along the corridor, slowly padding in her barefeet deeper into the darkness.
 
As she entered the corridor, she thought she heard some sort of wet, slithering noise coming from ahead. Cautiously, she headed for the bridge.

As she rounded the corner, she came upon a most unexpected and unwelcome sight. The floor, ceiling and walls of the corridor leading to the bridge were covered in some sort of bright, almost phosphorescent purple growth. It appeared as though thick, pulsating purple blood vessels were popping out of the metal and plastic of the ship, branching out and forming a thin, filmy layer over the various surfaces.
 
Her eyes went wide at the sight in front of her, the purple pulsing growth that seemed to be not only covering the walls but almost infused with them as well made her take an instinctive step backward away from it. She moved from one side of the corridor to the other, testing the two other doors in an attempt to find a way around but to no avail.

Xandrea took a few deep breaths, if she wanted to get to the bridge and figure out what was going on she'd have to go through this corridor, carefully she padded towards the purple organic looking substance, stopping just short of it as if trying to figure out if it would be safe to traverse. She warily lifted one bare foot hovering it above the slimy purple substance.

"This is such a bad idea..." She muttered to herself as she pressed her foot down into the slimy purple film covering the floor, whilst it didn't burn it was too slick to just run across as she lifted her other foot onto it and began to move forwards very very slowly toward the bridge which may as well have been a mile away rather than a few dozen meters.
 
The slime felt cold and slippery beneath her feet, almost exactly as she expected, and made a loud, disgusting squelching noise. She tried not to concentrate on this, as she continued forward towards the bridge.

What she did not see, as she got to the hatch leading to the ship's command center, was that the growth seemed to respond to her presence. The veins thickened and pulsated, bulging as they begun to pump excess stored biomass from elsewhere on the ship, up to the bridge to prepare to meet this new intruder.
 
Her toes flexed instinctively against the slimy, slippery surface of the strange substance, she walked slowly but carefully across it, her heart was in her throat every step of the way as if expecting something to happen, until after what felt like a small eternity she found herself at the door leading onto the bridge. Taking a non-too small sigh of relief after it opened without incident and she moved inside.

She hadn't noticed that it had actually reacted to her along the way, she closed the door to the bridge behind her, hoping that she could at least find out something about what had happened if not find actual people still on board.
 
The bridge was not likely the source of the infestation, but it was still heavy there. Pulsating mounds of alien flesh had embedded themselves in the flickering control consoles, and seemed to be slowly taking control of the vessel.

As the door to the bridge closed, it was quickly covered by slime, and sealed shut.
 
The sight of the bridge of the ship in such a state made her gulp loudly, she startled at the sound of the door behind her closing only to see the alien substance completely cover it and seal her in. Her eyes flicked from console to console trying to determine if there was one that was still usable that would allow her to figure out what was going on or at least call for help. Each one seemed to be infused with the same strange slimy substance that the rest of the ship seemed to be infested with.

Her heart was now thumping in her chest as adrenaline began surging through her bloodstream at the idea of being trapped, whatever this stuff was, it wasn't simply just some kind of organic infection, it seemed to be alive in some way. Xandrea's eyes flicked around the bridge trying to find out if there was any other way out, even an air-vent or emergency hatch. She couldn't see anything, leaving her standing in the darkness of the dimly lit bridge, rubbing her arms through the flimsy medical gown as her mind raced, trying to figure something out.
 
There were in fact no ways off the bridge through which a human could escape; it had been designed in fact for that specific reason, to prevent intruders from taking control of the ship. However, the tiny air vents and cable shafts were plenty big to let the growth through...

As Xandrea looked around, she tripped over one of the veins of growth, which lifted itself from the ground. She landed, and found that the growth was suddenly sticky, and adhering to her.
 
Xandrea wasn't paying attention, too busy thinking of a way out of this situation, cursing as she tripped over one of the veins of the growth that seemed to be spreading throughout the ship. She became far more concerned however as she landed and found that rather than it being a slippery, substance that threatened to send her sprawling due to a lack of grip on the way to the bridge now stuck to her with a worrying adhesive strength.

She struggled against it with all the strength she could muster, almost tearing the flimsy medical gown she was wearing before she took several deep breaths, looking around for something, anything that might help her get free.
 
Instead, she noticed that the ooze seemed to be flowing more freely, gathering towards her current position. It was clearly responding to her presence.

From the nearby wall, two blobby pseudopods were beginning to form. They reached out, and quickly grabbed onto Xandrea's arms.
 
As she noticed that the ooze was not only moving but reacting to her presence she began her struggle again in earnest, cursing under her breath at so carelessly getting stuck to it in the first place, she just about managed to pry one own free when the pseudopods that had just grown out of the goo-covered walls grabbed both her arms. That sudden and very active response made her squeak in surprise.

She was now not only struggling to free herself from being stuck to the ooze covered floor but was now struggling against it's far more physical grip.
 
The pseudopods tugged both of her hands back and up, so that she was lifted from the floor. They retracted into the wall, taking her hands with them, pinning her upright and pulling her arms out. The slime enveloped both of her hands and hardened, gluing her to the wall in a spread-eagle position as her feet were likewise pulled apart.
 
Xandrea made an audible gasp as she was yanked upright and dragged up against the wall, she blinked a few times in momentary disorientation as she changing situation sunk in. She looked around, yanked as hard as she could with her arms and legs to pry herself out of the now glue like substance that was holding her spread-eagled up against the wall.

Her heart was thumping in her chest again, having no idea what was happening much less what this strange infestation actually was.
 
A collection of thin, cilia-like growths sprouted up around the outline of her torso, and began to grow up over her flimsy, medical gown. They stuck to it, and tugged, ripping the outfit from her body and casting it to the side, leaving her completely naked and exposed to the alien organism.
 
Xandrea squirmed at the strange new growths as far as her impromptu restraints would allow her too, the strange cilia like growths clinging to her gown made her flinch away slightly at even that muted touch only for her to gasp in surprise as they pulled, tugged and sent the sound of tearing cloth through the dim light of the deserted bridge of the ship.

She blushed and was entirely unable to preserve her modesty as she was stuck quite firmly by hands and feet by the growth to the wall, she now stood there naked and in the dark, wondering what on earth was happening.
 
About a foot in front of her, the slime was gathering into a large, pustule-like mound. It built up, growing like a cyst.

Once it had reached the size of a human head, its topped opened up like one of the eggs in the old Alien movies. Out of it, making strange noises, snaked a long, thick purple tentacle, which seemed to be tipped with a four-part mouth structure. It rose to eye level with Xandrea, and hovered in front of her menacingly.
 
Xandrea watched as the slime seemed to gather up in front of her like some kind of mound, her mouth hung open in shock as she watched it swell up in size, quickly remembering she was trapped in front of this thing she struggled albeit in vain against her organic restraints. Her muscles tensed and flexed all over her nude form as she tugged this way and that in the struggle to free herself.

When the egg like growth seemed to split open, the strange noises and the sight of that long, purple tentacle snaking through the air toward her had her paralyzed in shock as it rose to eye level with her, she dared not even blink now.
 
The tentacle then snaked down, towards her flaccid shaft. It's "mouth" opened, and it began to gently suck on her head.
 
Xandrea squirmed pressing herself back into the ooze covered wall behind her, trying to keep herself as far away from the strange looking tentacle as she possibly could for as long as she could, hoping against hope that she'd find some way to escape before it did whatever it was planning to do. Her eyes followed the strange purple tentacle as it snaked downward.

She had no idea what it was after until the strange mouth like opening parted as it moved toward her flaccid length, her briefly paused struggling resumed in earnest to no avail as it latched onto the head and then sucked gently, once more pausing her struggles as the strangeness of it causing such a pleasant sensation to shoot through her length, making it start swelling within it's grip despite her mind protesting for her not to.
 
The tentacle continued to suck her cock, and she could feel tiny cilia-like hairs like feathers lining its inside, adding to her pleasure. As her shaft hardened and expanded, the tentacle began to swallow more and more of it, until it was practically deep-throating her.
 
Her mind fought with her body with what she was feeling around her cock right now, the length of it stiffened, swollen and being sucked and tugged upon by the strange alien tentacle. The sensation of the cilia like lining inside had her hips squirming back against the ooze covered wall, she struggled again against her organic restraints to no avail.

The only sound that soon filled the room was her increasingly laboured breathing, her eyes becoming almost mesmerised by the motions of the snake like appendage currently latched to her now aching length.
 
The tentacle continued with vigor, running up and down her length at ever greater speeds, evidently dead-set on getting her to orgasm.
 
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