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Alarms flashed red overhead, bathing the corridor in eerie shadows and cold dread. The resounding blare of sound followed just out of time with the flashing colors. Had you been more cognizant of your surroundings, had you not been drowning in adrenaline and fearing each spike in your heart rate, it might have driven you mad.
A hand was pressed over your mouth, muffling some of the rasping gasps that wheezed in and out of your lungs with no chance of relieving the stitch in your side as you stumbled down the carpeted floor despite every instinct screaming for you to run and escape.
But running would do nothing but attract unwanted attention if you didn’t already have it.
You choked on nothing but air as your feet tripped over nothing but their own nerves, inadvertently stomping across the floor as you tried to regain your balance, each resounding thump another beat your heart skipped. You froze, pressing another hand to your mouth as your eyes squeezed shut to stave off tears.
Crying would help nothing. Suck it up.
After agonizing seconds that stretched into centuries and there was no shriek like scraping metal or hollow thumps rapidly approaching from the ceiling, you released a ragged breath and continued along the hallway.
There wasn’t a single trace of life and that enough made you want to curl up on the floor and accept your fate.
How could you ever survive this?
But your ingrained sense of self preservation kept your feet moving in spite of your wishes.
Your heart thumped, sweat gathered at the nape of your neck and your skin prickled with the sting of goosebumps. You hadn’t wanted this, you had never wanted to be here, you shouldn’t have been here.
But the money that was being offered for the position had been too good to pass up. You had hit a bit of a dry spell in the way of finding jobs to snag on various ships in various systems and you were starting to get desperate for a bit of credits. And you had been picked out of everyone that had been applied.
You
, a total nobody out of so many well-known, more qualified professionals.
You should have known it was far too good to be true. They picked you for the specific reason that you were a nobody, so it wouldn’t even be known if you simply disappeared, struck with a fate that only the endless void of space would know.
You didn’t like the things that they collected, the scientists, but you figured it wasn’t any of your business. Scaly eggs and spider-like creatures locked and sealed away in cryogenically frozen packages to prevent any investments lost.
Such creatures invaded your dreams, turning the warm feeling of a sun bearing down on your face into suffocation, stuffing your lungs full of cotton. You stayed as far away as you could possibly manage, but obligation drew you back to the locked evidence room.
Counting scaly eggs made bile sit at the back of your throat, eyes watering with the threat of a gag. Oranzing and stowing away spindly-legged creatures made you shake and tremble with fear.
The scientists laughed at you, calling your behavior close minded in the face of life-changing discovery, arrogant even when standing in the shade of the unknown. They didn’t laugh now. They couldn’t with the knowledge that most of them, if not all were dead.
Those things, the creatures got to them first. Hatching eggs, releasing putrid smells and warm yolk and escaped spiderlings scurrying through the polished walls, hiding in plain sight for their lost victims.
Most everyone ran when it happened, the news splashed in visceral gore on the floor leading back to warped bodies. Two escape pods had already taken off, each held the capacity for fifty-five people. You doubted it even reached a quarter of that before someone impulsively shot the shuttle into space, zeroed in on the promise of survival.
You had to make it to the port before the last two left as well, abandoning you with the very monsters you knew to fear before anyone else did. You refused to die here.
A speaker crackled to life overhead, bearing the signs of damage as the automated voice stuttered through static to evacuate to the escape pods in a orderly manner and you flinched despite yourself.
Either the creatures had made it into the walls and were chewing through wires or one had specifically run through here and slashed up the speaker when the automatic alert turned on.
If it’s the former, that doesn’t pose too much of a problem outside of locking mechanisms on doors… but if it’s the former…
You didn’t dare finish the thought, but your stomach heaved regardless, forcing a hoarse gag from your throat. You wanted to smack yourself for letting such a sound escape you, what a stupid mistake when you
knew
these things mostly operated on hearing rather than sight.
However the hallway remained mercifully silent.
You took a few steps away from the speaker, sliding into the shadows where the lights didn’t reach. You took a moment to settle your stomach, leaning down to spit up some bile onto the carpet, and think about your situation.
Unfortunately you had little information. You had no clue who was alive and who wasn’t. You had no clue what systems were online. You had no clue how many of the eggs hatched or how many of the pre-hatched specimens escaped. By extension, you had no clue how many of the
other things
were running about.
You had to do inventory a number of times, you would have noticed them. So your best guess was this was the next life stage.
Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly via the cocooning stage. Only this is from those spider things into the bigger, faster creature via human bodies as cocoons. Gross.
You spat out some more bile and took a deep, refreshing breath. You were
not
going to die here. You were going to die old and withered and surrounded by comfort.
You stood, staying in the shadows as you considered your options.
That speaker ran every ten minutes roughly. That meant hopefully if one of those things had come by and slashed it, it was ten minutes ago, leaving plenty of time for the creature to wander off. They didn’t seem to stay still for very long.
That also meant there were three ways it could have gone from where you knew the corridor diverted into other hallways. And you only needed to go down one hallway.
But the creature may have been drawn that way due to everyone evacuating, going down that way might mean you would run right into them… Okay. That was fine. You could go down the corridor leading to the artifact atrium instead, there should be a vent that went directly between the two rooms.
You steeled your nerves, putting on a brave face despite the way you were still shaking. You slid from the shadows and started a brisk pace down the hallways, careful to keep your steps light. Traversing over knocked over boxes and any potential bump in the floor, your walk down the hallway suddenly seemed too short and you found yourself at the split off.
You stared down each open doorway, each as just as eerie as the other, leading into nothing but yawning darkness. You waited momentarily for any of the doors to slide shut with a muted hiss like they were supposed to, but they remained open. Guess they did get to some wires.
You stared down the first doorway. It led to the collective barracks and the cafeteria. It had a flashing alarm, but there was no sign of life. You turned and stared down the second. The way to the escape pods. This one had a flashing alarm as well, but there were signs that people had been there. Dropped blankets abandoned in the rush, hair clips, shoes… blood smeared along the sleek tiled floor. You didn’t know how much blood people had in them, but it looked like too much for a single person.
It wasn’t inspiring.
You looked down the third. The way to the artifacts atrium. You had never been down that way, you never gained the clearance. It was the way you had to go. There was no flashing light to give you hope that you were alone in there.
Tears sprung to your eyes and you resisted the urge to groan as you viciously scrubbed at your eyes.
Suck. It. Up.
Your tongue passed over your lips and you stepped into the darkness. You didn’t have any form of light to guide your way.
If I can’t see them, they can’t see me.
Your hand found the wall to provide some semblance of support as you started a stiff shuffle. With each step further into the hallway, your head filled with doubts about your plan and your heart ached to turn back and either risk the security of knowing that the second hallway led directly to the escape pods in spite of the blood or to find a gun to kill yourself with.
Your shoe hit an overturned box and your entire body stiffened until you could be mistaken for a synthetic. You blinked and moved on, stepping over the box and continuing along.
It was quiet, so quiet your ears started to ring and every slight noise sounded like a bomb going off. You recalled your bunkmate once saying that your rabbit heart could be heard from three solar systems over. You seriously hoped he had been joking, but the rushing blood drowning your ears in static gave you your doubts.
The end of the corridor never seemed to come, but when you crossed over the threshold and the wall disappeared from under your hand, it suddenly seemed too short. You really should have thought this through better.
Another speaker cracked overhead and you just about dropped to the floor in your panic, hissing softly as the lights flicked on, practically blinding you.
“Motion identified in atrium centric entrance.” The feminine voice reported in her monotone fashion. “You do not have high enough clearance to access this collection, please leave and report to your commanding officer.”
You sucked your teeth as you ignored the gentle voiced command and ventured deeper into the too bright room. At least you couldn’t spot any carnage in here. Now then, the connecting vent should be in the far corner of the room and it should take you directly into the escape room.
“You do not have high enough clearance to access this collection, please leave and report to your commanding officer.” You winced as you realized the automated voice would likely repeat her command until you left. Maybe there was a reason seemingly no one had come through here.
"You do not have high enough clearance…” The voice started up again as you moved quicker to the far corner of the room, too laser focused to notice the decidedly odd ‘collection’ these scientists had collected throughout this voyage. Nor did you notice how a piece from the collection, cryogenically frozen behind glass twitched before sulking out of sight, a waiting predator.
The vent was low to the ground and small. Really small. Smaller than most of the vents that ran through the ship. You took in a long breath, slowly releasing it before you got to work.
For all of your idiocy thus far, you did have the brains to snag a screwdriver a ways back. You had originally planned to use it as a weapon against any attackers, then you planned to use it to pry your way into an escape pod, now it was your way to salvation.
The head was a bit bigger than the ridges cut into the screw, but the screw turned regardless, twisting its way out of the drill hole. You chewed your lips as you painstakingly undid all of the screws.
The final screw came out with a clink and your fingers slipped into the grates of the vent cover, pulling the metal off, leaning your head down to stare into the vent.
Sure enough you could see the welcoming light of the other room. More than that, you could see people, their feet anxiously moving about as they boarded an escape pod. You were running out of time.
You dropped your screwdriver and dove into the vent opening, managing to wiggle through. It was a tight squeeze, metal pinching at your hips as they passed through the opening, but damn it you could fit and that just about made you sob.
You crawled across the vent floor to the other side, your ears picking up on the sound of hushed whispers.
“We can’t wait anymore. I know you have the best intentions, but I think we’re the last ones.”
“Look, I’m not saying you can’t board the shuttle, but please just wait a bit longer. In testing it was shown that it takes about twenty minutes–”
“What the hell does that matter? Like she said, we’re the only damn ones left.”
“... It takes about twenty minutes to cross from one side of the ship to the other. I don’t want to leave anyone behind, I know you’re scared, but just give it a bit more time. Please.”
“He has a point. There’s what? Almost three hundred of us on board, give or take a few. There’s not even thirty onboard right now, and the other shuttle’s fucked. Get onboard if you’re scared, but let’s wait.”
Their conversation didn’t leave a good feeling in your stomach. If the other shuttle was broken, this was truly your only chance. You stopped at the vent grate, swallowing nervously. There was no gentle way to do this.
“Hey, I need help. I’m in the vent, please help me.” You said in a hushed tone. As you expected, every set of feet you saw startled and you heard the quick cocking of a gun before a man’s face dropped down into view.
He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. You didn’t know him, but the beaming smile he sent you gave you hope.
“Holy shit, hi!” He said before quickly being shushed by other voices, grimacing as he looked over to the empty doorway. “Fuck, sorry. Sorry.”
He turned back to you. “We’ll get you out. How did you get in there? Better yet, do you have anyone else with you?”
He asked as his gaze wandered to the grate, giving a gentle tug as he searched for a way to pull it off without grabbing attention. A shaky, slightly hysterical laugh escaped you.
“I, uh, screwdriver. I saw the blood and thought it might be better to come in this way since I didn’t know anyone was in here.” You said softly. He hummed softly as someone hastily tossed a screwdriver to his side, a few feet disappearing as they loaded the shuttle.
“Your twenty minutes are almost up. Get them out and let’s go already.” A gruff voice said. The man nodded distractedly, picking up the screwdriver and shoving it into the screw head. His gaze wandered beyond you.
“Just you?” He prompted again and you quickly nodded.
“Yeah, just me. I didn’t see anyone alive either, I felt like I was the only person still alive on here.” You said with a strained chuckle. The man, thankfully reciprocated the sound, looking much more at ease as a screw dropped out of place.
“Not quite. Can I ask where you were when it started. Not that I don’t believe you, I just wanna know if you were in a heavily populated area or not.” He said, cursing under his breath as the second screw gave him a bit of trouble.
You swallowed, but answered nonetheless. “I was down at the lab. I was counting inventory.” The man’s hands stalled for a moment before continuing at a much slower pace, cautious.
“Were you?”
“Yeah, but I was in the bathroom when the, uh, outbreak happened. I came back to chaos and… let’s just say natural selection has been trying to get me for a while, I am not a natural born survivor.” You said nervously, a pit growing in your stomach when the man’s hands did not return to their previous speed.
“You do understand what happened right. Please, tell me none of them got to you.” He said slowly, his gaze flicking to your own and holding you like a bug pinned down for inspection. You swallowed and nodded.
“The creepy spider things. I know. None of them got to me.” The man’s hands remained slow and his gaze uncertain. You felt desperate. “Please. I’m not infected or whatever. Please don’t leave me here.”
The man sighed softly. The gruff voice called out again in an agitated whisper and he glanced back at the shuttle, then turned back to you. You could have vomited right then and there if you had anything in your system.
Then he nodded and his hands sped up, quickly cranking the second screw out of place, moving onto the second. “I believe you.”
This time tears did come and you couldn’t stop them as they flowed forth. You thanked him repeatedly as he moved onto the third screw, your lease on life growing longer and longer with every twist of the screwdriver.
Help was
right
there.
You were right there.
Your heart was still racing in your ears, but now there was an overeager smile stretching your lips. Everything was
right there
. You were so focused on the promise of a way out of here that you missed the first set of soft clicking, slowly making its way up the vent shaft.
But you didn’t miss the second. The third screw fell out of place and a low, hissing click rumbled to life just to the right of you. The man’s hands froze and your head whipped around, the steel shadow of death hovering just a foot away from you.
A shriek tore through your throat as you jerked back, the creature lunging for you a second too late as chaos broke out on the other side of the vent grate. You distantly heard the man yell that he was coming before you had struggled your way out of the vent, a rough edge of metal tearing through your skin.
You hastily grabbed the vent grate and slammed it over the open hole, battering at creature’s head and forcing it back for a split second before it started to fight against you. Your shoes slid against the slick floor and you knew this was a losing battle, so you gave a final, harsh shove before turning tail and fleeing.
The creature shrieked as you fled back into the dark hallway leading away from the atrium, your shoes slapping against the floor as you ran. It seemed like the number of things scattered throughout the hallway had doubled as you seemed to trip with every step. The only thing that managed to keep you upright was the creature’s shrieking drawing closer and closer.
You swore you could feel the damn thing’s breath along your neck as you made it back to the fork where the man was waiting, a charge gun whirring in his hands.
“Run! It’s right behind me!” You yelled, ducking under his arm as he lifted the gun, the safety coming off with a click as he prepared to fire. He gave a clipped nod and aimed into the darkness, taking the shot as another shriek rang out.
The shot flew from the gun and into the hall, briefly lighting the walls of the corridor before it hit its target square in the chest. The creature squealed as it dropped to the floor, rolling around as the shot found kindling in its weird skeletal form and a small fire started to eat away at it.
The creature wriggled like a dying bug for a few moments more before it twisted back onto its feet and launched up into the vents. You and the man held your breaths, listening to the fading hollow thumps as the creature retreated.
You released a gasping pant first, breaking the silence and the man followed it with a sigh that merged into a low whistle as he relaxed his stance. He looked over at you with a slight smile pulling at the corners of his lips. It made his eyes crinkle in a pleasant way.
“Holy shit.” He laughed breathlessly, relaxing as much as he could while keeping his tight hold on the charge gun. “You were fast. Seriously, you came out like a bat outta hell.”
You laughed with him, shaking your head. “Thanks. Though you had a great shot, I don’t know how you saw ‘im.” You caught your breath and offered in your hand, giving him your name.”
“I’m Devon, it’s all part of training. I was part of the excavation team so it was my job to keep the brainiacs safe.” He replied, shaking your hand firmly. “We should go. I don’t know when that thing’s coming back and there’s a guy on that shuttle with a bit of a trigger finger. I don’t wanna miss my flight.”
You nodded and gave a precursory glance down the hallway to the escape pods, just to check for any nasty surprises. You didn’t see any and glanced back at your new friend.
Only he suddenly didn’t look so alert, his arms hanging limply by his side. In fact, his whole body suddenly seemed a bit limp as his eyes jumped from the hallway to you, and finally to his chest. There was a wet, squelching sort of tearing sound that you didn’t understand until your gaze moved past Devon’s shoulder to a hanging wire leading up into a torn vent cover. Only it wasn’t a wire and before you could help the wet tearing had cut into the sound of his shirt tearing as the creature’s tail tore through him like he was paper.
You gasped, lurching forward to grab hold of Devon’s arms as the creature started to lift him into the vent, using your weight to hold him down as best as you could. Devon gurgled as he was made into the toy of a twisted game of tug of war.
The creature clicked and growled from its shrouded palace in the shadows, pulling insistently at Devon. In the back of your head you knew you should have run the second you noticed the creature. You doubted Devon could survive this, but you held on with all the desperation in the world.
Devon gasped and choked as blood started their flow between his teeth. His hands found yours, hanging onto his shirt sleeves as tightly as you could. His head twitched with the barest movement of a head shake, his hands sliding beneath your palms to push you off.
You fell back to the floor, unaware as to just how high the creature had lifted the both of you up by the strength of its tail alone. The charge gun dropped down onto you before Devon was dragged away, his choking gurgles fading into silence as he disappeared.
You took hold of the gun, cradling it to your chest as you leapt to your feet, spinning on your heel only to come face to face with the very creature you were trying to evade. The gray-ish mark flaring across its chest let you know exactly who it was. (
How fucking fast did these guys heal?! The damn thing looked months old!
)
You scrambled back as the creature swiped at you, chasing you away from the escape shuttle. You shrieked and ducked away from the razor sharp claws. Then, you did the stupidest thing you had done thus far: you ran.
You weren’t joking when you said that natural selection had it out for you, you were not a natural born survivor.
You ran back into the singular hallway that led back to the labs, hearing not only the pursuit of your attacker, but also the engine start up of the escape shuttle. You sobbed as you ran, knowing that you were still there, knowing that Devon could have been on that ship, knowing that unless another ship came by and took mercy on you, you were stuck here.
You screamed as the creature pounced, missing you by an inch as it crashed into a few stacked med kits. You adjusted the charge gun in your grasp, trying to rev up a shot as you ran, the gun slowly whirring to life against your chest.
The creature scrabbled against the carpeted floor, claws catching traction to right itself as it resumed the chase. You side ached, not only from lack of proper oxygen, but you became aware of the cut lancing across your hips.
Your focus was ripped away from the cut as you turned a corner, your mind rapidly trying to remember the layout of this floor. There should be an elevator up ahead around the next corner, and on the assumption they chewed through that wire, there should be stairs nearby to lead you down onto the next floor.
Once you got down there you could find a place to hide until you could make it to the communications center and pray and a nearby ship picked up on your distress call. The creature wailed its grating call, pushing you to move faster and faster until you rounded the next corner and the wide open doors of the elevator came into view.
Problem was, you saw no elevator. You looked over your shoulder, the creature hadn’t come around the corner yet. You had time to check.
You came to a screeching halt at the elevator opening, casting a quick glance into the empty shaft. It looked like the elevator had stalled a few meters down. Stuck between this floor and the next.
There was no time to truly consider what you were doing before the creature came careening around the corner and you found yourself jumping off the edge and dropping onto the roof of the elevator which creaked in protest under your weight.
Your side hurt where you had landed on it, a bruise sure to blossom hours later, but you scrambled to your feet in spite of the pain. This was a stupid decision to make, one you hadn’t thought out in the slightest, but you worked with what you had.
On every elevator shaft there was a maintenance ladder so the elevators could be maintained or, in case of a failure, people could safely evacuate. You doubted that thing could follow you past the elevator with the flutes protruding along its back.
For a moment you doubted you would be able to fit. The space between the elevator and the ladder was a tight squeeze, but you thought back to the vent and got to work wiggling into the space.
The creature leered over the empty space of the shaft just as you wiggled your shoulders into the space. The thing shrieked and you shrieked back, your feet slipping against the ladder rungs as you panicked, trying to wriggle down further.
You slipped a few feet, another terrified scream tearing through you as images of you plummeting to your death filled your head, the charge gun slipping from your grasp and falling down the elevator shaft. You tightened your grasp on the ladder, cursing until your feet found steady ground again as you shook.
The creature fell on top of the elevator, landing with a hollow thump as the elevator creaked louder, unhappy with the weight being forced onto it.
As you had expected, the creature was unable to fit into the ladder space and growled in frustration, the very sound like nails on a chalkboard, sending shivers down your spine. The creature reached its arm into the space, blindly swiping at you, trying to find traction to pull you up.
You shrunk into yourself to avoid the claw-tipped hands, hissing as you felt the back of your shirt catch. For a moment you feared the creature had caught you regardless of this chase, regardless of your fear keeping you running, but when the creature’s hand continued to swipe and claw the air, you realized the elevator had caught onto your shirt.
Taking a quick breath, you adjusted your grasp on the ladder and started a shaky descent, freezing up every time your foot slipped on a rung, the awareness that you were easily fifty feet up shaking you to your core.
Once you had moved a few rungs down and was comfortably out of the creature’s reach, you stopped to try getting your shirt free. The creature seemed to grow more and more aggravated with the growing space, wailing and growling in anger as it thrashed about the elevator.
Despite its relentless battering, trying to force its way into the space between the elevator and the wall, the elevator did nothing more but whine in protest, starting a slow sway. Your hands moved faster to get your shirt loose lest the elevator wire snap and take you down with it.
The creature screeched, the elevator creaking turned into metal dragging on metal, and your hands grew increasingly unsteady the longer your shirt refused to give.
The creature shrieked, your hands desperately tugged at your shirt, now trying to tear yourself free, and the elevator fell.
You didn’t know what quite did it, what the catalyst was, but if you had to hazard a guess it was probably a errant lash from the creature’s tail that cut through the elevator’s wire and sent the damn thing careening to the bottom of the shaft, taking you with it.
You didn’t even have time to get a breath of air, feeling the lift start the long fall, feeling your shirt pull you down, tearing you from the safety of the ladder, before you were falling.
The elevator groaned as it fell, sparks flying as it dragged against the metal walls of the shaft. You gasped sharply, adrenaline running through your veins so hard it hurt as you fell.
Your body twisted in vain, trying to find a foothold that would save you, but you felt nothing but air. Then something found you, winding into the belt loops of your pants, jerking you to a stop so fast your shirt tore as the elevator continued to fall.
The back of your shirt tore off, leaving your back and part of your own exposed and you yelped, arms still flailing as you tried to reorient yourself. Your gaze snapped upwards (
or was it down?
) and you saw heaven and hell at the same time.
The creature had found the ladder, and its tail had found you, the spearpoint tip holding you up by your belt loops. You panted and the creature clicked, shifting its weight as you started to struggle again. Perhaps dying with the elevator would be kinder.
The creature hissed in displeasure and a hand closed around your ankle, the tail disappearing to hang limply as the creature started to climb back up.
You screamed for help despite the knowledge it was pointless and struggled as much as you could, but the creature’s grip remained steadfast and your struggle amounted to little more than making all the blood rush to your head and giving you a headache.
The creature climbed steadily, having no issue managing the ladder and your relentless squirming. You desperately scanned the walls for a potential weapon with Devon’s charge gun being gone, but the shaft had nothing but metal walls and loose wires.
You kicked and screamed as the creature climbed onto the carpeted floors, roughly jerking you up before releasing your ankle. You landed sprawled on the floor, your head spinning as blood rushed back into your body. You hastily shook your head to clear some of your disorientation and clambered to your feet to start another chase before you figured out why the creature had let you go.
You didn’t even make it five steps before the creature pounced like a housecat playing with a mouse, pinning you down to the floor with its grossly long fingers. The creature shrieked right next to your ear, hissing lowly as it hovered above you.
You kicked and squirmed, but with your arms being trapped beneath you and your back turned to the creature, there was little damage you could inflict. The creature seemed to be aware of this as well as it hissed and momentarily pulled away to flip you onto your back.
Despite staring into the face of death, you continued to fight. You would fight until your dying breath. With your hands free, you launched into scratching at the creature’s scarred chest, trying to look for a weak spot to dig your nails into.
The creature hissed as your nails scrabbled over a tender spot, a rough hand closing down on your wrists as the creature’s mouth opened and to your horror, a much smaller mouth shot out from behind its teeth, snapping just before your eyes.
You flinched and slammed your eyes, knowing this was the end of everything. Your side ached and the cut on your hip stung and you felt tired and you felt damn guilty about getting Devon killed for nothing.
You expected the end to come quickly, to feel sharp teeth ripping through you, and while you felt the cool, sticky wetness of drool leaking down onto you, teeth never came.
Your eyes peeked open, peering through your eyelashes to stare warily at the creature as it hovered over you, second mouth retracted as it clicked and rasped. It still held your wrists in an unforgiving grip as its weight shifted, laying heavy weight over your body to keep you still as the creature settled.
Chest rattling with uneven breaths, you trembled as the creature settled in, laying chest to chest, its lower half slipping between your legs. It made a few sharp clicks, its face hovering over yours curiously, dripping cold drool onto your neck.
The creature huffed and hissed as it pressed its mouth just under your eye, nuzzling at your face, smearing more drool. After a moment, its mouth slid open and you could feel the second mouth-thing dragging across your cheek, licking you like a dog would.
A stifled gasp escaped you as the creature continued to lap at your face, its hips shifting against the seat of your pants as it adjusted its weight to better lap at your face. You tried turning your face away, but the creature was persistent in its goal to seemingly cover you in a thick layer of slime, following you whichever way you turned your face.
And whether the creature was aware of it or not, everytime it chased after your face, the creature bumped against your crotch, igniting desires that were truly out of place here.
You gasped, ducking your head as the creature’s pelvis ground against you, your body twitching with interest. The creature huffed as it ended up with a mouthful of your hair rather than your skin like it had wanted, grumbling as it dropped more weight onto you, leaving you helpless to squirm away from the ignorant motion of its hips.
Hips pressing to yours in an unwelcome motion, you gasped softly, swallowing down a whine as your core started to tingle with rising arousal.
“D-don’t fucking do that.” You groaned under your breath, figuring it was probably useless trying to dissuade this thing from moving like that, but you really weren’t sure about getting off in the middle of all this carnage.
The creature chuffed, grazing its teeth across the line of your jaw, prompting you to flinch and jerk away, momentarily succeeding in putting some space between you before a tail wrapped around your ankle and yanked your back under it.
“O-Oh! Shit!” You huffed, your words ending in a low moan as the motion had you inadvertently grinding against the creature, sending sparks up your spine as your core tightened in arousal.
Now is not the time for this, goddamn it!
The creature clicked rhythmically as it stared down at you, finally taking notice of your preoccupation. Its head tilted as it clumsily rolled its hips against you, trilling softly as the motion had your body stiffening as you bit your lip.
You hadn’t really managed to get around on this ship, and you knew you were a little repressed, but the pace your body managed to get revved up for the promise of an orgasm not by your own hand was a little embarrassing.
The creature shifted again, grinding down harder, prompting another moan. You shuddered, trying to pry your wrists out of the creature’s grasp, but it’s hand held fast as it started to grind insistently.
“Stop that!” You protested, arching your back to avoid the creature pressing against your crotch. “Fucking quit.”
The creature ignored your words as its free hand dropped down to your hips, jerked you back into place just in time for its hips to snap against you, sharply digging into the flesh on your ass, tilting its hips at an angle that had you choking on a whine of misplaced pleasure.
The creature’s fingers sunk into the flesh of your hips as it took a steady hold to keep you in place as its pace grew more steady, pushing heavy breaths out of you as its skeletal form pressed in all the right places. Pathetic sound bubbled at the back of your throat as your body jolted.
Arousal warmed and curled in your stomach like a coiling spring, the creature’s newfound awareness of your body’s reaction paired with your lack of sexual activity in the last few months creating a storm of mixed feelings as the creature shamelessly fed into your arousal. You shuddered, knowing that this creature had attacked you, chased you, hunted you down, and here you were shuddering and gasping under it like you were a shy virgin all over again.
The creature chuffed again, resuming the way it nuzzled your face as its pelvis went from humping against you to refusing to leave the warmth of your crotch melting through your pants, short, stilted grinds bumping against your arousal, winding the coil tighter and tighter.
It felt like your insides were turning to mush, your body chasing the pressure the creature provided. A violent shiver wracked your body as the creature let out a muted screech, its claws digging into your hips, muscles jumping to attention as the creature slouched over you.
You groaned as your eyes threatened to slip shut in the wake of your oncoming orgasm, trying to peel your tongue off of the roof of your dry mouth as the creature’s hips sped up. In another time you would wonder if the creature gained any pleasure from this dry humping, but in the moment, your mind had wandered far, far away.
Your chest heaving as you were dragged closer and closer to a crumbling precipice, still vaguely trying to fight off the onslaught of pleasure the creature was giving you. Your breath stuttered as the creature’s teeth grazed over your lips before the final rough grind of its hips burned away any remaining thoughts in your head as the damn broke and bliss bubbled and boiled over, spilling into every corner of your body.
You moaned, your eyes slipping shut as the concoction of pleasure and fear became too much to handle and you found yourself cumming into your pants, your hips instinctively chasing after the creature, grinding against its hard skin, coaxing you into paradise.
You shuddered as the peak of your orgasm rose and fell like a tsunami, washing away your tense muscles and leaving you feeling boneless. Your head fell back against the floor as you panted, your awareness of your surroundings momentarily fading as you tried to enjoy the slow drawl of your orgasm.
At some point the creature must have stopped humping you, but it remained licking all over you as you panted. Guilt quickly filled your veins like acid and you took a long breath, opening your eyes to consider what you had just done, but your guilt was short lived.
You should have known the sound of your orgasm would have attracted more of these things if the sound of your chase or struggling didn’t. Fear returned like a blistering frost against your skin as you eyes cast around the previously empty hallway, taking into notice how many of these things lurked by, hissing and growling as they took stock of their prey.