Comm: Alien Slime Queen

Summary: A mercenary is sent to investigate an incident at a remote mining outpost along with a crack squad of security ops; they encounter a slime woman who devoured the workers on hand, and would soon devour the cavalry too. But she singles out one particular mercenary, seemingly for amorous reasons. A commission for an anonymous client.

[Story Listing]

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Matty knew it was a bad idea to send a squad to this particular outpost. His taskforce was assigned to the mission to investigate the distress signal originating from a remote company outpost, located beyond colonized space. Worlds outside their intergalactic borders were unpredictable unknowns, speculated for their wealth without giving due consideration to the risks they posed. 

Matty was an engineer, and a reluctant veteran within this line of work. He had seen a lot of crap play out, so much that not much really phased him anymore. He observed the long laundry list of red flags crop up one after another: a broken down telecommunications array, no response from anyone on comms. All to turn off the distress signal at the base.

It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that they were assigned to a suicide mission. Matty intended to get out in one piece, and let the buff security with the standard issue pulse rifles take the falls for him. So he memorized the facility layout, triangulated the position of the distress beacon, and planned to be in and out within an hour. 

But even the best of plans unravel when you encounter the monster of the week. When the strike team overheard screams of help beyond one of the twisting corridors, they approached, guns cocked, with Matty the engineer heading up the rear. They arrived just in time to witness a space miner descend into the open maw of a monstrous slime woman. 

Her throat let out a guttural sob as it bulged, pumping as her mouth stretched wider to fit the full-grown man inside of her. Her rotund curves puffed in all directions as the man landed heavily into her gut, his goggles and helmet melting away within her viscous green form; he shot a panicked glance at the rescue party, just in time for his skin, his muscles, various organs, and the rest of his outfit disintegrated into bubbles, the acrid stench of sizzling flesh filling the air as the man was rapidly reduced to bone. 

The slime woman turned towards the party with a forlorn expression on her face. She was enormous, towering at least two, maybe three feet taller than any of the peak specimen soldiers crowding the tunnel. And she had a sensuous, oversexed body; her hips were wide, her breasts perky and perfect, and her nipples... they looked erect at first, but they swayed like small tentacles. 

She bit her lip, her body shuddering, her body sloshing with every movement as she visibly tensed her body to avoid moving. So many lights were shining on her; she moaned, spreading her legs as her lower body ejected a pile of bones that used to be a living human.

"D-don't... come closer..." She warned, her voice a harsh whisper. "Don't... I..."

She opened her mouth, her jaw unhinging in an unsettling way. From her lips emerged a writhing slime tentacle, which prodded the air. One soldier shone his flashlight at the fat base of the bulbous tentacle; a moment later, it rushed towards the man holding the flashlight, hoisting him in the air.

"Ahm sowwy!" She moaned, drawing him closer to her open mouth. It was then that the strike leader gave the order to open fire; their pulse rifles lit up as they blitzed round after round into her figure. This caught her to drop the prone guard as she moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as her semiliquid form stretched as the bullets drove through her. 

"N-no... so... so haaaawwwt..." She slurred, her hips rocking on her own as she slumped backwards. She spread her legs, revealing her puffy, bulging vulva; her lower body visibly writhed before another tendril emerged out from between her labia folds, ensnaring another guard. 

"I'm so... horngry..." She murmured, her hands lashing out to scoop up two more guards, and rose them to her wide open mouth, her tongue lolling as her hips thrust, using another guard as a leather-clad dildo for her pleasure. Caustic slime was splattering across the walls.

Matty grimaced and, eager not to be made into a vessel for carnal pleasure, he retreated and took an alternate path to the telecommunications tower. He signed on with his employee ID, hurried punched in the prompts to disable the distress beacon and then, upon confirmation, was already bolting for the ship. 

He shot a glance over his shoulder, watching the last of the security force descending down the slime woman's gullet. They exchanged a brief glance before Matty continued to beeline for the ship. He had time to make his break; even as the sole survivor, he'd be able to collect his paycheque, along with the paycheques of all those other sorry bastards, and maybe lay low on an offworld...

...If the goddamn autopilot would actually cooperate! He tried to set a course for liftoff: invalid destination. At some point, the system began to ignore his inputs entirely. Access goddamn motherfucking denied!? 

"No... nooooo..." The familiar woman's sad voice called out again, oddly dissonant. Matty slammed the blast doors shut... for all the good they did as, moments later, they melted down into a molten slurry, the slime woman lurching forward. Her limbs flailed in the air, tipped with tendrils as her whole body rose from the ground. Matty tried to back away, but he was surrounded by electronic consoles!

"Sss... sorry..." Her body shuddered as she tumbled over, pinning him to the ground. His entire body nestled between her oversexed breasts; he struggled for release, feeling his skin burn as his clothes disintegrated around him. In a matter of moments, he'd be dead!

He tried to reach for a pistol on the stand, but he couldn't reach; one of her slimy tendrils coiled around his wrist and pulled his hand closer to grope her buxom. Her body jiggled with the slightest motion, her hollow-eyed expression seemingly looking right through him. Her body became increasingly liquid, her formless body wrapping around him as the last scraps of clothing fabric evaporated into her form. 

And then, nothing. He opened his eyes slowly, expecting death to grab him instantly. But she hovered over him, her heavy weight pinning him to the ground. Her mouth was agape, drips of slime oozing from her long tongue. 

"...Wh... what are you do-urgh!" 

She lurched forward, her mouth writhing from her mouth like a fat worm; it plunged into his mouth and down his throat, more tendrils plugging into his ears. 

A vision flashed through Matty's mind as her slime enveloped his brain. He found himself in the body of a woman, an equipment procurer at the facility... but he also experienced an odd double perspective, tinged in green, an alien creature stalking her silently for several days, probing her at night, before settling inside of her womb. Within a matter of moments, he understood how their bodies merged together, their instincts gelled. The muted objections of the still-human mind paled to their mutual interests to grow, multiply, and thrive.

Maddy zipped back to reality as the woman drew back her tendrils. His eyelids fluttered open, the slime looming over him. One name came to mind. 

"Eve?" Matty uttered. "Why..."

"I need you." Eve uttered, her body shuddering as she moaned softly. Her body was already moving before the words came out. Matty, half submerged in her sticky biomass, was pulled from the ground as she pulled herself into a standing position. His arms were forced through into her bouncing breasts, her soft slimy body holding him in place as he adhered firmly to her belly; his legs pulled into her stomach so that only his back and butt were free of the slime. 

His dick tingled with energy as small flicks of slime tentacles coiled around. He glanced down, watching his dick expand painfully in all directions. He wasn't particularly well-endowed to begin with, but with each painful thrust, he watched as his cock swelled in painful surges, the veiny mass doubling, then tripling in size... as big as a goddamn horse!

He grunted as his body began to thrust on its own into her midriff, the folds of her slimy skin parting and tugging possessively at him, as if eager to bring him closer to the core of her body. She panted like a whore, reclining against a far wall, her hips rocking on their own. Some instinct took hold of her as she hobbled away from the artificial lighting of the ship and deeper to the now unlit parts of the facility. Shame washed over her as her body lurched wetly with each step; there was a comfort in the darkness. 

In the dim light, they hunkered down at the dead end of a partially excavated mineshaft, Eve's body flopping over onto her backside so that Matty could ride her on time. Her body, soft to the touch, almost collapsed instantly under his weight, but quickly firmed up. Her body jiggled like a lime green waterbed, her body possessively pulling Matty deeper in and out of her, likening his body to a smooth, bony dildo. 

Matty pulled and tugged at her form. It was like reaching into jelly, but it would firm up like glue and hold him in place. Pleasure rocked his both with the aftershocks of each thrust, her moans syncing with her warbled, deep throaty cries. He winced, crying as he came right into her. He looked blearily through one eye, seeing a pale white cloud of semen swirling around inside of her. 

"More... please..." Eve slurred. "Not enough..." 

She shuddered to her feet, her body pulling deeper at Matty, her well-formed feet stepping into puddles of her own shuddering biomass; she seemed like she was about to melt down on the spot, and the rhythmic sensation of her toes curling, pulling at stranges of her own ooze, and massaging her liquid mass soothed her. The sensation of stepping on herself, and of being stepped on, her both rhythmically gyrated. 

More tendrils coiled around Matty as she thrust him deeper, coaxing his cock to greater and greater scale. Now the size of his leg, it pressed against her backside with each thrust. 

She moaned, arching her back as a fat tentacle emerged from her backside, just above her voluptuous ass. It twisted through the air, hoving over the wall. She licked her pouty lips as small, spherical shapes could be seen coursing through a canal in her tail. Matty watched with horror as he recognized the pale white masses to be eggs, ones which exited from her ovipositor, to be deposited along the wall in small nests...

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Matty's cock was forever warped by that sexual encounter. Eve held him close, unwilling... or perhaps unable to let him go. Her thoughts clouded his mind, as did hers. Though struggling to speak, their ideas mindled together in a shared tapestry of the mind. 

Eve loved Matty, and her body, which disintegrated and devoured most anything else, treated him differently. Maybe the desire for a romantic companion to break through the loneliness, or maybe the natural life cycle of the alien hybrid she had become, but she had taken him as her mate for life. Matty was pulled inside of her, hovering in the safety of her voluptuous body, insulated from anything that could hurt him, only being allowed out to cuddle her. 

Her body resonated with his warmth and, as their minds aligned, they were more and more able to control one another's bodies; they were constantly in a state of fucking each other senseless, his monstrous cock (now more prehensile, almost like another tentacle) slipping free from her to fuck her slimy pussy. 

They came to enjoy one another's company. But there was a problem that Matty discovered, and shared with Eve. The ship's autopilot was disabled—he believed by the company itself, so that whoever was sent to disable the distress signal would be made to disappear forever. And the facility was running out of food...

So after Eve devoured the whole ship, piece by piece, they both together reactivated the distress beacon. More people would arrive... more to devour, and with them another ship, perhaps to commandeer and ride to a honeymoon among the stars.