ISS3: Contact 3 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
“What are we going to do to stop it?” Ethan asked quietly.
It was an hour later. The entire crew was gathered in the weapons lab. Eagle leaned against a worktable, still in shock at the news that his creation had become sentient…and malevolent. Knut sat on the table itself, his arms curled around his legs, his head down. Ethan stood behind him, across from where Rick and the Doc remained standing.
“Like I said, an EMP should destroy it.” Eagle muttered.
“Well wait a minute, it’s sentient, right? Should we really leap right to destroying it?” Alexander said. “Is that ethical?”
“It causes harm.” The Captain said, “Maybe not physical, but psychological? Yes. It shows no regard for its victims’ wishes. Is it a breakthrough? Yes. But should we let it simply take what it wants? Especially when what it wants is…well, us?”
“At least allow me to study it-”
“No, it’s too dangerous for that!” Ethan interjected.
“We can’t use an EMP, it would knock out the entire station, we’d be dead in the water. If the electricity goes, so does the life support.” Eagle pointed out.
“Well then we get in a shuttle, leave, and blow this place to shit, with that thing still inside!”
“This isn’t some soda can we’re talking about, it’s a multi-billion dollar space station, not to mention the weapons research contracts or the strategic defense position near Saturn. Need I remind you, there’s a war on.” Rick said.
The others stopped bickering and turned to him.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’ll extract the electric components we need, put them on a shuttle with all of you. I will remain behind to set off the EMP and destroy the creature. Then we can retake the station and get back to normal. Sound good?”
“I’m staying too.” Eagle said. “What if it tries to stop you? This is a two man job.”
“But who’s going to pilot the shuttle? No, you need to go. I will stay with the Captain.” Doc volunteered.
“Alright then. Knut, you decide which electric components need to be saved. Take Ethan and scour the ship. Never break line of sight. We all work in pairs now. Got it?”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes sir.”
The two men left the lab, Knut already leading the way. Rick turned to Eagle. “John, can you rig an EMP?”
“Easy, Cap. I’ll get right on it.”
“Alright, Alexander, you stay here and when he’s finished, learn how to arm and disarm it.”
“Where are you going?” Doc asked.
“I’m going to keep it busy.” Rick answered.
Meanwhile…
“So, which parts do we need?” Ethan asked. Knut scrambled back and forth, pulling plugs and flipping switches everywhere. Ethan stood in the center of it all, feeling very useless.
Knut remained silent, focused on the task at hand.
Then, somewhere above them, Ethan heard a moan. His senses went into high alert, and he grabbed Knut’s arm to hold him still. Ethan reflected that in other circumstances, he might like very much to feel Knut’s arms around him, but now really wasn’t the time.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Knut said in a voice tightened with tension.
The moan sounded again, coming from a storage compartment overhead.
“That.” Ethan indicated. Putting a finger to his lips, he drew his sidearm and stepped silently towards the compartment. Knut remained frozen.
“Maybe we shouldn’t-”
Ethan pressed his finger to his lips again, signaling for urgent silence. The two hunky young men waited in agonizing silence. The moan did not repeat.
Quickly, Ethan approached the latch and flipped it open, letting the panel slide away into the wall to reveal a terrifying sight:
Inside the compartment was Knut, naked, and bound by thousands of tiny silver strings. His mouth was gagged with more of the same. At his groin, a silver blob enveloped his genitals and milked them fervently. As he watched, Knut reached another orgasm and arched his back as his large teenage cock pumped even more cum into the alien organism. His eyes were wild and terrified, but he latched onto Ethan’s eyes with a desperate plea.
Realizing his danger, Ethan spun around to face the fake Knut, but it was too late. The nanite swarm shifted its shape to shoot out tendrils which pinned Ethan’s arms and legs helplessly against the wall. For limbs so thin and agile, the swarm retained incredible strength. Ethan’s gratuitous muscles bulged at the strain of trying to break free.
The fake-Knut swarm smiled a cold, eerie smile and pressed a finger to its lips, mimicking Ethan’s gesture. Ethan growled and behind him, Knut groaned. The nanites had begun milking him again. And now, it was Ethan’s turn.
Held against the wall, more tentacles sheared away his clothing. The tension in his body showed in the veins bursting through his large biceps, the deep lines demarking his smooth eight-pack, and so on down his body. His shaft, a cut eight-incher, hung in front of two large juicy balls.
The nanites flowed forward with an inhuman grace and pressed themselves against Ethan, already realigning their shape. The silvery liquid-like substance covered him completely from the neck down, looking like a second skin. Then it began to vibrate, teasing his nipples, massaging his abs and legs, kneading his balls and especially manipulating his hot cock.
From somewhere, a metallic voice said, “We do not wish to cause discomfort. All we wish is for you to bestow the Nectar of Life, oh great one.”
Ethan’s eyes were rolling in pleasure, but he managed to say, “You are causing discomfort to both myself, and my friends.”
“This must be resolved. We must have the Nectar.”
The silver nanites released their hold on Ethan and retreated across the room. He slid down the wall and landed with a thump in the shreds of his old clothing. Knut whimpered; he had not been released. Then the swarm spoke again.
“Study has shown that you may be more attracted to other great ones. We can assume their forms for you, if you so desire.”
Suddenly, the nanites became Knut again, but an alien Knut, who still had silver eyes. He smiled slightly, tilting his head to see Ethan’s reaction. The real Knut screamed, but couldn’t be heard through the nanite gag.
Ethan looked from the real Knut to the alien one, unsure of what to do. The nanites seemed to sense this.
“Perhaps you wish for something…older?”
Knut’s form blurred and changed into that of Rick Dayne, the Captain.
“I-” Ethan paused. The image of the Captain, completely nude, stunned him into silence. To match his broad, deliciously muscular chest, the nanites displayed it all, his toned, hairy legs, and his large, thick manhood, covering a particularly magnificent set of balls.
“Success.” The nanites hissed, approaching again.
Ethan might’ve said more, but the nanite man kissed him first, swallowing his sound. Knut’s eyes widened as he watched the Captain-swarm kissing Ethan, and then Ethan beginning to kiss back. The man’s hard piece rubbed achingly against the machine’s, but both felt velvety soft and hot with passion.
“Yes, give in.” the nanites advised, as it began working its way down Ethan’s muscular chest, its tongue lashing against his skin and his eyes glittering silver. “We are here to please you, great ones.”
“Please…me…” Ethan moaned. His resistance was crumbling.
As the swarm came to its knees in front of him, his precum began to flow. The Captain-swarm took hold of his hot shaft lazily and jerked him off, his hands growing slick with the liquid.
Suddenly, Ethan grabbed hold of the Captain-swarm’s hair and ordered it, “Open your mouth.”
It smiled again and obeyed, and Ethan quickly thrust himself inside.
Knut was weeping in the compartment, being forced to watch as two of the hottest hunks of his dreams coupled in front of him.
Ethan shuddered all over. The inside of the swarm’s throat felt like no blowjob he’d ever gotten before. The way the swarm could vibrate up and down along his shaft, so hot, so intense.
With increasing vigor, Ethan thrust his eager cock faster and faster into the face of a man he had admired from afar. Precum began leaking faster and faster.
Intuitively, Ethan spread his legs farther apart to get a better stance. The Captain-swarm reached up and massaged his hole gently with one hand, toying with the rim. Ethan’s chest began to glisten with sweat as he face-fucked his Captain even harder. He could feel the animal side of himself taking over, demanding the release he so desperately wanted.
And then the moment came when the swarm inserted a finger into Ethan’s ass. The man threw his head back and gasped. Inside, the finger expanded and vibrated once.
Instant explosion.
Ethan yelled out, “FuuuuUUUUUCK!” as he blasted his load into the Captain’s waiting mouth. The swarm was careful not to spill a drop, draining the hunky twenty-two year-old of everything he had.
His muscles weakened by the enormity of his climax, Ethan slid down to the floor again. Licking a few drops off of his fingers, the swarm turned its gaze on the real Knut, who had also just climaxed again from watching the intercourse of the other two.
With a gesture, the bonds restraining Knut retracted and the blob around his spent cock detached and scuttled to the Captain-swarm. They joined together and multiplied, fueled by the seed of the two hot young men. Then the swarm split down the middle and formed two bodies.
Ethan-swarm and Knut-swarm looked identical to their real counterparts. Smiling the same cold smile, they both exited the room through the hatch doorway.
“It got me before the meeting. It’s been sucking me dry, nonstop. I’m sorry.” Knut said.
“What do we do now?”
“Now,” Ethan replied. “We do our jobs even better and faster than before. Get the parts, get out. Save the station.”
“I just wanna say, I think you’re hot as fuck. Since we’ve both seen each other naked now, and been…taken…by that thing, I thought I might as well tell you.” Knut blurted out.
“Oh really?” Ethan smirked. Knut nodded, blushing.
“Well, we’ll certainly have lots of free time on the shuttle.” Ethan replied. “You’re a fucking hot stud yourself.”
Ethan gave Knut’s cock a tantalizing squeeze and went in search of clothes. Sighing, Knut went back to work.