Ulysses 6 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
A secret war was being waged on C deck. And the tide was turning.
The Landing Bay
It was mostly quiet now. The pilots had gone from the ships in response to the curfew, but essential personnel were allowed access, and being a mechanic made AJ essential. He had to take care of the R-9 Raptors, or else valuable pilots could die.
The recent skirmish with the Tyreni had left one bird in bad shape. AJ could fix it, but it would take a lot of effort. With a groan, he slid out from under it and stood up, stretching his sore muscles. He felt the urge to just jerk off. After all the hard effort, he deserved a little relief. And seeing the smoking hot Raptor jockey Derek walking around in his skintight flight suit had AJ riled up.
He massaged his cock through his fatigue pants, bringing it to full hardness. The full seven inch length was clearly outlined by the loose fabric. He continued to feel himself and rubbed his chest with the other hand. AJ was just about to open his fatigues, grease up his hands and get busy – when he heard a sound.
AJ stopped moving and looked around. Most of the lights were off, so he couldn’t see that far, but he didn’t see anything that looked like a person. Silence was all he heard. He gave his shaft a hopeful squeeze – maybe he could still get his rocks off without going all the way back to-
The sound made him pause again. A kind of skittering tap tap tap. AJ grabbed the flashlight out of his toolbelt and flicked it on, shining it at the floor – maybe there were rodents.
“Hello?” he called. His voice echoed off the empty Raptors. He decided he was being silly, but nonetheless, his hackles were up. He shook it off as being desperately horny. He closed his eyes for a moment, conjuring up an image of his favorite crush – Derek. And since he was imagining the starpilot, he imagined his smile, curving seductively under his mop of dark hair. His imaginary Derek strode confidently toward him, and when he reached AJ he ripped his shirt open, reaching in and running his smooth hands across AJ’s bare chest and down to his waist, pulling him close and kissing him fiercely. Without breaking the kiss, Derek reached down and his hand slipped into the waistline of AJ’s fatigues, and suddenly his rough hand was grasping –
AJ open his eyes with a gasp. He still had a hardon, and he could feel precum soaking through his boxers. But he wasn’t alone anymore – three silver spider-like creatures were on the floor in front of him, looking at him.
“What are you?” he asked. The spiders chittered electronically but gave no intelligible answer.
Cautiously, he held his hand out, palm up, in the universal sign of peace. The spiders approached all at once, and one of them gently scooted onto his hand. The others waited by his feet.
“What do you want? Are you hungry?” AJ asked. The spider seemed to understand him, and bobbed up and down for yes.
Encouraged by the communication, AJ asked, “Well, what do you eat? I’ll get you some.”
The spider hopped off his hand, and AJ was nervous that he’d frightened it. But it skittered over to its fellows and they began to morph together. AJ’s eyes widened as he realized the magnitude of this technology. They flowed together, legs disappearing, and formed a silvery approximation of the largest cock AJ had ever seen, complete with heavy balls. As he watched, it came, spurting a little silvery essence onto the floor. Then the spiders separated and danced over to the “cum” droplets, sucking them up.
“You eat…cum?” AJ hesitated.
“Nectar.” One of them chirruped, and the others bobbed affirmative.
“Awesome! My load was just gonna go down the drain, but you guys can definitely have it. Here.”
AJ unzipped his pants and lowered them, revealing his tented boxers. The spiders bobbed with excitement. He shed his boxers too, letting his erection slap stiffly against his stomach. With a deadly compulsion, he wrapped his fist around his cock and began to pump it, driven by a deep aching need for release.
The spiders chirruped and suddenly climbed up AJ’s outstretched legs. Then, before he had time to react, they melted together again and molded themselves onto his cock. He let go, and suddenly his pleasure soared as the silvery creatures began to lovingly milk his meaty shaft.
“Oh my god. This is the best dream ever.” AJ muttered, as it had to be a dream. It was just too good to be real. Just looking down, he appeared to have a silver cock, which twitched and moved as he was serviced. He leaned back against an R-9 and let the creatures do their work. Damn, it felt better than his fist any day. It felt better than most blowjobs he’d gotten. They knew, somehow, exactly where to stroke and how and when.
He felt his body tensing up, and with a cry he blasted his semen into the silver coating. The blob formed a kind of condom sheath around him, collecting all of his liquid without spilling a drop. He collapsed back against the Raptor as his orgasm shook his body. He realized he was still cumming. This was the most he’d come in ages.
When his cock had been sucked dry again, the silver blob descended from his crotch, and he touched himself carefully to see if he was alright. To his surprise, his shaft stiffened a little at his touch, already rearing for another round. And he knew that if the silver creatures wanted more, he would give it to them.
But then a miracle happened. In front of his eyes, the silver seemed to grow, spindly spider legs shrinking away as thick limbs sprouted from a broad torso. And finally, the silvery color turned to tan, leaving a perfect, gloriously naked, ruggedly handsome Derek standing right in front of AJ.
“Holy shit.” AJ whispered.
“You like this form? We saw it in your mind.” The being said.
“Y-Y-Yes. I like it a lot.” AJ stuttered, admiring Derek’s long swinging dick. “Fuck me again. As him. Please.”
“As you wish.” The nanites said, and smiled the seductive smile of his dreams. AJ about came again then and there. His cock swung to attention as Derek approached swiftly. AJ turned around, putting his hands on the Raptor and bending over it slightly. He stiffened slightly as Derek’s hands traced over his back, and realized that his shirt had been shredded away. He didn’t care. Now Derek’s hands were running over his torso, lovingly caressing him, and coming to rest on his hips.
It started suddenly. The pilot’s large mushroom head was pressed against AJ’s exposed rosebud.
“Fear not. You will feel no pain.” Derek comforted him. “We are here to please you, and drink the Nectar of the gods.”
And as the man of his dreams thrust his hot cock into AJ, he screamed his ultimate pleasure.
The Barrack
“Yeah, swallow it all, Larkin!” Kore shouted, other soldiers joining in with derisive cheers.
The poor young soldier was gulping quickly, frantically trying to swallow all of Kore’s load, because if he spilled one drop of the older soldier’s cum, he would have to start all over again and service every man in the barrack. He had just finished his thirty-ninth, and Kore was the fortieth man of the barrack. He seemed to think that waiting until the end made him the leader, but Larkin knew that it was because Kore had trouble getting it up, and he needed to watch the other men getting pleasured to get himself to that state.
But here he was, shooting his milk into Larkin’s stomach, where it mixed with the cum of so many others.
When he was satisfied, he pushed Larkin down and the soldier hit the deck limply.
“Damn, Kore, you drowned him.” One voice muttered. Larkin coughed wetly, and Kore heard other voices muttering.
“We all did it!” Kore shouted. But he looked down at Larkin again, who coughed again.
“You alright kid?”
Suddenly the mood changed as Larkin began to convulse on the ground. Men shoved to get out of the way, but then the seizure suddenly stopped and Larkin threw up.
But it wasn’t cum – it was nanites. The silvery pool flowed together and shaped itself into the image of Sergeant Travis, the man who’d been in the barrack earlier. He stood, naked, over the gasping boy and glared at the barrack full of startled soldiers.
“Thanks for the snacks. Looks like it’s my turn.” The nanites said. He reached out and grabbed Kore by the neck, lifting him from the ground. Then Travis’ massive shaft elongated, swimming through the air like a snake, and thrusting itself into Kore’s ass roughly. Kore screamed at the intrusion, but not for long, as he was losing air.
Travis tossed Kore onto the bed facedown and mounted him from behind, pushing his tentacular cock deeper into the surprised soldier and vibrating against his defenseless prostate. Travis reached around his waist and grabbed Kore’s cock, squeezing it with a hand made of nanites. With an anguished yell, Kore let loose for the second time and spurted sticky ropes across Travis’s hand.
Travis got up casually, his cock retracting with a wet “pop” from the moaning lieutenant. Then the soldier’s cum was absorbed by the nanites, and the soldiers gasped as he seemed to grow larger, his muscles bulging even more, and his cock swinging lower and heavier.
The soldiers began retreating hastily towards the end of the barrack, but Travis snagged one by the back of his shirt and pounced, pinning him to the floor screaming as his comrades fled around him. Then he tripped another one and placed them together facedown on the floor. No matter how hard they struggled, the nanites were stronger.
Travis guided one of them onto the other, and grunted. “Fuck him.”
“What?” the bottom soldier gasped.
“Fuck him, or I fuck you.” Travis said. The soldier on top quickly entered the bottom and began thrusting, heedless of the bottom’s cries.
Larkin joined Travis’ side. The other soldiers took another step back.
“Hear me – all of you.” Travis announced, speaking over the cries of the bottom. “I am now in charge of C deck. Obey me, and I shall not harm you. Several new rules – clothes are now illegal. Discard them immediately.”
The soldiers hastened to strip off their clothing, still watching the men coupling at Travis’ feet. The top kept thrusting desperately.
“Second – all of you will give your Nectar to one of my associates twice every day. No exceptions. You’ve all fulfilled this once today by feeding your glorious cum to Mr. Larkin, here. Now it is time for your second donations. That is all.”
“Come on, man, what is this crazy shit?” one soldier shouted.
Just then, the soldier on top climaxed, his eyes glazing a bit as he shot his cum deep into the bottom’s ass. He scrambled off the bottom’s back just as Travis’ cock descended, snaking its way between his cheeks and drinking the soldier’s cum out of the bottom’s ass. Travis’ broad muscular chest sighed with satisfaction. The bottom came soon after, and Travis’ snakelike cock absorbed all of that as well.
Then he grinned at the soldier who’d spoken out, and his cock shot forward, wrapping around him like a rope and dragging him forward. The bottom and top who’d just coupled were crawling away, eyes wide. The soldier realized his mistake too late and tried to struggle, but the cock was too strong to resist.
“I think you’ll be our next donor.” Travis said smugly. The soldier’s eyes widened as the nanite cock pushed between his cheeks and began to probe his ass.
“Give in to the pleasure. There is no escape.”
The Mess Hall
Joe lunged at Kyle again, but suddenly stopped, clutching his chest.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Kyle shouted. “Leave me alone!”
Joe heaved and then spit up some silvery substance which began to flow together. Kyle was already moving when the spider-like creature leaped at him. He reached desperately and his hand found a frying pan. Swinging with all his might, he smacked the creature clear across the room. It hit a fridge and slid down it. Joe was still catching his breath, so Kyle moved cautiously over to where the spider had fallen.
There was no sign of it. Only a drain which led away from the kitchen.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kyle muttered.
The Gym
The swimmer was bent over the table, Boots’ cock deep inside his ass. They’d said nothing, but instantly begun touching each other – each had a delectable muscular body, one from swimming, the other from hard days as a soldier. It wasn’t long before Boots’ heavy ten inches had found his eager hole, where it now plowed over and over again, sinking into the hot tight warmth, and sliding out again. The swimmer was gasping in pleasure, when they heard a cry not made by them.
“What was that?” the swimmer asked. “No, don’t stop, keep fucking me. Oh god yes!”
“Just the masseuse.” Boots answered knowingly. The door to room one opened, revealing Ian pinned to the chair by a massive silver spider, which was milking his cock for his delicious salty cum. But the swimmer was facing the opposite wall, and saw none of that.
“Just focus on the feeling of my meat sliding between your tight buns, kid.”
He wrapped a hand around the swimmer’s neck and pulled him upright, still thrusting deeper into his ass.
“Oh God, FUCK YES!” the swimmer was screaming now as Boots wrapped a hand around his erect and straining cock. He felt ropes of gooey essence spray over his hand, and to his surprise, a drop splattered against his own eyebrow. What a powerful cock!
Boots whistled sharply and the spider left Dr. Ian and began to suck up the swimmer’s cum, which had sprayed everywhere. Still calmly thrusting his cock into the boy, he felt the familiar rise before he too blasted into the swimmer’s ass.
“Oh god, that was such a good fuck.” The swimmer said, lying casually on the table. Suddenly he jerked and went rigid, sitting upright.
“Welcome to the Hive.” Boots said. “Get busy.”
Ulysses Command
“How is containment holding?” Ethan asked, stalking back and forth between the analysts’ screens.
“No reports of breaches anywhere sir. Only-”
“Only what?”
“The guards at the bulkheads said they heard screaming inside. Is whatever’s causing this killing the men inside sir?”
“No. It’s fucking them.” Ethan muttered darkly. “The nanites are taking control of the sector. Shut off everything but air and water.”
“Yes, sir.”
Water Main – B Deck
A hatch on the treatment pipe was slowly turning itself open…from the inside. Only one engineer was nearby.
Knut ducked out of the barrack, laughing as one of the guys smacked his ass. He was wearing only fatigues – which weren’t his. He left his well-defined chest exposed as he walked, stretching his legs from all the constant fucking. But then he passed the Water Main, and the door was invitingly open, so he wandered in to check on the machines.
Machines were some of Knut’s favorite things. That’s why he’d become a mechanic, he was just good with them. And they were good with him, as he’d discovered on the ISS3 mission.
Oddly, one of the hatches was open. Knut saw no one around, so he closed it and squared it away. But just then he heard the door close behind him, and the grate of a deadbolt sliding shut. He turned around and saw a silvery spider, dripping wet. He just had time to scream when it launched itself at him, shredding through his pants in an instant and latching onto his super-charged teen cock and balls.
“Oh fuck!” Knut cried, arching his back as he tried to push the nanites off of himself. But the silver just encased his hands and trapped them there. He was helpless as the nanites moved along his shaft, jerking him off in perfect sync with his body. Then a rod of silver found its way to his hole and buried itself there, thrusting itself into the helpless grease monkey and brushing against his prostate.
“No!” Knut shouted. “FUCK! ETHAN!”
And Knut came, blasting the spider off with the force of his cum. He grabbed his pulsing cock, trying to stop the gushes, but his salty fluid just kept pumping from his enhanced manhood, until he and the room were coated in it. The nanites began to multiply like crazy.
“Uh oh.” Knut said. “Not good.”