In Space, No One Can Hear You Moan [F] (Slime creature, Tentacles/tentacle rape, SciFi, Cryostasis, Vore)

You awake to a pain in your arm. Your body is cold, the flesh is exposed. You aren’t shivering, but you feel chilled to the bone.

A light in front of you taunts your eyes awake, it’s a text screen, but you aren’t conscious enough to make sense of it yet. You try to take a breath, but you feel something down your throat and so you cough. The thing in your throat travels upwards and is extracted from your mouth causing you to gag, and you cough some more. But you are breathing on your own again, sucking in cold dry oxygen and expelling tepid air into the space. Something moves in front of your face and you follow it with your head and blurry eyes, both still stiff from being asleep and so you don’t catch it in time before it disappears out of sight.

Your body feels like it’s in a frozen lake. Weightless and chilled to the core. Arms lay by your sides that you can barely feel, as well as your feet outstretched below you. A strange sensation, then a burning feeling occurs in your groin. This wakes you a little more.

The air around you is still dry but warming up now, your skin feels like it’s tanning in the sun. With warm summer air filling your lungs like hot soup on a cold day. In the dim illumination coming from the text screen ahead, you can see your surroundings; a small space encases you on on sides with little clearance. There is a strap running across your body and under your armpits anchoring you to the bottom or back of the coffin like space. You feel a force act upon your entire body, gradually pushing you down towards where you feet are, your breasts sag down, tied back hair falls to your neck and your feet hit a cold steel surface.

Gravity had taken hold, artificial gravity at least. The text screen flashed, causing you to look forward at it. You could now make out the wording on it. You could also peer beyond it, the surface directly in front of you was semi transparent.

[DAMAGE DETECTED – DECK 1 SECTION 3 PRESSURIZATION MALFUNCTION. DEBRIS HIT, PENETRATION OUTER HULL PANEL J43 AT 21:39 SST. AUTO REPAIR UNABLE TO FIX MALFUNCTION AT 21:43, 21:56, 22:09. QUALIFIED CREWMEMBER IN CRYOPOD 27 SELECTED FOR MANUAL REPAIR AT 22:11, THAWING PROCESS COMPLETE AT 22:53]

As you were reading this, your cryopod exuded a thin gel across your body that attached to itself to form a mesh of stretchy fibers that sealed your flesh off from the outside world, only leaving part of your neck and head exposed.

‘Qualified crewmember?’ you thought to yourself, still a little groggy. ‘I’m not an engineer? I’ve had rudimentary training but I’m an astrobiologist with a second degree in astrobotany. How could the computer possibly think I was the best person to wake up?’

Two parts of a helmet came from each side of the pod, meeting on your head with a fizz as they were bonded together and sealed around your suit. The air recycler in the helmet kicked on as you drew another breath, turning your waste air fresh again. The helmet could work independently without a tank or full exosuit for a few hours, more than enough time for repairing a de-pressurized area. The gel woven suit itself was tough enough to withstand the occasion bumps and scratches of working on things, but was not rated for micro-meteors or high radiation, limiting how much work outside of the ship could be done without using an exosuit.

With a slight hiss, the semi transparent front of the cryopod moved upwards, coming to rest just out of sight. Now that the front was off, it revealed a corridor ahead lined each side with other cryopods with fogged up glass. The dim backlights on the vital monitors beside each pod provided most of the illumination for the space, aside from some luminous strips on the deck plates and roof.

You take a small step out if your pod, your body still feels like liquid rations. As you adjust to standing on your own, instead of being reclined in a pod, you check over your suit for gaps and such as per protocol before walking up the dim corridor. You glance at some of the other cryopods as you walk past. Chief Engineer Olson, Lt. Lynch, Lt. Cmd Argyle, Lt. Logan, Reserve Chief Engineer Lt. Cmd MacDougall, any one of these officers would have been a better person to thaw than you, but you were going to do your duty. The computer had selected you for a reason no doubt; and if it was just a debris hit, like the computer says, it should be an easy fix. Then you can get back in your pod and wake up on the new world.

 

At the end of the corridor there was a locker with equipment and medical supplies in for all sorts of emergencies. You pick up the standard engineering kit the computer had ready for you and continue to the lift door. It hissed before opening and when you were through the threshold it closed, hissing once more. The illumination inside the lift was only the slightest bit brighter. You can’t fault the energy efficiency subroutine for doing its job, only using as much power as absolutely necessary.

The lift slowly moves from the cryopod storage section up to deck 1, giving you plenty of time to think, remember your training and ponder what you might find up there. By the time the lift carriage had reached the destination, your cryosleep sickness symptoms had all but disappeared and you felt fresh and ready to work.

Working your way to section 3, you carefully checked each section, bulkhead, and airlock so that you didn’t depressurize the entire ship or rip an entire room along with yourself out into space while you were traveling at near lightspeed. But as you got closer to the breach, there were computer terminals and consoles which officers would use to monitor deployment operations and ship systems from. One particular panel caught your eye, a speed indicator, which you thought was strange because it wasn’t reading in a non-intiger less than 1 (0.5 C for example being half the speed of light), it was reading in kilometres per second, a much more accurate measurement when the ship was traveling slowly such is in orbit. You examined the readouts more carefully.

It was hard to gauge speed on a vessel like the Tranquility, a huge colonist hauler carrying everything to build a civilization on a new world. As windows were a luxury on a ship this size, you hadn’t been passed any yet. And as this was your first space mission, you were unfamiliar with the nuances in ship vibrations to tell how fast you were traveling. But if that panel and the rest next to it were reading correctly, the ship had slowed as soon as it had impacted the debris. It was already at a low % the speed of light from navigating a tightly packed starsystem but slowed down more anyway for seemingly no reason, and had also altered course slightly to take the ship past a planet.

To your rudimentary knowledge, this didn’t sound too unusual. The planet could help provide a gravitational slingshot to get the ship going again. But that’s not what the monitor was saying, it wanted the ship to run straight into the planet.

Your access codes wouldn’t be able to do a major change like course correction, but you would be able to wake someone that does. You bring the cryopod manifest and search for the pod number you want. Pod 19, Lt. Lynch – assistant chief engineer, a low enough level officer for the job, as you didn’t want to annoy anyone higher.

“Computer, start defrost and reanimation procedure of Cryopod 19. Authorisation: Gamma, Omega 42.” You waited for a moment, but the computer did not respond to your command.

“Ok, manually it is.…” You bring up the cryopod controller panel and execute a defrost on pod 19. But nothing is changing. You try again, and again. Nothing.

“Computer, begin a level 3 diagnostic of all ship systems.” You patiently waited for the computer to respond, but it did not. You bring up the diagnosis panel and begin one manual, but as soon as you tap ‘RUN’, the entire suite of panels go dark.

“Great. Guess I’ll add that to the list of things I’m gonna have to fix.”

As you get up, you hear a noise coming from the deck plates in the next section, section 3. Perhaps it was just things settling, or undue stress on the hull, but after what just happened to the computer system, you weren’t going to take any chances. Opening the engineering kit, you remove the emergency side arm plasma pistol and attach it to your hip, your gel suit holding it firmly in place.

It takes you a few minutes to manually get the seal release working, and as you pull the emergency handle you draw your sidearm.

 

All of the pressure in your room rushes out through the door as soon as it parts. You leave the door open as you go through, pistol in a combat stance in front of you. The breached room is the Captain’s office, fully depressurized, dark, but besides a few things knocked around from the air rushing out, all seems fine. You locate the hole, a gravity ball sized exit through the steel hull, no bigger than your head.

“Just got to seal it this side I guess and the maintenance droids should be able to patch the outside.” You knelt down and opened your engineering case, placed your plasma pistol inside and removed the nano-particle extruder, loaded in a cartridge of dura-steel and began to wave it over the opening. The extruded material created lattice of metallic fibers that bridged the hole.

 

Once you were almost complete, you feel the deck plates resonating beneath you. You switch off the extrusion beam and quickly reach for your side arm, but it is no longer in the kit where you left it. Something knocks you off your knees and onto the plating beneath. A figure stands over you in the darkness and you roll to the side to avoid an attack. You feel the deck rippling in your body as something hits the plating hard, the absence of sound makes the experience even more frightening.

You make a break for your kit, to use some other tool to fend off your attacker. But it’s futile, the attacker pulls you off the ground and slams you into the wall, but does not hit you. Instead you feel a sensation across your entire body as the creature envelops itself onto you. You can’t see anything through your helmet now it’s entirely opaque apart from the glare reflected from your in helmet illumination.

[BIOHAZARD DETECTED, INITIATING BIOHAZARD PROTOCOL] the text flashed up on your helmet. In the event of many emergency situations, the gel suit and helmet were equipped to handle and or adapt to the problem. The suit electrified itself immediately, strongly discouraging whatever had attached itself to you from holding you any further as it was singed in every place it had touched you. You could see it recoil from the pain and move back a pace from your suit. This gave you the opportunity to slip out from the wall and make a run to the door.

You ran through the doorway and on your way past knock the emergency release handle, causing the door to slide closed in a fraction of a second and for the room to start re-pressurizing. Your suit powered down the biohazard field from lack of energy. Taking a moment to breath, you realise your air recycler has stopped working, infact all of your helmet functions have stopped.

Knowing full well that your helmet was most likely still harbouring some part of the organism inside, you release the seal and rip it off, tossing it to the decking next to the door. As soon as you did, a green slime oozed it’s way out from one of the access vents and began a slow flow towards you. You studied it for a moment, curious, but then remembered protocol, remembered it just tried to kill you. Retrieving a pistol out from one of the desks, you blast your helmet and the remains of the creature into hell, leaving only some scoring and blackened particulates on the plating.

 

You dash over to the computer terminals and try everything you can to get the system back up. Looking back over to the door you can see it bulging a little, and a green fluid is beginning to force it’s way through the tiny gap. After forcing a terminal restart, you gain access and initiate a ship wide emergency. Airlocks and bulkheads are sealed immediately and all essential personnel are to be awoken from cryosleep by the computer. You check for confirmation that the procedure has worked, the terminals give the readouts that you wanted and the security monitors in the cryobay are showing the pods being prepped for thawing.

All of a sudden, something grabs you from behind and pulls you back, away from the desk and the pistol. You feel the non-newtonian being merge over your body again, this time you are helpless to resist. It worms its way over your suit, into every gap and crevice it can find. The gel suit is only barrier for your body, but your head is now exposed. It passes over your ears, dulling your hearing before it engulfes your head entirely; turning your vision a blurry tinted green and making it difficult to breathe for the brief moment before it entered your mouth.

The feeling wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable. A tight grip over your entire body, pushing your limbs outwards, and a gelatinous substance forcing its way down your throat, and further. You feel the being down in your stomach now and how it recoils back up from the acidity. Choking, gasping, struggling would have been an option if the being did not have your body entirely enclosed. You begin to feel a force on your groin, and strain your head down to look. The unknown organism was working to rip your gel suit open, and succeeding. You can feel it pulling the bonded fibres apart, then the gelatin-like fluid rushes up and into both of your openings.

It felt pleasant having something in there. It wasn’t warm nor painful in either of the openings. Your eyes closed in pleasure as the being constricted itself, causing its grip to tighten on your body and the winding tentacles inside you to grow more solid and fill their space before releasing, then repeated the grasp.

‘What was this alien doing to me?!’ you couldn’t help but think between each pleasurable constriction. Your scientific mind was curious. ‘Is it eating me, or what passes for eating. Mating perhaps, or just sensing me; learning what I look and feel like.’ Whatever it was doing down your throat was tickling every now and again, like it was releasing something into you. Given the fact that you hadn’t passed out or gasped for air in the past minute, you figured the being was breathing for you, siphoning the waste air out and replenishing it with new air from the room.

The frequency of the constriction and releases began to ramp up, becoming faster and faster, almost as if you willed it. The pleasure was immense as it filled your cavities with itself then relaxed before filling again. A minute later when you couldn’t hold yourself any more, you cried out; muffled by the creature, but would have still been able to be heard in the adjacent rooms. Then the being stopped, retracted itself from your body and forced you out one of the sides as it pooled for a moment before merging into a humanoid shape. That’s when you worked out what it had been doing, keeping you busy while it learnt to form into a human.

The slime turned to a flesh like material as a naked copy of you started to take shape. ‘Oh no you don’t!’ You took the opportunity to leap up to the desk and grab the pistol, looking over at the cryopod status display briefly before pointing the muzzle at the copycat. The pods were almost completely defrosted and in a matter of minutes there would be crewmen all over this ship. The naked human before you looked at you with cold eyes, taking a step forward.

“Ah! Stop right there! I know you can here me, you might even be able to understand me. If you don’t stay where you are I’m going to fire.” You said with the most commanding voice you could muster after having every orifice violated.

The being stopped for a moment, almost to listen to what you had to say, before continuing on its path towards you. You took a step back and instinctively fired the weapon. The plasma bolt ripped through the gelatin-like being’s chest, but was mostly unfazed by your attack and continued its advance.

You fired again, this time hitting the copy of you in the shoulder before it reached out and snatched the weapon away and pinned you against the wall. With it’s other hand, it moved towards your crotch and it’s fingers turned into tentacle like protrusions as they made their way inside you again.

Shriveling from the pleasure, you almost didn’t recognise that you heard the being spoke with your voice.
“Stop. It will be better soon.”

‘Stop what, stop interfering in its plan to run the ship into the planet?’

“You will all be at peace soon.”

You look over to your right where the door release is. Everything goes into slow motion as the copy realises your plan. You flick the override lever back down and the door immediately springs open, sucking you and the copy over and through the doorway and into the Captain’s office. You are only there for an instant before you crash into the patch you made in the wall, tearing it open and buckling the plating even further; before you and the being continue out into the emptiness of space.

 

The lack of air gets you first, you want to gasp, but there is nothing to breathe. The gel suits’ gaping hole in your crotch has limited it’s function, but is still able to keep your skin from boiling due to the absence of atmosphere. In your limited vision, you can see that the Tranquility is getting further and further away, too far for a tether now. Even if the revived crew were up and about, and noticed you, you were too far away to be reached let alone in time before your unceremonious demise.

As you start to drift off into unconscious, you feel the familiar sensation of the creature on your body. It has attached itself from the rear, obviously transforming back from humanoid into slime, and begins to wrap itself around you and fill all your holes once more.

Minutes pass in your semi-consciousness state, awoken periodically by the stimulus of the being inside you. It’s been keeping you alive in space, insulating your body and breathing for you. For what purpose, you aren’t sure, but you have a few more hours of drifting before you are intercepted by the gravity of the planet you theorise. Until then, you will just have to enjoy the rest of your existence, knowing that you saved the ship and all it’s crew, so that they may have a chance to thrive on a new world, with no record of your heroic sacrifice.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jibhdt/in_space_no_one_can_hear_you_moan_f_slime