GGG Episode XXX: The Fuckening

Deep in the lowest hangars of the Atlas, they met.  Each member shuffled inside and took a seat upon the floor, upturned munitions crates, or other bits of junk that crowed the area.  There was a low murmur in the crowd today; their previous plan had failed spectacularly and news of a new stategem was the topic of their gathering.  A lone figure strode to a makeshift podium and silenced all discussion with a raise of their hands.  “Brothers and Sisters!  As you may know, the previous attempt to ship Subject F was a complete disaster.  We could not have known the depths of his cunning and depravity would allow him tactical dominance in the dark.  His quick hands continue to doom any relationship to man or woman.  But do not despair!  For in our latest excursion to the planet’s surface, we have created the ultimate, irresistible waifu!”  The figure threw off their hood to reveal the face of the captain herself.  “ROMANTIC SCIENCE IS THE GREATEST SCIENCE IN THE WORLD!  ALL HAIL SUBJECT F AND HIS GLORIOUS UNION!”  The uproarious cheers echoed through the hangar as the attendees gazed upon the clueless, scrawny, goggled form of their target.

 

It had been quiet on the ship since Cecilia had died.  The Taura-Iona forces had kept the Alliance at bay, even after the enemy had brought a strange black battleship into position.  But the stalemate had done little to boost the crew’s morale.  Fury had locked herself in her room and couldn’t keep herself from moaning and crying, Vincent was taking the world’s longest cold shower, Naenia was seeing everyone and their mom for “private counseling”, and the rest of the crew only seemed to give him strange glances every now and again.  But Felix was not the kind to take loss so badly.  He had become completely absorbed in his work but so far, all attempts to reverse Polly’s voice modulator had failed.  The task was absolutely mind-bending to accomplish alone and Felix was beginning to doubt he could finish it by himself.  Luckily for him, Captain Millena had been kind enough to introduce him to one of the base’s top Artificial Intelligence researchers:  Professor Rachel Aigopos Incidel.  She had invited him over to her office this morning to help with a particular project and seeing as he was at a bit of a brick wall himself, Felix was happy to oblige.  Why then, at the cusp of her threshold, did he feel a sense of foreboding?  Every instinct was telling him that if he stepped through her door, he would lose something magical.  It was probably just his nerves, he decided, and he twisted her knob gently and entered her most sacred spot.

 

Unlike Felix’s workspace, Professor Incidel’s office was neat, orderly, and surprisingly luxurious.  Several aspects of the room puzzled him slightly.  For one, how she could see with all the dim lighting?  And why did her bed have rings attached to the headboard and foot of her bed?  Actually, why did she have her bed in her office in the first place?  At least the soft jazz music made sense; it made one feel relaxed.  This nicely balanced out Felix’s heart going into overdrive as he gazed upon the love of his life.  The professor was pale, but in a way that accentuated her beauty and nicely contrasted against her rolling auburn locks.  She wore a simple unbuttoned lab coat over a long black dress whose plunging neckline and form-fitting fabric left just enough to the imagination.  But most of her likeness was lost on Felix as he desperately tried not to stare at the beautiful bountiful booty just waiting to be unleashed.  Any further musings were curbed by a polite cough.  The professor stood facing him and the slight grin revealed that he had probably been caught.  “Mr. Bendixen, it is a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh.  I am Professor Incidel.”

 

She smiled and gestured over to a glowing workstation in the corner.  “Perhaps you could take a look at my numbers.  I keep finding discrepancies in my data that I can’t seem to account for. “ She motioned Felix to sit at her data station.  And it was then that the lights chose to turn off by the hand of god.

 

It was warm and supple in his grasp, though he could scarcely believe the perfect ratio of softness to firmness of the Professor’s cheeks.  He couldn’t help but knead her volumous peaches in the palms of his hands.  Her slight moans at every tweak and clutch only made the experience more fulfilling.  It was all going according to plan until the lights turned back on and Felix was caught red handed.  Yet no slap came, nor insult or scathing remark.  Instead, the Professor looked longingly at the simple mechanic with flushed cheeks and trembling lips.  She brought him close and pressed her hands on his own rear like she owned it.  Breathlessly, she whispered to him “You’re a mechanic aren’t you Felix?  Then please, fix my aching heart.  Make me your woman, like only you can.”  Their lips met in a titanic clash of flesh on flesh, each eagerly fighting for dominance.

 

“H-holy crackers!”  Felix could barely believe his luck as they pulled away.  His noodly arms worked on autopilot as he guided the professor to her bed and laid her down gently.  She reached up and stroked his face gently before unfastening his overalls and pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion.  Felix, meanwhile, fumbled with the back of her dress and only managed in succeeding with some assistance.  After a few minutes, their clothes lay discarded all over the room leaving just two naked people staring into each other’s’ eyes with burning passion.  It was Felix who made the first move as he kissed her again.  His hands roamed up and down her chest, caressing her and stroking her mounds as gently as he could.  Rachel writhed under his ministrations and desperately clawed his back as her soft moans drowned out the saxophone in the background.  With a hand, she clutched his member and began stroking it vigorously against Felix’s wishes.  His own sounds joined with hers as he moved one of his hands from her breasts to begin rubbing her sex with more zeal than skill.  The professor’s cries grew more urgent until finally she could endure no more.  With a surprising burst of strength, she maneuvered his cock towards her entrance, wrapped her legs around him, and impaled herself in one swift motion.  Her voiced turned into a hungry growl and then a blissful shriek as Felix took the hint and started pounding away.  Small grunts mixed with impatient urgencies as their bodies writhed atop the sheets and mingled with each other.  It felt like thousands of tiny tongues were pleasuring the entire length of Felix’s rod in an orgy of sensation.  A short while later, the mechanic’s inexperience got the better of him and he felt himself approaching the finish.  He struggled to pull out but Rachel’s insistence and iron grip proved to be stronger in the end.  With a strangled roar, Felix finished inside her and slumped against the headboard in a sweaty mess.  Rachel laughed softly between gasps and brief bouts of French kissing.  With a smile, she whispered into his ear, “Now, now it’s my turn Felix.”

 

Felix barely had time to comprehend what she meant before he felt her tongue fall off into his mouth and expand rapidly, cutting off all his attempts at protest.  Silver streams of nanites leaked out of the edges of his mouth and formed a perfect seal.  “There there.  Now we won’t be interrupted.”  Felix’s struggles proved useless against her unyielding strength and only increased once he saw a cluster of amorphous pseudopods emerge from her back.  Several threaded their way through the bonze hoops set in the bed and anchored themselves to his limbs.  As they pulled, his body became suspended just scant inches from her body and despite his best efforts, there was no give in any of them.  Another pair of smaller, cup-shaped suckers attached themselves to his pert pink nipples and began massaging them just as he had done to her minutes before.  Felix’s penis did not escape unscathed as a longer tentacle completely swallowed him to the absolute hilt and began stroking along his entire length with small little numbs.  It hadn’t been too bad until he felt something soft and cool invade his clenched star and started expanding rapidly.  It left him feeling full and slightly uncomfortable until the whole thing started vibrating and pushing towards his scrotum.  Lightning shot through his spine and he began thrashing uncontrollably against his restraints in a desperate attempt to end his torment.  Whatever claimed to be the professor had no plan to stop.  “Yes, that’s it!  Show me more of your embarrassing face!  Show me what it looks like when you finish!”  She clamped her hands around his head and in an instant, Felix felt a searing pain.  Images of his fellow shipmates flashed through his mind and the thing’s mouth curved into a sadistic smirk.  “Maybe this form isn’t pleasing enough for you hmm?  Perhaps you’d prefer something more elegant?”

 

Her form rippled underneath Felix and before he could blink, he was staring at the laughing joyful face of Naenia.  The singer’s breasts heaved joyfully as she began pleasuring herself to his own terrified spectacle.  “Or maybe, something fiercer would be better.”  The form rippled again and the mechanic was staring at the masked and muscled visage of Fury.  Her moans increased an octave to match his wildly bucking hips.  The terror in his eyes was palpable as it changed to Cecilia, Millena, the maintenance technician, and every female Felix had ever laid eyes on.  Then, with a final spiteful laugh, it assumed the form of his sister just as it reached climax.  Tears streamed down his face as power shocks forced him to finish in front of the person he cared for most.  The tentacles released him with a slightly wet pop as his body collapsed nervelessly onto the bed.  He continued to cry wordlessly in the thing’s arms as it stroked his body sensually with a few gentle coos.  That last thing he felt was a sharp pain in his neck before his world went black.

 

Felix woke up the next day with a massive headache and half-remembered nightmares along with a slightly sore bottom.  He couldn't say why, but he felt absolutely awful.  Maybe he should have stopped working so late into the night.  With a sigh, he slipped on his coveralls and dragged himself back over to the disassembled Polaris Mk. II

 

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The captain was so engrossed in her writing, that she didn’t even hear her door open.  With a yelp, she leaped out of her chair and desperately attempted to cover her screen.  “Private, did you see anything?”  The man saluted nervously, “Ma’am, I didn’t see you writing erotic fanfiction about the crew ma’am!”  An awkward moment passed before he left Millena to her own devices, red as a beat.

 

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Meanwhile, Roswell stared at his screens with an absolute fascination.  The Mk. II had spent the last two days reading various stories on the internet and had upgraded her social etiquette platforms to a fantastic level.  It was almost unheard of to hear an AI advance so quickly.  Fang’s wolfish image superimposed itself over his communicator and with great reluctance, he finally picked up.