Erotica Anthology #10

Organic Ship I

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Science Mission: Organic Ship I (Part 1)

Prelude — A Monster RebornSS Isegun is heading back to Earth after a long-journeyed mission to a backwater planet, bringing back home in a handful of new recruits to their collective crews.

They’ve collected many information throughout their journey, bringing back a plenty of culture and brand new knowledge to study on by scientists. They’ve got a great addition to their team, and the ship has never been more livelier. But that’s not all. There are almost a hundred crew members in the ship, and they are all about to find out just how livelier the crew life can be.

Amongst all the samples they’ve collected inside the ship, there is one organism in the cargo that acts more suspiciously than the others. As it turns out, the sample has more sentient self-awareness than the scientists of the ship have ever realized. But because this small organism is something that they have never learned about, they do not realize just the kind of potential danger they have put themselves in this trip.

The scientists had originally gathered some plants from the backwater planet in order to further study their native plants, which are amazingly rich with many micro benefits, which are consisted of light anti-pathogen, rich on vitamins, and many more. But amongst these plant samples, they’ve carried on a certain type of fungus on board that can quickly evaporate from its container and manifest with its surrounding.

It has the special ability to crack any other materials with its toxins, thus helping it escape from its sample container, before removing itself from the rich soil it was collected from. The moment it touches the hard surface of the ship’s floor, it’s already starting to ground itself into the body of the ship, manifesting and slowly morphing the surrounding spots of the ship, taking the metal and polyester as part of itself and turning those non-living materials into a living and breathing ones.

This mysterious fungus changes the ship, slowly but surely turning what is once nonliving into something completely biological, with tissues and muscles instead of walls, doors or windows. Even the heavy machinery and engineering are completely transformed, changing into the important organs of this newly created organism — but that’s not all.

The brand new and strange organism is much more sentient and powerful than it has ever been, taking advantage of its new size to take over control of all the living crews that are still inhabiting the inside of its now internal body.

As far as the fungus concerns, the ship is the extension of its body now, and the crews that are still sound asleep resided within itself are the aliens.

The hallways are its ribcages, and the crew cabins are its bodily chambers. The command station is its brain, which still pilots and controls the movement of this ship. The engine room is its collective organs. It still produces its own oxygen, was what the original ship is intended to do. It doesn’t need to consume the food that the crew members eat, but it does need to eat something.

...Something about its senses smell something appetizing coming from its chambers, where the crews are safely asleep in each of their respected cabins. It’s nighttime in the ship (or at least that was how it was supposed to be set the last time they check the condition of the ship), and now the living ship is searching for its next meal.

The fungus has ate the ship and turned it as part of itself. The crew members are sleeping in its gut chamber, and it has ever intension to utilize the ‘extra’ organism that’s now living it its very stomach.

The walls condense and expand ever so slightly, vibrating without making much noise, before slowly reaching out in tiny membrane of tentacles, so thin and elastic that they can stretch themselves in thousands of different ways, all at the same time.

They are now newly formed pores on the wall (a.k.a. its internal body), which can exfoliate any type of gas that can help it obtain its nutrition. It smells something nice…. It seems the aroma that oozes right out of the genitals of these ‘aliens’.

And what better way to get what it needs to survive, than by releasing a certain type of europhia gas that can help make these so called ‘aliens’ encouraged to be aroused?

The new fungus-ship hybrid notices the benefit of having these ‘outsiders’ remain living in its body, and realizes just the kind of nutrition that it can help release, squeezed freshed out of the resources for unlimited amount of times. So it generates a certain type of creamy fluid that can also nourish these ‘outsiders’ in return, giving back something to keep them continuously feed and satisfied.

The humans and cetaceans anthropomorphic residence are very much sound asleep when the fungus-ship hybrid slowly releases its concoction of europhia gas, gradually getting their labias slippery wet and c***s hard as wood, as they toss and turn ever so worked-uply in their sleep, not aware that they more they are further exposed to this mysterious gas, the faster they are changed and affected by it.

The moment the hybrid is done release its sporazationing gas, about one third of the members are now in their way to turn from fully males to complete hermaphrodites, another one third of its female members into herms, and the last one third of the crew ship that is consisted of females to turn horny. And that all comes from the original fifty percent anthros and fifty percent humans in crew.

Not all the changes are a one hundred complete success, but the hybrid will take what it can get. The tentacles in its stomach chambers are ing, and it can’t wait to suck every last bit of nutritious s*x fluid into itself, no matter the kind of thrusting and pounding it must create within the channels of these ‘outsiders’ lower entrances.

Part I — Dolphin AnthropomorphicsDaphne is sleeping next to her husband in their own joined quarter, when she feels wetness slowly starts oozing out from the lips of her s*x. She tries to ignore it at first, but then things start to get pretty hot, making her want to push the blanket off of her body. Daph tosses and turns, but she still can’t brush off this nagging feeling that seems to haunt her from the waking life right through her dream.

She’s still pretty sleepy when she first blink open her eyes, closing them right back as soon as she takes in the sight of strange interior. This is not her room. But then her mind quickly supplies about her whereabout, that she’s no longer in her home planet, and that she’s now a cadet of the SS Isegun.

When she tries to open her eyes back the second time, Daph realizes something — the bed is soaking wet. For a second, she thinks that there’s nothing more embarrassing than the fact that she had wet herself in the bed! But then she quickly yanks her blanket off and stare at herself, only to find that her own juices is oozing right off her p***y ever so profoundly. She doesn’t think she has ever been so wet before, and now that the naughty sight is laid before her, she can’t help but feel rather horny, especially when she’s got this undeniable throbbing sensation deep inside her inner walls.

Why is she feeling so horny all of a sudden? She doesn’t care enough to figure out the specific, only that she needs something thick and hard to fill up her naughty channel. And she knows just the person to help out.

Daph turns to the side and starts nudging at the male that’s still sound asleep beside her. Her grey hand slips beneath the blanket and creeps toward where she knows his c**k is going to be, utterly pleasant to find that he’s already so hard for her — even when he doesn’t know it yet.

Daph starts tracing a lone finger around the tip of him, which upon contact appears to be soaked with pre-c*m. As if detecting her nearness, his c**k jolts awake in return, going harder than ever before. She touches his hard, long length, going all the way up until she can wrap her own slender fingers around the base of his thick girth. The sensation of holding his warm length makes her very much excited to start pumping him up and down. The female dolphin starts out slowly, before gradually picking up pace, feeling her husband’s c**k growing even harder and more rigid at every pump.

She’s not the only one that’s breathing heavily right now. Her breasts swell, her n*****s puckered. Her p***y is soaking wet, and she can’t wait to have him inside her. Gorgon is also groaning huskily in his sleep, making her self control slipping out even more.

When she can’t hold the urge in herself anymore, Daph quickly yank away his side of the blanket and places herself on top of him, p***y already aching to be rammed by a thick c**k.

The room is still basked in darkness, though, so she can’t see much, but that doesn’t mean she can’t see the sudden presence of something strange that is not supposed to be there.

There are two strange mounds that are now attached to her husband’s chest, making her think that they look familiarly like breasts. But that can’t be it, right...?

While Daph is distracted by her newly arised suspicion, a long and particularly c**k-thick tentacle begins inching toward her through the air, driven by the delicious scent of her fully-ripe p***y.

Daph pokes at her husband’s chest, contemplating to investigate the strange twin soft bundles as she remains straddled to him, her hips arched and her inner thighs parted as she does so, her p***y meets with cold air until something blunt-headed and thick pokes at her opening. Surprised, she yelps and looks down, only to find that she has successfully managed to aroused her husband throughout all the poking. Momentarily distracted, Daph aboundens her quest to investigate and decides to busy herself with his poking erection instead.

The female dolphin anthropomorphic wiggles her hips, trying to get him to slide into her. She’s already slightly wet from all the excitement, but it seems like the position is not comfortable enough, so she decides to turn around, her backside facing him, but she’s still straddling on top of his hips.

The room is dark, so she relies mostly by touch.

Once the path to its target opens, the tentacle doesn’t waste its time in thrusting into her access.

The presence of something thick and stiff wiggling toward her fourchette, causing Daph to let out soft, strangled moans. It feels so good to have her husband’s thick c**k sliding inside her, and she enjoys every second of it sliding into her, using small, jolting thrusts that cause incredible friction against her surrounding walls. Has he always been this big before, though? He must be feeling particularly aroused tonight, Daph concludes herself, before parting her legs even further, allowing the c**k further access.

The thing basically fully inserted itself all the way into her v****a until the tip bumps against her uterus, it begins thrusting in and out of her. Daph squeals in delight, her p***y starting to get even wetter thanks to the delicious friction. Hhmm, is her husband awake, after all? She can’t help but think about how fast he’s currently moving in and out of her. He’s going at it so fast that it might actually be rather impossible to achieve, especially when he’s still lying underneath her. She’s moving against him as well, but apparently not as fast, because she can feel limbs taking hold of her waist and begin increasing the pace of the thrusting, allowing the c**k to smack deeper into her velvety depth.

The female lets out an inhumanly high-pitched cry that echoes through the room as a result. Daph is so lost in the ecstasy that she can’t help but to thrust her hips back, meeting her husband’s powerful thrusts in midway until she can feel her overflowing juices trickling down her v****a walls.

Unbeknown to her, it’s not her husband that’s actually f*****g her, but one of the ship’s tentacles. It has successfully stretched itself until its girth resembles that of a humanoid c**k, happily thrusting itself in and out of the female’s velvety pouch. The being doesn’t realize just how great a humanoid’s warm p***y is, until it’s enjoying the contact for the first time. And the more friction it creates, the more that sweet juice is flowing out of the female. Not wanting to waste the effort, the being decides to suck on the juices, only to discover that it has such a potential effect that it manages to sedate its hunger, if only for a little bit. It must be needing more of this juice, so it starts to f**k her faster, making sure to catch every single droplet of v****a juice, not wanting to waste even a single bit.

The tentacle continues to f**k her until the female begins screaming in pleasure at the top of her lungs. That’s where more juice comes overflowing her tight, delicate passage, bursting out a large amount of warm liquid.

The tentacle immediately reacts by sucking in all of her c*m juice, drinking every single drop of its warm deliciousness, its tip now acting like a tongue rather than a simple stiff c**k, allowing the female to wither and clench her walls even further until she cums for the second time in a row, right on top of her already overflowing juices. The tentacle gulps her all down excitedly, making her moans through hitched breaths of pleasure. Satisfied with this discovery, the tentacle sends a wavelength of information to its central brain, encouraging the rest of its tentacles to do the same as well.

Daph doesn’t know why she doesn’t suspect this any sooner. She thinks her husband is doing really brilliant (Blaze has a lot of energy, though they have never had such an amazing s*x before until tonight), but when his c**k starts to do things that she doesn’t think is even remotely possible for a dolphin, Daph immediately cracks her eyes open, her hands wondering down to fill him up. Her face goes incredible pale when she realizes that the c**k is actually spanning longer than physically possible.

Struck by panic, Daph begins to panic and try to pull it out, only to find out that it’s so slippery and muscled that she can’t even budge a move. “W-what the hell is this thing?” What’s f*****g her p***y?

The female dolphin stops making that delicious juice once she tenses up. The tentacle doesn’t like it one bit, so it decides to thrust in and out of her even much faster, going so fast that she actually bounces up and down from its rapid movement, falling uttering under its mercy. The juice starts to flow out again, but not as much as before. The tentacle can sense her hesitance. Perhaps she’s longing for her mate? Very well, at this point the tentacle is willing to try anything to get more of her sweet juices. It is feeling so thirsty. Each tentacle has its own sub-brain that acts slightly separated from the main brain, but they all move for one purpose in general: to get full of vaginal c*m.

Of course, it wants to try to see if it can consume the male’s fluid as well, and what better way than to strike two birds with one stone? The tentacle realizes that the female also has another hole at her behind, so it squishes her down toward her mate’s ragid hard on, making her essentially f**k both it and the her male counterpart. The tentacle gets to feed even more when the female starts to relax and give in to her bodily calling, sprinkling more of her vaginal juice toward the tentacle’s mouth. The tentacle is so excited and energized that it quickly sprouts out another branch, this time used to explore the dolphins’ genitals.

It eventually discovers that the male dolphin has developed a similar-looking passage, located just above his shacks, down the line of its stiff root that it identifies as a c**k. His taste is different too, the tentacle discovers once it slips its the branch into the male’s v****a — his taste is slightly earthier, different compared to the female dolphin, who tastes more like a flower. The male’s vaginal fluid tastes like a good combination of both earthy and flowery, while his c**k is completely earthy. He’s not bad, but the tentacle just prefers the other two flowery ones.

Daph really can’t comprehend what’s going on. She is being f****d by both her husband… and this strange entity? Once her eyes finally adjust to the darkness, she realizes that the thing that’s wiggling in and out of her v****a is an incredible monster size of a tentacle, pounding into her every so eagerly, trying to pump out as much juice from her as possible until it renders her to the point of exhaustion. Daph tries to separate herself from it, but it seems like she’s not the only one who is trapped. A thinner branch of the tentacle wiggles itself into her husband’s depths, causing the male dolphin to slowly stirred awake. What exactly is it doing with her husband, to get him to groan out ever so hoarsely in his sleep? When Daph feels around she discovers a strange hole that’s not supposed to be there. Her mind runs in a rush. Does this change has something to do with the strange round lumps on Blaze’s chest? Those are really breasts, aren’t they?

The more the tentacle feeds, the more branches it can produce. It decides to dispose more tentacle into the female’s vaginal, causing her to scream out in pain and pleasure from having to fit so many wiggling d***s at once. One large c**k, combined with half a dozen smaller ones dancing inside her vaginal passage, milking every single c*m juice out of her to the point of exhaustion.

It rides her hard and mercilessly, draining her out until she turns into a puddle of mess on the bed, body covered in sweat. It decides to lick her over all over the body as well, making her jolts and bucks at every chance she gets. It appears that her other body parts are also sensitive, though not as much as the two hard pebbles on her soft chest. The tentacle retracts two smaller branch and wraps them each other the female’s breasts, leaving enough room at the tips to continously flick at her n*****s, causing her to moan in ecstacy.

Daph is pushed to the point of exhaustion until her mind stops caring at some point. The air must be drugged, because the more she breathes, the hazier her brain becomes. At this point, she wants nothing more than to be f****d endlessly by these amazing tentacles. The more it touches her, the more her body melts, heating up from the pleasure it brings. She sings out wails of pleasure, screaming with a wanton w***e already. A small part of her brain knows that this is wrong, that’s she’s technically cheating on her husband. Though really, will he even care at this point, once he wakes up and finds out about all of this amazing discovery? Oh, her s*x is throbbing just at the mere thought of his surprised expression, a sign that she’s ready for another round of earth-shattering climax.

Part II — Female CaptainVee is a taller than average, tough female blonde captain of the SS Isegun. She’s just taking a small break from her shift, just recently awaken by her alarm clock. The pilot before her looks completely exhausted when they change shift, and Vee herself can’t help but to yawn. She hates being woken up in the middle of a sleep. Maybe she can sneak up a nap right in between her shift? She knows that she’s not supposed to be falling asleep, but what’s the worst can happen? They all know well the path back to Earth, and there’s no danger they haven’t expect thus far.

Vee plops herself on the captain’s seat, unaware of the change in the Main Deck. She adjusts her body to the cushion, trying to get the most comfortable angle for a nap, hers parted despite wearing a skirt just because nobody else is there. Vee is a light sleeper, so it doesn’t take long before she starts snoozing, unaware that the seat cushion is starting to mold out of shape right underneath her round ass, causing her body to wiggle up and down thanks to that.

Vee dozes back to wake when she feels slightly space-sick thanks to all of that moving going on underneath her ass. She tries to adjust herself, thinking that it’s probably just her mind playing tricks on her. But when the same strange movement wiggles under her, this time even going as far as to cause the front of her panties to get wet from all that fabric friction against her c******s, Vee decides to get up and get some coffee instead. The problem is, when she tries to get up, something strains and pulls her back down. Strange…. Did she put the seatbelt on?

When Vee tries to kick off again, the ‘seatbelt’ suddenly tightens around her, causing her to squeal in surprise. A dozen other vines are suddenly on her, and Vee quickly finds herself unable to move from the waist up.

Her instinct drives her to kick and fight back, but it feels almost as if these vines already knew what she plans to do, so they tighten around her even more. But upon closer inspection, she notices that they are not actually hard and rough like vines, but more tender and elastic, like some boneless extra limbs, with hundreds of small suctions covering one side of them. Like… like tentacles. They coil around her body, locked around her wrists and chest, keeping her in place. The rest of her are free, though it’s not like she’s got to do much with her feet kicking empty air, unable to stop the tentacles from tying her up by the chair.

“Ship, report to all crews. This is an emergency!” the female captain shouts out a command. She waits for an automatic response that’s already been preprogrammed to the ship as per usual, but sorely left to be disappointed when nothing replies to her. “Ship, this is Captain Vee speaking. Report to all crews,” she commands, briekier now, yet silence again.

The alien creature that’s used to be the ship recognized the command as part of its earlier preprogramming, but simply disregard it now as ‘it’ has nothing to do with its current priority, and that nothing can order ‘it’ around anymore.

While Vee is distracted in repeating her orders, more tentacles slither on her, this time in between her legs, prying them open and slipping underneath the withering female’s undergarment. Vee squeals out in surprise when she can feel something alive and slippery brushing against her s*x, disregarding the coverage her panties provide as if it’s nothing, before parting her labia only for a particularly incredibly huge tentacle to thrust into her. This tentacle is as huge as an adult male’s arm, and it slips past the defences of her body ever so easily, slithering through the tunnel of her p***y like it belongs there.

The woman’s first instinct is to struggle with all her might, not wanting this strange object to stuff itself into her p***y. But the tentacle comes complete with an euphoric enzim that can help her body comply to produce more of that sweet juice that the alien oh so need easily. Just one contact, and the enzim can melt into Vee’s very walls almost instantly. The woman jolts from the sudden feverish contact, cunt throbbing for a good f**k like a s*x maniac.

Vee can’t help but to involuntarily let out a breathy moan, not used to something rigid like this size throttling her tight passage. It is so big that she almost chokes in her own breath when it finally slides all the way into her v****a, its tip coiling around the area before her cervix and making a nest right there. Oh God. She can’t believe this. She’s instantly wet and her bladder feels like its about to explode at any given minute. And as if reading her mind, the huge tentacle extracts itself from the roof of her belly, just to repeatedly swipe its tip against her bladder, edging her to release her inner muscles.

Unable to hold back the teasing anymore, the woman combusts in one gut-wrenching scream, warm liquid spraying out from her cunny in an explosive conclusion. Vee comes out sucking back air heavily, panting like a b***h in heat. She has no idea why she’s feeling this way, though she can’t help but wanting more of the tentacle. She knows that it is simply unethical, yet her cunt just can’t help but to throb with want, hungry to get f****d.

Voluntarily this time, Vee spreads apart her legs further until her flower is exposed to the alien creature, suggestively inviting more of its tentacle into her channel. She has no idea what has come over her, can’t even think properly. What she knows for sure is that her body desperately needs this, so her moral stops working.

The alien creature is more than happy to oblige the female human. ‘It’ just has the first taste of her, and already it is hungry for more. Her ‘flower’ tastes and smells slightly different than the dolphin one’s, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have her own appeal as well. It starts thrusting one of its much bigger tentacles, in and out of that tight, slippery passage until she starts to grow wet again. ‘It’ uses its small, round suctions to suck in all of that sweet, glistening nutrition, greedily drinking every ounce of juice that the female human produces.

Vee’s never dry — in fact, one might say that she’s producing fluids way too fast — and that fits the creature just fine. ‘It’ juts in and out of her tight cunt so fast as if it’s milking out a mammal for its milk, tightening and pulling at her delicate flesh as if toying with her, making Vee’s eyes glaze with delight. Her p***y is on fire. Vee feels restless, so tired yet can’t rest just yet. She lifts her hips to meet its rapid thrusts, the huge tentacle feels like a monsterous c**k that runs in and out of her depths like a bullet train going on a loop. This is probably the best s*x in her life, and she doesn’t know when she’s gonna experience something like this ever again. She doesn’t dare to close her eyes or fall asleep, afraid that she might lose this moment only to wake up and find out that this is all just one, very realistic wet dream.

Vee is drenching out so bad that a decent pool of her fluid is running down from the chair she’s sitting. More tentacles come to wrap themselves around her inner thighs, making sure that her legs stay open when Vee runs out of energy to keep up for more. Her head and back is fully resting against the back of the chair right now, her p***y gaping open to serve as the tentacle c**k’s passage play. Her senses as so heightened now that she can feel almost everything and the numbness that’s threatening to consume her all at once. She can feel the way the tentacle is brushing against her inner depths, small little suctions making contact with the cavern of her lower tunnel, its well-rounded tip sledgehammering against the opening of her uterus every time it hits home.

Vee is practically delirius right now. It feels so good that almost her entire body feels numb, while her p***y is set ablaze with fire nonstop. Smack, smack, smack goes the tentacle c**k into her slippery tunnel, milking out more drenching juices until it drives her into an evitable climax, the sheer force of it almost knocks Vee out of consciousness.

She ends up just staring into nothing for several minutes long, just trying to catch her breath and let reality sinks in that this is all more than just a dream. All the better. She wants the creature to continue f*****g her, which it is already doing even without her signaling for it to do so, loving every second of it. She allows the tentacle to drive in and out of her velvety tunnel, messing up her insides good as she continues to ‘pilot’ the ship, making her p***y feels as if it’s the hand that controls the piloting handles that are the tentacles. It teases her over again and again until she becomes loose enough, another swarm of micro-thin tentacles manage to fit themselves inside her belly, dancing against her tender walls.

The creature’s enzim is so effective on her that, combined with the lusty gas it spreads around the noew organic ship’s airway, causes the female human to develop a prick right above her cunny. The new appearance surprises her, especially because she only realizes the changes of her genital when a medium-length tentacle coils around her girth, milking out even more c*m out of her. Thus the circle of penetration is complete, with the tentacles f*****g her v****a and her c**k thrusting into one of the tentacles — an infinite pattern.

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