"New Guy"

Story by TheXenoFucker on SoFurry

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The moral of the story is, don't use the ladies restroom on a ghost ship, or do, if you want.


"God damn Simmons, the fuck did you eat last night man? Smells like the ass end of a cow who ate too much Mexican food!"

Simmons shrugged as they walked along the corridors.

"Don't dis the Mexican food Keeny, besides, you've smelled worse."

"Oh yeah, what would that be?"

Keeny brushed his elbow up against the new guy in the squad, speaking in a hushed voice, but still loud enough for Simmons to hear.

"It's his mom."

Simmons smacked Keeny on the back, snickering.

"You're such a dick, you know that Simmons?"

Simmons lit up a smoke, the bright flare of his match briefly adding some dim light to the corridor.

"What can I say, I've got a knack for it."

The new guy clutched his stomach as it growled, keeling over. The two other men stopped, looking over him.

"Oh Simmons, you gave some of your Mexican special to the new guy didn't you? God damn, I'm feeling for ya now kid, your stomach's down in the trenches!"

Simmons picked up the new guy and stood him back up on his feet.

"Its okay kid, my food's not that bad, it's probably your first flight jitters. Only thing to do is let it roll on over. I'd go find the shitters, cause you're gonna need one. There's some shitters round a couple of corners back that way, for the ladies, but I don't think they'll mind, seeing as it's a ghost ship."

Simmons gave him a helpful nudge forward back from where they passed earlier. He stumbled on forwards absent mindedly, barely catching Keeny as he called back.

"Don't worry new guy, if the boss comes along we'll tell him you're out for a bit from Simmons's shitty cooking!"

He rounded the next few corners in a stumbled hurry, before bursting into the bathrooms, and rushing over to the nearest sink. He stopped fighting back and let it all loose, puking into the sink until there wasn't anything to come up anymore. He ran water into the sink, collecting some and splashing it over his face, helping to cool him down. He looked up into the mirror, wiping his face off with his hands, taking deep breaths. The cold water felt good. He stood up straight, grabbed his pulse rifle from the counter, and was about to walk back out the door when he changed his mind. May as well take a leak while he was here.

There weren't any urinals, but stalls got the job done just fine. Leaning his rifle against the wall of a stall, he closed the door behind him and latched it up. The small light from his rifle gave him enough light so that he could see where he was aiming. Even if it was a ghost ship, it was always wise to mind your manners around civilians. Who'd want people to think the marines were just simple jarheads? After several minutes of loosening up his armour, he pulled his pants down and let it rip. Were it not for the sound of him taking a whiz, he might have heard the sound of thick, clear slime falling against his helmet in a thick gob. He neither felt it nor heard it.

He finished, and began fiddling with his pants when another glob of thick slime touched down behind him. This time he heard it, and looked over his shoulders nervously, at nothing behind him but the stall door. He took a step back and felt one of his boots slide on the floor. Curious, he lifted a boot off the floor, touching the clear slime on the bottom of it. This ship was clean as a hospital as far as they could tell, so where'd this stuff come from? It was warm too. Another splash of slime hit the floor in front of him, and slowly, his eyes traveled upward, to the source.

The light from his rifle was comparable to that of a nightlight in this dark ship, but he caught the outline of something in the dark, or rather, with the dark, on the ceiling. He stood, frozen, as the outline remained as still as a statue. He was sure there was something there. His hand lowered to his gun leaning against the wall, when suddenly, the outline fell from the ceiling. As it fell into his light, he caught a glimpse of it, black, chitin like flesh, a long dome like head, and it's fanged, gaping maw that led disturbingly to another, smaller maw. It fell over top of him, sending him sliding down the stall walls, knocking his gun over, cutting his vision off. He struggled, trying to push whatever it was off of him. His gun was knocked around in the silent struggle, pushed into another stall. He gave it a good, hard kick, knocking it back against the toilet. He grabbed the stall door, and pulled hard, dragging himself under the door and into the bathroom. Twisting onto his stomach, he crawled out from under the door, but was grabbed by the ankles by two powerful hands.

He was pulled back under the door roughly, but held on to the outside, and struggled to pull himself out. If he could untie his boots right now, they could save his life, but if he let go, he'd be pulled back under the door. He pulled with all his might, and felt pain as claws dug into his ankles, shredding through his pants and boots. Blessing his luck, he kicked and squirmed, ripping away from his shoes and pulling his pants off in the process, before sliding fully out from under the stall door. He got up onto his hands and knees, and was about to make a break for it when something coiled around both his legs, and pulled him back under, this time, fast enough that he couldn't grab anything.

He was pulled disorientatingly up by his legs, and held upside down against the bathroom door. The light from his gun shone under the stall, partially illuminating a portion of the wall, revealing his would be killer. From its smooth, black tube like head, a pair of lips pulled back into a snarl, revealing its stark, white sharpened teeth, opening to reveal a smaller mouth, which extended slowly outwards as it hissed. Clear, thick drool practically flowed from its mouth on a regular basis, pooling and then sliding off its maw.

He was released by what he could now make out as its tail, long, spiny, and flexible, ending in a curved tip that looked like it could be used as a cutting blade if swung hard enough. He crashed onto the metal floor, and struggled to sit upright as his helmet fell off once he was the right side up. The black creature lowered to all fours, bringing its face up to his, hissing as its eyeless face appeared to watch his reaction. Drool flowed from its maw, sliding down his chest plate, and most uncomfortably, down his uncovered lower torso. Uncontrollably, he let out a gasp as the drool slid all the way down to the base of his member, the warm slime exciting him. Fear turned to anxiety and repulsion as the situation changed, he was now going to die, and he was aroused by his killer.

The creature noticed his gasp, and pulled back. It "watched" him carefully, making sure to keep its imposing presence over him, but hovered over his member, purposefully drooling right above it, letting it slide, and fall down, ever so slowly, onto his now hardening shaft. He gasped unwantedly as the warm slime coated his member, exciting him further, until he was fully erect. The creature leered its long head back and forth from side to side, studying his reactions as more drool washed over his member. Disturbingly, its snarling lips traveled upward to that of a smile, revealing its sharp, white teeth.

A long, slender black hand found its way over his mouth, as simultaneously, another gripped his member, squeezing hard. His gasp was stifled as it slid its hand down to the base with the drool, squeezing just hard enough to be uncomfortable. It smiled disturbingly again as it brought its hand up now, sliding with ease with the use of its own drool, slowing as it slid over the tip of his shaft. Its hand kept a steady grip over his mouth, stifling his moans. The marine was ungodly uncomfortable right now, contemplating suicide if he could get a hold of his gun, the thought of being the new guy, having to report every disgusting detail as he was forcefully toyed with by this monster, too much to bear. His train of thought was interrupted as it stroked down now, faster than last time, and then stroked up. His moans were once again stifled, but he had to admit, somewhere in the back of his head, that felt, REALLY good.

The creature stopped for a moment, grabbing both his hands, suspending them above his head while its tail wrapped around them. He was free to scream now, but he kept his mouth shut. What would they say if they found him like this, being jerked off in the woman's bathroom by this, THING? Its black slender hand returned to his mouth, it waited patiently before resuming, making sure to slather more of the sticky, warm drool over his member, teasing him. Then it resumed, gripping his member with renewed interest, stroking harder, faster.

It made sure to speed things up, adding even more of its drool, now mixing in with his own leaking fluids. The warm sensations of the drool coupled with its ceaseless assault, was pushing him over the edge. It stroked even faster now, its hand making distinct slapping sounds as it slid along his slick member. His back arched, his breathing quickened. Whether he liked it or not this thing was making him climax. Then, came the last thing he wanted to hear. It was Keeny.

"Hey! New guy! You alive in there!?"

The creature stopped instantly, lowering his hands with its tail, raising the bladed tip to the center of his forehead and removing its hand from his mouth. He cautiously called out, trying to sound sick. His quickened breathing and the fact that he stopped right on the edge helped him sound more convincing.

"Uh, yeah, I'll be a little while, lot in my stomach to get rid of."

He heard the scuffle of footsteps on the floor.

"Hey, you dropped your gun on the floor."

The tip of its bladed tail rested squarely against his forehead, pressing ever so gently. Its grip tightened on his member as it very slowly stroked him. The damn thing knew what was happening and was still toying with him, challenging him to make any sound that would give him away, while jerking him off. His life was in the balance as its bladed tale rested on his forehead.

"Yeah, I set it down then kicked it out of the way when I started hurling."

The scuffle of footsteps could be heard moving away now.

"Ok then, but hurry it up! The boss found something and wants us all to check in, we're going back to the landing bay, but make sure you hurry your ass up! I know Simmons makes horrible food, but the boss ain't gonna wait for very long."

The scuffle of footsteps could be heard farther away until they vanished completely. And with that the creature gave one more stroke as it held him at bay, covering his mouth as he came, one, two three, ropes of cum erupted from his cock, landing square all over the creatures "face." It hissed at him, backing off momentarily. It held him there as he came down from his climax, leaving his cock alone for the time being. It "looked" at the hand it had used to jerk him off, turning it over, as if it was examining what he had put all over it.

It set its hand down, and now snarled at him, showing off its teeth and the smaller mouth again, extending it and retracting it. It retracted its bladed tail finally, raising his arms above his head, and removed its hand from his mouth. He simply gasped as he sat there. He wasn't going to yell for help, not after this. This would be something he would never live down if someone knew. The thing would just have its way with him, and that was it.

And, after watching him for a bit, the creature started moving again, slinking low to the ground, but keeping his arms raised still. It hovered over his cock, grabbing it with one hand and letting more drool run over it, quickly returning it back to its hardened state. He didn't want to know what it was up to now, but found out anyway. It held the base of his cock, keeping it held upright, as it opened its first set of jaws, and extended the other outward. Slowly, it advanced forward, keeping his cock lined up with its smaller mouth, which opened expectantly.

He squirmed, but it kept a steady grip where it counted, and slowly, it pressed the head of his cock into its mouth. It was a tight fit, such a tight fit in fact, that he was praying that it wouldn't be able to get any farther along. But the creature wouldn't be denied, and it persisted. The amount of drool coming from it was incredible now that it's mouth was opened, sending it running down his cock as little by little, the creature forced its mouth farther and farther down his shaft. He groaned in frustration as it finally made it past the head, and continued, little by little. As if to aggravate him even more, it stroked him while slowly shoving its little mouth farther and farther down. He could visibly see the bulge of his cock as it made its way down the creature's mouth. As the creature continued, he watched as it's free hand, traveled back behind it, to between its legs. He couldn't tell if it was male or female, and he didn't want to know, but he knew exactly what it was doing.

Its legs went weak as it pleasured itself, its claws skittering on the floor as it sunk lower and lower, struggling to stay up. It pressed harder now, his cock visibly moving farther down its mouth. It hissed from pleasuring itself, dangerously opening and closing its first mouth, so that he could feel its teeth slide along his cock as it impaled itself more and more, until finally, it hit the base.

Some small part of him took satisfaction that it had now impaled itself on his cock, having jammed it all the way down its throat to the hilt, and was drooling profusely. And then, it began something new. Both of its hands returned to the floor along with its feet, as it very, very slowly and cautiously began to turn around. It twisted its head, which it still had its mouth clamped tightly around his cock, as it began to turn, facing its backside to him. Its flexible tale continued to hold him as it turned, but he was lost in pure pleasure as the creature turned slowly, its mouth sliding in a circular motion around his cock, while drooling, helping to add to the pleasure. It was like a vacuum in its smaller mouth, hot, and wet as its drool was now blocked from this exit, pooling by the head of his cock.

All he could do was moan in bliss as the creature turned, so agonizingly slowly, until finally, it was in the position it wanted. The backside of the creature was to him now, and it used the very same extraordinary ability he had seen earlier, as it climbed backwards up two walls of the stall with its hind legs, pressing its backside ever closer to his face. He was now made aware of the creatures gender, the unmistakable slit of a female, soaked in its own fluids was presented to him. Her tail uncoiled from around his arms, and the flat side of its blade pushed his head closer to her crotch.

She held still except for emphasizing what she wanted him to do with the broad side of her tail. His hands were free now, but she had him trapped still, in her own evil way, with her vice like mouth around his cock. If he tried running, she could easily keep a part of him behind with her. Resigned to his fate, his hands found their way up to her smooth, rounded ass. It was small, and compact, and fit well with the rest of the creature, but in a twisted way he could admit, the smooth curvature of it was incredibly alluring, it's chitnous like feeling only adding to it. Reluctantly, he placed his hands around her slit, parting it slowly. He got a hiss of approval from the other side, and she continued to pleasure him again, very slowly retracting her mouth from his cock.

As he slowly spread her open, it became apparent that his portion of the creatures biology was almost exactly the same as a human's, save for the fact that it's inside were a pale green. Her tail spurred him on, and again, reluctantly, he opened his mouth, extending his tongue onto her pleasure button. Just like her mouth, her insides were warm, and wet, but to his relief, she didn't drool from here. He flicked her button with his tongue, getting a shaky response from her as she continued to slowly pull away from his member, sending ripples of pleasure through him.

He spread her slit wide, extending his tongue deeper inward, before he was pushed hard by her tail even closer, until his lips were over hers. Figuring he knew what she was after, he clamped his lips over hers, receiving an excited squeal from her. He could feel the buildup in him again, as she continued to slowly withdraw her mouth from his cock, now, fondling his balls and using her warm drool to add to the affects. He continued to pleasure her, licking, sucking, and rubbing. Both his hands found their way onto her smooth ass cheeks again, and he found what he was looking for.

Spreading her cheeks, he found the entrance to her other hole, and continuing on with the show, slowly pressed one of his thumbs against it, until it gave way, and he entered her. There was a loud hiss as she tugged hard on his cock now, pulling on it with more force. His climax was coming again. He shuddered as she continued to pull, her mouth making loud suction noises as more of his member was freed. He plunged his thumb deeper into her ass, and clamped down hard on her slit, sucking on her button as hard as he could. Her legs were going weak as she squealed and hissed in pleasure, struggling again to stay attached and in place. Her mouth reached his tip, making very loud, wet, suction sounds as she pulled hard.

All at once, he suddenly let go, his cock pulsing, one burst, two bursts, three bursts, and four bursts of cum into her maw which was all sucked down like a vacuum. The feeling was so good that he climaxed again, sending another small load down her maw, which she sucked down too. He broke off from his business with her, completely lost in pleasure. With one final pull, her maw separated from his cock with a loud pop, completely dry, without a hint of the fact that she just guzzled down two of his loads and had a tendency to drool a lot. She hissed in displeasure at the fact that he had stopped, but he no longer cared. He was drained, completely.

The creature was left unsatisfied, and acted quickly, turning to face him. She snarled at him when her "face" was to him, as she moved over him, sliding her slit over his quickly falling member. She leaned in close to him, her lips pulled back in a snarl, but quickly changed as she connected with his. He was too weak to fight, or to even care at this point. He felt like a million bucks with a hangover after running a marathon, and for all he cared she could do what she wanted with him.

Her lips met with his, and without any fight, her smaller mouth entered past his, and began nipping and playing with his tongue. The continual flow of drool was there as always, now flooding into his mouth as he no doubt did the most dangerous act of French kissing of all time. There was so much of it that he had to swallow it to keep from chocking, but to his surprise, it didn't taste awful, almost sweet, and left him wanting more of the sweet, warm fluid, whenever she broke off to let him breathe. At the same time, she guided her slit over his member, and plunged herself down on it before it dropped any more.

She began riding him with abandon, bouncing on him with her powerful spring like legs, while she curled her tail around him, bringing him closer to her. She squealed with delight as after coiling around him, she carefully edged the tip of her blade like tail into her ass. Some deep down instinct moved his hands, as they found themselves on her small, curved ass, spreading her cheeks wide as she rode him, allowing her to send her tail even deeper into herself.

She stopped kissing him, and held her long head back in ecstasy, extending her maw outward as she rode him harder and harder, sending her tail deeper into her own ass. Drool poured from her maw, running down his body as she bounced, only helping to make the movement between the two even easier. He was only vaguely aware of his actions from that point on, but all he could remember was stopping her, much to her frustrated screech, as he lifted her up, and placed her on the seat of the toilet.

He brought her legs up, pleased with her flexibility, as he pushed them past her head with ease, both holes now exposed nicely to him. Maybe he had intended it, and maybe not, but he went lower than expected, and ended up squeezing into her tight ass. Uncaring, he began thrusting away at her, with her screeching loudly in response, wrapping her tail around him and entering her slit, pushing her tail in with each of his thrusts. Some primal thing inside him kept him going, as he rode her, leaning his hands on her legs as he pushed in close, wanting more of her sweet fluids which were now being spread across her chest as both her mouths were held open in ecstasy.

He locked his lips with hers, as he thrust harder, and harder, until he was about to reach his peak again, when she forcefully held him back with her tail. Slowly, she guided him to her true intended place, and he thrust away again, when, with the loudest shrieks he had heard from her yet, she climaxed, setting him off, and together, they reached their peak, rising together and falling.

The last thing he felt was the reluctant parting of her maw from his lips, and her tail uncoiling from around him. His vision was going dark as he spotted a long, slender tail, black as the shadows, sharp as a blade, being pulled into a vent on the ceiling above. He closed his eyes, and fell into the blackness of unconsciousness. The blackness reminded him of the strange, wonderful creature, as if from a faraway place somewhere, a distant dream.

Somewhere in his sleeping mind, he didn't care what would happen when they found him, and nor would they believe him. But that was fine. As long as the strange creature from the shadows was there, he was fine.

Unity

Heller leaned his head back against the wall as the hot water poured over his head. He slumped down against the wall, content to sit in the shower for as long as he could. After all, there was only one other occupant on the ship, so it wasn't like he...

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Fractured

Heller's eyes drifted around the ship lazily, looking for anything interesting. He had been crammed into this luxury soup can for at least three of four days now, sharing it with the sworn enemy of his race, an Elite, and a smart one at that too....

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Shattered

So far, in Heller's day, his day could have been described as a waking nightmare. If he was anything less than an ODST he would have broken by now. But like his ma and pa said, quitting just wasn't in their family. Of course, that didn't help so much...

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