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The planet Dathmoth was barren, desolate, and unable to sustain any sort of life with its acrid atmosphere and sulfuric storms that constantly ravaged the surface. Any space freighter that happened to pass by it wouldn't have given it a second look, but with the advent of cutting edge sonar technology a research vessel found out that Dathmoth was hiding a secret underneath its crust. It was the mineral Falchorite, which after a recent breakthrough in refining processes could be smelted down into a material called Falchion. Falchion was lightweight but extremely absorbent to almost any potential ionizing and radioactive particles; even a thin layer on the outer wall of a reactor or warp engine rendered the entire thing safe to be around and even touch if one was adventurous enough.

It was the sudden demand for mass quantities of the ore that made establishing a mining base amidst the hellish conditions of the planet worthwhile. The deep penetration scanners had found several hardy veins underneath the surface and the area they were in had a mountain plateau high enough to avoid most of the acidic flooding that happened on the planet. Several mining corporations engaged in a cutthroat bid to get to the planet first and in the end a sizable base had been built into the side of the mountain by several of them conglomerated together. The second that it was deemed safe enough to drill that same corporation sent two dozen miners there to operate the machinery and make sure that the base ran smoothly.

After nearly two months of deep core drilling into the surface of the planet the miners were close to what they were after, the Falchorite vein right under their feet as the three-man team watched the particle drill continue its automated descent downward. "It's about time we finally get there," the biggest of the three said as he turned the wheel on one of the pressure pipes. "I'm tired of digging through hundreds of meters of rock down in to the belly of this devil planet for nothing."

"I can see that you're not one for the journey Samson," another guy said, this one pushing his glasses as he typed into a diagnostic laptop. "We get paid the same regardless of whether we're digging up Falchorite or if we're vaporizing scrap rock, so really it's better the longer that we're digging down here."

"Oh really?" the third of the group replied, crossing his arms. "You're not the one that has to hear the higher ups bitch and moan that we're not working fast enough Malachi. I swear every day I'm on the vid link it's them asking the same question. Johnny, why hasn't any of the crews managed to get to the main vein yet? Sometimes I'm thankful when the sulfur storms knock out our communications."

"Falchorite means that they'll start sending in transport teams to get this stuff," Samson stated with a huff. "Finally, would get some variety to the ugly mugs that I have to stare at around here."

All three of them had a chuckle before once more falling back to their assigned tasks, though after a few minutes the drill automatically shut itself down. The miners looked at one another in confusion as Samson pulled back the drill up the shaft and they looked down at the whole that had been created. When they asked Malachi what was up the analyst's eyes went up in surprise. One of the failsafes that had been built into the drill had caused it to shut off because of the detection of... organic matter.

"No way," Samson scoffed. "There's no way this sulfur drenched planet has anything living on it besides us."

"Don't be so quick to judge," Malachi replied as he tried to get a better sensor reading. "There are creatures on our own planet that live in extreme conditions all the time, perhaps whatever is down there has adapted to the environment of the planet, or maybe we've dug down deep enough that the harsh conditions of the planet no longer affect it."

"Well the drill wouldn't stop because some microscopic bacteria was down there," Johnny scoffed as he pulled back. "We also can't stop either, not when we're close to the Falchorite and the bonus that comes with being the first crew to striking it. Normally I'd say override the drill and keep going but protocol dictates we at least take a sample of whatever is down there and the drill made a log of it, so someone is going to have to go spelunking and retrieve it.

After a few minutes of heated debate it was decided that their analyst would go down since he was the best suited for the task. Malachi sighed and after suiting up and grabbing a specimen container he allowed the other two to lower him into the hole. They had only gotten a few feet from their drill site, which meant that it was a short trip down until Samson and Johnny could tie off the rope. They kept in radio communication with the explorer while they started to prepare for the next descent, installing the tracks for the next time they had put lower the drill.

Just as they put the track in however a loud scream through the radio caused them to drop the steel beam they were hoisting to clatter to the ground as they ran to the rope. They could hear Malachi continue to shout and cry for them to pull him up as they grabbed the pulley and immediately began to hoist up their fellow miner. It took less than a minute and when they did get him up he was still crying out in pain as he clutched his arm. When they finally got him to the edge of the pit they stripped off his helmet off and they found him flushed in pain and sweat as he continued to clutch his hand.

"It bit me!" Malachi shouted. "Something down there fucking bit me!"

"Samson, seal up the hole with the drill!" Johnny shouted as he brought the injured man to the side of the cave so that he could sit down. "You probably just pinched your hand in the stone or something, stop grabbing at it like it's going to fall off and let me take a look."

After spending a few moments to make sure Malachi didn't go into shock he finally pulled his hand back to see what the injury was. The glove had been pierced and there was a small dribble of blood that was coming out of it. After they had pulled it off Malachi started to go pale as they looked at the puncture wound and saw that it was deep, the flesh around it an angry red color. As Johnny got a medkit for a temporary patch he had to brace his shoulder to keep the swooning miner from falling over.

"Damn... we're going to have to take this to the infirmary," Johnny said as Samson came back after lowering the drill once more. "That's an incident report that I didn't want to write so close to hitting the motherload. Samson, go and inform the other team that they are going to need to take over for us. Tell them... there might be something down there to watch out for and that the drill detected biological matter."

"You know that the next mining team is going to just plow through it to get to that Falchonite," Samson sighed as he looked down at the bloody bandage on the other man's hand. "Do you really think that he was bit by something down there? Like, an actual alien creature?"

Johnny sighed and helped Malachi to his feet. "Doesn't look like it was a bite," he said as he began to move the injured crewmate over to the service elevator. "I would hate to meet the thing that could chomp through one of our survival suits... no, looks like a jagged piece of rock might have fallen on his hand. Either way we have to get it treated, you just do what I tell you and I'll get him there."

It was a long ride up to the main base and by the time they had gotten to the floor they needed Malachi was white as a sheet. Johnny started to become concerned that while he might not have gotten bitten by something there was a potential contaminant on that rock that would cause him to grow worse. But that wasn't for him to decide as he brought him into the sick bay. Due to the nature of their somewhat small crew most of their treatments came from automated processes, including the flesh grafter that Johnny used to seal up the wound on his hand.

Though Johnny thought about calling in the one doctor they have to take a look at it Malachi looked like he was recovering enough that he was just in a bit of shock. "Listen, I have to go and fill out an incident report about all this," Johnny informed the other miner who looked blearily back at him. "I want you to stay here and get some rest to make sure that hand heals up properly. If anything happens you call the good doctor, but otherwise I' just going to give you something to help with the residual pain."

"But my hand," Malachi said as before Johnny took an autoinjector and put it to his neck, the fast-acting sedative causing the miner's eyes to droop. "I saw the creature... it was an alien... bug..."

Johnny just kept reassuring Malachi that it was alright as he helped the injured male lay down on one of the cots that were set up in the room. Once he was sure that the guy wasn't going to move anymore there was the matter of getting to the administration office and filing the report. Though it would only take an hour or so he didn't want to leave his friend in case he started ranting and raving about some sort of bug that bit him to the others. He could only imagine the laughingstock his team would be if that ever got out, but the tranquilizer gave him more than enough time as he left sick bay.

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But less than an hour later Malachi awoke again, his entire body dripping with sweat as he struggled to breathe. It felt like his entire body was on fire and a pulsating sensation was coming from his infected hand. The last thing he clearly remembered was getting lowered down into the hole in order to see if he could find the source of the organic matter in the drill hole. There were eyes, unmistakable purple eyes of some sort of insect followed by a sharp pain in his hand. Whatever it was had bit him... no, as the memories returned it had stung him as he tried to back away...

When Malachi tried to brace himself on the infected hand he let out a sharp hiss of pain and recoiled, almost falling off of the medical table. His gaze quickly darted down to it and what he saw caused his blood to pound in his ears and his eyes to grow as wider as plates. He could hardly see his individual digits anymore as his hand had gone from an angry red to deep purple like the entire swollen appendage was covered in a deep bruise. Had it just been that it would have been worrisome enough but as his eyes traveled up his hand he saw that whatever infection he had caused his veins to turn a bright purple all the way up to his shoulder.

"Oh gods," he said as he could still feel his hand pulsing, watching even now as his fingers seemed to begin to fuse together. "Need help... have to call the doctor..."

Just as Malachi shifted his body to press the help button a surge of growth caused his entire form to writhe and spasm. He fell to the floor as it felt like every muscle in his mutated arm was flexing at once, the muscle thickening as his hand swelled like a balloon. At first he thought it was going to pop, the very thought making him sick, but instead his flesh hardened and a bright purple fluid began to drip off his melted together fingers while they formed into something alien and monstrous. When he was finally able to think clearly again, he was staring at a pincer that you would see on some sort of crab... or insect...

Malachi groaned as his mind flashed back to when he had been down in that hole, his mind pushing away the darkness that had prevented him from remembering before. He remembered that there was something down there with him; at first he couldn't see it but every time he shifted his flashlight beam around he thought he saw movement that just escaped the light. In his mind's eye he could only watch as he flailed about and tried to trap whatever it was using his free hand try and block the movement of whatever it was. When he finally did he had just caught a glimpse, the beam of light illuminating an unnaturally shiny scorpion-like creature as he saw its dagger-like tail streak right towards his hand...

The mutating creature nearly fell as a sudden surge of growth brought him back to the present, holding onto the steel table with his still unmutated hand as he felt something dribbling out of his mouth and pulled it back to reveal purple saliva. Whether it was the nature of the alien venom in his system or the painkillers he had been given there was no pain even as he felt his infected arm continue to swell with growth. When he was able to focus he saw that the giant pincer that had been his hand clasping back and forth as his new carapace gleamed in the light. At first he thought it was a hard shell, but it actually was extremely smooth with a slight give to it like it was made of rubber.

With the initial shock out of the way Malachi began to turn away from what was happening to him to what could be done to stop it. Whatever thing that infected him had to be stopped, and if there wasn't any way to do it with their current med bay he could just be frozen in one of the cryo pods and shipped off to another station where they could help him. But the longer he tried to formulate a plan the harder it became to think of it, his thoughts growing fuzzy as he tried to focus on them. Even though he couldn't put it into words the thought of leaving the planet was a strange and scary prospect to him as he put his unchanged hand to his head.

As he ran his fingers through his hair he stopped when he felt a pair of bumps on his head, and when he pulled his hand back he saw that it was covered in the same purple slime that was leaking out of his mouth and from his mutated arm. Thoughts of possibly being treated went out the window as he staggered over to one of the mirrors. When he put more weight down on his foot he heard a pop and looked down to see that three of his toes had pierced through his work boot on his infected side, though they were no longer human as they were thick and tipped with shiny black talons. He could hardly believe they were attached to his body as he tried to reach down with his pincer hand to push off his shoes only to shred his pants leg and reveal even more of the purple rubber carapace that had grown beneath it.

At this point Malachi was trailing a line of purple goo as he made his way over to the mirror to examine himself for the first time. What he saw in the reflection caused him to recoil in shock; not only was his arm completely transformed but his shirt, made transparent by the copious amount of goo leaking from his mouth, revealed that his chest had also changed significantly as well. Most of his upper chest and abs were covered with the same purple carapace, though some areas had a shiny black rubber underneath it as the infection continued to rage through his body. What struck him as he continued to look at himself, one of his eyes completely turned black while the other had veins traveling towards the pupil, was that in his corrupted mind he actually looked... kind of hot.

The second that thought entered into his mind he tried to shake his head, though it caused more of his purple tinted hair to fall around his shoulders as he realized just how absurd that was. He was turning into some sort of rubber bug thing and the first thing that came to his mind was how muscular he looked? Obviously whatever infection he had gotten was messing with his mind, trying to keep him from seeking the treatment he so desperately needed. As he put his hand and pincer against his head he felt those bumps again and when he looked up he saw that a pair of antennae were pushing their way out of his skull as the hair he thought was falling out of his scalp was actually forming into a mane that had grown down past his neck.

He had to get help, Malachi thought as he pried his gaze away from the mirror and looked around the med bay. His thoughts started to feel sluggish and wrong as he tried to think of what to do next, shaking his head as he looked at the intercom that connected to the doctor. It didn't seem right... the doctor's wouldn't be able to help him... he needed someone that he could confide in. When his thoughts turned to Johnny he lit up, his tongue licking his lips awkwardly as his brain became focused on the other male. That was the right answer, Malachi echoed to himself as he began to move towards the door, he needed to find Johnny...

Meanwhile Johnny had just come out of his meeting with the admin, sighing as he rubbed his face with his hands. They were not pleased with the fact that they had an injured miner just minutes from a potentially rich Falchorite vein that would make this entire endeavor worth it. What made things worse was that their team was taken off the rotation for a week, which meant even if they did manage to go entire cycle without striking the vein they wouldn't be able to pick up their shift to hit it. That meant the bonus for reaching the Falchorite first was completely out of his hands and Johnny could feel his blood pressure rising as he went to the medical bay to check on the injured worker.

"I got some bad news-" Johnny started to say as he walked into the infirmary, only to stop dead mid-sentence as his jaw went agape in horror. Not only was the patient he was coming to see not there but the entire area looked like an industrial drum of grape jelly had exploded in the room. "What the hell..."

Just as Johnny was about to go to the comms and call the doctor he stopped before a particularly large puddle of the substance as a familiar odor hit his nostrils. As a veteran deep-space miner he was accustomed to such a smell, just not one in a sick bay as he knelt down and sniffed the gel-like substance. "That's... Falchorite runoff?" he said as he got back to his feet. "What is this doing here of all places, and where it Malachi?"

The concerned miner looked down at the trail of purple goo and saw that it clearly ran out of the other door in the sick bay, Johnny moving to follow it while avoiding the mess on the floor. Mysteries continued to swirl in the head of the miner as he followed the trail that continued down the empty hallway, most of the other workers either on their shift or in bed to prepare for the next one. He wondered what was going on, even without Malachi's disappearance there was the fact that they had Falchorite splattered along the floor even without them hitting a vein of it yet. Even if the sick miner had somehow found a way to get it at without anyone knowing it then why would he bring it back up to the sick bay only to spill it everywhere?

The perplexed miner continued to follow the trail, and as he did he realized that it was heading back in the direction of the crew quarters but the longer he followed it the more there was. It also seemed to be more like a liquid, which meant that unlike normal Falchorite run-off this had a far higher solidification rate. From the infirmary to the crew quarters it had gone from completely gooey to puddles, though as the trail seemed to reach its conclusion he suddenly gathered that he had other things to be concerned about. The trail ended right at his room... and some of the fluid was dripping from the other side.

There were only a few people that even knew what his room code was to access his space when he wasn't in it, and given all the other clues he had a good idea of who it was. He quickly accessed the door himself and when the door opened he peeked inside, only to see that there wasn't a light on anywhere in his room. "Malachi?" he called in, walking in his room as he saw that the floor was covered in the purple liquid. "What in the hell is going on here..."

There was no response but as he went over to the light switch to turn it on he spotted movement in the corner of the darkness. Johnny froze when he heard something that wasn't human, a chittering noise that caused his stomach to sink into his feet. Before he could do anything else he was struck a heavy blow to his shoulder that caused him to skid into his own room. With the goo on the metal floor he found himself sliding all the way to the other side and pushing up against the wall. Johnny felt himself gasp for air as the one that knocked the wind out of him stood in front of the light of the still open door.

The humanoid creature breathed heavily as black eyes stared at him, the light glistening off taut muscles covered in human flesh and a strange shiny purple carapace of the naked form. One side of his body was absolutely monstrous as where a hand should have been there was a large and deadly pincer that was likely the culprit in his attack. As his eyes drifted from the spiked shoulder to the partially transformed chest of the creature and down to the changed leg on the same side. On the other part of their body it was still human, but only just as Johnny could see that some of their fingers are merging together and purple spikes were growing out of the skin as it approached him.

"J... ohn... ny..." the creature said, though it was hard to hear from the constant gurgling that was coming from its mouth. As the door closed and the lights turned on Johnny knew that he was staring at the mutated body of his friend Malachi... even though his brain couldn't comprehend it as he struggled to his feet. The miner was at a loss for words but as he got up and pressed his body against the wall the advancing monster suddenly stopped and grunted.

Johnny felt his jaw drop and his blood freeze in sheer terror as the naked rear of the man suddenly began to expand, the spine visibly stretching as the flesh on the end of it turned bright purple. When the end of it swelled into a wicked stinger while the appendage continued to stretch, lengthening until it started to get to where it could touch Malachi's shoulders. As the transforming male continued to grunt and groan Johnny suddenly realized that the way to the door was clear and that the alien creature that was threatening him was occupied. Though it was still very hard to keep his footing Johnny tried to stay as quiet as possible as also saw Malachi's already deformed face and head swelled with new growth.

Just as the human thought that he might be able to go out and get some help he made the mistake of turning away from the creature for a second to look at the door control. The second he did he felt a sharp pinch in his back and he turned to see the rubber scorpion tail hovering around him before his muscles began to seize. He was able to take one more step before he collapsed to the floor, his paralyzed body hitting the ground as he felt his heart began to race. He could feel the soft thud of the monstrous insect's footsteps hitting the floor as he felt one of those pincers wrap around his waist and hoist him into the air.

The first impression that Johnny thought was that this was it, he was going to die covered in purple goo and in the grasp of someone who had been his friend. To his surprise he was taken over to his bed and laid down with surprising gentleness. As he was put on his back Johnny saw that what humanity Malachi had left was almost completely gone, from his thick neck down he looked like a muscular rubber scorpion creature complete with a long, prehensile cock that wiggled in the air. The transformed male also had a mane of long purple shiny hair with a pair of antennae and pointed ears that stuck up from it.

"Neeeeed..." the creature said in an unearthly voice, though it became more distorted by the second as Malachi leaned forward while staring at the paralyzed miner with those solid black orbs for eyes. "Breeeeeeed..." If Johnny hadn't been completely frozen he would have been shocked with fear as Malachi's rubbery lips began to thicken. "Spreeeeeeeead..."

All Johnny could do was watch as a pair of mandibles pushed their way out of Malachi's mouth, fusing with the already black and purple rubber flesh of his face as it spread open the hole. As it hovered only a few inches from his face he could see that the inside of the stretched maw was transformed as well as a bright purple tongue slithered out and drifted towards his face. As it moved back in forth in front of his vision he could see that it wasn't quite a solid appendage, the opening suggesting that it was actually a tube. He didn't have much time to contemplate it though as it slowly disappeared from his vision before he began to feel something push against his lips.

The human let out a muffled grunt as the alien bug creature began to stuff his mouth with his thick, slimy tongue. At this point Johnny could feel the venom that had been injected to him start to wear off, but all that did was allow him to feel that strange fleshy tube continue to slither down into his throat. His fingers curled and pressed against the thin bedsheets as it continued to invade him to the point where it started to show as a growing bulge in his neck. Though he had expected it to be painful Malachi had proved invaluable to the evolution into the creature that he had become, which included a proper method for how to convert the creatures known as humans...

Johnny would have arched his back if he hadn't been partially paralyzed as the rubbery tongue that connected his mouth to the bug creature swelled slightly before a rush of some sort of fluid was poured into him. Almost immediately the human's cock surged with growth as the arousal that came from the goo being fed to him, some of the purple substance leaking out of his nose as the pincers of the scorpion worked on removing the pesky garments. As he felt himself quickly become naked Johnny could only feel the bliss from the intoxicating liquid pumped into him, his eyes rolling back into his head as his entire body began to quiver from the sudden influx of the alien substance.

As the helpless human continued to writhe on the bedsheets, showing that the venom was wearing off, the rubber scorpion took his pincers and wrapped them around the flailing legs to bring him to the end of the bed. His feeder tongue remained inside the mouth of the human in order to keep him passive as his ovipositor pushed against the exposed hole. The aphrodisiac nature of the goo still being pumped into the human also prepared his body for what was about to happen next. Already Malachi could sense that his friend was ripe and ready for him as he began to push his mutated cock into the male beneath him.

The two males grunted and groaned around the tongue in both their mouths as Malachi pushed forward, sinking the rubber member into the human even deeper with the aided lubrication of the purple goo. Johnny was so lost in the haze of passionate lust that was coming from the dual penetration that he didn't even notice as his rock-hard cock was dripping pre that was being tinted with purple, or that something had started to bulge out the ovipositor that was being thrusted in and out of the stretched hole. What did rise up from the flood of pleasure was something that was bumping up against the ring of muscle. It was something inside of Malachi's member, the bulge stretching out the rubbery flesh before it traveled down and popped inside Johnny's hole, causing the human to let out a muffled scream of ecstasy as the object slid inside him while a second bulge appeared at Malachi's base...