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When Grayson awoke once again he found himself in a sterile room laid out in a hospital bed, various machines connected to his body as his entire body felt like it was made out of lead. Everything seemed... foggy, like he had just hit his head and had gotten knocked out. The last thing he remembered was landing on the planet to attempt to see what was going on, and then... Tank, Fonz... the battle with the bugs suddenly came into his mind and he could hear the machine beeping faster as he remembered what was happening to them. He felt himself begin to hyperventilate as he could feel that strange purple goo on his body, eating through his armor and keeping him stuck to the ground so that he couldn't help.

His quickening pulse seemed to send an alarm somewhere because a few seconds after he had woken up he saw someone coming in. Though he assumed it was a doctor it was hard to tell with the full haz-mat body suit that he was wearing as he came up to his bed side and told him to relax. "It's me, Doctor Jacobs," the man said as he put a gloved hand on Grayson's shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "I'm the one that administers your yearly physical, remember?"

Though the images were still strong in Grayson's mind the sound of the doctor's voice seemed to have a calming effect on him and the frenzied series of beeps that he had been hearing slowed down until they were steady once more. "I... must be on the Polaris then, right?" Grayson asked, the doctor nodding his head. "What happened?"

"Recovery team managed to find you before you turned into one of those... things," the doctor replied, Grayson twitching slightly as he remembered another fragment of the two infected soldiers transforming. "We still have you under quarantine lockdown along with the other two but it appears that whatever had caused them to change isn't present in your system. Commander Voltaire wants to keep you here for about a week in case any of the symptoms are delayed, but I've seen the video footage and if whatever happened to them was happening to you three right now I'm pretty sure we would have seen you expressing symptoms already."

Grayson felt his body practically shudder at the idea of turning into one of those strange purple rubber bug men, remembering how alien they looked despite having such humanoid features. Of course, some of them were stranger than others, like the spider taur that had captured them or the guy with a bee abdomen where his butt should have been. The soldier quickly shook off the weird thoughts and even though he already had an idea of the answer he asked if there was any chance that they might be able to save Fonz or Tank. The look down from the doctor said it all though, they had probably nuked the entire site already just to make sure that they could contain whatever had infected all those people down there.

Those suspicions were soon confirmed when he was visited by several others, including the Commander himself who wanted to make sure he was doing alright. Despite saying he was fine every time Grayson... wasn't really sure if that was the truth. While he wasn't sure if feeling devastated at the loss of his squad mates or relief that he had survived such an ordeal was the right thing, all he knew was that as time continued on he found himself experiencing... confusion mostly. There were so many questions that had been left unanswered and now without the facility to go back to there was nothing they could do but speculate, especially since he had to stay a week in a closed off environment with nothing to do but count the sterile tile on the walls and ceiling or sleep.

Finally the week had passed and no new anomalies had shown up in their tests, which meant that all three of them were free to go back to their normal bunks and return to the duty schedule. The only one that was out of place as Lawrence, who had been a security guard stationed at the facility and wasn't a part of the Polaris crew, but with the loss of Tank and Fonz they did have space for him once they got everything out in order to send back to their next of kin. Since both Grayson and Scathe had lost members of their squad they were assigned to ship duties instead of joining with another squad, at least until they could get away from the planet and be properly debriefed on a colony planet. Though Grayson was grateful for the consideration he would have preferred to be back on drills; not only was active ship duty extremely tedious to soldiers like him but they often had them working on things that no one else cared to do or just had them gopher for other departments which meant long stretches of boredom.

The last thing that Grayson wanted to do was be alone with his thoughts, especially after the week of doing nothing but thinking about what had happened down there in the facility. He could still see the look on those creature's faces as they loomed over him, could feel their unnaturally smooth skin as they brought them down to the medical facility. It had been continuously playing in his mind and after he got out of the medical wing he no longer had the drugs to help numb his body and mind to what he was experiencing. Even though he had been given a clean bill of health from the medical experts on the ship something... just didn't seem right anymore.

It had caused the soldier to retreat from a lot of the others on the ship, people that he would normally interact with on a daily basis now just seemed irritating to be around. He didn't know why but for some reason even just hearing their voices while they talked to one another was enough to throw him off, much less if they were directly talking to him. The only ones that didn't seem to trigger such a response was Scathe and Lawrence and when he told them about it they admitted to feeling the same way. Eventually as the days went by and things went back to normal after the insanity that was the initial incursion, they more often than not were content to hang out in the rooms of one another.

"Does anyone else notice the strange looks that they've been getting from others on this ship?" Lawrence asked as they ate their lunches together, something that at this point had become a ritual. "It's like they all know that something freaky happened to us and now they think we're some sort of strange alien buggers."

"In more than once sense of the word," Scathe replied while blowing the steam off of his cup of noodles. "By this point the supposedly sensitive footage that they got off our power has been circulated around the ship more than the air. They saw what happened to Tank and Fonz and wondered if the same thing happened to us even though they saw the results of such a... copulation."

Grayson continued to sit there and listen to the two-talk back and forth about what the others thought about them, thinking just how hard it was going to be to get integrated back into a squad rotation. The second that they go planetside to somewhere that has a semi-decent tech level someone is going to get the bright idea to upload that video to the matrix and it's going to spread like wildfire. Then the rumors are going to get circulated around that he led a team that got caught and... violated by those creatures, probably thinking they also had those strange cocks pushed up inside him. He began to think that it should have been him in Tank or Fonz's place, taking one for the team as their alien bodies rubbed against him in what he could only think was quite a bit of pleasure...

"Uh... Grayson?" the voice snapped the captain out of his mindset and he realized that the other two were staring at him, or rather staring down at the seat of his pants. When he looked down himself he saw that a tent had formed in his suit, something that caused him to quickly readjust himself even though they had already seen it. "You... alright there?"

"Yeah, just flustered with the entire situation is all," Grayson lied in an attempt to change the subject. "The Commander might be able to stop someone from uploading that recording onto the matrix but the rumor will soon spread, and then we're all going to be those three soldiers that got fucked by alien rubber bugs. The worst part is there's nothing we can do about it, we're just going to have to live with that fact for the rest of our lives."

Though the sentiment was certainly dour it definitely got their mind off of what was happening down below as he finished up the last of his sandwich and then informed them he had to go off and do inventory. Though it was somewhat true he actually didn't have to do anything like that for a few hours yet, but at that moment he just needed a second in order to get away from the two. It was a strange thought he had just had, but the second he started to walk away from the crew quarters and headed back towards one of the storage rooms the entire memory seemed to fade away from his mind. By the time he had reached the door to go in he had completely forgotten about it, to the point that he wondered why he had left their group lunch so early before shrugging his shoulders and stepping inside.

A few hours later the tedium of checking case after case to make sure that everything inside matched the numbers on the manifest was the same as the amount in the cart was practically putting Grayson to sleep. Though he had been given several days to complete this task he wanted to get it all done in one go to hopefully bet switched over to something more exciting then counting the number of charge packs they had on hand. When the numbers thankfully matched he checked it off the list and closed the crate before moving onto the next one. When he went around the corner to move on to the next category of cargo he stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the tablet on the floor and causing a loud clatter.

"It... it can't be," he stammered slightly as he saw Tank standing there completely naked, something that he had only seen a few times before when they needed to get decontaminated together. "How?"

"We survived," Tank said, his voice sounding weird as he began to approach Grayson, stretching out his meaty hand as purple goo began to leak out from his palm. "But soon we will parish. You must help us Grayson... help us..."

The captain's breath froze in his throat as he found himself with his back against the cold steel wall of the ship, unable to do anything but watch the other male continue to come towards him while more of the purple fluid oozed from his nostrils, eyes, and ears. When Tank got close enough to Grayson to almost touch him it snapped the man out of his fear-induced trance and he dodged past the naked male and slid into a side aisle, ducking behind several crates he had already checked and immediately turning back to see what was happening. When he didn't see anything he waited, eventually peering out only when he heard the sound of the door opening. When Grayson got up and went back around to see what was going on he only found empty space where Tank was standing as the new person who entered asked if he was alright.

Grayson just shook his head and excused himself, picking up the tablet he had been using to do inventory and putting it back on the docking station before leaving for the night. As he walked down the pathways towards his own dorm he began to do a quick mental self-assessment, trying to see if there was something going on with him that might have been missed by the scanners. Everything looked to be in place though and after a while he just blamed it on how tired he was. As part of the recovery process he had been given sleeping pills in order to actually get a decent night, which helped since the first few nights he decided he didn't need them and each time he ended up being transported back down to that space station surrounded by the purple bugs.

Once he had gotten done showering he put the pill in his hand and took it, shaking the bottle to see how many he had left. He was supposed to have enough in order to last the entire duration of their orbit around the planet until the kills are confirmed on the planet surface, something that can thankfully be done by long-range scanners once the neutron radiation had cleared. Then maybe he could get some real help, or just go with a back-alley brain doc to chop out the memories and guilt of the entire experience. Before he could plan too much the medication kicked in and he finally dozed off into a night of restless sleep.

The next morning Grayson walked over to the other end of the crew quarters in order to tell the others what he had experienced the night before, going up to Scathe's door and putting in the code to open it. What he saw when he was in there was something he hadn't expected to see, immediately putting his hands over his eyes and backing away as he saw the younger man with Lawrence, the two of them completely naked on the bed with one man between the legs of the other. His intrusion didn't seem to bother the two in the slightest and kept going without saying a word to Grayson about what he had walked in on. The captain was just about to leave when he heard what the two were saying to one another that caused him to pause.

"Yeah, breed me bug boy!"

"You're going to look so good with your belly stuffed with my eggs..."

"Make me your broodling..."

The back and forth continued on until finally Grayson was able to pull himself away and close the door behind him. It was likely the other two were so involved in their passionate rutting of one another they didn't even know he had come in, which made what he had heard all the more awkward. While it wasn't quite proper to have carnal relations with other members of the crew that was the thought in the furthest back of his mind as he tried to comprehend the strange role-play they were involved in. Were those two... actually getting off on what had happened to the others?

His next decision as he got himself some breakfast while waiting for the two to finish was whether or not he was going to confront them on what he had saw and heard. Part of him thought that he should, if only to potentially steer them towards someone to talk to on very deviant act they had just performed. Another part of him stated that it was none of his business and that he just let them be... people work through stress in their own way and maybe that was just how they did it. Plus he wanted to see about the other issue he had and he doubted that they would be very interested in talking to him if he embarrassed them with his meddling into their sex life.

It didn't take much for him to decide on leaving things be... at least for the time being. There was nothing that said he couldn't talk to them later about it and he really didn't want to lose the only support network he had at the moment because they were being kinky. After taking an hour to eat his breakfast and catch up on a few things he decided they had probably finished and could come back. He walked over to the crew quarters and this time buzzed the door, hearing a voice a few seconds later telling him to come in.

The two continued to look at him with smiles on their faces like nothing had happened, and though once more Grayson thought that he might want to talk to them about their conduct he instead decided to let it go in favor of more pressing matters. "So I'm glad that I caught you guys early," he said, the faces of the other two going more serious as they leaned in. "I... had some sort of strange vision, or something like that, and it involved... Tank."

He told the two everything about the encounter that had happened, how he had been nearly cornered by someone who was supposed to be dead and how when someone else came in the vision was gone. When he said that perhaps there was something going on with him mentally the other two reassured him that it was alright and that they were having the same thing. Grayson was shocked to hear that Lawrence had gotten visited twice by the other security guards that had been in the facility with him, both of them pinning them down while the other shoved their tongue into his mouth so that he was starting to change. For Scathe it was Fonz who had come after him while he had been stuck in a dream with him and that the two actually had a conversation before it ended with the deceased soldier turning into one of those bug creatures.

"Wait, you said this happened to you in a dream?" Grayson asked, the two nodding. "Have you not been taking your sleeping meds that were prescribed?"

"I don't believe in taking such things," Scathe said. "They make my mind all fuzzy and I can't focus on my work. When I told Lawrence about it he said that he was having trouble remembering things and I told him to stop the medication as well. I take it you've been on them?"

"Ever since I got them," Grayson replied. "No way I want to see any of those things in my dreams like you have."

"It sounds like they're finding other ways to manifest instead," Scathe stated. "Why don't you just try not taking one and see what happens? What's the worst that it could do, you have a nightmare and end up losing the night of sleep?"

Though a lost night of sleep wasn't exactly what Grayson had in mind when he thought of the worst case scenario he told them he might be willing to give it a try. The two talked more for a while before the captain got up and stated he had to finish up the inventory that he had gotten left when he had the vision. The others nodded and told him if he got any more such things that he should tell one of them as soon as possible so that they would deal with it together. He just nodded and walked out, missing the fact that the two readjusted their uniforms below the belt after talking about such things while the door closed...

The day seemed to pass by without incident, though the scene between Scathe and Lawrence was something that he just couldn't quite get out of his head. It made him wonder if he was making the right choice not going to the medbay and telling them what was going on, between his vision and the obvious sexual pleasure the other two were getting it was more than just a physical problem they were having. Every time he thought to do so though he remembered being in that room, feeling helpless as he was forced to wait in quarantine while they sat there attempting to figure out what was wrong only to find nothing. How long would they lock him up this time when he told him they were all having strange symptoms which were probably just part of the shock of going through such an ordeal?

That night as Grayson sat in his bed he held the pill in his hand that would guarantee him sleep, even it wasn't exactly good. Did he take it and risk Tank coming back during the day because of his unresolved issues, or did he risk what the realm of dreams had in store for him? After a bit of back and forth he decided that he needed to get down to the bottom of this and put the pill back in the bottle before slamming it shut. Though his anxiety kept him from getting to sleep right away it eventually came to him, Grayson tossing and turning slightly as he slipped into unconsciousness...

When he awoke again he found that the night had passed him by without incident, looking at his clock to see that he hadn't woken up once because of nightmares or anything like that. Had he really been so paranoid over something that had turned out to be nothing? It caused him to shrug as he got up and started his morning routine, sighing as he remembered that now that he was done with inventory he would be back to sitting behind a desk reorganizing the order system so that the different departments could find things better. Why couldn't they just invent a computer program that deals with such nonsense, he thought to himself as he put on his uniform jacked and opened the door to step inside.

"Hello Captain," a stern, low voice said as Grayson saw Tank standing on the other side of the door, gasping as he tried to run past the brick wall of a man only to be instantly denied and brought back into his quarters. "You're a hard man to catch up with, and I thought after my last failed attempt to contact you in the storage room you would have ran off and gotten yourself committed."

"This... this isn't real..." Grayson stammered as he continued to crawl back into the room as Tank went inside and closed it behind him. "This is all a dream! You're just some construct of my mind!"

"You are certainly right on the first two," Tank said with a laugh as he went over and picked up the other man like was a rag doll and set him down on the edge of the bed. "But the one thing I am not is a construct of your mind. You have to help us Captain, you have to save all of us before we're destroyed down here..."

"Down here..." Grayson repeated before he turned back and a window that had never been in his quarters before showed the surface of the planet they were currently in orbit around. "No way, you were all destroyed! I saw the footage when they used the Triple Threat ordinance against the facility and wiped it off the map!"

"That it did..." Tank said, though his voice started to become distorted as his eyes began to turn purple and leak the same goo Grayson had seen in the station. "But thanks to the assimilation of these two we knew what was going to happen, and thankfully for us the ordinance you just described relies primarily on neutron radiation to destroy everything. While that normally does do the trick it wouldn't have any effects on creatures that were imbued with a certain mineral..."

"Falchorite..." Grayson stated. "You're all made of Falchorite..."

"Which is the only thing that saved the hive," the creature said, though its human guise was slipping as the already naked man's skin began to turn shiny and purple as if it was proving the point. "But the ordinance had a secondary effect of destabilizing the planet's crust, if it was to be hit with a second blast then the mantle will rupture and we will be jettisoned into space where we will all parish."

Grayson gathered that somehow the creatures were able to pool their knowledge together since Tank wouldn't have been able to spell some of the words coming out of his mouth, much less know the meaning of them. Or was this all some sort of mental breakdown, his mind attempting to comprehend some way where he could save the members of his squad because he didn't allow them to get blown off the surface of an alien world after being infected? His thoughts were growing confusing and as he tried to shake his head and attempt to wake up a powerful pair of hands grabbed onto his head, Grayson feeling three thick, clawed fingers covered in chitin holding onto him and forcing him to look into the purple eyes of his mutating squad mate. At this point he looked more bug then human, his lips spread open and drooling more of the purple goo as a pincer had grown out of one side of his mouth.

"We tried to make you see in order to save us from the wrath was coming," the creature said, Grayson's mind suddenly remembering being dragged into the glass tubes that had formerly been the bio chambers for the mining facility. "You were left untouched by our kind in your body but we altered your mind so you could see what was going to happen to us. Don't you see that you are already one of us, you just haven't been evolved yet..."

Grayson reached up and tried to grab the thick, muscular arms of the one that was holding his head, but as he did he gasped in pure shock as he saw that his hands looked similar to the ones that were holding him. "No!" he said, feeling purple oozing down his mouth as he suddenly found a mirror next to him and saw that his normal human visage had been replaced with that of an insect man that looked somewhat similar to the dragonfly that was holding onto him. "This isn't real, that can't be me..."

Though the other bug creature didn't say any more he could feel like it was refuting him, telling him that he could no longer deny his true nature as he was pushed backwards onto the bed. With his human form gone Grayson found himself unable to muster the same resistance that he did before, and how could he when he looked and felt so... right. His mind had begun to rebel against the human construct that had been fabricated to get him back aboard the Polaris, revealing the alien programming underneath that they had been so careful to layer in just under the surface. Now it was time to reveal himself for what he truly was, his mandibles opening as the ovipositor tongue from Tank slid out and pushed its way inside of his own blunt muzzle...

When Grayson awoke again he bolted upright, his sleepwear soaked with sweat as he quickly got out of the bed and pulled off the wet clothing. He could feel his entire body trembling as he got up from his bed and went to his shower to clean himself off. The second that it had reached temperature, which wasn't very long, he hoped inside in order to try and rinse away the dream that he had just experienced... or was it a dream? His mind was still reeling as those thoughts came back to him, the feeling he had that this was all just a construct of his mind as he rested his head and arms against the wall of the shower. As he looked down and watched the water swirling into the drain on its way back to the recycler he began to see it shift colors, going from clear to purple as the liquid seemed to thicken into goo.

Grayson had to blink his eyes several times as he stood up, looking at his hands and seeing that they were covered in the same substance. It was everywhere... his body was rejecting his human form as black claws began to grow from his fingers, several of which had begun to merge together. He knew that he should be afraid, but all that fear he had been experiencing for so long seemed to wash away just like the purple ooze on his body that leaked out of the plates of Falchorite chitin that were growing underneath his skin. One of them... he was one of them... the thought continued to echo in his mind as he stood there in his shower.

The minutes passed and finally the automatic shut-off kicked in, leaving the human standing there completely still. He remained that way until he heard the bell to his door ring, causing the naked male to mechanically walk out of the bathroom and go to it. The second that he unlocked it the door slid open to reveal Scathe on the other side of it. Though to the outside world he looked like his uniformed self Grayson saw differently, the anthro anthropoid walking in and closing the door behind him quickly. In his eyes the other male almost looked comical with his bulky body stuffed into those clothes, their antennae twitching as they quickly did away with any garment that was between them.

The second that the two were naked they immediately began to rut with one another, Grayson taking the lead and getting on top of Lawrence. In the back of his mind he realized it was the exact same situation he had walked in on before, except when he thought back to that time he saw two buff, handsome insectile men copulating with one another. It was... beautiful, and he was about to experience the same as he took his ridged, rubbery purple member and began to push it into the hole of the male beneath him. Both creatures moaned as their bodies reacted to one another like live wires, the pleasure cascading through both their systems as Grayson succumbed to the corruption that had been instilled on him back down in the planet.

"We must save the rest of the hive," Lawrence hissed, his mandibles clicking as his hole stretched over the cock being pushed into him. "You know what that means..."

"It means we must evolve," Grayson replied, his vision betraying him and showing him and his lover as humans once more with his member between the cheeks of the other. It was an almost disgusting sight to him after what he had seen, just like when he thought of all those living in ignorance of their potential. "Then we must take over the ship... completely infest it so that we may spread..."

"It will not be easy," Lawrence replied, both of them letting out a hiss of relief as their brief glimpse of reality was washed away to return them back to their preferred forms. "There are many on this ship and we do not have any biological means to transform anyone. If we were to get one of the biopods and corrupt it however we might find a means to return ourselves to our original forms."

Just as Grayson was about to respond he groaned as his mind's eye gave him an extra pair of arms sprouting out from his sides, which he immediately used to grip onto Lawrence's sides and thrust into him even harder. "The biopods... will be locked down tight..." Grayson finally managed to say once he had gotten his mind above the lust that was clouding it. "But I have... another idea... that will allow us to create what we need..."

Once the two had finished, both of them orgasming deeply and cementing their corrupted selves into their minds, they got dressed as best they could before heading back out into the ship. Even though they saw themselves as the creatures they truly wished to be they knew in the back of their minds that they still were physically human, something they hoped to change fairly soon as they looked out into the hall before moving forward. They made a quick stop at Scathe's room, Grayson seeing him as a creature just like them, and informed him of the plan that they had made. The third member of their hive nodded and agreed to it and together the three made their way to what would hopefully be the saving grace of their new species...