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Lemur lay prone on the mound of slick, violet limbs, tangled loosely in loops of tentacles. They quivered softly with each deep breath the roper took and the movement threatened to lull her back to sleep. The beast was sound asleep after having (finally) finished with her. She cautiously moved, testing her arms, legs and tail. The roper flexed gently, letting out a long, burbling snort that was muffled by its coils. She paused, feeling it settle back down beneath her. She would be lying if she denied that she had enjoyed the previous day, taking guilty pleasure in the attentions the creature had shown her after years of loneliness. What had began as a simple salvage job had turned out remarkably different and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it now she had sobered up.

She craned her neck and peered down the hill of tangled tentacles to the tatters of her clothes and saw the flat, square shape of her datapad. The screen was cracked and the case so battered by the initial struggle that a corner of the motherboard was poking out from one corner of the case. She lay back with an exasperated sigh, absently running a hand across her stomach. She still ached, felt sticky and was craving toast smothered in jam. She shifted a little more, eventually slithering down the side of the tangled mass of roper, searching her muddled memory for the crashed ship's cargo manifest.

[i]Silk bolts for Onnoya IV, something else for Arga Secundus...[/i] The deck plates were cool beneath her feet as she padded across the narrow cargo hold, and scooped up her datapad. The screen flickered at her touch. Error messages twitched across the display and then the datapad froze, blue screening. She sighed and cast about, seeing the stacks of shipping containers held fast in their locks and crash webs. The only ones that had been damaged by the ship's impact on the asteroid's surface was the crate of silk and the roper units. Two stasis units, each one containing a single, mature roper, both beasts from Helcor Exo.

She stared at them. The units were side-by-side, locked into place by an octuplet of heavy duty clamps. Only one had escaped thus far. She stared at the violet mass of tentacles for a few minutes until her memory produced a half-name. [i]Noxx Bindus-something[/i]... She rubbed her temples. Something about its venom being a neuro toxin surfaced alongside the half-remembered name. She knew for sure though, that the Noxx Roper was too laid-back to actively use its venom. It was largely a self-defense thing and it's benign nature made it popular among certain groups of people. Her gaze was drawn to the unit beside the Noxx's open unit. The lid was hanging loose, one corner resting on the deck whilst the rest stuck crookedly into the air.

A chill ran up her spine. The other roper had left its cousin to its plaything and had kept to itself. She vaguely remembered a jet black tentacle, thick as her thigh, questing over the edge of its broken stasis unit during her more lucid moments in the Noxx's grip. She couldn't remember its scientific name, just the common one: [i]Vortex Roper[/i]. The more predatory of the creatures and more cunning. It was the strongest too and rarest. A prize catch for whomever the shipment was originally destined for.

[i]I have to check to see if it's still alive.[/i] She thought dully. She looked at the mass of snoozing violet. There was a muffled snort and pale, sticky mucus oozed from between a section of looped tentacles. The main body of the creature was in there somewhere. She edged around it, treading lightly so as not to wake it. She didn't think she could handle another hour or more of the creature's idea of fun. Again, she had quite enjoyed it and the Noxx wasn't her first roper encounter, but damn, it had the most stamina and she [i]ached[/i].

She circled the silent stasis unit and ascended the ladders set into its thick flank, anxiety fluttering in her stomach. She pressed herself against the side and peered over the top, the metal cool against her body. She stared into the darkness and cursed as she felt the familiar prickle of magic crawl across her. She groaned softly and bit down on her lip, pressing her knees together.

'Don't you dare-' She whispered hoarsely, 'At least let me eat and clean up first.'

The thick, unnatural darkness within the unit stirred with a soft, wet sound and she dropped back to the deck, backing away from the unit. She summoned her own magic, a small flame sparking to life in the palm of her right hand, growing in intensity until it was a miniature sun swallowing her fingers. She raised her hand, preparing to launch the fireball as a loop of glistening black rose into the air in a graceful arc. Starlight flickered beneath its inky skin and the appendage swayed in her direction.

'I will incinerate everything on this ship, myself included if you don't get back in the crate!' She snapped. She backed up a few more paces as more tentacle unfurled. The largest was as thick as her thigh and pointed, the smallest the thickness of her arm with a slight bulbous tip. The Vortex seemed to be stretching its limbs and a deep sigh vibrated within the depths of the unit. [i]I hope it Blinks instead of hanging around...[/i] She thought tiredly. She was exhausted, her sexual energy spent on the Noxx.

More tentacles uncurled, one questing out into the open, reaching for her. She held her fireball menacingly, 'I mean it!'

It slapped at her hand, wrapping tightly around her wrist and slithered up her arm, startling her. She yelped and jerked back, but the movement tightened its grip on her and the fireball fizzled out in an explosion of sparks and disheartening puff of smoke. She scowled as another tentacle snaked towards her and coiled around her waist. It's flesh was silk smooth and cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the sticky velvet of the Noxx Roper. One of the bulbous tips split open, revealing tiny sucker pads and a hair-thin tongue. She stiffened as it prodded gently at her left breast, the thin tongue sliding over her soft nipple, leaving a trail of silver-blue in its wake. The tongue slid back across her hardening nipple and circled the wide pad of the areola. She sighed and stopped resisting as the tentacle around her arm snaked over her shoulder and down her back. It slithered between her buttocks and tried questing deeper.

'I know what you want.' She grunted as she went rigid at the tentacle's probing of her ass. Another hair-thin tongue licked around her anus and she grit her teeth, forcing herself to relax as it slithered inside her. She swallowed a giggle. It tickled and she hated that, but she couldn't help it. The sound of her stifling her laughter urged the roper on and her giggles turned into a sharp gasp as the tip of the tentacle pressed into her, sliding slickly into her ass. She snarled. The tongue was still flailing about inside her but now it felt wet as it quested deeper, secreting its natural lubricants in ungodly amounts. The one investigating her nipple curled around the hardened nub of flesh and squeezed. A groan escaped her as sparks of arousal erupted through her body. The tip of the tentacle pressed against her breast, the parted lips clamping down on her nipple, the rows of tiny suckers tugging at her.

She sank to her knees as another thin tentacle curled around her and caught her other breast. She gasped as her nipples were tied up with slick tongues and the one in her backside started moving deeper. She slid a hand between her legs, her fingers brushing past her thighs. She ran the tips of her fingers over her aching clit and labia as the tentacle inside her started thrusting with, slow, purposeful motions deep inside her. She panted, slipping a finger past her labia. She felt a rich, stickiness surround her fingers and she dully realised that what she was feeling was the remnants of the Noxx's last climax. It had pumped her full of its seed over and over again, filling her ass, her pussy, her mouth and her cleavage with a silver cum that clung to everything and matted her fur. She'd be getting rid of it for weeks afterwards.

She panted as she fingered herself, her breathing ragged, her mind fogged as she helped the Vortex Roper push her to her climax. Her clitoris ached and she rubbed furiously at it, sending a tidal wave of white hot sparks cascading throughout her body. The roper's ministrations became more engaged, its curiosity refining into something clearer, more purposeful. It coiled around her large breasts as it suckled her nipples and drove itself into her ass over and over again, pulling right back before slamming back into her. Lemur hunched over, bracing herself on her free hand, feeling her muscles fluttering then going taught as a deluge of heat flooded her. She cried out, convulsing as she came.

She gasped for breath, sagging to the deck, pulling her fingers from between her legs and staring vacantly at the coating of silver that webbed her fingers. She started at the feel of the tentacle inside her spasm and thicken. Liquid heat rushed into her in several viscous bursts before the tentacle thinned again. It slipped slowly from her, its seed adding to the matted mess in her fur. She lay on her side, letting the black tendrils of flesh coil around. The ones on her breasts released their grip and she rolled lethargically onto her back, her hands goind to her chest and covering her nipples. They ached and the feel of her palms pressed against them, even gently, made her moan softly.

She was horny as Hell again and she dimly wondered if it was the beast's pheremones that were keeping her so keyed up and ready for more as it looped a thick tentacle down towards her. She mindlessly hitched her knees up and parted her legs for it, wanting more of it inside her but also wanting to get it over with so she could move on with her life. Instead of taking up the offer though, it slid beneath the small of her back and curled around her. She was seized firmly in its coils and she felt her backside parting company with the cold deck plates of the cargo hold. Startled, she looked around as the roper raised her up. The Noxx was still out of it, a large mound of tangled tentacles snoring gently at the foot of its stasis unit, unresponsive to its surroundings.

'Oh no-' She muttered as she was pulled into the inky blackness inside the Vortex's unit.

She was pulled into a mass of slick, cool tentacles that moved gently around her like the ebb and flow of starlight reflected on a dark sea. Two of the smaller tentacles wrapped around her thighs and held her legs parted as another brushed against her quivering vulva. Her breathing became shallow gasps as she stared, wide-eyed into the glistening darkness, feeling the bulbous tip entering her. She bit her lip as it pressed deep, feeling strands of silver sliding slowly down her inner thighs as it burrowed its way through the coagulated Noxx seed. Lemur gasped as it pulled back, feeling its tip flaring and the shaft thickening. She prepared herself for the inevitable rush of heat but none came. Instead, it started thrusting, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was groaning and writhing in the coils that were still wrapped calmly around her, holding her in a lover's embrace.

There was a low, rumbling foghorn moan from the depths of the unit, muffled by thick mounds of flesh. Lemur cried out, bucking, her hands gripping the middle coil around her waist. She swore, long and low, trying to move against the roper's rythm as it pounded into her. Tentacles looped around her ankles and another plunged into her deep cleavage and started rubbing itself against the soft, sticky flesh. Lemur shuddered, her breathing so ragged she saw spots dancing before her eyes. The tentacle inside her pumped hard, its firm shaft twitching with each upward thrust. She cried out as she came and the roper jabbed her cervix, spilling more of its seed into her. Thick strands of silver-blue cum erupted from her cleavage as the tentacle shuddered and flexed between her heavy breasts. She felt it trickle down her chest and pool into the crease between her stomach and the roper's coils. All around her the roper's seed arced through the air from the folds of tangled flesh in fountains of silver-blue.

'Enough... Please...' She panted as it pulled her deeper, laying her on her back in a nest of quivering flesh.

The tentacle pulled out of her with a slick, fleshy [i]pop[/i] and the one between her breasts was replaced by two more, looping around the large orbs of flesh and pulling them together. She craned her neck and peered down the length of her body as best she could. Her eyes widened and she sobered up in a flash when one of the thicker tentacles reared up and loomed over her. She tried pushing herself up but her arms were held fast in yet more coils of glistening black. A pair of tentacles looped around her legs and pulled them apart and up. Something sharp prodded at her back and she descended into a pink haze once again, merely twitching as the thigh-thick appendage slipped between her legs.

She sighed blissfully at the feel of the two tentacles squirming in her cleavage and moaned soft encouragement as another slid back between her buttocks. The coils around her midsection loosened but stayed in place as the big tentacle pressed its slick tip against her nethers and slowly pushed past her swollen labia. Lemur gasped as it slowly stretched her, delving deep into her pussy, slowly, carefully filling her deeply. She groaned as the size of the appendage put pressure on her insides, making the motions of the tentacle in her ass more prominent. She arched her back, her knees pulling further up in reflex as it started thrusting slowly. Around her, the roper shivered, its coils arcing and bunching spasmodically as it fucked her, it's tentacles writhing and knotting around each other.

The gaping tips of two of the small tentacles clamped down on her nipples and started sucking. She groaned and writhed in the roper's grip, her mouth forming an O that was immediately filled. She reflexively ran her tongue across the slick flesh in her mouth and sucked on it, her fingers wrapping around the trembling shafts buried beneath her. She squeezed and stroked as the creature flexed and thrust inside her, the tentacle buried in her pussy thickening further and sending a spark of pain ricocheting through her body on a wave of pleasure. She moaned pitifully around the slick flesh in her mouth as she came again. The roper encouraged her, bringing her to another orgasm on the heels of the last. Lemur squirmed and jerked, trying to bring her knees together as her muscles spasmed.

Heat filled her ass, oozing over her buttocks and the tentacle retreated, swiftly replaced by another. Her cleavage was a mess of squirming tentacles and cum, and she groaned as the one in her mouth released down her throat. It tasted earthy, slightly spicy, unlike the Noxx that carried a more salty, rich flavour. She laughed, her voice muffled. She was so deep in the creature's thrall she was now comparing the two monsters to one another, debating which one had the better tasting semen.

[i]This one.[/i] She thought and sucked hard at the one in her mouth as it tried retreating. The roper gurgled and shifted beneath her, and came again in her mouth. It slammed hard into her pussy, making her gasp in shock. The quivering tentacle slithered from her slack mouth, retreating back into the slick tangle of dark flesh. She bucked, crying out. The tentacle abusing her pussy flexed, its tip flaring, sealing itself inside her. It twitched sending another orgasm cascading through her. Heat flooded her in great gouts and she quickly felt bloated and swollen. She writhed as it came, groaning, trying to look down her body, to see what it was doing to her. Beneath her, the roper rumbled, its tentacles flexing in its orgasm.

Her mind felt fuzzier than usual and her vision ran dark. The last thing she felt before passing out was the warm, sticky flood of roper seed flooding her uterus and splashing thickly against her body.

[b]1 Week Later[/b]

Lemur lay flat on her back on the examination table in the [i]Arclight[/i]'s small medibay, waiting for the medical sensors to finish their routines. She listened to the soft thrum of the old frigate's slipdrive powering her through the slipstream as she went over her options. She had decided to write the salvage job off as a lost cause. It had turned out to be an impossibility to salvage the ship and rescue its cargo with the presence of two active and incredibly amorous ropers onboard. They had distracted her the moment she had entered the cargo hold and had continued doing so for what had turned out to be a full three days of 'activity'.

[i]Yeah, let's call it that.[/i] She thought as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed when the sensor booms had tucked themselves away in their recess again. She had to write the letter at some point. Trans-Infinity Hauliage LTD. was waiting on her to get into contact about their ship and the cargo its captain had picked up. Whether the company knew about the volatile livestock, she didn't know. That mystery would (most likely) be solved once she sent off her reasons for scrubbing the job.

[i]Dear TIH, I regret to inform you that the recovery job proved to be far more difficult than anticipated due to the contents and volatile nature of the cargo stowed within the main cargo hold. As a result, I have seen fit to eliminate the threat to other Scavs by destroying the ship and its contents, as the live stock had broken free and was highly active-[/i] She paused her mental dictation as she read over the results of her medical scan. She stared at the picture on the screen for a long moment, quietly studying the crush of eggs developing in her womb. She pursed her lips. The moment she had confirmation of the freighter's destruction, she had gone straight into the slipstream and started browsing her collection of beastiaries.

She had had a moment of horror when she had studied the two breeds of roper more in-depth but had then calmed herself by reminding herself that she had endured far worse things than being used a monster's breeding ground. For a start, having one's head slowly pulled off by an angry Tenglaari Shock Trooper was in her top ten list of Things To Never Repeat. She ran a hand over the swell of her stomach. She counted five eggs on the screen, huddled inside her like frogspawn, mutated from her own eggs and growing at a rapid rate. Another two weeks and she'd be giving birth to them, if they were the spawn of the Noxx. A month if they were of Vortex stock. Either way, she was pregnant and she had no idea how the offspring would turn out or what, exactly they would be. At least they were reading as healthy and having no ill affect on her. She sighed and pulled her shipsuit on, shut down the medical computer and made her way back to the cramped CIC to compose her message to TIH LTD.

Afterwards, she decided that she'd drop off the radar for a bit and go somewhere quiet and out-of-the-way to give birth. Or to lay her eggs...

Rancour 12 or maybe the backwaters of Tenret. She glanced at her astrogation chart projected on the main viewscreen. Perdition wasn't too far away and would be an excellent place to disappear for a while.