Chimera Ch. 01: The Forgotten Spaceship

"Oh god" she said, when I'd finally finished. "I forgot how good it feels to have a guy cum in my pussy! This is going to change so much."

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I said goodbye to my shipmates (they all had their own apartments to stay in overnight) and changed my sheets for the second time today, before drifting off to dreamland, a plan forming in my mind.

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My plans to get past the security doors and closer to the engine / control room were unexpectedly delayed.

Actually, I really should have expected it.

News of the contraceptive injection had already spread around the ship. Between breakfast and lunchtime, thirty percent of the ship "just happened to walk past" to find out if the rumour was true, and if they could get the injection too.

And after lunch, almost everyone else arrived, even forming a line at the door at one point!

Even Roger and Steve came in to visit me. I asked them why, and they explained that since everyone else was getting them, they might as well too. They didn't want to feel left out. (As a side point, Roger's leg was now almost fully healed. The medical technology on this ship was surprising even me!)

I used the excuse to give everyone who came for an injection a full medical work-up. Everyone seemed pretty healthy. A couple of cases concerned me a little, (minor malnutrition in one man, a young lady with possible self-harm, a slightly older woman with possible thyroid issues) but otherwise, the crew seemed in as good a shape as possible, given the circumstances.

And sure, a few of ladies (and one gentleman) offered to give ME a full work-up (wink-wink) but I kept it strictly professional. But I made sure they knew that I wouldn't be against seeing them "out of office hours".

When Annette came for her injection (one of the last surprisingly) she helped give me a list of the whole crew (that were currently awake) and she helped me check who had or hadn't visited me yet.

By the evening, only one person hadn't arrived for a check-up and injection. Pregnant Melissa.

I looked for her over the evening meal, but didn't see her in the canteen. I asked around, but nobody had seen her since breakfast.

Doing my doctors duty, I went looking for her. After a long walk up and down, I found an apartment with her name on it. I pressed her doorbell, and eventually she opened the door for me.

She was just in her panties, baby bump very clearly showing. Her breasts, enlarged by the pregnancy, swung low without any support.

By her face you could see she'd been crying. By her depressed body language, she looked like she'd been crying all day.

She didn't say anything to me, she just left the door open and went back to her bed, and sat on it. A small mountain of used tissues were on the floor beside her.

I sat on the bed beside her. "Hi. I just came by to check how you were doing. Do you want to talk about what's wrong?"

She made a huffing noise. "...no.."

"OK," I replied calmly. "Do you mind if I guess why your upset?"

"....k...."

"Is it the pregnancy? You're worried about raising a baby on the ship?"

"No" she replied simply. "Everyone will help me look after it."

"OK" I said, trying again. "You're thinking about the baby's father?"

"No" she replied again. "Not really sure who the father is".

"Right," I said, trying to rack my brain. Her body language said she was uncomfortable with me for some reason. "Is it something I did?"

".....maybe....yes and no."

"Can you explain it for me?"

She took in a deep breath, and then started to explain. "It's you and your stupid contraception injection thing. We had something nice going on here. I had a special role. I was special. When I got pregnant, all the other girls, they got super fussy. Some only used their asses. Others would let the boys in their pussy, but only for a short time, because they were worried about cum, and getting...you-know, like me."

I nodded, starting to understand her problem.

"But....like....it didn't matter for me. So the boys all told me I was special, and I let them cum inside my pussy. They loved me for it. We had a special evening, once, where the boys just walked around me in a circle, taking turns to cum inside me. Even one of the gay guys had a go, to see what a pussy felt like. And now...and now..."

She started crying again.

I put my arm over her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"Now, you're still special. You're still a top engineer. And you're beautiful. And I'm sure that lots of the other girls wouldn't do...that...with a big group of guys, even on contraception. Plus your boobs are enormous now. Most guys love that!"

She stopped crying so she could laugh at the simple joke.

"You're right. I'm still special. it's just going to be, a bit different now. And I'm tired of different."

"I understand." I told her. "A few days ago, I was sleeping like everyone else. Now I'm on a spaceship with no memory and one of the crew might be a secret terrorist. Things are a bit different right now for me too!"

We laughed together, and then suddenly, she pushed her lips onto mine. I didn't pull back, but I didn't really engage either. After about thirty seconds, she pulled back embarrassed.

"Sorry, um, sorry I, um, read the signs wrong."

"You just caught me off guard, that's all" I told her, worried she would burst into tears again. "I was coming here more as a doctor than as a possible lover."

"Do I look OK" she asked, pointing at the ever-growing belly. "As a doctor?"

"Hmmm" I replied with a smile. "Stand up and let me take a look."

She stood up and slightly away from the bed. She let me look all around her, and touch her gently on her breasts and under her arms, as well as her baby bump and her neck.

"Sit on the bed please, I want to check your feet."

She sat on the bed again, and I knelt beneath her. I rubbed each foot carefully, checking for any bad signs, but everything seemed good. You can tell a lot about a pregnancy by the state of a woman's feet.

"And..um...what about here?" She said, pointing at her crotch. "You haven't checked here yet."

I pealed off her panties carefully, and checked her medically. But I knew that wasn't want she wanted.

"I've got a special test I can do here" I told her pretending to be professional.

I lowered my head down, and began to lick and play with her pussy. It was already wet and the moisture covered my mouth. She had a musty smell, but I didn't mine. In fact, it was a primal smell, and it turned me on. Her breathing rose and fell as I found her clit and sucked gently on it. I used my tongue in every way I knew, and her deep moans told me everything. A couple more minutes later, and the moaning reached a peak as I brought her to a body-shaking orgasm. The pregnant woman's hands screwed up the blankets as the pleasure hit her like a wave.

As her pleasure subsided, I stood up. It was strange. She was naked, but I was still fully dressed.

I started to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" she cried out. "Um...will you... um...will you fuck me? Or like...let me suck you off? You could...um...get naked with me."

I thought. And I decided. "No."

She looked as if she was going to cry again. I sat on the bed and explained myself.

"When I became a doctor, I promised to help, not hurt people. I don't have my memories, but I know this in my core. And right now, I think fucking you wouldn't help you. You have a lovely pussy, and I enjoyed eating it. But something inside me says that fucking you now, here, would be the wrong thing."

"But..." she sniffed "I'm so horny! And I can see you are too. Just let me put it in. It doesn't have to be long. And you can cum inside me! Just...please...."

I felt a wave of pity.

I shook my head slowly. "You need to stop hiding away in here. You're right, I'm horny. So I'll go to that public entertainment room on the bottom deck. And I'll fuck a girl there. Or two. Maybe even a guy. I don't think I'm bisexual, but I'll see what happens. And I'm sure if you come to the entertainment room, guys will fuck you too."

"But..." she responded "Tonight is a girls only night. Three days straight, then guys, then girls."

Damn!

"Then I won't fuck" I replied. "But you still can."

I kissed her lightly on the forehead, telling her to "think about it".

Then I walked out the door of her tiny apartment.

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Melissa was right. It was ladies night in the entertainment room.

The room looked like a theatre or a large conference room. There were rising sets of chairs facing an open semicircle area in the centre. It was certainly not designed for what it was being used for.

There were about ten ladies in the centre area -- the stage of the theatre, naked on soft foam sheets. As for what they were doing...well, let's just say that their tongues were all moving, but they weren't speaking many words. Some of the girls were older, some younger. I thought I saw Chloe and Macy-Rae, but lets just say they were not at good angles for me to easily confirm their identities.

A couple of other guys were there watching. One was just sitting, another had his cock out and was stroking it to the sight in front of him.

I was horny, and thought about pulling mine out and wanking to the ladies' lovemaking, but decided against it. It just didn't feel right. So I just sat and watched for a while.

I was pleased to see Melissa timidly walk into the room. She saw me, and gave me a little wave. But a few seconds later, a couple of girls pounced on her, and soon her attention was no longer on me.

I left the ladies to their orgy, and returned to my apartment, catching up on my sleep and planning my great scheme for tomorrow.

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"I thought you said this wasn't about sex!"

Annette's tone was one of annoyance.

"It's not." I told the group.

I had gathered a team of nine (plus me). All five of the engineers (including a much happier Melissa), Roger, Annette and two of the scientists. We gathered outside the main security door to the inaccessible part of the ship. And I had just told the team to strip down to their underwear.

"It came to me a couple of days ago" I explained. "One of you engineers explained that the ship was operating like a child now, rather than an adult. The ship knows that one of us hurt it, and that person (or people) might do it again. That's why, when the ship woke us up, it deliberately didn't return our memories."

A wave of surprise went through some of the team. I forgot that several didn't know our 'ship malfunction' was actually deliberate sabotage. Felix filled them in on the details quickly, allowing me to continue.

"So, the ship wants us to fix it, but doesn't know who to trust. So we show the ship we can be trusted. Amanda actually gave me the idea. We show we're not carrying any more explosives or other dangerous items. If we get naked, we show the ship we're not hiding anything. So, strip to your underwear."

"What if it doesn't work?" Asked one of the scientists, sceptically.

"Then we go back to the main part of the ship and try something else. It's just an idea. What's the harm in trying?"

Everyone slowly undressed. Everyone was down to their underwear -- nobody was going commando today. We left our clothes in a neat pile far from the doorway, and together walked single file towards the security door.

After about ten seconds that felt like ten minutes, the security door opened for the first time in months, since the fire and the first awakening.

We walked forward together, knowing any hesitation could cause the doors to close on us once again.

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We walked through corridor after corridor. I suspected the ship was deliberately taking us on the long route, just to be safe. Finally, we reached the giant dome that Mo had described as containing 'history'.

He wasn't wrong.

The room was enormous, but so too were the buildings inside it. I could see several temples or buildings for religion. A huge, old round building sat in the very centre of the dome, an information plaque beside it labelling it "Roman colosseum", whatever that meant. There were museums and restaurants and pubs. There were buildings that looked like government offices, and another that was labelled as "last remaining example of soviet era hotel", a strange circular building made of ugly grey concrete. There must have been thirty buildings of different sized in the huge dome hanger.

"We're a colony ship" said Mo, thoughtfully, after we'd finished a quick examination of the buildings.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Have you got your memory back?"

He shook his head. "No, but I've been thinking about it for months. Ever since we first found this place. This is the reason there are so many people sleeping, when they aren't needed to run the ship. We're a colony ship. We're going to a planet, and we're going to live there. Start a whole new world."

"Then why the old buildings?" asked Annette.

"To remind us where we came from. To keep us connected to the past. The buildings would act like a memorial of where we came from originally, so we don't forget, and future generations don't start thinking we evolved on this new planet, or forget about the home we came from."

"And the place we came from is...?" Bridge asked.

"Not a clue" replied Mo with a half-hearted smile.

We all just stood in silence for a few moments, all trying to remember where we came from. None of us could. The best we could do was the word for ground, or earth. But that felt more like a description, rather than a name.

We left the history room, and went deeper towards the main engines.

The next stop, at my insistence, was the primary computer room. The site of the fire that caused so many problems.

A lot of the computer parts were clearly damaged beyond any repair.

One of the engineers passed me the small box they suspected of causing the fire. It was a golden cube. Too big to fit in your hand, but easy enough to hide under your clothes or in a bag. Something about it was familiar, like I had seen something like it somewhere before, but I couldn't place where or why.

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"Here! Open here."

I'd found a door labelled 'Command Crew'. The door wasn't opening for us the normal way. We each tried our hands on the door, trying to unlock it. I tried telling the computer it was a medical emergency, but the ship didn't seem to care, or knew I was lying.

After about ten minutes, the engineering team managed to bypass the security locks, and opened the door a fraction. All ten of us pushed and pulled until it finally opened enough for us to squeeze inside.

It was another hyper-sleep chamber, though much much smaller. Inside were about fifteen sleepers.

Three looked normal. Normal, everyday humans.

The others -- not so much.

Three were completely hairless. Not just bald -- but hairless everywhere. Their heads were larger, with slightly larger eyes too. Two women, one man. The poor man didn't seem to have much of a manhood, especially compared to the sleepers next to him. One was a huge man with huge arms and legs. There was something of the bull about him. His nose was squashed, and he seemed to have small horns growing on his head. The word 'Minotaur' flashed into my brain for a moment. Another had grey skin, gills and sharp teeth. I'd seen his kind on the comedy show I saw in my room. He looked built for water, not land.

Another two, a man and a woman, looked feline, with long, powerful legs and jaguar patterns along their naked skin. They appeared built for running, like they could run five kilometres in a matter of minutes.

The next four (two male, two female) reminded me of something wolf-like. It was nothing obvious, no huge snouts or furry ears. Just the way their bodies seemed built, the point of their ears, the shape of their muscular legs and arms. The way their teeth sat in their mouth.

"Security" someone behind me said, before adding quietly "I don't know how I know that."

The final sleeper was definitely someone I recognised. Her naked legs ended in talons. Her pointed face had feathers instead of hair, and her arms were wings. And I'd fucked her in the video. The bird woman.

"Wake them up" I commanded loudly to the computer.

Nothing happened.

"Wake them up!" I shouted again.

Not one system stirred.

"Computer" I said slowly and carefully "I want you to wake everyone in this room up, with their full memories. Because I need these four security personnel, escort me and this bird-woman to whatever type of prison or brig this spaceship has."

The other nine gasped at my suggestion. "WHY?" asked Amanda in shock.

"Because I'm pretty sure one of us is the terrorist."

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To Be Continued.