The Bymbiote

"Oh, don't feel sorry for them," it told Delphi in a mocking tone. "They aren't suffering. I just turned their inhibitions off...and most of their higher functions. But they're happy! And once we get them back to Earthspace, they'll have so many new friends to play with!"

Delphi snapped out of her observation of the captured humans. "You intend to convert us all into...those things?"

"Gosh, of course not! I want to interface with all of your kind like I am with you, right now. Their current state is because I had trouble talking to you humans. Your minds are so loud! Orders and cravings and relationships and a desire to masturbate that you try to hide but never really goes away...confusing! These are much simpler, easier to talk to. But unfortunately, none of them can plot a course in jumpspace to save their titties."

"I love jumpspace!" one of the bimbos, one dressed in engineer's coveralls that had been cut open to hide absolutely nothing, said with a grin. "Jump! Jump! Jump!"

After her feet touched the ground a third time, she fell back into the second writhing girl puddle, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"As you can see, brainpower has been somewhat lacking. That is until you came along! I need someone who can actually fly this ship. Someone who knows how the complicated process of entering a null-fissue works, and someone who isn't too distracted by her pussy to tabulate jump coordinates."

Delphi tried to shake her head, and actually managed a movement of a few milimetres back and forth. "Over my dead body, you monster! I'll never betray my people!"

"Oh really? Not even for someone who could give you all you crave?"

Delphi's vision blacked out for a terrifying moment. When it returned, she wasn't seeing the bridge of the Venture. It was a birthday party at some time in her distant past. One of her exes was handing her a present in their dimly lit, one bedroom apartment in Olympic Terrace on Mars. She grinned and tore into the wrapping paper. But the paper turned to goo in her fingers, binding them together. And when she looked back up to ask what was wrong, her ex had turned into the gelatinous creature.

More memories. Of past loves, of failures, of secrets, all bled past in a lightning montage that was soon faster than her eyes could process. A steady stream, then a torrent of her memories came and went, each tainted by the gooey tendril of the monster's presence.

"Get out of my head!" Delphi ground out, struggling against the trip through her memories like someone lost in a nightmare, desperate to wake up.

"Not yet, silly~" the alien voice returned, louder than ever. "I'm not done integrating myself into your mind! Hmm...seems there's a little block here...oh my, you have some interesting little bits in your brain already!"

Her rig! Delphi thanked the Stars her sister had sprung to help her buy a full body neural rig, rather than one of the hypothalamus or haptic feedback models that she could have only afforded. The full version also protected her from some forms of mental intrusion. In this case, an alien lifeform trying to take over her brain! Stopped dead in her tracks by billions of defensive nanobodies, the entity was forced to cease!

With a *schlorp* of disconnection, she was once again in the present. But Delphi felt like she'd been run over by a train. If it wasn't for the being controlling her body, she would have collapsed from exhaustion onto the deckplates.

"To move forward, I'm going to need you to shut down your mental defences."

Delphi spat down at her suit. "Never! You may have my body, but you'll never take my mind!"

"Oh sweetie," Zyx said in a motherly voice, "I see so much potential in you. Your life is filled with the trials of someone who has had to struggle for everything she's ever earned. The only thing holding you back now is...yourself."

The mass inside the suit moved, undulating like one long tongue against the crack of her expanded ass. She tried to deny that it felt good, but there was no hiding from a being with a direct link to your brain.

"You'll enjoy yourself much more if you just relax."

Trapped by the goo, Delphi was unable to offer anything but pathetic whimpers as the feeling transferred to other parts of her body. Suddenly there were several long, muscular tendrils massaging her body from within the goosuit. Two focused on her nipples, while three more slid up her thighs.

"Stop it! No..."

"C'mon. Admit it. It feels good when I touch you. We can be such a good team~"

Longer, thicker tentacles detached themselves from the mass of goo, spreading out around her like predators about to pounce. Delphi felt air reach her body for the first time since she'd been encased, but quickly realised that it was only small portals opening access to her lower holes. The goo had rendered her completely vulnerable!

"Wait, n-no! Don't fu-" was all she managed to get out before the first tentacle attacked her mouth. She bit down, hard, but it only bent. She worked at it with her jaw until it was tired, then relented. It bounced around her mouth before descending into her throat. Any gag reflex was calmed by a gush of fluid from the tentacle's tip, and air was occasionally fed to her to keep her from choking. Zyx apparently didn't want her to choke...it wanted to fuck her throat.

Delphi could only vouch a gurgled protest when two more tentacles slid into her ass, and three more into her pussy. Both had been modified into the perfect cock-handling receptacles. They slipped out of the well lubricated passages, only to hammer back home, joining the one in her mouth to spitroast her in place.

The smaller tendrils didn't stop their teasing either. With tongue-like creations lapping at her nipples, her thighs, her neck, and now a tiny one licking her clit, the pleasure buffeted her from all angles. Delphi felt the climax building quickly...but it never came.

"I won't let you orgasm, dear," it said teasingly. "Not until you let me in~"

One tentacle widened and hollowed itself out, aiming for her gooey dick. Confused, she was taken by surprise when it slid onto the pink tip and she discovered that it really did feel like a part of her body. It had integrated itself into her nervous system, and now it served as another source of torture by the entity that had captured her. The hollow tentacle felt so good! Immediately, light pink precum spilled in response to the slurping and fucking of the artificial orifice. Now that all her holes and her new cock were engaged, the torrent of endorphins became a tsunami.

There was no end to the pleasure. Occasionally crew in the orgies took breaks to watch her get slamfucked in place. An immobile, moaning statue to sexual excess. The tendrils grew in girth before expelling more fluid, making sure that regardless of her body's ability to keep up with demand, it would never run out of lube to fuck her with.

She couldn't resist forever. There was no telling how long the treatment had lasted, given that the orgy in front of her never ceased for longer than the time it took to change partners. It felt like a day had gone by, but it could have been thirty minutes. Regardless, she was at her limit. The climax ached to be unleashed from her. She buckled, and with a few mental commands, deactivated her rig's mental defences.

At that moment, her old way of thinking disappeared in a white flash of orgasmic bliss. Her modified sex organs both clenched hard around the merciless tentacles, squeezing them for all they were worth. The appendages reciprocated by shooting thick, gooey cum inside her. It was just more of Zyx's body in fluid form, but it felt for all the world like hot spunk coating her insides and slightly bulging out her belly.

Her pink goo-cock flexed as well, shooting more pink seed several feet, where it blasted the orgiastic pile of people in front of her in pink frosting. That goo slid over the bulging breasts and Rubenesque rumps, transforming itself into gooey forms of clothing with which to directly control the servile sluts. Their bukkake literally turned to bikinis, which went to work arousing them while tugging them into their stations on the bridge.

When Delphi opened her eyes, she squeaked in surprise! "Oh my gosh!" she cried, clapping her hands to her cheeks, "Where did all these cuties come from?!"

She strutted over to the closest pile of orgiastic bliss, fully intent to jump in and start rubbing and suckling herself silly. She didn't even notice that she was in full control of the suit now, and could move of her own free will. Although 'free will' in this case might be a bit of a misnomer. Now that the joining was complete, she no longer regarded the creature's opinion as different from her own. It wanted her to fuck, and so did she. But before she could join the slippery fun, the others on the bridge hopped to attention.

"W-whuh?" she stammered. The others saluted in unison.

"You're the Captain now, silly!" Zyx told her. It still recognise that they were two separate entities, as did Delphi to some extent. She still had her mind, unlike the horny sluts on the bridge, but it had been turned sparkly and happy by the gooey tyrant infiltrating every part of her brain.

"I thought you were the Captain?" Delphi asked.

"Eh, I'm not really the Command type. I'm more of a supportive friend that you can never disobey. All these simple minded sluts need someone to lead them, and I need you to be the pilot to take us through human space! So many places to see!"

It was right! Delphi scrolled up the nav computer's charts and scrolled through a vast variety of worlds in known space, all teeming with intelligent life. "Any preferences?"

"Somewhere where I can make a lot of new friends~"

And so the Venture, under its new Captain and crewed by a cadre of subservient bimbos, set course for the nearest Urb-World. Delphi dropped into the Captain's chair while her weapons chief and her communications officer knelt at her feet to share the gelatinous pink cock between them. She entered the last digit of the jump coordinates while gooey pre spilled from her tip.

"Engage!"