The Eden Protocols Pt. 01

"Dammit, Charlotte! I'm trying not to scare her away." He growled, seizing the base of the gorgeous engineer's lush ponytail in a ham-sized fist and dragging her down to kiss his engorged tip. There was already pearly precum beading there which she suctioned up in earnest. "Sorry about this, Maeve. I wanted to ease you into the situation, but you were going to face the relevant facts eventually. Perseus, please display my crew member profile and that of Chief Engineer Charlotte Dean!"

That last command was politely shouted into the empty air around them. Presumably at the ship itself. A holographic projection blurred into existence with an occasional glitch of photonic pixels as it presented a split-screen view of two complete strangers.

One was a spindly young man, peering out from behind heavy black-rimmed spectacles with his hickory-colored hair combed into a neat side part. The other was a mildly butch looking older woman with her arms crossed over her small, no-nonsense chest--glaring at the camera as though it had murdered her puppy dog--sporting a head of short ginger curls and a pinched scowl.

Their names were prominent at the top of the display window; Senior Systems Administrator Tucker Evans, and Chief Engineer Charlotte Dean.

"These people are... were... you?" Maeve gasped in disbelief, watching keenly and grinding her silky thighs together as Charlotte instantly inhaled the bulbous crown of Tucker's gigantic cock. "That shouldn't be possible."

"You're telling me." He replied, slowly thrusting his mighty manhood between the shapely blonde's ruby lips. "We've been working on the issue for days now and it's only gotten worse. Perseus III is out of control and it all comes back to the mission priority values. Something... someone has changed them at a root command level."

"But... but..." Maeve dithered as her mind raced.

The whole situation was completely insane.

She was standing in the Engineering Bay of an interstellar colony vessel flying through the dark reaches of space, watching the massively hung mega-hunk get his cock gobbled up by a hyper-sexy, super-busty version of the chief engineer. Both of them drastically different in appearance from the images of their crew profiles, hanging the air behind them.

And somehow the ship; The Perseus III, or at least its resident AI, was the source of all the perverse madness? How was she supposed to help? Especially with that big delicious dick stealing her attention every time it bulged out the slobbering bimbo's ecstatically moaning throat.

Maeve had to focus.

Focus on the medical side of the problem. Not on the fantastic way Tuckers glutes flexed as he sensationally fucked his lusty crewmate's beautiful face. Chip away at the angles, observe subjects and review the data until she could come to an accurate prognosis.

"Jeezus, Charlotte. You've turned into such a smoking hot cocksucker." He groaned, getting a pleased hum in reply from the voluptuous vixen lodged face-first on his turgid tumescence. "It's been so difficult not to just throw you over a work station and fuck you into next week. Can't fuck though. Might not stop. Need to concentrate on fixing the problem."

"Mmhmm~!"

Observe the subjects, Maeve could do that.

Simply stand there and watch how Charlotte rubbed quick little circles around her clitty through the rubbery crotch of her skimpy bodysuit. Take mental notes on the way Tucker used her high, glossy ponytail as a handle to steer her full, suckling lips up and down his unyielding rigidity. Memorize the hot breathy moans she huffed out around his gagging girth as she shuddered and quaked in evident arousal.

For science, of course...

"From that to this, in only eleven days." Tucker grumbled. He was talking to Maeve again, even as he pumped his broad hips into the writhing engineer's stunning face. His sky blue wide in a desperate plea. "Keep getting bigger. Harder. All the time.. Don't know if it's the pods... or the food. Maybe something in the air... water supply. Need your help... Doctor."

He growled out the words. Blunt abbreviated sentences. His previously posh eloquence curtailed by the urgent need to cum. To unleash his manly seed into the hungry belly of the slavering sexkitten brilliantly worshiping his corpulent cock.

"Eleven days." Maeve repeated distractedly, utterly fixated on Charlotte.

Fixated on the heavy sway of her gigantic tits. On the way she balanced perfectly on those precariously high heeled boots. Squatting in an enticing pose--thick thighs parted, peachy ass thrust back, spine arching in a sinuous curve--as she gazed up at her man and begged him to cum with those dazzling acid blue eyes.

Begged him to fill her, with her muffled moans and diddling fingers, clearly shaking with her own lightning quick climaxes as she continued to greedily suck.

"You need to cum." Maeve said. A statement of fact, more than educated observation. She had meant to say he needed to stop. "You need to cum in that sexy slut's mouth and end this... situation."

He was still staring at her, mechanically jerking Charlotte's slobbering skull along his length, as his burning blue eyes searched her expression. Without really thinking about it, Maeve let the drab woolen blanket drop from shoulders.

The nano-weave hibernation suits the colonists wore in stasis was nothing more than a sheer body sleeve. Form fitting and charcoal gray, porous and thin to the point of near translucence. It hugged Maeve's lean figure like a silk stocking.

She was in good shape and knew it. Everyone aboard had to pass a rigorous fitness exam before acceptance to the colonization program, but Maeve had always maintained a trim athletic physique regardless, through healthy nutrition, self-defense classes, disciplined cardio, and regular belly dancing lessons.

Her interracial blend of genetics had resulted in a long-limbed frame, leggy and toned, with a tight round behind and modest upturned tits capped in small cappuccino nipples which were achingly stiff at the moment.

"Fuck... just look at you." Tucker breathed out in awe. Pumping harder between Charlotte's fat drooling lips. Really putting his back into fucking her moaning mouth as he devoured Maeve with his ravenous gaze. "You're too fucking gorgeous. This might have been a mistake... Fuck... gonna dump a gallon of jizz down your tight fucking throat, Charlotte! FuckFuckFuckFuck~!"

"Mmmmhmmm!"

The overinflated chief engineer gurgled excitedly around his muzzling manmeat, acid blue eyes sparkling with eager anticipation. Fingers blurring over the outline of her engorged camel-toe, plentiful pussy juices adding an extra wet sheen to the shiny pink material covering her gushing girlhood.

The sexual funk pouring off the riotously rutting couple was powerfully pungent. Steamy sex and salty sweat, a potent mingling of streaming bodily fluids with an earthy tang of aniseed at the far edge of olfactory perception.

It rooted Maeve in place, nostrils flaring and drinking in the heady aroma while her streetwise instincts screamed at her to flee.

"Cum... pump your hot seed down that hungry whore's throat." She whispered, words slipping unbidden past her dry gasping lips. Her own lithe body alight with unrealized arousal. Unwelcome heat pooled in her nethers, making her untouched pussy moist. "Show me. Give her what she craves and fill her flat tummy full of your sticky load."

Tucker's expression was almost panicked as he stared wide-eyed back at her. Perspiration beaded his heavy brow and the neat part in his hair was all askew.

But beneath it all a battle raged. Maeve could see it in the angry veins throbbing at his temples and the crimson staining his rugged cheeks. By the way he used and owned Charlotte's moaning mouth, plundering it like a ravaging marauder with his unstoppable meaty momentum.

There was a true beast buried in the brawny young man's spirit, fighting to be unleashed. And some detached part of Maeve's clinical mind wanted to know what it would look like up close and in person.

"CUUUUMMIIIING!" He roared, handsome head flung back as his monstrous cock visibly pulsed like a firehose expanding under a hydraulic burden of pressure. "FUCK!"

"Mmmnph!"

Charlotte's eyes rolled and her flushed cheeks ballooned as she heroically tried to swallow his stupendous outpouring of semen. Tucker's grip on her ponytail held fast, dragging her puffy ruby lips to his rocky base and distending her narrow neck with his width, as he jettisoned an ungodly amount of spunk directly into her stomach.

Her bodacious body shook like a leaf in a gale. Her dainty hands whipping up to latch onto his muscular thighs for support, as two lines of gooey white erupted from her nostrils to drip down over her fat upper lip. Nectar leaked from her spread thighs to puddle on the steel floor between her boot heels. The proof of her pleasure glistening in the glaring overhead lights.

Retching and coughing when Tucker finally released her, Charlotte eventually dislodged herself from his still fountaining prick. Wrangling his enormous lurching shaft with both manicured hands towards her gorgeous heart shaped face, prominent tits, and curvy body until she was drenched in dense ropes of his copious cum.

"Gluuurp~! Thank you, Tucker Baby..." She burbled through lips thickly caked and glossed with his gloopy seed. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck my naughty pussy? You're still incredibly hard, and I feel terribly fertile right now.... Wanna go halves in making a baby?"

As though a spell had been broken, Doctor Maeve Hughes snapped back to reality with a rude shock.

What the hell had she just been doing?!

Turning on her bare feet, she ran for the big double doors that would lead her away from this insanity and back into the silent corridors of the sleeping ship.

There was a fully stocked sick bay two decks above. If she could get there and seal herself in, Maeve might be able to get a better handle on the situation.

Maybe.

Visions of Tucker's immense manhood, wet and lubricious with Charlotte's saliva loomed big in her analytical mind. The sounds of joyful giggles and happy slurping behind her retreating back only reinforced the pornographic image branded into her brain.

"We... we can't. Gotta get back to work. Here, you suck it again while I try to figure out the problem with the code."

"Should I use my tits this time, Tucker Baby? They're so full and soft. I want to feel your giant cock sliding between them as I guzzle your creamy jizz."

"Sure. Fine. Just be quiet about it. I need to focus, and I can't do that with your constant caterwauling."

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Maeve didn't end up quarantining herself in the sick bay.

Instead she had retrieved her medical officers uniform--a smart green pantsuit with the ship's insignia embroidered onto the breast--and a crisp white lab coat from her storage locker, along with a sensible pair of round-toed flats to protect her chilly feet.

She had to look every part the professional she was.

That was for the best. Tucker had been very polite, sincerely apologetic once he and Charlotte had regained control of themselves. Together they had all come to a workable arrangement over the ship's internal comms.

She would stay where on her deck of the ship and they would stay on theirs. Nice and amicable. Free from enthusiastic face fuckings and giant delicious dicks. They could work from the safety of self-imposed isolation and share their findings remotely.

The medical facilities were done out in a sterile white. White walls, white polymer desks, white sheets on the empty hospital beds and stacked atop the surgical trolleys surrounding Maeve as Tucker communicated with her through a digital display.

His attractive face and broad shoulders dominated the view screen, blotting out the background.

"...Mission priority values were updated while in transit. Looks like a hidden subroutine was buried in the code and it triggered a conflict when it activated a system override. Had to come with top level clearance too..."

Maeve had been nodding along attentively, listening to his constant litany of techno-babble until it made her head spin. Tucker had a delightfully deep and soothing voice but he might as well be speaking Swahili for how little she understood what he was saying.

It sounded like he was getting hung up on the cause of the problem and--from a medical standpoint--she was more interested in the symptoms.

"But what does that all boil down to, Tucker?" She said, giving him a smile. When she smiled, he tended to smile back and he had a lovely smile. Lots of straight white teeth. "Jump to the end result and give me the cliff notes."

"It's the mission priorities; they're essentially a checklist of the Perseus's orders. The values are a numeric representation of which take the most precedence and have the most resources allocated to them. As Perseus is an intuitive, decision making AI the orders can be fairly... conceptual." He replied, smiling back a bit nervously. "Maintain a safe travel vector towards New Eden is one example. It has an assigned value of seventeen out of twenty. Safeguarding the health and welfare of the passengers and crew is another. That has a value of nineteen out of twenty..."

Maeve nodded again. That sounded very important. Then began to idly wonder where the busty chief engineer was and why she wasn't contributing to the conversation.

"This is the one giving us trouble; Maximize the possibility of successful colonization and propagation of human life on New Eden. The values there are completely broken. Nine hundred and sixty one out of twenty." Tucker finished. His face was growing flushed and the vein at his temple was beginning to throb again, as he shot furtive glances down his at hunky body. "I think you can understand the problem, Doc."

She could see the problem. Hear something too. Like a distant slurpy, gurgly noise filtering gently through the terminal speakers. Perhaps from something just off screen in the engineering bay?

"The given objective is too vague, wide open to interpretation and the value is way too high?" She hazarded a guess, twirling a lock of midnight hair as she spoke her thoughts out loud. "So Perseus's priorities are way out of balance and the AI is making mission critical decisions based upon the broken values?"

His sky blue eyes locked onto her twiddling hand and the wet gloopy sounds grew louder. Tucker's left shoulder was shifting rhythmically as though performing a repetitive task below the bottom of the screen.

"Right. That's right. Just like that." He muttered in a rushed reply and Maeve beamed at his praise of her understanding. The addition of soft thumps joined the other sounds coming across the comms. "Good girl--I mean, good work Doctor. I'll send you the biometric data from the stasis chambers. Will you be a good little Doctor and look over that for me? Thanks, gotta go."

"Okay. Bye Tucker!" She flirtatiously wiggled her fingers at the display but it had already disconnected.

Maeve sighed in disappointment and spun in her chair to take in the lonely silence of the sick bay. At least those two had each other for company as they poured over all that boring programming stuff. She was stuck up here all alone and had all the time in the galaxy to dwell on her isolation.

Well... She was the ship's head physician. A rank that came with certain privileges, responsibilities, and system credentials. Credentials that could grant access to many different places on the ships, both in person and by remote.

For instance, Maeve knew she had access to the internal cameras and environmental monitoring systems in the event of a medical emergency. Gas leaks, toxic contamination, atmospheric decompressions and the like.

A few rapid keystrokes later, an overview of the engineering bay was on screen. Tucker had Charlotte flipped naked onto her back across a steel workbench. Her massive tits wobbled up at the ceiling, long bronzed legs kicked the air, and luxurious strawberry blonde hair brushing the floor as he bent her lovely face back over the edge so he could drive his tremendous cock straight down her extended throat.

Her approving hums and happy moans floated from the speakers, occasionally drowned out by his masculine grunts and growls.

"That's a good girl. Such a good girl for taking my cock so I can think clearly again. I'll just keep fucking your good cocksucking mouth until we both cum and then we'll fix everything... save everyone."

"Mmmhmmm~!"

Doctor Maeve Hughes was suddenly feeling very lonely in the sterile white sick bay.

Lonely and stiflingly warm.

She wasn't stupid. Maeve knew from the first indecent encounter with her two transformed crewmates that they were laboring against powerful urges. Sexual urges which appeared to drown their lizard brains in a cocktail of intoxicating hormones which stirred the most primal instincts laying dormant in the brainstem and disengaged the rational restraints of the prefrontal cortex.

Instincts which they were physiologically trying to purge with energetic copulation. To fulfill the animal demands of the flesh through achieving the dopamine rich high of orgasmic climax.

A faint whiff of their shared salty musk tickled Maeve's nose.

As though it still clung to her pale skin or seeped through the pixels on the screen. Her cappuccino nipples felt terribly tight inside her beige blouse, and her knees drifted apart under the desktop as liquid heat gathered in her aching loins.

Fingers slid sensuously south to flit against the crotch of her uniform pants. They were thankfully made of a pliable lightweight fabric and she hadn't remembered to wear panties for some reason. A gentle push of her fingertips and moist spot immediately darkened the green cloth covering her well trimmed mound.

This was okay wasn't it? Just a small personal release in private. Nothing on par with the lust driven madness playing out on screen before her.

"Fuck, Charlotte, FUCK! Almost there... almost there..." Tucker groaned, leaning far over the inhumanly curvaceous engineer and treating her giant spherical tits like handholds as he pistoned relentlessly into her constricting esophagus. "Just need to... just need..."

"Mmmrrglorp~!" Charlotte guttered wetly, her broad hips jerking off the worktop and humping the air. Sluicing droplets of her womanly nectar splattering down from between her thick fleshy thighs. "Ack.. Ack.. Ack!"

"What do you need, Honey?" Maeve whispered, propping her sweaty forehead against the crystal screen. Her fingers pressing hard against her sopping folds and her smoky eyes searched the scene. "Tell me what you need to feed that sexy bimbo slut with your hard fucking load..."

From the raised perspective on the camera, the engineering bay was a complete mess. The doctor's searching gaze swept over complicated tools knocked from benches, strewn data-pads, and countless stacked bowls that had the ship's primary source of sustainable sustenance, a mushy nutrient-rich paste, drying around the dirty edges.

...but Tucker's sky blue eyes were focused upwards, locked onto the flickering holographic projection with a certain crew member's profile pulled up on the nearly life size display.

The name listed at the top was Doctor Maeve Hughes, and beneath it was a photo of herself wrapped in an elegant emerald and silver laced sari taken at some charity gala in Kolkata. Her midnight hair was styled long and loose around her carefully made-up face. A hint of her toned abdomen peaked out above her belly dancer hips and the satiny stole draped from her slender shoulder only half-obscured the moderate swell of her firm breasts under the brightly colored silk.