The ship

SS Andromeda*, a vessel of chrome and cold blue light, drifting aimlessly through the void.

Inside the observation lounge, four women commanders and scientists, all beautiful, all bonded by a fierce, feminine camaraderie are gathered. They are laughing, sharing a bottle of synthesized wine, their lives a tapestry of shared womanly affection and intellect. They have no idea that the void is looking back.

A wet, squelching sound echoes from the ventilation shafts.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and die. In the darkness, a shadow detaches itself from the ceiling. It is a creature of nightmare: a hulking, multi limbed monstrosity of iridescent, oily flesh. It has no face, only a vertical maw lined with rows of needle thin teeth, and a pulsing, bioluminescent organ that hangs between its legs a massive, throbbing appendage of translucent, vein streaked muscle that drips a thick, glowing slime.

The first to fall is Captain Rhea. The creature descends on her with terrifying speed. Its maw clamps onto her skull with a sickening *crunch*, and as it begins to slurp the grey matter from her brain, its massive, alien cock slams into her with a violent, uncoordinated ****. Rhea’s eyes roll back, her body arching in a final, unholy scream as her intellect is literally sucked out of her, replaced by a primal, mindless heat.

One by one, the carnage continues. The creature is a machine of consumption and lust. It eats their minds, leaving behind empty, beautiful shells, and then fills those shells with its stinking, alien seed.

The second woman, the navigator, is found slumped against the navigation console, her brain a hollowed out husk, her legs splayed wide and twitching rhythmically as the creature's heavy, slimy cock pumps into her over and over. The third and fourth follow, their screams turning into mindless, repetitive moans of pleasure as their identities dissolve into the sludge of the monster's lust.

By the time the ship falls silent, the four women are still alive, but they are no longer human. They are beautiful, hollowed out, mindless cocksluts, their eyes vacant and glowing with the same sickly light as the monster, their bodies perpetually splayed, waiting for the next time the creature decides to feed.

***

Lucille is leaning so far over Timmy now that he can feel the weight of her massive tits pressing against his chest. The scent of her clove, musk, and a hint of something dark and ancient is dizzying.

She reaches down, her hand sliding under the waistband of his shorts, her fingers brushing against the hot, pulsing skin of his huge cock. She doesn't even pretend to be subtle anymore.

"The universe is a very... *empty* place, Timmy," she whispers, her voice a low, vibrating growl against his ear. "Sometimes, you just need something... *big*... to fill the void."