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    eggs. No, my plan was much more grim than that. I was going to blow
    up the whole ship, myself included.
    As I crawled towards the only command panel in the whole ship that
    would let me activate the self-destruct sequence, I passed a vent. As I
    glanced down into the chamber below, my heart dropped out of my
    chest.
    Below me, sprawled out across a grav couch like a calendar pinup, lay
    my closest friend and object of my unrequited desire, Marine Corporal
    Marshall Sanders. I hadn’t cared much for him when he’d joined the
    ship—there was always a sort of rivalry between the science teams and
    security. When he’d asked what I was working on as I tinkered with a
    particularly complicated mineral extraction, I’d snapped at him at first,
    thinking he was making fun of me. I was immediately remorseful when I
    saw the hurt look on that handsome face. I’d apologized and showed
    him the process, surprised at how interested he really was in the work
    we were doing. He’d told me that even though he’d ended up in a job
    for a meathead jock, xenobiology and xenolinguistics were his real
    passion. He was as excited to venture into unexplored space as I was.
    He and I had been fast friends since then. I hadn’t worked up the
    courage to tell him that I’d really and truly fallen for him.
    And it seemed I’d never get the chance now. Tears pricked my eyes as I
    saw him writhing while tentacles snaked up his naked body, but I
    couldn’t look away, either. I flushed with shame as my pussy grew wet; I
    watched the expression on his face as the alien began to stroke his
    thick, hard cock. I knew it was wrong to get off watching Marshall being
    taken from me, but— This might be my only chance , I rationalized, unable to
    tear my eyes away as Marshall moaned, his hips straining into the alien’s
    embrace. I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid my hand inside, parting my
    wet folds to stroke myself, drawing out moisture as my pussy tensed
    with anticipation.
    As I watched, the alien began to probe between Marshall’s ass cheeks
    with a questing tentacle. Marshall spread his legs, clearly eager to accept
    the thick length. I whimpered softly as I watched it stroke around his
    tight hole, lubricating the sensitive skin. My pussy ached to be filled,
    too, but all I had were my fingers. It seemed almost criminal when
    Marshall’s long, fat cock was nearly in my reach.
    As the tentacle pushed into Marshall, I pushed my fingers into myself,
    wishing—imagining—that they were Marshall’s thick shaft. The sight of
    that meaty length being squeezed and stroked, even by a loathsome
    black tentacle, drove me wild. The tentacle probing his ass had inserted
    itself fully, and I could see that Marshall’s tight hole was stretched wide
    around its thick base. From the sounds he was making, the prehensile
    limb was hitting him in just the right spot deep inside. My fingers sped
    up around my clit, my shame at watching Marshall being completely
    debased unable to triumph over the need building in my groin.
    As Marshall thrust back against the slithering limbs pushing into him, an
    errant tentacle quested near his face. “Please,” he groaned, parting his
    lips to receive it. I gasped aloud as the alien penetrated him from both
    ends, forgetting momentarily to play with myself as I watched Marshall’s
    face. My pussy throbbed with desire, my need for Marshall so powerful
    it hurt. I’d have given anything—well, nearly anything—to be riding his
    cock at that very moment.
    I bit my free hand as my fingers resumed their work on my clit, the
    sensation sharp and delicious. Below, Marshall’s cock jetted white fluid
    across his stomach and chest as thick black tentacles used his holes, but
    he was so aroused that his girthy shaft didn’t soften a bit. The alien’s
    mouth gaped open and a long tongue snaked out, lapping up the sticky
    fluid from his stomach and bathing the flared purple head of his cock.
    My cunt clenched