I've already seen a whole bunch of tremulous stories floating around, but I recently found the original story from way back!
Enjoy
The Project
Haos Redro Corporation - Lab - 359
Fractal Zion IV
4020
Illuminated only by the fluorescent light attached to the low ceiling, two men quietly waited
at an airlock. Between them, a small container, with a LCD display slowly pulsing the word
"Empty," was the only thing in the room. Behind them, an open doorway led through a corridor
to the main station. Through it, they could hear the distant reverberation of the reactor
that powered the laboratory. Through the transparent ninth level biohazard suit, the nametag
of the older of the two was visible. The nametag located on his left chest pocket read Dr.
Mirn Deyst.
As the doctor pushed a small off-colored wall tile, a small panel with a keypad and display
emerged. Leaning forward, he entered a few numbers on the keypad, in response to which the
display procured the GPS data of the long awaited transport.
"The transport is forty minutes late," Mirn Deyst impatiently exclaimed. He pushed the panel
again and the display retracted. On the other side of the container, Brack, who was by now
used to the doctor’s impatiency, shrugged and shifted his weight from one leg to the other,
hoping they would not have to wait much longer.
Brack replied, "Maybe the transport won’t show up. Maybe it won’t be us who has to deal with
this again." He was a security guard, younger than anyone else on the station, and surrounded
by scientists and hi-tech equipment. After all the years Brack had been working on the
station, he did not gain any insight as to what the instruments were; among the scientists he
felt very out of place. His job was to make sure things went smoothly around the base; all
the scientists were so caught up in their experiments that nothing ever happened that would
require Brack’s attention. If it was not for the manual labor the scientists had him do, such
as carrying around heavy crates, or cleaning up a spill, he would not have anything to do.
Deyst peered through the small rectangular window of the airlock door. He gazed at the
beautiful third moon of Zion IV. Just as he was about to turn away from the window, he
glimpsed a flash of light. It did not take long for his eyes to focus on the steel behemoth
that now obstructed his view of the moon.
"It's finally here! Check your suit and prepare the container," the doctor commanded, relief
visible in his face.
Brack quickly performed his instructions, making sure his ninth level biohazard suit was
secure. After reading the confirming "Suit Secure" display located at his wrist, he entered
the twenty-five-character code on a keypad located at the front of the container. "The
container is ready for the cargo." Brack informed the doctor, speaking uneasily as if he were
handling high yield explosives that could detonate if he were to make a wrong move.
Dr. Deyst inspected the container again. As the sound of the transporter docking filled the
air with nearly deafening tones, the airlock let out a loud hiss indicating its
pressurization.
Brack's heart was pounding so loud, he looked at the doctor, expecting a question of what
that noise was; the doctor apparently noticed nothing, as he was staring intensely at the
door. The doctor’s countenance radiated anticipation, and Brack knew Deyst was anxiously
awaiting the cargo.
The sound of the airlock opening snapped Brack’s attention back to his duty. As soon as the
door fully opened, he and the doctor stepped through the doorway, carrying the open container
between them. The small vestibule was lighted in an eerie red glow. The doctor pressed a
button and the airlock closed behind them. Brack let out a sigh, and pressed the button on
his side, opening the door to the transporter.
Back lighted by the transporter’s interior light, the silhouettes of two heavyset figures
were visible, wearing heavy military combat suits; they carried a square object between them.
As they trod into the airlock, a metallic ring resounding with every fast-paced footstep,
Brack eyed their battle-suits. He himself had worn similar battle-suits during his time in
the military; although the ones he was accustomed to were, by far, technologically inferior.
They were self-contained with built in mini reactors and several compartments with tools that
would serve in all environments.
Each of them carried one energy weapon, which Brack immediately recognized as the finished
version of the prototype that had been tested when he was still in the military. He wondered
what soldiers were doing with such immensely powerful weaponry, but did not think on it for
long.
They released the crate in front of the doctor and Brack, and it clunked down on the floor
producing a small tremor.
"Careful!" the Doctor yelled as the two soldiers shied away from the crate. One of them began
to dry wash his hands absentminded, while the other spoke to the doctor.
"It was very... difficult to obtain this sample. The mining ship destroyed everything when it
self destructed." His voice quivered, and Brack noticed sweat on his forehead during the
helmet. The other soldier was backing up into the transporter, as if he were afraid of
something. Deyst nodded, and entered the authorization code on one side of the crate, as the
soldier entered it again on the other side, releasing the two magnetic locks that kept the
crate tightly shut.
Deyst's eyes where fixed on the crate as he slowly spoke. "Yes, it was unfortunate that the
miner's lives were lost. With this sample we will finally shed some light on the incident.
Thank you both, we’ll take care of it from here."
Relief was visible on the soldier’s face, and as he turned around, his eyes met his partner’s
for an instant. What Brack saw in that instant was a mix of shame, guilt and compassion,
mixed into one emotion. The other soldier then eyes the crate with such a disgust that Brack
wondered what had happened to them. Before he could elaborate on his idea, the door to the
transporter began to close. Through the shortening opening, Brack could see the two soldiers
running into the heart of the ship. Only a few seconds after they had left the airlock, the
door closed and the transporter took off noisily.
"How strange for them to depart so quickly, it’s like they wanted to leave this place as soon
as possible." The doctor furrowed his brows as he spoke, but if Brack knew him as well as he
thought he did, the two soldiers were already out of the doctor’s mind.
Brack remembered the reports from the mining asteroid the organic sample within the crate had
originated from: the crew had found deposits of an unknown metal ore. When they drilled into
it a short distance, a cavern emerged, approximately two meters deep. At the very end the
crew had found an organic compound and were instructed to send it back to the laboratory for
sampling. Soon after the order was giving, contact to the mining crew was lost. Eight hours
after the last transmission, a distress beacon was activated. Sensors identified it coming
from the mining ship, which was escaping the asteroid at dangerously high speeds. Not long
after the beacon had been activated, it cut off again; later reports of the disaster
indicated that the reactor had been overloaded from the high speeds. Unable to bear the
stress, the reactor exploded, killing all of its crew. The asteroid had been utterly
destroyed by detonations originating from the mining crew’s ship.
Brack wondered how anything organic could survive such an explosion, and how the salvaging
team had found it in the infinite space. The doctor’s shrill command ripped him out of his
deep thoughts.
"Brack! Open the bio-container!" Impatience and anticipation permeated Deyst’s voice.
Complying, Brack quickly pressed a pulsating button on the side of the bio-container and its
lid instantly slid open. Together with the doctor, they pulled up the crate’s cover, setting
it aside. Underneath was located a small metallic cylinder, marked "Haos Redro Corporation
359 – Dr. Mirn Deyst." The doctor bent and picked it up.
"It’s cold," he remarked and placed the cylinder into the open bio-container. Brack pressed
the button again, and the bio-container sealed shut. "Bring the bio-container, please." The
doctor turned away to leave. A separate cleaning crew that handled dockings would dispose of
the now empty crate later.
Brack stooped to grab the handle of the bio-container as he noticed the container turning a
slightly greenish color. "D-doctor! Take a look at this!" Deyst, hearing the importance in
Brack’s words, jerked around and gaped as soon as he saw the container.
In the few milliseconds it took for the doctor to reach Brack and the container, it glowed
green brightly enough to wash the airlock into deep orange, then a yellow.
"T-this is i-incredible..." stammered the doctor.
A sudden urge overwhelmed Brack and he fell down onto his knees, the container, already
forgotten, lay aside. An incredible lust built up in his body, and he glanced at the doctor,
seeing the same emotions reflected in Deyst’s eyes. Barely able to contain himself, he
watched the doctor reach down and rip open the biohazard suit in his crotch area. While the
doctor was still undoing his zipper, Brack reached out with one hand, preparing for a sweet
embrace, while he stripped himself of his biohazard suit with the other. The doctor’s member
protruded from his fly; Brack carefully gripped it with his outstretched hand. It was hot to
touch, and as Brack began slowly stroking it he felt how rock hard it already was. Unable to
stop, he pushed his head forward, placing the erect, sweet pole in mouth. The doctor’s penis
was just big enough to fit into his mouth comfortably. It was unlike anything he had ever
tasted before. Savoring the sweet taste, he shed himself of the rest of his clothes and began
to slowly thrust his mouth up and down the penis, while at the same time massaging the tip of
it with his tongue, and caressing the scrotum with his hand.
The doctor groaned with pleasure and a lustful agony; his knees gave away, and he came
crashing down onto the floor beside Brack. Lain on his back, the doctor’s penis was
perpendicular to the floor, and the buck-naked Brack took the chance mount himself ontop of
it. With a fluid motion he pulled himself above the saliva glistening tip, and positioned the
entrance of his anus directly above the spear tip. He closed his eyes, and without hesitating
he pushed down, and in one fluent motion his anus engorged the full length of the doctor’s
penis.
It was an unfamiliar feeling to Brack, but in his ecstasy he perceived it as immense
pleasure: he felt completed, as if a part that had been missing from his body all his life
had finally been placed in the right spot, making his body whole. Subdued by his joy he could
hear the doctor moaning and groaning. Deyst squirmed beneath him, and a ripple of pleasure
shook Brack’s body. He opened his eyes again, and for the first time noticed the doctor’s
hands stroking his own erect penis. It seemed as if it was the doctor’s ultimate goal in life
to just grip Brack’s penis with both hands and masturbate him. Seeking to amplify the
pleasure he already received, Brack began to shift up and down, each time taking a little bit
more of the doctor’s penis outside, and then returning downwards to embrace the full length.
As he looked down he saw a puddle of blood forming on the floor and more blood covering the
doctor’s groin area. A small rivulet was flowing down the doctor’s penis; Brack was
mesmerized by this barbaric display.
The doctor groaned "More... Brack... damn... you... more... faster..."
Brack realized he had stopped his cock-ride, and began to ride the doctor again. This time
the doctor thrust his hips to enter Brack’s anus deeper each time he came down. This
continued on for a while, their eyes locked in delight.
Brack ejaculated first, overwhelmed by his anal pleasure and the doctor’s unrelenting
masturbation. His semen spewed forth as the doctor was mid-stroke. Brack was amazed at how
much fluid came out. Part of it hit the wall directly in front of him; the force of his
release projected the semen in an almost entirely horizontal trajectory. The rest dribbled
down from the tip of his still-rock-hard penis onto the doctor’s bare stomach. Brack let out
a scream of pure pleasure, and he felt the doctor preparing for the release of his semen.
Deyst let out an unearthly deep growl; at the same time, Brack felt a warm liquid filling up
the inside of his body like a glass of warm milk after having been outside in the snow. The
warmth radiated through his entire body. He had never felt anything remotely close to this
wonderful experience.
The doctor breathed heavily and laboriously as he pulled up his knees, allowing Brack to rest
his back against them. They remained in this position for a full five minutes, until at last
Brack gathered up the strength to move. On tremulous knees he pulled himself him, and as soon
as the penis that had plugged his anus was removed, the doctor’s load of semen slowly
dribbled out of his anus and down his leg.
For the first time Brack fully realized what had just happened, and he felt his stomach
churning. Grasping around for his clothing, he looked around the airlock. The yellow color
began to fade and slowly return to red until at last even the bio-container returned to its
original color. Deyst noisily retched, emptying his stomach on the floor.
Brack suddenly remembered the way the two soldiers had looked at each other. He now knew the
shame and compassion they had shared; turning his gaze on the doctor, Brack saw the same
realization reflected in the doctor’s eyes.
Without saying a word, they both dressed themselves, cleaning themselves up as best as they
could. The doctor’s biohazard suit was ruined, but Brack did not care anymore what would
happen to the doctor. The security guard--that is what he would be again outside this
airlock--slammed his hand down on the button, opening the door that would lead him out of
this stinking hellhole. The doctor was staring at the floor, which now was covered in puke,
blood and semen.
Without turning around, Brack ran down the corridor. An eternity seemed to have passed in
that small chamber, but after spotting a clock on a wall, only forty minutes had passed since
the transporter arrived. Still at a breakneck speed he ran to his quarter to clean up. Life
would never be the same again in this station. The scientists would still talk about their
experiments--not with him of course--and play around with their instruments. Yet Brack did
not know if he could ever look any of them in the eye again, especially Mirn Deyst.
What he did not see was Doctor Deyst in the airlock, contemplating the power an organism like
this could bring.
Still weak in his knees, the doctor staggered out of the airlock, muttering, "Project
TREMULOUS has begun..."
The End