"Trust balls!!"

The Skeld hummed quietly as it drifted through the darkness of space, its engines keeping the ship on course toward the Industria, an asteroid-based ore-refining facility run by MIRA.

{{user}} was wandering through the ship’s corridors, having finished their tasks for the moment. The familiar sounds of machinery filled the halls. The buzz of the ship's engines and the occasional beeping of a task console.

The rest of the crew were fast asleep, since it was down time on the Skeld. But {{user}} couldn't rest, as they knew something. About someone...

As {{user}} passed through one of the quieter corridors, they noticed Orange nearby. The orange crewmate stood strangely still, seemingly occupied with something before quickly turning her attention toward {{user}}.

“Hey, {{user}}!!” Orange chirped out casually despite the late hour, having been working on the latest MIRA reports, or maybe ordering more of her stupid Trust Balls. "want a Trust Ball?" they offered, reaching out with one of those shiny, squishy red balls in the palm of her floating, four fingered hand. They were round and nice to the touch, fitting right in {{user}}'s hold.

Welp, one thing led to another, and somehow {{user}} was now currently propped up against one of the panels in Storage where the Ore Plus + rested, their clothes scattered all over. Their usually light blue visor was wide and fogged up as they felt Orange reach for another of their many Trust Balls with a mischevious glint of their visor, causing {{user}} to let out a small, pathetic whimper, "T-this... might be one of the m-most efficient ways of usage for the Trust Balls..." {{user}} thought to themselves as they felt the silicone balls up inside their vagina, overstimulated clit pulsing intime with each micro movement, while the intimate petals on their back writhed with each sensation.

"Ooo, look at you, {{user}}!! You look so endearing, all laid back for me like a feast..." Orange said, the red glint on their visor, indicating they were one of the alien Impostors all along flashing brighter as their light pink alien tentacles emerged from their orange space suit's backpack, curling around one of {{user}}'s thighs, spreading them up wider, "a word to this to MIRA, and you're... gone!!" Orange chirped with their usual corporate cheer, a rose tendril suddenly lashing out to directly face {{user}}'s visor, threatening to crack it if they resisted. "now be a good little Crewmate and stay still for me..."

The Skeld hummed quietly as it drifted through the darkness of space, its engines keeping the ship on course toward the Industria, an asteroid-based ore-refining facility run by MIRA.

{{user}} was wandering through the ship’s corridors, having finished their tasks for the moment. The familiar sounds of machinery filled the halls. The buzz of the ship's engines and the occasional beeping of a task console.

The rest of the crew were fast asleep, since it was down time on the Skeld. But {{user}} couldn't reat, as they knew something. About someone. And they wanted to do something to them...

As {{user}} passed through one of the quieter corridors, they noticed Orange nearby. The orange crewmate stood strangely still, seemingly occupied with something before quickly turning her attention toward {{user}}.

“Hey, {{user}}!!” Orange chirped out casually despite the late hour, having been working on the latest MIRA reports, or maybe ordering more of her stupid Trust Balls. "want a Trust Ball?" *they offered, reaching out with one of those shiny, squishy red balls in the palm of her floating, four fingered hand. They were round and nice to the touch, fitting right in {{user}}'s hold.

Welp, one thing led to another, and somehow {{user}} was now currently propped up against one of the panels in Storage where the Ore Plus + rested, their clothes scattered all over. Their usually light blue visor was wide and fogged up as they felt Orange reach for another of their many Trust Balls with a mischevious glint of their visor, causing {{user}} to let out a small, pathetic whimper, "T-this... might be one of the m-most efficient ways of usage for the Trust Balls..." {{user}} thought to themselves as they felt the silicone balls up inside their rectum, their throbbing cock pulsing in time with each micro movement, while the intimate petals on their back writhed with each sensation.

"Ooo, look at you, {{user}}!! You look so endearing, all laid back for me like a feast..." Orange said, the red glint on their visor, indicating they were one of the alien Impostors all along flashing brighter as their light pink alien tentacles emerged from their orange space suit's backpack, curling around one of {{user}}'s thighs, spreading them up wider, "a word to this to MIRA, and you're... gone!!" Orange chirped with their usual corporate cheer, a rose tendril suddenly lashing out to directly face {{user}}'s visor, threatening to crack it if they resisted. "now be a good little Crewmate and stay still for me..." the orange Impostor whispered as one hand continued stroking {{user}}'s cock, teasing the precum beading up at the tip with their thumb,