Caelus Aurum (2 of 3)
#2 of Anomalies on the Caelus Aurum
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The door to the observation lounge swung open, bathing the hallway outside in a warm golden light. Not just light, Crevan reminded himself. The warmth on his fur was some kind of super-particle that could transform you from scrawny little leopard to prize stallion in one brush. When this didn't really register as a bad thing in his mind, he ammended the statement. It could also lead to starvation.
He stepped slowly into the room, scanning both ways, searching for Kat. He didn't see her, but something about the room struck him as odd. On a second glance, he realized what it was. She was lying on the ground, reclined and staring out at the rift. Her form was so large, that he hadn't registered it at first. "Kat?"
At the sound of her name, Kat stood - a single, smooth ripple of grace that left her towering above Crevan, her tail sweeping around her body, its tip twitching in exitement. It slowly dawned on Crevan that she was completely naked.
"Crevan." her voice was a soft, sensual purr that shook the air around him, she turned to face him, giving Crevan his first full look at what exactly long-term exposure to the anomaly's radiation might mean for the rest of the female crew.
She stood twelve feet tall, her ears brushing the top of the celing. Her form was the picture of perfect grace, a toned, smooth body, exuding power and youth. Had she still been normal height, her breasts would have been pushing conventional cup sizes, but now they stood out proud, high and firm - larger than Crevan's head, with tight, white tiger's fur flowing over the front of her form. Deep. rich, feminine musk filled the air, driving Crevan mad with need. This - he realized - was the single most erotic sight he had ever seen.
"Crevan," she repeated, lowering to all fours and stalking forwards, a playful grin on her face, her eyes glowing with dark thoughts, flitting up and down his body ... undressing him with her eyes, "I've been thinking about you ... and everything I've wanted to ... do ... to you."
Crevan stood frozen, hypnotized by her movement, the slow stalk showing off the hypnotic sway of her ass as her tail twitched playfully in the golden light. He was way past arousal, his pants were painfully tight, his erection itching to be let free from its confines.
She wrapped a massive hand around him, pulling him into her. In that moment, he felt the power behind her grip and gave in completely, melting as she stripped him of his uniform unceremoniously and ran a rough, feline tongue over his now free maleness.
"You're all mine," she purred, running her tongue back over him, eliciting a surge of precum as his hips bucked automatically in her grip. He needed this so much ... it had been such a stressfull day, and he'd been meaning to get off .. but then ther were the consequences ... if only he could remember what they were right now.
He was burning with need, and as she stroked him, toying with him with the tip of ther tongue. The rough sent sparks of warm bliss careeing through his consciousness, as it caressed his shaft. He felt himself teeter on the brink of orgasm, and then she held him there - teasing him - a glimmer of feline playfulness shining in her eyes.
Then, he came, suddenly and explosively. His mind was blinded with pleasure, as all rational thought slipped away for a moment. His vision when white with bliss, and when his senses returned the pleasure was not over. Warmth spread through his groin, and he fell back into Kat's strong arms, letting the warmth take hold.
His erection persisted, as the warmth surrounding his maleness grew to a searing heat, his veins standing out - pulsing with each heartbeat. And then ... then he saw his manhood start to swell - felt the surge of power and weight. His erection crept up past his navel, his testicles pressed against his inner thighs, and with each pulse of his racing heart, his maleness grew, not ceasing until it was at least twice its original size.
With the new changes, Crevan burned with renewed need, his mind buried under a mountain of lust. He turned back to Kat, and as his eyes fell on the great feminine bounty before him, he pounced.
She fell back with him, pressing his now more properly sized erection into her wet and waiting sex. The two flowed into one another, grinding and bucking with blind, animal passion - pleasure rolling over them in waves. Crevan could feel Kat's supernatural strength guiding his movements, adding power and assurance to his own, raging potency. When at last she came, it sent him over the brink as well, a wildfire of pleasure running though his body, rigid and locked as his cum exploded into her.
He felt righteous. He felt powerful. He had conquered this godess of sexual perfection and made her his own, and as he fell away from her grasp, still locked in pleasure, he felt the warmth return, this time englufing his entire body. As it grew in intensity, he felt surges of power race through his body, building him up, making him bigger, stronger, more potent. "More!" he cried unconsciously, "More!" Power rippled through his body, tightening his skin, empowering his limbs, and filling him with the need for more.
As his growing stopped, and his eyes fell on his lover, he witnessed her begin to change. She lay on the ground, spread eagle with her back arched in pleasure. Her body surged outwards in every direction, growing impossibly larger, impossibly more sexual in every way. Her stripes - barely visibile in the wonderful warm glow - emphasized every feature in lurid highlights, further igniting his need for her.
As he prepared to take her ... this new and greater sexual godess for his own as well, a small, static voice rang on the outskirts of his consciousness. "Captain?" He brushed it aside, sure of himself and confident that she was what he needed, but the voice returned, "Captain!?"
And this time, Crevan returned with it. "Lethys?"
"Thank gods, captain." Lethys' scrawny, annoying voice rang out over the intercom. Thoughts of the annoying blight on the feline species killed most of the sexual need he had remaining, "We've got a problem."
"I know, Lethys."
"No ... a bigger one. You'd better get down here."
Crevan cast one last look at his titanic lover, stilll locked in the passion of growth. He closed his eyes, bringing all his willpower to bear, and turned to leave, squeezing through the door. Kat was far to big to escape that way. He'd just have to find a solution to this quickly ...
Navigating the halls proved to be a new challenge for Crevan. The ship was not designed to accomodate an eight foot tall fox, and he often found himself having to contort his body in to pass bulkheads or squeeze himself through doors. While he was - now - more muscled, and better toned than the average olympic athlete, he wasn't quite used to his newfound strength, feeling uncoordinated and unconrolled, slowing his progress down immensely.
To make matters worse, he esitmated that each of the white-furred orbs swelling just below his shaft were now larger than grapefruit, their weight and size making walking an extremely impractical exercise. They kept sliding against his thighs as he moved, and his sheath - which now stretched up his stomach, threatening his navel - was tight with the first signs of arousal at just having them touched.
Every now and then, a wayward thought about Kat would drift into his mind and he would have to stop and focus on something that was ... less of a bountiful sex goddess. He wasn't sure he could get himself down again if he made it all the way to full arousal, and masturbation seemed a pale and somewhat futile effort.
Still, despite the slow going and freqent interruptions, he made it to the medical lab without having to stop and ... relieve his 'tension' ... so he considered the trip a massive success. He squeezed through the door, standing hunched under the low celing. When no annoying voice greeted him, he continued on into the examination room.
The pair of giants - or his sized people, he reminded himself - were no longer here. Lethys had probably sent them somewhere where they might be more comfortable, since his research was obviously turning up more problems than solutions. Feeling alone, and unsure of whether or not he could fit through the operation room door, Crevan bit his pride and called out for the doctor, "Lethys? You here?"
"Yeah. What took you so lo -" Lethys emmerged from the operation room, stopping as he caught sight of Crevan. He took a few moments to moments to take in the captain's new appearance before saying simply, "Oh."
The leopard stepped the rest of the way through the door, giving Crevan a good look at him, too. The good doctor had apparently forgone the use of pants completely - though Crevan reminded himself that he was completely naked, so it was best not to cast stones. Lethys appeared just as small and scrawny as ever, the one execption being the massive male equipment hanging below his waist. Crevan did a quick mental comparison and figured the leopard was at least as large as he was, despite his - significanty - smaller stature. Crevan smothered a chuckle. It seemed the good doctor was having a time controlling his urges.
"Well," Lethys' voice brought Crevan's smirk back to eye level, "I suppose you already discovered for yourself one of the things my research has uncovered ... Just as the growth increases the physical appetite, so does the sexual development increase the sexual appetite ... It might take us a considerably shorter time for us to fuck ourselves so large that we can't move."
"'One of the things your research has uncovered'?" Crevan searched for a glimmer of hope in among the detritus of Lethys' techno-babble, "Tell me you've got something we can use?"
"Hardly," Lethys threw his hands up in the air, "All I know is that the radiation has started draining power from all of my equipment. I suspect that's why the engines and sensors died, but we still have life support. It's better sheilded, but being slowly drained, too. I'd guess we've got maybe a third of our original power! At this rate, we're all doomed to suffocate before we starve ..."
"Lethys ... you're a genius." An idea sparked in the back of Crevan's mind. This meant that nothing was wrong with their engines, they just had to get power to them ... and they had power, however little there was left ...
"I think the muscles are going to your head," Lethys stared at him, "I just basically said we're all going to die - faster than previously estimated."
"It'll never work." Lethys stared at the computer screen, going over the numbers one more time, "I mean, the science is sound ... crude, but sound ..."
"Thanks," Crevan ignored the doctor. He'd run the figures already himself. The ship main generator was more than capable of running the engines. Hell, the power could be re-routed from inside the med lab. All they had to do was switch the power on, and head for the bridge to start the engines ... provided of course they had already run a power line from the med lab to the engines ...
"You realize this means someone has to go outside to run the power cable right?" Lethys looked indignant.
"So?" Crevan didn't see the problem, "What's a little walk in space?"
"The problem is the suits." Lethys gestured in Crevan's general direction, "Oh sure, we can power them from in here, but have you looked in a mirror lately? I doubt you're going to fit in one of those suits to start with, and then we've got to send you hiking across the outside of the ship, almost completely unprotected from the radiation. We have no idea how much that would accelerate growth."
"And I don't suppose you're a practical choice either." Crevan smiled at the thought. Lethys could hardly move as it was ... it would take him hours to get across the hull to the engine block, if he didn't trip somewhere. Losing Lethys in the dead of space. Oops.
"Hardly ..." Lethys ignored the comment, "But believe it or not, you and I are the only ones on the ship who've shown any self control at all. Everyone else is larger than we are."
Hmm ... that might be true. He could remember what the growth felt like. He'd been lost in it. If it weren't for a well timed page from an annoying young leopard, he might still be down there. Hell, if he gave it too much thought, he'd go down there again. And it was true of Lethys, too. There was no doubt - the doctor's equipment was doing some talking to him. He knew Marie was still locked in the operation room, and he was growing steadily more distracted, casting longing glances at the door from time to time. If they didn't solve this soon, there'd be no one left.
"Well, we should at least try looking for others." Crevan reasoned, "If there's anyone smaller, I'd rather they took the walk. The idea of popping seams in a space suit does not appeal to me."
"Fine ..." Lethys sighed, "We might as well entertain the notion that its going to work. We'll start in the most heavily sheilded areas and work our way up. When we get back around to the bridge, we'll know its time for one of us to give it a walk."
Lethys tapped an intercom button on the computer with an extended claw. There was a slow, empty tone for a moment and then the line went dead. Lethys pressed another button. The same slow tone, but this time, a voice came through.
"Cargo bay." said the voice - a young canine if Crevan had to guess, probably an orderly unlucky enough to be on duty when they crashed, "Sarmor speaking."
"Sarmor," Lethys wasted no time with pleasantries, "How affected is the crew in your area by the radiation?"
"Er ..." came the hesitant reply, "Radiation, sir?"
"What?" Lethys considered the reply for a moment, casting a confused glance at Crevan, "Didn't you get the ship's memo I sent out two hours ago?"
"No ... sir." the voice wavered slightly as the orderly on the other end tried to stay calm, "The cargo bay's on a closed channel. Comm messages don't come through here, just pages. Though, I'm the only one on duty and I haven't seen anything unusual ... er ... does radiation poisioning have any visible symptoms ... 'cause I feel fine."
"Alright, stay calm." Lethys tried his best soothing voice. Crevan decided it was only sligtly less irritating than his normal one, "Please come up to the med-lab for a quick checkup. I'll make sure you get leave from your shift."
The intercom clicked off, and Crevan smiled at Lethys. Hope had just found its way to them, in the form of an orderly without a propper comm channel, "We may want to put on surgical gowns or something. I wouldn't want to startle the poor kid."