Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2000 12:13:53 EDT
From: VersaKev@aol.com
Subject: SeaQuest DSV Part 3

SeaQuest DSV Part 3

Warning: this story is NC-17 for explicit m/m and m/a (man-alien--eek!!!)
sex and naughty language. This is intended for adults only; if you are under
18 please do not read it!

	Starring:
	Lieutenant J.G. Tim O'Neill
	C.P.O. Miguel Ortiz
	Seaman Tony Piccolo
	Lucas Wolenczak
	Lieutenant Cmdr. Jim Brody
	C.P.O. William Shan
	Commander Jonathan Ford

	Lt. Lonnie Henderson
	Dr. Wendy Smith, Ship's chief medical officer and a telepath

	(and others)


	Disclaimer: SeaQuest, its characters, etc., are the property of Amblin
Entertainment and/or Universal, and no copyright infringement intended.
The characters' personalities and actions here are my creation alone.

	Special thanks to ScottyT. for urging me to submit this trash!
	Readers, please email and let me know what you think!
versakev@aol.com

	Content copyright 1997, 2000 TKA

	What has gone before:

	When we left our crew, SeaQuest had been badly damaged after an
unprovoked attack by a mysterious submarine craft. The craft was
destroyed but the boat had lost main drive power and several critical
systems were off-line. She floated near the wreckage at neutral buoyancy
while undergoing repairs. During this time, a few of the SeaQuest crew
and passengers have had 'awakenings' about their feelings and attractions.
Perhaps it has been the stress and need for companionship; or perhaps there
are other forces at work. But for whatever reason, Lieutenant Tim O'Neill
and Chief Miguel Ortiz have revealed their true feelings for each other.
Meanwhile, the tension between Lucas Wolenczak and Tony Piccolo has
boiled over into a passionate tryst leaving both with mixed emotions.
	After a full day, work to restore the sub's drive was nearly
complete. But Commander Ford and Captain Bridger agreed that the
strange craft should be investigated. Since they were at only about 50
meters depth and all EVA craft were needed for repairs, they decided to
send Seaman Tony Piccolo out. The surgically-enhanced crewman's gills
should function just fine at this depth. But even before Ford could give the
order...
	"Commander!" Ortiz looked up from his console. "There's
something in the wreckage, something moving."

	----

	Part Three

	Ford spun around. "Ortiz, get me WSKR view on the big screen.
Piccolo, prepare for EVA." Then he adjusted his headset. "Captain to the
Bridge!"
	Tony stood up, looked to the main screen where they could all now
see some sort of luminous, pulsing form, then looked back at Ford. "Let
me get this straight, you want _me_ to go out _there_ and look at that
_thing_? No way!"
	Ford turned toward the seaman, his brown eyes afire and his full,
perfect lips tightening. "That's an order, mister!" Then he seemed to soften
a bit. "Just don't get too close. And we'll be watching through the WSKRs."
	"Oh, yeah, that'll be a big help when the thing eats me..." Piccolo
grumbled as he shuffled out through the huge clamshell doors.

	Down at the moonpool, Tony changed into a wetsuit and suffered
through being fitted with a headset camera and a throat microphone.
	Ford's voice rang in his headset. "Whenever you're ready, Seaman."
	"I'm not ready but I guess I have to go anyway." He muttered as he
climbed into the pool. He dove under and swam for the outer hatch as the
moonpool door lowered.
	In a few minutes he was approaching the wreckage. "No sign of that
thing, sir; can't say I'm disappointed."
	"Can the irrelevant color commentary, Seaman." Ford barked. "Let's
have a description."
	Back on the bridge, the Captain arrived, took his seat, and played
back tape of the sighting of the object. "Tony, be careful, don't get too
close."
	"I don't see anything moving sir, I'll circle around to the far side --
holy moley!"
	Tony froze in surprise for a moment, not sure what to think of the
greenish mass emerging from the wreckage. Back on SeaQuest, the bridge
crew looked on through his headset camera.
	"Is it alive?" Bridger asked incredulously.
	"Yes, and I'm sensing an intelligence, but very alien..." Dr. Wendy
Smith murmured, her brow furrowing in concentration as she pushed her
telepathic skills to the limit. "It's also difficult to tell much because of the
distance."
	Lucas stared into his monitor anxiously. "Be careful, Tony." He
whispered, hoping no one would hear. But Tim and the Doctor both did.
O'Neill pursed his lips and looked over at Wolenczak in surprise, but said
nothing.
	"I'm going for a closer look." Tony said, his voice gurgling through
the throat microphone. I'll try to be careful, Lucas."
	The young genius reddened.
	Dr. Smith glanced from Lucas over to Bridger. The comment
seemed to go right by the Captain.
	"Mister O'Neill, try to clear up that interference." Ford squinted at
the main monitor.
	"Trying, sir -- it's the same problem Miguel was having with the
WSKRS."
	Tony swam nearer, and the thing looked more and more like some
sort of translucent, gelatinous blob. It was hard to tell if its swaying was
independent or just movement with the ocean currents. The seaman was
about ten meters away, and the Captain was just about to tell him he was
close enough, when the thing moved.
	Almost too fast to see, a pseudopod whipped out from the mass,
forming into a tentacle which snapped around Piccolo's right wrist.
	"Hey! What the --" Tony pulled back. It was slightly elastic, but
incredibly strong. "Captain, this thing has got a hold of me. I'd say it was
alive."
	Lucas jumped to his feet. "Tony! Tony get out of there!" His voice
cracked.
	Bridger leaned forward. "Doctor, can you tell if this thing is
hostile?"
	"It doesn't seem to want to harm him captain, but I can't be sure --
its mind is too alien. It's definitely not terrestrial."
	"Get free of it and get back here, Seaman." Nathan ordered. But he
had barely said that when another tentacle whipped out and took hold of
Piccolo's left wrist. It began pulling him towards the wreckage.
	"Captain I think it has other plans..." Tony was trying to sound
casual, but he was stating to get worried. What was this thing up to?
	/I will not harm you/ A strange 'voice' spoke in his brain -- a
disturbing sensation. This didn't do much to reassure Piccolo, but as more
extensions snaked out to gently but firmly take hold of his ankles, he knew
that struggling was useless. It was obviously intelligent though. /What do
you want?/ He tried to 'think' back at it.
	/I must know you.../

	Back on the SeaQuest, Lucas was almost hysterical. "We have to go
after him! It's going to kill Tony!"
	But a more calm Commander Ford was already on it. He punched
the shipwide intercom switch on his console. "Condition red, condition red,
all hands to battle stations. Lieutenant Brody, Mister Shan, report to the
docking bay on the double." Then he turned to Miguel. "Ortiz, recall a
launch immediately."

	'This is getting really wierd,' thought Tony, as more tendrils oozed
out of the mass towards him. He was only a few feet away now, and he
thought he could see faint lights glimmering deep within the body. Then
the new extensions touched him. Not like the first four, which held his
limbs out so he was spread-eagle, these touched him gently, slithering
across his wetsuit and bare skin. One brushed his face, and he shuddered,
but it persisted, like a jointless finger running across his cheek, his jaw...
Others seemed to be trying to get under his suit, wriggling at the arms and
legs.
	"Hey! what do you think you're trying to --" Piccolo started resisting
as he felt something slither up his leg. Its grip on him tightened, though not
painfully. Another arm wrapped around his head, knocking his headset off.
It went spinning down to the sandy floor, but Tony had other things to
worry about.
	The searching fingers had found his zipper pull, and with a sudden
yank it opened his suit all the way down the front. Deftly it inserted more
tentacles and began peeling the suit off.
	"This is getting really, REALLY weird..." Tony's throat mike was
still functioning.
	A few seconds later the seaman's wetsuit was drifting away, leaving
him with only his swimsuit. The fingers were all over him, running over
his legs, his arms, leaving behind a wet glistening trail. Several were
sliding over his chest, their tips focusing almost curiously on his nipples. It
was like five people all caressing him at once. Piccolo kept telling himself
that this was disgusting, it but this was turning him on: his dick was starting
to get hard. A moment later a tentacle found its way into the front of his
suit while another wiggled down the back between his ass cheeks.
	"Hey! That's enough! Get outta th --"  At that point it snapped his
mike from his neck and his swimsuit was methodically torn from his body.
Swiftly, almost eagerly, one pseudopod spiraled around his cock and began
to squeeze it in undulating movements, like it was milking the man's penis.
The other wormed up to his sphincter, its finger like tip tickling the
seaman's clenched asshole. Yet another tentacle began kneading his ball
sack. The sensation was incredible -- Tony's body was responding whether
he wanted to or not. His cock hardened completely under the insistent
stroking. He felt a sense of satisfaction from the thing, like it found what it
was looking for.
	The part of it around his dick transformed, enveloping his cock in a
solid mass. It began to rhythmically pull on it like a hungry calf trying to
get milk from its mother, its actions making lewd sucking sounds in the
water. The other tentacle began to push up into his ass, thrusting in and
out, fucking him with its gooey extension. Tony closed his eyes and tried to
relax, Might as well enjoy it...
	All the while the creature held him immobile, helpless while it raped
him. But it remained gentle in its way, not gripping too tight. And the
tentacle which seemed to slide further up his ass with every thrust was well
lubricated and only caused a very pleasurable tingling. Far better than the
fucks he had endured in detention. But like those, he knew when to give in
and just go with it; fighting was only going to make it hurt worse later.
	In fact, he was going to cum pretty soon if it didn't slow down. The
thing was pulling on his cock, making it feel better than any fuck or blow
job, while the tentacle inside him pushed far up against his prostate,
massaging it as it pistoned in and out of his ass. Tony  couldn't help
remembering the one guy in prison who had been nice to him, a stocky
young dude named Ben. Ben was all muscle over smooth chocolate skin,
with the biggest cock Tony had ever seen. But Ben had been gentle, and he
would cry like a baby when he came, as he was pumping a big load into
Piccolo's stretched ass...

	"Ohh god, oh god I can't believe this is happening..." Tony mumbled
to himself, glad that the crew couldn't see or hear him. He began thrusting
his hips in sync with the creature, fucking the tight, slippery hole while the
tentacle up his ass twisted and jabbed in his guts.
	He felt the orgasm through his whole body, convulsing as his balls
pulled up in their sack and his pulsing cock began spurting seed into the
hungrily sucking creature. At the same time he felt the tentacle push even
deeper up inside him, even as his ass involuntarily clenched around it.
	/Know you... have you.../ it thought at him, still milking his sensitive
dick as it began to soften. It loosened its hold, then released him and
retreated, vanishing swiftly under the wreckage. Tony spun around, acutely
aware of his nakedness and semi-hard cock, to see a WSKR hovering just
above and behind him. "Oh fuck..."

	"Would you look at that!" Brody whistled as the launch decelerated a
few dozen meters from the wreckage. Tony Piccolo, buck naked, was
swimming towards them as fast as he could.
	"I'm looking!" Shan, piloting the vehicle, leaned forward, his
almond eyes wide. 'Damn Tony's hung...' William thought, unconsciously
licking his lips.
	A moment later Piccolo pulled himself up through the airlock with
Brody's help. "Where's your gear, Mister?" The lieutenant demanded,
wiping some sort of slippery substance off his hands onto his uniform.
"And what is this gunk all over you?
	"Uh, it was confiscated, uh, sir." Tony stammered, trying without
much success to cover himself. "And I don't know what the uh, gunk, is."
	William Shan came up behind Brody for a look, hands on hips. "He
looks pretty well-equipped to me!" The Asian laughed.
	 "Belay that, Shan, and get us back to the boat, on the double." The
Lieutenant snapped, then turned back to Tony  "Get some clothes on,
seaman."
	"I--I--" Tony seemed to be trying to say something, then he started
to fall over. Brody barely caught the seaman before he hit the deck.
Supporting the shivering Piccolo, he grabbed a towel and wrapped him in
it.
	"What's your status?" Ford's voice boomed over the loudspeaker.
	Shan glanced back at Brody struggling with the limp Piccolo before
replying. "We have Tony, sir, and he appears to be unhurt, but he just
fainted. We're on our way back."
	Miguel left his console to stand next to Ford. He touched his arm and
said softly "Commander... "
	"What is it, Mister Ortiz?" Jonathan demanded.
	The WSKR officer gestured as if to shush the Commander, then
whispered "There's something that I picked up on one of the WSKRS that
maybe you should see, but I don't think it's appropriate for general
viewing."
	Jonathan raised his eyebrows. "Alright Mister, let's have a look." He
followed Ortiz back up to his station, where Miguel played back a portion
of the WSKR's recording. There was a lot of interference, but he could
clearly at intervals he could make out a naked and aroused Tony Piccolo
entangled with the creature. "What the hell..." Ford leaned forward, then
felt himself start to blush under his dark brown skin. Piccolo's cock was
even bigger than he'd imagined... He cleared his throat. "Your discretion
was appropriate, Miguel. Secure this file and make it available only to
Doctor Smith." Jonathan turned back to the center of the bridge, not
meeting the Chief Petty Officer's eyes -- or Wendy's as she looked
quizzically at him.
	Then her attention was diverted. Tim was nodding at his post,
holding his head. "Captain, I recommended that Tim only return to duty
for half-shifts the next few days..."
	"Noted, Doctor; Commander Ford?" Bridger liked to defer to
Jonathan regarding duty posts.
	The Commander spun around, glad to have something else to think
about besides Tony Piccolo's hot naked body in the disgusting embrace of
that monster. "Tim, you're relieved."
	O'Neill spun around, tugging his headset down around his neck and
pursing his lips. "I'm fine Commander, really."
	Jonathan folded his arms across his chest in the signature Ford 'don't
argue with me, mister' pose. But then he said gently "Doctor's orders,
Tim. Just for a few days."
	The lieutenant reluctantly surrendered his headset and stalked
towards the clamshell doors. Ford noticed Ortiz watching O'Neill, a
concerned look on his face.
	Bridger stood and stretched. "Well Commander, things seem under
control here -- I'll be in my cabin. Keep me appraised of the situation with
Piccolo."
	"Very good, sir." Ford nodded.
	Nathan caught up to O'Neill at the Maglev. "Everything alright,
Lieutenant? He asked, a tone of concern in his voice, as they got on and the
door slid shut. They were alone in the car.
	"Everything's fine, sir, it's great." Tim nodded a little too
enthusiastically, then looked away, blushing.
	"Well, if you ever want to talk, you know I'm available." Bridger
shot him an intent look.
	Tim's mind raced -- what could the Captain be talking about? Surely
he didn't have any idea... O'Neill couldn't imagine talking about his
feelings for Miguel with Bridger. "Yes, sir, thank you Captain." He looked
at the floor.
	The Maglev arrived at Bridger's stop and the Captain rose, then
paused and turned at the door. "Well, I hope everything works out. You
and Ortiz are both fine young men. I'm happy for you." Without waiting
for a response, he turned away and the doors closed.
	Tim rode past his stop, all the way to the aft propulsion terminus
before he could think clearly again.

---

	Back on the launch, Shan prepared to return to SeaQuest. At first all
the launch systems seemed fine, but just as he got underway, the power
levels began fluctuating madly. It took all his skill and concentration to
keep the vehicle from diving into the rocky sea-bottom. He grumbled in
Vietnamese, wondering where Brody was.
	But Jim Brody had his hands full just then. He was helping
unconscious Piccolo towards a seat, when Tony started moaning and
thrashing about. He figured the guy was delirious or something -- though
he couldn't help noticing that Piccolo had a raging hardon. And there was a
peculiar smell in the air, kind of musky-sweet... kind of a sexy smell, if
there was such a thing.
	Tony's hands were around his neck, and as he lowered the young
man onto the seat, he felt them pulling him by the shoulders... pulling his
head down towards the seaman's crotch. "Now wait a minute, Tony, first
of all, I'm not that kind of guy, and second, we're on duty..." But Jim
wasn't fighting, and the smell grew stronger as he stared down the swollen
ruby head of Tony's monster cock. Brody had never screwed around with
another guy, well not since he was 13 and jacked off with his best friend.
But he had never even given a thought to what he was about to do. Any
other time the idea would have turned him off, but he was drunk from the
smell... it was kind of interesting to be the one giving the blow job... he
opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the base of Tony's
cockhead, not noticing the greenish hue of the young seaman's precum. It
tasted delicious, tart yet sweet. Brody slid his hands up Tony's thighs,
massaging his muscled legs, working his way to the thick cock-roots. Then
he lowered his head further down onto Piccolo's pulsing shaft...
	Tony leaned back, his legs spread, running his hands through the
Lieutenant's soft blond hair. He moaned, at first wordlessly. But as Brody
got into sucking his cock, Piccolo began to mumble.  "I must know you..."
	In the cockpit, Shan was just beginning to think he was out of
strength to fight the bucking vehicle. He had tried to call Brody, but the
airlock to the main launch passenger area was closed and he got no answer
in the intercom. He couldn't raise the SeaQuest either; all he got was static.
	Then suddenly all the main power systems went off-line. He was
bathed in a dim red light as the hum of the engine faded into an eerie
silence. Only battery power was left. The launch drifted slowly towards the
bottom, fortunately towards a sandy area. It settled onto the sea floor with
a soft bump.
	"Well, not much to do now." William muttered. "It's getting awfully
hot in here though." He unzipped his coverall, shrugged out of the sleeves
and pulled off his t-shirt. "Jeez, I'm soaking wet -- must have been from
struggling with the controls." He ran his hand over his smooth, toned chest
absentmindedly, just as he noticed a strange smell. It wasn't like anything
he knew, but it wasn't unpleasant... As he sat inhaling, he slid his fingers
down inside his briefs, closing his hand around his hardening cock.
Mmmm, that felt good. He started to leisurely stroke it, running his hand
over the thick shaft. It didn't seem strange at all to be masturbating at the
pilot's controls of the launch...
	Then it occurred to him: where was Brody?  Shan staggered to his
feet, still shirtless with his coverall hanging around his hips, and punched
the airlock control. Even in his altered state he was taken aback by what he
saw.

	"What is going on out there? "Ford practically shouted to the bridge
at large.
	"I'm sorry sir," apologized the comm officer, "There is unbelievable
interference, and its getting worse."
	Ortiz spun in his chair to face Ford. "WSKRS are useless sir; as soon
as they get a few meters from the boat I lose contact. I had a brief visual
and limited telemetry from the launch, though, it looked like she was
powering down and drifting towards the bottom."
	"Any sign of damage?"
	"None that I could detect. Their systems could have been affected by
the interference, though. It's on a strange frequency modulation."
	"Okay, I want another launch with a universal docking collar on the
double and a fully armed boarding party. Ortiz, you're with me -- get your
gear and meet me in the docking bay." Then he spun around, knowing the
Lucas was already on his feet, about to speak. "No, Lucas, you may not go.
I know you are concerned, but it's too dangerous." Ford thought the boy
was going to cry. 'This is getting too strange,' thought Jonathan.

	Tim closed his book with a sigh. Miguel strapped on his gun belt,
then adjusted the reinforced kevlar tank top, tanned biceps flexing.
"Anybody ever told you how sexy you look in that outfit?" He blurted out,
then looked back down shyly.
	Ortiz looked at his lover with a smile. "Not recently. You'll have to
tell me when I get back." He stepped over to Tim and planted a kiss just
under his ear. "Gotta go rescue Brody again."
	"Well... " O'Neill reached out suddenly to grasp Ortiz's wrist. "Be
careful, Miguel."
	"Of course. I know my favorite Lieutenant will be waiting for me."
The Cuban smiled and Tim felt that wonderful ache again. It was beyond
his wildest dreams, his best friend -- the most gorgeous man he had ever
met -- was now his lover.

	On the launch, Shan stopped in the doorway and stared. Lieutenant
Brody was on his knees, wearing nothing but his boots. Standing in front of
him, both hands on the Lieutenant's shoulders, was Tony Piccolo, naked,
bucking his hips towards Brody. Shan stared as he watched Piccolo's long
wet cock slide in and out of Jim's sucking mouth. Jim had one hand on the
seaman's balls, the other was between his own legs, stroking his hard dick.
	AS William stood there and watched, his hand found its way to his
short, thick dick again, and he pushed his uniform down over his muscled
thighs to free it. This was so hot! He never thought he'd see Brody the
great womanizer sucking cock!
	After a few minutes, Brody noticed William. He pulled off of Tony's
dripping rod and wiped saliva from his chin. He smiled strangely. "Hey
Shan, want a taste of Seaman Piccolo? It's great."
	Without a word the Chief stepped out of his coverall and joined
them. Brody moved back and Shan knelt in front of Piccolo. His cock was
so big, the biggest he'd ever seen. Sweet-smelling fluid dripped from the
head. He hesitated, but Tony tangled his fingers into William's thick black
hair and pulled him forward. Shan took the whole eight-plus inches down
his throat -- sucking cock wasn't new to him, though he never thought he'd
get to taste Tony's meat.
	Behind him, Jim knelt down and spread William's smooth, firm ass.
He licked one cheek, then ran his tongue further in, twirling it towards the
Asian's puckered hole. He was pumping his own hard dick, seven inches
sprouting from his blond bush. God Shan's ass was hot, tight and waiting to
be fucked... Brody reached up to fondle Tony's balls, wet with Shan's spit.
Then he wrapped both arms around William... hot, smooth, brown-skinned
William, with his lean body and beautiful almond eyes. Shan could take
them both out in a second if he wanted; Brody knew the Chief was a black
belt in more than one martial art. But now he was going down on Tony's
cock like there was no tomorrow, and as Jim probed his ass with a finger,
Shan relaxed his hole to let it slide in. Before he could even think about it,
Jim rose up and started pressing his cockhead into William's moist hole.
	Shan would have gasped, but for the huge throbbing sausage in his
mouth. Even as he tried to relax his ass to let in the thick intruder, Piccolo
seized his head and, yelping like a dog, forced him down onto that monster
Seaman cock. Spurt after spurt of thick, strangely sweet goo splattered
down William's throat -- more cum that he had ever taken. He swallowed
until it oozed out the sides of his mouth. Shan gasped for breath, even as
Jim wrapped his arms around him, grabbed his thick cut cock and started
pumping, while he thrust his long dick deep into the Chief's willing hole.
	Tony fell back onto the seat in a daze, cum still dribbling from his
cock. Brody held Shan and pulled backwards, the two of them unfolding
their legs. Brody's butt hit the cold steel floor and Shan sat in his lap, Jim's
cock ramming deep into the Chief's chute. They both let out a cry of
surprise, but almost immediately William started bouncing up and down on
Jim's hard dick. Brody laid back to enjoy the ride, while Shan took over
stroking his own cock, pumping it faster and faster. "That's it Shan, ride
my big dick, take all that cock up your tight hole man!"
	William sank down and wriggled his hips, then squeezed Brody's
cock in his ass. The lieutenant moaned and bucked his hips up. He was
getting close...
	Shan's breath came in short gasps between clenched teeth as he
pounded his dick, enjoying the burning thrusts of Brody's hot cock in his
guts.

	The launch shuddered, then was filled with the sound of metal
scraping and banging. Tony Piccolo regained consciousness, slowly aware
also of rhythmic grunting and the smack of bare skin against skin. He was
cold and naked and -- he opened his eyes. What the hell!? Right in front of
him, Chief Shan was bouncing up and down on Jim Brody -- 'Ohmygod,
Brody is fucking him -- while Shan pumped his own brown dick. Both of
them seemed to have ropy strings of greenish goo all over them... 'This
can't be happening!'  He stared, unable to move, until Shan screamed as
cum burst from his cock, spraying his chest and hair with green-white
streams. He kept bouncing as Brody grabbed his slim hips, bucking into his
ass. It didn't take Jim long to shoot; Tony could tell by his groaning.

	Then the round docking port swung up, and a squad of SeaQuest
crew stormed in -- led by Commander Ford and Chief Ortiz with guns
ready. Ortiz's eyes went round as sand dollars, but Ford's only display of
shock was a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. Shan and Brody
collapsed on the floor in a messy heap, gasping. Tony scrambled for a
blanket.
	The Commander turned back to his boarding party. "All of you,
back into the launch; I'll handle this." Fortunately, no one besides he and
Ortiz had seen into the room. He firmly took Miguel's arm and whispered
"I'm counting on your discretion, Mister Ortiz; there's something very
strange going on here."
	Ortiz cocked an eyebrow and nodded. "You got that right,
Commander."

----

End of Part Three