That deployment planet-side was brief, just to take a few cuttings and soil samples. Still, the captain insisted everyone suit-up as standard procedure. Nothing that helped when brushing against the leaves of that xenoflora with a hidden stinger... #TMITuesday

A barb only a few microns wide, almost imperceptible as it penetrates that rugged material near the back of the neck. Just a twinge you dismiss as quickly as it goes.

Finished quickly and run through decon before getting back to your quarters. Feeling strangely turned on, hyper-aware of the way that tight suit hugs every inch of your body. Everything feels so good and so sensitive... #NSFW

Especially at your crotch. In the privacy of those quarters, it doesn't matter that something feels slick and it's making you horny pressed against that suit and those thighs. Groaning, almost mindlessly turned on as you slide that zipper down in anticipation.

The sheen of those slick purple appendages visible as they push up, dripping something that smells like your lust, but different as tentacles finish sliding the zipper down. So many of them it's hard to see your body. And they all feel so good. This feels so good... #NSFW

Maybe you're just a vessel for those alien tentacles now. It's so hard to tell while they slither in and over your body. Wrapping against those fingers while you pump one like a shaft.

That soft chime from the computer console reminding you of the post-away mission med check you have scheduled. Reluctantly zipping your suit up, feeling the way those tendrils compress against your body.

Won't that cute mouse be surprised to get a souvenir from your trip...