How long had it been adrift in space? The virus-addled host was unaware of the greater concepts of time, and so simply knew that it had been a long age of uninterrupted wandering through the coldness of space. Early on in its journey it had found a banquet of victims to infect, spreading the terrifying disease further through the galaxy. The past months had seen nothing but silence and endless drifting though.

The small pod that carried the host periodically let out an incredibly faint distress signal, a trick that 31088 had picked up on it's last planet landing. A lot of sentient races would investigate an encountered signal, whether it was to help or to take advantage of the source. In the meantime, all the virus could do was wait...

Being alone in the darkness of space can drive a person to do strange things that would leave someone else wondering if they have any common sense. Eimelle would soon do something like that as her sensors picked up an incredibly faint distress beacon signal. Opening a com link she asked "Is anyone there?", hearing no response after several attempts she opened her ship's docking bay and slowed her ship down picking the slow moving pod out of the void.

Barely audible sensors inside the pod let the host know that it had been picked up by a passing ship. Excellent. Any longer without infecting another creature and 31088 would have started to become nervous and more excitable. Once it was inside the ships docking bay it began to work quickly, flicking switches inside its pod with practiced precision.

The atmosphere inside the vehicle was vented, letting all sensors inside read that there was minimal oxygen. Finding a comfortable position, the host lay down and closed its eyes, feigning unconciousness. If all went according to plan, the ships occupants would rush the host body to their medical area. Then and there, the fun would begin.

Putting the ship on auto pilot Eimelle rushed down to the docking bay, her large breasts bouncing wildly in her skimpy outfit as she ran down the halls. Entering the room at a run she came to a stop next to the pod noticing that its occupant was unconcious. "I have to get this person to the infirmary." she said with a concerned tone in her voice as she lifted the pods door open, sliding the hosts body onto a gourney she had picked up near a nearby wall.

Minutes later they were entering the infirmary, the small room filled with different instruments and machines of varied uses. Putting the seemingly unconscious pilot onto an examination table near one of those machines, Eimelle turned around planning to turn the machine on but unthinkingly leaving her shapely rear right next to the host's face.

The inside of the host began to quiver in anticipation as it was carried onto some sort of platform and then transported away. The voice and presence of a living, breathing sentient being - One that could be easily infected. The warmth of the nearby alien being drove 31088's imagination to running at all the things it would inflict to spread itself to this creature. For "Saving" it, the virus would bless the girl with its powerful gift.

Once it had come to a stop, the host body opened up an eye in the side of its head, hidden by its shock of red hair and away from notice. It saw the creature that it was to infect and its excitement rose. This would be fun. It had its back turned to the host, it's wonderfully soft looking, round rear end was inches from the hosts face. There was no-one else about, no witnesses to save this alien. But what if they were nearby? Watching all of this on some monitor nearby?

31088 sent out a tentacle in the opposite direction to Eimelle, exploring the room until it found a control panel. Silently it hit the switch to close and lock the door - Waiting there to restrain its prey if she made a move. In the same moment the host opened its eyes, turning its head quickly and snaking its tongue out to glide along the underside of Eimelle's curvy buttocks, trailing sharply up the cleft between.