Onyx crawled out of the vent and looked at Rosea's form, splayed out on the ground, an absent expression on her otherwise beautiful face. The Security Expert was breathing heavily, her heart was pounding, her eyes were wider than saucers, bloodshot and unable to focus properly. She crawled closer to Rosea, who was the polar opposite of Onyx, her eyes, even though deadened, radiated a calmness that made the conscious woman's guts clench, her stomach growl, her teeth to grit against one another, and a feeling so foul and poisonous to spawn within her body that it threatened to kill her outright.

The voluptuous woman, laying on the cold floor, appeared almost serene. The disgust that Onyx had felt whenever she had laid eyes upon other victims of the Futa was drowned out by that toxic sensation, totally washed away and replaced. That relaxation that Rosea exuded was incredible. It appeared as if she was so content with her lot in life that there was nothing she would rather be doing at this moment, other than resting.

Her pillowy breasts heaved softly as she breathed in and out, her nipples slowly receding into themselves, and yet the incredible eroticism of that scene before Onyx did not diminish one bit. It might have shifted into a different type of salaciousness, but it was still unfathomably appealing, it made her womanhood ache, her labia felt as if it would hang loosely, were it not for the suit constricting it, and she could feel the trickles running down her legs.

How had this happened, she wondered, in the corner of her mind, as her hands held her above Rosea's calm, pretty face, the Security Expert's own head mere inches away from that of the rape victim. Onyx watched the voluptuous woman beneath herself, she stared at her teary eyes, at her running makeup, at her blushing cheeks, at her gaping mouth and lolling tongue, at the saliva and cum leaking down her chin.

It looked incredible. Just a few minutes prior to this, she would have felt the urge to retch, to look away, the inclination to shed tears of sorrow for the life that had been lost. But the ache in her loins, the smell that her suit just failed to completely filter out, the appearance of total bliss - all that had forced her to change her perception of it.

It was Heaven. Rosea was currently in Heaven, enjoying herself tremendously, lacking any need for anything specific. She would only crave the cum of her mate, which was the Futa, she could only want the baby batter produced by those big, heavy balls… Onyx gulped down the saliva that had started building up in her mouth, as the thought seemed far too enticing for her.

The Security Expert leaned on a nearby chair and helped herself up, but her feet felt weak, and she felt as if she was not herself entirely. Wobbly, uncertainly, she did manage to get up. Using the chair as an impromptu crutch, the muscular woman tried to collect herself. She had to report the body. She… She knew who the Impostor was. All that needed to be done was to report the body, and to… To throw the Futa out of the ship.

Onyx lingered for a moment. The sheer concept of a woman with a cock excited her, now. And, the image she had beheld, the Impostor plowing Rosea, the Villain's big, meaty shaft, so vulgar, so unfitting to be on that small, almost petite body… The juxtaposition left her folds trembling in desire. The Security Expert shook her head feverishly, trying to get rid of those thoughts. The words of Esmeralda echoed in her mind, and, suddenly, she was herself again.

After all, that was all her fault.

The body was reported, and the crude technology of the Skeld's emergency systems kicked into action. Rosea's catatonic form was dragged off into Medical Bay, while Onyx' feet, having been glued to the floor by the machine's effects, slid over to the table. Moments later, a trio of other individuals were brought before the main table of the Cafeteria.

Canary, Lavender and Pumpkin.

"What happened?" Inquired the monotonous voice of Esmeralda's suspect. Canary looked around, noticing that Rosea was missing, and her body visibly shrank as her head bowed down, her shoulders slumped and she receded into herself. Pumpkin sighed heavily, the sound of her exhalation expressing great shame.

"The Impostor is still among us." Stated the Cook and shook her head.

"I can tell. I am asking what happened?" Retorted Lavender and faced each of the other three with her visor, as if giving them a good, judgemental gaze. Onyx, having reported the body, felt as if there was something very, very wrong. Her breaths were stifled, she was doing her best to avoid looking at anybody in particular, but there was such an immense craving to turn and look at the Impostor.

Though, that craving was not driven by a desire for vengeance. The words of Esmeralda seemed so distant now, when Onyx was standing so close to that magnificent cock, and knew where it was, and knew she could have it if she reached over. Her whole body tingled, and she once again envisioned all the ladies that had been taken by that monstrous shaft. She breathed in in an attempt to calm herself, but that seemed to have the inverse effect.

"I- I fixed the Lights when they went out- I- I was in Electrical!" Stuttered Canary, blurting out an alibi for herself. Onyx' lust ridden mind recognized that the tiny Engineer was mortified. The suggestion made by Lavender, at the previous meeting, probably hung over her like a death sentence. Having beheld, and taken part in, so many deaths, Canary had probably realized that an accusation, well enough substantiated, meant the end of the accused's life.

She was probably fighting her own body with all her might, trying to not give in to the pressure, to avoid shaking and trembling in fear, to manage to beat back the nervous breakdown. That panic, which seemed to have taken over the Engineer, would be useful.

Useful? Why would it be useful, pondered Onyx? It would not be useful, it would be disastrous - the first accusation made against someone, that was not Canary, would immediately get the Engineer's support, because of that incredible fear the short mechanic felt at this very moment. The Security Expert fought back the urge to look at the Impostor, to see if he could spot a bulge in their suit - there had to be one, after all, their cock was so big, it would be impossible to hide it-

"I was in the Reactor. I finally finished recalibrating it, after which the Lights went out. I headed for Electrical, to fix them, and then they got fixed. On my way back to Reactor, I realigned engine output for Lower Engine." Informed Lavender, and turned to regard Onyx.

The Security expert shuddered. She felt displeased by the fact that her thoughts of the Futa's penis had been interrupted by the monotonous voice. Mortified by that constatation, Onyx' eyes widened in shock - thankfully, no one could see that. She wanted to get fucked, she finally realized. She craved it so, so much, she could not think of anything. Her mind was not working properly, it was as if a haze had fallen over it and there was an unbelievably loud buzzing that made it impossible to think of anything other than the buzzing - though, in this case, that 'sound' was actually the Futa's cock.

She straightened her back and placed her hands on the table, leaning heavily on them. She faced Lavender, and a plan so wretched and cruel welled up within her that it amazed her. Onyx recognized what that sensation had been when she had looked at Rosea and had felt it gnawing at her whole being. Envy. She wanted to be in the voluptuous woman's place. She wanted to get fucked silly, she wanted to get filled up with that thick, creamy goo - she wanted it!

"We should have listened to Esmeralda." Stated Onyx, inwardly frantic as she tried to figure out how to frame Lavender. Pumpkin tilted her head to the side, as if confused by, and also curious to understand, what was going on.

"What?" Lavender questioned, but Onyx almost did not hear her. The Security Expert's mind raced, at this slower pace, obstructed by the image of that perfect cock, which also acted as a motivator, as the carrot on a stick, that pushed her forward. How, how, how... Of course. Rosea would help her.

"I was in Admin, looking at the scanner screens.-" The Security Expert started and tried to remember how, exactly, that bit of software worked. "-I saw that there was someone in Electrical at all times, so Canary is clean. I also saw that there was someone in Admin - me - and a person in Cafeteria. There was someone who appeared in Upper Engines, and then disappeared into the corridors… To then appear in Cafeteria. Then, a person disappeared from Cafeteria, and then another disappeared. I saw them appear in Upper Engines, but, if someone had made it there - walking along the longest corridor - then the other person should have appeared in either Admin, Weapons, Medical Bay or Storage." Said Onyx.

"No-"

"Esmeralda was right! It was you, Lavender! No one even set foot in Reactor, or Lower Engine! You lied to us! You-" Onyx ran out of breath, and inhaled sharply. "-You're the Impostor! You killed six people!" The Security Expert accused her Crewmate that easily. The only drawback was that she was a bit out of breath. It had taken nothing out of her.

Silence descended upon the Cafeteria, only made less, or maybe more, suffocating, by the whirr of the engines. That heavy accusation that Onyx directed at Lavender hung in the air, like the smell of burned, by laser weapons, flesh on a battlefield. It was ugly. It was horrible. But some people liked it, or the association with it.

In the mind of the Security Expert, that silence was the calm before the storm. A storm of wild, brutal sex that would break her mind and turn her into a brainless cocksleeve. Just the thought of it made her fight back a squeal as another wet trickle of pussy juice made its way down her thigh. It was so exhilarating, the concept of getting fucked into oblivion, the idea of doing what she was currently doing just so she could experience that wonderful cock…

"That's-"

"I believe her, to be fair.-" Lavender was interrupted, again, this time by Pumpkin. "-After all, she has been very careful, so far, with… Like, who she accused. And I don't think she's voted on anybody, other than Blue. And she couldn't have done Mocha or Scarlet in, so… I think she's got it right." Goaded the Cook. Onyx' heart skipped a beat. That was very reassuring. Canary was, no doubt, going to agree. She was- She had two options - vote for the person who was the Impostor, according to two people, or listen to the person who suspected her and vote for somebody else. It was an easy choice to make, figured the Security Expert.

She was sweating. Her eyes were bloodshot from the pressure she felt. Her lips were dry, and she constantly licked them, even though she was fighting back drool from leaking down her chin. Onyx could feel it. She could feel the desire pooling inside her, she could almost feel her pussy lips getting parted by that gruesomely awe inspiring cock, she could sense the touch of the Futa's hands against her flesh.

"I- I, uh-" Canary spoke up, and the sublime vision was shattered. The timid Engineer wanted to say something, and that was absolutely reasonable and permissible, but her sheer presence registered as a threat to Onyx. "-I think it might be her, too…" Muttered Canary.

Lavender did not try to say anything. She remained still, as if she had accepted her fate. That did not faze Onyx at all. In fact, her focus was so far away from Lavender, that it was as if the short woman did not even exist. She was dead, for the purposes of what currently concerned the Security Expert.

That was the Futa's cock. What concerned her, what her whole world had suddenly been pulled towards and now revolved about, was the Impostor's penis. And she was concerned, threatened, even, by Canary's presence, because the Engineer could end up being desired by the Villain. She could, inadvertently, take away the cock Onyx had betrayed her Crewmates for.

The voting began. It was known what would happen from the moment Lavender had gone silent. Three votes for her - Onyx, Pumpkin and Canary. She had not even voted.

The Security Expert was not even thinking about it in such a manner. It was not Lavender getting killed, it was her competition getting deposed. Onyx wanted the Futa's shaft to stretch her out, to make her moan like a street whore and wail as if she was a virgin getting ravaged by a man with an enhanced phallus.

Lavender was dragged away, towards Storage, but the muscular, horny slut was not looking in that direction. She had turned around and was facing Canary, who was standing across her, on the other side of the table. In the middle of the aforementioned piece of furniture, the button, used to call meetings, tentatively glimmered with its red sheen.

Onyx waited for the sounds of the chute opening and then closing. Her frantic thoughts raced through her head - she had to get rid of Canary. She had to get fucked by that cock - Pumpkin's cock!

The button was pressed, hard, by her hand, as soon as the possibility arose, and the balring scream of the Siren informed the three of them that another meeting had been called.

"Wha-" Started the Cook, but was interrupted.

"Vote for Canary!-" Exclaimed Onyx, turning to face Pumpkin while pointing at the Engineer. "-Vote her off! Vote her off and I'll do anything! Anything you want!"

After those words left her mouth, another moment of deafening silence fell upon them. She was not thinking. She did not care about anything anymore. Canary did not matter, not as long as she would end up getting ejected. Then, she would be left with Pumpkin. With Pumpkin and her cock.

"Wha- Why?" Whined the Engineer, breaking the quiet of the Cafeteria. The message had gotten to her, no doubt. She was not a stupid person, as far as Onyx knew, and she could figure it out. Canary was going to realize that she was dead. It did not matter how she died - whether she died physically or just mentally. Well, that did not matter to her. To the Security Expert, however, that mattered a lot. It was the most important thing. SHE had to get fucked by that cock.

"It doesn't matter!-" Onyx snapped at her and turned back to Pumpkin, who had not said anything ever since being interrupted. "-Please! Vote Canary off! I'll do anything you want! I'll get naked right now! I'll let you fuck me however you want! I'll bear- I'll bear your offspring! Just-"

"Hold it…-" Commanded Pumpkin and Onyx immediately stopped talking. The Cook placed a hand in front of their face and gave out a little chuckle. "-You've gone crazy or something, right?" Asked the Impostor, and the Security Expert felt a pang of despair.

Or, rather, not despair. It was recognition. A moment of clarity, as her mind was, for an instant, torn from the haze of lust, and she realized that she had, truly, gone mad. She had just doomed herself and two other people, just because she had gotten a bit too excited, and the long time spent without getting laid had gotten to her head. She had gotten a whiff of some cock, and now she could not stop thinking about it.

Onyx was desperate, indeed. She felt her knees buckling, and she leaned against the table in order to keep herself upright. Pumpkin's chuckle echoed through her head, as if she was laughing at her, as if a finger was pointed at her and the accusation of dooming herself, and rendering the deaths of eight others for naught, came crashing down upon her.

"Why would you do that?" Muttered Canary, her entire frame shaking, her voice indicative of tears running down her face, beyond that visor. Pumpkin chuckled again, this time louder.

"Why?-" Asked the Impostor as their hands reached for their nethers, and then slowly sunk in the segments of the suit that allowed it to be removed. Onyx' heart skipped a beat, and she almost forgot about that immense sense of guilt, instead feeling excitement - such unfathomable emotion and curiosity drowned her mind in lust, as an unbelievable wanting washed over her. "-Because of this!" Exclaimed the Futa as they uncovered themselves.

Pumpkin's cock flopped out of their suit, all of it, so incredibly beautiful it left the Security Expert awe stricken. It was not fully erect, but it was in the process of slowly filling up with blood. Even as such, it was very vascular, its length easily surpassing a fourth of Pumpkin's height, and the more it throbbed, the bigger it grew. So thick, so wet with pre-cum and pussy juice, so foul and vulgar, and yet so magnificent and appealing.

Canary gasped as soon as the Futa's member appeared in clear view, as if startled by it. Onyx thought to herself that it made sense - the small Engineer would be unable to handle such a wondrous breeding tool.

"Yes!-" The Security Expert admitted. There was no shame in her voice. There was no shame, not anymore. That cock smelled so strongly, so wonderfully, her suit's filters could not withstand the immense onslaught of that pungent musk. She could smell it - she thought she could - and it smelled as magnificently as she had assumed it would. "-YES! Please! Please vote Canary!" Cried out Onyx as she frantically did just that, and voted for the Engineer.

"Why…?" Again muttered Canary, though she seemed to have her gaze transfixed on the thing that Onyx did not want her looking at. The incredible envy, the unfathomable worry she felt, that Pumpkin might decide to fuck Canary instead of her, just made her frantic. It made her sick, it made her angry, it made her desperate.

"I like your enthusiasm. I also like that I won a gamble here… And I did bet on you." Stated the Villain and submitted their own vote.