VLS-FA-371: The Kinetic Veil

Database of the Flora and Fauna of Velerus (VLS 6902c)

Catalogue #: VLS-FA-371

Name: Kinetic Veil

Description:

A thin, transparent, circular membrane that drifts in the limnetic zone of lakes on Velerus. Fully grown, they typically have a diameter of 4 in (10 cm), and a thickness of 0.06 in (1.5 mm). They are completely invisible, like their related cousin, VLS-FA-372 (Orgasm Siphon). Unlike FA-372 they are only composed of one body rather than multiple zooids. Their texture is delicate, with one side featuring fine cilia, and the other side being completely smooth.

Behaviour:

FA-371 is an erotophage and a kinetiphage, meaning that it feeds off of human arousal and the kinetic energy derived from friction. They drift within the lake, feeding off of the kinetic energy generated by currents and other lacustrine organisms. When a human touches them, they will attempt to stick to their skin or clothing. Because of their thinness, their touch is often undetectable. Then they will gradually migrate beneath their clothes to their genitalia, where they will enter their main feeding cycle.

For women, its circular surface (the side featuring the cilia) covers the entirety of the victim's vulva. Next, it seals all of her erogenous zones by forming a well in its center that wraps the entirety of the victim's vaginal canal up to the cervix. Its cilia will rub against the victim's clitoris and labia.

For men, it migrates until the tip of the penis is at its center, where it will wrap its thin body down the penis until it reaches the base. Using its cilia, it will subtly slide itself up and down the penis in order to induce an erection.

Once it has enveloped the victim's genitalia, it changes its texture and thinness such that it is nearly indistinguishable from the victim's skin. Urination is not inhibited by its attachment. Next, it releases a mild aphrodisiac onto the victim's skin. When the host seeks stimulation, either through masturbation or sex, the specimen will feed off of the arousal of the victim and the friction applied to its exterior. As its smooth outer surface is rubbed, the kinetic energy is absorbed to sustain biological function.

Through chemical secretions, the victim will never experience an orgasm. In doing so, it encourages the host to endlessly seek stimulation, thus providing the organism with a ceaseless energy source.

After sufficient stimulation, when the victim encounters fresh water, the organism will reproduce by releasing microscopic buds of itself into the water. However, the adult will remain attached to the host. Their adaptation of using human libido to sustain themselves with greater energy and more consistency is an important case study in the impact of colonization on native flora and fauna.

Procedure for Encounters:

Monitor the Environment Department's records frequently for updates on lakes infested with FA-371, and avoid going to them. Monitor freshwater supplies frequently for infestations of FA-371.

Velerus-grade chastity belts/cages are mandatory for people spending extended periods of time in lakes, including but not limited to ichthyologists, limnologists, rangers, and sentries. For their own safety, the belts/cages can only be unlocked by the express permission of the Security Department after submitting Form YN7-M9, Form YN8-U1, Form PN3-A1, and Form PN3-A8. Note that the submission may take up to 60 days to be processed.

If an individual of FA-371 has latched onto a victim, avoid masturbation or sex. As of the writing of this article, there does not exist any method of immediate removal. Experiments are underway to see if depriving the organism of friction will eventually starve it. So far, it has been shown to survive up to █ orbital cycles without friction, while incessantly increasing the arousal of the host.

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Lilura broke through the foliage and saw, for the second time, the oblong lake. It stretched beyond both sides of her vision, and the shore across from her was lined by the gnarled red and purple trees of Velerus. She could not wait to be back to safety. Her task had been simple: scout the area north of her outpost every day and map out its geography. Although they had satellite pictures across the planet, much of the Velerus's landscape remained unexplored on foot. Thousands of undocumented flora, fauna, and resources (and equally as many dangers) could be hidden in the wilderness. Thus, this small colony slowly extended its outposts in the forests, meadows, and waters, gradually expanding their knowledge of this strange planet.

Lilura raised her arm and flipped through the screens of her digital datalink that wrapped around her forearm. The satellite had picked up the unnamed oblong lake north of her outpost, but the dense forest beyond it had been uncharted. Tracing the boundary of the lake had taken most of the day, but once she reached the opposite side, she saw new and uncategorized varieties of fruits. Diving deeper into these woods could mean a big promotion for her: no more scrounging in woods, living on meagre rations, or living by herself in a dingy plastic room in the middle of nowhere. But now the screen on her arm showed that she had about two hours before nightfall and she was not prepared to make an overnight bivouac. Scanning the placid water before her, she considered crossing directly across it. It was probably just a baseball diamond's width at its shortest--she could save hours of her time and make it back to her small station in broad daylight instead of scrabbling through the sleet gray dusk.

Marching to the muddy shore, she sat on her haunches and peered into the water. Sediment swirled in its eddies, and waves lapped against the gray mud. Setting down her backpack, she took out a long thin rod that had a prismatic screen at one end. Dipping the other end in the water, she waited for the screen to flicker to life.

PH: 7.02

TEMP: 14˚C

TOXINS: NONE

"Good to know I'm not going to melt in there," muttered Lilura to herself. She had considered crossing it in the morning, but decided to go around it to scout more of the land.

Next she took out a trapezoidal device, flipped it to a specific setting, and submerged it in the lake. After a few moments, she extracted it again and transferred its measurements to her datalink. This handy device had mapped out the topography beneath the water. The screen showed that it was mostly smooth pebbles and sand, with its deepest region only about 6 feet. Luckily for her, the path in front of her was no deeper than chest level.

It was almost too good to be true, but most of Velerus's rivers and lakes were safe enough. She remembered some warnings about freshwater lakes from the Interior Department had flashed on her outpost's computer some months back, but she never paid them any heed. Plenty of scouts like her crossed rivers and took shortcuts all the time. No one would care enough to catch them.

Standing on the shore, Lilura bent forward and pulled down the grass-stained pants down her slim legs. Lifting her legs one by one in the cool autumn air, she unlooped the synthetic pants from her feet. They were tight and rough, and from her own experience they got heavy and sticky when wet. They were also nearly impossible to clean on her own. She really wished the colony would stop cheaping out on synthetic cloth.

Rolling her pants into her backpack, she heaved it across her shoulders until it landed on her back, feeling its weight pull her shirt tight over her chest. Then, she slowly trudged into the water, the bare skin of her legs dipping below the surface of the alien lake.

Her legs quivered in the cold, but as she marched forward, the motion warmed them up again. Below her feet, cloying mud gave way to silty clay, which gave way to smooth, flat rocks. The water had reached her waist, wetting her thin shirt up to her belly button. Hands around the straps, she pulled her backpack higher.

When she arrived in the middle of the lake, she paused. Gazing upwards, she took in the pinkish sky and let herself soak in the water. She felt like she was absorbing the planet through her skin. While Velerus might be a small colony on a minor planet tucked away in the backwaters of a galactic sector, she was glad that she made the right choice to settle here. From a bird's eye view, she was a single dot, surrounded by concentric ripples, the pupil of an eye.

Beneath the surface, an invisible, wafer-thin disc landed on her thigh. Gently, it began to wriggle its way upwards.

Lilura set her gaze in front of her and waded forward, completely oblivious to the invisible threat. Finally, her feet sank in soft mud, and her knees breached the water's surface. She washed the mud from her legs, and reached the homeward shore. She put down her backpack and took out a rag to dry herself. Sitting down on a nearby stone, she dragged her dry pants back up her legs, swung her backpack over her shoulder, and marched southward to her outpost.

At this point, the transparent invader had crept beneath her panties, and finally settled itself at its objective. It spread itself across Lilura's vulva. Then its center began to extend, dip into her vagina, and coat her walls with its own thin film. It sweated its oil, and began to gently massage her folds with its microscopic tendrils. A familiar heat swelled up in Lilura's loins.

"Well, it's been too long anyways," she sighed to herself, "haven't cum in weeks."

It was a non-issue. She would just crash on her little cot, flip to her favourite scene in a steamy romance novel, and rub a quick one out. This was not the first carnal urge she felt in the isolating wilderness.

As she walked, she felt sensitive to how each step rubbed the cloth against her crotch. She felt attuned to every slight breeze that grazed her thighs and chest. Her breath grew shallow, and her eyelids felt heavy. She was almost there, just a march up a hill, and then she would see that blocky white hovel she called a home these past months. Curious, she brushed her hand across her crotch. An intense zap curled her abdomen and hunched her shoulders. Lifting up her hand, she saw that her fingertips were damp. How in the galaxy did she soak through her pants?

As she worked her legs up the wooded hill, the sensations grew too strong to resist. She rubbed her hand across the seam in the crotch of her pants and was rewarded with instant relief. Halfway up the hill, she dove her hand under the band of her pants. The intensity of her fingers' direct contact with her sex nearly sent her rolling back down the hill. By the time she reached the door of her little room, she was a one-armed, shambling creature, her right hand fervently stroking her gates, and the other leaning against the thin plastic wall. Fumbling for the entrance panel, as soon as the door opened her body went horizontal, diving for her cot. The door automatically slid shut, sealing her in an erotic hothouse.

Lilura frantically dropped her backpack and pulled her shirt over her head. She banished her pants, then her bra, and then her panties. After what felt like eons she was finally completely naked, and she set one of her hands straight to work: commanding two fingers to rub her clitoris, while she laid her head on top of her other arm like a pillow. Guttural moans coated the air, and it took Lilura a beat before she realized they were coming from herself. Within seconds she felt herself at the heart of an inferno, right at the precipice of the greatest orgasm of her entire life.

She was close... so close... Her legs splayed in the air like a big 'V', her toes curled and her thighs trembling. Her chest pushed upwards, and her auburn hair grinded against her forearm. A wave-like motion traveled down her ribcage to her flat stomach, and to her hips. She held her breath and rolled her eyes back into her head as a great, gleaming warmth held its arms open toward her, beckoning her to embrace it. She was almost there... almost...

And yet, she did not come. Exhausted, she let her hand drop to her side and rested her legs on the cot. With each breath she dispersed the fogginess of desperation, and where it faded, confusion set in.

"What's going on with me? Why is it so hard to come?"

But feeling the pleasure seep away from her was too much to bear. She was so used to the stimulation rocking her brain that its absence was akin to pain. It was mere moments before she tried again, this time with both hands. She held one hand over the other, and with her fingers turned downwards, thrusted into her folds as her palm rubbed directly against her clit. Her forearms slapped against her abdomen at a repeated, percussive pace. After a few moments her hips joined in the motion, driving her sex upwards to meet each dive of her hands. The bliss mounted and mounted, but she could find no relief.

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah" moaned Lilura. Her cries synchronized with each slap.

It was a climb up a long ladder, like she was reaching up with one arm after another, and pulling herself skywards. And with each rung she grabbed, she prayed that some winged angel would carry her off the ladder, and soar with her toward the heavens, the wind rushing against the skin of her face and cooling her sweat. What bliss that would be. And so, as her hands delved deeper and deeper into her twitching sex, she lifted herself up rung by rung... but the angel never came. No transcendent force lifted her up to infinite bliss. All she could do was hope.

She tried switching up her strategy. One hand massaged her breasts, her hard nipples tracing circles against her palm. With the other, she pushed three fingers inside herself, pumping them hard with a purely penetrative motion. Her inner walls squeezed, trying to draw her fingers deeper, her pelvis lifting off the bed as she chased the peak. The tension coiled tighter in her belly, heat spreading through her core, her abdomen trembling uncontrollably. She added in her pinky finger, stretching herself, moaning as the friction sent sparks racing behind her closed eyelids. Her back arched further off the bed as her hand thrust frantically into her clenched pussy. And yet the orgasm stayed just out of reach.

"Oh... Oh... Ah-Ah... Oh..." Each involuntary sound sounded like a songbird's chirp, and they increased in frequency until she sounded like a forest full of birds in springtime.

Rolling off her cot, she landed on all fours with a slap of wet skin on white plastic. Leaning on one arm, she reached under her cot with the other to pull out a thinly walled box. She sat back and rifled through its contents--already she could feel her pussy ache, demanding her attention. Her sweaty hand fumbled at what she was looking for: a long, polished rod. Carved from the core of a fallen tree and well varnished, it was ostensibly a small rolling pin, or an improvised pestle, but every woman would recognize its true, more pleasurable purpose.

She pounced onto her cot and rolled into a supine position. Slick with sweat, she stared at the fluorescent light above her with expectant eyes and parted lips as her hands slithered down, holding the instrument of her bliss. When it grazed her folds she yelped and instinctively covered her mouth with her hand. As the dildo pushed into her womanhood, the extra friction invigorated the invisible parasite, and flames of pleasure roared up Lilura's spine. Her calves tightened, and her legs shot straight out, suspended by cords of joy. Not even her hand could stop her moans from echoing throughout her small station. She had never felt so much pleasure from just one pure penetration. Her fingers gripped the end of the shaft and slowly pulled it out, firing squeals from her throat with every inch. Then she pushed it back in, her inner walls clamping around it, and her mouth sporting a ridiculous smile. With increasing speed, she worked its long length in and out.

After a few minutes her hand was a blur as the dildo churned her wet pussy. It pistoned in and out of her like they were parts of a spaceship's engine. Lilura's eyes had rolled to the back of her head, and her body rocked back and forth with each thrust, her buttocks sliding on the cot. She no longer cared if anyone was listening, or even if someone burst through her door this instant. Her need to cum encompassed every single one of her neurons, superseding any sense of shame or self-preservation. Her voice fluctuated from loud moans, to thin wails, to guttural groans, to plaintive begging.

"Le... let me c-c-cum! I-I sh-sh-should have cum by nuh... now. Puh... please!"

Time passed like water through an open hand, and as the dusk gave way to night, the darkening cabin was barely even registered by Lilura. Her datalink on the floor buzzed and flickered, and the notifications on her desk lay unattended. Lilura strained with each thrust of her pelvis. She had rolled onto her stomach and fixed the dildo beneath her, humping it again and again. Sweat beaded across her back, dancing as her shoulder blades toiled with each thrust. Weariness had clouded her brain and seeped into her bones. The carved dildo was pulled out, and she heard it plop onto the cot. She could barely spare any strength to breathe.

Her sex pulsing and throbbing with desire, her muscles burning with exhaustion, Lilura drifted off into an unsatisfied and fragile slumber, her hand quivering between her thighs, and her head full of erotic dreams.

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Incident Log VLS-FA-371-052

L█████ W███████ was a scout and sentry posted at ████████, which was ███ km north of the nearest base, District 2. She was tasked with exploring the forests around her station, and documenting any anomalies. At ███████, she logged her last report, which was followed by ██ days of silence. After the incident, the recovery of security footage at this time reveals LW walking up the hill and entering her station, her hand in her pants engaging in self stimulation. Despite five urgent messages, no replies were received. After ██ days a small rescue team of 3 sentries was sent by the Environment Department to investigate her outpost, where they discovered LW masturbating uncontrollably. She reportedly begged the team to engage in coitus with her, which the team claimed they denied.

Following her rescue, she has been held by the Research Department. Scientists are attempting to starve the specimen by restraining her arms and legs and denying it any form of friction. It is unknown how long this will take. She is to remain restrained and denied any stimulation.

Update 052-1: She remains a host after 60 days. Emphasis that her pleas for stimulation are to be denied under any circumstances.

Update 052-2: She remains a host after 120 days.

Update 052-3: Monitoring was accidentally ceased following a mishandling of data. She remains a host after █ orbital cycles.