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In Space there are no Smells

(Note from Author: Thank you for clicking! Its been about a year since I written, so I'm VERY RUSTY. SO enjoy this really weird short story. With sci-fi horror themes blended with corruption, mysophilia, stink, and filth.)

[Planetary orbit station Azazel]

[02:35:45 Earth Time]

[Goal: Find, Capture, Analyze, and Dispose of foreign objects orbiting or entering Earth’s Orbit.]

[Azazel is a part of a triangulation system with two sister stations Azza and Uzza, this system is called “Fallen Angels”.]

[Lead Orbit Extraction Tech Entry # 1]

<Name: Sonya Stellar>

<Excuse me, had to stop suddenly we had a reading in our radius. Why am I apologizing? These are to me after all. Company-mandated and shit. Supposedly for our “Mental well-being… bullshit. I'm keeping my thoughts on a log for me and my eyes only. Good to keep myself straight and narrow for the next mission. Anyways, Drew has volunteered himself to be the one to plot the course to intersect the object. Asshat

[S.O.S transmission from *****]

<THIS IS A PRIVATE CAPSULE FOR ****** AND *****

ATTENTION THIS IS A PRIVATE SCIENTIFIC CONTAINMENT

DO NOT *****

DO NOT INTERACT

DO NOT ****

PROPERTY OF ______________>

[end of transmission]

[Lead Orbit Extraction Tech Entry #2]

<Name: Sonya Stellar>

[It's impossible for the rest of the crew to hear my heart rate, but they all looked at me as if they could. I waited on the sidelines of the station- strapped up, ready to go out and yank Drew back to Azazel. We could hear advice and mutter on the hot radios of Uzza and Azza. I can’t stand the asshole but fuck me was it tense. Especially after the Company played the audio of the distress beacon. Evidently, it's privately owned or some shit. All they informed us was that it was a RED ALERT that we got it. This wasn’t just some long-forgotten satellite or some junk. This was something serious. This was something that had everyone tense and frightened. I never saw Drew look as worried as he did when we went for the first spacewalk. A wave of ease washed over me when we got the radio from Drew that he had in fact contacted the capsule. He sat as a speck in the infinite vastness connected like a kite coming for a landing. Our work had only begun, we now had to get Drew back in along with the Capsule put into the loading bay so we could bring it into our analysis department. Drew is now asleep claiming the stress was just too much. I never knew him to get so disturbed. I'm just happy it's now inside. I'll link to my analysis of the capsule below

[Azazel Analysis LOG]

[Sonya Stellar Analysis of Space Debris Capsule]

< Good evening, this is Dr. Stellar. I’m starting this LOG here at 22:00:00 Earth time. I will start with a visual analysis of the capsule. The unit appears to be akin to a satellite, made of standard Titanium alloys. There is a single round viewing window at the top of what appears to be an entry hatch, but the viewing window is opaque with the inner substance looking like algae. The capsule has markings and numbers with unknown reasons lining what looks like an input and output connection. On the front of the broken hatch is an emblem/logo of butterfly wings. I am now to begin cutting the hatches of the hatch. Afterward, I will continue with an interior analysis record Log>

Loud whirring noises of a small buzzsaw can be heard cutting through the metal.

[Azazel Analysis LOG]

[Sonya Stellar Interior Analysis of Space Debris Capsule]

<Alright, I am not going to grab a wedge and hammer to pry the hatch open… *WHAM WHAM WHAM Crreeaaaaaakkk SPLOTRTCHH*

Alright, the interio- *HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH*

*A panicked Dr. Stellar can be heard retching as she knocks over a tray of tools. A door slamming shut*

[Azazel Med-bay Check-up Log]

[Patient: Sonya Stellar]

Symptoms: Cough, burning throat, eyes watering, extreme nausea, headache, rash on the right hand, singed nose hairs, REDACTED, REDACTED.

Diagnoses: Unknown… processing…. Processing… alternative Diagnoses match descriptions of studies by historic studies performed by Monarch. For treatment request such a file with your Historic archive database representative.

Have a nice day, Feel better thanks to the Company! 😊

[Sonya Stellar Log # 3]

<Drew came by just now having my dinner. I've been put in quarantine after my… incident with the pod. The pod is also in quarantine in the bay. I feel fine *Cough Cough, Hacks a nasty spit out*.

It's difficult to breathe occasionally… and that fuckin smell. I can't get it out of my head. *Groans*

I can't tell if it's in my nose or burned into my head. It was like that time Grandpa had lost power to the deep freezer in the garage. *Eugh*

It was…. Weirdly nostalgic of Earth. The grime of it all…

I need to rest… feeling dizzy again. Goodnight computer

[Computer Error log!]

[Source Quarantine Bay #2]

[Respond ASAP]

<…. Ventilation quarantine system ERROR.>

[Sonya Stellar Log # 4]

[Sonya Stellar Log # 5]

[Sonya Stellar Log # 6]

<I'm really freaking out now. The food I received today was fucked. It was moldy, and the water browned…. I couldn’t help myself though, I ate it. And it was DELICOUS. The rancid taste of off eggs and the hints of grime in the water. It Cleared my throat and felt amazing. Am I losing it??? What little view I had of the hallway through my door has become dark… and the heat won't stop… I have now placed something over the vent… anything to stop the humidity please>

[Sonya Stellar Log # 7]

<I feel disgusting. I haven’t showered…. In… I don't know how long. Has it been days? Hours? WEEKS? How many logs have I sent off? Is anyone getting these?

Idk… the food was wonderful again today…. Slimy steak sludge with a dark green shlop in a glass. My hair… now is matting and is ruining the pillow I sleep on. The outside soundscape has changed… This morning I felt a large shift in the ship… Uzza must have docked. Which my medication must be here. I heard radios and breathing apparatuses. Bright flashlights shined through the glass, revealing that the outside was now enveloped… in a dark algae-like substance… a lot like the pod. I worried for the captain, the staff, and Drew…>

[Sonya Stellar Log # 8]

[Sonya Stellar Log # 9]

<Something is definitely wrong with me. My skin is… changing. When I squeeze my palms I can feel a grease ooze out of the pores. My lungs don’t burn when I breathe this shit *A waving of hands to clear the camera sight of the building haze* Out of desperation I have started drinking some of the oozes that creep through the door and vent. It tastes so nasty…. but God, I love it. *Drool dribbles her lips*

The vent situation has not improved, the haze has increased exponentially. The lighting now flickers in the station. I don’t know how long I can keep the logs up. I will need to leave this room… I can't eat this slime forever... plus the whispers they are calling to me. *She looks off-screen suddenly… walking off screen… the computer auto sleeps. End of Log*

[Sonya Stellar Log # 10]

<The Smog it speaks. It’s Everywhere. My Lungs. My skin. The Walls, they BREATHE out the Miasma~ She tells me it is good~ yess. Yes. She finally reached out, and I accepted her. I'm breaking out today. To revel in the gift of the filth. *Heavy huffing can be heard. Long strands of drool dripped from her droopy lip, her hair long and nappy. She gets up, and with a loud guttural shlop of the gunk outside the door falls from its hinges. Maniacal laughing can be heard as she disappears into the dimly noxious hall… End of Log*

[Drew refugee aboard the Azza]

[Now volunteered member to analyze for potential scrap and recovery of information from Azazel]

[Extraction Log: Drew]

<Coming in for spacewalk entry of Azazel. Hooking extraction guideline to hatch now. Have entered Air lock, do you read me Azza? Azza? *Static* Shit…. Must be worse in here than I thought. God fucking damn it… well, gotta get this over with. *Deep sigh*

Oxygen levels 95%, Airlock is pressurized accordingly, Beginning entry… *The ding of an airlock decompression. And suddenly a WHOOSH of green and brown miasmic smog filled the airlock from within Azazel. Luckily Drew still had his space suit on, He braced bringing his hand in front of his face as the airlock filled*

The Azazel oxygen and atmosphere have been compromised. Readings from within show oxygen levels are 0%, now compromised of Sulfur, methane, and a slew of other chemicals. Stepping through the main corridor now. *Squelch squelch squelch*

The entire station has been enveloped in mucus of some kind… it's very warm to the touch I can feel it through the suit. There are mounds of rot and debris everywhere blocking entire paths within the station *Retch, Just the sight was enough to activate his gag reflex* I will radio in when I get deeper and see something interesting>

<Moving is getting difficult, the floor is thick with the shit. I can feel the warmth through my suit. So far nothing has been found for reclamation. About to approach the source.... the pod.

*Drew's visor starts to light up with warnings as he beeps into the keypad to enter. Suddenly you hear Drew yell as his entire camera feed gets enveloped in a rancid haze. Chittering laughter and insane muttering can be heard echoing through the camera's built-in mic*

Yezzzzz, drag him, DRAG HIM. Embrace yuzzzz~ Let it soakkkk. Breathe it in. The rot claims All. Maggggiieeee~>

[Last known broadcast from Company scientist Drew stationed on Azazel]

*The screen cracked, and green sludge ran down the view. It appears to be upside down facing the pod from above. The visual is a lot like a boiling cauldron overflowing with a burning acrid smog dripping from the repulsive slime that crept out. A figure floated above the cauldron, she was floating cackling to herself balling up sniffing her own rancid perfume, and calling out to Sonya who was dragging an unconscious Drew into the frame. Sonya gestures to Drew bowing to the figure. Maggie grabs Sonya by the chin, kissing her. You watch Sonya Cough and retch, thick saliva dribbling out as she can't stop taking in deep inhales of the exhaust; Nearly crumbling in euphoria. A struggling Drew starts to shout as the alien-like creature buzzes over to him lying on the ground. Her fumes cascaded and enveloped him. The only thing he could see through the putrescence was her glowing red eyes and neon teeth. Kicking his legs and flailing as he gives into the kiss from her, her saliva burning through his protective helmet shielding… stops kicking and starts to giggle. Taking in deeper and deeper drags till he enters a deep sleep. *

[Closing Case: REDACTED Azazel]

[This footage never can make it to the surface or the public eye. This is a biohazard threat on a global scale. The science team aboard Uzza and Azza have a new directive… and that’s to contain Azazel and keep an eye on the growing issue there. There will be a special team coming up on the next resupply ship, Monarch.]

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myso-maggie · 10 months

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Maggie Originz (Story)

WARNING! This story contains body transformation, body horror themes, rot, and some shit.

It was a coastal small port town. Maggie was a local, she owned a small shop simply called “Maggies” She opened it when she finally left the children’s home and immediately started doing small favors and tasks about town. Building up money, she finally opened up her small wares shop where she mostly sold snacks and parts upfront and fixed small appliances in the back.

“Hey, Maggie how yeh doing?” It was the coffee shop owner next door Ryan. Ryan was a heavy-set man with a large beard. His shoulders held up large bags of coffee beans. You could feel the warm air… Summer was on its way.

“Hey Ryan, I'm alright. Just got this blender from Becky down by the bakery. Gonna try to get this fixed by the end of today”

Maggie wore jeans with a pair of worker boots, her blue button-up unbuttoned revealing her white tank top underneath, her hair still a mess from not brushing for a few days.

“Well hey, Maggie you heard about what’s going on in the big city? I've heard that the city is cutting the city budget, and I've heard some people are standing out from work. I don’t think its gonna impact us here, but if it does… were gonna stick together through it”

“Well, thank you, I really do appreciate it big guy, but really don’t stress out for me. I’m sure we're gonna be fine.” Maggie said playfully punching Ryan in the arm.

Maggie walked into her shop, it was dimly lit with shelves lined with little bunches of wires, parts to little knick-knacks, and fuses and such. But on the far left the shop had a snack area with chips, a small fridge with chocolate milk, yogurt, sodas, and water. At the far back sat a counter with a bell and a cash register. A small TV with an antenna pointed at the ceiling was playing the news.

News: “The mayor has received a lot of criticism for cutting funding to multiple public services including but not limited to Transportation, Library, food banks, and waste management. We are live at the steps of the courthouse where a riot has broken out! Where different employees and members of the public are demanding a revision of the act. Some exclaiming Strike!”

*Click*

*TV turns off*

Maggie didn’t have time to stress about the city life, she was more stressed about getting caught back up on the building tasks and chores she was behind on. She walked into the back room where there was a worktable with plenty of parts and broken appliances. Maggie sat down throwing on a large workplace lamp and begins work on her growing pile of vacuums and toasters.

*Days of working, passing out at the workstation, waking up, running out late for dropping off fixed appliances, and restocking the store. Rinse and repeat*

*The sounds of an alarm is heard grinding a peaceful sleep to a halt*

“Ughh… Might take this day off.”

She groggily rubbed the sleep off her eyes, She grabbed a work shirt off the ground; gave it a sniff check. The scent of sweat and laundry filled her… but it was her favorite shirt so she didn’t care. She had the day off.

The morning sun shined through her windows, the dust danced through the air through the rays of light. Walking up to the front door a sour smell filled her nose… she pushed open her door to a sight she hadn’t even noticed. The sidewalks were littered with large bags of garbage, plastic bags blowing through the wind, piles were as high as the cars parked along the sidewalk. The air was sour with the smells of bad veggies and rot of juice. Ryan was walking out to the sidewalk with an arm of garbage, Dropping it off into the pile.

“Oh hey, Mags. Sorry about this but I’ve already filled the alley, so it's now spilling out in front of our places.”

“What's happening??” Maggie held her face with her hand to prevent the burn of the fumes.

“Oh, have you not heard? The dump has closed its gates, and the city isn’t sending any more trucks to pick up the garbage. The town is trying to figure out what we're gonna do. Till then we have to deal with this.”

She walked back into her shop to get away from the smell outside. She stood there looking out the window at the streets watching people dump more and more refuse out on the curb. It was horrible and disgusting!.... but for some reason, there was this feeling inside her chest. It was warm and soft, she had goosebumps and the hairs on her arm stood up. She clenched her fist and closed the window blinds, Better to ignore this feeling and just get back to work.

Days passed working on all the appliances, with each appliance fixed her shop entered more disarray. Piles of appliances covered the ground around the workspace.

She refused to go outside… the last time she went out her heart sped up, sweating, and could barely contain herself. Something was wrong with her, so till this whole garbage thing was solved, she became a hermit inside the shop. She had taken work rags and placed them all over the door and windows and vents, Trying to keep the trashy smells outside. With every whiff of it, she could feel herself lose control. She was asleep on the ground, still wearing her same shirt now covered in oil and grease and sweat stains. Her hair was greasy to touch and teeth yellowed from over a week of hermithood. The lack of air circulation, the air grew stagnant and her own bags of garbage piled up in the corners of the shop. She couldn’t take out her own trash, so instead, she piled it up in the front of the store near the door. The lights dim and almost no light comes through the windows.

*Another week passes*

Many had left town now. Water was cut-off, power outages were common, and garbage was reached a fetid state. Her town was abandoned and Maggie had no idea. She woke up one again coughing up a lung. In her stress, she had picked up smoking the cigarettes she sold. She had also eaten most of the canned goods. Her fridge upfront long expired due to the power being cut off. She went into her bathroom, She had plastic-wrapped her toilet in an attempt to keep smells contained. She wiped off the mirror and looked at herself.

"Smells.. smells... don't breathe..." she muttered staring with a dead stare at her reflection.

Her skin was oily and pale… almost greenish. Her hair was now a rat nest and also seemed to take a greenish hue. Her eyes are bloodshot and her pupils are almost lost in the redness. Her teeth hurt, but not due to cavities… they seemed to be changing and shifting in her sleep. Her canines seemed to be taking over the rest of her mouth. She was out of food now and she could feel her body weak and needing to leave this place. She opened her door to the store floor, Flies buzzed around the floor the air thick with the smell of rotten garbage from the two weeks of eating canned veggies and beans, plus the now disgusting fridge. Mold growing over most of the goods and spreading over the glass.

She didn’t even cover her face, almost use to the stench, breathing it all in and feeling it weigh down on her lungs. As she reached the front door her hands shook and goosebumps started to chill and spread. Her legs were weak… for some reason, she was drooling. She tugged on the door, it didn’t budge. She yanked on it with a grunt!

“Open! Damn you… Let Me OUT!” She started to yell and bang on the door, trying to break the built grime and tape she had sealed it with.

*CRASH*

She had pulled the door off the hinges, unclear if something came through her, or the door was so corroded from the toxic fumes.

Speaking of fumes tho….

The entire town was unrecognizable. The sidewalk was hidden under feet of waste, the air thick with fumes and insects buzzing. Cars rusted and paint chipped off of it. The streets lights are all that shined through the haze, always being on due to the low-hanging atmosphere that cast a green shadow across the town. The heat hot and humid trapped under the thick layer of miasma, keeping everything nice and fetid. Most plastic that contained the garbage had been rotted away leaving mushy grime and rot piled. The smell… the toxic rancid smell… didn’t just hit you like a brick wall. It seared into your soul. Making you blind and burning your insides. Your body convulsing and gasping from any ounce of oxygen. But not Maggie… Her eyes not blinking, red and growing in size. Her mouth hanging open and drooling dripping out of her maw. She didn’t even take one step… She fell forward arms out and fell face-first into a congealed pile. The disgusting putrid slime washed over her skin and soiled her clothes more. She grabbed fist fulls of it smearing it over her skin and eating it by the mouthful. Feeling with each chew the muck seeps with grease and rotten juices. Her tongue seemed to change in size becoming almost long and proboscis-like.

She couldn’t help it …

“Its…its…~ Its vile~ Disgusting rotten~”

She couldn’t contain it, her legs felt orgasmic crossed, and rubbing together as the garbage sludge spread and smeared as she touched herself.

Her mouth grew a smile sharp and rancid, as a new… but familiar laugh escaped

“tihihi….Tihihihihiih.. TIHIIHIIHI!!”

She got up suddenly full of disgusting depraved cravings. She ran around the town, Grabbing moldy greasy slices of pizza running them in her armpits. Grabbing moldy sour cream and rubbing them into her hair, Taking moldy hamburger meat and squeezing it and slurping the congealed grease that oozes out.

After a very satisfying running around town~ Jumping into dumpsters and knocking over bins. She walked into her store a drooling giggling mess. Flies followed where she went~ with each buzz she could feel her depravity wash and buzz through her.

She went to the backroom going to the bathroom again, wiping the layer of grime off the mirror again. She didn’t recognize what she saw…..

Her skin was now green and her nose almost receding into her face… her eyes seemed large and her pupils now segmenting and a dark red. She opened her mouth, her serrated teeth sharp and had a rancid hue. Her drool dripping down… her drool corroding and discoloring the ceramic sink. Her hair is now a matted dark green color.

“AH..!”

She hunched over the sink… pain shot through her back… but something in her told her this was good. Don’t panic… through the pain she smiled…

“Tihiiihihiihhiihiiiihhiih”

She giggled maniacally as her skin tore open on her back… Wings came sprouting out, tearing through her blue shirt. Relief then fills her as she falls onto the ground when the pain subsided.

She woke up after sleeping on the bathroom floor …. Her… transformation was complete.

She stood up… supporting herself on the toilet still dizzy. Thoughts… hard to compose and keep… it kept jumping in thoughts and needs and cravings.

The smell wafting from the toilet was abhorrent… she didn’t want to…. But she needed to. Her brain seemed to Buzz with this need and craving. She ripped off the plastic wrap and slammed the lid open. The sight of rotten shit and slurry was gag-inducing, Maggie retched, but then immediately started to ravage the toilet grabbing handfuls and dipping her entire face into the putrid rot. She couldn’t believe she was reveling in sewage…. And she needed more. Her face came out of the toilet grinning with shit dripping from her hair. She ran out of the bathroom running out of the backroom. She grabbed the fridge in the corner and started to peel the layer of mold off, just cracking open the fridge let loose a stink bomb of summer hams left to rot and congealed milk. Her eyes water and her lungs burned… but once again she couldn’t help but huff it. Loving every rancid huff and burn from the toxic fumez.

She went outside loving the not fresh air, Satisfied with the disarray. All feeling of loss and mourning what was there was gone… she couldn’t remember it….

“What was this town? And ahhh~ This filth and rot Bzzzzzzz! ~ Tihihiihihi Wouldn’t it be better if it was worse~ Could really use some toxicity plus more smogz”

Her speech was changing… not that she could tell cause this is how she alwayz talked right?

She knew she wanted to see it all… so she focused on her new appendages…. She got them to buzz some and started to float in the air. She giggled maniacally as she flew into the air!

Her arms out and legs dangling as she flew through the air, buzzing through the clouds of smog…. She kept rising and rising. Finally breaking through the layer of her own atmosphere. The bright light burning for her eyes, and the blue sky frightened her. The white clouds made her uncomfortable. She could see the rolling hills and a city on the horizon, cars whizzed around on the highway. But then… this air… was so pure and sanitized. Oxygen cleansed her lungs and the cool air brushed through her hair. Nausea took over her… growing more difficult to stay up this high. Her buzzing stalled and finally, she entered freefall!

*SQUELCH!*

She crashed into an old fish market dumpster, She lay there coughing and trying to catch her breath again.

“Cough cough! Eugh…. Clean air?.... it'll take some time to get used to thatz. soon… ill explore and spread my touch tiihihiihiihi! But first… its time to indulge~”

She then kicked the lid and let it crash down on her as she got to work reveling and buzzing around in the rotten fish pile.

#filth #flysona #mysophilia #literotica #rot #decay #stench #stink #smelly #corruption #pollution #smog #Magz writing

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