Meatpile of Mystery! (Open Crack Threading!)

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

(Inspired by silliness in chat and the not!kink meme)

Your character(s) went to sleep in their usual cubby hole in the sleeping halls.

All seemed well and normal.

But this? This is weird. They wake up to find themselves in a pile on something soft, entangled with various other crew members.

The natural response, I believe, is "What the HECK did I do yesterday?!"

At least most of you are fully clothed...

(Yes, there is a perfectly innocent explanation for this. But your characters don't know that.)

Comments

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"And I think I'm very grateful for that at the moment." Don't mind Samus, she's mumbling.

[ihatefleshyones.livejournal.com]

A head on a telescopic neck extended until it was between the two of them.

"So, tell me, which one of you miserable fleshbags was the one who received the pleasure of my sexy robot body? You left a rather sticky and disgusting mess all over it. Be a good pet and lick it clean."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"What?!" Samus steps backwards from the robotic head. And she gets an idea that doesn't involve punishing Grif with bodily harm.

"It was Grif."

[ihatefleshyones.livejournal.com]

"Very well. Bring your slimey tongue this way, meatsack."

A hand also extended to grab Grif by the shoulder and pull him towards a really disgusting fate.

[whyarewehere]

"What? No!"

Grif breaks away and backs off.

"*&%# you, Samus," he snaps.

"I'm looking for a way out, but you creeps can stay here." Grif stalks off.