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Lily strapped herself into the control seat, stabilizing her approach on the system as she prepared her vessel to come out from hyperspace. The alarms suddenly went off, her heart dropping down to her stomach as the ship shook violently around her. The hull plating could be heard groaning like a wounded animal, the engines sounded like they were about to combust, one little thing could bring the ship apart and it would all be over in an instant. Though Lily knew the risk of attempting hyperspace through an uncharted System was dangerous, she didn’t know it would be so frightening, with the threat of imminent death looming above her with every passing moment.

But then, with a loud thundering roar, the ship slipped out of hyperspace, the alarms finally shutting off as a ship went quiet around her. Lily‘s eyes were closed shut, breathing heavily and she took a few moments to gather herself. The young woman felt as if she was about to cry, as she hadn’t experienced anything so terrifying in her life, even the quakes she had experienced while stationed on mercury were nothing in comparison. While she had trained for some of the most dangerous experiences space had to offer, she could never be prepared for something as existential as dying in hyperspace, where she and her ship would’ve been reduced to atoms without a trace. Pulling herself together, Lily opened her eyes to see I gargantuan gas giant only a few light years away. It’s atmosphere was a mess of red and pink clouds, breathtaking but chaotic at the same time, yet another wonder of the galaxy that she had had the pleasure to see.

The sight of the strange planet calmed her, taking in a deep breath as she punched in the coordinates she had received from her source. The ship was set to sublight speed and began its approach towards a small speck on her radar. Getting up from her seat, she got undressed from her pilot’s uniform and slipped into her space ops jumpsuit. Pretty much skintight, her suit sported a black and blue color scheme, The blue fabric printed over the top of her sleeves as well as a triangle pattern over her chest. The jumpsuit was made of a stretchy kinetic absorbent jelly polymer, but it felt almost like neoprene against her skin, offering her protection while allowing unhindered movement. After securing the suit’s collar around her neck, she armed herself with a stun sidearm. Returning back to the bridge, she went back into her seat and turned her attention back to the monitors, where her destination finally came into view.

A small but fancy-looking space station was in far orbit of the planet in question, a safe distance from its gravity but with engines and afterburners built into the structure to keep it from decaying orbit. Though the space station was detectable, she could barely get a reading on it, as her scanners couldn’t seem to penetrate its outer hull. It was clearly utilizing some advanced tech, cloaking its contents from her scanners, she couldn’t even tell if there were any life forms aboard. While her ship continued to approach, she took out the file on her target, Dr. Mailane Mou. Wanted for espionage, theft of nanotech and memory polymer, kidnapping, and a laundry list of kinky crimes involving her strange but effective traps and weaponry. Lily had never met the woman face-to-face, nor has she ever seen any of her work firsthand, but after weeks on the case, she knew what she was getting into.

Taking a deep breath, she looked over at the space station as her ship slowed its approach, closing the file with a determined look on her face. “All right, here goes nothing.” she said with a bit of nervousness in her voice. Setting her ship on autopilot, she made her way to the airlock as her vessel slowly re-orientated itself to dock with the space station. Entering the airlock, the young woman tapped a button on her collar, and a transparent shiny film began to encapsulate her head. It looked like some kind of gelatinous membrane, forming into a bubble-like helmet as it jiggled around her head like jelly. Making sure it was secure, she pinched the membrane between her fingers, only to slip off of her gloves. Lily then tried bobbing her fist against it, only bouncing her blows back like inflated rubber, her suit was fully functional and ready.

The airlock then let out a low beep like a subway train arriving at its destination, closing the door behind her as a green LED lit up under the door in front of her. “DOCKING COMPLETE, READY FOR ENTRY.” A robotic voice said. Taking out her sidearm, the young woman grabbed a lever on the door and pulled it, allowing her to enter the space station as the door retracted into the ceiling. Lily was first greeted with a long hallway, with the red plating on the floor painted red as a row of lights lit up from the ceiling. The corridor was narrow, pretty claustrophobic even compared to earlier space stations. It obviously wasn’t made for more than one person to enter at a time, but it also seemed pretty ominous. As she began making her way through the hall, she heard a loud metallic clank from both ahead and behind her making, her jumping in her chest as she quickly held up her gun. Lily quickly looked behind her but so nothing, but when she turned her head back forward, she saw six pink bubbles floating from tiny slots in the walls.

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They all appeared to be semi-transparent, with soft reflective rainbow-tinted surfaces. They looked like pink soap bubbles, jiggling about as they floated in the air. At first sight, she found herself a bit mesmerized, their color scheme similar to that of the planet the station was orbiting. But then she quickly snapped out of it once she realized that they were floating directly towards her, and closing in fast. Lily opened fire with a stun gun, shooting in short bursts to keep her aim steady from the recoil. She managed to take out three, missing a couple of her shots with half of them still making their way towards her. Splitting up, one seemed to be floating towards her face, with the other two aiming towards the lower parts of her body. The young woman started to panic, even though Dr. Mailanes traps were known to be non-lethal, she wasn’t eager to find out what they had in store for her.

Firing another burst of rounds, she managed to hit the two aiming for her body, but targets were so far apart she missed the one gunning for her head. Correct in her name,, she pointed a gun directly at the last bubble preparing to take it out in one shot but then… SPLAT! Lilly felt something slap against both of her legs, followed by a quick surge of pressure traveling up her calves that she suddenly dropped her stun gun. Looking down, she was horrified to see a slimy pink substance coating her legs up to her ankles. The same color as the bubbles, but much more shiny and reflective like rubber. Confused, she looked behind her to see another cluster of bubbles approaching from behind. Horrified, her immediate reflex was to turn her gun on them, but Upon dropping it, he was now out of reach unable to move her legs with her now glued to the floor.

Less than moments away from being pelted, a flurry of thoughts went through her mind, as of time had slow down around her. Lilly cursed herself and her carelessness, all of her training in the shooting gallery had gotten the best of her, as she was only focused on what was in front of her, instead of checking her rear for targets. It was too late to move, too late to react, with only enough time to regret her mistake before the inevitable. With a cluster of slimy SPLATS, the bubbles popped against her body, first coating over her helmet by the bubble that she had failed to shoot earlier. Next, one popped over her chest, instantly wrapping her entire upper body in the tight rubbery substance, even wrapping over her upper arms and shoulders.

The strange gooey material tightened around her chest, squeezing a tiny moan out of the young woman as the other bubbles continued pelting her. Another other bubble managed to hit her legs again, encasing them in an extra layer of pink slime, ensuring that she wouldn’t even be able to lift her feet. The other two bubbles went for her upper legs, giving her thighs a tender squeeze as she gasped under her breath, and merging with the slime on her ankles and feet. Less than a moment later the two other bubbles made contact with both her pelvis and belly, simultaneously wrapping up what remained of her slender figure in the tight goo, and binding her hands against her hips. It felt like she had just been fitted into a rubber bodysuit, even tighter than the outfit she was already wearing, squeezing against her underparts as she closed her eyes with a helpless moan. Finally, the last bubble made contact with the uncovered side of her jiggly helmet, leaving her in complete darkness as the pink slime blanketed her entire body, all in the span of just a couple of seconds.

The young woman now appeared as just a smooth rubbery silhouette, the pink substance forming and smoothing itself to every inch of her body, including her rounded helmet, which now resembled a ball hood. What remained of the pink bubbles now appeared like shiny latex, completely opaque and reflecting in the light of the hallway like a stainless floral mirror. The young woman couldn’t see a thing, panting heavily as she tried to move her body. She couldn’t lift her feet, or pull her arms from her sides, only able to stretch them out slightly before snapping back against her body. Lilly could still bend her body forward, and even her legs to an extent, but with the latex gluing her to the floor, all she could do was squirm as the pink cocoon squeaked with every movement she made. It was like the bubble slime had solidified into rubber, as if she had been vacuum-packed into a balloon.

The more she squirmed, the tighter the cocoon clung to her, even wedging into all the nooks and crannies of her spacesuit. Poor Lily let out a gasp as she could feel the strange substance squeezing her body, her cheeks flushed as if she was receiving a full-body hug. Finally, realizing her struggles were doing no good, she ceased resisting, but the squeezing didn’t stop. The cocoon continued tightening around her form as she let out another moaning gasp. The hallway echoed with the sound of creaking rubber, material shrinking around her like plastic wrap, as if she was being vacuum-packed for storage. The rubber cocoon quickly squeezed the air out of her lungs, leaving her breathless in seconds. Only her head was free of the constricting latex, protected by her bubble helmet which barely seemed to be holding back against the shrinking cocoon.