“This sucks,” Kaitty sighed, spacing out to some briefing document on the console. As far as menial jobs went, the interplanetary exterminator gig was pretty laid-back; you weren't expected to deal with people much and the power suit’s auto mode cleaned up most of the messy situations.  The main challenge most of the time was the sheer tedium of navigating from one site to the next.
	Stuck on the intergalactic equivalent of an overheated dial-up modem, Kaitty was at wits-end in thirst for a distraction.  The briefing documents offered no reprieve; always the same absurd technical babble, as if they had been machine-translated from five different languages and spliced through a markov chain.
	Ennui acted on Kaitty with all the g-force of a collapsing sun, head dragging down into a packaged freeze-dried ice cream sandwich.  The dead of space rushed around the vessel as its autopilot blazed a trail silently through the void.  A sharp buzzing crackled through the intercom a while later, jolting the would-be intrepid exterminator up from a puddle of drool and synthetic dairy.  “Yeah, this is exactly how I wanted to start this mission,” Kaitty’s paw slammed down on the blaring console, disarming it.
	After a short stop to the little kitty’s room to regain some sense of poise and dignity, Kaitty donned the standard issue power suit and departed for the target.  Walls of text scrolled through the helmet’s visor, most of which Kaitty’s eyes were too glazed over to pay any mind to.  The autopilot was fully engaged at this point, and, barring extreme circumstances, would remain so for the duration of the sortie.
	Kaitty had heard tales of some exterminators who could sleep while in autopilot mode; a life skill that would have been greatly appreciated; this far out in the galaxy… it didn’t even make sense that the company serviced this area, let alone why anyone would habitate somewhere so far off the grid.  No data or space-cell service was par for the course at this point.
	The infestation in question was fairly standard; just your basic run of the mill m*troids.  The power suit had been upgraded so that they wouldn’t even be able to latch onto the helmet and try to drain its inhabitant’s energy.  “Radar’s detecting about a dozen of these buggers.  Go figure, you’ve got the money to build a compound like this, but decide to skimp on the ‘troid bait.”  The compound was rather sizeable, though after being cramped up in the company vessel for so long, Kaitty welcomed the chance to stretch out a bit and wander, even if the autonomy of doing so wasn’t entirely there.
	The residents were off somewhere a safe distance from their infested abode; it was just kaitty and some space bugs.  And for all the inconveniences, at least the power suit had some good onboard speakers, Kaitty thought, skipping, jaunting, and sashaying through the deserted halls.  The auto-targeting system would do its thing once something was in range, so until then, Kaitty had free reign to jam out.  The only things missing from the dimly-lit halls were some strobe lights and fog machines, they thought.
	Minutes turned to hours, as one by one the carefree exterminator pirouetted their way through the wholesale slaughter of the compound’s pesky squatters.  “Alright, just one left… according to the radar, it should be in this room somewhere.  I don’t see any sign of the thing though…”  Kaitty puzzled, gazing absent-mindedly around what appeared to be some manner of research facility.  
	“Wonder what they were working on in here anyway?”  An armored paw tapped on the tracking device, zooming in three times.  Kaitty’s blank expression crumpled into a frown, brow arching.  According to the radar, the last remaining m*troid was directly on top of their position.  Apprehension gripped as Kaitty slowly turned, arm clinging against their weapon.  Tensed and ready to unload, the slow movement snapped into a 180 flash.  Kaitty’s heart pounded at the sight of nothing more than the same old dusty test tubes.
	A hot flush came over their face; was the radar malfunctioning?  Not only did Kaitty feel ridiculous for trying to have a quickdraw contest with something that may as well be unarmed they’re so ridiculously out-gunned, but faced with the looming possibility of having to hunt down the last m*troid without radar left a knot forming in their gut.  It could take days to find the damn thing.
	Overcome with desperation, Kaitty initiated a manual reboot of the power suit.  Once everything was back online though, their dread only doubled.  “Low energy??  How can that even be possible?  This thing is supposed to have enough power to last three weeks straight between recharges!”  Outrage barely edged out panic as the charge meter on the dash dipped from five, to four, down to three percent.
	“This can’t be happening…!”  Panic took the lead, leaving outrage in the dust spinning out.  The suit began making a series of mechanical churnings, preparing to disengage from its user.
	“Auxiliary systems failing; switching to Zero Suit mode, please stand by.”  The console spoke in synthetic monotone, breaking away and jettisoning off of its inhabitant to prevent entrapment due to power failure.  Kaitty spun around, the form-fitting blue suit leaving them feeling far too exposed, paw shakily gripping their blaster.
	From the rubble of the power suit rose a single m*troid, pulsing an abnormal hue; arcs of electricity sparked across its surface.  “It… latched onto my power suit from behind, undetected…”  A charged blast lanced through the stale air of the facility as the parasitic creature strafed towards Kaitty.  Two more shots produced similar results, charring the distant wall.  Kaitty stumbled backwards in a failed bid to keep distance between the creature and themselves, trembling.
	The m*troid lunged as they somehow managed to scramble upward, narrowly avoiding its eager mandibles.  Gracelessly charging through the facility now, Kaitty felt a dull sting in their hip, and was suddenly on the ground once more.  “W-what…?” The parasite hovered close, as if observing; a detachable proboscis, syringe-like in its nature, had lodged itself into Kaitty’s skin-tight suit, which rippled as if it were somehow liquid.
	Before there was any chance to assess the situation, the suit began to pulsate violently, its texture altering altogether from the injection point.  The previously smooth, form-fitting feeling was rapidly replaced with a warming, massaging sensation, which began contracting in tandem to Kaitty’s slowing pulse.
	Odd, Kaitty thought, wasn’t I feeling panicked just a second ago?  “Why do I feel so… calm…?”  The same substance that caused Kaitty’s suit to warp appeared to double as a sedative.  The multitude of tactile sensations spread across the suit, now reaching more… sensitive areas.  A soft moan breached lips unimpeded as the suit began massaging and vibrating against Kaitty’s chest.  The moan became a gasp as the suit gently but suddenly squeezed their balls.  The m*troid was still as a floating statue, observing what it had wrought.  Kaitty’s entire body heated up, as legs stood shakily independent of their volition.
	Far from the only thing to stand and tremble all on its own, Kaitty could feel their cock throbbing, pre already dribbling against the suit, leaving a modest damp spot.  “What did you do to me…??”  Eyes fought not to glaze over; it felt as though the entire suit was suckling, slurping on the poor pleasure-addled cat.
	Acting on its own will once more, the suit forced Kaitty’s paw against their stiff member and began gently stroking it.  Trapped within the constraints of the living zero suit, the sensation was unlike anything Kaitty had experienced before; its flesh wrapping around their own, forcing them to masturbate in front of the creature that had caused this fate.
	“I… stop, you’re gonna make me…”  Kaitty panted helplessly as the damp spot spread across their crotch, pre seeping through and dripping to the floor as their paw was forced to rapidly increase its tempo.  The suit tightened and loosened around their neck as Kaitty’s pelvic diaphragm began to pulse and spasm, knees shaking as they were held forcibly in place.
	Just as they reached a peak, balls trembling uncontrollably, the suit forced kaitty to stop their fevered stroking abruptly.  The unexpected reprieve left  them panting and mewling in frustration, eyes locking on the m*troid that had been intently observing the entire time.  “Why… what do you want from me?”  Distraught, shaking, and completely over-stimulated, Kaitty pleaded with the creature, its injection helping to cast reason to the wind.
	The suit forced Kaitty’s body to advance towards it, the m*troid angling upward so that they had a view of its underside; prehensile appendages writhed and squirmed, almost as if in anticipation for what was to come.  Kaitty was slack-jawed and panting as a pair of claws outstretched from the creature, clamping down on their tongue and gently pulling it taut.  A proboscis identical to the one from earlier steadied itself flush with the prone cat’s restrained tongue.
	The fog cast over Kaitty’s mind was thick, but not so much as to obscure the dread lurching to its forefront at the realization of what was to come.  There was hardly any time for apprehension though, as the living suit went back to tormenting Kaitty’s nipples and pressing sluggishly against their tailhole. The moment their eyes darted toward the source of the unexpected sensations, the needle pushed into Kaitty’s tongue, sending more of the foreign substance flowing into their body.
	Eyes rolled back, spine curving inward, butt jutting out against the suit, grinding desperately.  Pre spouted from Kaitty’s helpless dick, splattering against the tile floor. “Cum, I need to cum, I have to cum!!”  Kaitty begged and pleaded with the m*troid as soon as their tongue was released.  Liquid threading from the suit wrapped and squeezed firmly against Kaitty’s balls, coiling up their shaft and spinning in slow concentric circles against the underside of the glans.
	Knees buckled, arms giving out as they collapsed, butt still grinding against the suit, the m*troid crept ever closer.  The suit continued to work its way into Kaitty’s backside, liquid latex pouring, probing, spasming in search of a reaction.  Glazed eyes craned upward as the creature descended.  “Hafta… cum… can’t think about… anything…”  Kaitty’s butt twitched as the suit filling their insides honed in on their prostate, giving it a gentle test-push.  A small spurt of pre dribbled, dripping to the floor in a long strand.
	Just as the suit began its full assault, stroking, pounding, and pinching, the m*troid descended, perching on Kaitty’s head.  Its exterior opened, robbing them of sight as tendrils rapidly invaded their ears, making haste towards its victim’s brain.  Another foreign substance began spurting, this time directly into Kaitty’s head.
	Kaitty shot up, back arching, chest jutting toward the ceiling as thick globs of cloudy semen lanced upward and outward, a half moan, half scream billowing up from their gaping mouth.  The suit continued to thrust into them and squeeze their balls, milking more shots out of Kaitty than they knew they could.
	The intense orgasm continued up from their crotch, the sensation resonating in their mind as more and more tendrils invaded, transparent ovum funnelling into Kaitty’s head.  Pleasure quaked through their entire body as their cock trembled, caught in an unending loop of dry orgasm, balls having long-since completely emptied out.
	Collapsing into an exhausted pile of juices, a heady sigh parted the addled cat’s lips as the parasite released Kaitty from its grip.  As Kaitty’s vision faded, the last thing they saw was the m*troid unveiling another several proboscises.