A bluish gelatinous mass

At first you might say the pipe was leaking, except that Fuel goes from blood-pink to white over the course of the refining process. This thing has more of a bluish tinge to it, and unlike Fuel it's also pulsing. Fuel is not biologically active, at least not like this. And it is most definitely not blue.

"Chief, it's Rishaad; I got a visual."

"Why the hell should I care? Clean it up."

"It's an unknown, Chief. I'm sending a sample up in the pneum."

You pull out a sampling kit and stretch the latex-9 gloves onto your arm-hands. You use the plastic scoop to dig out a core of the junk and then drop it, scoop and all, into the sample container. The sample then goes into its neobrass sleeve along with the gloves and you head for the nearest pneum-tube. You write an address on the package and send it up on the pneumatic breeze. from there it's Dispatch's problem. You pick up a bucket on the way back to the leak.

The crap has oozed itself back together by the time you get back but that's no surprise. Scraping it off isn't really a big issue and the stuff squelches into the bucket. Underneath it there's a small hole leaking half-refined Fuel drop by drop. You use your power to hold it back and apply sealant paste, then use your pen-flamer to solder it closed. A quick feel-sense with your power confirms the Fuel is flowing normally again. Finally you quick-buff the surface to an even shine and congratulate yourself on a job well done. The only sign of your work is a small spot of silver where the hole was. After a minute the seal is holding, at least until the next spot leak.

Now you have about two liters of goop to get rid of. You climb the two meters down to the walkway, put sandals on your leg-hands, and walk toward Disposal.

As you walk the stuff in the bucket is sloshing back and forth like water. You drop in a couple of gelling tabs; the last thing you need is for this crap to spill over onto the grate. After all, you know exactly who would get tasked with climbing down into the drain works and cleaning it up.

It reacts badly to the gelling tabs; instead of developing a semi-solid layer on the surface it starts to foam. Before you can even get your hand clear it's foamed up into a column of something like blue aerated cheese about a meter and a half tall. But the worst of it is the thing is moving, thrashing about wildly. You try to back away but it hits you, and when it does the whole bucket topples onto you.

You reach for your talkie but don't make it; the stuff has oozed through the openings in your coverall and where it touches it grabs. You can almost move your arms if you try really hard, but its strength is greater than yours. You end up with all of the goo inside your coveralls and pushing your underwear aside so as much as possible is touching your skin. It flows up over your face and you hold your mouth shut but the damned stuff simply crawls in through your nose.

After a moment of panicked suffocation you realize it isn't interfering with your breathing. It pushes you around a bit so that it can coat the pressure points you're lying on, but otherwise isn't really doing anything but preventing you from moving. Your mouth opens when it backfills from your pharynx and pushes your jaws apart. You try to gargle for help but it seems to have already coated your vocal cords.

You lie there helpless for several minutes. You talkie squawks.

"Rishaad, are you done yet? ... Rishaad? ... Rishaad, if you're down there jerking off stop it right now and answer me. ... Rishaad!"

You'd love to answer but your muscles aren't exactly being obedient. And the thing has started oozing again; now it's flowing over your skin, activating your sensory nerves with its gentle sussuration over your skin. Against your will your nerves are reacting; your ovipositor is rocking gently in and out, your clitoris is tingling, and the inside of your vagina, ass, mouth and nose feel like they're getting caressed by soft hands. Your only available response is to gargle a moan.

The feeling intensifies and concentrates itself around your most sensitive parts. Your clitoris is feeling every one of its 8000 or so nerve endings and your ovipositor is sticking out its entire seven-centimeter length. Your ass-muscles are puckering and releasing under the stimulation. Your vagina is lubricating like a waterfall and your nipples feel like they're being stimulated by a dry tongue that pulls at them and sucks them. You would swear there's a penis in your mouth tickling the nerves inside. Even through your fear and horror you can feel your passion building under the firm manipulation until finally you pop.

While you're half-delirious, the liquid is oozing into your skin, leaving you with a fresh dry feeling. All you can do is lie there in limp spent passion.