STORY - The Starship Amagato

Welcome to another Story Sunday! In this tale by Sandcastles, we follow the SS Luxuria, as they face a curious foe in the outer reaches of space...

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The SS Luxuria was a Mark-4 Penetrator Cruiser starship, which was the fancy way of saying it was a large, expensive, and fairly new vacation ship. On top of its sizable population of crew, a large portion of the vessel was reserved for passengers aboard for either travel or a restful getaway. Entertainment, fine dining and sweet drinks served at their multiple bars made it a trip that promised a relaxing and romantic atmosphere.

For the crew, it was just part of the job. Captain Kapp’n had been around the universe enough times to know that there was always a chance for hiccups in a massive, frigid void full of exploding balls of light and random gravity wells. And that was all before you factored in the humanoid element of space pirates, space traffic, and space sharks being let loose without their space leashes. The reward of top-quality income, bringing happiness to guests, and taking one of the safer options of venturing through space kept the crew content with their jobs.

Around the lower decks, the crew was primarily LGMs and greys. The shortstack races were small in stature, making them ideal for doing delicate work and fitting in smaller living quarters for the same wage as anyone else. The thin, hairless and curvaceous greys worked alongside the LGMs, a similarly petite but bottom-heavy species with large, blank-looking eyes and either antennae or short spikes growing from their heads to signify their gender.

It was during the ship’s simulated night phase that the incident occurred. The Luxuria was a day out from a stop at the tropical planet of Heden and satisfied passengers had no trouble resting after that. The night crew went about shuffling some cargo around on grav-lifts, resupplying fuel and food on the upper decks for the passengers and officers.

One of the LGMs reached into a crate and took out a pink and green fruit. He was squat with pitch-dark skin and glowing white eyes, wearing a form-fitting space suit for all manner of emergencies. He slid back his helmet with the push of a button, munching on one of the snacks meant for the kitchen. Yig itched one of the spikes on his head with his clipboard.

“This one’s got to head to Chute 4,” he confirmed with a pair of grays in his soft and slightly nasally voice.

“On it!” one of the shortstack aliens replied, pulling the crate along. A small device projected a purple beam that levitated the crates along behind them. Yig watched their big gray booties bounce ahead of him covetously before something stroked around his hips, groping at his tiny bulge.

“Ooh! Kizz, not on the job,” he warned before looking down at the source.

A long, chitinous-looking appendage wrapped around his waist with a soft protrusion surrounded by petal-like growths. His big eyes went even wider as it suddenly tightened around him and yanked him off his feet with a shrill squeal.

The greys turned back to look for the source of the noise. One of the ladies nudged the other and pointed to where Yig was missing. His clipboard and half-eaten mug fruit were abandoned on the floor.

“Keep an eye out,” one warned warily.

She approached the spot while the other took out her sidearm and warmed up her stunner. You had the occasional stowaway or critter that got on with some of the cargo, but they rarely needed anything seriously dangerous down in the cargo bay.

“Helloooo? Boss?” Piksa called as she trotted towards the discarded paperwork.

She didn’t see him, but she also didn’t see where he could be hiding or dragged off to. Finally, there was a rustling from the crate he’d been picking food from that got Piksa to jump.

“Mol skipfa!” she cursed under her breath.

The crew’s translator devices were a futuristic marvel, but they weren’t perfect. They covered the basics of communication, but some particularly cultural or complex phrases fell short. Profanity, for example, could get complicated. Considering the grays had over 50 words for types of genitalia, their tongue was among the trickier ones.

Piksa gestured to her comrade, who leveled her weapon at the crate. The more adventurous grey slid the lid further off, trying to peer inside. With a sudden burst of movement, a sleek black figure popped out of the container with Yig wrapped up in her tail.

While it lacked many detailed features, the strange new alien was distinctly female in build. The easily 7-foot-tall creature had jet black skin that reflected light off its shiny surface, but the jiggle of her chest showed it was much softer in parts. She appeared faceless, sporting a literal blank expression on the smooth surface as a pair of horns seemed to join over her head into a single handle. Patterns of white spotted her chest with heart and diamond shapes over two plump breasts. Her legs had some armored, insectoid-looking joins and her long, prehensile tail ended in the phallic shape and flowery folds.

Yig seemed fine if startled out of his mind. He had been stripped out of his space suit and had the tail wrapped around his waist, holding him in midair as the phallic tip of the tail pumped into his butt. His dark, round cheeks clapped noisily as the tail vigorously fucked him until his white eyes were fluttering and quivering with delight.

“Holy hyip!” the laser-toting grey shouted as she fired off a few shots.

The small purple stun-shots connected but bounced off the strange alien’s skin. One of the ricochets connected with Piksa’s chest, knocking her flat on her back.

“Oh, big help, Mizzy” the grey complained as she laid perfectly still on her back, the purple energy crackling over her body to keep her pinned and stiff.

“How was I supposed to know!? WHOA!”

The alien’s long limbs lashed out and grabbed the female aliens. While its tail busied itself with Yig, the intruder held the two greys close to her face. She emitted some heavy breathing noises despite lacking a nose or mouth, studying them closely before grabbing and tearing Mizzy’s uniform off.

“Ah! Why does it want us naked!?” she panicked as the black alien held her upside down.

“Be glad it doesn’t want us for lunch! It must have filled up on fruit!” Piksa shouted back.

The alien tore her space suit off as well before shoving both greys to bend them over the top of the cargo crate. With their thick grey butts and hairless slits exposed, it stuffed two long fingers into each of their pussies. The girls let out heated cries, surprised at first but starting to moan as they humped its fingers. For how shocking it was, the creature certainly knew its way around a clitoris and soon had them soaking wet.

“I know, right?” Yig moaned above them from his perch on the tail.

“It’s weird at first but you start… mmf… to… ah!”

The LGM’s squishy form jiggled as his chubby cock squirted out onto the cargo bay floor. He sighed and relaxed in the alien’s grip, but the intruder loosened up its tail to let him drop gently to the floor among the puddle of his slick blue jizz.

The intruder withdrew her hand from Mizzy to shove the phallic tip of her tail in her instead. The moaning, wailing greys moaned and cried out as she quickly got them to cum as well. Their thick grey booties shook like wild as they gushed over her penetrating tail and fingers. The alien just made some more heavy breathing noises before it suddenly darted off. Its claws latched onto the nearest wall and it scampered off into a dark corner before vanishing from sight.

“What the gorf was that?” Yig groaned as he started coming to his senses.

“Whatever it is, it fucks way better than you do, boss,” Piksa moaned, still perched and fucked silly on the edge of the crate.

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Many would say that the Luxuria would barely be able to start its engines without the inspiring Captain Kappin to rally everyone together. Some more skeptical voices would say he was a glorified “trophy captain” who made do on charisma and courage alone rather than actual leadership or intelligence. Either way, he was indisputably in charge and most wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hoo boy! Nothing like a red alert to wake you up, eh?” Kappin laughed heartily as he entered the small meeting room.

Kappin was a broad-chested beast of a man. Ruftians were a hardy race of thick-furred and thickly muscled creatures and Kappin kept his facial fur stylized into a braided beard. Four bright, smiling eyes won over many guests and crewmates when his flashy captain’s uniform and badge didn’t do the trick. He wore a small cap with a set of piloting goggles strapped around it. It certainly looked inspiring and heroic, even if nobody could ever recall him actually wearing the goggles for any reason.

Kappin raised and sipped a mug of fresh cafroth before wiping the foam from his dark brown fur with a practiced swipe of his elegant sleeve.

“So! What’ve we got? Pirates? Intelligent black holes?” Some young couple fall on the emergency button again?”

“Do you think I’d bother waking your ass up for something as boring as any of that?” Skya replied curtly.

The pale-skinned human chief of security often found herself filling in where the captain fell short. Mostly in the practical needs of the ship and being the one person willing to tell Kappin when he was being a moron. She had a constantly impatient look on her face with her hair buzzed down to the thinnest layer of fuzz. Her body was curvy but toned, feminine where it counted while packing some light muscle beneath it all. The definition focused around her thick legs and wide ass that stretched out the skirt of her tight uniform.

Skya tapped a remote and a hologram appeared at the center of the table. The half-dozen gathered officers of various ranks watched as a blueprint of the ship appeared with a dotted line running through it to mark a trail.

“There’s been crew members reporting an intruder in the cargo area. They all say the same thing: a shadowy, unknown species appears, fucks their brains out, then runs off when they’re finished. We’ve managed to seal off the guests and have them return to their rooms without much trouble, but we can’t confirm where the intruder is located. Something about its skin seems to reflect energy waves, so it seems to be immune to stunners and scanners.”

“I see. I see,” Kappin mused gruffly.

One gloved hand stroked his beard. The other rested on the blaster holstered at his hip. While the goggles may have been for show, he’d certainly had to use his weapon in the past. A brush of his thick thumb ensured that the dial was past “stun” and “harm” and still on “bimbofy.”

“So we know it’s not creeping around the passengers, but we can’t find this chickenshit or verify if it’s reached the officers’ quarters,” Skya went on.

“If she is traversing in our tertiary, then we have got him right where we wanter him!” Calyx pointed out happily.

The bright pink-skinned humanoid was her usual cheery self despite the sudden wakeup call. She was human enough at a passing glance, but any further study saw the telltale signs of a yeetch. Her eyes had brightly sparkling stars instead of pupils and her bushy blue hair couldn’t cover up her pointed elven ears. Large fangs poked out over her lips as she seemed stuck in an almost constant smile. Her cheery disposition and cutely flawed grasp of the Universal language made her an excellent emissary as their head of public relations.

“Damn right!” Kappin agreed, raising his mug to her.

Calyx beamed proudly at her captain’s praise.

“Assuming she said what I think she said, it just walked into our trap. That thing may be able to have its way with any random engineer, but it’s in for quite another story up here. We’ll see who’s fucking who by the end of this.”

Skya stared at him for a moment and nodded slowly.

“Yea. No shit, captain. Now let’s find the intruder already! I have security fanned out so the officers can sweep the floors to flush it out.”

“Perfect!”

Kappin downed the last of his cafroth with another big gulp.

“You heard the chief. Let’s split up and find this horny bugger. Got to keep the good vibes going on this vessel, after all. In the meantime, I’ll be getting another refill so I’m more than ready for when I find this pesky intruder. Anybody else want one?”

Skya aimed her stern scowl at him. Kappin stared back blankly until she cracked a smirk.

“You get one refill. ONE. Then you’re helping us search,” she laid down the law.

“Just one. You got it,” he said, winking one fourth of his eyes.

“Aye aye, captain,” she said with a roll of hers.

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The more compact and comfortable halls of the crew quarters were not unlike the hallways that made up the guestrooms. The officers scoured through lounges and bedrooms looking for the intruder, but for a while they came up with nothing short of harmless contraband.

Calyx swung around a corner with a triumphant “AHA!” She aimed her blaster down the dead end. There was nothing but wall and that stain in the carpet they never seemed able to get out. She gave a slightly disappointed hum to herself.

“Curse word. I thought that my tenth time trying that would make the success. It also work in the movie pictures,” she noted.

Even on her own, she tried to use Universal to get in her practice and better fit in with the crew. In truth, everyone found it too adorable to correct the eager and promising yeetch cadet.

The starry-eyed alien scratched her head with the butt of her laser pistol and took out her communicator. She checked her map of the officer quarters with her colored portion she was assigned to explore.

“I have the confusion,” she thought to herself as she turned away from the dead end.

“Reports say the creature is the tall, dark and handsome. Why for can it be so sneakies? Surely it would be spots somewhere.”

Calyx was about to head off when a thick glob of slime plopped onto her communicator. She blinked her shimmering eyes curiously, dipping a finger into it. She stuck the finger back in her mouth and sucked on it.

“Strange… this is not my slime…” she mused.

She finally thought to look up. Clinging to the ceiling what the shadowy alien, staring at her with its blank features. Its arms and legs were bent backwards, hanging on while still facing down towards Calyx. It left its legs spread out, a parted, purple slit spread out and drooling pussy juices down on her.

“Oh,” she noted calmly.

Calyx squeaked and started to make a break for it when the phallic tail shot out at her. It caught her around the leg and reeled her back in, hanging her upside down from the ceiling. Her comm and blaster fell from her hands as her skirt flipped up to follow gravity, showing her brightly colored panties. The creature’s claws ripped off her underwear and stuffed its face into her bare pussy. Calyx gave a soft gasp as the smooth surface vibrated softly, huffing heavy breaths against her crotch.

“Oh my stars~!” she yelped as its strong and dexterous hands turned her around.

The intruder clutched her against her chest, sandwiching Calyx’s head between her breasts while her foot claws held onto the ceiling. Its freed hands started groping the panting yeetch’s plump breasts as its tail curled around to start teasing her pussy lips.

“Oh… oh potty mouth!” Calyx gasped as she squirmed in her grip.

“At least do not do the tease me… AH~!”

Calyx’s already sparkling eyes lit up further as the phallic tail thrust inside her. It pumped rapidly into her as she emitted startled squeaks just as quickly. She let out a vibrating moan as the alien let her go, just to catch her by the legs and plow straight down into her with the tail-mounted sex organ like a jackhammer.

“Oh YES! Oh stars! Yes! YES! Annihilate my kizmar, you rothmakka kyumel!”

Calyx’s voice cracked as she slid into her own language and gushed a creamy fountain of cum over the intruder’s tail. Her body spasmed as the alien dropped her the short distance back to the floor, leaving her starry eyes particularly big and glassy as she was paralyzed with pleasure. She felt content to lay face down and ass up in the halls, hips twitching like a reflexive memory of the orgasm. She remained fucked silly until a pair of security guards happened to find her naked, moaning body.

“Soooo…” one of them started awkwardly.

“You think it was the intruder or just her doing her usual thing?”

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The pitch-black alien stalked the halls, or more particularly the ceilings. She clung to shadows and corners where she could keep out of sight, clearly operating like an ambush predator when she could. When she heard incoming footsteps, she darted into the nearest room. The automatic doors slid open for her as she entered the comfortably lit and rather luxurious room. Several trophies (some literal, some simply mementos) were displayed prominently on the walls near a large and cushy bed. The alien breathed deeply, detecting a strong source of heat and cinnamony smells nearby.

“So there you are!” Kappin noted brightly.

The alien whipped around on the ceiling, arching its tail readily. The captain took another sip of his cafroth before setting it down on his dresser. He wiped off his hands and held them out welcomingly.

“I see you found your way to the captain’s quarters. Good. I’m glad you took the initiative.”

The alien’s tail lowered slightly. She tilted her head in confusion.

“I know a lot of my guests are impressed by the title and the uniform but not many are brave and forward enough to come and see me privately. I like that in a partner.”

Kappin winked one of his four eyes as he patted a complicated machine made of various valves and dispensers.

“Can I interest you in a-?”

Before he could finish, the horny alien dropped to the floor and lashed out with her claws. She grabbed Kappin by his burly arms and threw him onto the bed, tearing open his uniform. He raised his eyebrows with a grin.

“Or right to that! Works for me!”

The dark creature worked fast, stripping him down while she was already pinning him to the bed. She mashed her slick black breasts into his face and Kappin gladly wrapped his mouth around one’s tip while his hands ran over her slick curves. He groaned as he sucked and nibbled on it as the creature finished removing his boxers. It immediately mounted his meaty cock, her pussy immediately parting wetly to encourage him inside. She planted her hands on his broad and furry chest to put more force behind her heated humping as she slammed her hips desperately down on his dick.

“Ooh! I like your style,” Kappin said with a grin.

He tossed aside his cap before grabbing her arms, helping pull her into him. The dark alien’s heavy breathing grew more heated as her tensed arms squeezed her breasts together. They bounced against one another as she rode him hard the two strong aliens putting their all into their bed-creaking fucking.

With a low, lusty gurgle, the alien’s tail wriggled behind her. It curled around Kappin’s leg affectionately before sliding its phallic tip around to his toned and furry ass. The shaggy captain smiled playfully as he ran his hands over her breasts.

“You think you’re the only woman with a tail that’s tried that on me? Let me show you an even better position for that.”

He rose to his knees, tipping the dark alien off of him. He turned her around by her curvy hips and rammed into her pussy from behind. Her claws raked at the bedsheets, emitting a soft but husky moan of pleasure. Its heavy breathing grew faster and louder as he held onto her linked horn like a handlebar. Her tail found its way to Kappin’s ass, sliding smoothy between his cheeks and returning the favor by fucking him from behind.

Kappin grunted deeply, clenching his ass around its cock-like appendage. He pumped his hips along with it tail, adding even more force to his fucking. His hips slapped against alien’s muscular but meaty ass, squishing loudly as he drove into her soaking wet slit with her tail wrapping around his waist. She moaned passionately as Kappin shot his load inside her, filling her slick womanhood. The hot seed swelled to flood her until it was running down her thighs, the streak of white contrasting her shadowy skin.

“Ahhh… just what the medical officer ordered,” Kappin sighed heartily.

“I just needed something to take the edge off. Did you know there’s an intruder going around?”

“HA!”

The door to the captain’s quarters had barely opened when Skya launched herself through it. She dove onto the bed and wrapped her legs around the alien’s neck, squeezing it tightly between her muscular thighs. The startled creature let out a few raspy hissing noises as she pawed wildly at the security officer, but Skya expertly shifted her weight to avoid them. It planted her meaty ass on what should be the alien’s face as she pinned it to the bed.

“Gotcha, bitch!”

“Skya!” the naked captain greeted merrily.

“If you wanted to join in, you only needed to ask.”

“And YOU!”

Skya pointed accusingly at the captain.

“I said one refill and you’re back on duty! Then I find you banging the intruder!”

“Is that the intruder?” Kappin asked genuinely.

“Who the hell else was it going to be?!”

“Well, I leave so many open invitations to the guests that some of them come by to visit. I can’t remember every face that I offer it to, and my door is always open…”

“Your door’s always open because it has a motion sensor on it!” Skya snapped.

“And because you don’t remember lock it! Do you have any idea what kind of security risk that causes!?”

She pointed at her ass and the pinned, thrashing creature beneath her.

“That’s why shit like this happens!  You hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kappin said, his broad shoulders slumping dejectedly.

The alien’s tail lashed around, whipping towards Skya’s face. She caught it in mid-flight, but the alien pushed off with her strong hips to slip out from under her. The dark creature immediately darted out the door and bolted out of sight.

“Dammit,” Skya huffed as she watched it go.

She rose to give chase, but she paused halfway to the door. She’d finally got a good look at it, which would probably be enough to report to the lab. But even better…

“Captain? Do you still have those cameras installed in here?”

“Of course,” Kappin shrugged.

“You said it was necessary for ship security.”

“And then you turned all of them so they’d aim at your bed,” Skya reminded him.

Kappin was ready for another tonguelashing, but she smirked instead.

“Let’s get that footage to the lab. See what we can find out from there.”

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Lomney was the chief science officer on the vessel, so she was always finding a way to keep herself handy. While one wouldn’t expect a scientist on a genuine cruise ship, intergalactic travel had so many strange factors to it that she had come in handy on countless occasions.

She watched the security footage closely, all four of her eyes rolling and darting to absorb all the data that she could. She typed with one hand as she sat back in her seat in the middle of her personal laboratory, her arm resting on her full bosom. Kappin and Skya waited behind her as she worked. Kappin had slipped on some boxers in their haste, only now starting to tug on the rest of his uniform as an afterthought.

Lomney was extremely busty for such a slim creature and came with her own unique features. Unlike the captain, her four eyes were spread out to cover almost the entirety of her purple face and left no room for eyes or a mouth. Her bushy black hair was tied in pigtails, leaving room for her antennae to grow out from her forehead. She wore only her lab coat, an almost dress-like garment that went down to her thighs and clasped in the front.

<What we have here is a xerinian,> Lomney reported at last.

With her lack of a mouth, her limited telepathy served as her species’ main means of communication. Hers came out as a gentle and elegant voice with a slightly high-pitched tone as she projected her thoughts into the nearby officers’ minds.

“So what’s that mean?” Skya asked.

<They’re a rare species. Perfectly intelligent, but they lack the biological means for any verbal communication. Like many species, they periodically enter a state of heat where they revert to an almost ferally aroused state. In the case of xerinians, they rapidly mount partners until they find a suitable mate to reproduce with.>

“So we play the matchmakers,” Kappin decided.

“I’m surprised she wasn’t trying to settle down with me after that moment of passion. Not that you can tie a captain down…”

<Xerinians have very unique biology,> Lomney went on as she turned around. A hologram appeared of the creature highlighting various organs. Several were stored throughout its flowering tail.

<Incapable of cross-species reproduction, and since they’re as rare as they are, we’d be days of travel away from any reliable location to drop her off without her going berserk somewhere else. If we could find and restrain her long enough to medicate her and regulate her chemical imbalance, we should at least be able to get her into a stable and reasonable state. Otherwise, she’s going to keep tracking and humping everything she can in a breeding frenzy.>

“Well she’s been sneaking and hiding, and scanners don’t work on locating her. We’d have to bait her out,” Skya offered.

“She seemed pretty satisfied when we were together. Not to brag,” Kappin added.

Lomney shook her head, bobbing her tits and pigtails along with it.

<She’s seeking a compatible breeder. Anyone with conventional genitalia wouldn’t be what she’s looking for, so she wouldn’t go after you again.>

“Then it’s settled!” Kappin decided, thumping a fist into his palm.

“Lomney will be our bait.”

<What?!>

“You do resemble her anatomy the closest out of the crew,” Skya admitted as she rubbed her chin.

“You can speak telepathically, she hasn’t seen you before, and you’re not working with binary junk. You’re a prime target and you might be able to get through to her.”

The alien scientist blushed, her skin turning from purple to green. Her antennae perked up as her thoughts came out as flustered attempts at protest. But the much more assertive crewmates outranked her and there wasn’t much she could do about it. Besides, the idea of being sexual bait for such a wild creature was already sort of exciting to think about…

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Lomney walked cautiously through the halls dressed in nothing but some tempting lingerie. The lacey pink underwear clung to and complimented her curves, boosting up her big round breasts and hugging the curvature of her hips. The tight-fitting front of her panties clung to both outline of her pussy lips and the bulge of her juicy cock mounted just above it.

Her many eyes darted around the halls, blushing green from walking where anyone could see her wearing such a slutty outfit. Thankfully, nobody on the crew asked why she owned this kind of lingerie in the first place.

<Hoo boy! Okay. Just lure it in. Try and think sexy thoughts,> Lomney reminded herself.

<Just try not to think about the stalker alien in cum-crazy breeder mode that might be breathing down your neck, waiting to snatch you up and have its way with you. Violating your every hole and making you wish you had more for it to… you know what? Maybe I should think about it…”

She didn’t have to venture far into the crew quarters before she felt the telltale tail tighten around her leg. Her top eye rolled up to see the alien dropping down from above, planting its hips on her face as it pinned her to the ground. The much bigger xerinian easily trapped her, making Lomney blush harder as her antennae shot straight up. She blushed a deeper green as the alien ground her pussy over her face. Lomney’s eyes rolled back as she shuddered in excitement.

The researcher tried to gather her thoughts into a coherent message, but the intruder’s long fingers were already stroking around her groin. They curled around the shuddering Lomney’s cock while a smaller claw teased her pussy through her panties. The pinned scientist felt a psychic ping of curiosity among the impenetrable haze of lust surrounding the intruder’s mind as she peeled off her underwear with slightly more care than her previous partners.

The shy but pervy Lomney couldn’t help herself and curled her antennae, angling them to slide inside the intruder’s pussy. The xerinian responded with a deep moan as she arched her hips, lifting them just slightly to allow her horny bait to probe deeper inside her. Lomney lacked a tongue but the sensitive tips of her antennae had her eyes rolling to be stirring inside the invader’s wet pussy.

Rambling in nothing short of psychic sex noises, the four-eyed scientist succumbed to her own urges and laid back to let the alien have her way with her. The xerinian rode her antennae while squeezing Lomney’s tits. The dark creature’s grip popped them right out of her revealing top, pawing at the full jugs and pricking at her hard nipples with the tips of her claws. Lomney let out a quivering mewl as she bucked her hips, thrusting her fine selection of reproductive organs towards the xerinian in a plea for more attention.

The horny alien huntress slid her tail along Lomney’s hardon, drawing a fresh shudder of pleasure. Precum leaked down her shaft as the tail wrapped around it, squeezing lightly before the tip of her tail slid inside her pussy. All four of Lomney’s eyes went wide as she was tail-fucked two times over; every pump inside her pussy made the tail twitch and flex, making it jerk off her swelling cock.

<Oh fuck… ohhh fuck fuck fuck fuck,> Lomney rambled as her antennae stiffened and twitched inside the pinning alien.

<Do be careful,> she managed to blurt out as her powerful grip eagerly squeezed and molded Lomney’s hefty jugs.

<My people have a lot of erogenous zones and the only AHHH~!>

The tail slid back out of Lomney’s pussy, trailing past it so that its ridged length rubbed over her groin like a ribbed thong. The phallic tip shoved itself up her ass, penetrating her tight cheeks as the scrawny alien squealed. The lubricated appendage slid in and out of her clenching ass with ease as the panting alien shivered beneath her.

Between her dick, ass, pussy, nipples and antennae being stimulated all at once, Lomney’s eyes went wide. Her body stiffened abruptly as her telepathic brain tried to express all that arousal as she gushed from everywhere she could. The clear juices of her pussy gushed over the xerinian’s tail as a streak of warm jizz coated her glossy black skin. Her overly teased nipples leaked a creamy blue milk over the invader’s claws while her four eyes rolled back into her head, tears of pleasure running down her overwhelmed face.

What was more, Lomney heard a much louder wailing coming from the alien. She arched her back and ground rapidly on the scientist’s face, gushing cum from her quivering hips. Lomney picked up on thoughts much like her own coming back, chaotic and bound in the throes of pleasure. The xerinian humped spastically before it finally crumbled off the purple alien, laying limp and its huge chest huffing like an overly satisfied lover.

<I guess it was good for her too,> Lomney thought to herself as she heard the rest of the crew rushing towards her.

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The mysterious alien didn’t have eyes to open, but her unique sense of sight awakened along with the rest of her. She stared blankly at the ceiling before looking over to see a woman resembling a mass of tentacles in a medical uniform tapping casually at a console nearby.

“Ah! She’s awake!” Kappin noted proudly.

The dark alien tensed up, seeming to flinch without its facial features. She sat up, finding herself in a bed surrounded by high-tech instruments. Skya stepped closer with a wave of an assuring hand.

“Don’t worry. You’re in the medical bay of the S.S. Luxuria. You’re not hurt beyond being a little exhausted by the time we found you. You just passed out after encountering our chief scientist and we dosed you with the right meds to get you out of thirst-trap mode.”

<That was me,> Lomney piped up sheepishly. She blushed, even back in her lab coat.

<I don’t think you were prepared for me to dump my psychic baggage on you when I had at least twice as many reproductive organs as you… ah! Here.>

Lomney passed her a small gadget with a keypad at the base. The xerinian stared blankly at it before her claws started to type away.

“Thank you,” the device spoke for her in a charming woman’s voice. “My name is Umbra. I apologize for any trouble I may have caused you in my state of heat.”

“Believe me. We’ve all been there,” Kappin laughed heartily.

Skya elbowed him in the side.

“Not something to be proud of. But nobody got hurt, and we don’t want to get people riled up by making a situation out of this. We can arrange to get you a room until we drop you off at the next spaceport…”

“Are you kidding me?” Kappin asked as he stepped forward.

“You took out half my command crew and found your way around the ship like you were born here!”

Umbra stared blankly at him before she typed again.

“Thank you?”

“You’re more than welcome. How’d you like a job aboard the vessel?”

Skya pinched the bridge of her nose, but he did raise some valid points.

“I fucking hate when you’re right, captain. You know that?”

“Of course! You tell me all the time.”

“I don’t quite understand,” Umbra spoke through her device. “But given my situation, I’ll gladly accept.”

“Great!”

Kappin held out a furry paw to the surprised Umbra.

“Welcome aboard the S.S. Luxuria. What size uniform you wear?”