Exotic-Whore Complex

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1. Misery for Hire

The exotic flavor of his watery release coated my tongue. I could feel the fine flagella twine between my taste buds as his wasted genetic release crawled toward the back of my throat like liquid helium in a container. I closed my eyes and drew hard on his ventral sponge. He shuddered and pressed down toward my face, crushing me into the sodden bedding. Another release more voluminous than the last, wept from each pore. It slicked my face and chest and soaked my hair, but my suction drew an entire mouthful.

He tasted of mostly sea spray with a heady aroma of alien spices, something like a sweet clove crossed with artificial melon and paraffin. I swallowed and shuddered in revulsion as his writhing hair fine gametes coated my insides. I could feel them individually, would feel them squirming for hours until the last one died. It was like getting a hair caught in your throat multiplied by millions. I jerked my own hips up, my gene spliced erection jutting up toward his slug like fore-body. He paid my needy spire no mind, he came only to dump his sporulation into me.

My eyes began to itch and tingle, my sinuses burned, my lungs tickled and threatened to make me cough. I resisted the fight or flight response, the urge to cough, sneeze, or rub my face. I sucked again on a different spot, draining his spongy flesh of seed. It would take us hours, which made it very money. Maddening hours, yes, but well worth it. I would endure.

I woke slowly, groggy. Every joint ached, my skin itched and burned, and my face was swollen, eyes and nose puffed up so hard I couldn’t even see. I turned my head with a grunt and coughed. A congealed slug of mucous and alien ejaculation splattered free onto the pillow. It was connected still, all the way past my tonsils and down. I bit, but it did no good, it just squished between my teeth. I hacked and coughed until my lungs ached, but it was futile.

Bit by bit the suffering faded, the swelling went down, and the alien proteins broke down. When I could, I rolled myself over onto hands and knees. The bed squished under my fingers, mattress ruined. Where I had lain was an outline of crusted slime, strands still jutting up like frozen snot crystal. The scent of alien had decomposed into something more earthly and unpleasant. It always did that, didn’t matter the species, those heady aromas decomposed into foulness by the night’s end.

I reached over and smeared a sticky hand over my computer terminal and brought up my account balance. Twelve thousand three eighty two. It had been eighty two the night before. I grinned, then stopped at a stab of pain, saliva glands were inflamed in each side of my jaw. Fucking threads had wormed their way in there too. Didn’t matter, I had enough money to keep me for the next few months, enough that I wouldn’t need to toss with a xeno for a while. Unless I really couldn’t help myself that is.

“Wonder what their women are like…” I muttered to myself, then dragged my brutalized body off to the sanitizer. Probably no orifice to speak of, just egg filled sponge or something.

2. Pleasure for Free

She didn’t moan, couldn’t, her vocals were entirely hisses and sputters, but hot damn was she sputtering and hissing like a demon. Her claws raked at my back again and again, red rained down upon her violet carapace as I slammed into her again and again. My foot and a half erection was hilted, as far as it would go inside of her, with more room to reach. Her cloaca milked me like a hundred mouths all in a row without teeth or tongue. It was a divine passage, something I never wanted to leave, so I refrained from climax. She on the other hand had never even dreamed of a tool that could reach those deep places, her own species possessed nothing of the sort, they fertilized their eggs externally after laying.

I wrapped my arms around her hard aft end just behind the final bulge, as her abdomen jerked upward, nearly tossing me into the air. Her claws came down again, to hold me in place, and drew more blood. I didn’t mind, anything to stay inside of her. She had no concept of climax, no sense of finality as a human woman might. My thrusts drove her wild none the less, left her helpless below me. She weighed three or four times my mass, and stood at four meters, yet She couldn’t control herself any longer.

I shifted angles, and slammed my phallus against her back wall, a slippery washboard surface that clamped down behind my swollen head. She burbled something the translator did not comprehend, then went limp below me. Her abdomen continued to twitch and swallow, bucking helplessly against my hips with each violent thrust, but the rest of her had gone still and quiet. I didn’t stop, not yet, I wasn’t done with her.

Another hour passed, she did not wake, did not stir. I grew exhausted, near my own limit. I at last re-engaged my own proper endocrine flow and gave a few final body slams, too ragged to be called thrusts. I cried out, my scrotum jerked up into my belly, my cock swelled, and I emptied myself into the alien queen with a tremendous finality. And yet, she did not stir other than to meet my final mating thrust with an involuntary jerk of her weak abdomen.

She roused as I exited the shower, still nude. My member dangled limp between my knees, skin raw and sore. She didn’t rise, didn’t even lift her head. She rolled one violet eye my direction in the pit of her horrific face, then spoke carefully. “I should have you eviscerated and stretched like hide over the prow of my ship. The shame of my actions this day will haunt me for an eternity. The—presumption—of a lower lifeform to place himself above me…” She went silent, and for a moment I was sure I was dead, then she continued, “I will tell other ship queens of you. Now please leave me, I must compose myself.”

I swallowed around a lump in my throat, then quietly protested, “T-this is my quarters…” I swallowed again as her abdomen twitched up as if she were planning to rise, but it was only an aftershock of aching interiors. “Yes, of course, at once,” I continued, then threw my pants on without underclothes and left without even locating a shirt. When I returned, she had left, and had not bothered to pay me. I cursed quietly, next time I met one of her kind, I would ask for money up front.

3. Misunderstood Intentions

“You are a function of the breeding cast of your race?” The being asked over a mug of unpleasant alcohol.

I took a sip of my own and considered the question, “In a matter of speaking, yes. My specific duty is to serve the reproductive urges of others, whether reproduction is achieved or not. Some species have little control over their cycles and appetites. I am here to serve that function. Do you require one to serve in a reproductive function?”

The large, vaguely reptilian head nodded in a mimicry of my own gestures. They took a second drink, careful not to crush the mug or smash it into their large teeth. They were a scary thing, with very little biological or sociological details in the database. I had gone into this one nearly blind, so I’d proposed a public meeting over drinks and they had agreed. Gender had been a question on my mind, but you could never guess what incredible result nature had in store for a species. I’d been unlucky before, and very very lucky on occasion, but I’d not make any assumptions of this behemoth slab of meat.

It took me a moment to focus again, I’d caught myself staring into those three triangular eyes as they flexed and focused upon me. Hypnotic almost. There was a pleasant scent too, nutty and soothing, like coffee brewing in another room, or overly toasted pecans. Dry and faintly oily. “Forgive me, I misunderstood, would you please repeat your statement?” I asked politely.

“Yes, is it acceptable to summarize?” I nodded. “Good. Duty has come to me to propagate, my body is prepared, my mind is not. The unpleasant event must be completed tonight. I seek a coupling of biology that will serve my heredity. With brief study, your species is the most viable candidate upon this station. Will you sacrifice your comfort and station for the purpose of breeding with one other than human?”

I nodded again. My attempt to focus succeeded, though my mind wanted to wander. I inhaled deeply and leaned toward them across the table. “I have served numerous other species in this capability. My body is prepared to welcome you, when ever you are ready.”

“Your words bring relief. I would be rid of this duty as soon as possible, I do not feel this is the proper setting however. I have prepared my ship for welcome of other kind. Unless you have a more comfortable location to surrender your body.” In other words, your place or mine?

“I have a chamber of my own, perfectly suited to the task. If you would follow me?” I rose, drank the last of my cider, and offered a hand to my guest.

They rose without taking the gesture, two and a half meters tall, thick as an ox, and built for running on all fours when not walking on two. His huge tail uncoiled from around his chair and snapped to the floor to support him. “I am new to this experience, learned one. I am not eager, yet I am willing.” They were a virgin, and though their voice boomed like a drum and body out massed me, they seemed scared and vulnerable.

I raised my hand further and reached, then took their large fleshy claw in it and lead them into the station, away from the bar. I could feel the buzz of alcohol in my mind, and that scent continued to abrade my senses, so distracting. At my door, they had to turn and twist to squeeze through, so broad they were. Then we were there, and the time had come to find out what kind of pleasure or misery this monstrocity needed to inflict upon me.

With careful deliberation I extracted myself from my clothing and sat down upon the edge of my mattress. Above me, they watched with those trio of keen eyes, then they too removed their armor plating and underclothes. The skin below was dry and smooth, brown and mottled with bi-symmetrical blotches. Their respiratory system ended above their ribs, which started midway down their trunk, then ended again just above their hips. Those hips straddled a huge cleft, half a meter long, stretched from rib to tail base. Creased skin met at it in deep folds, it hung limp near the thigh, but tighter toward rib and tail. That wrinkled flesh was grotesque, it was sticky, it drooled, ropes of mucous clung to the suit and their thighs, undertail, and torso.

The scent of their body filled the air, and the scent of their slit left me breathless. Literally breathless, I couldn’t inhale, my throat had closed as if suffering anaphylaxis. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t inhale. I attempted to communicate non-verbally, but they had no basis of comprehension. The stench in my nose seared, my eyes burned, my tongue recoiled from the humid air wafting from them. Bitter was the palest word to describe it. Sour too, and earthy. Face first in rotten coffee grounds soaked in piss.

They stepped forward, raised a leg and planted it heavily upon the mattress. I stared up into that cleft, eyes wide, body heaving for breath. I tried to crawl back, but the heel of my hand slid off the edge of the bed and I laid upon my back under them. They sat, not slowly either. My stomach and thighs were engulfed in mucous and sloppy flesh. Their knees came together to either side, trapped me, confined me. The heat of their body was intense, uncomfortably so. I wondered if my chamber was too cold for them briefly, then the thought vanished as their cleft parted and something emerged over my waist.

At last my throat relaxed just a touch, I wheezed a breath in, out, in, then relaxed. If I could breathe, I could survive this, I could endure! Their hips rolled, tail lifted, and a sudden deluge of fluid poured from the cleft to soak me, my bed, and the floor. My cock sprang to attention, erect, thrust up into them and was suddenly enveloped by that something. Another something worked it’s way down, around my scrotum, into the cleft of my ass. More somethings emerged, tendrils, sticky and hot, soaked with mucous. I just laid there breathing in her stench and felt my grip on sanity dissolve. Something about her body chemistry fucked with my head…

Pain flared between my legs, sharp, hot, biting. It felt like my balls and ass had been dipped in acid. I shuddered and cried out, tried to pull away, but it only thrust me up into the tight embrace upon my shaft. Tendrils coiled around my hips, enveloped my thighs, wrapped behind my ass and lifted me, pinned me to that open cleft. Their tail tucked, pressed in, and slid up my back, then coiled around my chest to hold me trapped and enveloped.

The burning continued, then faded into numbness. It was disconcerting, that lack of sensation. What the hell was happening down there? Pleasure, for certain, they seemed to know to work my cock, but lacked the experience with it to get me off. It was too late to back out, and seemed pointless to ask questions. I’d surrendered my body, as they had put it. If it meant a few months in hospital to recover, so be it. It was hard to fight anyway, my mind just wouldn’t stay on task.

Minutes passed in uncomfortable silence. My erection was caressed and slathered in slime while something happened between my legs. They did not move, just knelt over me with head bowed, eyes closed, as if in prayer. Eventually I reached up and laid a hand upon their knee and gave a soft caress. They recoiled as if struck, then relaxed, “Forgive this one. Contact is repulsive, I do not wish anymore than necessary.”

“Why are you doing that with my penis then?” I asked, throat still tight and voice strained.

“I studied, human anatomy requires stimulation to achieve copulation threshold.”

So clinical, they sounded even more disgusted. “It is not required here, I think, you can stop if you don’t wish to continue.”

There was a pause, a heavy silence that hung over the two of them. Something shifted in his bowels, a sharp unpleasant cramp occurred briefly, then faded into a general discomfort with a faint gurgle. The stroking stilled, muscles relaxed, my member was released, though still confined in the depths of their cleft. “I am grateful for your consideration. If you have need of my consideration, do not remain silent.”

Many requests came to mind, but none seemed suitable. Please stop digesting me? That wouldn’t go over well. Please get the fuck out of my room and let me die in peace? Nah, too direct. I smiled and shook my head, “No, nothing of note, continue as you need. I am here to serve.”

We remained in uncomfortable silence for a long, long time. The sounds from my stomach faded, but the sensations grew more unpleasant the longer it continued. Something was inside of me, somewhere deeper than just my bowels. There was nothing rhythmic or energetic about it either. I didn’t want to look at myself in the mirror when they were finished with me.

At last, they spoke with an exhausted intonation, “I am nearly finished. I brought a sedative to help you adjust. Experienced others advise administration until recovery. Do you consent further?”

Sedative… I opened my eyes and tried to focus on their eyes, it took a moment. “I… Why? What are you going to do?”

“My duty is nearly done, but the reproductive coupling will take longer. Once we part, the discomfort will increase rapidly to unbearable levels. I can leave the sedative with you, should the discomfort grow too great to bare, or administer it now?”

They shifted, hips rolled, and rose above me. I caught my first glimpse inside their cleft. A deep, hollow cavity, empty now except for a fringe of anemone like tendrils from the inner lips of that slit. They leaned forward, over me, a device in one large claw, a needle of alien manufacture, an offering. I looked down at my own erection. It was grotesque, swollen purple and mottled with yellow patches of skin puffed up over blisters. I leaned up, looked at my testicles… or where my testicles had once been.

Something pink and slimy writhed between my thighs. A knot of muscular tentacles with transparent skin writhed and pushed. My stomach rolled before my eyes, like a child kicking in the womb, then somewhere else as it shifted. I reached down as if to snatch it from me in horror, but stopped myself. Already I could feel the pain begin to return. My cock ached, it burned, it seared! My stomach cramped, then worse and worse. I was hollow inside, and something filled that cavity, something alien.

“S-Sedate me,” I begged as the fringe of panic swarmed like bees over my confused mind. This was a nightmare, nothing more, I’d wake up in bed, well fucked, and maybe a little uncomfortable.

“Very well. You have my great thanks for your sacrifice. Be at ease when you wake and breed well. I feel nothing but disgust for your future, but if your duty pleases you, I am thankful for that too.” Then the needle sank into my right breast and liquid fire washed through the meat, followed by numbing cold. It ate outwards like fire smoldering on paper, leaving nothing but ash behind until it hit the base of my skull, and the light began to dim.

4. Depraved Insanity

I was so damn horny. I felt like a fire was burning in my balls that would consume me if I didn’t fuck something, anything. Yet at the same time, there was such intense lethargy in my limbs that I could barely even open my eyes. I could feel my erection throb, hard, I’d never felt it throb that hard before, felt like it had swollen to twice it’s size when it did. It throbbed again, then again, and I let out a helpless moan of sexual hunger the like of which I had never heard.

At last, I managed to open my eyes. The room was dim, but my room. Nothing seemed amiss, but the stench in the air, like burnt coffee and stale sexual fluids was enough to make me nauseous. Wasn’t the first time I’d woken up to that combined stench, but this time was different. I knew for a fact there was no coffee anywhere on the station, and I’d not slept with a human, so the very human smelling sex scents were…

My cock throbbed again and I reached down limply, grasped it, then screamed in shock. My phallus was hot, sticky with precum, and every nerve was so sensitive that my own touch was enough. Semen sprayed into the air, landed on my belly, chest, face, and hit the wall above my head with a splat. I stared up at it as the second jet bathed the white painted metal in violet hued seed. Violet wasn’t normal. The scent of it, fresh and bitter, burnt coffee, male bitter, and female sour.

I let go of my sensitive tool and looked down at it. Veins of violet throbbed under the pink skin, and it looked thicker than it had, but still yet mine, familiar. I touched it again with a single finger tip and shuddered. Felt like ice and fire, that touch. I trailed it down from glans to base. My pubic hair was gone, and the skin was rubbery, almost the same texture of my cock. My hips bucked a moment later, involuntarily, and a second spray of violet semen splattered against the wall, as large a volume as the first. My stomach rippled and clenched in pleasure, and It was all I could do to resist the urge to stroke a third time.

Instead my hand slid down, between my thighs to cup my aching balls. That familiar gesture failed as my fingers slipped between tight rubbery folds into the moist cavern between. I shuddered again, my stomach clenched, my fingers were gripped tight by my own inner flesh. A third splatter hit the wall above my head, larger than the first two, followed by a fourth, fifth, sixth… My hips bounced helplessly up and down, jamming my cock into the air and unloading over and over while inadvertently grinding my digits into my new vulva.

“Oh… oh great darkness…” I sighed as I pulled my fingers away at last. The stench in the room had grown more intense with each passing ejaculation, and now there was a rivulet running from between my—vaginal—folds. When and how the fuck had I become a girl? Well, no, I had a dick still… I cupped my chest to find it flat and familiar.

I rolled over onto hands and knees, and nearly doubled over as my member brushed the mattress below me. Another puddle of violet jizz on the sheets. It wasn’t the first, but it was the largest. What a mess. I climbed off onto unsteady feet and stumbled into the bathroom. My eyes met in the mirror. Triangular pupils looked back with streaks of yellow and green in the familiar brown. I turned the faucet on and splashed water on my face, as if it would clear my head of the lust, or remove the imagery from my memory. It didn’t do either. Instead it awoke my thirst and I drank until my stomach bloated.

Made sense really. The mattress and wall was soaked with fluids, I was probably dehydrated. But when I looked down, I looked pregnant from how much I’d drank. I touched the bulge, and felt hard muscles flex below. My erection twitched again in eager need while my sex clenched upon nothing, hungry for use. Once more I reached down and gripped my tool in hand. Involuntary thrusts slammed me forward into the sink. I clung to it as I humped into my own hand and spilled upon the floor tile below.

I continued for a few minutes, thrusting and ejaculating, over and over. Each thrust an orgasm, each orgasm just as wonderful, just as satisfying as the last. Yet it did not sate my need, nothing sated my need. I needed someone else, I needed to bury myself in them and never pull out again. I imagined the queen I’d mounted, it would have been incredible to hold her captive on her own ship, use her until we died of old age. The thought made me giddy. Had she left station? Yes, that had been months ago. Who else? Who…

I stumbled out of the bathroom and gained a faint glimmer of sense. Clothes, I couldn’t just wander around the station naked! I knew exactly where I needed to go. A Coelitid ship had docked last week, the rank and file were poor, didn’t pay well, but would empty their twelve balls into anything that let them. When down on my luck I’d taken their money, usually wasn’t worth it, damn semen would clot up and glue to your skin for days. You always knew who was the lowest whore in the station by the rubbery green ropes of Coelitid semen clinging to her face and gluing her cunt closed.

The thought left me shuddering. Some folks had said, people disappeared into Coelitid ships, glued to walls or floors, just public toys for the whole ship to use until they died. I pulled my jumper up, and unloaded a long stream of semen inside of it as I belted a moan. I’d do it in a heartbeat. No hesitation. I ran from my apartment at full speed, toward the docks.

I made it to the dockyards, barely. My body was trembling, and a rivulet of violet ran from my right cuff over my bare heel and left sticky footprints behind me. I was barely aware of my surroundings, didn’t know where I was going, only what I needed.

I’d arrived too late, days too late. The coelitid ship had left last week. I thumbed through the list of occupied berths. Human after human vessel, would serve in a pinch, but most humans wouldn’t touch a xenofucker like me, too afraid of alien cooties. Dismissed a couple of other alien ships with races too puritanical or biologically incompatible. Then I stopped at one. I’d never gave long thought on making an offer to one of them, too big, too strong, too violent. Byanar resembled at best, large bison with segmented bodies and eight muscular like legs. Better yet, each one had a pair of prehensile phalluses on the middle two segments that would make an elephant flinch.

My approach to their dock was one of breathless anticipation and unacknowledged terror. No human could have ever survived mating with a Byanar, but I didn’t care, didn’t even consider my own mortality. They had cock, huge cock, with organs that could pump a sanitation stall full of reproductive fluids in minutes. Better yet, they would fuck nearly anything that let them, were even known to rape their conquests to death in the heat of battle, impaled on both of their spires as they fought.

The airlock stood before me, lit green with seal and air pressure. I thumbed the alert button and waited, thumbed it again, then again. At last a huge singular eye peered out at me from the window, then the inner door slid aside to reveal the furred monstrosity. “What do you want human thing?”

What did I want? My brain halted for a moment, jolted by the question. What the fuck was I thinking, coming here? Did I have a deathwish? “I… nevermind, I think I have the wrong ship.” I smiled politely and started to back away. The beast shifted forward and raised his head above the doorway, his fore-middle segment shifted up, and the heavy sheath was revealed, wrinkled flesh and knotted fur. I stopped and stammered, “I mean, I am a re-registered prostitute on the station, I was just… I mean…”

The beast laughed, not a human laugh, but the translator gave a brief description of the sound as amused surprise. My ears rang from it but my eyes were riveted to that revealed sheath, for a black wet tip had emerged, pointed and back facing. More slid free and the flared head was exposed, heart shaped. “Little human wants an honorable death?” He asked.

I could take it. I’d sucked bigger, and who knew what magical potentials my new vulva had. “I intend to live through it, but if you break a few bones or spill a little blood, I won’t mind, so long as you pay for the expense.”

I was in it now, why the hell was I doing this? What could I possibly get out of it? My body wanted, my mind wanted, my heart was a thundering beast in my chest, attempting to escape as it pumped blood into my cock. That erection hadn’t gone down since I woke, would it ever?

“Come then, I would witness a human who believes it can live through my rutting. I do not suspect you can survive, but I will roll in your entrails in honor of your foolish bravery.” I followed the massive creature into his ship. I’d never entered an alien ship before, no one entered an alien’s ship willingly, especially not a whore. My stomach rolled and clenched, eager to begin.

5. Cum Dumpster

The heavy metal shackle closed on my wrist and locked. There was no going back, there was no thought of resisting anyway, but tradition was tradition. He hoisted my chains up, and pinned me against the waist between his middle two segments and latched the chains behind his back. My face was pressed into his soft furry stomach, the scent of his warm hide overwhelming and unfamiliar. Above me his sheath hung heavy with the half protruding spire, black skin glistened in the air, and the scent of that was almost normal. Sweet and pungent, like sugary gym socks. A bead of sunflower yellow pooled in the upper cleft of his heart shaped head, the whole slit an opening. Along the top.

“Ah now this will be good bye. I am going to go for a run along the centrifuge. If you should survive ten laps, I will let you leave. If you should give me enough pleasure to satisfy my lust, I shall stop and let you leave. Those are the only two conditions to your release. Fair enough, I should think. Do you have any last words before you are torn from end to end?”

I tried to think of something, but nothing came to mind. I squirmed in place against him, grinding my still throbbing and emptying phallus into his belly fur, eager. Finally, after I realized he was waiting for me to speak, I said, “Do you have any others on board? I want another ride when you’re done with me.”

“Blustering buffoon. I am going to enjoy your death!” Then he hunched and smashed both of his members into me. I angled my head to catch his tip between my lips. I needn’t have bothered. The moment he touched my face, that heart shaped point curled down and his phallus curled up to find the perfect angle, then he shot straight to the back of my throat, smearing yellow milky precum into my chin, teeth, and tongue as he passed.

Sweet foulness filled my mouth and slicked over my tastebuds. That flared head hit my tonsils, and stretched them apart. Something tore in the back of my throat. The pain was intense but I didn’t care, nothing in the universe mattered anymore, for at that moment he also penetrated my virginal new sex.

I arched against him as he buried that other phallus into me from the other end. I’d never felt anything like it before, never in my life had I imagined such invasion. Anal, sure, oral, even urethral sounding with the right john. When he penetrated my new sex though, it was even more intense than stroking my oversensitive member. I climaxed on the spot, but nothing spat from my member. I clenched down on him, expecting to tear as his thick flare pushed through, but I opened to him, welcomed him inside, and began to hungrily squeeze almost like the queen had on my own cock.

He began to run then. Each step was the hammer of the base line direct to my bones. Each sway of his body dropped me low, then brought me up as he bunched for the next. Between the segments, I was pinned, penetrated end to end. Over and over his bottomed out in my mouth, splattered my throat in yellow plaster, and tried to force himself down, toward my gut. He could have, if he wished, split me in two right then and there, but that wasn’t his game. Maybe later, but for now he just used my mouth.

The first lap was a teaser. My orgasm had no end, could barely be called an orgasm, just a constant oscillating sea of sensations that blanked my thoughts. My mouth hung open, lips bruised, throat torn, and tongue endlessly licking at his long slit as it slipped in and out. Lap two started, and the only notion I had of the difference, was his pace increased. My depths, unfamiliar and inhuman, clung to him like a vice. Each step pulled me free of him, but with sticky reluctance.

Lap three, he was done teasing. He hunched himself on a hard bound, and slammed his fore member against my tonsils, slipped his flare past, and began to sprint. Not in and out, only in and in now. Every step drove him deeper from both ends. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t fight, could only surrender. Surrender was all I wanted. The thunder of feet on decking was matched by the thunder of his shafts against my insides. His fore cock a kick-drum against my sternum, his aft a base rift against my diaphragm. Something popped in my neck and he went deeper. I felt pain, sure, but it was a distant, unimportant thing.

His spires squirmed and thrashed their way inside, wriggling like worms one moment, slamming like jackhammers another. I don’t know when the fourth or fifth lap began, but it ended on the sixth as his fore legs collapsed under him, and he slid to a halt. He ended there, buried completely in my backside, my face smashed into the cleft of his sheath, nose in his foul sweaty wrinkles. Inside, there was an eruption, the kick drum all over again from both ends, each throb unloaded into me from either side, filling, swelling, bloating.

I shuddered, writhed, and endured as darkness crept in at the corner of my eyes. The tunnel grew tight, his throbs grew slower, then at last he withdrew his fore spire. I took a deep, shuddering breath. Before my eyes, he throbbed again, and that huge flared head opened like a ripe peach and spilled a fanned stream of yellow cream streaked with orange clots. My face was bathed in it, my mouth filled, sour and unpleasant as it was, I climaxed as it hit my tongue.

Everything until that moment, every sensation, every ejaculation, every shudder of over-stimulated bliss, it was nothing, it was a flash shadow compared to the searing brilliance of my climax. It lasted for only a moment, a brief and intense window into heaven, and left me utterly and completely exhausted. For many long minutes the Byaran unloaded himself into and on me, reveling in his pleasure. Then at last he rose and began to jog again. Splatters of orange and yellow left a trail behind him on the decking, slopped from me, and dribbled from my sodden hair.

Aloud he said,”you wretched filth, you shame me in my own ship.”

We came to a stop once more. The chains were unlatched, I fell heavily to the deck below and stared up at his flaccid members, still drooling their copious load. His huge eye then filled my unfocused gaze and his words rumbled over me, unheard, unremarked. I laid limp, helpless as a child as he unshackled me, then carried me from the ship and dumped me in a puddle outside the airlock. I was refuse, trash, nothing but a receptacle for aliens, just a cum dumpster. An aftershock of climax washed through me as the thought manifested. “Yes…” I whispered aloud, then turned my head and vomited up the reeking lumpy stomach full of alien semen.

I woke in a disused passage way, alone. I hurt head to toe, my chest especially. Below my neck I felt a swollen spot, exceedingly tender, over a broken collar bone. I didn’t care, it would heal. I rolled onto my knees and rose slowly from the floor. A deluge of sloppy wet mess poured from between my thighs to puddle below me. It spread for two meters in either direction. “So… much.” I gasped aloud. My stomach flattened as it poured free, tension release akin to taking a long needed piss.

It took me a while, but I managed to stand and make my way deeper into the passage. It reeked of piss, and other things both alien and human. It was a bad part of the station to be in, but I felt no fear. I was naked, encrusted with Byaran cum, and only wanted more truth be told. The fire in my loins was greater than before, my erection stood out, eager and proud.

I did not know where I was going, but eventually I found a thudding sound that reminded me of the beast’s jogging feet. Another round, I could go for another round. Instead I found an old store room turned party with loud, bass heavy music playing, and at least two dozen people strewn about, none human.

I recognized two of the species, nothing particularly dangerous or unwilling. A third looked dangerous, heavily augmented with tech, but a fourth bobbed her head on his tail. Blowjob? He was very distracted, barely even noticed me enter. He wasn’t the only one having fun either, a pair of insectile creatures were clasped together, slimy appendages everted and tangled together against the wall smearing stringy slime.

Aloud I announced, “I just fucked a Byaran. Who wants next?”

Moments later I found myself bent over a plastic crate as a scaled horizontal slit met my vertical cleft. Before me an unfamiliar chitinous stomach was poised, a three fingered hand in my hair. “I hear human like use mouth as fem-fuck hole. Like her,” he said, and pointed toward the one sucking on that tail.

“Y-yes, I have a very skilled mouth. Use it, use me, please, whatever you want to do to me, do it! Do it!” I begged as the furnace heated up inside and drove sense away. Chitin plates parted around a slit in his belly, bulged, and out unrolled green slimy flesh, dripping with mess. I opened my mouth and gulped once as he slammed my head down and thrust up. He tasted horrible, sour as vinegar and filthy. I moaned into him and began to nurse. Flesh began to swell immediately.

Behind me the reptile like beast mashed his undertail against my backside. His body rolled and undulated like a serpent, jointless, and his vent strained open with a moist splatter, right against my cleft. I cried out even louder as his cold fluids gushed into me, pooled deep inside. Then a hard, spike jutted free and slammed home in my depths. It stabbed somewhere deep inside, hooks set, and caught him in place. His mating hook held me firm as his slit continued to bulge and evert into me. Splatters hit of mucous the floor, but more jetted into me, around that spike.

Into my mouth the first insectile boy thrust, more of an amorphous blob of flesh, with a number of protruding ridges, nothing you might call an erection. I swallowed on it, suckled, licked and worshiped. It was his reproductive organ, it didn’t matter how it worked, only that he was using it on me. I felt joy, abject joy. I’d never felt such happiness since earth, since laying out in the sun with my mother, perhaps even that paled in comparison.

My hips rolled, raking that barbed spire across my inner walls, tearing, rending. My stomach felt heavy with his release, cold sloshing wetness that filled my hollow bowel. The sticky splatter of flesh in my mouth was incredible. It tasted so sour, yet delicious. My mind invented flavors, wordless concepts I had never before tasted or smelled. I inhaled, nose buried in his slit, sucked mucous into my sinuses, and nearly climaxed from the sensation as inhuman pheromones made new connections and my mind faltered, then failed entirely.

My thoughts returned from the abyss an infinite eon later. The insect had everted into my throat, wrinkled flesh clung to the inside of my cheeks and teeth. He was close, his words were a unfamiliar babble full of lust. When he did at last climax, it was a thousand fine streams of watery liquid from those ridged edges. He shrank like a balloon, his swollen flesh releasing it’s pent up lust. I swallowed and swallowed, filled my gut with him, until his member shrank away to almost nothing, then retreated back into his chitinous stomach, spent.

The reptilian behind me had speared a second mating hook into me, one toward my spine, the other toward my navel. Between them something huge and hard was pushing against my stretched hole. He was trying to penetrate me with such force I could feel his strain. No, not he, she. I rolled my hips back against her, and pushed, loosening my passage around that egg until at last, with a wet sloping release, it settled against the back of my navel. She moved away in silence, spent.

I had no words, there was no thought to be had. Someone else climbed behind me, parted my cheeks, and pressed a rigid phallus into my gaped passage and began to slam his hips down, smashing me into the crate. Someone else grabbed my jaw and raised my head. I opened my eyes to see the woman who had been giving the blowjob. Her mouth opened as she forced my lips apart. A stream of milky green drooled from her tongue. I opened my mouth willingly, and savored the shared intimate taste. Limply I reached up and dragged down on her, until our mouths met. Her cleft lips spread open and my tongue licked across her teeth. She tasted the insectile, I tasted her lover, and together we embraced as I was mated. Someone else took position behind her and she started to fight, but I held tight and pressed a hand to her mid back to hold her down. She calmed, eyes on mine, and surrendered with me.

Deep inside I felt the egg move as I rocked back and forth under the relentless pleasure. A wasted egg, another deposit in the trash bin of my flesh. This was right. That climax came again, harder than before. It lasted for an eon, longer than I could endure. I do not know when it ended, for I surrendered to oblivion, insensate.

6. Fertile Ground

My body hurt, but I was used to that now. Aches and pains were nothing, just noise in the background. All that mattered was the pound of my lusty drum. It called me to march, called me to serve, called me to the war of biology. I woke to that drum and rose. I’d been tossed between two crates, half glued to the floor with alien secretions. I was not alone either. To my side the other alien woman lay, her eyes wide, mouth open. She was breathing, but she did not see or hear me when I called to her.

She too was plastered with the leavings of many. It was beautiful, so beautiful. I’d never seen anything so wonderful in my life than her mindless, helpless body in that moment. My heart ached… my groin ached. I climbed over her, laid my hands to her cheeks and tilted her head until our eyes met. She focused, saw me, tears welled. I kissed her again, tasted her. Her hide had been fuzzy and soft, now matted, crusted, and slick. Her lips parted against mine, but it was only to release a cry I had no capability to understand.

I penetrated her then. My aching phallus nestled between her hot folds. She was a sloppy mess, used and discarded, perfect. I penetrated, sank to the hilt even though it bent my shaft double to do it. She cried again in pain. I didn’t withdraw, didn’t thrust. I sank in and held, held until a new intense orgasm hit me, until I lost control entirely. Violet ejaculate splattered inside her, filled and filled. I’d never felt anything like it, akin to urinating, but thicker, and even longer enduring. I flooded her with my jellied ropes of mutant semen, or perhaps hybrid? I wasn’t human anymore. It didn’t matter, whatever I left in her fertile ground, it took root. I knew it. I felt it. It was my purpose and so now too was it hers.

She clung to me, face buried in my throat, forehead against my broken collarbone. I encircled her torso in my arms, cradled her close as I poured myself into her and made her complete. My climax came with a helpless mewl of sound from my lips, and an incredibly thick smear of fluid from my cock as I withdrew. Her stomach was swollen, sex bruised looking, but between her trefoil folds a knot of lumpy violet sat, jewel like and shiny. She clenched, but it didn’t budge. Her hand reached down, clawed at it, but it was glued to her as firmly as Coelitid spunk. “Mine,” I told her, firmly, then pressed a kiss to her swollen stomach. She just whimpered and curled in on herself.

I rose then to my feet. I felt refreshed, mind clear, objective even more clear. More, I needed more. I left my lover behind, forgotten. I was fixated on a new and glorious purpose. I needed to find more fertile ground to plant my bejewled seeds.

Up station I moved, away from the docks, towards the residential district. I knew who was next. I had a friend, a close friend, another prostitute. She would understand, she would relish the chance! I reached her door and opened it. I’d had the pass code ever since that guy had beaten her… Was a simple precaution. She had my pass code too.

I found her asleep, curled on her side, freshly washed. She smelled so fresh and innocent, though I knew the truth. I knelt aside her, gently moved the covers aside, and found her naked body curled fetal below. Between her closed thighs, her freshly shaven vulva peeked. She looked raw, probably just came off a job, exhausted. “Well, no matter,” I told her, then climbed into bed at her side. My sticky body clung to the sheets, green, yellow, brown and blue smeared into her skin. I laid a hand upon her shoulder, drew her into my chest, and pressed my lips to her ear, “Good morning,” I told her, and thrust myself easily into her. She moaned aloud, jerked awake, and tried to pull away, but I held her fast as my groin seated against her rump.

“W-wh? Oh, it’s you… why… You going to pay, hun?” She wasn’t angry, not exactly, but she was a little bit perturbed at being woken up. We’d had sex before, as friends, but this was something new for her.

“Mmmnh, nah…” I sighed into her neck as my spire jerked against her cervix and began to release. It felt so good, so right. “I’ve a little gift for you, that’s all. Now relax and let your mind drift.” I rolled my hips and smeared that precious fluid from vulva to her deepest depths and back, then released another long stream.

“Fuck you are weird,” she muttered, “I’m too tired for this shit, go ahead and finish, I don’t care.” She laid her head down again and pressed herself into me. I curled my arms around her and pulled her tight. “What the hell are you covered in anyway, you stink.”

“Guess,” I told her with a grin against her neck, then pressed deeper again, holding myself at the entrance to her womb.

“Gross. Couldn’t even use my shower before raping me awake?”

“Nope, couldn’t resist.”

“Hng…” She grunted, then shuddered, “What the hell… that.. that feels really really…” She was starting to sweat, her skin flushed, and her vulva was clenching over and over on my spire.

I slammed my hips up, far too big to fit inside her fully, just bottomed out inside. She was tipped then over the edge, into a blissful state of orgasm. I rolled atop of her, pushed her face first into the pillow, and bit down on the nape of her neck as her hips rose to welcome me. I hammered again and again, it was like the queen, slamming into her bottomless ventral passage until she lost consciousness. I drove my friend toward the same fate in my mind. She was a bottomless pit I had to fill, a fertile void that had to be planted. She had wasted her body on so many over the years and no seed had taken root. It was just so saddening.

“Ohh fuck, what is this?” She moaned into the pillow as her hips bucked back up into me. More and more violet tainted her depths, poured from her vulva, ran down her stomach to the bedding below, and pooled in the crack of her ass. Full of some of the most potent pheromones and hormones that could be manufactured by the human or alien body. Somehow I understood what I was doing to her, but it wasn’t a conscious awareness anymore.

Minute by minute she lost control until her climax peaked, and then she was mine, mine forever. I climaxed as well as she clamped down, and forced my spire against her cervix again. Harder and harder I pressed until… something gave way, something tore. I moaned in pain as the head of my cock split and out slid a sharp protrusion, a mating hook not unlike the one that had been used on me. It speared her cervix, tore it, and the barbs sank into her uterine lining.

She screamed, but her scream was stained with mind altering lust. She no longer cared as I destroyed her womb, lodged my cock between the split flesh, and released my jewel like seed directly into her uterus. The pain faded in seconds as the flesh was glued together. My own stinging pain faded as it was exposed to the same compounds. I relaxed, the hook retracted, and I stared down at my friend. A puddle of Blood stained the sheets below her, an even larger puddle of violet spread beyond that.

Her eyes rolled back as her head lolled to the side. She stared at me, then down at my inhuman member. It was bloated, muscular, and flexing in mid air. Violet drooled from four orifices in the tip, and the barest hint of the black hook peeked from my urethra. Below, my vulva gaped, drooled, and hungered for more alien seed, but I paid it no mind.

She however gaped. “W-what the fuck are you? What did you do to me?”

“Relax, don’t worry about it. I’m a little goofy in the head right now, high on some alien shit you wouldn’t believe. But I’m fine.” I giggled aloud, then laid down again atop her. I pinned her to the bed and wrapped her up tight. She laid there in the soggy mess of our mating, and the residue of aliens I’d smeared on her. I gave her a sweet kiss, the taste of so many others on my tongue.

She gaged, heaved, struggled, then moaned aloud before saying, “Holy shit, that stuff is intense, I’m getting a contact high I think.”

I nodded and nuzzled into her jaw. That was a good enough thought to go with, I didn’t correct her. Minute by minute, she got goofier, relaxed more, then slowly lost the capacity to fight, to argue, or resist entirely. By the next morning, she was a passive receptacle, a perfect lover. Physically she responded, her hips rolled and lips sucked and physiological responses were all correct, tuned to the peak of lust. But she, my friend, was gone, there was nothing human left behind her eyes, nothing familiar anyway, all she cared about was pleasure.

I remained in her home for the rest of the day and night. I used her repeatedly, every time the urge came upon me, into my fertile vessel I relieved it. At some point my urges faded and all I was left with was a low grade arousal that throbbed in my womb like a drum. The bass line of my new life. I needed more seed!

7. Destruction

They found her, my friend. I watched the news from the nestled confines of some stranger I’d come across that night. She was still somewhat aware, thrashing and struggling under me as I emptied myself into her for the second time that evening. She moaned aloud, then begged me to stop as I pushed my still erect member between her cheeks and began to pry at her anus. The hook emerged, pierced, and set barbs in her colon. She screamed, then moaned and spread her thighs as her hips rose in helpless desire. It passed after a moment as the pain subsided and began to curse once more.

I ignored her for the most part. She was part of the purpose, but her struggles were not, and it was distracting. I turned up the volume and caught the tail end, “..unresponsive to nearly all stimuli. Appears to be around eight months pregnant, father unknown.” She was only two weeks pregnant, but they didn’t know any better.

I shuddered as my stomach clenched, hard, and I jerked that barbed spike deeper, setting it into the curve of her colon and intestine. Something inside shifted, pleasurable, yet also disturbing. She was screaming again, but I ignored her as best I could. I focused on that sensation, on that movement. A few seconds passed, and I jerked up again, stretching her anus open as I withdrew my cock but left my hook in place. The larvae emerged from my cleft, clung to my erection, and slithered up and along, toward her gaped, bleeding anus.

It was too late when realization struck. The pink and violet worm squirmed it’s way in through her sphincter as her torn muscles clenched in futile effort to keep it out. “What is that? What are you doing? Oh god, oh no!” Her back arched as it slithered deeper, then burrowed through her colon, into her body cavity. I jerked my hips once more, releasing my hook and pulling it free. It cut and slashed on it’s way out, but only superficial wounds compared to her now destroyed colon. I followed it up with another copious ejaculation, spraying her insides in jeweled violet release, and sealed her anus with it.

The hormones and pheromones entered her blood stream through the rents and tears, through her skin, through the lining of her intestine and colon. It took hold far faster that way than vaginal release, but was less pleasant for my mate, at least until her mind blanked at last. I leaned in, wrapped myself around her, and held her tight as she shuddered and squirmed. I could feel her stomach ripple and bulge as my child worked its way through her, then settled just below her rib cage. It was done.

On the news stream I watched the ambulance carry away my friend. Below me, the stranger began to moan helplessly as she ground her bleeding sex into my thigh, helpless to resist the coctail I’d flooded her with. It was beautiful to observe: the struggle of life. I kissed her tear stained cheeks and pressed myself back into her sex. She wanted to mate, that’s all she wanted, that was all she was good for. I let her.

Come morning there was nothing left behind her eyes. Her hips gyrated into the air as I watched her from the doorway. The stain of violet upon her bed sheets was like an aura defining her. Her existence. I turned away as she wet herself so as not to spoil the visage and shut the door behind me. It locked automatically.

I adjusted my clothing, freshly laundered, but already a stain was forming on the front of my jump suit as it rubbed against my ever present erection. I was tempted to knock on and enter the next home, single bedrooms were a safest bet after all, but I wanted to spread out my seed across the station. The farther from others it was, the better.

“You!” Someone behind me said with audible diacritics to describe excitement or outrage. I turned to look behind me. Four meters tall, twice again as long, the insectile queen approached me with high speed, claws outstretched. She was not familiar, her mottled chitin was of a different pattern than my lover.

I ducked her grasp as she swung for me. Stepped aside as she tried to pin me to a wall. She was fast, aggressive, and very very dangerous! I quickly considered how best to subdue her, there was no easy way to take her down, not like a human, but she was a woman nonetheless, a perfect vessel to release my spawn. “What.” I tried to speak, though words were now difficult for me to comprehend, let alone form. “Do… What do you need?” I managed, then ducked another swing and danced back.

“You have defiled my sister! She speaks of nothing but you now! You must be destroyed for the good of the family name!” Every statement was punctuated harshly, sharp and full of hidden meaning. She was excited, but not just angry, jealous.

I jerked my hips, the spike shot through the front of my jumpsuit and tore a hole. I jerked back as she swung, and sliced away, exposing my groin. Her chittering vocals lost coherence and the translator gave up for a moment. I leaped forward, into her reach, under her swing, then managed to leap atop one of her knees and spring off onto her back. She tried to spin toward me, but the tight confines of the passage made that difficult. I reached her abdomen and grasped the bulbous end, then thrust, once.

I speared her ventral depths and released an entire load of intensely pungent fluids. They were not tailored for her species, possibly even poisonous. I didn’t care, I would adapt, she would surrender, and in the end she would learn true endless joy. “Cease your fight, it is over, I have won my Queen.” I told her emoting with soothing diacritics. Her translator attempted, but she did cease her aggression.

She twisted in the passage and slammed me into the far wall, but I refused to release her, even as ribs cracked. It was just pain and bones, nothing truly important. I speared her inner wall, hooked barbs into one of those muscular lip like structures, and held on. She screamed in her own tongue, the translator only emitted, “Extreme distress, extreme distress,” then went silent again.

She stilled, looked back at me with sunken eyes. She looked sullen, hurt even. “Do you understand now?” I asked as I continued to flood her bowels with corrupted ejaculate.

“Is this how you subdued her?” She asked, “I feel nothing but contempt!” I thrust, hard, slammed my hips into place, and stabbed her again in another internal fold. She screamed once more and leaned into the wall for support. Again I thrust, without hook, just a deep and powerful stroke, pushing through her tight rings of muscle, each one sending a shock of pleasure to her core. “P-please stop! This is… this... this…” She moaned, so similar to the other queen, I recognized it immediately. I continued to slam home, driving her over and off the edge of her anger.

“I am not here to hurt you, nor did I harm your sister. Come back with me to my chambers, I will teach you what I taught her. No charge.”

“C-charge?! She paid you?”

“Indeed she did, with no regrets. But what I want from you requires no compensation on your part.” I didn’t need pheromones of her species to manipulate her, the resistance wilted in my hands like flakes of snow. I caressed her, stroked between the seams in her abdomen, and thrust again. “But we should be away from this hallway before someone sees our copulation. I am sure you would prefer privacy for your inevitable surrender.”

She bowed her head and sunk lower, knees buckling, “Yes, you are correct in your assessment. My shame is so great, I would not wish to shame my kin with such a display. Lead me.” I withdrew from her depths, arranged my clothes as best I could, and laid a hand upon her backside, right over her vent. The intent was clear, possessive, she shuddered and lowered her head further.

This queen too learned her place. I blanked her mind with raw pleasure, drove her into a near coma, then waited for her to arise again and blanked her mind a second time with hormones concocted just for her. Our second mating was gentler, sweeter, and more intimate than the first night. Minute by minute, hour by hour, she slipped away into an insensate breeder, her body adapting, ovulation beginning. My seed fertilized her just as it stole her soul from her.

Wisdom prevailed though, for I gave her simple instructions with care, and sent her back to her ship, body rife with unborn life. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer questions, and could tell no one of her fate, but there was no worrisome response from her ship as it departed into the night. I silently wished her well, for I would miss her.

She was only the first of the aliens to undergo my adaption. In the dark corners, I met them, subdued them, loved them, and destroyed them. Some I sent back to ships, others I hid away upon the station, to rest, recover, and eventually gestate. For months, no one was truly aware, what the leadership knew they kept to themselves. It made my duty easy.

I gazed down into the two pairs of eyes looking back up at me, both sets human. They were eager, blushing, and unaware of what was to come. Mouths open, I took hold of my member and pressed it to the lips of the first. That barest touch was enough to set me off. I filled her mouth in seconds. Her eyes wide, astonished. She swallowed. I laid my member to the second’s lips and repeated.

Dosed, their eyes glazed, trickles of sexual hunger ran down their thighs and filled the room with lusty scents. I opened my arms and welcomed them both to me. They fell into them, surrendered without hesitation, and nestled close as I felt my bowels stir. Gently, I laid them both to the bed, shut off the light, then settled over one, “You first. Relax, don’t fight, don’t struggle, don’t think about it as anything more than another night of pleasure.”

“Yes goddess,” she whispered as she arched her hips and raised her slit to kiss the underside of my member. I’d been in her position once, laying just as she, as someone knelt over my hips. I didn’t remember now who that was, or why, only that I too had been there. “I love you,” she strained and said at last, then went limp.

The stirring in my bowels grew intense, so much so that I couldn’t contain it. A flood of fluid poured down, into the cleft between her thighs, it smelled intensely sour and burned against her labia. She only whimpered. I pressed my entrance to her, then let go. A mature larva squirmed free and burrowed its way into her sex. She squirmed, writhed, moaned, then screamed one last scream of sanity. It was too late to fight. She fell back again, limp. It was done.

I climbed over the other, already deeper into my release’s influence. Her hips rose too, limply. I sat down and nestled my hips over hers. My penis drooled over her stomach as my cleft kissed her pubic mound. Then another mature larva emerged to burrow it’s way into her. She didn’t even scream. I stood and stumbled away toward the door.

I felt exhausted, the clarity of purpose had faded and my mind was clouded with confusing thoughts. Yet my body moved of its own accord as if whole and hale. I snuck into my own room again, alone, and settled into bed. I didn’t feel an urge to mate, lay, or breed. I just wanted to sleep. Confusion grew behind my eyes as forgotten dreams and desires rose to the surface. I felt like a piece of paper in a slurry, slowly dissolving, coming apart at the weakest points first, but eventually disintegrating entirely. Who was I? I had a name once. I’d forgotten that name months ago.

It wasn’t truly unconsciousness that subsumed me at last, but something darker and more final. I died, or a part of me died anyway. Used up and broken, there was no need for that old husk. From my corpse I arose, the true and real me. I looked around the filthy hovel of a room then down toward the husk I’d lived in for these past months. I remembered everything, including everything from before I’d been laid in the husk. What a small man he had been, no ambition, no desires other than hedonism.

He was still there as a part of me and would be forever, but I was more than him now, more than he could have ever imagined. Mother was there too, everything she had ever been, I knew her as I knew myself, the amalgam of two souls combined. I opened the door one last time and stepped out into the station. I could smell the rank scent of a breeding ground. This one had been fertile, a beautiful haven for my kind. It was almost at the end now, I was only the first to be born.

I found the ship I wanted, nondescript, alien, abandoned now that her pilot had been subjugated. It took only a few minutes of study to rewrite the computer system and uplink myself into it. Mother’s memories made it easy, there was so much knowledge buried within, so many different species added to the unbroken chain of self.

I requested docking clearance, it took a few tries before they responded. I could hear something in the background, moans, wet and deep. It wouldn’t be long now, my children were being born. “Y-you are clear for launch, mother,” a voice said. The docking clamps released. She knew. I grinned, then pointed my nose into the deep dark beyond.

8. Epilogue

“No ships departed the station for 782 hours, no coherent signals were emitted, no sign of intelligent life. Then exactly at 782 hours after radio silence, every docked ship on the station launched, destinations varied and unknown. An investigation was launched, but on hour 791 and a good week before arrival, the station’s fusion plant cooked off.

The fate of station residents and docking crews is unknown. Each ship has gone radio silent and shut down all emissions. The few ships who departed before the event have strange tales to tell, but none of it particularly credible. It is unlikely that this investigation will ever uncover the root cause of the disaster.

12/18/2021