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The freighter, when Lime got to inspect it, was bigger than they realized. Standing at one end, perhaps as wide as a football field, the length was twice that. With two levels and a separate upper cabin suite that was maybe two-hundred square feet or just shy of nineteen square meters. This had been a more luxury oriented freighter, the levels double height with catwalks and the occasional apartment square that could house twenty workers. There were even three greenhouse "rooms" that were more like miniature biomes with fully functional solar lighting and enough square footage to feed up to two hundred personnel!

Lime rubbed their hands, smiling to themself as they thought of the many, many advantages of having so much at their fingertips. Also! Even better news: they had been cleared for sex! And egg carrying! All was well in the Land of Lime.

But they still had to register their kids and baby-daddies and convince Black to get his party together so that the group could have a discussion and Lime could lay down the rules, go over some information, and make sure it was a Safe, Sane, and Consensual orgy for all. Orange and White would be shown how to police the event for Lime so that if something went wrong, and it probably would, let's be real, then the duo could save Lime or stop someone from going too far.

The more involved in the party, the more vigilant and aware everyone needed to be. Lime had never been a part of an orgy before, but even they knew that.

"Ffffffff, I have to draft so many contracts," they whined, playing with a few of their young sprats on the floor. The young were curious but didn't seem to want to roam far and that suited Lime just fine. One of the greenhouses would be converted into a park for the sprats so they could play and explore safely and honestly get out and about without Lime having to stand on top of them. Independence was imperative in their young due to just how many Lime planned to have. Within reason. (Actually, no, scratch that. Lime wasn't going to be reasonable when it came to being pumped up with eggs.)

Still, that left the issue of cornering Black and having him start negotiations with his planned egg-buddies so Lime could plan around that and know what was going on. There was a lot of non-standard-human-junk that was going to be at this party and Lime wanted everyone on the same page.

"You're being awfully quiet. What, White got your tongue?"

Lime looked up to Orange, beckoning him closer. "Hey, baby daddy. Where's Black and why hasn't he tried to hook up yet since I was given the green light?"

Orange sighed, settling on the floor as sprats started to climb over him. "He's helping the ship get ready for takeoff. Told him to just take off for a few hours, get his eggs out there and all, but you know how that bastard is."

Lime pondered this. They had less than twelve hours to receive and incubate Black's eggs because he had elected to continue on with his mission... somewhat. What Black hoped to do was find others like Lime among the ships and stars. That meant that, while Lime wanted the stoic stud close, they were more than willing to share the burden of restarting a race with another human and all for his search.

"Call him in. Have him call his party in, too. We need to talk about a few things since it isn't one-on-one before anyone starts anything."

Orange saluted, taking out his tablet that was nearly invisible. Within moments, Black responded to the message. Lime thought nothing of it and went about cleaning the room, setting up a platform for them to take the eggs and keep the bed clean, and putting the sprats back in their pen with a large dark colored set of covers and blankets thrown over the top. Finished with the sex prep, Lime grabbed their tablet and started pulling up the pre-written contracts of engagement they kept, modifying them a little to handle alien sex partners. The most obvious, they figured, was the egg aspect and how that would apply to future scenes as well as sexual intercourse and continued interactions.

They were sex hungry, not dumb. Being a slut did not equate being unsafe.

"And now, we wait."

Actually, they didn't wait long at all. Black ended up back at the room with ST Yellow, ST Lime, and a new Imposter ST Magenta. ST Purple was dealing with an emergency on the other side of the Station and was unable to come. Lime looked at Orange, hands on hips.

"What did you do?"

Orange put a hand on his "chest", acting aghast. "Me? Do something? Why I would never."

Lime smiled sweetly before bringing their wrist up and tapping it, Orange suddenly a mess of tentacles on the floor. "You're a jerk. Now you get to listen to what's going on and not participate."

Black put a hand on his helmet, body relaxing from battle ready. "Oh, stars. It was all a ruse?"

Lime frowned. "Whatever he said, probably. But, with everyone more or less here, I'd like to sit you all down. That is, if you have a few minutes to spare." They dropped on the bed, bouncing a little. "It's pretty important for anyone wishing to brood me without leaving with me."

Looks were shared, sounds of alien chatter filling the room. Black settled himself in one of the chairs relocated to the room, leaning back as his form wavered and extra limbs splayed over the upholstery. They were nice chairs, very bougie. Lime figured someone lifted them from a higher-up's rooms since none of them technically matched outside of the standard Station colors.

Magenta hummed before pulling up Purple's hologram, including the other in the improvised meeting. Lime was curious, but would corner one of their ride-or-die alien boyfriends later. Right now was negotiation time.

"Alright, my non-humans! I have a small packet for each of you that I'm sending now-" pings filled the room, "-and it's going to explain the Do's and Don't's of humans and me specifically. If you have questions after you finish reading it, let me know, but I'm going to be talking, so if you need to interrupt, raise your hand."

Most nodded along, already starting to read. Good. What they didn't listen to, they would get in other ways. "Alright, moving on. Each packet has information on physical limitations, my limitations, and what to do if you cannot curb your urges to brood me without injury. I'm small, soft, and physically not a match for any of you, so this is my safety talk. You will also be made aware of the fact that I have a cervix and not an egg pouch. There is a difference. My wetworks are more delicate. You do not pry it open, got that?"

Stars, it felt like Lime was giving a seminar. BDSM with your neighborhood aliens, Class 101. "After that, we have the contracts that state that you will not come after me or force me to brood for you again without first talking to me. Consent is sexy. Be sexy. Negating the contract means drastic measures will be taken. Next! Be self-aware! There is more than one of you and only one singular me. That means you will watch what's going on and gage the mood. Orange and White will be policing this event for the safety and well-being of everyone, but especially me. Like I said: small human, big aliens, precautions, precautions, precautions. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."

There was a hand. Lime pointed to them. "Yes?"

"This says that your internal mechanisms, or womb, can expand up to five hundred times its size but in reality can only expand so far. What does that mean?"

Lime smiled. "Good question, Magenta. It means that I haven't had literal months to slowly expand my internal wet works and that forcing my womb to that size would do one of three things: kill me as I explode and then slowly bleed out on the inside; cause me severe rupturing that could scar me for life but would also take me off the market as a carrier when I survived due to scar tissue; or would render me entirely sterile in all the wrong ways and possibly expel all eggs in a "miscarriage" of the eggs due to external stessors."

There was silence for a while before Orange spoke up. "Well, that's not horrifying at all." His voice was as dry as any desert Lime had been to. "I believe that makes me extremely uncomfortable. Let's not do that."

Lime gave a grim smile. "That's why we're going over that shit now and not after the fact. I am, fortunately, smarter than that. You're literal aliens. Or, reverse that, I'm the alien. We do not understand everything about each other. Leaping before you look doesn't always work out as well as it did with Orange, White, and I. That was a fluke, a weird and strange little miracle. White hurt me when he stuffed me like he did, but I'm a masochistic little shit, I like it when it hurts a little. What I do not like is when it hurts a hell of a lot." Lime leaned forward, arms crossed. "Dying would hurt like a motherfucker. Let's make sure I don't do that."

White raised a shaky hand. "I vote that we not kill our carrier. Aye?"

It was a universal vote.