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Hello, and welcome, gentle reader. Thank you for joining me on another depraved exodus into the strange and alluring stories that spring from my perverted mind. This particular gem sprouted while sitting in a very boring work meeting. The whole thing! Just like that!

Without further ado, enjoy.

Just Another Day On The Frontier: A Xeno Tale.

Life had its ups and downs near the bleeding edge of civilized space. There were days where life was normal. Hydroponics was working. The air recycler was fresh. And there was plenty of work and fuel. Other days, the unforgiving oppression of a trillion open miles of lifeless void were the least worrisome thing.

For Samira Pickett, it was the later.

She had discarded her helmet nearly two hours ago. The creature was invisible to its sensors, and only obstructed her vision because of it. The acrid stench of burnt dust, caused by sputtering carbon dioxide filters, filled the station's tepid atmosphere. It was thick, heavy, yet cold as the heaters flickered with the arrhythmic heartbeat of the deep space platform. The flight suit she wore clung to her skin under layers of caked on filth, industrial coolant, and dried sweat.

Samira had not seen another living human in what felt like days as she crept down shattered corridors. Lights flashed in their sickly recesses, casting her path in a nightmarish strobe.

****

Getting to the station was difficult. Situated in the midst of an asteroid belt, only Pickett's talents and nimble blockade runner vessel insured safe passage through thickets of void-born danger. Encoded call signs given to the Prowler before entering the belt let them find the station. With the facility built entirely into an asteroid, it insulated the emissions of normal existence in the big empty. From heat to radiation, to electromagnetic, the owners and operators of the station did not want it to be found.

As soon as the smuggler had landed her ship, the creeping feeling had gone from a spine tingle to the spacer's sixth sense doing back flips in her brain. Every fiber of the woman's being screamed to turn the Prowler around. Pickett had heard many rumors of secret black box experiments the core world governments chose to perform away from prying eyes. Every spacer worth their salt had. But with landing gear deployed and docking clamps in place, a tiny voice in her head desperately pleaded for Samira to get out of there.

But she did not. Her partner of nearly twenty years, Hammond, had worn that big stupid grin he always did. Even when her hands were shaking on the Prowler's controls, his steadiness rubbed off. Curiosity had always gotten the better of the man. Pickett more than once had dragged him away from a resident snake oil salesmen. Every dock had some, and Hammond always seemed to find one. Oblivious as ever, her partner calmed her down.

One of the troopers came by and instructed the two to try and access the station's automated diagnostic system from the bay. Their job description had included systems analytics, so the smugglers suited up and left the safety of the Prowler. The commandos were all geared up and performing checks on each other's equipment on the dock before heading out to see what had happened to the station's crew. The advance squad was about a dozen, with another hundred mustering in the smuggler's cargo hold.

Nothing about the men that they were taking to the distressed station at first seemed off. They were gruff, and kept to themselves. Nothing out of the ordinary. Their type were the same across the stars. Having spliced into the commando's wireless communications right before disembarking their Prowler, the two spacers overheard a conversation they were not supposed to. The squad leader was discussing sending the smugglers out as bait.

"Bait for what?" Hammond challenged.

Quick as a flash, a gun was drawn. Hammond launched himself at the leader, going for the man's sidearm. The two wrestled over the weapon, with the others unable to get a clean shot.

"Run!" Hammond shouted without looking. His voice filled the speakers of Samira's helmet. She did as she was told, picking an open door and sprinting for her life, then turning a corner hard before anyone could get a bead on her. It all happened so fast, there was only room for action. Indecision was death.

Samira heard the report and echoing thunder of a life ending and although a knife of grief stabbed through her heart, her steps did not falter.

That had been the beginning of Samira's journey into the bowels of the dying station.

The illicit science operation was a sprawling affair, winding through the depths of the metal-rich asteroid. Every step inward showed more signs that the endeavor had gone catastrophically wrong. Some corridors looked as though a bomb had gone off. One with talons that could rip through bulkheads. Whatever the governor of Volnor had hired the station's crew to do, it had not gone as planned.

Unarmed and alone, Pickett's only thought was to find a place to hide and wait out the troopers. She would sneak back aboard the Prowler and get the hell out of there. Patience would see her through the crisis. The seasoned spacer chose her hiding place carefully, huddling beneath the cracked coolant case of a power substation. There was enough white noise and temperature distortion that the smuggler would be invisible to the hunting assault troopers.

Sweeping through the area like nanites into a tumor, the thick carapace of the armor the stalkers wore made them appear more machine than man. Even though she knew it did not help, Pickett held her breath as the boots of one trooper stopped mere feet from her sanctuary. The only sound was the steady clunk of plate hitting decks, clicking radios, and the slow drip of broken machinery. For the moment, the smuggler had her black market transceiver turned off, lest they use it to track her.

That was when she got her first look at the alien organism. Through the narrow slit of her hiding place, she only caught glimpses.

For a few minutes, the cacophonous noise was almost too much to bear. Booming magnetic rifles mixed with audible electrical discharge. Pandemonium reigned as Samira witnessed ethereal limbs rip through armored men like a plasma cutter through paper. What few bits of the monster cutting down the commandos revealed a being that could phase through solid matter seemingly at will, becoming incorporeal to reach prey in places its bulk could not fit.

Then, everything was quiet once more.

Adrenaline surged anew through blood vessels dilated to their widest. Though she tried to still her breathing, the increased oxygen needs forced her lungs open. Even through her helmet, the scent of ozone plugged up her nose. She would soon learn this to be her only warning of the creature's presence.

Four glowing eyes, on the side of an alien visage blinked in a line before vanishing.

Despite waiting and waiting, as soon as Samira quit her sanctuary, the alien was on her.

Once again, she ran.

Deeper and deeper, believing every breath to be her last. Yet, when she was brave enough to glance over her shoulder, Samira was alone again, and hopelessly lost.

In all her years, spanning possibly hundreds of systems from core to backwater, the smuggler had never seen anything like what was pursuing her. Whether actual alien, or some messed up experimental thing, the woman could not guess, and did not really care. Not when the sum total of this job seemed bound to end in death regardless of genesis of the thing about to eat her. The thing could teleport, phase through walls, kill a person wearing military grade assault trooper exo armor, and probably knew where she was by smelling Pickett's fear for all she knew.

Despite the fear that loomed large enough to swallow her whole, the woman carried on.

****

For two days, the creature toyed with her.

It would appear in front of her, behind her, below her. Ghostly, yet real enough to disembowel her with a cross glance. The woman had hidden in lockers, under desks, and in giant industrial machinery stacks. All to avoid a grisly end. There was no fighting such a predator. Only flight. Her only hope of survival lay in getting back to her ship. Having keyed back into the commando's radio chatter, she heard the messy death of the last squad and used the opportunity to make her final break.

After hours and days had blurred into one long darkly tinted nightmare, salvation was in sight. At the end of a long corridor, her Prowler squatted on its landing gear. Never in all her life had she been happier to see the sleek vessel. Seconds trudged by, creeping, listening the asthmatic air circulators struggle, straining her ears and nose for any sign of her pursuer as the smuggler made her way to freedom.

The only warning Samira had was the faint aroma of ozone before claws reached out of the dark and knocked her against a bulkhead. Electrical discharge hung heavily in the stagnant air.

As if her blood and nerves were exposed to open vacuum, she stood utterly frozen. Obeying baser instincts, the woman screwed her eyes as tightly shut as she could. If she was to die, she could not face it.

Yet, the killing blow did not fall.

Fearfully, she opened an eye, just a crack. The monster was there, staring at her. Four sets of eyes blinked in alternating pairs along a bony crest. The shadows themselves appeared to cling to the black and grey hide. Nose slits on the end of the long muzzle flared and the tip of a forked tongue flickered between the lower mandibles.

The deadly xeno was exceptionally long and serpentine. A muscular neck led to a developed upper body. Yet the segmented plates which protected its torso gave way to a rather slim waist. Titanium cords of muscle and sinew rippled across the creature's wider hips. It had two legs, though they were rather small proportionately. What gave the being its sinuous stride were the trio of tentacles that sprouted like tails, each thicker around than Samira's torso. Triple jointed limbs, each ending in a deadly scythe-like blade sprouted from each shoulder. They were currently folded against the thing's back however.

Too afraid to speak, to move, to breathe, Samira shivered uncontrollably as her heart beat hard enough to make the woman shake.

Peculiar minutes scraped by, with the xeno regarding the human like she was the specimen. A subject to be scrutinized.

"Uh, hi. Please don't kill me. I just want to get to my ship?" The spacer begged, panting, desperate for air.

Emitting an indecipherable series of clicks and growls, the creature crackled with raw current.

"Holy fucking shit." Pickett whispered as the serpentine killer got so close, she could see dust motes billowing from its breath. The scythe-like limbs were not pointing at her, but Samira knew full well what they were capable of.

Near enough to touch, the creature performed the strangest motion. It took the three long talons of its lower appendages and brought them in front of it face in a criss-cross pattern. Shoving its nose against its interlaced fingers repeatedly, Pickett was at first too terrified to understand, wondering if it was playing one last game with its food. Then the xeno turned all six digits up, pushing its snout against them, before nudging its bizarre visage through the fingers.

"You're... Trapped? Caged?" Samira ventured.

The alien thing made a very exaggerated nod in the affirmative and repeated the gesture one last time.

"And... You want out? To be free."

Another nod. This time a bit faster.

"Well, since my ship is just... Right there, I can offer you a ride. If you want, I guess. Could just drop you off on Volnor. Pay a visit to the governor."

Upon mentioning the planet and bastard who had sent the kill team, the alien reared back with a soft hiss.

"Nonononono! I'm no friend of his. Believe me. You probably want that asshole dead too, huh?"

In the awkward quiet that followed, the smuggler shuffled uncomfortably step by step in the direction of her ship. Only with great restraint did Pickett keep herself from shooting off like a frightened animal. Stiffly, the spacer turned and marched to the ramp of her prowler, keenly aware of the alien sticking very close to her heel. Up the ramp, through the spacious cargo hold, to the front of the ship.

Though she said nothing, the human woman was still ready to seal the cockpit door and vent the rest of her ship. The xeno had stayed glued to her. Never falling out of claw reach. Although the entirety of the creature could not fit into the piloting area of her Prowler, it had crammed its sinuous upper half, literally breathing down her neck as it watched Pickett work the controls of her ship to get the dock open and then clear of the derelict station.

"Okay, we're on course for Volnor Prime. It should take about five days to get-" Samira was cut off as the xeno grabbed her by the shoulders of her flight suit and dragged her backwards over the worn seat.

Kicking and screaming for her life, Pickett thrashed as hard as she could. Spurred on by adrenaline, the woman gave it her all, unwilling to let it end after actually making it back aboard her Prowler.

The creature set her back down in the hold. Tumbling onto her rear, the smuggler backed up until she ran into a stack of crates and could go no further. Her backside throbbed, as the deck did not provide any cushion for her fall.

"Please, I did what you wanted. Don't kill me." Pickett shook her head emphatically, hoping that if it did not understand her words, then maybe her actions. Her arms were held up in a futile gesture of forbearance.

The alien gave a peculiar 'ruk-ruk-ruk' noise, working its mouth parts in time. Little did the human know, the xeno was laughing.

With the imposing bulk of the alien looming over her, Samira gasped as talons danced up her thighs and chest before hooking through holes in her clothing.

Samira quickly caught onto what the alien was after.

"Woah there, big fella. I'm not really built for you. Don't you wanna find a nice lady... Uh... Thing? I'm all fleshy and stringy."

Slim hope was there, yet Pickett did not think she would make it back to Volnor Prime without being obedient. And that meant there was not much wiggle room to get around having interspecies relations with an alien. Between that and a messy death, there was little competition.

The alien freed the woman from her suit as a terrestrial chef would shuck an oyster. And much like a mollusk, beneath her shell the human was a deathly pale and fragile animal. Her skin had really never been touched in any meaningful way by a sun. Like many people that lived and made their living among the open ocean of stars, Samira was tall and thin, possessing only modest feminine swell of bust and butt. Light brown hair that cascaded down her back was held back by a simple braid, now quite messy.

As the xeno peeled the flight suit off of her, the woman shivered. The ship was only set on basic life support and the heater had not kicked on yet. She only wore plain panties underneath her suit. Mostly to keep her thatch of sensitive hair between her legs from catching on the zipper. The smuggler had learned that lesson early. Her humble breasts bounced free, pebbled buds growing stiff in the cold.

It picked up the human as easily as a child would a doll, setting the woman standing up in the coils of its tails. Then it began to explore, touching and licking at her naked flesh. When the searching grasp of the alien grazed her erect nipple, Samira gasped loudly. Claws traced her ribs in a ticklish way as it plucked at her breasts. The intake of air through the nose-slits of the entity tickled along the human's belly. Just above the waistband of her underwear, the creature nuzzled into the supple paunch of the small spacer.

Continuing to display its cleverness, the alien easily removed the obstructing cloth by snipping through the panties with its jaws.

The xeno's face bent down and inspected the human's slit. Finding it pleasing, the mouth parts opened and latched onto the woman's crotch. Caught between the terror of the xeno eating her and concern that touching it would lead to those sharp mandible slicing her in half, Samira held as still as she could. Fortunately, the alien's teeth were set in a way that did not endanger the woman. Something long and slippery that Pickett hoped was just a tongue lapped along the pouting outer lips of her sex.

Against all thoughts to the contrary, Samira's traitorous anatomy responded. Her pussy grew slick as something slippery parted her mound, inner flesh yielding to the strength of the creature. The firm appendage probed a little deeper, spreading the smuggler's plush walls. Once seated, the xeno started to apply suction on the woman's labia. Quite a bit actually. Enough that the human squirmed at first in discomfort, then soon in delight as blood rushed to her nethers and became engorged.

Drawn from out of its shy hood, the woman's clit was soon swollen and overly sensitive. The alien tongue circled the love button and continued to lick the sopping sheath Pickett's cunny soon was. As the suction did its magic, Samira perceived her own heartbeat in her nub. There was no room for fear of what would happen. There was only room for the all-consuming pleasure. A high unlike anything the woman had ever experienced shattered her mind for a moment. The stars themselves dripped a little ecstasy down her spine. Girly cum laced with hormones and desire gushed from her puffy slit.

The alien's suckling mouth parts emitted a much wetter noise as the beast pulled on the human's leaking hole. Continuing to suck on her delicates until Samira stopped twitching, the xeno rumbled, and pulled away. Left a quivering mess, her cunt drooled thick honey. The lips of her sex were puffy, and glistened with juices from the suction of the creature's oral ministrations.

Pickett was no tantric love nun, and now understood the appeal of pursuing perfect pleasure. She had never experienced an orgasm quite like it. Shuddering, her thoughts drifted in a jumbled mess as she saw the xeno lick its jaws, freeing itself from the strings of arousal that connected the thing's face to Samira's crotch like gossamer webbing.

Performing the sex act even on another species must have had some parallels because the alien was definitely excited. Standing tall from between two plates near the alien's pelvic area, was what Pickett assumed to be some kind of sexual organ. The human felt some relief. What she guessed was the thing's cock was actually fairly unassuming as far as alien genitalia went. If she was going to have to fuck the thing, at least she would not need reconstructive surgery afterwards.

A little high on the euphoria of her orgasm, Samira thought fair was fair and wanted to know what was doubtlessly going to be inside her soon. When she reached for it and the alien did not pull away or offer protest, the smuggler took it as permission. Indeed, the thing watched her curiously.

Grasping about midway down the shaft, Pickett found the alien member very spongy. It had a lot of give. A more firm inner core ran along the length of the shaft. The whole organ seemed prehensile too. The woman could bend it back and forth freely. Although it was very long. Fourteen inches at least if Samira was any judge. If the xeno thought the human was endowed enough to fit all of its length, it would soon be disappointed.

Thick precum drooled from the end of the creature's cock as Samira stroked the shaft. Realizing that the alien's bodily fluids might be... Incompatible with her fragile human biology, Samira touched the precum carefully. She rubbed a glob of it between her fingers first. When her skin did not begin bubbling or melting off, the woman could only hope that it would not kill her when it was done fucking her.

Eager to begin, two of the tentacle tails snaked around Samira's legs and spread her wide. Her swollen labia parted slightly, pink nub poking out the top.

Once lined up, the thick tip of the creature's cock wormed its way into the human. Samira groaned in slight discomfort as her cunny was opened by the intruder. It felt about as thick inside her as she remembered a normal partner would have been. Not horrible, yet still strange. The thick, spongy flesh of the xeno's spire had a peculiar texture. As Samira's walls dragged along the length being shoved between the lips of her sex, the woman squeezed and found the cock compressed within her. This made it at least marginally more comfortable to bear.

Surprisingly, the massive beast did very little thrusting. Pickett had a little xenobiological knowledge. Most of it came from Hammond having discussed at length the mating habits of weird critters. Many an elaborate coupling ritual ended after only a few minutes of actual intercourse. The woman with the alien cock in her dearly wished this to be the case.

The xeno's breathing was heavy and labored as its cock flexed and the wide head expanded to engulf the guarded bulge of her cervix. Heaving and straining, the xeno's abdominal muscles roiled as its powerful muscles prepared the body of the female underneath it. Jelly-like fluid was smeared all along Samira's inner walls. Unbeknownst to the woman, a subtle electric charge began to build, massaging her body into conformity, to receive the alien's clutch.

Wiggling her hips in discomfort at the peculiar sensation, Pickett wondered what the creature could possibly be doing. It felt as though the alien cock was at once sucking on and pushing against her insides. A sharper jolt passed through her sensitive cunny.

With the opening of her womb opened just a slight bit, a thick glob of special liquid splashed through. Once through, the substance absorbed the surrounding fluid and expanded. The smuggler jumped as her depths were forced wide. Her eyes flew open, her teeth set on edge, and she gripped the tails wrapped around her legs with white knuckles. It felt like someone had stuck a knife into her womb and had just given a sharp twist. For about a minute, Samira endured moderate pain until analgesics from the expanding agent kicked in and took the edge off.

Tears streaming down her face, the human woman whimpered in distress.

Above her, consumed by the task it had set itself to, the xeno pulled back its appendage enough to change the angle. The very tip of its pointed organ snagged the opening of her womb. More and more powerful charges made the human's muscles conform to the foreign entity inside her.

Horrified, the human felt the xeno sink deeper and deeper. More and more of its length was impossibly fed past the lips of her sex as it took advantage of all the extra room it had made inside her. Its groin came flush with her hips. Pickett could not believe that she had taken so much cock. Her love tunnel was just not that long.

Once buried to the hilt, the creature resumed its peculiar pelvic convulsions. At least it gave the poor woman a chance to rest.

Or so she thought.

It was not a cock, but an ovipositor that penetrated the lips of her sex all the way into her furthest chalice. A bulge traveled from inside the alien until it reached their union. Combined with the ovipositor, the gelatinous egg made the shaft expand to the size of the human's fist. With a heavy push and powerful contraction, the orb was forced through Samira's petals. Her hole splayed obscenely wide with its girth.

The realization that it was not a male with its cock in her, but a female laying eggs, confused, then horrified Pickett. The smuggler was well traveled to be sure, but something of a shut in. She had read many stories about helpless virgins landing on other planets only to be turned into seedbeds by licentious foreign entities. It was always fantasy though, never real. On a particularly memorable station she had even seen sex toys for sale to pleasure oneself in just such a way.

It hurt at first. It hurt like someone had shoved an apple into her poor womanhood. Her walls throbbed in protest at being wrenched so wide. Her pelvic muscles were not nearly strong enough to halt the egg's inward progress. Realizing this, she tried to relax, only to tense up more when another popped through into her cunny. Her petals were still puffed up to vulgar proportions from the xeno's mouth. Already plump lips were deformed by the rippling ovipositor.

When the first one reached her cervix, she was nearly in tears. Even though she felt full to bursting, her sore tunnel trying not to bear down anymore, there was still more to come. Over and over she endured the contraction and then release of the widest part of each sphere stretching her to the limit, then passing.

Warm, nutrient rich liquid flowed around the eggs. The female xeno had a deep reservoir of the suspension to cradle the orbs and provide lubrication in her ovipositor and into the chosen host. Pickett sobbed and let out an audible gasp when the sheer weight straining against her sacred chalice overcame the stubbornness of her cervix. The first one was the hardest.

Both the xeno and the woman panted. One in exertion of depositing herself within, and the other from being forced to take the burden. Every couple of breaths, Samira had to brace herself again as her womb filled. Each seed carried its own protective mucus, bloating the human's insides. Her cervix was plugged by the alien's stamen, not allowing a drop to leak out.

It got to the point where Pickett circled an arm around her stomach as it distended with the volume of fluid and objects gushing through her pussy. A growing pressure built in her abdomen, Samira moaning despondently as she bloated. Thankfully the creature was not pressing down on her belly as it roiled. The woman had enough wiggle room to adjust herself to ease the uncomfortable swelling. As she lifted her rear, the xeno followed her, keeping the angle of its penetration.

Just as the human woman thought she could take no more, the xeno slowed. It stayed more than a foot buried in her battered pussy, but pushed no more eggs. Samira had lost count of how many no resided inside her. It had to be nearly a dozen.

The female then crooned with affection. Not at Pickett, at something behind her. Struggling in the alien embrace, the woman was able to look back, and her heart nearly exploded in her chest.

Another alien emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit cargo area. A second dreadful killing machine.

"Oh fuck. You must have snuck onboard before I left. There were two of you. Those troopers were screaming about being surrounded."

A low bastardization of a purr and growl reverberated from the female xeno. The male slid to her and the pair nuzzled one another in an oddly touching display. There was care, even tenderness in how the two touched each other. Their lower jaws clicked happily as the two intertwined tails, arms, talons, and tongues.

Then their gazes fell upon the smuggler.

"Uh oh." She spoke.

With no further warning, the long laying organ was pulled entirely out of Samira's body with an embarrassingly loud slurp. Her contents shifted and it felt like pounds of gelatin was trying to slide out of her drooling hole. The glued mass of eggs was too large to emerge from her cervix all at once, so the entrance of her womb distended under the weight, stuffed and plugged up with syrupy mucus.

With her powerful tails, the female rotated Samira so that her leaking cunt was offered to the male.

Deeply pitched rumbling came from the male in approval of his mate's choice of surrogates. His cock, though not as long as the ovipositor was rife with ridges and a pointed tip for easier penetration.

The male, erect, equipped with a proper cock took the place of his mate in the human's hole. Utterly drenched in lube, and with Pickett having been prepped thoroughly by brutal egg-laying beforehand, the tool, thick as the eggs, plunged into hot ready human pussy, still swollen lips trying vainly to stay closed. Velvet walls parted easily before the bulk of the male, claiming the hole his mate lay bare for him. Before any of her contents could spill, the male had taken his mate's place, sinking into the previously occupied slit with a wet splorch.

Even doubly fucked, Pickett's ordeal was far from over.

With her front now occupied, the female moved to the smuggler's rear. Just as the alien had worked the human's pussy into its engorged state, the lower mandibles closed around her thighs from the back and an alien tongue worked her other hole.

When the same suction was applied to her butt, Samira could not hold in her throaty moans. Even if she had been in the mood for strange new experiences, the eggs were a little much for the girl. Having something at least cock shaped fucking her hole that was meant to be humped and came in was reminiscent of natural mating. Once inside, the male xeno set a good pace, quickly losing himself to the pleasures the human's slick velvet femininity could offer.

Even while the female had its jaws around her rear, the male did not slow. Once he was buried up to the hilt, cocktip nestled through the human's cervix with his lover's clutch crowding in, his claws grabbed Samira's ankles. The female moved hers down to cradle the woman's thighs.

Fortunately, as Pickett's delicates were stretched, they were given a little help. The first few eggs were enough to put her human limits to the test. Once she had reached those bounds, a subtle tingling had permeated her abdomen, and no matter how the pressure grew, the smuggler was in no danger from suffering any potentially fatal rupturing. With careful electrochemical manipulation, her body expanded to equal a normal human's second trimester pregnancy.

As her nethers were stirred by thick manhood, and her rear given the same suction treatment from earlier, Samira could feel another orgasm coming on. She resisted the crest of her climax.

The girl was helpless to stop anything that was happening to her. She had never been made to cum before. It was humiliating and shameful. She did not want to feel good from having a pair of aliens violate her to her core. Sobbing, Samira wiggled, unable to gain any leverage with how her legs were held. Futilely, the woman beat one puny fist against the wall of muscle in front of her while the other held onto her belly.

Against all expectations, the two xenos slowed down. The male paused in his thrusting, letting the girl sink down onto his root to let her rest a moment. Whimpering, she pressed her forehead against the warm chest, inhaling the heady scent of ionized air the two exuded.

Even more improbable, the torso vibrated, the huge creature rumbling as a scythe limb touched her cheek with all the tenderness of an actual human lover. At the contact, Samira could not shake the feeling that she was the one being regarded as a dumb animal. Like she needed to be corralled and soothed so as not to be spooked. Measured electrical tingling passed between the aliens, with Pickett as the conduit. Glancing into the glowing eyes of the male revealed a soulful being. Intelligence and empathy glittered with such vibrancy, the woman could not bear the contact long.

In a day of impossibilities, she should have screamed and railed against the hypnotic power of the aliens. Yet, it worked, and the woman found her heart easing from its racing pace.

After a few minutes of much easier going, the female pulled its mouth away from the pucker of the human's rear and gently slid into the human's other hole. The electricity and the ovipositor already being slathered in lube and jelly made it considerably easier on the woman to take it up the ass. The added stimulation on the other side of her love tunnel helped too.

Deeper and deeper the female plunged, until once again she was all the way in the human, tip nestled right against the entrance of Samira's intestines. The smuggler lost herself gradually to the amorous indulgence offered by anal. Her pucker was engorged much like her bulging flower, and the sensitive nerves sang with galvanizing aid. She cried out in libidinous outrage as the female alien pushed an egg through her poor backside.

All the attention and molten pleasure radiating from her shamefully drooling cunt distracted her from the eggs being forced into her insides. At least she had the benefit of lots of slippery alien mucus. And once the eggs were beyond the ring of muscle, her backside accepted the stretch with much greater ease.

Between the two xenos, the woman was lifted into the air. High enough that she was able to grab one of the low ceiling support struts and hang on for dear life. As the aliens became much more fervent in their exotic coitus, the smuggler's bulging belly sloshed. Her butt received the same treatment that her womb had, adding to the already prodigious clutch inside her. The thin barrier between her two holes was scrapped by both male and female tools at an increasing pace.

Strangely fascinated, Samira felt very much like a passenger just along for the ride. The two xenos were busy with one another, crooning and rubbing every intertwined limb with passion. The human was definitely aware of how the presence of the female's ovipositor spurned on the male. His breathing was more ragged, and his thrusting less rhythmic as he became lost in his own ecstasy.

Both terrifying and awe inspiring, the gigantic killing machines displayed ardent affection for each other, and relative gentleness with the fragile extension of their mating between them. If truly lost to pleasure, Pickett was pretty sure that body weight alone would kill her. The pair were mindful of the increasingly bloated surrogate egg chamber caught in the middle.

All three conjoined beings moaned. The male in particular, his mandibles hanging open as he rocked the human with thrusts. Skin slapping hide filled the cavernous space as the well endowed alien came. The strength of his hips nearly bruised Samira's thighs, and made her ass bounce up and down on the female's stamen.

Even though she was already plugged up to her ovaries in jelly-like sacs, the woman's drooling cunt acutely informed her of the pulses and throbs as the huge male unloaded hot spunk into her already soupy chalice. Ropes of viscous inhuman cum moved down the second strange organ to be jammed into the poor woman's core. Unbelievably egg heavy, the woman continued to hold on as her contents were fertilized.

Between the fresh delivery of soft eggs expanding her intestines and the new mixture sloshing in her womb, Pickett came. Rippling cunny and clenching pucker milked both aliens simultaneously. Discharge passed through the woman, rewarding her reaction and compliant flesh. Though her body was betraying her, Samira was not overcome by anxiety as she had before. Feminine honey leaked around the tool lodged between her petals to drip all the way to the bulging tube in her rear. Shaking and bucking uncontrollably, the human's reaction made the female repeat her alien laugh from earlier.

For the otherworldly beings, the human was more than just a soft, squeaky sex toy. Though her tight holes afforded pleasure beyond compare. It was rather cute how the pale thing mewled under her mate's attention. The female allowed her lover to use the girl's sheath until he eased down from his climax. Until it was time to switch again, that is.

Exploited bodily until she was nearly insensate, the spacer could only whine as her insides protested their abuse as cock and egg-tube were retracted. Her entire groin was a sticky mess of creamy jizz, conductive jelly, lube, mucus, and her own cum. Samira held her lumpy belly as the xenos switched again. The human let go of the hanging support and sagged fully into the embracing coils of tail appendages.

Fat cock sank easily into her stretched rear while the female resumed her place in Pickett's cunny. The pucker of her ass offered moderate resistance, and a lot of squishy velvet to please her captors. There was one more clutch to fertilize after all.

The male did not last nearly as long the second time. His spire was sensitive, and rubbing the knot of sacs just on the other side of the human's insides was stimulating to the spade-tip of his member. And with his mate resting, he could more control the pace to better suit him. He built his tempo with patience, indulging in the safety and security of the cargo hold. Yet he gave no pause, rutting the human's backside to his content. His seed spilled forth in a hot torrent, flowing down his length to splash the virile load into the waiting clutch.

While her partner was busy, the female's groin became partially amorphous. Chitin and hide flowed and enveloped Samira's entire crotch. Squeezing each other one more time, the pair of aliens drifted off into dormancy, their ritual complete for now.

Panting from the anal pounding she had just been subjected to, Samira lamented the state of herself and wondered what was about to happen. The xenos had fallen dormant, still buried to the hilt inside her, but motionless. Their eyes were closed, and she felt the electrical hum fade away. Both xenos had reclined back into their own nests of limbs, giving the woman a bit of wiggle room to stretch her legs. Yet, the mixture of fluids had congealed into an adhesive that kept her holes impaled.

"You're not just gonna fuck a girl, and leave her like this, are you?" The spacer pleaded to the comatose walls of dusky hide. There was no response from either of the creatures as she pulled for all she was worth, to no avail.

"MAC!" Samira shouted, futilely trying to dislodge her holes from the aliens cemented there. "Ugh, fuck. This fucking sucks. Fuck." The spacer cursed. Looking around, she spotted her flight suit on the ground nearby.

After a few minutes of grunting, gasping, and straining, she managed to hook a frayed thread with a toe and dragged her clothing a millimeter at a time until she could grab it. On the wrist of the article was a compact device that could link her to the ship's artificial intelligence.

"MAC!" She yelled into the receiver.

"This is your Modular Artificial Companion, what can I do for you Boss Lady?" Came the smooth synthetic voice of the Prowler's onboard computer. Much like the other aftermarket accessories added to the blockade runner, MAC was very illegal to own. Hence why he was kept turned off most of the time and no docking system was allowed wireless access.

"MAC, run full ship diagnostics. Make sure we're not hemorrhaging anything important, then get me a medical scan as fast as you can. I bet those fuckers did something before they went after me."

There was a split second pause before the ship intelligence program spoke again.

"Green across the board, but that's a no go on the personal scan. Someone took the portable station with them. There's only what's in the emergency kits. Holy shit, toots, what happened to you?"

She was sore, sticky, and about two hours of alien sex session overdue for a shower. A real shower. With soap, water, and shampoo.

"Yes, there's two aliens with their dick and dick-egg-laying thing stuck inside me."

"Kinky."

"You're lucky I'm lonely or else your Turing settings would be off fast enough to make your circuits spin." Pickett threatened, crossing her arms over her tender breasts.

"What happened to Hammond?" MAC asked with an empathetic tone. The artificial intelligence was Hammond's idea. The three of them together had spent many long hauls talking. Now they were only two.

"He... Didn't make it." Samira said quietly, feeling the slow rise and fall of the xenos breathing beneath her.

"I got his flat-line signal. Was it the aliens?" There was an edge to MAC's voice that no normal artificial intelligence was allowed to display. The kind of tone that promised swift explosive decompression.

"Actually... No. The troopers did it. They were going to use us as bait to lure these guys out of hiding. I don't think the aliens would have hurt Hammond. The big goof always had a thing for weird shit."

"Wow, fuck those guys."

This made Samira smile.

"We're dropping off the two... Passengers on Volnor Prime then getting the fuck out of this system."

"Since you're rather indisposed, I'll handle getting us there."

"Make sure you set down off grid. Activate the cloaking before we approach. I have a feeling they won't be very happy to be getting these guests."

"Roger that, Boss Lady. Can I get you anything?"

"Some water. Definitely. And hey, check these two against every database you have. I wanna know how screwed I am." The woman rubbed her belly, feeling the taut skin with very little give.

"I mean, it looks like the fornicating is already-"

"MAC," Pickett growled.

"Sorry, just a second. And, no known matches. These things have no traits shared with any known or catalogued species in the galaxy. Either undiscovered, extra-galactic, or engineered."

"Of course not. Why would these things be just harmless bullshit?" A surge of rage at the universe at large, at greedy planetary governors, of stupid human interference, and her own stupidity for not listening to her gut when she had the chance flowed through the smuggler. And then it dissipated just as quickly. The spacer heaved a sigh.

She could not even rightfully be mad at every one of the troopers or science station people that had no doubt perished. No one thinks of themselves as the bad guy. Samira had learned to carve out her tiny chunk of the universe, and be happy dodging customs and making a profit at the same time.

"Just bring me a tablet. I think I'm stuck. And I really don't want to piss these guys off. And please, for my sake, turn on the damn heater in here."

****

The days in transit to Volnor were spent on a flashed instance of the galactic net or watching reruns of some of her favorite planetary broadcasts. Idle curiosity had the smuggler searching for anything related to the creatures. MAC had advanced algorithms, and could fly the Prowler himself, but lacked the subtle finesse of a human's touch. After hours spent fruitlessly scouring obscure scientific journals, and alien experts, the spacer gave up.

In the intervening time, she never got hungry, and only ever slightly thirsty. Fortunately her connection to the female carried away her waste. At least it was better than a catheter.

Samira was taking one of her many naps when a new sensation grew within her. She had been having strange and vivid dreams about the life growing inside her. The woman's belly was positively gravid. It looked like she was about to pop out triplets any minute. And that comparison was not wholly wrong.

A squirming roused the human from slumber.

Fear stabbed icy needles through her heart as a contraction rippled along her pelvic muscles. This was a signal, as the xenos roused to motion for the first time since completing their mating ritual with Pickett as their surrogate. Uncoiling themselves, numerous cracks and leathery groans issued from the waking beasts. Although the next contraction was not painful in any way, it was certainly intense, and set the smuggler's teeth on edge. Warmth spread from the human's union with the foreign bodies.

With their flexible forms, the male and female tore away the connection, becoming three separate organisms once more. Just as quickly, the two at last retracted themselves from the human's sex and rear.

Having gotten used to the foreign presence spreading her holes, the sudden shift made a sickeningly pleasurable void open in her cunny and guts. A emptiness that begged to be filled. However, the muscle spasm that quickly followed slammed her back shut even after days spent open. Protective sacs that had formed to cocoon the precious seedlings planted in Pickett were ruptured by the birthing pangs, and amniotic fluids began to leak from both her holes.

Just as when first courting her, the female's mouth parts opened and engulfed the woman's pussy even as her vulva leaked a stream of gluey fluid. Except this time, the male took his own place on her other side, lower jaw locking with the female's on the other side. Four alien arms held her legs far apart even as Pickett grabbed the overhead strut from their earlier mating to hold onto.

A pressure built up within Samira as the aliens applied their strange suction on both her sex and rear.

The motion in her womb and intestines reached a boiling point and Samira felt something push through her cervix and drop into her birth canal at the same time a weight fell into her bowels. The fertile eggs within the human were either hatching, or had hatched and now the truly alien product wanted out.

As a cocktail of hormones and alien chemicals flooded the woman's blood and brain, Pickett started to cum as long tongues plunged inside. Wet suckling filled the cargo hold as the mates ate and drank from the plump woman. A rich banquet was full to bursting, and soon to be freed of its burden. Plugged to the brim, fermented, and now with the seal cracked, the two indulged in the finest genomic cocktail the universe could offer.

A single long orgasm rocked the woman even as the aliens devoured their young, so rich in fresh hybrid genetics straight from the virile vessel from which they were grown. All five of her senses were overwhelmed by sheer stimulation as Samira was swept away by the flood of pleasure. Time and space yawed like a chasm as her world shrunk to an nearly infinite point where only the never-ending climax existed. Even with it though, her high ebbed and flowed, yet never eased.

Her hands went limp and her jaw hung slack, completely at the mercy of the xenos cradling her. The female possessively moved one of her claws to massage the woman's belly. On her own, the fragile spacer could not have made it through the entire hatching, muscles already twitching as the strength went out from her. The female and her mate sucked their brood from the woman. The entire mixture disappeared down alien throats and gullets to fulfill their purpose of new life, just not in a way the smuggler would have normally understood it.

With a feeble twitch, Samira Pickett passed out.

****

An indeterminate amount of time later, Samira awoke in a pool of discharge on the floor. Shaking, weak, and on wobbly limbs, the woman slowly managed to get her bearings and senses back. At first she was shocked to find her stomach had fully returned to its normal size.

Looking around, she uncovered the next shock.

Where the two aliens had been, and where the woman had been stuck for the last few days, was a pair of enormous pods. Fleshy and grey, with surfaces rife with tubes and veins that connected them, the pods stretched from floor to ceiling. Shuddering at the sight and fearing what would emerge, Samira nearly ran to the cockpit.

Along the way she checked herself over, gradually recovering her senses.

Not only did she seem unharmed, but healthier?

Her breasts felt fuller, more perky, and almost a cup size larger. The little bit of paunch around her thighs was gone, yet her hips were wider in child-bearing way. Even subjected to the overwrought gravity of a normal planet, she felt light as a feather. MAC had already landed the Prowler in a forest a few dozen miles from the capitol of Volnor. From head to toe her physique was more suited to an athlete, rather than someone who had spent most of their life in space.

Seizing on the raw emotion, Samira was not about to waste her indignation or rage, sitting down in the pilot's seat.

"MAC, I want you to call the Volnor Prime governor. Now."

"Boss Lady, just a friendly reminder that you're about to have a video call while topless."

"Don't care."

"Noted. Connecting to the office of the planetary governor of Volnor Prime. Please standby."

A very well-dressed woman with too much artificial hair answered, looked at Samira and pursed her lips into a thin line.

"Miss, if you're calling about the subnet advertisement-"

Samira cut the secretary off.

"Tell the governor I have news about his deep belt science station. He'll be very interested in what I have to say."

Though the woman's brow raised, the screen went dark for a moment, and returned with the face of the governor himself. An older, rather plain looking man. The aging bureaucrat looked the woman up and down curiously, eyeing her naked bosom before assuming a professional tone. Samira was far beyond caring about her appearance after having experienced what she had.

"What can I do for you miss..."

"Pickett. You hired me and my partner to transport a bunch of assholes to your little secret asteroid."

"Forgive me, I did not immediately recognize you. I don't think we ever met in person."

"No, we didn't. Let me cut right to the point. I doubt you want to talk to me anymore than I want to talk to you. Your men are all dead. My friend is dead. Your station is trashed, and I have a pair of very angry aliens in my cargo hold. Pay me."

"Are you threatening me, miss Pickett?" The politician's gaze sharpened.

"No, no, not threatening. Business transaction. I'm the only one who's still alive that even knows about your little science project. You can pay me everything you were going to give your trigger happy goons, plus my fee, plus collateral, and this can all go away. I have two hitchhikers who were very interested in my services as soon as your name was brought up. But they don't have to even make it back to Volnor."

The governor leaned forward and steepled his fingers, setting his elbows on a very expensive looking desk.

"Miss Pickett, I don't think you understand the political-"

"I really don't give two shits about whatever political bullshit you're about to spout. I did a job. I expect to be paid for said job. Pay me, and I will vent my cargo into deep space. Is that simple enough for you?"

"And what happens if I don't do that?"

"Then I'll finish my earlier agreement, and return to Volnor. I'm sure my new employers in the cargo hold will be more than happy to discuss terms on a more personal level. They certainly had no trouble with your men. I expect they would be paying you a visit right after I make planet-fall."

The governor's eyes darted over Samira's shoulder at something. The woman smelled the burning ozone for a second. Long enough to glance over her shoulder and see nothing there. When she turned back, the man was definitely spooked, and the video call cut.

"Direct credit transfer detected. Full funds received." MAC announced. "Little does he know we made planet-fall already." The intelligent computer added snidely.

More than ready to be done with the whole sordid affair, Samira went down to lower the cargo ramp.

Just as she was wondering how to safely detach the cocoons without disturbing the contents, the woman found both to be gone.

In fact, there was no sign of alien life anywhere.

Lowering the ramp, Samira was about to call MAC for a scan, when a noise made her turn. Standing just a few feet away, were the xenos. However, not as the human had known them.

Even though they still had the trio of tails, the extra legs each had were longer, and although they still had three extra sets of glowing eyes, two new disturbingly human ones regarded the surrogate. Uncannily human-like visages gazed at her. The female even had mammalian breasts, though they were covered in thick chitin.

Leaning down, the male cocked his head to one side, patted Samira on the head like a pet, turned, and sauntered down the cargo ramp off into the forest.

Afterwards, the alien female with her new humanoid facial features leaned far down and gave Samira a sensual kiss. Shocked and unable to react other than to gasp at the soft lips pressed against her own, the smuggler stood there stupefied.

The alien broke the intimate contact and smiled.

"Thanks, toots." It spoke, before bounding out of the cargo hold and disappearing into the forest after its mate.

"Uh, don't mention it." Samira responded, too dumbfounded to think of anything else, hastily closing her ship and ordering MAC to take off.

Still naked, Samira returned to the pilot seat once more.

Only once they were in orbit, heading at the full speed the Prowler was capable of, did Pickett at last relax. What seemed like a lifetime ago, she and Hammond were transiting into the Volnor system without any idea of what was waiting for them. The surviving smuggler shuddered to think of all that she had been through in such a short, and yet so very long, span.

With her fingers tracing her lips, remembering the exotic taste, Samira spoke.

"Holy shit. MAC, I think I've earned a vacation."

"Without a doubt, boss. Hammond earmarked a resort in the Yimir system."

"Isn't that practically on the other side of the arm? That'll take us months to get there."

"Yes, yes it will."

A poignant silence filled the cockpit.

"Set a course."