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It was cold. But not like a sharp, biting cold, the kind that makes your bones ache. It was more of a pleasant coolness, like stepping into an icy room after a long hot day. And it was into this coldness that she woke up.

She wasn't sure where she was. All she could see was mist. And she wasn't sure who she was either. That was troubling, but not as much of an immediate problem.

She felt strangely numb, too, but that was starting to pass. And as feeling returned to her limbs, she realized that she was in a confined space. Part of her felt like she should panic at this point, but she was oddly relaxed.

A faint hissing noise could be heard, and the mist started to clear from her vision. She could see a glass pane in front of her, and beyond it was... something hard to make out.

The hiss intensified, and the glassy covering seemed to melt away before her eyes. She could feel her limbs now, and wiggled her fingers and toes experimentally before lifting her whole body up. She managed to stand up and pulled herself into a stretch, moving her limbs about. It felt good to stretch.

She turned around, taking a good look at the capsule she had emerged from. Yes, capsule, that was the word. She looked around the dim room she had awoken in, and saw that the walls of the chamber she was in were lined with a number of other such capsules, all of them empty. She paced over to one of them, seeing herself in the reflective surface.

What she saw was a rabbit anthro with grey-and-white patterned fur, soft features, and floppy ears. She was also naked, which was concerning, but not pressing.

"Where am I?" she said out loud, her voice slightly hoarse. "What happened here?"

As soon as she spoke, the lights in the room brightened up.

"Crew voice print identified," said a flat, computerized voice. "Reinitializing non-essential fuctions."

This was hollowed by a harsh electronic whine, causing her to wince until a voice broke through.

"Emi, is that you? Are you awake?"

This voice also had an electronic lilt to it, but it was much warmer, more friendly, more life-like. It sparked something in Emi's memory.

"...Zed?" she said, as if it had come to her from a dream. "Zed... your name is Zed, right?"

"Yes, that's me!" it continued. She looked around for a moment, and saw that it was coming from a speaker on the wall. "You don't remember?"

"You're Zed," said Emi, rubbing her head. "You're... the ship's AI. Yes, that's right, I'm on a ship!"

"How are you feeling, Emi?" said Zed, their voice sounding concerned. "You really don't remember?"

"Kind of muzzy," she said, hands on her temples. "Everything is kind of jumbled together. I don't remember how I got in this capsule..."

"I don't either," said Zed quickly. "But I do know you're the only person on the ship. With nobody around to activate anything, I was put into standby mode. The last thing I remember is that there was some kind of emergency, and..."

The voice trailed off. "Bits of my memory are missing," Zed continued. "I... I can't remember. What's the last thing you can recall?"

Emi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, racking her brain and trying to cut through the fog. "My name is Emi Obiyo," she said. "I was the ship's physician. We're on a long haul vessel, on route to... someplace, to deliver... something. Can you get at the ship's cargo manifest?"

The speaker let out a series of beeps. "No, sorry," said Zed. "I'm still pulling myself together. I've been on standby mode for a very long time. All I can tell you for sure is that the engines and life support are still running at full capacity."

"And I can't remember what happened to the rest of the crew," said Emi, taking a deep breath. She pulled up a brief image of a haggard-looking ferret anthro, talking urgently to her... the captain? Yes, she had been the captain.

"Stars, my head is throbbing," she said, rubbing her eyes. "I need to get down to the sickbay. Can you guide me there?"

"Sure thing, Emi," said Zed. "Head down the corridor to your right and use the first door on your left. I'll get all the scanners running."

"Thank you, Zed," said Emi, as she tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head. Now that she had stepped out of the coolness of the stasis capsule, she felt warm and clammy all over. There had to be something wrong with her. Why else would she have been in the capsule?

The sick bay was, thankfully, quite close. By the time she got there, Emi's head was spinning, and she blissfully laid herself down on the examination table.

"Just relax," came Zed's voice from a nearby speaker. "Engaging the scanners now."

Emi felt a tingling sensation through her skin as a warm light began to wash over her. The full-body scanner getting to work, no doubt. A nearby monitor came to life with a beep, showing a diagram of Emi's body. As it got to work, Emi continued to think, trying to remember anything that might be useful. More and more was coming back to her with each passing minute. She was part of a crew of six, and she could just about bring their names and faces to mind. But they were all gone. Nobody else was in the capsules. There were no signs of habitation. Everything was clean. There were, in fact, no signs that anyone else had been there at all. This was getting stranger and stranger.

And she was still feeling warm inside, and it wasn't just from the scanner. She almost felt feverish. What the hell was wrong with her? What had happened on this ship?

She was snapped back to reality when the diagnostic machine let out the distinctive ping! noise that meant that it was done.

"According to the readout," came Zed's voice, "most of your symptoms are typical of extended stasis pod use. The memory loss is a bit unusual, but your brain scan is completely normal."

"That's just great," said Emi, letting out an annoyed breath. "What else?"

"Um..."

"Out with it, Zed!"

"You appear to be in heat, Emi."

She sat bolt upright on the table. "I can't be in heat!" she yelped. "I have a suppresant implant, just like everyone else with the equipment! You can't join a long-haul crew without one!"

The diagnostic machine let out a few more beeps.

"It seems your implant was disabled, either before or during your stasis period," said Zed. "Whether it was voluntary or accidental is anybody's guess at this point."

Emi let out a groan as she splayed out on the examination table. Now that she knew what she was looking for, it was obvious. The feverishness, the nervousness... and without her implant, there was only one cure, and she'd have to indulge in it a lot until her heat passed.

"Is anyone else on-board, Zed?" she asked, pulling herself up off of the examination table and wrapping the white sheet that covered it around her, like a crude toga.

"No other life-forms detected," they replied. "As I said, all other systems are normal. The autopilot is engaged and hard-locked, so we're still moving, at least, but I can't read our destination."

"This just keeps getting better and better," groaned Emi. "I'm going to look around the ship a bit, let me know if you think of anything."

"Will do."

With that, Emi took a walk around the ship, trying to keep herself busy. Now that she knew it for what it was, it was hard not to focus on her heat. So she focused on walking the ship, hoping that something would jog her memory.

It wasn't an especially large ship, so this didn't take long. Aside from the sickbay, there was a kitchen-slash-dining room, a small rec room, the bunks, the engine room, and the cockpit. None of them showed any signs of damage or any sort of struggle, all of the important systems were functioning perfectly, and, as Zed had stated, the controls were security locked, and nothing she could do would unlock them. Still, the ship was moving, though where it was moving to was anyone's guess.

And no matter how much she tried to distract herself, the symptoms of her heat were only growing stronger as she shook off the post-stasis fatigue. Her loins cried out for relief, and she was not going to get anything else done until she got that relief.

"No, no, don't worry about it, think about something else," she said. Focus. Focus on the ship. Don't think about sex. Don't think about all the people who could be having sex with her. Don't think about a nice, thick cock, plowing deep into-

"Hey, Zed?" she said. "Can you switch off whatever you use to look at us fleshbags for a bit?"

"You should know by now that I have no libido and no sense of attraction," Zed replied.

"It's the principal of the matter, you disembodied doofus," she said, sighing as she made her way back to the bunkroom. If this went on much longer, she wouldn't even be able to think straight.

She wasn't sure which one was hers, but she supposed it didn't really matter at this point. Tossing off the sheet she wore, she plopped down on one bed, spread her legs, and plunged her fingers between them. She was already soaking wet down there, and she wasted no time in trying to get herself off. Ordinarily, she'd like to take her time, work herself up a bit... right now, though, she just wanted to get off as quickly as possible. She made little circles around her clit with one hand while two fingers thrust in and out of her pussy; mere minutes later, she cried out as her body tensed up with a brief but enjoyable orgasm. She splayed out, the fire within her momentarily quenched, but she knew it wouldn't be for long. Was she just going to have to diddle herself every thirty minutes until she reached whatever destination she was hurtling towards?

"Emi?" came Zed's voice.

"What did I say?" she snapped.

"I did wait until you were done," he replied, a bit testily. "Something just flicked on in the medbay. You should come take a look."

She sighed, not even bothering to redress herself as she made her way back. When she got there, the diagnostic machine was humming quietly, and a message was displayed on the screen.

"Levana Protocol engaged?" said Emi. "What does that mean?"

"I can't tell," said Zed. "That's one of the things that's still blank. But what I can tell you is that it's got a DNA lock on it. I can't activate it, but you can."

"Should I, though?" said Emi. "I mean, who knows what it could even do? It could cause the ship to self destruct for all I know!"

"I do not think any ship built in the last several centuries actually has a self destruct feature," Zed deadpanned. "Nevertheless, whatever it is, it may provide some answers. But it's up to you whether you want to go for it or not. I can't make that choice for you."

Emi sighed, but Zed was right. It was something, and she had nothing. Without any further hesitation, she pressed her palm against the touchscreen. It beeped.

"Emi Obiyo recognized," said a computerized voice. "Biological readings confirmed. Levana Protocol has been activated. Please sit comfortably."

Emi pulled her palm away, eying the device curiously.

"If this thing goes wonky, you can override it, right?" she said.

"Almost definitely," said Zed.

"Here goes nothing, then," said Emi, settling herself back down on the examination bench. As soon as she did so, the machine began to beep again, and her seat began to shift, moving her into an upright sitting position with her legs spread appart and her feet in some kind of stirrups. Emi looked down, and between her legs, a hatch was opening up, revealing... oh wow.

The device that had been revealed looked like nothing so much as a large metallic phallus, coated in some kind of soft polymer gel, no doubt for comfort.

"That's what this thing is?" said Emi, shaking her head. "Did it know I was in heat or what?"

"In any case, I will give you some... privacy," came Zed's voice, right before the little light on the wall speaker blinked off.

Emi looked over at the robot dildo between, then back over to the screen.

READY TO INITIATE PROTOCOL, it read. CONFIRM?

Emi sighed deeply. On the one hand, this was extremely sketchy. Was this thing here just for the crew to get relief without needing to resort to orgies in the breakroom? Who knew?

But on the other hand, fingering herself had only done so much to soothe her heat. She'd hadn't had to deal with a heat in years, thanks to the suppressants, and now it seemed like her hormones were making up for lost time. She was getting hornier by the second, and without a suppressant to take care of it, it would only relent if she got a good dicking. And sure enough, here was a good dicking waiting to be had. And she really, really wanted that relief. Going through a heat without satisfaction was the worst.

"Confirmed," she said, spreading her legs. The machine beeped again, and the rig on the examination table got to work. Emi spread her legs apart as far as she could as the phallus began to extend, pressing into her wet folds. She was worried that it would feel cold, happily, this was not the case, and the rubbery coating felt quite pleasant. As the robo-cock settled inside of her, it began to pulse back and forth gently. The results were immediate, and Emi started to moan.

"Nnn... alright, now we're talking," she said. "Any chance we could go a bit faster?"

It beeped again, and sure enough, the speed began to intensify. And if that wasn't enough, the phallus began to softly vibrate, adding an extra level of sensation. This really was what she needed!

"Come on, machine!" she panted. "That can't be all you've got! Really give it to me! I can take it!"

Clearly the machine took that as a challenge. The robo-cock began to whirr as it pistoned in and out of her, deeper and deeper. She was so hot and so wet. The machine was fulfilling her needs in ways that even a real cock could never have dreamed of.

"Yes, yes, keep going!" moaned Emi, running her hands over her breasts and squeezinng them as it worked.. "I'm getting close, I'm almost there!"

The machine let out a musical tone. "Subject is ready," came the electronic voice. "Preparing genetic solution for implantation."

Emi paused mid-grope and felt her eyes snap open at this new statement. "Wait, preparing what- nnnn!"

Any objections that Emi might have had quickly dissolved as the phallus's vibrations began to intensify, pushing her quickly over the edge, and as she rode out her orgasm, she felt something warm and gooey explode inside of her. As she came down, the phallus withdrew, slick with her fluids, and she melted into a panting pass.

"Did... did it just come?" she said out loud. The machine beeped again.

"Implantation successful," it said, and with that, the screen blinked out.

"Zed?" she called out. "What just happened?"

"I don't know, I wasn't watching," Zed replied. Emi groaned as she pulled herself to her feet, somewhat unsteady on them.

"Well, if nothing else, my heat is definitely satisfied," said Emi. "I'm going to go take a shower and get some rest. Wake me up if anything interesting happens?"

"Will do," said Zed. "I'll keep trying to get back at my memory banks."

"You do that," said Emi, as she wandered back to her bunk. Despite the fact that she'd been in stasis for who knew how long, she was dead tired. Being in extended stasis for weeks or even months on end just couldn't compare to a solid eight hours of rest.

Hopefully something interesting would happen by the time she woke up.

~*~

Emi was walking down a long corridor, trying to find something, anything to shake the cobwebs out. Why couldn't she remember? It was so close.

She tried to pictured her crewmates. She could just about see their faces, each and every one of them. All of them were on this crew because they had something in common. They were doing something very important.

Emi heard distant footsteps, and she ran toward them. "Hey, who's there?" she said. She ran and she ran, her feet pounding against the cold ground, until finally, she saw... herself. A perfect mirror image of her, from her ears to her toes.

"Who are you?" asked Emi.

The other her smiled, winked, and poked Emi in the belly.

"Ow," said the original Emi. The other her giggled, then faded away, as did everything else. She wasn't in a ship's corridor now, she was in a wide, grassy field on a bright and sunny day. She looked around this new locale. It was a perfect day out. The sun felt warm on her skin, and there was a lovely breeze. But something was missing.

"This place is far too empty," she said aloud. "It needs to be... full."

And just as she spoke, something began to happen. The ground began to rumble, and from it, buildings in abstract shapes began to rise up from the ground. As they took shape, people began to pour out of them. They were rabbits, all of them. No, not just any rabbits. They were all her.

But she didn't feel panicked or worried. She felt secure. This felt right. This was the way that things were meant to be. The other hers, dozens of them, began to approach her, coming in for a big group hug. And Emi closed her eyes.

"It's okay," she said. "I'm here."

The other Emis smiled, and one by one, they came closer and closer to her, fading into motes of light before being absorbed by her body. And as the last one did so, she felt a sharp pain in her middle, so sharp that it woke her up.

~*~

Emi sat bolt upright in bed, still feeling the lingering cramp in her middle.

"What a dream," she said, putting a hand over her heart. She wasn't feeling like she was in heat anymore, at least. She didn't feel that telltale burn within her anymore. But she felt something else, too. Her body ached and her limbs felt sluggish. Groaning, she pulled herself up out of her bunk, and it felt like she was wearing a lead vest. Something was definitely not right. So she looked down, and saw what it was. "Zed!" she called out. "Turn on the med bay now!"

~*~

As Emi looked down at herself as the medical scanner ran. Specifically, at the newfound swelling that had popped up out of her belly overnight. It looked like... well, she knew what it looked like, but it couldn't possibly be that.

The diagnostic machine went ping. She looked up.

"There's no doubt about it, Emi," said Zed. "You're pregnant."

"Well, crap," she said, putting a hand on the swell. Not only was she pregnant, but she looked about six months gone.

"Would asking how you feel be a stupid question?" said Zed.

"I feel... weird," she said. "But I also feel like I should be freaking out a lot more than I am. I feel achy and heavy and all of that stuff, but I also feel weirdly calm about it. Like... it almost feels good." She looked back over at the machine. "Whatever that protocol did to me, I need to learn more about it. If all of this happened to me overnight, who knows how I'll look tomorrow?"

"I couldn't possibly say," said Zed.

"Have you managed to repair your memory yet?" she asked, looking over to the wall panel that Zed was presently speaking of.

"I'm running a defragmentation process as we speak," Zed replied. "It's slow going, there's a lot to run through. But I can get at more of the ship. I think I can unlock some of the crew's personal files for you."

"That's a good place to start," said Emi. "Is there anything you can do to speed it up?"

"Nothing but give it time," said Zed. "If there's nothing else you need, I'll go into standby mode for awhile and focus on it. By all means, shout out if there's an emergency, but otherwise-"

"Otherwise I'll leave you to your business," said Emi. "Do what you've got to do, Zed."

"Thank you, Emi," Zed replied, before the light on the speaker went out again. Emi sighed as she pulled herself up.

"Right then," she said to herself. "Time to do some digging."

Her stomach lurched a bit, as whatever it was she was gestating had begun to move. Did it... want something?

"...Time to eat first," she said. "And then time to do some digging."

~*~

The ship had been fitted with a top-of-the-line food printer, thankfully, and Emi was quick to make enthusiastic use of it. She was eating for two, after all. When she wasn't eating, sleeping, or seeing to the needs that her hormones occasionally sparked into her, she was digging through the personnel files.

Emi remembered the crew much more clearly now. There had been six of them, and she could now clearly pick out their names and faces. Each had been a different species of anthro, and they were also all women. In particular, she remembered Ines, the captain. A spiky shell surrounding a gooey center, as Emi had been fond of saying, and she had become fast friends with the ferret.

The crew's personal journals were, unfortunately, encrypted, including hers, and Zed still lacked the memories needed to decode them, but there were activity logs, at least. As far as Emi could tell, the rest of the crew had been in the stasis capsules at some point, which was a massive relief. Part of her had been afraid they had all died of a space plague or something. But they were gone now, and she had to figure out why. Hopefully, the answer would be in the logs somewhere.

As the days went by, little changed, except for Emi's body. While she didn't have a growth spurt as wild as the one on her first night, she was still noticeably bigger every time she woke up. It had been about a three days since she was first implanted, but she looked like she was three months bigger, and there were no signs of stopping any time soon.

She started the day the way she normally did, with a nice relaxing shower. As she washed herself off, she considered her body in the reflective surface beside her. She was huge, easily looking like she was ready to drop. And whatever was inside her, she could constantly feel it stirring.

"Who are you, little one?" she said, running a hand across the taut surface. "Can you tell me what's going on here?"

The little one kicked again, and Emi let out a giggle. She may have had no idea what was going on, but she knew that she liked it. Everything that her body was going through, as bizarre as it was, just felt so, so right. As she leaned back under the soothing spray, she let her hands wander, going over and around the huge surface of her belly, loving the feeling of her belly being rubbed, wishing that Ines was here to rub it for her...

Emi blinked suddenly. Did she... did she really just think that?

"Stars above, I can't believe this is really happening! You're going to look so good!"

"You're one to talk, honey-bunny. And besides, this is just a projection, the real deal is going to be even better. And just wait until it's your turn..."

Emi blinked as the memories came rushing back. Yes, she and Ines had been... well, it wasn't romantic, but they were sure having fun. But... what exactly was it they were having fun doing?

"Honey-bunny," said Emi out loud. Something about that phrase just... clicked.

Quickly, she slammed the button for the drying sequence, cutting off the water and blowing her fur dry in the space of about three seconds, as she dashed back to her computer console, not even bothering getting dressed.

Quickly, she navigated back to the crew's files, pulling up the journal entries. She swiped on the touch screen to open up Ines's, and when prompted for the password, she put in 'honey bunny'. That didn't work initially, but after trying a few different spellings and capitalizations, she finally struck paydirt with "hunn1bunn1". It opened up to a series of video entries. There were three of them. She clicked on the first one, and there was Ines's face.

"This whole project is absolutely crazy," said the ferret woman, who was wearing a jumpsuit with a familiar-looking logo on the breast. "But I need a little crazy in my life. All of us know what we signed up for, and while they're a bit nervous - who can blame them? I, for one, am looking forward to it."

The file ended. Nervously, Emi pulled up the next file. There was Ines again, this time dressed much more casually in a tank top.

"Everyone else has already been dropped off," she said. "I kind of like the peace and quiet, I have to say. But I'm going to be next, and then after that, it's going to be Emi." Emi gasped as Ines said her name, but didn't say anything as Ines went on.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to it," she continued. "Especially after seeing how all the others took to it. I knew that the company chose the right girls for the jobs, and thanks to the special implants they gave us, they must be having the time of their lives right now. And now it's my turn. Here goes nothin'."

Emi's heart was threatening to pound out of its chest. She hesitated for only the barest of seconds before opening up the last log.

This time, Ines was completely nude. And what's more, she was enormously pregnant, even bigger than Emi was now, far beyond the size of nine months. She looked like she might have been carrying triplets, quadruplets, or even more.

"Hey, Emi," she said, grinning playfully at the camera. "You're still sleeping right now, but I thought I'd leave you a little treat for when you woke up." She turned around, pointing her belly straight at the camera. "And I'm not even done growing yet. Man, I'm seeing it and I can still hardly believe it. It sounded crazy, didn't it? Each and every one of us, populating a new colony on our own? But look at me now! When they first selected us for the project, it was like all of our wildest fantasies had come to life!"

As Emi stared, goggled-eyed, Ines sat back down, making bedroom eyes at the camera.

"I know it'll be awhile before you touch down," said Ines. "You're going farther out than any of us, after all. But when you do make it to the colony on the colony, fire up the ansible and give me a call, alright? I know that I just can't wait to catch up. Just promise me you'll take some pictures for me when it all starts to happen, alright? You owe me that much."

Ines blew a kiss, and the screen blinked out, and Emi put her hands on her own belly. It shifted a little bit.

"Do you remember now?" came Zed's gentle voice.

"Project Levana," said Emi, looking down at herself. "I remember now. I remember everything. We're... biological cloning tanks." She looked back up. "There was never anything wrong with your memory banks, was there?"

"No, Emi," said Zed, sounding remorseful. "I'm sorry."

"What actually happened?" said Emi, speaking carefully.

"We were en route to the colony when we veered through an ion storm," said Zed. "You weren't supposed to wake up until we got to the colony, but the storm fizzled the ship's power for a moment. The stasis capsules started to reboot, and I had to wake you up to prevent brain damage."

"Hence the memory loss," said Emi, nodding in comprehension. "And you didn't tell me because..."

"Because it would have been a lot to drop on you all at once," said Zed. "If I had just frontloaded all of the information about the project while you were in such a delicate state, there's no telling how you would have reacted. I'm sorry to deceive you, but it seemed like the best way. You were the most enthusiastic volunteer for the project, so I just knew if I gave you some time to discover it on your own, you'd start to remember how excited you were about everything."

"You'd let me back into it easy," said Emi, nodding. And they were right. She absolutely loved feeling pregnant, loved the feeling of the little one - not so little at the moment - wriggling and moving inside of her, everything feeling so sensitive and intense...

"I understand, Zed," said Emi. "And I forgive you."

Zed wasn't capable of sighing in relief, but that was the impression that Emi got. "Thank you so much," they said. "Unfortunately, one thing I did not anticipate was you re-activating the device. I can't put you back into stasis until this cycle is complete."

"Which will be in about another three days," said Emi, rubbing her belly again. Then she grinned. "So, until then, how about you help me with something, hmm?"

~*~

Another three days had passed, and rather than feeling cold and strange, the ship felt more like home as Emi remembered the good times she'd had with her crew. Even as, one by one, they were dropped off at their respective colonies, they parted with kind words and a promise to keep in touch.

Emi was nearing the end of her gestation cycle now, and she looked like it. Her belly was positively enormous, so big that she should not have been able to walk upright. But she could do that and more, owing to the enhancements that had been made to her body. As she got paced back and forth in her bunkroom, she rubbed the parts of her belly that could still reach, shivering with delight as she felt the little muscle spasms. It wouldn't be much longer now.

"It's almost time," she said. "Is everything all set, Zed?"

"Ready to roll, Emi," they replied.

"Then let's do it," she said. A panel on the wall flashed, and Emi looked toward it and smiled.

"Hey, Ines," she said, turning around slowly to show off her new curves. "As you may have heard by now, there was a bit of a mishap with the ship, but I'm fine now. I should still be arriving on time, but before I do... I wanted to show you something special. And it should be starting any-"

Emi yelped suddenly as her inner muscles gave a tight squeeze, the surface of her belly starting to tremble, and just in time, she felt something within her open up as a deluge of clear fluids was forcibly ejected from her nethers.

"Mmm... you know what that means, don't you?" said Emi, as she settled down onto the extra-large seat that had been quickly whipped up for her by the ship's nano-replicator, perfectly optimized for her comfort in the ordeal to come. "I can feel it coming, pressing down, eager to get out, and I'm going to - nngh! - capture all of it right here for you. So sit back and enjoy the show."

Emi groaned as her belly contracted again, and she wished she could touch herself even more as her labor quickly began to progress, but then again, she'd hardly needed to. It would hurt, yes, but she and the other volunteers had been chosen because they would enjoy the process, and the modifications that were made to their bodies ensured that this enjoyment would only be heightened by the process.

In short, to each of them, the process of giving birth would be like having one long, continuous orgasm the entire time.

Emi could feel the head of the clone beginning to descend into her birth canal and spread her legs as wide as she could.

"This is it," she moaned. "I can feel it happening... it's... it's coming... I've got to PUSH!"

And push Emi did, grunting and moaning as she could feel it coming, and all the while, she knew that the recording would be capturing the process from all of the best angles. She pushed a button on the arm of her seat and her position shifted, making her lean back slightly so that she could open her legs even further, just in time for the head to begin to peek out from between her puffy lips. And what an enormous head it was. No ordinary person would have been able to comfortably birth such a thing, but here she was.

"Stars, it's even better than I imagined it would be!" Emi cried. "I... I'm giving birth! And this is going to be just the beginning! I'm going to be birthing over and over again, until I'm the mother of a whole colony! And it's going to feel so... fucking... AMAZING!"

As her belly contracted and relaxed in rapid succession, Emi continued to push, slowly working more and more of the clone out of her, and as the head was fully birthed, it became clear that this was far bigger than any baby could ever be. As much as Emi wanted to keep talking, she was beyond words now. She was lost in a sea in pleasure, and she planned to savor it. She pushed and pushed, feeling it open her up wider and wider, its body slowly sliding out of her, bit by bit, until finally, Emi let out an orgasmic wail that reverberated throughout the whole ship as the clone was fully birthed.

Panting heavily, Emi looked down between her legs onto the padded floor, and there she was. No mere infant, the newborn rabbit anthro looked to be the size of a three- or four- year old, and would grow quickly to adulthood over the space of about a year before her growth normalized. As carefully as she could, Emi picked her up and held her to her chest, and already the clone began to squirm and cough.

"M... mama?" she managed, after she had finished clearing her throat.

"That's right," said Emi, radiant with pleasure and pride. "Mama's here." Looking back up, she added, "Did you get all of that, Zed?"

"Clear as crystal," said Zed. "I'm sure Captain Ines will enjoy that."

"Not half as much as I did," said Emi, nodding as she held the first of many clone-daughters close. Once she had recovered from the whole ordeal of being born, the both of them would go back into a stasis capsule, to spend the remainder of their long journey in peace.

And when they arrived on their destination... well then, that's where the real fun was going to begin. Doing something like this once a week for the next three or four years? Emi absolutely could not wait.