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This story was written for ViperXV. It contains sexual acts between consenting adults, hyper growth, lactation and oviposition. :3

Collision

"Hey! Hey watch that mag-lev. Hey! Are you listening to me? I said watch that... fuck! Livitz, move that cargo container in the winch, now! They're gonna, shit... it's too late! Goddammit!"

With a rending crunch, two cargo containers crashed into one another within the hold of the Vesper, the grinding, twisting and tearing of metal against metal loud enough to temporarily outmatch Rilanthus' cursing as finally the cargo port agent controlling the mag-lev crane primarily responsible for the impact seemed to actually realise what was happening. He panicked, of course, and immediately tried to drag the now entwined and buckled crates apart again.

"No! Hey, no! Listen. Fucking listen to me! Stop moving it! The more you move it, the more you'll damage whatever's... oh god, throw me into a supernova and be done with it, it'd be less painful than having to work with these incompetent assholes!"

Close by, standing in a mix of shock, dismay and undeniable amusement as she watched the ship's chief supply officer undergo a mini melt-down, Kestra wished she could have walked forward in that moment. That she could have taken Rilanthus into her arms and promised the desert iguana that after work she would have a treat for him more than pleasant enough to make him forget all about the incompetence of people with whom he had to work who were not members of the Vesper's crew. Her smile faded somewhat though, as did that of the majority of the cargo bay's crew, when as the two cargo containers were wrenched apart again, something began to spill from an obviously damaged box within one of the two larger metal crates. Something which she sincerely doubted had been on the day's cargo manifest, and which she knew that had it been, Rilanthus would never have allowed to set foot in his cargo hold.

Hundreds upon hundreds of small, cobalt blue candies shaped in three dimensions like little multi-pointed stars or old fashioned caltrops came spilling out onto the deck, and immediately Rilanthus sprang forward to put himself between them and any other members of the crew.

"Right, all non-essential personnel out. Now. Clean-up teams, get this shit bagged and into secure storage. Katesby, get the local authorities on the comms and tell them we have a package containing undeclared and unlicensed recreational narcotics. Tell them we had no knowledge of their presence, and will be cooperating fully with their investigation. Then I need you to get the Captain on the horn and tell her we're gonna be delayed on our route, and she needs to start making nav adjustments to compensate so we can stay on schedule once the local cops are done and once we've scanned all the goods from our current 'trusted importer' list top to bottom at the sub-molecular level. Twice."

Kestra nibbled on her bottom lip as she watched Rilanthus work, blushing a little beneath her sandy scaled cheeks while she considered just how good he was at his job and how much she appreciated his competence. Hell, that was a trait which the draconic lizard appreciated in all those she found most attractive. She just wished that seeing that trait in action wasn't so counter-productive to what it made her want to do with that person; something which would be decidedly unprofessional and definitely not as competent, at least not in the manner required by his job right now. With all that being considered though, Kestra knew she should probably follow Rilanthus' orders and leave the area. Not only was she most definitely not part of the cargo bay crew, originally just down here to pick up a package of her own which even now rested cradled against her chest with both arms, but perhaps more importantly Kestra knew that if she stuck around too long, she was bound to get called back into service dealing with all the fallout from this situation in the comms room despite having just finished a double shift.

"Dammit..."

She sighed softly, squeezing the package gently, carefully closer to her chest as she considered its contents and all the fun she'd had planned for herself and Rilanthus that night using them. Now though, despite the fact she'd been hanging around because it was only half an hour or so until Rilanthus' own shift was meant to end, she knew that her colleague and lover would be delayed for quite some time. Thus the most sensible thing for her to do would be to return to her room alone. To get this package back there safely before its sensitive, specialist though fully authorised and legally purchased contents could be put under the scrutiny of the local authorities or indeed her fellow crewmates. And maybe, though it wouldn't quite be the same without Rilanthus there to join her... to make use of the extra time they were going to be spending here in space-dock before heading out on the next leg of their interstellar cargo run, and indulge a little in just a few of these newly purchased products.

Turning away from the chaotic scene as several members of the cargo bay team rushed forward to surround and contain the spillage of contraband goods, Kestra slipped over to the cargo bay doors, made her way out into the corridor beyond, and began to quickly walk her way back to her quarters. No-one gave her and the package clutched to her chest, appropriately labelled with 'Fragile' warnings across its surface, a second glance as other figures hurried off towards their own relevant stations. There hadn't been a ship-wide message about the situation, presumably to keep the knowledge that there were highly addictive and valuable recreational drugs just lying around in the cargo bay to a minimum and keep off duty crewmembers from being tempted to go and watch the shit-show as it unfolded, but there had clearly been calls for security personnel and various members of other ships departments to return to their posts and await any necessary orders either from the Captain or the local authorities when they arrived. More than once Kestra felt the need to brace herself or turn to one side to let other members of the crew dart past, ever conscious of the delicate nature of some of the items she had received, and when the corridors were clear she found her own pace quickening to almost the same degree so that she could get back to the safety and shelter of her quarters faster.

Just as she was about to turn a corner about half way to her bunk and the locked door that would ensure her privacy from the hustle and bustle beyond, a lower ranked member of the engine crew came bolting around it with speed and lack of warning enough to just catch one of Kestra's shoulders, sending both of them into lurching spins for a moment, the draconic lizard almost toppling over until she flattened her back against the nearest wall for stability. She glared angrily at the junior officer, who gawped and gasped a breathless apology, clearly having already run some distance through the Vesper's winding corridors, but didn't stop as they pointed down the corridor to indicate that they really had somewhere they had to be, then simply turned away and continued on at a still swift but noticeably more steady, self aware pace. For a few moments, Kestra cradled the package against her chest and caught her breath. She forced down the anger that had risen alongside her pounding heart, and reminded herself that while there had almost been an impact which could have ruined her plans for the night, there hadn't been. She was fine, her parcel was fine, and all that she had planned on doing tonight... albeit solo rather than with some companionship, was still easily within her grasp.

Her cheeks flushed at the thought of still making use of several of the items, albeit perhaps not the more fragile ones, present within her arms, and with one final steadying breath as she listened to the thumping of her heart and the lustful rushing of blood in her own ears, the lizard stepped away from the wall, turned the corner and...

Crunch.

Two pairs of eyes stared at one another in shock, muzzle and beak practically touching as they both felt synthetic cardboard, delicate glass, and several different consistencies of surprisingly warm liquid squish between them. There was no warning. No opportunity to brace themselves or slow themselves. Kestra whipped around the corner with such speed and such purpose just as Virana was approaching it from the other direction, they had absolutely no chance to save themselves from the impact, nor to save the box now compressed between them from complete annihilation, regardless of the delicate materials within.

"O-oh... shit..."

Kestra gasped breathlessly, though suddenly and wholly without anger or even frustration as she felt those liquids from the delicate, rather expensive specialist crystal vials which had until a few seconds ago been intact within her package soak through her uniform jumpsuit and not just make contact with, but begin to absorb in turn through her scaled torso. Her eyes fluttered, and her vision blurred for a moment. She blinked hard and stared at the woman in front of her, at Virana just in time to see the blue feathered gryphon slip into focus with her own eyes rolling back, and a stunned, almost blank expression of awe across her face.

"Vir, I... o-oh no. Oh god, I... we're..."

The lizard tried to take a step backwards, but as soon as she attempted to do so a pair of hands closed themselves tight around her back, and a pointed peak lurched forward to kiss her, an action which Kestra couldn't help but respond to as she felt her libido lurch in delight. Had she not had her own hands clutching at the crushed remains of the box, more liquid dripping out onto her trembling fingers, Kestra had no doubt she would have been holding Virana just as tight and just as desperately in return regardless of the fact that she knew how much trouble they would be in for being caught fraternising in a public sector of the ship. In fact, even in that moment it was all Kestra could do not to let her hands start wandering elsewhere, not just around Virana's back, but to explore Virana's body, and to figure out if the various chemicals that were leeching their way into her body in that moment were having a similar effect upon the gryphon too.

That question was answered just seconds later of course, when Virana and Kestra's lips parted and a lustful, chirping gasp of undeniable arousal escaped the avian woman.

"Fuck. Fuck, Kes... what... oohh god, what was that? What is that? I... ohh my god, was that one of your potions? I can feel... I... my... ohhh fuck, I'm getting hard. My cock, mhhh, my... holy shit..., Kes... I can't stop. I can't let you go. I don't want to, even though I know we can't... n-not here, not... please... Kestra, tell me that wasn't one of your potions, that I can just get a grip and tell myself to... to wait..."

Shaking her head with a frantic, hissing gasp as she very nearly found herself lunging forward to kiss Virana's impossibly beautiful, smoochable beak all over again, Kestra moaned to the gryphon in a voice that was heavy, thick with desire.

"It ahhh... absolutely wasn't one of my potions..."

The gryphon chirped in relief, and seemed to draw herself up, proud and tall as though summoning up the courage to resist these feelings, believing that she could no matter how intense they seemed in that moment. All of that strength and determination fell away however as Kestra finished her statement, unable to deny the truth for even a moment longer.

"...it was four of them. There were... ohh god, Vira, there were four potions in the box, and I think they all broke. So, we need to get out of here. We need to get to my room, or yours... we need to be somewhere private, and... oh god, and together, right fucking now."

Scooping the crushed box and its dripping, fragmented contents under one arm, Kestra grabbed Virana by the other and pulled herself away from the gryphon with a cry of longing and urgent desperation. She began to drag her back along the corridor down which Virana had been travelling, away from the gryphon's quarters regardless of the fact that they were probably actually a little closer than hers, all the while feeling a building heat, a fiery longing between her legs which grew so intense that even her limbs moving back and forth either side of her crotch seemed to begin more actively and potently stimulating her. With practically every step she took the stimulation was more and more overwhelming, until finally it became too much in the most fantastically blissful way, and Kestra collapsed to her knees in the midst of a corridor, releasing Virana's hand and shuddering, stifling a scream with her now free hand as she felt her own pussy start to squirt and spray uncontrollable surges of liquid ecstasy. She was cumming. Cumming right then and there in the midst of the ship's corridors where anyone could have walked past. Where anyone could have seen the growing wet patch on her jumpsuit crotch as the pleasure and the ejaculate just kept on coming.

Whether it was ten, twenty, thirty seconds or far longer than any of those options that Kestra spent hunched over and lost in ecstasy, she didn't know for sure. All that the lizard did know was that it was the sound of tearing fabric, followed by a squawking wail of embarrassment and pleasure all rolled into one from Virana which caused her head to rise once more, and her eyes to lock upon her friend, colleague and lover all over again. She whimpered, and a fresh jet of ejaculate hit the inside of her underwear, soaking through to the already saturated jumpsuit beyond as she watched Virana leaning back against the nearest wall of the corridor and feverishly, mindlessly fumbling with her breasts and crotch. Fumbling with them not through the fabric of her own jumpsuit, but through the stretched and now tearing, insufficiently large and elasticated material of her clothes as both her breasts and her cock continued what they had most likely been doing from the moment that the potions spilled onto the gryphon, though Kestra had been so caught up in her own actions she was only just noticing it.

They were growing. Virana's breasts were now each the size of the gryphon's head, plump and large enough that the seams of her jumpsuit around its zipper, its neckline and both flanks were beginning to pop and tear. The gryphon's cock meanwhile, already ample enough in size to make a tent in her jumpsuit when it was hard, was now sticking out through a sizeable rip in Virana's crotch, the shredded, over-stretched remains of her boxer-briefs hanging out of one side of that freshly created hole as the now approaching two foot long length throbbed and oozed liberal strands of pre-cum onto the metal decking below.

"Can't stop... feels too... ooohhh, Kestra... t-too good..."

Virana gasped as her head shifted slightly, eyes peeling themselves away from the sight of her own cock, visible over her huge breasts only thanks to its own vastly increased and still growing length and girth. She stared hungrily, pleadingly into Kestra's eyes, and groaned loudly when she saw the lizard staring lustfully at her cock and breasts before finally the other woman's gaze rose to met her own.

"I feel like... like I'm... oh, something's still coming. Something's building, and when it gets here, w-when it happens... I'm not gonna be able to hold back. I don't care where we are. I don't care who sees us. When it happens, I... I won't be able to hide it. I won't want to hide it, nnnhhh... not from you, not from anyone."

Kestra's cheeks burned hotter still beneath her scales, and she nodded to the gryphon once more before dragging herself to her feet, extending a trembling hand once again and beginning to lead the gryphon towards her quarters for a second time. She could have told Virana that she knew what it was that she was feeling, not only because she could feel that sensation building too; rising towards something more potent even than the orgasm that had already crashed through her, something more powerful than the second climax towards which she could feel her body rising right then and there with every new step she took and every grinding squeeze of what she now realised was her clit, swelling under the influence of the same growth potion which had afflicted Virana. Not because of any of what was happening to her, but what she knew she had purchased and what she knew had been in that box when it broke.

Four potions, only two of which had made their effects obvious thus far. A growth potion originally intended for Rilanthus to use, a potion to enhance stamina and arousal which she had hoped to share between herself, Virana and the iguana on a rare occasion when they all had some time off together, an ovipositing potion for herself... one to prompt the incredibly erotic, uncontrollable laying of eggs, and for Virana and her beautifully mammalian breasts, a lactation potion which all the prior reviews said not only produced milk that itself had an arousing effect upon whoever drank it, but which heightened the sensitivity of the drinker's breasts to such an extreme that to be milked whether by fingers or lips would alone prove a potent, multi-orgasmic experience.

So of course something was building within each of them, and of course they were losing more and more self control by the second. For not only had they been doused in growth and libido enhancing potions together, each getting a half dose of a potion meant for three and finding their libidos swelling alongside organs already growing larger and vastly more sensitive in the process. But even now, Kestra's body was preparing her for the experience of laying eggs and all the unfathomable bliss that entailed, while Virana, though she did not know it, was a few more squeezes of her huge breasts and swollen, deliciously tender nipples away from a sensation unlike anything she had ever known before in its overwhelming, utterly mind-bending intensity. And god... despite knowing how important it was to get back to her quarters and behind its closed, sealed door before letting all that happen, all that Kestra wanted to do as she clutched her squashed, ruined box of tricks close to herself and dragged Virana along behind her in lurching, stumbling strides was wheel around on the spot, bury her face between Virana's newly enlarged and oh so soft, pillowy looking breasts, and nuzzle, rub and play with them until she drove the gryphon so wild that Virana would pounce upon her, pin her down to the metal floors of the Vesper's corridor, and fuck her senseless until the first of Kestra's eggs pushed the gryphon's huge cock back out again.

Together they half ran, half dragged themselves through the ship's seemingly endless warren of corridors, pleasure drunk, driven by lust and humiliation in equal measure as at every turn they imagined coming across some random crew member who would see them and do precisely what procedure would call for if you saw someone doused in an unknown chemical that had altered their physiology. Pull the nearest emergency alarm, and contain them there until a medical team could come and analyse them, no doubt drawing the whole of the rest of the ship's attention too once they saw them being carted to the medical bay thrashing, whimpering and by that time probably cumming constantly and uncontrollably. By some miracle though, even as Virana's still growing breasts and cock rendered her jumpsuit even more tattered and useless and as Kestra's clit became engorged to such an extreme that her own jumpsuit began to tent like she had grown a thick, throbbing cock of her very own, the rush of crew members in the corridors seemed to have abated. Only one did they hear the drumming of footsteps down a corridor adjacent to their own, and thankfully those sounded like they were moving further away rather than closer and closer with every step.

"Something's..."

By the time Virana spoke up again with a nervous, even more frantic and overwhelmed little chirp, they were in a part of the ship so familiar that even Kestra's pleasure-stricken mind, wracked not just by that one orgasm but having endured several more without losing her footing since the first, could recognise it as just a few turns away from her quarters.

"Something's coming... I... I can feel... oooohh god, my breasts, I... I need... I have to..."

She tried to reach for herself while they continued to rush shakily forward through the ship. To reach out for one of her own heavy, now practically bared breasts as its nipple stood forth so proud and prominent that it almost seemed to stretch out towards her hand in return. Before she could get there though, before she could touch herself and discover what it was that was so rapidly filling every last corner of her mind with a frenzied need to fulfil that ambition, she heard something that stopped her in her tracks. The hissing of a door sliding open, prompting Virana to look up and see Kestra trembling, panting, one side of her face pressed up against the cool metal panelling of the wall just on the outside of the door open beside her. The door to her quarters, to which she had made it. To which they had made it, but now which Kestra seemed unable to take that final step through as the crotch and the insides of her own jumpsuit's legs grew darker, heavier with moisture, juices starting to trickle outright down the inside of Kestra's ankles and over her bare, scaled feet while she shuddered and grunted in what looked to Virana like more than just another orgasm. Much, much more.

"C'mon, we can do this..."

She whispered to the lizard as she slipped the arm which had been about to reach for her breast around Kestra's back, drawing the other woman close and pulling her into the doorway, then through. With a wail of ongoing pleasure, no longer able to contain herself now that she could feel Virana's body pressed up against hers, Kestra turned and clutched back at the gryphon in return. Her box of broken tricks and trinkets fell to the ground once more with a fresh crunch as whatever fragments of glass had remained intact were reduced to even smaller shards, and even as Virana was trying to reach out with her free hand, trembling, gasping, fighting to hit the panel on the wall beside the door to close it up and seal them away within, Kestra found her hands roaming over Virana's body and teasing away the last lingering not yet torn and shredded scraps of the engorged, enlarged gryphon's clothing.

The door hissed shut about two seconds before one of Kestra's hands found its way to Virana's right nipple. The first caress of the very tips of the lizard's smooth scaled fingers made Virana's eyes bulge, and the gryphon let loose an echoing screech as she lunged forward and pinned Kestra to the nearest section of the quarters' interior wall. The fingers firmed up their grasp, and squeezed the nipple between their tips, drawing a more carnal, guttural grunting sound from the avian woman as something warm and wet trickled down over Kestra's trembling fingers, drawing a lustful whimper from Virana's reptilian lover. It was the next motion however, a playful, teasing tweak which truly opened the floodgates. Virana let loose a keening, avian screech of ecstasy more primal and wild than anything that Kestra had ever been able to provoke from her before, and as not just the tweaked nipple but both began to dribble and flow with a now uncontrollably provoked release of rich, creamy white milk, the gryphon's huge, thick, now almost three foot long cock reacted in the only way it could to that overwhelming new sensation finally fulfilled and brought forth into being.

"Ohhhhgodyesssss..."

Kestra gurgled as she was pinned even more forcibly to the wall while Virana began to hump her. Not just to grind her cock up against her own nether regions as that huge erection began to unleash truly wild and wonderful volumes of cum, painting the lizard's already stained, soaking jumpsuit and the underside of both their chins, but humping the entirety of Kestra's torso and between her own heaving breasts with that huge, phenomenally hot and productive cock. She felt Virana's hands roaming over her as they rocked and bucked against one another in a mutually blissful fever, and as they kissed amidst their moaning and wailing, she felt her own intact but ejaculate and now cum soaked jumpsuit being peeled away. And, not a moment too soon either.

"Don't stop. Ohhhgod, don't... yes... yes! Please, mmmhh... more. Cumming. Squirting, gonna... oh fuck... ohh god, yes, Vira... I... I'm going to..."

With her jumpsuit tangled around her thighs, her upper body bare and her pussy exposed, huge, hyper-engorged and hyper-sensitive clit now exposed and revealed in its thick, five inch long glory, Kestra pushed away from the wall and sent Virana sprawling harmlessly to the floor on her back, only to leap upon the gryphon before she could even let loose a single cry of solitude or a single plea for more of the pleasure for which her body was currently so insatiable. Kestra straddled Virana's huge cock, and began to rub her clit up and down its length even as the gryphon's erection continued to paint her upper chest, her neck, her face and now the ground of the lizard's quarters behind her head with thick ribbons of unceasing, unrelenting cum. The lizard muffled her own wails and shrieks of ecstasy by burying her face into one of Virana's mammoth breasts and wrapping her lips around one deliciously plump, swollen and agonisingly erect nipple. Shuddering, humping, cumming as uncontrollably and unstoppably as Virana herself, Kestra felt the first hot spray of rich, creamy milk hit the back of her throat and gulped it down. It was swiftly followed by another spray, and another, and another, and... god, soon Kestra was gulping it down as fast as she could, and even then she could feel some dribbling out of the corners of her muzzle and down her chin. It was addictive. It was incredible. Most importantly though, it was exactly what her body needed to tip herself over the edge, and unleash the one not yet visible effect of the potions which had spilled out between and over them.

"Mnnnhh... mnnhnhhhhhhhhh! Mmnnhhhhhhhghhhhhh!"

With one of Virana's hands tweaking and milking her own still unoccupied breast and the other clamped down hard at the back of Kestra's head to hold the lizard in place, Kestra screamed a muffled but still frenzied, echoing scream as her already cumming, convulsing, violently squirting pussy took its release to a whole new level. A new surge of ejaculate gushed forth from her so hard and so abundantly that it streaked out at least a foot from where her pussy was still grinding its huge, impossibly sensitive and receptive clit against the length of Virana's cock. The next reached at least two feet, and after that there came the drumming of liquids against metal as the sheer force of Kestra's ejaculations began to launch her liquids almost a metre from her violently quivering, winking, stretching nether regions with force enough remaining to hit the wall of her quarters with some considerable, audible volume.

All of that though, the intensity of her release, the pleasure she felt to accompany it in those instants, was nothing compared to what Kestra felt when she gulped down one more muzzleful of milk, gave one more muffled but caterwauling scream, and felt the first tennis-ball sized egg slurp its way through her pussy, grinding and rolling its slick way over her g-spot before erupting forth with a thick, slurping pop. After that, neither woman could control themselves. Neither of them could stop, slow, or manage what they were feeling in any coherent, rational way, and quite frankly neither of them seemed to show the slightest interest in even trying. As the chemical concoctions to which they had been exposed interacted, as their bodies were overcome and overdosed by the combination of sensory pleasure enhancement and physiological enhancement from multiple interacting, overlapping sources all at once rather than one at a time, they did the only thing their bodies and brains and hearts would allow them to do without question or regret.

They clung to one another. They sucked, they gasped, they humped, they squeezed, moaned, rubbed, bucked, licked, kissed, screamed, and they came. And they came, and they came, and just when they thought another drop of milk and another egg might kill them with how good it felt, they came again, and discovered beyond what seemed like that latest barrier to oblivion a whole new realm of euphoric, mindless rapture.

And while across the ship most of the crew dealt with the consequences of the cargo bay collision with attentiveness, with determination and to the absolute best of their duty; Rilanthus at the centre of it all and most definitely amongst that number... the two people, the two incredible women he cared about most of all out of anyone not just on this ship but in the whole of the known galaxy shamelessly, gleefully offered one another the very same. They devoted themselves to one another's needs, to their companion's unceasing desires and frenzied, insatiable libidos while at the same time awaiting Rilanthus' eventual return that evening, and the chance, if their unintended chemical cocktails lasted that long, to share it all with him, too.

By Jeeves

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