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Joanna sighed as her spaceship's engines roared to life once again, sending heavy vibrations through the whole thing. Outside, what seemed like very acidic rain kept whipping down, the barren mine-moon evidently angry that yet another common trucker was about to set off carrying part of its mass. She couldn't say she was exactly envious of the workers, here; they lived in underground complexes because the surface was so intensely inhospitable to all life. Then again, they did get paid far more than she, and they sure as heck knew how to party.

They'd invited her to one of those parties while her ship was being loaded, and she remembered very little of it except for an echoing headache. Ah, well - Joanna was sure she'd had the time of her life regardless. At least it beat a few-month-long space journey at near-light speed. Then again, she'd specifically taken the job because she didn't much care for company, most of the time.

A loud ding from the ship's intercom informed her that she had been cleared for take-off. A disinterested, and rather hungover-sounding voice mumbled something on the radio. Something something, good luck. Joanna cast a final glance through the reinforced glass across jagged rocks and empty stretches of land. Gods, was this a miserable little moon; outside of the enormous wound the miners had dug into it, and the factory built underground using what the miners produced, there was absolutely nothing here except driving caustic rain and howling winds that'd shear flesh from bone.

She hit the button and turned off the inertial dampeners. Every time she did it, a thought tickled her fancy; this part, and really all of her job, could easily be automated. A few years back, everyone had been worried that the space truckers would get replaced by machines doing their job better than they could. They would've been right too, had it not been for a central factor that didn't seem to come to anyone's mind: greed. While machines did the job better, they cost a lot more than one lone, curvy lioness and a few lunchboxes doing the piloting.

Fine by her. The ship lurched as it left the forlorn docks behind, her engines scouring the landing pad. Joanne liked being alone, anyhow. She, her lunchboxes, and a few toys for when the emptiness of space was a little too much. She distinctly remembered one of her colleagues talking about how she'd installed a vibrating dildo on the pilot's seat just to keep herself aware while handling her ship. That was a little too much, but one thing was for certain; any space trucker, regardless of gender, had a stash of particularly horny toys somewhere on their ship. Show me one that doesn't, and I'll show you a liar, like she always said.

Another lurch as the ship defied the fierce winds, hovering just a few meters off the ground as its systems scanned the night sky, finding and locking onto their designated target. This was a distant moon, and the planet that was her destination was months away at top speed. Joanne waved a little goodbye to the miserable hellhole beneath her, flicked a few switches, and with an ear-splitting boom, she was off. Though the ship accelerated past the speed of sound almost instantly, the interior remained comfortable as ever thanks to how it'd been constructed. Something about delaying the effects of acceleration to the point she barely even felt it.

Science, magic, it was all the same to her, really. Either way, the moon was soon far behind her - visible in the rear-view cameras as a ball of gas with a seemingly impenetrable atmosphere - with Joanne and her colossal ship heading towards a pale blue dot in the distance. The ship reached its maximum speed quickly enough, which left her sitting idly in her worn pilot's seat. The first few minutes of a flight were the only exciting part until landing. The few moments during which she'd anxiously wait to see if the loaders damaged anything. On her last ship, they'd damaged one of the airlock hydraulics, which had quickly ended up with her having to turn the ship around while simultaneously putting on the emergency space suit before oxygen ran out.

But no, it seemed today was a good day. All lights remained green on the dashboard, and with nothing much else to listen to than the droning tunes of the solar system's interplanetary radio - which always played music so old it'd entered the public domain - Joanne quickly found her thoughts wandering. And as wandering thoughts tended to, they'd all converge in the lewd corners of her mind sooner or later.

Just one thing left to do. Beyond maximum speed, there was "cruise speed". Once she'd flicked that switch, she was well and truly stuck on course, with no way to stop it except by poisoning the reactor, which would force her to either get towed or fly all the way to her goal at mere "maximum" speed, which would take almost a year. Cruise speed, as everyone knew, relied on a limited but rather unstoppable reaction between specific measures of matter and antimatter that pushed her close enough to the speed of light that the outside view began to blur.

She flicked that switch too, with practiced ease. The old ship groaned to the rhythm of a bone-shaking rumble as the engine reconfigured itself, and then - in the blink of an eye - she was moving at speeds faster than anyone could've imagined only a hundred years ago. Safe and sound. Joanne unclasped her seatbelt to take a walk along the length of the ship, after which she'd heat up a meal, and then perhaps masturbate. Managing a job like this was all about finding a routine that worked and sticking to it, not allowing the mind to start complaining.

Just as she stood up, though, there was a loud clang from somewhere else on the ship. Fucking loaders. They must've not secured the cargo properly. Ugh!

Worse yet, if it wasn't that, then it meant one of those idiots might've decided to have a nap on her ship, and if there was one thing that was more tedious than these long space-journeys alone, it was being forced to have one with an unwanted passenger.

Joanne sighed. Walking in the cargo bays wasn't a pleasant experience either. They were a modular system, only tenuously connected to the ship. She'd never seen proof of them falling off at near-light speed, but she'd heard plenty of rumors. Not to mention that they tended to shake.

Ah, well. If cargo was falling over, or worse yet, if she had a stowaway, it was her responsibility to fix the issue. Joanne punched in her code and the massive doors keeping the helm and the cargo bay separate slid open. In just a few steps, she was in a labyrinth of boxes. The air smelled like oil and evaporating acid, and the floor was pockmarked by whatever the workers had dripped while loading her ship. Luckily, all the critical infrastructure was quite corrosion-proof.

She wasn't exactly afraid when she heard the vents banging as she walked. It was a little unnerving, sure, but worst come to worst she could just jettison the cargo bays, leaving them to be picked up by someone else if her ship suffered a sudden catastrophic failure. Say what one might about the corporation, but they usually didn't skimp out on their ships. Well... not that part she occupied. The rest of it was a few dozen years too old for comfort.

Everything looked alright, though. Nothing seemed to have fallen over. Maybe it'd been a micrometeor impact? The ship was equipped to deflect those, too, but sometimes a particle the size of a wheat grain would slip through and-

She barely had time to react when something appeared in her field of vision. Something clearly animate. It sprung towards her, hit her square in the chest - knocking the air out of her lungs in the process - and bowled her onto the ragged floor. There was no time to think. She kicked at the thing, trying to fend it off. It was some kind of quadruped. Half metal, half flesh, maybe. Maybe fully synthetic. Her mind was racing a thousand miles a minute. Not an alien, at least not a natural one. An escaped experiment from one of the planets her journey had taken her to? Fuck.

It was rocking against her at a feverish pace. It took several seconds for Joanne to connect the wet, fleshy feeling rubbing all over her chest with the sight of the razor-sharp beast pinning her down, and when she did, she went pale. It had an enormous cock, almost equine, that pushed between her suit-clad breasts. It was trying to mate with her.

Joanne grunted, leveraging as much of her strength as she could trying to shove the creature off her, but to no avail. It hissed - though Joanne couldn't pin down if it was hissing or if that was the sound of hydraulics working - as it continued to rut against her, the cock far too big to even dream of fitting inside the lioness, but clearly in some kind of malfunction or rut, desperate to climax. It was leaking something over her struggling body, though. Something fragrant, almost sickly sweet.

Was this a weapon?_If so, what kind of madman had the idea of attaching a massive equine cock to it? If a sex toy, why the metal? She couldn't help but stare at the massive flared cocktip as it pushed up towards her face, between her breasts. Gods, she could feel an intense heat radiating from it too. _Maybe if I... maybe if it came - if it even could come - it'd leave her alone for long enough that she could barricade herself into her part of the ship. Joanne grit her teeth. Being pinned down a by strong and horny beast like this _was_tickling at some primitive urges buried deep within her mind, and whatever it was leaking seemed to be soaking right through her supposedly waterproof suit.

Thankfully, her predicament didn't last long. With a metallic roar, the beast thrust a few more times, and then, before Joanne could do anything about it, she saw its cock flare. With adrenaline surging through her, leaving the rational part of her brain muted and distant, the lioness didn't immediately realize what was happening, despite having watched a multitude of males cum up close. Not before the equine cock lurched did she realize what was about to happen, but by then, a heavy rope of "cum" had already splashed over her muzzle. Joanne hacked and coughed, squirming beneath the biomechanical beast, unable to do anything as it coated her with thick, warm spurts. It came what seemed like gallons of the stuff - pearly and white, just like the seed of most biological beings - and the lioness shuddered feeling the sticky mess soak through the collar of her suit, even through it, coating her heaving breasts and quivering belly just like it had coated her face.

The worst part was, perhaps, that it felt so perversely erotic. Enough so, certainly, to leave the lioness feeling warm and flushed despite her best efforts not to. She was being bathed in what the male spilled, though, the heat of it clinging to her skin and fur even beneath her suit, tingling wherever it touched. There was the very real possibility of its seed being toxic, but there was nothing Joanne could do about it now except gasp with growing, unwanted excitement.

Then the beast jumped off her. It stared at her for a brief moment, heavy equine cock softening and leaving a trail of spilled cum as it circled her, before dashing off deeper into the cargo bays. Joanne heard its metallic paws hitting the floor only briefly, and then it was gone to lurk - or nest - somewhere in the ship.

Joanne scrambled onto her feet. Every step felt squishy with how covered she was, covered damn near from head to toe. At least whatever it was hadn't cum _inside_her, thankfully. Though just as she stumbled into the pilot's quarters, fantasies of what it'd feel like to let it happen were flickering through her increasingly lust-inflamed mind.

A quick flick of a switch had the cargo bay doors slide shut again, and Joanne sank to her knees, panting with an intoxicating mixture of fear and lust. She _had_to get the suit off. Whatever the beast had coated her with was affecting her thoughts, like a black-market aphrodisiac.

She was safe here. Relatively safe, at least. Joanna was panting rapidly as she peeled off her suit. Her heavy breasts spilled out readily, coated in a thin film of the alien's cum, which seemed to cling to her no matter how much she tried to scoop it all off. It was no great surprise when she found that her panties were completely soaked with her own arousal, clinging tightly to her swollen lips. It was almost like she'd been forced into heat by the beast. If not heat, then at least so aroused that her entire body felt like it was on fire. Except in a _good_way.

He fingers wandered to that yearning, tingling slit. Her pussy was basically begging to be touched, the point that her mind was flooding with fantasies of presenting it to the alien as soon as she could. Letting it breed her, or maybe fill her womb with eggs. Whatever it wanted, it could have. Luckily, though, she wasn't there yet, even if the first brush of her digits over her stiff, throbbing clit almost sent her into paroxysms, moans of pleasure escaping her trembling lips. She wasn't just wet, she was soaked.

Joanne climbed into her bed, trembling in anticipation of a mind-shattering orgasm. So what if she soaked her sheets too? It'd be worth it. And it'd clear her mind up enough to do something rational about the situation rather than letting her burning, clenching pussy take full control. In just a few cramping motions, she was pistoning several fingers into her sopping wet body while the fingers on her other hand swirled around and over her clit, rubbing herself towards soaring heights of pleasure. Her thoughts weren't very coherent, but the one mental image that kept coming back over and over was her on all fours with the beautiful biomechanical thing rutting into her with reckless, growling abandon. Oh, it'd bite her neck - her fingers moved a little faster, the lioness teetering on the edge of ecstasy for a brief moment - and then hilt inside her, every inch of that fat, throbbing horsecock, roaring as it seeded her with whatever it wanted. Leaving her belly swollen, pregnant with whatever strange hybrids...

Joanne came hard, yowling like a wild lioness as her wetness gushed around her fingers, indeed soaking a good part of her small bed. Her legs trembled, her hips thrust upwards to grind against her own palm, and she couldn't stop herself from letting out every helpless, stuttering squeal and groan of joy as she came so hard she damn near passed out. After those spams of overwhelming pleasure finally ebbed, she didn't move for a good few minutes, staring blankly at the ceiling and enjoying the occasional shivers of afterglow.

Gods. If it felt this good to just rub herself, she was in some serious trouble if she couldn't figure out a way to get the alien off her ship. It'd be _months_before she reached her destination. Plenty enough time for her to fully surrender to her urges, no matter how much she tried to fight them. That was _if_the metal beast didn't just pin her down first and force itself onto her.

Joanna shuddered again. She was safe here, right? The vents were banging again. The damn thing might've caught her scent. Surely it couldn't have recovered this quickly, with how much it'd cum? Even a synthetic creature couldn't be ready to go again after only a few minutes.

Joanne glanced at the ship's displays. It'd been three hours since their last encounter. She'd laid here, idly kneading herself for three hours.

The creature was definitely raring to go again, and it was actively looking for her. For a way to get in. She hadn't sealed the vents. When the clanging grew louder, she scrambled onto her feet and climbed into her locker, closing the door tightly behind her. There wasn't much space, and no doubt the creature could find her, but it was better than nothing, at least; a quantum of safety, even if purely imagined.

Only moments later, the creature crashed through the ventilation grate, growling and hissing. It was, rather obviously, looking for her, sniffing in a metallic fashion along her quarters, coming perilously close to the locker. She watched it with bated breath through the little slits in the door, preparing herself to fight as hard as she could. But then, it suddenly got distracted. The beast stuck its nose up into the air, drawing in one scent or the other, and then it beelined for Joanna's bed.

It must've smelled my juices on it, Joanna sighed, only now daring to - quietly - take a new breath. As she watched, the metal beast rolled around on her bedsheets. Oddly enough, it seemed to have a canine shaft now. Mutation? Or maybe it was equipped with several different options. If that was the case it was definitely some sort of animate sex toy that'd gotten corrupted at some point. With a growl that sounded almost frustrating, it began to grind that beautifully erect shaft against her sheets, and then her pillows, hips quickly blurring as it took out its evident pent up frustrations on the most intense source of Joanne's scent that it could find.

She'd have to sleep somewhere else tonight, assuredly. Either that, or seal up the vent, but that didn't seem doable without a welding kit. The creature was easily strong enough that it could smash through any haphazard barriers she put up. Anything short of solid steel, probably, and while she did have a welder, it was on the other side of the ship, at the back end, due to the hazardous nature of the gases.

That meant she'd have the make her way through the whole ship without being seen. Not impossible, maybe, but first she had to hope that the beast didn't actually find her, or all those plans would fall apart. Joanne was pretty sure she couldn't handle another dose of its aphrodisiac "cum" without being reduced to a mewling, feral lioness in heat. Then again, maybe that'd be nice. Just have it fuck my brains out, her lust-fogged mind reminded her. Joanne's thoughts still felt like she was trying to mentally wade through molasses, inner muscles aching from her recent orgasms.

She watched with bated breath as the metal creature finally reached its climax, the knot at the base of its shaft - not that she saw it in any great detail - flaring and swelling as it came, spurting ropes of its pearly cum all over her bed... and her desk, and her walls, in the throes of its orgasm. Little snarls and growls issued from it without the mouth ever moving, its synthetic body quivering and spasming in ecstasy as it seemed to taint as much of the pilot's quarters as possible with each massive rope of seed. One even hit the locker she was hiding it, splattering heavily against the metal door, and Joanne could barely keep herself from gasping as the beast seemed to briefly focus on her hiding place.

But it didn't come for her. Not yet, at least. It kept cumming for what seemed like two minutes straight, soaking her chair and instruments too, leaving her bed in particular a sodden mess of fluids that she should roll around in and lick- that she'd have to clean up with fire before there was any chance she'd be able to sleep.

Then, seemingly satisfied, at least to some degree, it pounced back into the vent it'd broken through with perfect, calculated accuracy, and disappeared into the very bowels of her ship again. Joanne waited one heartbeat, then another, the lusty scent of the alien's cum wafting into the locker and leaving her nose tingling with unwanted anticipation, almost enough to make her sneeze. Finally, she very slowly and carefully pushed the locker door open and stepped out, letting her eyes scan over the mess it'd made.

Yeah. She'd definitely not be able to sleep here. Every inch of the small quarters was messy with the creature's cum. Joanne briefly thought about how it must be eating something in the cargo bay to make for this kind of productivity, but then those thoughts were quickly overshadowed by the thought of how sexy it'd feel to just let it soak into her fur and body. Her soaked cunt clenched at the very thought. Eventually, Joanne managed to wrest back control of her mind, though, and opted to not give into those urges. Even though it'll happen sooner or later, anyway.

There was a panic room at the back of the ship. Solid steel, with its own oxygen generator. It was designed to detach in case of emergency and broadcast a signal while it floated through space, one that'd get her picked up eventually, hopefully while still alive. While she might not have to actually detach it, it seemed like her only lifeline at the moment, the only way out of this without becoming the alien's fucktoy.

Joanne stepped carefully, avoiding all the puddles of cum. The ship was on autopilot anyway. She didn't need to be here unless there was an emergency. She left her tainted quarters behind, along with her suit - still unfit for use - and went into the cargo bay buck naked. At least, Joanne thought as she tried her hardest to find a silver lining in her predicament, she wasn't shy about being nude. There were spare suits, if she remembered correctly, in that safe room at the end. She just had to get there.

The alien had knocked over a few crates here and there. Nothing seemed broken, but it made traversing the cargo bay a little harder, with several aisles blocked. The floor being metal didn't help, but at least when naked her feline paws were almost entirely quiet regardless. The air smelled almost musky, rather than the faint oily scent that usually lingered here.

Briefly, Joanne entertained the thought of examining a few of the boxes for weapons. Someone was surely transporting something she could use to fend that beast off with. Then, just as she was about to look more closely, a heavy, metallic weight struck into her back, effortlessly knocking her over to the ground. She barely had the energy to fight; not that she had any chance unarmed, anyway. Panic vibrated through her. Was this it, then? Was this the best effort she'd manage to put in before the alien took her, fully? And why did her pussy clench with such need at the thought?

She didn't really have much time to think. The beast rammed into her the moment it'd wrestled her into a position where it could reach her vulnerable sex. Some kind of slick, pulsating member sunk inside her, and thanks to the lingering effects of the aphrodisiacs, her body practically cheered the beast on, quivering and growing wetter yet with each inch. Joanne could feel her own lust drooling down her thighs as the alien took her, cheeks burning with equal measures of lust and shame.

Then, after only a few thrusts, she felt something warm and stickly squirt into her. A pressured stream of what could only be cum tickled her cervix, and before Joanne could as much as voice a protest, a sense of absolute, rapturous lust swept over her, leaving her crying out with pleasure. Her voice was shaky, and her limbs more so, every inch of her body suddenly hypersensitive. Her traitorous pussy was clutching around the alien's cock so firmly that she could feel every single vein on its surface, every flex of the urethra as it injected more seed into her fertile body.

It was_breeding_ her, and there was nothing she could do except yowl and moan in unwanted submission. It felt too good to do anything but surrender. Something swollen and warm pressed against her folds, and Joanne instinctive relaxed to let to force its way into her. A knot, she'd been with enough canines to know what that was. It swelled a little more, stretching her wide and ensuring that every drop of its cum would stay inside her, where it could soak into her womb and her very blood, inflaming that heady sense of arousal.

And it kept fucking her, not even slowing down after the first "orgasm". Even if the thrusts were short and frantic, now, thanks to the knot being stuck inside her, they were so energetic that they still took Joanne's breath away. Every moment of it felt so good, too good, just like she'd been worried it might.

The beast used her apparent submission for all it was worth, its hips moving like a jackhammer with mechanical rhythm and precision. It almost seemed to tune its thrusts to pleasure her as much as possible, exactly the right depth and speed to make that resonating pleasure really cascade inside of her. If it was trying to fuck all the thoughts out of her brain, Joanne realized, it was succeeding._She was barely able to form any coherent thoughts, especially after that first orgasm left her feeling as if she was floating, glorious pleasure surging from her white-hot pussy as it _feasted on the beast's cock, eagerly drinking every last drop of its cum.

That kept going for a while. She really didn't know how long. Joanne tried to count the seconds, but each time another orgasm swept through her, she lost count, her world narrowing only to that wonderful sensation of her pussy being downright used, submitting to her strange feral master, like a bitch in heat.

It wasn't before it suddenly stopped that she could think again. The alien had dismounted her, she realized, the haze slowly dissipating. Her well-used folds were drooling with that warm seed it'd filled her with, but at least her limbs were slowly starting to respond to her will again. Maybe whatever it was doing would give her an opportunity to escape?

That wasn't to be the case. Just as Joanne was about to crawl away, the beast pushed her over. She was too limp to really put up any fight, and obligingly rolled onto her back. That was the first time she really got a good look at the beast. She'd seen it only in flashes, before, but here it was on top of her. It looked almost like a weapon, with metal plating and sharp teeth, two glowing lights where a regular wolf - for it looked most like a wolf - would have its eyes, fixated on her.

If it was_a weapon, though, it was of a very particular type. Something _squirmed_against her drooling slit, something prehensile and oddly warm. Joanne didn't recognize what that member even was, but she was, equally, a little too dazed to _care. She'd already been defeated. What was another rutting? At least, if she just allowed it to happen, she'd have another one of those mind-melting orgasms. Maybe several.

It slithered into her, the tip nudging her open. Joanne squirmed as she felt it push into her, but it wasn't much of a stretch after how hard she'd already been mated. The beast seemed to approve of her acquiescence, leaning down to let its long tongue snake over Joanne's throat, growling - throatily - as it pushed deeper.

This isn't so bad, she thought, having no idea what the creature was actually planning. Not before she felt the tip prod her cervix gently, making the lioness twitch with surprise. With how slender the tip was, it pushed into her very core effortlessly, with only minute discomfort, and then, the metal beast grunted. Joanne felt something very thick push into her through that... cock? No, not a cock. It was an ovipositor.

That was the moment Joanne began struggling. She hadn't been bred yet, but she would_be. With the eggs of some synthetic wolf-thing. She pushed against it, but at that point, Joanne was far too weak to actually _do anything.

"No, stop, don't-" she begged, but the beast, as expected, didn't react to her in the slightest. Either it didn't understand, or putting its eggs into her was simply so pleasurable that it didn't care. Joanne tried to clench as hard as she could to stop the egg from sliding further into her, but only managed to squeeze it inwards, groaning in desperation.

The egg-shaped bulge pushed deeper into her defenseless body, the beast shuddering and growling as it forced it against her cervix. The pressure grew to something she could barely handle, an overwhelming and aching force pressing against her core, drawing pained moans of exertion from the lioness. She couldn't focus on anything except that intense discomfort, struggling and shivering, clawing at the metal floor. Her body, though, slowly yielded, her cervix obediently dilating, millimeter by millimeter, before there was a sudden pop of relief, followed by the feeling of warm, squishy weight settling inside her.

Despite herself, Joanne came, and she came hard, from both the relief so immense that it was actually ecstatic, and knowing that one of the alien's eggs was now safe and snug inside her warm womb. Being used as an incubator wasn't a fantasy she'd even known she had, but it felt so delightfully perverted and naughty that she couldn't help herself, her curvy body thrashing and squirming as she came around the beast's ovipositor, drenching it - and the floor - with her juices with each ecstatic quiver.

God. I'm in some real trouble-_she thought, but then, _another egg began to force its way into her, derailing that worried train of thought.

It went on for hours. Egg after egg pushed into her, until her belly was bulging from the sheer mass of them inside her, each accompanied by an orgasm, as if her body loved_what was happening, until the beast was finally spent, and her pussy aching and sore. It gave her face one last affectionate lick, before pulling out her with a wet _slurp. Joanne was left on the floor long after the alien departed, staring emptily at the ceiling, groaning each time she tried to move with the added weight. She looked several months pregnant.

At least there was nothing else it could do to her.

That meant there was no reason to not simply waddle back to her quarters and fall asleep in the cum-soaked bed. Joanne's night was accompanied by hazy, lusty dreams of being taken again and again.

When Joanne woke up, she tried to get dressed. Why, she didn't really know. There was precious little reason to even bother. She could barely fit into her suit at all, now, anyhow. Stretchy as it was, her belly was just too heavy with eggs, and her swollen breasts were a struggle to squeeze in, too. Enough so that Joanne opted to simply walk - or rather waddle - around in a daze. That pleasurable fog was slowly clearing up, though, and eventually she noticed that her breasts did feel rather wet. They'd felt wet for a while now, though she'd still been able to squeeze into her suit and thus not really paid any attention to it.

A quick inspection in the mirror revealed the source; she was lactating, as was to be expected, really, when bred by a particularly horny beast. With her thoughts rather sluggish, Joanne simply sighed at the realization, moving to slowly milk herself, kneading and squeezing her breasts until the milk began to flow into the sink. Each little touch, of course, sent tingles of excitement through her body, but more than simply erotic, the feeling was rather entrancing. Rhythmic squeezes, pleasure accompanying each, a fresh squirt of warm milk from her nipples, soaking her hands. She couldn't help but sample it too, finding herself a little on the sweet side, though not too much so to enjoy. Soon, Joanne was absentmindedly lapping up little palmfuls of her own milk.

She lost track of time again. It couldn't have been more than maybe an hour, but a small orgasm shuddered through her after some unknown time taking care of the pressure in her chest. The lioness let out a loud moan, shameless - there was nobody around to hear it, anyway - and felt her wetness gushing onto the bathroom floor. Just one more sticky spot to clean, she mused.

That pleasurable sensation was quickly followed by a cramp, though, and then another one deep inside her. With her little reverie interrupted, Joanne almost doubled over. Gods, she'd be laying those damn eggs soon. Who knew what they'd even contain, given the alien's strange mechanical nature? It could only be a few hours away, at most. At least, as far as she could see, everything on the ship was functioning exactly as it should, engines purring and instruments whirring dutifully. By now, the planet occupied a space about the size of a tennis ball ahead of her, considerably closer than the pinprick of blue light it'd been before.

Still, there was a long ways to go yet. At least she certainly wouldn't be getting _bored_this time.

A few hours later, Joanne was sat in the pilot's chair, groaning and grunting as her body finally obliged to lay the eggs the alien had stuffed into her. At least they were just eggs; while popping them out was an ordeal, it was easier and more pleasurable than a live birth would've been. She strained, clutching at the chair as the first of them slipped into her birthing canal, slowly guided along by the clenches and quivers of her inner muscles. That sensation _always_made her moan.

She heard the clickety-clack of the beast's feet as it approached her again, and Joanne couldn't help but let out a stuttering giggle, punctuated by the pleasure that each spasms of her pussy sent shooting up her spine.

"Hi, doggy," she murmured. "Look at what you did!"

She'd completely forgotten that the thing even had an ovipositor option, with how immersed she'd been in the fantasy. Joanne sighed, cuddling her pet against her, and pulling its now rather friendly head into her lap as she laid the first egg, shuddering in pleasure when it pushed out between stretched-taut lips. "Yeah, good boy. That was awesome. We'll have to figure out some more fun scenarios to play through."

The whole "stalking alien" thing had been fun, but maybe a little too intense to do the same thing on every journey. That, and she'd actually have to repair the vents and clean up her pet's "cum" from everywhere it'd stained. Ah, well. She'd known she just had to have one of her own the moment she'd first seen those things on sale. Biomechanical, untiring pets that were actually intelligent enough to perform some of the ship's duties on their own... or, with some modifications and additions, excellent lovers. Exactly the kind of company she needed on these long journeys where anyone who wasn't a dedicated trucker would get bored. Originally she'd thought of bringing some horny boy along, but even her curves would probably get boring over several months.

That, and - Joanne rubbed her belly, still a little sore from how stretched it'd been - she might actually get pregnant. Just the simulated experience would be enough for her. Her pet had a kind of hormone-laden cum that made her body react as if she was pregnant, but the eggs were simply inert silicone, and the cum didn't actually have any sperm in it either, meaning that with the eggs laid, she'd be back to her regular self soon enough. Just as well; it'd take her a week to restore the ship to its former glory.

Another egg pushed out of her, joining the other in her stained chair, and Joanne slumped back in relief. She could still feel a few inside of her. They'd come out soon enough. Her pet opened its jaws wide and engulfed one of her breasts almost entirely, tongue coiling around it to help knead her milk out. That was an even bigger relief, and she couldn't help but moan happily as that slick muscle constrained around her aching teat, feeling that constant pressure begin to leak out of her in the form of milk that her pet drank rather happily.

She'd stop lactating soon enough, the effects of the drugs she'd gotten pumped full of weren't terribly long. So she hadn't felt the need to use her safeword while playing with her little pet. It was all temporary, and even though said pet was fully synthetic, she liked imagining that it had some level of sentience. At least, it seemed to know just what she wanted, milking her dry and helping her relax as she laid those silicone eggs, one by one, into a neat pile in her chair.

Yeah. She'd have a lot of cleaning to do.

But then again, she had considerably more than a week left here in space. Feeling another naughty tingle shoot through her body, Joanne picked up her data-tablet and flicked through the pre-programmed scenarios that she'd bought. Stalking alien she'd already done... hm. Maybe something simple like Horny Pet. Or maybe Tentacles. She'd gotten those too, safely stowed away in the other locker in her quarters, and unlike the ovipositor, she hadn't forgotten that attachment existed.

Ah, well. Either way she'd be a very satisfied lioness by the end of this trip. She patted her metal pet on his head, and the beast rumbled happily in response.