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Lime had two weeks on the space station. They had started it off with laying eggs within hours of getting to their room, caused Black to faint, and then woke up to mediate--Black had been shaking poor White. (Orange was still a Jerk and deserved what he got.)

Once everyone had calmed down, Lime had laid out their ground rules for Orange and White. Orange was absolutely brought to heel, kept on a short leash and only allowed so much bullshit before Lime got fed up. White was much sweeter, a Good Boy who was such a cuddler. Lime wasn't sure where or if Black would fit within their group, but was down for being a carrier for his brood. This was a proposition that made the Imposter sit upright and reshape himself into the more hominid bipedal form.

"Your proposal is appreciated, but you said that you would not?"

Lime thought back to just after laying their eggs. They couldn't remember much, to be perfectly honest. "Honestly, I would be down for it right now, but I'm human. Pure human. I haven't been augmented like a lot of the populace is now because I am too broke for that nonsense." They waved it away as they sat, still sore and just plain exhausted. It hadn't taken long, but that had been a lot of energy expended. "I'll think about it, maybe. I know rabbits can go right after, but like... a gelatinous type of animal might work better? Who knows, I stumbled blindly into this mess and now I'm in it for life."

Lime had fantasized about it before, of course. They were genderless as far as they were concerned, and androgynous enough to pull it off, but what would they really want? They enjoyed being dicked down until they couldn't feel extremities--that was actually the best part--but maybe they wanted to do the dicking and strap-ons didn't give them the same level of intimacy. It did work for most people! Which was fine! They just didn't get as much from the experience.

Now, however, the feeling of being egged, of stretched out and used until they fell apart... oh, they didn't know if there was anything that could be greater than that feeling. They hadn't imagined they would ever get the chance to do anything like that and now they had a nest of eggs and a budding harem. Or at least a lot of fuck buddies.

"Pure... human?" White was the one to speak up finally, head tilted. Lime smiled as they crawled back into their nest, waving White to join them. He gave a little noise, happy to settle in behind them.

"Yeah, most of the rich and filthy famous are augmented in some way now. Or augment those in their employ to make them more effective. Of course, they never leave planetside or their personal domes on moons and planets not originally part of our solar system. The company doesn't care so much for disposable workers like myself and we are often left pure." Lime yawned, poking White until he laid down so Lime could climb on top of him. He was so much better than the substandard bedding, their blanket covering the eggs and themself as Lime snuggled in. "With as many animals as we got on Alpha Terra, I'm kinda surprised you haven't run into some back alley augment who foamed at the mouth and lost their mind to the botched gene therapy."

Black grunted, Lime taking that as a "yes, I have" in caveman. Funny how that was universal. Lime sighed as White wrapped their arms around them, closing their eyes. They were... so... tired...

Lime woke with Orange on the bed across from the eggs, Black nowhere to be seen. They got up quietly, stretching as they did before checking the eggs. They were good and warm, the shells starting to soften in preparation to hatch. It would be at least a day, however, before they did and Lime had to make miracles happen immediately. They needed a proper incubator for when they hatched, a low level of water and soft sand for them to crawl in since both species had some different needs. They had about four days before the sprats would need to feed, still subsisting off of the yolk from their hatching. Best to stock up now rather than later.

Just as they were about to make the selection, the door opened to Black who had a datapad of their own and... Space Station Yellow? And Space Station Purple. And Space Station Lime. Waiting for another unexpected visitor to arrive, Lime was glad that this was the end of the procession. Not happy to have so many extra Imposters, though, because they would be the only ones Black would go to with unhatched sprats so vulnerable.

"Not what I was expecting, but as long as you trust them," Lime muttered, caressing Orange's torso to avoid his eye. He woke easily, taking in the rest of the occupants with a glance. He turned back over and Lime released a sigh. Good sign, then. "So, what's the occasion, Black?"

Black motioned ST Yellow forward, the Imposter coming forward to take blood and check vitals. ST Purple handed him(?) what he needed without words and ST Lime wrote down the results. Orange yawned wide and monstrous, grabbing his own tablet to send a packet of previous information as well as the notations and information for during the incubation period. It was as ST Yellow was gesturing Lime onto the bed for a more indepth internal checkup that White awoke, cradling the basket of eggs as he moved around sleepily. ST Yellow glanced at the basket, clearly wanting to check on the eggs but trying to finish his examination of Lime.

"I thought the OBGYN was uncomfortable," Lime huffed, leaning back on their elbows and spreading their legs, feet firmly planted. ST Yellow chuckled, body morphing as he(?) brought out a tentacle. "Oh, that's different."

"I do not have a speculum," ST Yellow stated, blinking the eye on the end. It was faintly glowing amber as the membrane folded over it. "This will allow me to see everything and make notes to compare to what your doctor's notes should have available."

Lime shrugged, curious. "Just know I haven't been able to afford an OBGYN in about seven years."

ST Yellow made a whistling sound, a low growl falling into the grumbling. "Carriers not even afforded simple health checks. Shameful."

Lime sighed, laying back as ST Yellow lubricated the tentacle and inserted it gently. Lime barely felt it, in all honesty, relaxing as ST Yellow worked. There were a few sounds, clear instructions and notes passed around in the language Lime couldn't hope to replicate, but no hurried movements. In fact, ST Yellow took a long while, little noises of discovery as well as verbally asking questions to Orange and White.

"Alright," murmured the Imposter doctor, taking a tablet as ST Purple stepped up to take samples and a scraping of Lime's vaginal walls. "You are incredibly healthy, all of your checks and balances higher than normal. I do actually want to talk to you about gene therapy, specifically with an "Imposter" carrier gene therapy."

Lime sat up, crossing their legs. "I'd rather not. Something in the carrier genes seems to create difficulty with the sprats in development. I had been considering other options, mostly mammalian, but there are animals that can take eggs such as seahorses. I'm not sure where to go from there, but it's a start."

ST Yellow tilted his head, humming. "You don't reject gene therapy so much as carrier genetics. Perhaps I should look more into why our carriers are unable to carry quite as many sprats as you have to term. If I may?"

Lime waved him on. "Gently, please. The eggs are starting to soften for the hatching."

Lime didn't see Orange behind them picking up their tablet, peering at the items they were wanting to purchase. White hovered, pulling out his own tablet to tap in numbers and crunch some data before making his own purchase, Orange doing much the same even as he requested a better berth for Lime, willing to trade his own for the smaller quarters. Wouldn't do for a breeding carrier to do with less, now would it. One of many perks with being a high standing scientist on the ship was that he could do what he pleased without question and what pleased him was changing around quarters. And some staff, if they amendable.

"Beautiful specimens. I haven't seen this many healthy sprats in so long that I am not sure what else I can do. Well done, Lime."

Packing their samples, ST Lime, ST Purple, and ST Yellow left. Black closed the door and locked it before settling in to watch. Lime smiled as they tended to the eggs, crooning sweet words of encouragement. Soon, they would hatch and Lime would get to see the beautiful children they had helped create. How lovely.

The next morning brought with it confusion.

"I didn't order a four hundred gallon tank! I had a fifty gallon!"

"Sorry, ma'am-" Lime flinched at the misgendering, grimacing when the worker rolled his eyes. Asshole. "-but this was on the order docket. Take it up with inventory."

Lime watched as four enhanced humans trotted the tank in, two more with a stand behind them. It was assembled within minutes and everyone left, Lime upset and confused. Orange and White were out in the station doing whatever they needed and that left Lime to their own devices. This was not going as they planned.

Black for his part stood sentinel over the eggs in the bathing chamber, only peering out when silence continued for several minutes. Lime beckoned him over, their eggs swaying gently in the basket. Taking their children into their arms, Lime settled on the bed. Black shifted in a barely there kind of way, enough that Lime patted the bed beside them.

"Oh, come on. I'm just gloomy because that asshole misgendered me on purpose." Black sat, back straight and helmet facing Lime. "Now, I know I need at least two Imposters for a proper egging. If Space Station Yellow clears me to breed again, who would you want to partner with? I know Orange and White are tapped out for the next two months, but you have options on the station that you won't on the ship."

Lime watched black ponder the implications, their hand rubbing their belly and the stretch marks there. It was nice to have a reminder that just a little bit ago, they had been filled with eggs. Their skin was surprisingly supple, soft even as they were a little pudgier. It was cute and they squished it in enjoyment. They had belly squish!

When Black put his hands on their own, taking a moment to squeeze the softness, Lime looked up to see him without his helmet. He pressed close, nose in their throat. "I would wish every brood to fill you over and over again. If it so pleases the Carrier, I would have Yellow, Purple, and Lime to share you."

Lime felt their face heat, biting their lip as they felt arousal. "I hate to break it to you, big guy, but I'm not that stretchy. Human skin has limits." As did their uterus. It was a fact. But... Lime was very, very interested in having all four Imposters fuck them silly and full with enough eggs to make it impossible to hide. Just the thrill of the idea had them far too interested with as sore as they currently were. "Not to mention, I need a few... well, weeks, because days won't heal me nearly enough. I'm still too sore to even think about doing something fun and naughty."

Black sighed, pressing his nose deeper in their neck, inhaling. Lime wasn't sure what he was trying to get from their scent, but when he pulled back, he seemed at peace. Kind of. "I will wait."

Lime grinned. "Good Boy."

Yellow of the Space Station Chiron sat back, rubbing his face. All of his face. "What a mess."

Purple and Lime, his fellows and companions, made inquiring sounds, the tones too low for humans to hear. Yellow threw the tablet at them, watching as a suckered tentacle caught it and brought it down for them to read. Purple trilled in alarm, Lime chirping a long list of expletives. Ship Lime was anomalous to them because, until then, they had been working with augmented humans. They hadn't known this and the failed breeding others had partaken in had left the humans dead as well as their own kind. Lime being pure human had lent them some sort of defense against the illnesses their bodies could create, the eggs, the sperm, and fluid secretions less likely to cause accidental poisoning.

Humans, as pure, could just walk off what killed those with augmentation.

But that meant unless they went about this properly, any and all augmentation would end up with a dead carrier and one more death was too many. Yellow had two weeks before the ship left. That meant two weeks to figure this out.

Cracking his limbs, he got out the blood samples between all of the humans and Imposters he had and got to work.

Lime watched as the little round eggs all rolled and knocked into each other, the shells softening rapidly as the babies started to work themselves free. The black sand made them stand out, the first one peeling away until White's first egg parted. Surprise filled them when the baby was a white sea star and not a tiny, slenderman miniature. An orange one was a tall and thin figure, tentacles hanging off the tiny body but clearly alike White more than Orange. Wonder filled their face.

"Oh, my babies!" They cooed, tapping the glass as more and more eggs split like tissue paper. ST Yellow was making notes faster than Lime could even figure out, trilling noises brilliant and happy. Black, White, and Orange peered over Lime's shoulders, adding their own noises. Lime for their part reached in to gently scoop a baby up, petting the body gently as the infant trilled and crooned. Everyone jerked a little when Lime brought the baby to their face, nuzzling it gently. And it nuzzled back.

"Hello, little one," Lime murmured, tone gentle and warm. "I've been waiting to meet all of you."

Unknown to Lime, they were making many an alien question everything they knew about humanity.

Lime spent all of the two weeks in their room, pampering their quickly growing children and making sure there wasn't another Incident. Waking up to her babies squealing because one tried to eat another had been horrifying but honestly half expected. What did surprise them was when they didn't try and take a chunk out of them when they picked them up. Lime wasn't the only one surprised and the Imposters were just as baffled when the young were much more likely to bite them as opposed to one clearly not like them. Lime laughed the first time Orange had been bit.

When they were the size of small dogs, they definitely had to be relocated. Lime fretted.

"What do we do? I can't hide over forty baby aliens in my berth!"

White shared a look with Orange, the duo having come together over the two weeks to figure things out. They had elected to do something different. "What if we had our own ship?" White wrapped around Lime, tugging them close. "We found an older freighter that is on the market. It's not decommissioned, but it's one of the models that makes it easier for us to slide through the vents. It's one of the "death trap" ships and quite massive."

Orange pulled it up. The old Terra Freight, older than even the Skeld designs, popped up in 3d to twirl. It looked to be in excellent condition seeing as it had sat docked for a year or two without use, and the schematics showed minimal damage to internal systems. With them not having to worry about sabotage, it wouldn't take much for Lime and their lovers to set it up, even with as large as the ship was. Five acres of space to fill and use, especially if Lime was going to continue birthing aliens.

They couldn't afford it.

"I can't afford that. I couldn't afford the tank, and yet... here it is. Unless you and your buddies have a fortune racked up, there is no way we can get that ship! And the costs of maintenance! Repairs! Fuel! We would have to work at all hours just to afford the fuel! The FTL is also damaged!" Lime sighed, slumping against White. "I can't even afford fresh veggies, what makes you think I can afford a literal aircraft-carrier-sized ship like that?"

Orange pulled up something else on their tablet, tapping the page twice before handing it to Lime. They took it before their jaw dropped. There was enough money there to not only mean Lime wouldn't have to work ever again, they could, in theory, buy nine Terra Freight Class spaceships and a moon that could be colonized.

That gave them pause.

"Question. Actually, several, but this one will change the rest of them."

Orange took back his tablet. "Shoot."

"Why do you guys attack, anyway?"

"Our territory," Orange shrugged, well aware that it would be impossible for humans to know. "And our carriers. And the creches. And generally just us being assholes because humans seem to want stupid, useless, planet killing shit."

Lime hummed, steepling their fingers. "So, I have a proposition-"

"Better than you bending over for every alien?"

"-shut it, that we create a trade system with Terra and your people and fuck up the monopoly on space faring trades and crafts. And, you know, repopulate your species and unionize." They thought for a second longer. "And refit all of our spacecraft to not be so fucking messy. There has to be a better way other than fossil fuels."

White made a sound. "I even know a few engineers! I bet you could convince them, Lime!"

Lime grinned, big and sharp. "I bet I could, too."

The massive freighter was bought within the hour, Orange letting their ship know that they were breaking contract, legally, and that it was for health and safety reasons. Lime's and their eggs' health and safety reasons, but that wasn't something one just came out and said. Seeing as people got pregnant all the time in space, well, it was an accepted loophole that sometimes people bailed to keep their as-yet-born crotch goblins alive. It was only possible due to a very nasty, public, and well-known court case seven or eight years beforehand that had gotten so much civilian backing that the ruling had to pass as Not Guilty for "thinking of the future of the child" among other things.

The scandal was still brought up regularly in media just to keep the fury fresh.

BUT! But, this meant that all forty-three sprats had to be registered as their offspring along with the known other half of the party and then have physical proof. They were going to have to show off a literal baby alien to a commanding officer of the fleet and hope they didn't get mowed down for getting some fantastic sex multiple times a day, seven days a week, and between several partners. Yet, this was why Space Stations had overflow of workers; someone had to take over when sex and babies got in the way of old bastards having a shitton of money.

"Commons Green is over the registration, but if we get together with Crimson, we could get away with being normal "alien coworkers" and not what we actually are," White muttered, holding Lime like a teddy bear.

Lime squirmed free, going to their closet to get partially dressed for a short jaunt into the wilderness of the station. Orange shut that down quickly by wrapping them up in his tentacles, sending an inquiry to the registration department. "That gives us two days to check over the ship, round up a crew, and make sure Crimson knows what is going on. She sticks her neck out for us a lot, but the situation is not the best. If she gets found out, you can bet she'd be airlocked."

Lime sighed as they resigned themselves to just being in the room the entire time. With their many, many children. "We are going to need a massive nursery."

"Drones," chorused both aliens, whipping out a different tablet, the design meant for it to be near invisible unless in active use and about the size of Lime's palm. They scrolled through several pages before having a conversation within their own language and ignoring Lime right there and all.

Lime got comfortable, barely raising their head when someone knocked on the door. White went to check and let Black and ST Yellow in, closing the door behind both with a sliding lock.

"I am here to perform a checkup on Lime and all of the sprats. Please be patient while I work on the carrier first. Orange, if you would..."

Orange handed over Lime, ignoring their squawk. In turn, Lime flipped Orange off. "Dick face."

"Bitch."

"That was weak, you can do better. Cum-guzzling gutter slut."

That brings a pause to the room as the aliens think about that for a moment. All of them collectively blink in some fashion of disbelief. Orange actually turns from his tablet. "That was a low blow. How does someone make a comeback from that?"

Lime shrugged. "They usually don't. So, therefore, I win."

ST Yellow sighed, literally tossing Lime onto the bed. "Settle down. I need to check you over, make some final adjustments to the paperwork, and start you on a hormone therapy that should allow you to heal at an accelerated rate."

Lime laughed, hiking up the oversized shirt they wore and spreading their legs. In less than five minutes, ST Yellow finished looking Lime over and gave a clean bill of health. "I will be administering the first batch of hormones now. If you are set on augmentation, I will have to request that you do not try to carry eggs to term ever again. The likelihood of you or the eggs surviving to maturity is extremely miniscule since something in the augmentation seems to terminate the spawn and the carrier."

Lime sighed, well aware now. It wasn't like the first time ST Yellow said something to this effect and it would not be the last. If ST Yellow could create a safe augmentation that would allow Lime to not only carry eggs but heal, that would be ideal. However, they were incredibly practical and while it was frustrating, they understood the dangers involved. That didn't stop ST Yellow from creating an agent that, when paired with human reproductive hormones, allowed Lime to heal five times faster than normal.

It just made them incredibly horny. Like, so horny.

"Am I healed enough, doc?" Lime questioned, voice going low and hoarse with strain.

ST Yellow blinked at them, tilting his head. "I should say so... Why?"

Lime spread their legs wider. "Because I now would like to be filled up until I can't breathe," they whined, hips bare and soft to the gaze of every alien in the room. "Please and thank you."

ST Yellow stepped back, form losing cohesion for a moment. He cleared his throat with a rumble. "Not yet. Tomorrow."

Lime sighed, squirming on the bed even as Black had to back away and Orange and White settled the heavy lid on the tank. While they were aware penetration wasn't something they should do, well... They had been researching. A lot. Lime would be well taken care of.

Clearing his throat again, ST Yellow turned to leave, beckoning Black to come with him. It wouldn't do to have an accident just yet. Lime didn't even see them go, Orange between their thighs as White paid homage to their body.