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Captain Cutter had been asked to do many things and go many places in his time in the UNSC, from being present on battlefields to boardrooms, to advanced recon and desk work. He had thought he had seen it all, and done it all, that was until the spectacular end to the Human-Covenant War. With the implosion of the Covenant, Cutter found himself with a whole slew of new adventures and opportunities and the UNSC certainly did not waste time in shipping him off to many peaceful endeavors. That was exactly the reason why Captain Cutter found himself on a Kez'katu-pattern Warrior Transport Ship, the famous Phantom as it was otherwise known, cruising through space to his new permanent assignment, the UNSC's liaison to a former Covenant Assault Carrier. His mission was two fold, one to learn all he can from this ship and its crew about how they operate and function. The second task is to show Human-Alien cooperation by being the only human on the ship. Showing that not only can Humans and the former aliens of the Covenant work together but they can also trust one another. Or at least that was what the briefing had said, however, Cutter was having trouble believing those goals. One of the chief examples of his doubt was the total lack of anyone else on board the Phantom when he first stepped on it.

When it arrived at the outpost he assumed a small welcoming committee or at least a representative would be aboard to give him some insight as to what to expect on board the carrier. That much was common praxis even during wartime. Instead, when the doors opened there was nothing but an empty passenger bay, bench seats on either side of the cabin devoid of life and a sealed door to the cockpit. With no pomp or ceremony Cutter boarded the Phantom and took a seat on one of the benches and leaned back against the wall of the craft watching the door close. There he stayed for the next few hours alternating between looking around the purple cabin at any detail he could find and messing with his data pad.

He noted that the air had a faint smell of a musky yet surprisingly pleasant odor to it and some of the benches had stained patches on their upholstery, like someone had...well, had fun on it and no one had bothered to clean it properly afterwards. Aside from those details the rest of the cabin looked like any other Phantom, well any other Phantom that wasn't a burning wreck anyway. Once again it was brought to mind Cutter's doubts about this whole thing, wondering how aliens from two different civilizations with so much bad blood between them could suddenly get along?

"Well I hope my fears are put to bed when I get there" he said to the lonely empty cabin, taking a deep breath of the recycled musky air of the Phantom and letting out a long sigh, making a mental note to thank the pilot for the trip if he ever sees them.

Cutter must have dozed off as he was jostled awake by the movement of the ship and the voice of what he assumed was his pilot saying "Captain Cutter we are on final approach to the carrier, prepare to disembark in 5 minutes." Cutter looked toward the sealed cockpit door having his unspoken question of whether he had a pilot or not answered, thus he moved to collect his duffel bag and equipment case waiting for the moment the Phantom touches down in his new home, for the foreseeable future.

With a final vibration Cutter found himself aboard the Assault Carrier, a privilege not afforded to many, if any, before the end of the war. However, when the door to the Phantom opened Cutter was treated to a sight he was not expecting, as it was both equally alien and yet familiar. He saw various races of the former Covenant, mostly Kig-yar, Sangheili, and Unggoy, doing various duties around the hanger from cataloging cargo coming off of transports to fixing ships. The alien aspect to this scene laid before Cutter, in a different sense than merely seeing literal aliens, was that all these aliens were in various states of nakedness, many outright bareskin or barescale or barefur, all the while doing their various duties, male and female and hermaphrodite aliens alike. Dangling cocks, bare asses, cunts and breasts on full or partial display, the most modestly dressed were wearing form fitting undersuits that left nothing to the imagination showing hard nipples, prodigious breasts, and bulges to an obscene and tantalizing degree. And not one could be said to be small or under-endowed, with the smallest cock being impressive for a hung human to eye-popping and mouth-watering, and the smallest pair of tits surpassing most famous pornstars without extreme modifications. So distracting and eye catching was this scene to Cutter that he did not see his welcoming party approaching the Phantom.

"Welcome Captain Cutter to the Enduring Freedom" a strong yet feminine voice declared, drawing Cutter's attention and making him turn to meet the owner of this voice only to be shocked once again.

The owner of the voice was a Sangheili, a Sangheili that incarnated the very definition of a hermaphrodite: she approached in a voluminous burnt-orange robe that complimented her teal tinted hide and heightened her sex appeal, rather than concealing it like any other delegate ought to do. It framed her exposed breasts by design, trailing from her shoulders around the curve of her bosom, coming to meet in a V at her midriff. Cinching the two sides of the robe together was a gold tassel cord, the robe then parted boldly but naturally over her shapely rear and wide hips coming down to her knees, thus, exposing her sizable, dribbling, and swaying, sheath and balls to all who desired to look upon her majesty. Her sheath looked as big as a 2-liter soda bottle and each ball was the size of a navel orange, maybe even a little bit bigger and definitely heavier than they looked. Cutter assumed that she was either a diplomat or the ship mistress of the carrier, looking as regal as a queen, while looking as seductive and sexy as a Pelican's nose art. Cutter was in awe of this 8 foot tall sex goddess in front of him for a moment until she spoke again

"Captain Cutter, is everything all right?"

Snapping back from his ogling, he stood up, dusted his uniform and said: "My sincerest apologies madame, I was not prepared for the state of... the lack of clothing of you and your crew. To be so bold as to point it out: it was more than a bit of a shock." He cleared his throat looking her in the eyes and trying not to let them wander around her hard and curving form. "You are the ship mistress I presume." he says while looking over her entourage. In trying not to stare at her junk so obscenely in his line of sight, he ended up looking at two Sangheili with carbines and armor on all but their crotches, where they let their fat sheaths be seen by all. It did not help his embarrassment at all.

"Yes, I am Sulo 'Kamido, the ship mistress of the Enduring Freedom. I am surprised you were not expecting our nudity. I am sure we sent a dossier to your superiors detailing what to expect aboard my ship." Cutter looked clearly very confused upon hearing this, as he had seen a dossier but it made no mention of casual nudity practiced by the crew and even referred to the ship as the Enduring Inquisitor. Pulling out his data pad and opening the dossier he was provided, he presented it to Sulo for her inspection. Looking over the document her expression grew just as confused as his. "This is a dossier we would send out but not since the fall of the covenant, it's what we would send to recruits before they arrived." Sulo looked over to a busy female Kig-Yar whose eyes were glued to a data pad with not a stitch of clothing on her, which apparently did nothing to make her appear less professional. "Yue'', Sulo said evenly, "care to explain this....mishap on an important assignment I gave you?" The now named Kig-Yar looked up from the pad seeing the presented dossier as a blush grew upon her beak.

"Apologies ship mistress, I must have sent the wrong file, since you asked me to send it during one of our fuck and scheduling meetings, I must have selected the wrong file when you dumped your fat load in me." As Yue said this Cutter noticed a dribble of arousal came from her flushed pussy splattering on the floor in a lewd plop. "Shall I submit for penitent oral ship mistress?" said Yue with bated breath, looking almost hopeful at the thought. Cutter hoped he'd heard wrong but apparently he had not.

"Later my eager assistant, it appears I must bring the good Captain here up to speed about his new station." Sulo said with a sigh turning her attention back to Cutter. "Very well Captain Cutter, let me explain what my secretary neglected to inform you and your superiors." She straightened up her posture and cleared her throat with a light cough. "First we renamed the ship to the Enduring Freedom after we left the Covenant since I figured it was a more appropriate name." Gesturing to her exposed bodyguards and aroused and leaking secretary who once again returned her vision to her data pad while still leaking up enough juices to stain her inner thighs. "As you can see on this ship and many others in the former Covenant the crew are not required to wear clothes of any kind..." She said with practiced poise, then continued "..-and as you can see what clothing that is worn, is intended to highlight rather than conceal one's body." She concluded, gesturing to her flowing and provocative robe. Sulo continued to shock Cutter the more she talked. "It is also evident, I hope, from the interaction I had with my secretary, that sexual activities between any crew member is allowed if not outright encouraged: anywhere that is not a hazardous area, such as the hangars and reactor, be it the mess hall, the deck, the bridge, the rec rooms, every crewmember is fully free to have sex, masturbate or enjoy the finer pleasures in life." This once again surprised Cutter not as much as seeing a Sangheili's and Kig-Yar's genitals the moment the doors to the ship opened, but still surprising. As she spoke, he noticed many crew members getting hard or wet, which thickened the smell of cock, cum and pussy in the air by a noticeable amount.

"So I could have sex with any crew member, even you?" Cutter asked a none too subtle bulge forming in his pants. Sulo smiled coyly at that. He wasn't a bad shot with human women, but with aliens he admittedly had less game, but the gamble seemed to have paid off.

"Yes you could and can, so long as it does not impede you or others in your given duties, as for your second question, as much as I would love to show you my chambers thanks to my secretary I must now make sure your superiors are properly informed of the situation aboard our ships." She fixes Cutters gaze to her own "unless any of this is to much for you, I can understand if that is the case, especially with no warning or preparation" she the gestures to the Phantom " if that is the case then the pilot will fly you back to your people and we can organize for a new human liaison for our ship." Cutter held her gaze contemplating for only a second before stating.

"No, this will not be a problem, thank you ship mistress, I look forward to my time aboard the Enduring Freedom with you and your crew."

A smile spread across Sulo's mandibles at that statement "Well then... I look forward to a one on one private discussion with you at a later date." At that there is a small squirt of clear viscous fluid from her sheath that splattered on the floor in a small streak adding to the now rather thick musk within the ship. Motioning for Cutter to meet her gaze again, she chuckled slightly "Until such time as we can have that meeting, I will leave you with your personal assistants." Behind her, two Unggoy came around either side of Sulo, one female and the other male. They were both 4 1?2 feet tall, standard size for their species, and both stark naked save for their masks and equipment belts. Pointing to the female Unggoy "This is Tip." The one named Tip would be best described as a shortstack heartthrob: she had thick thighs that met with her cylindrical legs at a tapered knee joint, her forearms like tree branches with four fingers at the end of each, and what looked to be big C or small D cup breasts, all of this wrapped in a greenish gray hide. Overall she looked four times as stacked as she should've been. Sulo then pointed towards the male Unggoy. "And this is Dak." Dak looks much like Tip sans tits, with a cock that hangs down to his knees, just as oversized as his female counterpart's tits. Greenish gray hide, with a sizable well muscled rear, and thick thighs not as big as Tip's but still sizable makes Dak a hung stud of a shortstack. Cutter's attention is once again brought back to ship mistress Sulo, away from the pair of naked grunts though their presence was evident as they reeked of sex more than the rest of the crew, and that was saying something. "They are both fluent in human languages and all Covenant dialects, they will act as your guides and translators, assisting you in your every need and desire." Sulo said, crossing her hands over her groin, not to cover herself but rather to signal the coming end of the conversation.. Looking down at Tip and Dak she said: "You will be in good and capable hands Captain Cutter." Fixing him in her gaze. "As I hope they will be in turn." she says with an even tone. Cutter looks down at the pair of nude Unggoys and back up to Sulo "This is a cooperative endeavor after all."

"I will do my best ma'am." As he said that, she happily nodded, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

"Thank you, Cutter." She then turned to the rest of her entourage and waved her hands. "Well, we must be off to other affairs." Looking back one more time she added, before leaving: "I hope you enjoy your day, Captain, I have a feeling your guides certainly will." And with that, Sulo took her leave, head held high and hips swaying in raw sex appeal. With Sulo's departure Cutter was left alone with his new Unggoy companions, both of them at a loss for what to do now.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Captain Cutter." Dak uttered, overcoming the initial moment of embarrassment.

"Indeed..." continued Tip "We have been preparing for your arrival with much anticipation."

"If you want we can have someone take your belongings to your quarters while we give you the grand tour of the ship." said Dak with no small amount of excitement in his voice. Cutter thought for a moment, realizing that it was more than likely that this tour would eventually get messy, furthermore a little trust needed to be shown towards his new companions, to break the ice and make friends if possible.

"Thank you, Dak, that would be a load off my shoulders" with that said Dak unhooked his data pad from his belt, tapping it a few times, in a few moments a hover cart pulled up, manned by another nude Unggoy who had been clearly masturbating as the floor was covered in her pussy juices, with splatters of cum on the seats likely coming from previous passengers or her own thick throbbing cock.

"Hey Kalck, can you take Captain Cutters' belongings to his quarters?" Tip said while Dak grabbed the man's scant luggage and put it on the cart.

"Sure thing Tip, be happy to, lotta pent up folks down that way good for a tasty meal!" she says slowly stroking her cock. Dak chuckled at that, eyeing her shaft with hunger.

"Have fun then, Kalck!" As the cart left, the two shortstacks couldn't help but see, and smell, the human's tented pants, sensitive noses locking in to his scent. Noticing Cutter's straining arousal, Tip and Dak shared a knowing glance. Tip took the lead immediately with much more confidence than earlier. "Before we start the tour, Captain Cutter, you look a little ragged out from your journey, we could take you to the nearest locker room for a little refreshment, rest, R&R, chilling, anything to... take a load off maybe?" Cutter looked down at the two Unggoys figuring that this was a none too subtle way of getting a chance to ogle his cock without clothes in the way and, seeing this as ultimately rather harmless if not outright fun, he decided to take them up on the offer.

"Lead the way you two." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was practically dragged by the two Unggoy out of the hangar and into the corridors of the ship.

A short walk down the corridors led them to a set of sliding doors that parted at their arrival. Cutter was ushered in by the two persistent Unggoys and the sight he beheld was about what he expected after such a short time on this ship: the locker room, as Tip and Dak called it, was more like a steam room or sauna three rows of built in benches lined the entry area where he saw a Sangheili removing his armor and undersuit with the help two Unggoy attendants that just reach his crotch. Meanwhile the Sangheili was sucking off a nude Kig-Yar standing on the bench beside him panting like he was in heat. His lower mandibles stroked and fondled the balls while it appeared that his tongue was sounding the Kig-Yar's cock causing pre to squirt and squelch around the squiggling appendage. As the Sangheili's suit opened at the crotch with a partially visible cloud of sweaty scents, his leaking and musky shaft sprung forth from his sheath, dribbling pre onto the heads of the enamored Unggoys below. The small aliens pulled off their masks showing their mouths coated in cum, with strings of the stuff still connecting their muzzles to their masks. Tongues slipped out and licked the wasted frothy cum and swallowed.

One of the Unggoys shoved her muzzle into the Sangheili's sweaty balls, but since the bigger alien was so gifted, maybe a bit more than Ship Mistress Sulu, those orbs were basically the size of her head. She began lapping at the dribles of sweat that collected at the base of his weighty scrotum, with each drop being almost as big as her tongue as the steam of the sauna and the alien's impressive heat mixed together. The Sangheili eyed the Kig-Yar's crotch and splayed his mandibles, pulling his long tongue ever so slowly from the Kig-Yar's urethra before it popped out and wrapped around his face coating it in saliva and pre. He then proceeds to shove the other alien's cock into his maw taking a fraction of the impressive shaft inside with a loud murr wrapping his lewd tongue around the balls. All while, the slutty Unggoy was huffing the crux where the sheath and balls meet, eclipsed by a pillar of cock looming over her head. The other Unggoy stood on the thigh of the Sangheili, cleaning his musky pole with his tongue, gently polishing the crown at the very tip, lapping up the sweat and pre-covering it, while stroking his own leaking dick. Mixed streams of precum dripped down onto the kneeling Unggoy's face as well as the Sangheili's balls, making more mess for her to work on, though she clearly enjoyed basking in the lewd mess, eagerly swallowing pints of fluids as she caressed the bigger alien's huge balls with her small hands. The Sangheili continued sucking off his companion, bobbing with much more intensity up and down, from crown to crotch, spittle flowing as the attention given by the two Unggoy made his movements erratic and chaotic, though the Kig-Yar clearly loved the result.

Cutter's attention was torn away from the lewd scene by his own Unggoy companions directing him to one of the benches. Tip jumped up onto the bench behind Cutter, reaching around and undoing his belt while Dak reached up and tugged the man's pants down. After only a couple tugs, Cutter's pride popped out, much to the awe of Dak who looked at it like an archeologist would look at a prized discovery, in part because there was nothing between pants and cock, in part because the human was absurdly hung.

"Yeah I don't really wear underwear, a little too restrictive for my junk." Cutter said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, albeit not really ashamed of either thing he admitted, just that the Unggoy was basically drooling at the sight, trapped in a 9 ½-inch-uncut-dick-induced delirium. Dak basically snorted the air, inhaling Cutter's ball musk as he removed his own mask, licking his muzzle clean of the residual cum before taking a deep breath of Cutter's ball funk straight from the source. "Uh Dak, why are you sniffing my crotch?" Cutter asked, Dak looked up to meet his gaze and explained. But not before sniffing so hard his own cock squirted enough precum to coat the humans' feet and making the other aliens in the room stare at the newly arrived group.

"For a number of reasons: first and foremost it's so I can track you down anywhere in the ship. Our noses are very... sensitive. Second: Unggoys need two things to live, which are musk and cum, quite literally so, I'm sure you noticed that is what our masks administer to us constantly." Dak motions to his belt where Cutter can see Dak's mask and a tank. "We only need to wear them in the hangers and outside the ship as the ambient musk is too low otherwise, and finally..." he says getting very close to Cutter's erection. Dak takes a deep whiff and even gives a quick but deep lick to the turgid pole "...I just really really really love your scent and your taste." While Dak was speaking, Cutter's attention is taken away by a pair of hands on his butt cheeks, his ears picking up some snuffling behind him before a small tongue found his pucker and stole a long, long, far too experienced lick that made his cock throb and fire a wad of pre straight onto Dak's muzzle. "I buried my nose in Sangheili asses, Kig-Yar pussies, sheaths and whatnot, first time I got to sniff a human." He shivered. "Wonderful smell."

"Your ass tastes pretty good too Captain..." Chimed in Tip, removing her face from inside the man's cheeks. "Just say the word and I will happily be your seat cushion for a while, or a few hours... or a whole day..." She says, hopping down from the bench and sidling up next to Dak. "In fact, I am a wonderful night companion: get me under the blankets and you'll wake up with drained balls if you'd allow me to. I was the champion rimming queen back in training camp."

"Yeah, Tip here is a connoisseur of asses of all sizes, shapes, weights and species." Dak says leaning against his counterpart, "Don't think I won't worship a nice dick and balls, or a juicy clam if they were offered, love to taste and worship them just as much as a thick... drooling... musky cock..." Tip added with a smirk. Cutter was flabbergasted at the treatment he received by these two perpetually horny Unggoys he met barely half an hour before, yet he found himself desiring for more. However, duty came first and he still needed to complete the tour of the ship. Shaking himself out of his horny stupor, Cuter addressed his horny companions, reeling in his desire to feel his cock polished and his ass eaten out right then and there.

" Well... as much as that sounds stimulating Tip, I would still like that tour you two were offering, I do need to know my new home after all." Tip and Dak were quick to switch gears at the reminder, stopping themselves from throwing themselves on the human's crotch.

"Right, we almost forgot about that." Tip said, Dak nodding in agreement. "Couldn't you have waited for a few minutes before making us remember though?" The female Unggoy's playful tone made Cutter chuckle.

"Well if you want the tour, you're gonna want to leave those pants behind. They are... very much excessive here and I think you're going to be popping boners all day long." Dak said, gesturing to the aforementioned pants around Cutter's ankles, letting the Captain notice that they had a big fat patch of pre right on the crotch. Cutter sighed and shrugged, stepping out of the pants, before tossing them to Dak. The little alien pointed at a hole in the wall. "That's the laundry chute. Don't worry Captain, you will see your pants again... unless you go native and leave them out completely." Blushing from Tip's comment, he looked back to Dak for confirmation. Who winked not too subtly before just as brazenly putting those pants on his muzzle and sniffing, his cock surging with arousal as ropes gushed from it all over the floor.

Blushing from Dak's bold slutty act, Cutter turned his attention back to the group he saw when they entered, yet they were no longer on the benches, but rather heading to one of the steaming basins filled with a suspiciously thick white substance, hundreds of gallons of it, stroking themselves and each other all the way before slippin in. Feeling a pair of hands groping his butt and another softly tugging his shaft, he knew that Dak and Tip were trying to coax him out of the locker room. Much to their disappointment, he agreed.

"Come, Captain Cutter, you have seen the locker room, they are all over the ship." says Dak as they head to the exit. "There are more interesting things to be seen."

"Indeed!" Adds Tip "Much left to do! To see! To smell! Let's go Captain".

"Guys at this point just call me Cutter. I think we're well past the point of familiarity, no need to use formal titles. It's not like I care much for them." Following the two nude grunts and their ever jiggling and swaying sexual assets proved the suggestion not to wear pants to be a smart one, since immediately he popped a thick boner just from the sight alone.. The two grunts looked up at him with surprised expressions plastered on their faces, blushing more from the apparent breach of etiquette than being naked and surrounded by people fucking or masturbating.

"Do you feel comfortable enough with us to be that informal?" Dak said.

"Well you guys did, in fact, lick my ass and cock like 5 minutes ago. Less than five minutes ago." Cutter said nonchalantly. "Besides, you two are going to be close to me for the foreseeable future, might as well get used to being informal with each other. Furthermore, so far you two are a lot of fun to be around." For the first time since he met them, Cutter saw the two Unggoy sluts blush quite a lot.

"Thank you, Capt... uhm... errrr... Cutter, that means a lot to us!" Tip says, with Dak nodding in confirmation.

The Unggoys lead Cutter down the wide corridors of the carrier. As they went deeper into the ship, Cutter saw more aliens roaming the halls, and the more aliens he saw the more sex he saw: some were just walking around nude or wearing what would be generously described as clothing. The combinations of exposed cocks, sheaths, boobs, cunts, and butts, many leaking or covered in cum dripping wherever they walked were countless, herms adding a delightful extra layer of perversion and musk to the atmosphere that Cutter was definitely enjoying. Eventually, the more interesting sights were the varied sexual rendezvous going on throughout the corridors rather than any high-tech gadget or well organized room. All over he was seeing aliens getting frisky, from lonely males, females and herms all the way up to small orgies of six or bigger orgies of ten and more, though number was not at all a factor in making any scene less or more arousing.

One of the groups was a pair of Sangheilis giving a standing spit roast to a female Unggoy. Her throat bulged from the large cock pistoning down it, while another made her belly bulge out with every thrust from behind. The look on her face could only be described as pure bliss with saliva and pre leaking from her maw around the cock inside it, dripping down the balls of the Sangheili in front of her and then smeared back on her face with every thrust as the stud grinded his crotch on her as he hilted. Her pussy juice kept splashing around the rear Sangheili's cock coating his groin in fragrant arousal. Dribbling from his balls and her flushed pussy creating a small puddle of the stuff at their feet. With a few final thrusts the Sangheili studs hilt into the cockslut of an Unggoy, their balls throbbing in orgasm and with each throb the female's already swollen belly bulged further and further like a balloon, likely made heavier with a fair few gallons of hot alien cum. Then, the two Sangheili pulled out of her, holding her between their cocks shooting the last few ropes of musky baby batter all over her muzzle, rump, back, and themselves. With care, the two males lifted her up between each other, cradling the cum stuffed and basted Unggoy in their muscled bound arms as she slept off her cum coma, buckets of the stuff leaking from her pussy and pucker..

He passed many such scenes of debauchery between various aliens, his cock harder than it had ever been, bobbing with every step, leaving a thin trail of splattered pre, barely touching the heads of Tip and Dak while still slinging strings of clear musky fluids whenever and wherever, though mostly on his companions' heads. The Unggoys eventually led him to a large intersection connected to a dozen corridors, one of which opened into a massive room with tables and backless bar benches.

"This is the mess hall, Cutter, here you can find plenty to eat that isn't someone's penis, boobs, butthole, or pussy." Dak said proudly, pointing at a well-stocked kitchen delivering hot food.

"Although you can still find plenty of those here if you want." Tip adds, fiddling with her stiff clit. Cutter looks around the room and takes a deep breath smelling the ambient odor of musk and sex throughout the ship but with the added scent of exotic and alien aromas of cooking and prepared food, giving the room a deliciously arousing odor all its own. It was like a locker room, only everyone was having sex and wasn't embarrassed of showing off. And the smell of sex wasn't a bad thing but a good one. "You must be hungry after your trip, right?" Tip says looking up to Cutter expectantly, the smell of food and the mention of hunger work in tandem to remind Cutter of his basic needs.

"I'm starving, Tip." Cutter looked around and found himself somewhat confused by the way everything was set up. "You guys mind telling me how this works?"

Dak pointed in the direction of a cafeteria line, "Same as any mess hall in human space, believe it or not: the line starts there and you pick what you want and the cooks serve it."

"Only real difference is how me and Dak eat." Tip says, pointing to an adjacent wall to the cafeteria line: it was covered in a multitude of what would best be described as dildos, many looked like the various alien cocks Cutter had been seeing since he got on the ship. They ranged from small to downright immense, stuff that would put earth's horses to shame, most leaking a constant stream of thick goo. "Those are the feeding dicks..." She continued. "Real simple: just pick one, open your mouth, throat it then suck it, squeeze it, and stroke it till your belly is full of cum." She was fingering herself throughout her explanation, dribbling more pussy juice on the floor at just the mere thought of the process. "It's not rare for someone to get frisky with them and sometimes you get to taste pussy or ass on the dildos and boy, those are wonderful days. Basically two meals in one."

"Wait so they just feed you more cum?" Cutter looked down at the two grunt in confusion. "How's that any different from just sucking a real cock?" In fact, he didn't understand why exactly the feeding had to be done via cocks mounted on walls. But a moment of thinking, and watching an Unggoy deepthroat one of the bigger dildos so expertly that she was kissing the wall as buckets of cum were dumped into her stomach while she was cumming so hard the floor was a slipping hazard, he knew why. And he found it hot.

Tip took the question in stride: "That's where you're wrong Cutter." She then cradles one of Cutter apple size orbs in one of her hands, making his cock twitch and gift her a rope that landed on her snout. "This..." Pointing at Cutter's ball with her free hand while caressing it like a precious gift. "Makes regular cum, though it is nice and tasty and warm and feels good and I want to feel it on my snout all day long and..." She collected her thoughts after a moment of musk daze, then pointed back at the feeding dicks behind her. "Those make Super Cum!"

Cutter turned his head from where Tip was pointing then back at her, but not before seeing the Unggoy throating the big cock from before waddling away with a cum gut so big she looked like a human woman pregnant with triplets. "What makes it super?" He asked genuinely curious.

"It's a mix of all the cum from the species on this ship, mixed with a bunch of additives put in it to make it super delicious and nutritious, thus making it Super Cum! It's basically like those Sucking-off Marathons we did in training camp, only you don't have to crawl on your knees for dozens of feet sucking off five dozen sweaty cocks to get it. Sadly not as fun though." Cutter and Dak chuckle a bit at the dramatic flair Tip put into her speech.

"Well, I will let you two enjoy your Super Cum." With that, Cutter parted from his companions, heading for the food line. Grabbing a try he quickly found himself face to face with the cooks of the ship, a matronly blue collar build Sangheili and a bottom heavy Kig-Yar with muscles that could pass for steel cables, both were unquestionably herms and like many on this ship were naked.

"My my my... what do we have here, Liyda?" The Kig-Yar looked over to the human and then to the Sangheili.

"I would say it's our new human crew mate Lowa. What's your name, sexy?" Liyda responds.

"Captain Cutter ladies, pleasure to meet you." Cutter did not miss the tone nor the looks directed at his cock.

"Mmmh the pleasure is all ours, Captain." Lowa did not stop looking at Cutter's dick and licking her chops while answering and cooking more regular dishes. "You can call us L&L for short."

"L&L it shall be, ladies." With a wink, he grabbed an empty plate. "So, what do you recommend to the..., untested palate?" He looked at the wall of cocks.

L&L looked at each other for a second or two, silently communicating ideas, they then smiled, clearly having thought up something. "Seeing as it's your first day here, and you might be feeling home sick, how about our special take on your species' Moa burger?" Liyda says already pulling out buns for the burger. Cutter's stomach immediately let out a gurgle, betraying him.

"Haven't had one of those in a while, so sure I will take it. Although, if you don't mind me asking, what makes it special?"

Cutter asked, looking at L&L, making them smile sheepishly. "Well it's basically a regular Moa burger but I cut the Moa meat with ground Colo from my home world." Liyda spoke up, holding some fresh meat in her hand.

"The only other change is we put our special L&L sauce on it." Lowa adds as the two prepare the meal with such speed one might confuse them for robots and the meal itself fast food of the cheapest kind. "Let us know how you like it, Captain." They say in unison, putting the burger on the plate barely five minutes after the request had been made.

Cutter thanked the two cooks and moved to find a table, spotting Dak and Tip already having claimed one. Sitting across from them, he couldn't miss them looking at his meal with bemused expressions. "So, L&L got you to try their new burger, eh?" Tip says leaning herself across the table squishing her boobs over its surface. Layers of cum glaze her flesh and her nipples, her breath stinks like cock which means she had partook in some... Super Cum, or maybe the regular kind.

"What, is there something wrong with them?"

"Not really, it's actually quite popular with the crew, but they have been waiting for a human to come and try it." Dak's breath also smells, more like ass than anything else but there are thick hints that he too had enjoyed a snack in between Cutter leaving and returning.

Cutter shrugs. "Well, let's see if the hype is worth it." After a quick sniff, he took a tentative first bite, and in less than 5 minutes the burger was nothing but crumbs, then he licked the crumbs off the plate.

"So, safe to assume you liked it then?' said Tip.

"Oh yeah best I have had yet." Dak looked excited. "Better go tell L&L that you approve." Cutter joins the little Unggoy back to the counter, complimenting L&L for their handiwork.

"Hey before I go, what is in your L&L sauce? Really made it the complete package." His question was met with a giggle and a lecherous look from both herms.

"Sorry Captain, it's a trade secret, but if you want one of its ingredients we could always use some help in the kitchen." Lowa says as her and Liyda fondle their sizable dong and sheath. respectively coating their hands with their hedy arousal. Cutter would have blushed but he had expected as much, which made him more shocked because he loved the taste more than finding out the two had probably dumped a doctored up cumshot on his burger before serving it to him.

Shuffling out of the mess hall Cutter found himself satiated but suddenly very exhausted. He stifled a yawn which caught the attention of Dak and Tip, who turned their heads to check up on their human companion in concern. "Are you alright Cutter? Or was that burger too mighty for you?" Dak asked.

"Nah ...it's just my body realizing how long the trip was, Dak, you guys mind if we postpone the rest of the tour till tomorrow?" Dak and Tip looked at each other then at Cutter's softened yet still throbbing cock and finally they looked at his face and smiled.

"Yeah, we can pick this up tomorrow, let us show you to your quarters." Tip said, leading the other two down one of the corridors in the direction of the officers quarters. After a short walk across the same deck, they arrived in a quiet corridor with only a few doors in it where Dak and Tip led Cutter to one entrance and pushed him in.

"This is your room, and of course by extension ours: as your assistants we need to be always available to aid you in your work, whatever that work maybe..."

Looking over Dak and Tip into the room Cutter saw what many would call a luxury suite: it was a large curved room with a wonderful panoramic view port on the wall opposite from the door. With a sitting area in one area to the left of the door with an entertainment set up in front of it. It had a large bathing basin with three faucets colored red, blue, and, white in front of the curved viewport showing the vast and beautiful expanse of space. To the right of the door, there was a large desk sticking out of the wall and a built-in shelf next to it. Finally in the center of the room was a large curricular bed with deep blue sheets and multiple pillows. Cutter then noticed his belongings at the foot of the bed next to two bags and a crate he did not recognize, but he could guess who they belonged to. Cutter walks in looking around the amenities and checking on his stuff while Dak and Tip run in, opening the crate and pulling out various objects from it like kids on christmas. Some things he recognized like old CDs and even an ancient game console that Tip quickly ran over to hook up to the entertainment screen.

Sitting on the bed Cutter removed his jacket and undershirt leaving them on top of his bags to be washed later. His now fully and shamelessly exposed body tore their attention away from unpacking their stuff, their eyes looking upon his wholly naked glory, and they were clearly loving what they were seeing. Dak's shaft was hard as a diamond and Tip practically squirted on the spot just by looking at his flesh. Hearing their commotion stop, Cutter looked over to the two to see what was up and he got an eyeful, both parties gazing upon the other's gifts and witnessing arousal spike. At this point Cutter was as horny as the day was long, everything he'd seen, everything he'd been told, and hell even all that he'd been offered had caused him to feel like he had been pent up for 3 years. The cherry on top of the cum-based sundae was seeing Dak and Tip blatantly aroused just by looking at him. Cutter finally broke his remaining inhibitions that were preventing him from revelling in the blatant debauchery that surrounded him. And he wanted his first fling with the two Unggoys that guided him and stuck with him through the whole thing, but he just wanted to make sure before taking the leap.

"Dak, TIp, do you two really want to have sex with me that bad?" Dak was stroking his rapidly slickening pole and Tip was teasing her clit and fingering one of her nipples both very much ogling and staring.

"Gods yes, Cutter." The two smiled and so did he, patting the bed beside him, his cock at full mast.

"Then how about you two horny sluts get up here and let me show you what its like to fuck a human." There was a pause for them to realize it was finally happening, though the two Unggoys didn't need to be told twice.

They sprinted to join Cutter in bed with shocking speed and agility. Dak climbed up onto Cutters lap hugging him and nestling Cutter's leaking shaft between his sizable cheeks, gently rubbing his winking pucker against the human's fuck meat, spreading Cutter's pre accross his taint up to the cleft of his cheeks. Tip first hugged Cutter from behind slowly massaging his front and sides, her hands gliding across his muscles, made tough as steel from a lifetime of service. She drew herself even closer with his sculpted ass a moment later, burying her face inside his cheeks, inhaling the musk from his sweaty rump, licking her lips like a thirsty Earth dog she plunges her head so fervently between the human's cheeks that Cutter momentarily lost his focus and forgot where he was.

Feeling what the Unggoy was doing, the human briefly lifted his ass to allow her to easily get under it before planting it back down, completely burying her in his sweaty rump. Tip's nose rubbed against his taint, her nostrils flaring, filling with his scent, his musk, his wonderfully alien, new, novel, thick stench all the while her tongue slithered out to french kiss his sweaty pucker slathering it in saliva before plunging into his musky human hole. Meanwhile Dak had finished slicking up his hole for Cutter's turgid shaft, Daks own 7.5 inches of throbbing fuck meat was leaving a musky trail accross Cutter's wash board abdomen.

"You ready Dak?" He asked, while gently kneading the plush yet firm ass of his new fuck buddy. For a soldier, Dak had the soft cheeks of a pornstar, maybe better.

"Yes..." He said, breathless, his cock so stiff and turgid a mere touch could set it off. "Let me ride that pole till it fills me up with cum... '' Standing up straight and getting a bit of a boost from Cutter, Dak continued teasing his hole on the crown of Cutter's cock before spearing himself and taking all 9 inches into his body in one fell swoop. "T-th-then keeeeeepp... keep going!!"

Dak moaned lustfully, holding on to Cutter's shoulders and legs spread wide, rising up before slamming down, fucking himself on Cutter's pole from tip to crotch over and over. Dak's own cock was grinding on the man's muscled abdomen, leaking like a faucet, gushing fat wads of precum all over the human's front, glazing it in sticky, thick ropes of clear lust. Cutter rose slightly trying to meet Dak's downward thrusts trying to penetrate deeper into the slutty Unggoy's hole, as a result he was grinding his pucker into Tips lecherous maw pushing her tongue in deeper till it could tease and stimulate his prostate, lashing it like a soft and slick lusty whip. The room filled with the sounds of lustful moans, the slaps of flesh, and muffled slurps.

With all this stimulation Cutter felt his orgasim fast approaching, "You ready to take your first human load Dak?"

"Gods yes!" He paused his grinding, moaning, huffing, thrusting and pumping for just a second to look in Cutter eyes and then, with a final meeting of Cutter's balls and Dak's butt, Cutter's balls twitched and shivered in earnest, each throb shooting a rope of cum into Dak's ass, filling him and causing his belly to pooch out from all the musky fluid flowing into his belly.

This and Cutter's throbbing shaft buried in his ass, Dak quickly blew his own impressive, if not extremely oversized, load over Cutter's face and front. Cutter found his senses full of the heady and musky odor of Dak's thick cum, his mouth similarly full of more than just a couple shots of Unggoy cum. It was thick, dense, warm, tasted salty yet delicious. Looking down Cutter saw Dak leaning his head against his cum covered chest, huffing and licking his spilled load, still very hard and still gushing even after what must have been thirty or forty seconds of uninterrupted cumming. Hell, even Cutter was still hard inside his Unggoy companion, unbelievably so. He gave Tip as much time as she wanted to finish and lick more of his undercarriage, dragging his heavy and cum dripping balls over her face, humping her muzzle, essentially riding her face like a saddle for long seconds before feeling, hearing, witnessing her squirt across the bed adding a fragrant airy musk to the sex filled atmosphere in the room. Laying back on the bed still burrowed in Dak's doughnut, Cutter helped Tip rise from beneath his ass, letting him have a look at her cum streaked, saliva smeared, musky visage. The sight alone made Cutter throb inside Dak, making the happy Unggoy squirt out a stream of pre adding to the mess on his chest.

"Wow, Tip, you look... so fuckable right now." Cutter said, a bit awestruck by the sight before him. Shaking the moment of shock off, Cutter motioned to his Unggoy covered cock, lifting his small companion up like a cheap fleshlight, both him and Tip watching as fat dollops of cum oozed out of his rump and splattered onto the human's lap, further staining his flesh in white frothy lust.

"Since Dak had a ride, do you want to be next, Tip?" Her answer to the question at first was a seductive, alien smile, her hands groping her chest, teasing her nipples as rivers of juices oozed down her legs from her soaked, squirting pussy lips.

"And here I thought you'd never ask me, Cutter." She huffed. "Not that I hate seeing two virile males fucking each other in front of me..."

"And since Tip was kind enough to prep my hole you want to take it for a spin Dak?" With giddy excitement, Dak wobbled away from Cutter's lap finally giving Cutter's shaft some temporary freedom, though immediately the space was stolen by Tip. Spreading his legs Cutter moved into a missionary position, giving Dak access to his ass while Tip could sit on top of his abdomen letting Cutter's cum slicked cock kiss her sweltering vulva,

"Are you sure you don't want any foreplay, Tip?" He grinded his cockhead on her lower lips, feeling the heat of her nethers against his sensitive flesh, his cock lubed by cum and Dak's ass, her lower half drenched in juices from her ass-huffing session.

"I waited too long, don't feel like waiting a single second longer!" WIth a thrust of her hips, Tip spears herself on his dick right as Dak plunges his cock into Cutter's ass at once, with practiced motions.

Cutter's words were reduced to husky moans as Tip rocks back and forth, her cheeks clapping against his raised thighs, Dak's cock rubbing right against his prostate at the perfect angle, pushing Cutter further toward the edge at the hands of these two after mere seconds. The slaps of Dak's balls against Cutter's ass only added to the lewd melody that played for the three lovers echoing through the room, and the few that were eavesdropping from outside, jacking off and masturbating at the noises that they were hearing through the door. Tip looked behind her at Dak's blissed out expression, smiling lecherously at a lewd thought, she reached out taping Dak's head to get his attention.

"Dak take that phanting mouth of yours and eat my ass" reaching behind herself and parting her bouncing cheeks to wink her doughnut at him. He smiled with an equal amount of lust at the idea and dove in for the offered meal, winking him in the face. Shoving his tongue deep into her ribbed passage caressing her tract with lewd licks and slurps.

Having both Cutter's cock and Dak's tongue inside of her drove Tip to a near continuous squirting spree, coating Cutter's groin and Dak's front lubing up his cock which plowed her fragrant lust into Cutter's ass. These things drove both Cutter and Dak to blow their loads into their respective holes, Cutter's pucker filled with so much Unggoy cum tickles spilled even as Dak was still balls deep and Tip's muff much the same: crammed full of warm, thick human batter, so much so that it made her look practically pregnant. And as if they had planned it in advance the two males pulled out at the same time, firing a few ropes onto whatever was in front of them. Tip's back and front became coated in Unggoy and Human seed until she looked like a debauched green striped zebra. She wrestled Cutter's still cumming cock into her maw, drinking the last of his orgasm down tasting his pent up heady glory. As they all came down Tip released Cutter's cock with a lewd pop before smiling at her friends with benefits both old and new. The three lovers cuddled up in all their nude sex covered glory, Cutter with Dak under one arm and Tip in the other drifted off to lewd dreams staring out the view port at the star studded beauty of space.

Meanwhile, on the bridge surrounded by her subordinates, Sulo looked at the security screens seated in the command chair, reviewing Cutter's experiences on his first day on the ship. She smiled contentedly at the results, happy that her new human liaison had done so well on her ship. Yet the smile on her face was not just professional satisfaction, but also very much personal. Looking down, her assistant was servicing her own throbbing cock and swaying orbs, polishing those heavy nuts with devotion and love.

"Well Yue, despite your initial mistake, it looks like the good captain took our lifestyle in stride." Lightly stroking the female Kig-Yar's head, Sulo continued. "I think another hour of sucking and three hours of ball and ass polishing will do for your punishment... as much as you consider this a punishment that is". Lewdly popping off Sulo's cock, Yue looked up at her ship mistress, stealing one more lick from the saliva covered shaft.

"Yes ship mistress, that will do just fine..."