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Lime was excited as they disrobed and settled themself on the platform they had “found"—AKA, someone stole a nice flat chair with a surprisingly comfortable cushion and curled backrest—in their room alongside the color coordinated mismatched chairs, also “found" and brought to their humble room. Sure, The Talk had been mentally jarring, but as someone who knew the dangers, even peripherally, they knew it was best to get it out of the way. Black was going to be the first of the group, ST Purple letting them know he was on the way, just wait a fucking minute. All was well in their world.

“Alright, whoever is first, Black," they stated obviously, “needs to start because if I get any wetter, I'm going to start dripping and that's just a waste of tasty slick. Ask Orange." Lime looked over their shoulder as they assumed the position on hands and knees, well aware that this would be the easiest for most if not all of their current partners. Enough were quadrupedal that they thought it was a sensible move.

Black was hesitant before completely shedding his disguise and Lime, teratophile that they were, clenched on nothing as they shuddered in anticipation. Eight limbs distended from the torso, two forelegs that twisted into dog-like paws and two spider-like legs coming around their body. The paws hooked over their shoulders, the spider legs gripping the backrest as Black settled. Behind them came noises that only originated from a fat cock unsheathing… or an ovipositor dropping low. Lime moaned, slick starting to tickle down the insides of their thighs as the wait got to them.

“Black, baby, come on," they whined. “Put it in! Fuck me, egg me, breed m-"

Lime lost their voice and the ability to think, Black doing just that. Their ovipositor had a bulbous head that parted their folds with ease, the long, wide shaft just smaller in circumference as it slid through to the very depths of them. Fuck, it felt like he was in their throat. It was so good and mmmmm, Lime wasn't going to last long. That was doubly the truth when Black started to move, long slow strokes as their ovipositor started to secrete fluids.

It started softly, slowly enough, the tingling at their cervix. It spread the more that Black thrust, their walls seeming to start a fire, their blood heating even more. When Black pulled all the way back and slammed back in, Lime lost their ability to keep their shoulders up, arms buckling as the aphrodisiac worked them over quickly. It felt so good and the ease in which Black moved improved as more and more of his ovipositor was fed into their body. If Lime had been coherent, they would have been aware of just how malleable the fluid was making their body, how much more deeply Black could go that even White and Orange couldn't force. How easily their cervix was caving in.

“Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah…" Lime couldn't find words, mouth hanging open as they had to just take the ovipositor until Black slammed in harder and harder, their belly bulging with the force and length of every thrust. Orange, off to the side, was filming the moment for later perusal and medical records, White crooning as he watched their carrier receive another so willingly.

Black panted above Lime, limbs starting to shake. “So hot inside," he snarled, jaw flexing until it split entirely and left him without human words. The trills he released more than made up for it, praise falling from his mouth. Orange nodded along as the rest of the aliens milled around to watch, fascinated and intrigued as much as they were aroused. The knock on the door had white checking to see ST Purple there, body starting to, for lack of a better word, slide. He unlocked the door and pulled the other in, locking it back.

“A little late but we're just starting. Did you read the packet?"

White was a “himbo" but he was also Lime's and that put the importance of thought into perspective. Poor ST Purple didn't have that or empty egg sacs to fall back on and nearly fell apart entirely. “I, um. Yes?"

But just because White put Lime first didn't mean he was the smartest of their group. So, instead of being concerned with the questioning tone of the word, he took it at face value and watched as ST Purple came apart into what he actually was. The broad face of a giant salamander with brilliantly purple and blue and red betta fish fins looked desperate, hungry. Unfortunately, no one seemed to notice…

Lime meanwhile, started to scream, hands going white around the handfuls of cushion they had, body clenching in time to the fast paced thrusts until Black stopped suddenly, limbs pulling Lime tighter to his body just before the head of his ovipositor exploded in a rush of eggs and semen right into Lime's womb. Seeing as the entirety of the head was spreading their cervix, it wasn't that hard. Lime came with a sound that no alien had heard before, needy and high and vibrant in the air. Lime swelled as the egg sacs within Black emptied in a rush.

Black, torso heaving, started to pull away, eggs still spraying. Lime latched onto him, grip firm. To waste the eggs would be the worst thing, they thought, keeping him tight to their loins until the ovipositor stopped jerking inside. Gasping for breath, Lime released Black at last, half collapsing to the seat as his ovipositor was removed, though still unsheathed. ST Yellow was quick to take his place, wrapping around under Lime until his feathery feelers under the shell of his tail settled against their loins. Lime would have laughed at the tickling if a fat, twisted tentacle hadn't forced itself straight to their womb to release a deluge of tiny fish-like eggs. ST Yellow's many shrimp-like legs clung to Lime, Lime's face in his own as his tail wrapped tighter, rear legs securing his body firmly to Lime's loins. Lime whimpered into the feline features, pushing their face into his velveteen neck.

“Ooooooooh," Lime moaned, hands clamping to his claws as more and more spawn dripped from all nine ovipositors into their willing body. That was when Black came back, the moment ST Yellow was finished, thrusting back in and making Lime choke as they held onto ST Yellow for dear life. Their hips were raised higher, knees leaving the chair with ST Yellow still wrapped around their hips. Working in concert, Black would secrete more and more fluid until he came once again, Yellow working one of the finger thick tentacles inside and spewing more spawn until both were exhausted of egg and sperm. Lime was gently moved, back against the backrest and feet over the top, keeping them upside down with their shoulders digging into the cushion. Face staring at the ceiling, Lime barely noticed both Imposters stepping back to let others in.

ST Lime hopped in next, careful of the delightful bulge made from the hundreds of thousands of eggs that filled the carrier. Lime just smiled at the reptilian face, ST Lime looking like a velociraptor with neon green and caribbean blue feathers. When his ovipositor entered them, it was like being stuffed with a blunted cone, the tip fairly small and smooth for entry, but the base a cunt stretching bottle. He barely started to thrust before he started to cum. Short, fast, bird-like, their pussy barely touched scales before he shot off a short, intense burst, the heavy weight of eggs setting in their channel. Pulling back, he thrust back in and did it again. And again, and again, and again until he was finished, the sloppy work meaning that the eggs and semen started to dribble out even with Lime with their ass above their head and Orange seemed upset at the waste.

“Hold on, those are some of the biggest eggs and the bitchbird done fucked up." Handing his device to White, Orange strode forward, losing shape cohesion as his breeding tentacles slid from his torso and then straight into Lime. Lime was blissing out, moaning as Orange gathered as many eggs as he could and pressed them one by one through their cervix. These weren't small eggs by any stretch, each one having to be forced through. Lime whimpered every time Orange made one more fit until their belly was as large as it had been at the height of their previous brood. Surprisingly, Lime was able to keep stretching and they gave a dopey smile when Orange leaned forward to brush their wild curls out of their face.

“Look at you, carrier, all soft for us. I bet even White and I could force our entire egg sacs in you and you'd be able to take them along with everyone else."

Lime moaned, the push and tickle of the tentacles of their very first alien making them light up inside in a way nothing else would. Petting them one last time, Orange pulled his tentacles back, keeping them out as ST Magenta took his place. Four long, fat cocks flopped onto Lime's groin and they had to giggle, the top two pointed spades that rested on long shafts and below them were two smooth shafts with bulbous bases. Lime licked their lips at the ridges that lined the bottoms of the lower duo, making their toes curl.

Looking up at the alien, Lime started to giggle as their vision was hidden by a wall of what looked like wool in deep magenta. Their hands came up to touch the soft growth, reaching deep to grab handfuls of it as ST Magenta settled the first ovipositor into position.

The push was slow, methodical, delicious as Lime tugged him closer with their legs and hands in what had to be wool. Even with chest heaving and eyes unfocused, they knew they looked delicious. Debauched. Lime wanted to use that to make ST Magenta egg them until Lime was the size of a beach ball.

“Pl-please," they slurred, head falling back. “Please…"

White knelt by Lime, shushing them even as he caressed their body with secretions. Lime moaned as pressure was put on their belly, the soft dome filling out more than they imagined. ST Magenta rolled his hips, the ridges in his ovipositor making Lime's legs twitch and flail even as their body melted deeper into the cushions. He grunted as he ground deep, the head of his ovipositor seeking the lips of their softened, pliable cervix.

“When you said egg hungry, you didn't mention how desperate they were," ST Magenta commented, rocking his hips until the tip of his ovipositor clamped onto Lime's dilated cervix. “Cute little carrier, sucking me in. Are you sure humans aren't built for this?"

Orange hummed. “Of course they're not. Mammals like them don't lay eggs. But it is cute how fucked out Lime gets."

White laughed, flicking Lime's clit until they were bowing off the chair, eyes rolled back and voice let loose in a yowl. ST Magenta cursed, base knotting into Lime as the smaller body tied to him made him egg early. Black gave a smug little noise as he laid like a rug on the floor, ST Yellow draped over him as they relaxed. “Mm, little carrier could nearly be a Queen."

“What blasphemy," muttered ST Lime, snapping at Orange until the sea star unsheathed four inch hooked talons in threat, the velociraptor backing down. “Oh, fuck you."

“Fuck yourself, you dumb chicken."

White laughed gently, rumbling a low sound as he petted the sole human.

For Lime, it was a simple kind of bliss to listen to them, allowing the group of aliens to ground their thoughts as their belly shifted and expanded one egg at a time. When the last egg settled, ST Magenta was quick to switch his ovipositors out and Lime felt their eyes close in happiness. Tears pricked their eyes, hands shaking as they held tight to the soft wool of their reptilian lover and rode the ecstasy of being overfilled and used with delight. Once the stretch and ache of another knot signaled his release, Lime reached for White's hand, holding it tight as they took the eggs willingly.

Once the knot released and the pressure eased, two fat dicks entered them, the sound they made heavy with sleepy arousal. White caressed their face, Lime smiling at him even as tears trickled from the corners of their eyes. ST Magenta thrusting methodically helped ease the strain, White wiping more of his secretion on their belly. Lime sighed as they drifted deeper, shivering at the stimulation that was cranking higher and higher before a shaky release. ST Magenta trilled before mashing his hips to Lime's, cock jerking before flooding Lime so full that they dripped on the chair.

When ST Magenta wound down, Lime wondered if they would even be able to take ST Purple with as full as they felt.

Unfortunately, ST Purple really hadn't read more than the introductory page. This was a minor--minor, minor--problem.

As ST Magenta pulled away, ST Purple pulled up and didn't even think to check with White while Lime was this far gone, nor Orange who was the head of this party. As was stated explicitly in the packet and signaled by previously mentioned parties. He pulled up, pushed his ovipositor in, and latched on immediately, eggs spilling forth in a flood of nineteen millimeter spheres that made Lime come alive and not in a good way. The stretch was fast, intense, and well past their endurance level. Lime whined, gripping White tighter, eyes shooting open.

“Owwie, ow, ow, ow," they complained, feet planting against ST Purple. “You did not read the packet. Back off!"

ST Purple whimpered, trying to get closer as Lime extended their legs. Orange was quick to act, wrapping his tentacles around ST Purple and pulling him back, the rough texture of his skin leaving welts behind. Black was right there with him as ST Yellow hurried to Lime even as White hurried to soothe their skin that was visibly straining. Many were concerned, hovering even as Orange and Black hauled ST Purple into the bathing quarters. White chirped, looking at ST Lime before he wandered away even as Lime themself sighed as the strain was marginally eased.

“There is always one," they pouted, sighing as Black loomed over them again, hands equally covered in viscous liquid as he helped White soothe the reddened, stretched skin. Orange returned, gathering some fluid from White and Black on his smooth tentacles. “Hey, thanks for being so quick."

Orange hummed as he moved Black aside, centering his tentacles before pushing them and their payload deep inside. He grinned as Lime moaned. “Think nothing of it. Black was correct, as much as I hate to agree with him. You are our Queen now, Lime. Carrier, Queen. I would perhaps say King, but we do not have a breeding stud half so powerful. Though, if you prefer Monarch, we would all be happy to oblige."

Lime was in no state to respond, the tender ministrations of White, Black, and Orange helping with the pain and the stretch of skin causing them to whimper. Orange chuckled, letting his tentacles adjust inside Lime until he could plug them. ST Yellow followed, strengthening the plug. Lime was soft, pliant as the group started to clean and tend to the lone human.

Orange found his tablet under the chair, checking the recording and taking notes, ST Yellow coming over to hover as Orange compiled information into a coherent stream and then sending a copy out. Lime was asleep before Black and White finished wiping them down, breath slow and consistent. Bundled onto the bed, they missed the drama aftermath.

“Purple ain't a problem no more," ST Lime stated, picking his teeth. Orange smacked him upside the head, scruffing him immediately afterwards.

“Alright, out. Everybody but Yellow, fuck off." White laughed, crawling up beside Lime in the soft nest. Black flipped Orange off, helping out by scruffing the Imposter Lime and marching him through the door. ST Magenta left a data chip for Lime, thanking Orange for allowing him to participate. Once it was just the three Imposters and the exhausted Lime, ST Yellow got to work, checking Lime over and taking copious notes. Orange compared the notes to his own observations, pointing out inconsistencies just part and parcel of the human element.

The biggest set of notes was how Black and White were capable of secreting different fluids that allowed Lime a safer, better experience. ST Yellow tapped his handheld.

“How willing are you about handing over a sample for further analysis?"

White cringed a little, waving his hand in a so-so motion. “It takes too long for mine to grow back. Six lunar rotations at the minimum."

ST Yellow notated that. “I'll come back with vials tomorrow. Black is a hardy battle breed, his regeneration should be much higher."

Orange hummed even as he made a separate page of who and what types of his own kind affected the little Monarch. “Yeah, but fluid vials would be very useful. Do you have one of his kind available for taking with us? Tomorrow, we'll register the other sprats with Lime and finish the preparations on the ship, so registering another Crewmate would expedite the process."

ST Yellow hummed. “Let me see what I can do."