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Lime smiled as they awoke, belly tight over the eggs that Orange had so generously given them. It had only been a few days, but already they were seeing a difference. They stretched, arms above their head, groaning a little. Fuck yeah, they felt fantastic and all was good.

Orange had gone back to work yesterday and was diligent about coming to collect blood samples, not worried as such (liar), but he had been quietly hovering. Apparently, when the species didn't have to handle eggs, it made for less need to eat fresh meat. Fresh meat that Orange could ignore to greater efficiency as the bio-scientist he was. While there had been a death in electrical, that had been because someone hadn't worn their gloves and had the entirety of the ship's current run through them and Orange hadn't needed to eat them. That meant that Orange hid the body for others while putting on the official obituary paperwork that he ejected the body.

Kinda gross but what could they do? Lime was but a mere monster fucking, alien dominating slut. Giggling to themself, they perked up when someone knocked on their door. Pulling their blankets up, Lime called for them to enter. It was White!

White seemed hesitant when peeking in but otherwise peppy as usual. White was a bit… spastic, sometimes, goofy but kind to most everyone. Lime really did like them in a “friendly acquaintance" kind of way. To be perfectly honest, White reminded Lime of himbos. But, like, a million times sweeter and adorably bashful.

That notion stopped the moment Lime's door closed behind the tall white figure and he seemed to break apart.

His legs grew in length as another section was added, his arms splitting in half, his torso thinning out and elongating. This was no tentacle starfish. This was a boogie man, a nightmare of children's dreams, a conglomeration of slender man and siren head if they were completely white and amorphous. Lime would possibly be more concerned if the area where a stomach would sit hadn't split open to reveal three thick phallus like tubes, the actual mouth an arm length above it licking his lips.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no no no no no… White? Was hot. H-O-T hot, and Lime was not ready for it!!

“Oooh, yes! Did you come to breed me, too? Egg me up and flood me full of seed?" They grinned, sliding their legs wide as they threw away the covers. “Come on, sweetheart, we'll work out the kinky contracts later, alright? Orange is a Bad Boy and needs punishment sometimes, but you are such a Good Boy and I bet you'll stuff me like a turkey!"

White seemed to hesitate, probably used to screaming and fear instead of enthusiastic consent to be railed. Lime proooobably needed to calm down but it was difficult with a hottie like that looming over their prone, bare, needy body. White seemed to shrink a little, folding back in on himself before taking a deep breath.

“I, u-um. I wanna breed you but you're…"

“Human?"

“Small. I don't… I don't know how to make it work?"

Lime have a small 'ah' before sitting up, letting their legs dangle over the edge of the bed. They patted the space beside them and White crouched until he could sit, giant cricket legs taking up a lot of room. That was fine, Lime decided, standing on their bed to get the clearance needed to sit on White's lap. He squirmed when their warm skin came in contact with what felt like a carapace, but much larger than the beetles back on earth.

“How about you tell me a little on how you work? O had to have all of his tentacles inside me before he could deliver his eggs. What about you?"

White nibbles on his lip, teeth like razors barely denting the malleable shell. “Ah, hm. I do it one at a time?"

Lime pushed their fingers against his body, the shell acting more like rubber than hard chiton. Fascinating. “Do you or do you not need to insert all of your joysticks in at once?"

“N-no. One at a time."

Lime grinned up at him, adjusting how they were sitting. “Good boy. Now, yours isn't quite a tentacle as it is much more phallic. Does that mean you thrust your hips?"

“Y-yeah."

“Lovely. You know what that means?" White shook his head. Lime patted his dick? ovipositor? as they squeezed their thighs. “That means I'm going to show you where to put the first one and then, once you've laid your cute little eggs in my belly, you get to do it twice more. If that's okay with you."

White squirmed between their thighs but actually took a moment to think about it. It was adorable and Lime only grinned when White nodded with a soft “yeah" under his breath. Lime patted his side, working their way to their feet so they could hover over the first and closest phallic tube. They fingered their hole, feeling the loose, sloppy effect of having Orange eating them out twice a day for hours on end. Sure, he had left four hours ago, but spending six being stretched with that fat tongue left a mark.

“Alright, ready?" White nodded, teeth back against his lip. Lime pressed a kiss to his cheek, rising up on toes before grasping the one they picked and slowly dropping down until the head was firmly inside their channel. They both groaned, White and Lime shivering in delight. Large, long hands with too many joints wrapped around their hips, Lime liking the white contrast against their umber skin. “Alright, sweetie," they panted. “Just, mmmm, I dilate at m-my cervix when I orgasm. It's how Orange was able to… u-um, hold on."

Lime made to move. White, cute, soft White, gripped their waist hard enough to bruise before pulling them down all at once. Lime felt like their mind exploded, gone with the wind. White was smaller than Orange only by the virtue that it wasn't every tentacle Orange had being shoved into their cunt. But by the space stations it was close. Their thighs clamped tight to his side but that made little difference to White who started to lift Lime only enough to bring them back down on his torso, smacking flesh off of malleable carapace.

Lime grabbed his arms only to find four, not two, the limbs splitting entirely from shoulder to wrist and adding just that much more force. Lime squealed, the head of the phallic tube slapping their cervix meanly but in the best and worstpossible way. It ached, it hurt, and Lime was getting off on it. Maybe it was how forceful White was. Maybe it was because they had no say over this moment. Whatever it was, Lime was living the dream as an orgasm washed up over them near immediately.

White groaned when he felt the cervix dilate, kissing at the head of his ovipositor, growling as he kept flexing his arms until he gnashed his teeth. It wasn't enough despite his partner now ready to receive him. Flipping them over slowly, he turned Lime around on his phallus pushing them onto the bed as he knelt awkwardly on the floor. The flexing of their body hadn't quieted at all and White whimpered before shifting his hips to start thrusting hard and fast.

Lime squealed, legs kicking on the mattress as they allowed him, White, to use them. His arousal cranked higher, body moving faster until he felt the release of the first egg sack. Unlike Orange who had marble sized eggs, White had much larger ones. That meant he secreted softening agents from the tips of each ovipositor that allowed him to force the eggs into what would often be an unwilling mate. It also meant that the base would lock into his partner, as well as at the cervix.

He could feel his base starting to swell, Lime getting louder and louder until he locked inside their small body, the tip bursting with softener that filled the interior of his mate until they were gasping as it rounded them out more and more, making them elastic and tingly. Once that was finished, the tip pressed tighter to the cervix, the slow dilation of his own ovipositor making their cervix part. There was pain, of course, but it was much more mild.

“Oh fuck," was mumbled into the covers of the bed, Lime languid beneath him. He concurred, shivering as the first of several eggs descended into the tube and worked their way out. The ovipositor contracted and then, with a push, the first egg sat at the tip, waiting for more to force it inside.

Lime whimpered, White stuttering with his hips as more pressure built until, finally, it released and the eggs that had backed up exploded into the body below him. Lime screamed, small hands fisting in the standard covers until their dark hands went white at the knuckles. It was a pretty sight, White grunting as the final eggs pressed tightly into the body he was relieving himself with.

By the stars, he felt good.

Lime was in a hazy place, mind blissed out as their belly grew exponentially. By the time the last eggs settled with a vibration of a clack inside, the wash of semen was a balm. It took several minutes afterwards for the motherfucking knotsto release and for White to pull out. Lime was so good, so good, and this was awesome.

But Lime forgot, somehow, that White had not one, not two, but three ovipositors and shifted just enough to slam the next one home. Lime howled, immediately in another orgasm as White worked themself off. Harder, faster, more sure as three fingered hands held down their shoulders and another three fingered hand held to their hips to keep them in place.

“Oh fuck, oh stars, oh fuck yes please more,"Lime wailed probably loud enough to be heard even through the excellent sound proofing and insulation, the one thing the big wigs didn't skimp on. They didn't know if the fluid made them more sensitive or what, but another orgasm was making its way up their spine and Lime wasn't ready but definitely willing. When it hit, it was a tsunami of need and pleasure, exacerbated by the fact that White wasn't slowing down but speeding up, little chittery croons and whimpers falling from his lips. Lime felt their eyes roll in the back of their head, barely aware.

And when White finally, after some time, locked in and knotted their throbbing, hungry pussy? Lime lost all sense as black sparked in their brain and took them for a little post nut nap.

White was feeling feral. White was needy and hungry and wanted this to never end. Lime was such a good carrier, he thought, cradling the body one-third his size close as his second ovipositor knotted up and their cervix welcomed him with open mouthed enthusiasm. The fluid flowed from him and rounded their soft belly, the eggs ready and waiting. One egg sliding through, then three, then more.

White made a noise that was purely animal, flexing his hips with soft grunts as he waited for the rest of his eggs to spill into his carrier.

“Lime, you're doing so good," he finally warbled, petting their hair. There was no response and White grew concerned. “Lime?"

When it became clear that Lime wasn't responding to anything, White might have panicked. Might. Just a little. Orange would absolutely say that he did and laugh in his face about it. After checking on Lime.

“What the fuck, dumbass," Orange finally responded when White hailed him, already on the way to the bunks. White knew he was on his way because there was no mistaking the slight ring of metal of catwalks even through a human communicator.

“I don't knoooooow…" White was distraught. He didn't think he had hurt Lime! And with his locked in for at least a while longer, he was in no real place to check. “We were just-!"

“Save for when I'm there, dumbass."

So, White waited.

Orange rubbed a gloves hand over his face because of fucking course. Lime was face down, ass up, tied to his subordinate, and happily sleeping off the bliss that they couldn't cry out fast enough. Human brains were stupid. Couldn't handle too much emotion. Stupid design. Stupid humans. Stupid, stars damned White.

“They just passed out. It happens sometimes, dumbass. Give 'em a moment and they'll come back from la la land so blissed out you could eat them and they'd thank you for it."

Humans had a lot of mannerisms not known out in space. Orange liked this one as it seemed to relieve the pressure in his head when he pinched just below his eye along where a nasal bridge would be on a human. It showcased his exasperation really well without having to say a damn word. White, for his part, was biting his “lip" and poking his forelimb digits together.

It also hid his reaction to smelling Lime, fertile with eggs not his own, waiting to be filled. Fuck.

It was then the Lime seemed to come back, eyes fluttering as they moved around, noises that made everything in him sit up now falling from their lips like music. Orange and White both crooned, an instinctive noise that made them both jerk. Lime cried out, reaching back with an unsteady hand to pat White. Orange felt jealousy like nothing ever before and had to sit on his reactive need to fight White, to bite him.

Oh, he was so fucked.

Lime came to with the kind of calm that they knew meant good things. It had been years since they had been fucked well enough to pass out and even then, it took much, much longer to achieve what adorable White had done so easily. Blinking open their eyes, they heard two croons, one they knew from Orange, the other having to come from White. Oh. Oh yes. Please.

Then White jerked and that pulled and Lime was way too sensitive for that at the moment and tried to calm White down.

“J-just give me a f-few minutes," Lime muttered, patting his hip. Taking a deep breath, Lime lifted their front off the bed through sheer willpower, beckoning Orange closer. He grumbled but eventually sauntered over. Lime grabbed him, pulling him under them with his usual ill-grace to giving in until they tapped their ever present watch and had Orange a twitchy mass of limbs below them. It was always amusing how reluctant Orange tried to be until a little zap had him a whimpering hot mess on their bunk.

“H-hey," Lime muttered, peppering kisses around his eye. “I g-guess I scared White. Can't help he dicked me down so hard I blacked-out."

“Well, next time, inform one of us what the fuck is wrong with you monkeys."

Lime hummed in amusement, unable to laugh with White filling them so deep it felt like he was in their throat. “It's alright. Just means you get to fuck me, too. Fertilize as many eggs as you want. Make me so round I can't even walk with your broods."

Both aliens groaned, their sounds deep and heavy. Feral. Needy. Lime groaned themself, slowly coming down enough to not start crying if White were to move. They must have lost a lot of time last time since they were very aware of every breath White was making that made them clench and flex, even as weak as they were currently.

Lime leaned down until their shoulders were pressed into Orange, welcoming the coil of his many arms. White made a sound when his knot finally started to slacken, the final gush of fluid making it return to a tube state as he slid free. Lime sighed, arms around Orange as they waited for the final ovipositor. When it didn't hilt them immediately, Lime peered over their shoulder.

“White?"

“What if I hurt you? Break you? You're our carrier! Our willing breeder! What if, if—!"

Lime shushed him as best they could, finding one hand to grasp. They tugged on it and he leaned down, sharing space with Orange. “You won't. But thank you for the consideration." Their tone went from reassuring to authoritative. “Now put your fucking ovi in me and fill me so full of eggs that I can't breathe so that you and Orange can fertilize my eggs and then pamper me until they're ready to go."

White pulled back just enough to shove his ovipositor into place, releasing a sound as he sunk into their depths once again. Lime released a shaky breath as they were bolted in one motion. “Fuck, that's always so nice," they muttered, spreading their thighs. It startled them when skin touched skin, their skin pulled tight enough that lifting a leg rubbed against the dome of their belly. “Fuck, fuck, I'm so full! Look at what you both did to me! And soon I'll be even bigger, stars…"

White thrust, the sound he made not-human and half deranged. That was Lime's only warning before he held them tight and went so hard that Lime was losing breath on every thrust. Orange grunted, getting to see the faces Lime was making, they were sure, trilling under their body as white stuttered. Lime wasn't anywhere near orgasm but with as pliable as their body was, they doubted it would be needed, especially with that secretion White produced.

“Of fuck, I'm—!"

White shivered as his hips met Lime's and locked in, distressed noises leaving him and rumbling through their body. Lime just enjoyed the intimacy that had been lacking before, hyper aware of what was happening and about to happen as their body protested. Ignoring the limitations of their skin, Lime sighed as the inner bulb inflated, spreading their innermost depths wide. This last set of eggs was going to have problems as it seemed the eggs wanted to back back to where they came from.

A kind of sounding, perhaps.

Lime licked their lips as ideas formed in their head. That would be for later, of course. Instead, they relaxed as much as possible, mewling when the eggs were forced into their swollen body, making them stretch just that little more and again and again. One after the other, the stretch delightful and sharp, each egg vibrating off the next as each one was pushed in. Lime shook, the feeling of their whole body shaking in time to the eggs mind blowing.

By the time White was spraying the eggs down with his cum, Lime was limp with happiness. The double knots kept them spread for a while, the position aiding White in outing more and more fluid in them until it was like they would burst. So when the inner knot deflated but the outer did not, that was when Lime considered what they had allowed to happen. Willingly.

They were carrying monster alien spawn. Kind of literally if one went with the fish analogy. It was an electrifying feeling, even as White hosed down their insides with enough sperm to colonize a new planet. It was quite a while before White deflated entirely, Lime playing with Orange all the while.

It shouldn't have been a surprise when the moment White was free, Orange slammed his tentacles home. While there was a stretch, it was negligible at best. The tips of each tentacle went right to the cervix, the foremost tentacle pushing the eggs back as they tried to release themselves, spewing cum all the way. Lime figured he might even have released a few more eggs, the giant Lovecraftian sea star sighing happily beneath them as he pumped and pumped and pumped some more. It took several minutes before he was satisfied, thicker, gooier cum releasing at their cervix.

White went after him, even more gooey cum stoppering them up. They wondered about that, humming to themself as they made notes to add to their journal for later. It was a blood locked lime-colored book with fingerprint and retina scanning properties. So, a normal journal now found in the kid's section of any toy store. It also meant they could keep up with what they knew about the aliens breeding them and how they bred normally versus how they bred them.

Basically, it was a porn blog just for them.

Mmmm, it was gonna be filled up tonight, though not as full as they were. Giggling to themself, Lime basked in the stretch and weight and feel of the eggs that clicked and clacked against each other in their womb. Tomorrow was a day to worry about the fact that they probably wouldn't fit in their space suit.

…

Worth it!

After Lime had fallen asleep and was properly cleaned, White turned to Orange in their disguised body. Orange waited as they walked towards decontamination, well aware that Black would have their asses on a platter for them fooling around and even breeding on a mission that they were absolutely not going to follow through on.

“Lime was…"

White couldn't find the words and Orange sure as hell didn't have any other than egg hungry and willing. “Yup."

“Black is going to be very angry."

“Yup."

“We can't finish this mission, can we?"

“Not this time."

There was silence before White brought to the table the biggest deal breaker. “Would they be willing to trade willing carriers for the minerals they take? Would we be willing to listen?"

Orange shrugged because he didn't know. It was a good deal, though. A real good deal. Their numbers were on the decline. One to three pups per spawn? It was devastating. Something somewhere had gone wrong and now their kind was barely holding on and the humans coming into their territory with the few viable carriers had the breeding studs up in arms.

After all, there wasn't a big difference between studs and drones for sheer rage and ferocity. Only the carriers were worse. And extremely few. Humans had the numbers they did not, apparently, and enough carriers that they let them out and about even in enemy territory. Who even did that?

Well, they would just have to see. In two weeks, perhaps they would have an answer.