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Dr. Manny Xenobiologist

Phase Fantasia

Manny's ship was docked on union station, Outpost 774. It was a rare occurrence, but the closest thing to friends he had were all at the same station on layovers. They all gathered on Manny's ship. In his cargo hold was reconfigured to be a poker room and bar. The tanuki laughed as he won the current hand.

“Manny, how the hell do we know Blue ain't dealing you a winning hand?" shouted Darx, a dragonmorph with sandy white scales and long tail.

“Darx, you're the one who asked me to be the dealer because I'm the only one you trust," chimed Blue. The crystal let out a soft pulse of light and the cards disappeared. A new deck materialized, and the cards flew face down in front of each player.

“Say Manny, could you grab me a drink?" asked a leopard in a nice pressed shirt.

“Sure, Spotter. What you want?" Manny asked the commander.

“I think I'll have a champagne!" the tipsy leopard said.

“Oh wow, makes me think we haven't had champagne together since that time I saved the Fantasia delegation," Manny said as he got up from the table.

“Hey Manny, could you get me another black hole?" asked Darx.

“Get it yourself, asshole," snapped back Manny. As the tanuki walked by, the dragonmorph gave his ass a slap and chuckled.

“Fine, but what's this about the Fantasia delegation? Aren't they the species that the Union found in that pocket of subspace?" asked Darx.

Manny raised an eyebrow and said, “Well I'm surprised you knew that much. Yes, they're the species we found living in subspace, in an intersection of fluidic space. It took the best researchers five years before they could create a mesh environment where both spaces could interact. Since then, they've helped with several breakthroughs as we work with their scientists. I would tell you more, BUT according to the commander over there, it's classified."

Manny handed Spotter a whole bottle of champagne and clicked it against his own bottle. Darx got up to mix his drink at the bar while the other two took a long swig from their bottles. “Come on commander, would you mind letting Manny tell the story? How often do we all get a chance to drink together?" begged Darx.

The red-faced Spotter stared for a long moment before taking another sip. “Fine, but I swear to God if you mention this to anyone, I'll have you for treason charges."

“Great, it's actually how I got this prototype ship too! This thing is a fucking beast," Manny said slapping a nearby bulkhead. “Anyways, Spotter and I were on Outpost 90. This is where they had setup the first stable pocket of meshed space to allow the Fantasian delegation passage into our space. They had designed these suits for them to travel around in our space and setup suits for us to cross over to theirs. This was the trial date for the delegation to attempt the first crossover. Everything was going well until they found an incompatibility in the mesh space with the lead Fantasian who also was their version of a princess. She was pregnant and they found the mesh space started to degrade the membrane that suspended the embryos," Manny said.

“It was really fortunate Manny was there, he quickly found a solution to save the lead delegate's children. The preparation to return to fluidic space would have taken too long so they had to attempt a relocation and surrogate for the Fantasian embryos. It was really a brilliant move, Manny found that mammalian base organism's internal GI tracts would make a suitable environment for the Fantasian embryos. This would require some genetic adaptation on the Fantasians, but their species had a way to deal with it," Spotter added.

“They're quite a fascinating species. They originate from what we can tell is an infinitely large pocket dimension composed of fluidic space. As they evolved, they developed an organic like technology that allowed them to lay the foundation to the mesh space to use as like an acclimation chamber from our respective spaces. It is also the only place where our side and Fantasians can interact without protective suits," Manny said as they sat back at the table and continued their game.

“So, how'd you figure out how to save the embryos?" Darx asked as he gulped down one of his drinks.

“Yeah, about that," Manny said with his blushing hidden by his drunkenness. “I had to carry her kids," he said, taking another long chug off his bottle.

“What the fuck? You got yourself knocked up?" Darx said in disbelief.

“Yeah, I did. And I save those kid's lives and that's how I became known as the 'uncle' of the Fantasian delegation. Darx, I have the video of it…"

The dragonmorph's ears perked up before Spotter slapped his paw on the table, causing chips to shake. “Manny! I'm supposed to be the only one with a copy!"

Manny flashed a grin. “Yeah? Wanna share with the rest of the group why that's supposed to be the case?"

The leopard was flustered. “B-Because it's classified!"

“Of course. And by whom was it classified by you may wonder? Well by none other than Commander Spotter," Manny said pointing at the distressed leopard.

“Well, how bout this. Winner of the next hand decides?" Darx suggested.

Spotter knew the real reason he classified it. The upstanding commander of the union's frontier fleet had quite the spank bank of holovids. Curated from all over the quadrant, the triple quantum encrypted files of one closeted pervert was a closely guarded secret this little tanuki just happen to know about. Manny winked at the commander and he might as well folded right there.

“Fine! Only because we're all together, and because I know where all of you sleep," the commander tried to sound threatening but the other two just laughed.

“Spotter, if you want to crawl in either of our beds, you know you're always welcomed," the dragonmorph said, blowing the leopard a kiss.

“Are we going to play or what?" Blue echoed, flashing brilliantly.

“Oh, we're gonna play alright," Manny said.

“Please deal," said the commander.

Blue dealt the hand and everyone anted up. After the reveal, Darx had won the hand with a three of a kind. “Well that settles it Spotter. Let's grab another drink and go to the holo-player!" shouted Darx as he hopped up to the bar. Manny grabbed Spotter by the paw and dragged the commander away. They exited the cargo hold and walked down the corridor. They stopped in front of the room and Manny began to unzip his suit.

“You know the rules, only clothing in there is holographic," he said as he tugged off his undies and placed them in a slot in the bulkhead. The other two fumbled with their drinks and their zippers, buttons, and straps of their outfits. They all stood nude in the corridor before Manny pressed the panel next to the door.

The doors slid open smoothly as they entered the holo-player room. The empty chamber hummed as the room powered up. The smooth metallic panels faded away.

“Blue, please create one curved couch centered around a main holo-vid player display and lower the lights," Manny requested.

The crystal spun in place and the computer generated the requested couch and console before the room darkened. “Play Manny classified 12, security verification Manny seven alpha alpha echo."

“Access granted, playing file," said the ships flat computer voice. The lights faded completely, and they all sat in the darkness before a blue bubble from the center console expanded and engulfed the couch and everyone on it. Inside the air had a significant density, like water. Oddly enough, there was no difficulty breathing. In this pocket of space, a projection of an identical, naked Manny floated to the center. The holographic tanuki began to cup his balls and massage and knead his large sac. The image's dark cock head began to peak out.

“Manny, if I wanted to just see you jerk off, we can just look at your text messages," Darx said. The dragonmorph yipped as Manny tapped his slit.

“Shut it. I got a medal for this. The Fantasian brood mother needs to change the outer layer of the embryos to anchor properly to the intestinal tract. To do that, Fantasians are augmented with their organic technology needed a sample of my sex cells as a catalyst for successful implantation,"

“Wait, so the delegate is going to suck you off?!" Darx yelped again as the tanuki gave his sensitive slit another smack. As the sting faded, the dragon's red tip began to poke out.

“If you want to read the paper on it, go to the Union research database. If you want to watch freaky porn involving yours truly, shut the fuck up," Manny said.

Spotter chuckled as he leaned back into the couch, watching the familiar file play. His own sheath had filled out and his impressing length stood at half-mast. He idly fondled himself as he took a sip of Martian bourbon. The Fantasian delegate appeared with their bizarre anatomy designed for a type of space not meant for our kind.

She was covered in a transparent membrane. Her internal organs and exposed the rather large embryo sac containing over a hundred baby Fantasians of royal descent. She had a few segmented, spindly arms that extended from her abdomen. The disc shaped head had no eyes, only a large, square maw with a claw like grabber on each corner. A tube ran down the center of its body, connecting the maw to its tail end.

The tapered end of the Fantasian orientated itself with holo Manny's muzzle. The digital tanuki's lips were parted by the ambassador's ovipositor. Several other tendrils spilled out from her hind end and wrapped around his face, the tube in his muzzle pushed in deeper. He swallowed down the entire length till it rested deep in his stomach.

The maw of the Fantasian latched on to holo Manny's fully aroused cock. The moans in the recording sounded accurately muffled by the tentacle stuff in the virtual raccoon dog. In the dim couch, Spotter panted softly as he stroked his hard leopard meat. Manny looked over and boldly dragged his finger tip along the commander's blunted barbs. The cat let out a mix between a purr and a moan as the holovid continued.

Holo Manny thrusts his hips helplessly in the suspended space. The projection's belly began to swell as bump after bump of embryos disappeared from the see-through creature and into his throat. The past image of the tanuki started to shake and jerk his hips harder. Digital DNA spilled into the transparent tube inside the Fantasian and covering her eggs with the new mother's sample. This would allow the children to attach to the walls of Manny's innards and allow them to develop till they can survive on their own.

“In the mesh space, there's a temporal differential due to the phase variance of the Fantasian's fluidic space. They age quicker but have natural long lives. We're talking our equivalent of a millennia," Manny said as he trailed his other paw along Darx's ridged length, causing the dragonmorph to twitch and leak a large bead of pre. It didn't take long before the drunk Darx and Spotter began to jerk off. They panted and moaned as they watched the Fantasian continued to slurp and milk the floating tanuki's dick.

All the eggs had been deposited, but the Fantasian stayed attached. Its arms continued groping and massaging Digi-Manny's swollen belly. He floated there, still moaning helplessly against the diplomat as the eggs already grew a third in size. Manny enabled an overlay to show an internal display of the embryos. They had already developed tiny maws and tails. The spawn had grown to the capacity of their slimy sac membranes. Within minutes, they started bursting out of their bags and wormed their way through the holo tanuki's insides. Each jelly like tadpole squirmed and pushed their way out, popping past digi-Manny's prostate and out past his ring. By the sixth one out, the hologram came again.

Darx and Spotter let a sigh as they both hit their peaks and came over themselves. “Fuck..." they said in unison as they slumped back into the projected couch. The file ended playback and Manny gave the other guys a slap on their thighs and sat up. Blue began to pulse softly.

“Hey guys, there's a priority message from Naru," Blue chimed.

Manny shot up from the couch. “Put him through!" he said.

A large screen came out from the center console and displayed a muscular gray wolf. He was strapped in an armored vest and the fur on his shoulders were still smoldering with burning ashes that fell like snow around him. “Guys, I found the info you wanted. You're not going to like...wait why are you all naked?"

“Uh...don't worry about that right now. Tell us what you found out!" Manny demanded.

“What? Oh, you can't be serious! You're all watching holo porn without me!"

“Naru, please. Just tell us what you found, it's really important." Manny pleaded. Spotter and Darx sat up as well and nodded.

“Yeah, like I said. You're not going to like this," Naru said. The video feed shook as a large explosion set off behind the wolf. “I found the lab, but the fucker set off the self-destruct before I could get my hands on anything. I still managed to get their ship's engine signature and registration before they took off. I ran it through the bounty hunter networks, and it turned up something classified with the Union. Blue should already have that info in my report."

“Good work, Naru. Get out of there before you get blown up."

“Will do, I'll be back at the Outpost tomorrow. After this crazy ass mission, you three are going to owe me big time," said Naru as he gave his crotch a squeeze and winked. “Naru out," said the wolf as he closed the channel. The room changed and they all sat on the edge of a bed now.

“Guys, you can work on this in the morning. It's time for bed now," Blue said as it altered the room parameters.

“Aw, Blue we need..." Manny started.

“What you need, is to go to bed. Remember the last time you got drunk and then tried to take on a mission?"

“Umm...no," Manny said.

“Manny, you almost collapsed the binary stars that are considered sacred gods to the people of Caleb 4 and ruined your favorite shirt. You're not going anywhere. You're not engaging in anything. You all are going to drink plenty of water and get a good night's sleep!" Blue said.

The tanuki threw his hands up, defeated. “Fine, mom!" he tried to tease.

“Pfft, if anyone's a mom, it's you. How many kids you deliver again? Slut..." Blue said as it turned off the lights.