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The yawns, slowly but surely, gave way to conversation, but the sound that remained constant was the clink of spoons against the edges of metal bowls. The drowsiness of coming out of hyb isn’t something that you can just shake off, but once you do you get what’s colloquially known as thaw-out munchies. One long table was enough to seat the small ship’s entire crew of eight, and right now it was piled high with the mixtures of grains, nuts and dried fruits that once combined with protein-rich synth-milk would provide everything a growing girl’s body needed. Contraband, in the form of syrups, colorful sprinkles and chocolate chips would provide everything else.

“So captain, are you going to tell us why we got a wake-up call before our next checkpoint?” asked Valerie, the ship’s navigator.

“I told you not to call me ‘captain’, Val…” the vixen replied, rolling her eyes at the panda but betraying no actual annoyance. Sonya Peterson was just a lieutenant – junior grade- but since she was in command many of the crew occasionally called her captain. At fourteen she was also the oldest, and often tried to hide and downplay just how excited she was to have her very own command! True, it was just a cadet ship, and as such they only got boring low-stakes missions. The point wasn’t to throw girls like the eight seated around this table into any real danger, just to let them get a taste of independence and teach them to rely on the training that had been drilled into them back at the Academy.

“It’s not something wrong with the ship, is there? I ran the diagnostic on our drive before we hit FTL speed and it…” fussed Gwen, a bunny doe that tended to fiddle with her lop-ears when anxious, like she was doing now.

“The ship’s fine…” Sonya assured her. The Cassiopeia (which the crew had shortened to Cassie shortly after they left for their mission) wasn’t a big ship, but it was younger than the girls that made up its crew and in excellent shape. “We were woken because the computer got a new order from Central Command. We’re to change course and respond to a distress signal…” Sonya said, putting as much gravity into her words as she could.

These kind of news should have been delivered in the briefing room, which… okay, so this would serve as their briefing room, but if this was a briefing there wouldn’t be food and milk cartons all over the table and hopefully the crew would be in uniform. Right now it had a distinctly ‘breakfast nook’ feel, what with all of the girls being in their white panties and training bras (or cadet-cups as they were informally known). But at least her announcement had caught everyone’s attention, and even the clinking of spoons had stopped for a few seconds until growing bodies made demands for nutrition.

“A distress signal? Where from?” asked Cynthia, anxious but trying not to look like it. Since this was their first ship it was hard to think of any of the girls as anything but rookies, but all of them had been serving on the Cassiopeia for almost a yeah whereas the cheetah girl had joined their crew just before they set off on this trip.

“Outpost SZ-09. It’s a standard automated signal.” Sonya replied.

“Do we know anything more? What did daddy say?” asked Tilly. The mouse was their communications specialist, and a good one but always made Sonya’s ears flick when she used that ridiculous nickname.

“I queried PATER …” the vixen stressed, enunciating the acronym for the package of Pattern Analysis and Tactical Evaluation Routines of their ship’s computer. “…and it gave me the info from Central Command records. ZS-09 is a deep space repair and resupply outpost maintained by the Corps of Engineers and manned by their own cadets. Or rather – cadet. The crew never numbers more than two, usually one person, and is rotated every two standard weeks. From what I can tell it’s a sort of disciplinary measure.”

“Still, sounds serious. You’d think they would have sent a boy-boat for something like that…” the mouse said, tossing another handful of chocolate chips into her nutritious goop before spooning up a hefty mouthful.

“Tilly, they aren’t ‘boy-boats’, they’re cadet-supplemented vessels!” Sonya insisted. She knew why they were called boy-boats. It was Central Command opinion that female cadets mature faster and could be trusted to run small vessels performing small missions independently, but male cadets crewed larger ships, albeit with officers who were all full Academy graduates, often veterans.

“Well I’m sorry, but back at the academy I heard one of the instructors call them that. She was just transferred to a boy-boat and was buying drinks at the officers’ canteen.” Tilly insisted.

“Hmmm. That seems like a bit of a demotion.” Sonya mused. Instructors at the Academy got the chance to shape the minds and skills of intrepid young spacefarers, whereas being an officer on a cadet-supplemented ships meant just being a babysitter to a bunch of boys who think they’re so great just because they get to carry real pulse-rifles instead of the stun-only models like the one the Cassiopeia was stocked with.

“I don’t think she saw it like that. Everyone was congratulating her and saying what a lucky bitc-“ Tilly began but was cut off by her commanding officer just in time.

“And what were you doing in the officers’ canteen?”

“I wasn’t in there. But instructor Nakamura told me that I wasn’t showing enough initiative, and since I am specializing in comms I figured I’d…”

“…spy on the officers?”

“…conduct surveillance!” the mousette insisted.

“Well either way, we’re the closest ship so it’s now our job. Valerie, I want you to change our heading for ZS-09. We should be there in about four hours, so that should be enough for everyone to review emergency response procedures, familiarize themselves with deep-space outpost layouts and check their medkits and weapons are in order.” The vixen said, rising from her seat as she rose to the occasion.

“…and put on our uniforms?” asked Cynthia.

“Oh… right. Do that first…”

*******

“Gwen? You in here?” called a timid voice, ringing out in the cluttered repair bay.

“Out in a sec!” called out the lapine engineer, her voice emerging from one of the maintenance ducts. A second later it was followed by a bunny with her gray fur covered in grimy coveralls. “Oh, hey Del! You need my help with something?” the rabbit asked, using the nickname rather than the snake girl’s full name because she insisted ‘Delilah’ was too fancy. They were both engineers, with the difference being that Del took care of Cassie’s electrical systems while Gwen’s forte was mechanics. 

“No. I mean yes… it’s… it’s not work…” the scaly girl said. Del tended to be shy and anxious, and being a garter snake she had the looks to match her personality. A smooth head with big eyes, no sinister fangs and a rather cute trio of dorsal stripes, she didn’t really embody the cold-blooded, venomous stereotype one expected of snakes. Unlike the academy’s lecturer in astronavigation - a cobra woman who tended to flare her hood when a cadet gave an especially stupid answer to her questions.

“Feelin’ antsy too? I know what you mean. Kinda exciting though - a real mission. Answering a distress call… we could be heroes or something!”

“But are we… will we be okay? We weren’t exactly prepared for it…” the shy snake asked, trying to catch some of the lapine mechanic’s obvious enthusiasm.

“Well it’s not going to be a walk in the park. Remember what they kept telling us at the Academy?”

“It’s called ‘deep space’ not ‘safe space’...” Delilah recited the oft retold cautionary phrase.

“So yeah, it’s dangerous, but we have our training, Cassie’s a great ship and I think our captain’s got a good head on her shoulders. Besides, it’s not like she can disobey a direct order. If she did that and we went along with it, the whole crew would be resigned to the Relief Corps. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to end up spending my days having half a marine barracks queuing up to use me as a cock-sock…” the bunny finished.

“Uhhh… about that…”

“About wha… wait, you aren’t thinking about volunteering?” Gwen asked in shock, trying and failing to imagine the shy serpent as one of those undiagnosed nymphomaniacs who actually ask to be assigned to the Relief corps.

“No! I mean about relief and… I’m kinda feeling jittery so I was wondering…” the snake girl murmured, bringing her long tail up and fidgeting nervously with the tip.

“You… come here to have your, ahh… scales polished?” the bunny asked knowingly, and the serpentine tail-fidgeting intensified as Del avoided her friend’s suggestive gaze. Gwen had a number of special tools that she’d discovered novel uses for. One of which was a motorized polisher with an ultra-fine microfiber pad. Great for dirty girls who wanted to get really clean…

“No I… I was thinking the… the other thing…” Del hissed shyly.

“Well you’ll have to be more specific, I’ve got lots of tools in here…” Gwen said. She knew what the snake meant but wanted to hear it.

“The one you… when you have a stuck panel you use it to uhhhmmm… vibrate it loose…” the snake hinted.

“I think I know what you mean. The one with the big, soft silicone pad to help it really adhere to the…panel? But you’ll have to use its proper name if you want it…” Gwen cooed. Delilah had been hoping she could avoid this.

“The…uhm… cadet cunny crusher…“ she finished in a hissy whisper.

“What’s that? I didn’t quite catch it…” Gwen teased, putting a hand to an oversized lapine ear that can detect a faulty component by the sounds it makes from thirty feet away.

“Oh come on, Gwen!” the serpent pouted.

“Just call it by its proper name, and I’ll be glad to help you out…” the bunny promised.

“The… the cadet cunny-crusher…” Del said petulantly, grateful that her circulatory system didn’t let her blush.

“There, was that so hard? Now, about what you’re going to do for me…” the bunny siad, rummaging around her workbench for the special tool.

“Wha… you said that…” the snake stammered.

“Well I’m feeling anxious too. Oh come on Del! You know it doesn’t take me long. Not with that amazing forked tongue of yours. Besides, we’re friends, aren’t we?” the bunny chirped, taking the shy snake’s hands in hers.

“Yeah but… I have a boyfriend…” Delilah insisted, albeit weakly.

“So? I’m not trying to steal you away! I just wanna borrow you for a few minutes. Besides, boys love the idea of their girl being with another girl.”

“Really?” the impressionable snake said.

“Mmm-hmm. If I had a boyfriend at the moment I’d send him a pic of you going down on him for sure…” Gwen insisted, unzipping and shrugging off her overalls before emerging from them buck naked.

“F-fine! Just… bend over your bench…” Del said, wondering if she should take a few holos of herself and the bunny before her inner shyness vetoed the idea.

“Or, or, I could sit on the edge and you could…”

“No! Come on Gwen, you know it’s weird for me when you watch me while…”

“But how can I not! You look so cute with that scaly face and those big eyes…” Gwen cooed, but the snake crossed her arms over her flat chest and stood resolute. “Ughhhh, fine! ‘Bend over Gwen! Spread your pussy for me Gwen!’... you’re such a brute sometimes…” she teased. Del sighed and chose not to respond to the provocations. Not with words at least. She knelt behind the bunny-rump, laid her hands on the fluffy tush and flicked her forked tongue out against Gwen’s sex, each tip of the forked appendage tickling one of her labia and making the bunny squeal.

“Ghhhyyaahhh! I take it back! You’re a goddess Del, you’re sooooo good to me and that tongue…mpffhhhh!” Gwen chirped, bouncing in place as Del worked her slit over with her forked tongue.

The snake didn’t really mind doing this kind of thing with another girl, and she liked the fact that she was apparently really good at it. It might even be kind of fun if Gwen could limit herself to just sighs, soft moans and squeaks, but the bunny got very enthusiastic and verbal, which was a little unsettling for the shy snake. That was part of why she didn’t want Gwen staring down at her while she licked at her sex, but another was to avoid having those strong lapine thighs close around her head like a nut-cracker when the bunny finally climaxed.

 “MMmmhhyyoooohmmmygosh Del! Fuck, I -mmnnyyyph!- love this part…” Gwen crooned, becoming embarrassingly vocal like every time Delilah pushed her forked tongue into the lappine cunny. 

The snake girl had a long neck and the bendy body of a serpent, so she knew full well what her tongue was capable of. Autocunnilingus was why snake girls got so good at this so early in life, but she still didn’t think her tongue was all that sensational. An opinion definitely not shared by the bunny thrusting her ass out against her face with enough force to force the snake girl to put her hands on the fluffy tush in self-defence.

As awkward as Gwen’s noises were, they at least gave the serpent a good idea of how her friend was coming along. The echoing horny-girl cacophony wasn’t making her own problem go away, but she knew that once she was done she would be a hissing coiling mess while the bunny used her ridiculously renamed tool between her scaly thighs. Her muzzle pressed into the fluffy behind as her forked tongue dove deep, writhing as best as she could in the clenching tunnel of the moaning lapine.

The sudden gush of sweet-scented nectar into her mouth combined with the whimpery pitch of Gwen’s final moaning made the snake shift ehr body to the side just in time to avoid the bunny’s left foot. It didn’t have claws or anything but a rabbit’s legs were pretty powerful and Gwen’s left foot always kicked out rapidly when she came. The first time she brought the bunny or orgasm like this she’d taken several kicks to the chest before a final one knocked her flat on her tail. When the frantic kicks slowed to languid wobbled of the lapine limb Del took it as a sign and pulled her now drenched face from Gwen’s privates.

“Oohhh, thaks Del! Don’t worry, I’mma pay you back!” Gwen chirped, giving the snake a peck on her scaly lips and not minding that she could taste herself on the other girl. “Now hop up on the workbench so I can work on you…” she insisted, pushing the clutter close enough to the edge to make Delilah wince. But taking acre of Gwen had gotten her even more worked up, so she shimmied out of her panties and nimbly climbed on and spread her legs.

“Okay we don’t have much time, so I’m gonna have to skip on some of the foreplay stuff and start with this thing already at 11…” the lapine mechanic explained, picking up the power tool which began to hum hard enough for its shape to blur.

“Forepl-” Del asked, since she never got the impression that Gwen ever started things slow when she was ‘working on her’. Her question was cut off when the soft silicone pad touched her serpentine slit and the oscillations of the tool were transmitted instantly to her young body.

“Whoa, we got a live one!” she heard Gwen giggle, pressing the tool to her sex with one hand and pressing on her tummy with the other to keep her still.

The snake’s tail nearly tied itself into a knot as the vibrations strong enough to loosen components that rust had nearly fused together hit her with full force. She knew that if Gwen wasn’t holding her down, her back would have arched enough to lift it off the bench, her legs clenching up on reflex and trapping the device where it was. The girl didn’t even realize she’d orgasamed until it was over, and she saw the vibrating tool scatter incredibly tiny droplets of her nectar as it hummed away at her now even more sensitive sex.

“That’s it snek, let all go of all that pesky anxiety…” Gwen cooed, gently moving the tool up to her lower belly and down again, parking it right on her slick labia.

Del was hissing and sighing as she stared blankly at the ceiling, occasionally catching a glimpse of Gwen’s buck-toothed grin as the bunny leaned over her. Her tail was wrapped around the rabbit and she knew she would get teased about that later but it was impossible to care about it now. Anxiety didn’t have a chance, and the snake felt like she would be lucky to keep her sanity as another climax knotted her insides. Her forked tongue was flicking out and she could taste herself on the air as the vibrations spread her mess all across her bare scales and the rabbit’s workbench.

Her second climax rolled over her and nearly took her down, but Gwen wasn’t stopping. She never did until the little LED on her tool came on, indicating that it was overheating and that she had to give it a break. Del guessed it was close since she could feel the soft pad pressed against her pussy heating up, the vibrations almost forceful as they traveled up her body. If Del was a rattlesnake she was sure her tail would be rattling, but instead it was just hissing and moaning until a final cry that had her lying limp, spent enough that Gwen took the hint and switched the sinister machine off.

“Still feeling antsy?” the rabbit asked, wiping her tool clean of the snake’s nectar.

“About what?” Del panted as her mind slowly rebooted…

*******

“Deceleration complete. We’re in comms range of the outpost. No visible damage to the hull and there seems to be only one freighter docked.” Valerie reported, running her black paws across her console as Sonya punched in the right frequency and opened a comms channel.

“Outpost ZS-09, this is Cassi…the Cassiopeia answering your automated distress signal, please respond.” She said, just barely stopping herself from referring to her chip as ‘Cassie’.

“No response…” said Alice as she focused her doe-eyes on her screen. “I’ll try boosting our signal n case their receivers are damaged.”

“Outpost sigma-zeta-zero-niner, this is the Central Command ship Cassiopeia, please respond.” The vixen said in a clear and steady voice, but Alice just shook her head. “Looks like we’re going in. Valerie, can you dock us?”

“Yeah, there’s a free docking berth and the outposts systems are responding to my requests. We should be docked in about 3 minutes.” The panda said. Her estimate was good and three minutes later all eight girls were assembled in the ships little loading bay.

“I’ve got us connected to the outpost’s diagnostics. It’s running on auxiliary power, but otherwise seems fine – still pressurized and with enough spin to generate gravity.” Delilah said as she scrolled through the diagnostic report on the airlock console.

“You’re sure it’s non-toxic?” Sonya asked.

“Positive. No contaminants detected, and the CO2 scrubbers are still working. We should be just fine in our uniforms.” The snake insisted and every girl breathed out a small but noticeable sigh of relief.

The environmental suits they had were superb, and would protect a cadet from anything from toxic gasses to just the cold vacuum of space. But they were very baggy and cumbersome, and the helmets were kinda clunky. The uniforms the girls were wearing were anything but. The design and the philosophy behind them had been explained to the newly minted cadets when they were first issued. Cadets were all growing girls, so a non-elastic uniform covering the whole body would be outgrown in a matter of months and thus rendered useless. The uniforms they wore covered only enough to provide basic modesty, guaranteeing complete freedom of movement and projecting an aura of feminine strength, thus improving the wearer’s confidence and morale.

This the girls were even now checking if any part of their outfits had ridden up and exposed a little too much, from the shorts that reached just high enough to cover their cheeks to the tight tops that did nothing to hide their budding chests. High boots completed the uniform, all of it in a clear silver-metallic color that represented both strength and purity. It was also very eye-catching, which was why most cadets choose to wear it even when going on shore leave. They weren’t likely to be a great many boys on the distressed outpost, but in case there were any, the girls didn’t want to be seen in ugly, baggy EVA suits with jars on their heads.

When they came out the airlock and stepped aboard the outpost it did indeed have a normal environment, but the place was eerily quiet, making the girls of the Cassiopeia advance cautiously even though they were all hoping to look brave.

“The outpost is on auxiliary power…” Delilah said, reading the notice on a nearby screen.

“Damage?” Sonya asked, getting a shake of a scaly head before Gwen offered an explanation.

“It kicks in automatically. If there’s a skipped log on main reactor maintenance, the computer will put it on idle and switch power to auxiliary, cutting down power use to essential system until it gets a confirmation that everything's fine.”

“We should get to the control room. I can access ay systems still online from there.” Alice said, and with a nod from her Lieutenant led the way. The control room proved as empty as the corridors, but fortunately undamaged. Everyone remained alert while Alice sat down at the main console and got busy.

“I got into the docking logs and manifests… checking out that freighter. It’s one of those unmanned planetary surveyor ships – they get sent out to newly mapped systems and go to potentially habitable worlds to collect samples. They get into orbit and send a bunch of drones to pick up… whatever. The manifest for this one… the Janus… mentions core samples, atmosphere and water samples, fungi, flora... fauna…”

“Fauna?” Sonya asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

“What, those things just go and nab animals and lock them into cages to haul them half-way across the galaxy?” Cynthia asked, no doubt imagining swarms of heartless drones seizing and whisking away cute fluffy little creatures.

“No, the automated probes’ programing excludes any fauna as an eligible sample.” Sonya insisted.

“Normally, yes. But they aren’t exactly bright so one can tear up a little shrub or something and catch some critter clinging to the branches and not even notice. I’m checking the automated diagnostic and the probable cause of the incident its listing is ‘improperly secured fauna’. Which I guess means some critter broke free and started nibbling on cables…” “And if that critter brought in some kind of disease?” Sonya asked, but Tilly shook her head.

“Airlock sensors do thorough scans, and the logs show no use of the medical ay in the past three weeks. If someone got sick, that would have been the first place they went.”

“Still, we have a missing engineer and unsecured fauna. We could be looking at some sort of allergic reaction, maybe even venom. The last log was from a cadet Holstead and it reads like a routine log of completed tasks. We’ll search the station, find and evac the missing engineer and issue a quarantine notice until Central Command sends someone in to do a full sweep of the place. Alice, Tilly, can either of you try to use the internal sensors to find the missing crewman?” the vixen asked.

“Most of the sensor grid is unavailable since we’re on auxiliary power…” the mousette explained.

“Okay, we’ll do a sweep everyone keep your eyes and ears peeled…” she said as they left the control room and started stalking down the corridors

 “Wait… hear that noise? A malfunctioning… something?” asked Alice, perking her keen doe ears to catch the thumps. Gwen needed only a few seconds before her bunny-ears and her expertise made her shake her head.

“No, that’s… those are footsteps!”

“Footsteps? Those deep thumping noises?” Del said. Her hearing wasn’t as keen as the long-eared girls’ but her sense of touch was amazing and she could feel the vibrations through the portion of her tail resting on the floor. Even a marine in full battle-gear wouldn’t have a tread that heavy…

“I think we may have found our critter…” Valerie said as the approaching footsteps got close enough for her stubby panda ears to catch.

“It’s dead ahead of us, probably around that bend…” Sonya said softly but with more calm in her voice than the rest of the girls. She was scared, of course, but knew she couldn’t show it. She had to inspire confidence in her crew and be calm in the face of the unknown. “Everyone, ready your weapons. If that… whatever it is appears hostile…” she said and as if on cue a low, long growl crept along the steel plating of the corridor. “Never mind. Shoot on sight…” she said, raising her own stun-carbine and aiming at the corner where a large shadow was now looming. The girls all grew quiet, and in that silence they could hear the now clear and heavy footfalls, the sniffing noises that made them shudder even before the sound of the thing approaching grew not only louder but more rapid.

“Hoooohhhh…my…” Gwen muttered as the hulking shape swung into view and its massive horned head swung towards the cluster of cadets, beady yellow eyes focusing on them as its nostrils flared to take in the scent of eight frightened girls.

“Fuck!” Samantha finished for her.

The outpost's corridors were more spacious than those on the Cassiopeia to accommodate heavy components or cargo, but even so the scaled behemoth had to crouch down to avoid the heavy ridges on its back scraping the ceiling. The dorsal side was nearly black, judging by the top of its long tail, with the finer scales fading to olive green and dull gray along the rest of its muscular body. Bipedal, although it looked like it used those heavy arms to help it move faster, something like a terran gorilla. Its muzzle was blunt but lined with lots of small, sharp teeth, and looked threatening enough even without those long talons on its forepaws.

“Fire!” Sonya cried out, sending the first pale streak crackling down the corridor. A solid hit in the chest, a target too huge to miss at this range, but to no discernible effect. The air soon filled with the smell of ozone as the girls fired at will, or whatever the creature was called, but even though most of the shots were hitting the target none seemed effective. With a blood-curdling roar the beast lunged for the nearby bulkhead, clawing until it tore the panel of a maintenance hatch clear off and dove in and out of sight. The beast made a lot of noise scrambling along the metal floors, but at least it sounded like it was moving away…

“Oookay, did anybody take xenobiology as their elective? What was that?” Val asked, her hands shaking as they clutched her carbine.

“B-but we… we hit it! A bunch of times! Why… how come it didn’t…” Cynthia stammered, the cheetah’s long tail still puffed up.

“There’s no universal stunner. Ours are in the safety range for anthropoids. Anything strong enough to stun… that… would at the very least stop the heart of a person.” Samantha explained.

“Okay, so we can’t stun it with these. We did manage to repel it, so they aren’t… aren’t completely useless. We’ll have to think of something else…” Sonya said, relying on her training and trying to keep her crew from panicking.

“How did it even get into a maintenance duct?” asked Valerie.

“Outposts like this aren’t as compact as Cassie. When you don’t have to worry about things like planetary entry or maneuverability, you don’t have to scrimp on space.”Gwen explained, gesturing at the spacious corridor they were in.

“Did… did anyone else see the… between its legs? Uhmmm, his legs?” Alice said and there followed a tense and awkward silence as eight girls realized they hadn’t imagined seeing that.

“Well it gives us something big to aim at next time…” Samantha said, obviously trying to break the tension with humor, but with little success.

“Well uhhmmm… if our carbines aren’t strong enough… low-strength electrical pulses in… that region can sometimes… uhmmmmm… it… they use the method to collect… semen from various animals.” Delilah said, looking at the floor as she fidgeted with the tip of her tail while the other girls considered the possibility that the creature might… return fire.

“Okay, I know how I can take it out…” the malamute girl announced, looking around the corridor until she found a first aid kit and started rummaging around in it.

“How are… wait, what do you mean about you taking it out?” Sonya asked. She admired Sam’s courage but she was a malamute with delusions of wolfhood. Writing BITCH with a sharpie across her training bra didn’t make her one, not to that thing skulking around in the ducts.

“I’ll go in there and I’ll either catch it or lure it. I’ll yank out a power conduit and make a puddle using these…” she said, brandishing two saline IV bags before stuffing them into her top. It was a good look for the canine girl who tended to throw her developing chest out a lot.

“These are water full of electrolytes, a live power cable... The soles of our mag-boots are insulated, but that thing’s feet aren’t, and it’s not going to recognize the threat until it’s too late.”

“That’s… Val, would that work? Is there enough power in those cables?” Sonya asked since she had to admit it sounded like a good idea.

“The outpost is on auxiliary power but still has a lot of juice. It will either be stunned or medium rare…” the rabbit explained.

“Okay so it’s a good idea… and the only plan we have but…”

“Lieutenant, I have perfect runs on every physical training course in the Academy and I’ve got more hours clocked on weapons training ranges than anyone in our crew. I’m the best choice for this…” the malamute said, and Sonya had to agree. She was older than Samantha by a year  but the canine girl still stood as tall as her vulpine commander, and the vixen knew she was more physically fit than anyone on the Cassiopeia, commanding officer included. She also hated the idea of losing any one of her crewmates, but knew that if it happened, the loss of the commanding officer would be devastating to morale.

“Okay, Samantha’s going in there, but I don’t want her going in blind. Suggestions?” she asked, determined to give the intrepid bitch some kind of edge against that alien.

“The outpost’s security sensors are still partially functional. I can’t get surveillance, but if I whitelist anything under 150 pounds I should be able to track the motion of that thing, at least once it gets close.” Tilly said.

“Okay, this is starting to sound like a plan. Samantha, keep an open comms channel at all times and we’ll help you any way we can…”

“Okay. Once I find a good spot for my ambush, I’ll give you my coordinates.” the brave bitch said before diving into the maintenance duct.

Her steps along the hard floor faded and there was a tense silence until she called back in.

“Okay, I found a good spot and there’s a power junction right next to me. I’m going to ping you, let me know if you register my position…” came Samantha’s voice, clear and confident in each of the girl’s earpieces.

“Got you. Still no sign of… whatever that was.” the mousette said, holding her datapad so everyone could see the screen. She’d loaded a layout of the outpost and marked Samantha’s position in the duct. There was a gasp when another marker appeared on the very edge of the screen.

“I think I’m tracking it! It’s still several hundred feet away from you… I think it's just sort of… ambling around.” Tilly said, and they all remembered how the thing stalked, sniffing as it did.

“Yeah I think I can hear it but you’re right. I can hear it because this thing is echoy, but it’s faint. Hold on, I’ll try to get its attention…” the malamute said and soon they heard her stomping her feet through both the echoing corridor and their communicators.

“I… yeah, I think that got its attention! Moving faster and on an intercept. It’s having a hard time navigating the corridors but it does seem to hear you…” Tilly said, trying to keep her voice steady as the marker symbolizing the space-monster got closer to the marker symbolizing their friend.

“Okay, I’m pouring out the saline solution… there, now just to disconnect this power coupling…” she muttered and a few moments later they all gasped when the outpost plunged into darkness for a split second before dim emergency lights came on.

“What happened? Can you still hear me?” Samantha asked.

“We hear you Sam, but everything in here just went dark.”

“Same here. I don’t get it, I just disconnected…” the malamute began, but Gwen interrupted.

“Wait Sam, did you just… yank the coupling out of the socket?” the lapine mechanic asked, obviously hoping for a ‘no’.

“Uhhhh… yeah?” the malamute said, and must have heard the pained groans of both Delilah and Gwen and the slaps of palms hitting faces.

“Okay, so what did she do wrong?” Sonya asked her engineers, hoping the situation could still be resolved.

“You can’t just do that! If power cuts out suddenly the safety systems figure it’s a live conduit coming loose and shuts down power to the whole section to prevent fire or electrocution.” Delilah explained.

“There’s a little maintenance override switch that you’re supposed to flip to let the systems know it’s not an accidental disconnect!”

“Well why didn’t you tell me that?” asked the annoyed malamute.

“Everyone knows that!” Del and Gwen insisted in perfect unison.

“Can you get the power back on line where Samantha is now?” Sonya asked, trying to salvage the situation.

“It would take a while, it can’t just power up like that after an emergency cut-off…”

“Okay, Samantha I want you back here. We’ll… well go to a section that still has full power and try your plan there.”

“Roger, heading back n-”

“Uhhh, girls… I don't think that thing is afraid of the dark. It’s closing on Sam's position fast…” Tilly said, trying to keep her voice and hands steady as she showed them the screen.

“You still have sensors?” the vixen asked.

“Yeah, they’re on the low-voltage system, just like the emergency lights.”

“Fuck, I can hear him now! Definitely getting closer…”

“Samantha, get back here ASAP. That’s an order!” Sonya commanded, watching the creature close on her friend on Tilly’s screen.

“Roger that! I’m on -auuugghh!”

“Sam, report!”

“I… slipped! Forgot the puddle I made… landed on my ass, I think I tore my…” the bitch trailed off and everyone held their breath, expecting the intrepid bitch to name a tendon or ligament. “Damn, gonna need new shorts. No peeking when I come out, okay?” Samantha said and everyone breathed out a sigh of relief when they realized that the seat of her pants was the only casualty.

“Samantha, you need to get moving, that thing’s really close now!”

“It’s making a lot of noise… still can’t see it. Oww, my… glutes are sore! Slowing me down a little…”

“Sam, get your glutes back here, that… can’t you see it?” Sonya asked, panicking as the two markers came close to overlapping.

“No! Light’s dim but I’ve got a clear line of sight down both ends of the duct… nothing’s there!” the bitch insisted, limping along but not fast enough to beat the approaching menace.

“Tilly, how accurate is this thing?” Sonya asked, fighting to keep her voice steady.

“Within like… six feet or so! She should be able… ohhhhhhh boy…” the mouse said ominously.

“What?” the vixen asked.

“I… this overlay is the level we’re on… the one Samantha’s on but it… the creature could be right above her! Or unde-” The mouse was cut off by a roar and the screech of metal giving way which they could hear both echoing down the corridor and in their earpieces.

“Son of a… came up through the fucking floor…” the malamute growled and they heard the cackle of her stun carbine going off.

“Aim for the head!” shouted Valerie.

“Aim for the… between his legs!” advised Delilah, momentarily surprising everyone before Sam’s growls forced them to focus back on her.

“No use, he’s… unghhh, let… go!” the bitch growled, and the tearing sound that followed had everyone holding their breath. “Fuck! Great, my top too?”

“Samantha are… can you get away from him?”

“I’m… trying! He’s… what the fuck is that?”

“Sam…” Sonya said, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

“Mngghhh! Kicking him in the face but… not working!” the malamute girl growled.

“Wait, how… even crouched down that thing is way taller than her, how could she reach it with her… oohhh…” Delilah said suddenly looking away and fidgeting with her tail as she realized the position Sam must be in.

“Get away from there you… nggghhhhheeeewwww! Q-quit… slobbering… oh my God, so gross…” the bitch moaned, her tone going from growling to a kind of mewl that had every ear perked. And the rest of the noises coming in clear through the open comms channel had heat rising to the girls’ cheeks. Delilah didn’t have ears or the ability to blush, but she was practically wringing her tail out as she stared at the floor. A shriek from Samantha had them all on their toes.

“Aaaaahhhh! Ohhhhhfcuk, you can't… get that…thing away from there. Aaauuugghhhh, not there either you stupid…”

“S-Sam, what’s he… what’s happening?” Sonya asked, her voice shaking. A high-pitched squeal so loud it hurt her ear, accompanied by a triumphant roar that seemed to make the metal bulkheads shake

“He… it’s… oooooouuuuHhhhhhh… so… slimy… Unghh! S-slow down you…” Sam grunted out as the wet, squelching noises in the background took on an eerie rhythm. “L-leakinnnggghhh… something… innnhhGhhhhside meee…” the malamute groaned, even though the audio coming over the open comms channel spoke quite vividly for itself.

“Oooooooohhhmygod, is it... with her…” Cynthia asked, covering her muzzle with her paw as her tail puffed up again.

“Sam hold ti… hang on, I’m coming to get you!” Sonya said, readying the stunner she suspected would be useless.

“No! Don’t… don’t want you to see…” came the response of someone who was having a hard time catching her breath. The creature also seemed to be breathing a little harder, and the slorp-slorp sounds were getting very… graphic.

“Sam you can’t seriously mean…”

“I’m n-nghhoouhhh!-not hurt… please… wait u-until it… he… finishes.” the malamute girl said, shocking the rest into silence in which the slimy noises were all the more disturbing. Sonya swallowed past a lump in her throat but lowered her carbine’s muzzle as she… honored her crewmate’s wishes.

They were still listening, of course, both out of concern and a perverse curiosity. The sound came in a bizarre stereo, with the sharp, clean version coming in through their earpieces and the echoes of the debauched cacophony rolling down the corridor. They were relieved that Sam didn’t seem to be in pain, or at least unwelcome pain, but the sounds of the… physical act taking place were growing as disturbing as what was coming out of the malamute girl’s muzzle.

“Hnnaaahh…hnhhhahhh… hhhnnnmmppffh!” Samantha moaned, the fierce malamute sounding strangely whimpery as her assailant grunted and growled. There came more gibberish, gasps, moans and whimpers and then disturbingly clear words…” Fuhhhkkk…mmheee… fuck m-me… fuck… fu… whasssh tha… it… it’s going… in?”

That last part had the girls looking at each other in confusion, since they were all under the impression that the alien was already very much…in. Sonya almost opened her mouth to ask what was going on, but she was afraid of what the answer might be, and the tone in which it would be delivered. When Sam next shrieked there was no mistaking what it was. The Cassiopeia was a small ship, there wasn’t a lot of privacy, so there was a kind of noise you might hear that was just polite to ignore.

“MMmmhhyyess deeper! I want… need… mhoooore!”

Some of the girls lost the battle between the urge to avoid eye-contact and to exchange confused glances. They worked out the geometry, comparing what they’d glimpsed between the reptilian alien’s legs and Samantha’s growing but fit body. They figured she could… accommodate the creature, given adequate lubrication, which judging by the noise was not so much ‘adequate’ as it was ‘excessive’. And they weren’t judging Sam for what she’d obviously just experienced because… well, it was just a biological reaction. But asking for ‘more’ and ‘deeper’?

It wasn’t easy to concentrate on their situation, but while Samantha fought for enough breath to beg for more of whatever the creature was giving her. It was a relative relief that the alien wasn’t hunting them as food, and it bode well for their chances of finding the outpost's sole occupant alive. But if it saw them as… mates… it was still likely to hunt them, and if it could overpower Samantha. She also didn’t like the way the malamute’s defiant protests had devolved not only into telling whimpers and squeals, but were now… encouraging the beast assaulting her. A high-pitched whine cut through her thoughts, followed by ragged breathing and more bizarre nonsense from Samantha.

“It’ssshh… ohhhkay, I… I got it… huuuhhhhssshhooo deeepp… mhhooore… another…” the shaky voice almost husked, making the vixen and several of her crew wonder if Sam remembered she was broadcasting on an open channel, not to mention why she seemed to be… talking to the alien.

This went on for almost another ten minutes, the end of the strange coupling announced by the shuffling of large taloned paws as the alien abandoned its… mate. At Sonya’s signal they moved silently, with Tilly tracking the thing as best as she could. Samantha’s communicator was still signaling her position, but they could have found the spot by the strange, sharp scent of the alien’s ejaculate. A puddle of it lay ahead of them - the color of pale honey but more slimy than syrupy. Laying in it was Samantha’s earpiece, but not the malamute herself. Sonya saw Tilly pull out a long tab from her case, dipping an end carefully into the mess before sliding it into a socket in her datapad. The machine worked for several seconds before information floated across the screen.

“I’m seeing an analgesic of some sort… muscle relaxants, dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin…and that’s just the stuff my computer can recognize.” the mouse said, flicking through the readout before addressing the rest of the crew. “Uhhhh, my working theory at this point is that this got absorbed through the… uhmmm, mucus membrane, and was the cause of Samantha’s seemingly… enthusiastic reaction. Given the dose, it would have… severely lowered Samantha’s inhibitions.”

“So that thing drugged her, then… and after it was done it took her away?”

“Uhhhhhmmm, maybe. Some of this stuff is used to trigger bonding behavior, and the dose Sam received… she might have left with… it.”

“Tilly can you… can you track the thing?” Sonya asked, forcing a steady tone into her voice.

“No, which is kinda good news since I can only track them at close range. I can try for a bigger radius, but I’ll lose precision…”

“It will give us an idea of where we need to go, so try that…”

“Ohmygod, it took Sam. and that engineer girl before… it… it’s going to want to… to t-take us!” Alice stammered, her doe-eyes wide and her big ears flicked back against her skull.

“The good news is that we have reason to believe that Sam is alive and unharmed, same as the engineer. Look, I know this is more than we signed on for, but it’s our mission now and we do it as best as we can. I’m not asking you to fight that thing. We now know we can’t. Our priority is rescue and evacuation, so we’ll split into teems and do a quick and stealthy sweep. Once we have Sam and the outpost’s engineer, we’re out of here. I have faith in you - we can do this!” Sonya said, and admired the bit of steel her speech had managed to put into her crew when Tilly cleared her throat.

“Ehhh, Lieutenant… I’m… I’m reading more than one alien…”

*******

“Over there!” Tilly almost squeaked, shining her light on the body crumpled on the floor. Sonya and Cynthia saw it then, and the vixen rushed and knelt beside the weasel girl she was sure wasn’t any older than her, placing her fingers on the mustelid’s long neck and sighing in relief as she found a steady pulse.

“She’s alive! She… oh my God…” she said as she gently rolled the girl onto her back. 

She was, or had been wearing the engineering corps uniform, but only bits of the cadmium-yellow cloth clung to her body, mostly along her limbs and shoulders. The girl’s chest was wet and there was a distinctly sweet smell wafting up from the soaked fluff covering her bare breasts. Breasts that should have still been just budding but were swollen and firm as the weasel’s milk leaked lazily from stiff, dark nipples. But the cause of Sonya’s gasp was the young girl’s bare and very bulging belly. As the light struck her eyes the lashes fluttered and finally opened, the weasel girl looking half-awake as she tried to focus on strange faces.

“Whhuuhh…whoo…” she murmured.

“I’m Sonya Petersen, from the Cassiopeia. My crew and I are responding to your distress signal. Are you… are you injured?” the vixen asked, since she doubted that a girl lying naked and seemingly quite far into a pregnancy in a monster-infested outpost could be ‘OK’.

“Wheerruuz… mhhhh cuddlllzz?” the girl asked, still groggy.

“Cuddles? Wha…who… is it a pet?” Sonya asked. It was against regulations, but maybe the girl smuggled some little animal in to keep her company. The weasel smiled almost drunkenly once her words sunk in.

“Mmmnnnooooo shilllyy… she… weeeehh gunna be… mmmmmhhmmmommies…” the girl cooed happily, running her paws along the curve of her belly. The movement drew their attention to the weasel femme’s slit, and the goo slicking down the fur around her sex.

Sonya gave Tilly a nod and the mousette drew another tab and carefully touched it to the slime covering the girl’s labia. She pushed it into the slot and this time it didn’t take long for her device to analyze it. Tilly looked at her Lieutenant and gave her a nod.

“It’s a match. Same composition as the sample I got at the spot Samantha was… attacked.” she said, color rising to her cheeks as she remembered the noises of the ’attack’ and how the malamute girl had wound up growling at the alien creature to ‘attack’ her harder. So why was this girl referring to… that as a ‘she’?

“W-what’s your name?” Sonya asked the gravid girl.

“Hmmmm? Becky…” the weasel replied. She no longer seemed merely groggy, she seemed drugged. And if Tilly’s original analysis of the organic compound they encountered was correct, she might very well be.

“Okay Becky, when did you last see… Cuddles?” the vixen said, feeling ridiculous for using a name like that to describe the most terrifying beast she’d ever seen.

“Shhheeewwwwuuzzz… mhhhrighhht here… scared me… at fuuuuhhrst… then after… shee calmmmmddd dowwwnn… mhhhhhweee… cuddled…” the girl murmured, closing her eyes as if reliving a happy memory.

“Why does she keep calling it a ‘she’? I mean she must have seen its…” Tilly asked, pantomiming a two-foot cylinder sticking out from her crotch rather than being crass enough to say ‘massive cock’.

“Doesn’t matter. Becky, I’m going to help you up and I’ll need you to follow us back to our ship, okay? We’re evacuating the outpos…” she said, but the weasel winced as she tried to get her on her feet and the vixen was worried she might have hurt her. The impression was gone when the mustelid femme began to moan and whimper.

“I… I only grabbed her shoulders I didn’t touch…” Sonya began to explain, but was interrupted by Cynthia’s sharp gasp.

“Oohhhhmygod…” the cheetah whimpered, pointing a shaky finger between Becky’s thighs and the slippery slit being splayed open as…

“What… what is…” Sonya began, but another moan from Becky cut her off, and another contraction of her abdomen made her question superfluous.

“An egg… that’s why she called Cuddles a ‘she’! The thing we saw wasn’t the creatures co…penis…” the mousette quickly corrected herself. “... it’s an ovipositor!” she explained while the now obvious egg was crowning, only to be expelled with a big dollop of the narcotic goo as Becky caught her breath before straining again, working to empty her still distended belly.

With no idea what they could do to help and all of them hesitant to touch the mind-altering mess leaking from the writhing weasel, the three of them just stood there and tried to ignore the noises Becky was making. It wasn’t the pained cries of a mother in childbirth ringing out in the little supply room, it was the moans, squeals and shuddering gasps very fitting for the young female writhing in ecstasy as she delivered the alien’s brood. The three girls chewed their lips and tried to keep their thighs from rubbing together, until the fourth egg slipped out of the panting weasel’s gaping sex, the girl giggling as she ran her paws over her once again trim tummy and over her still leaking nipples.

Sonya was trying to get her bearings and think of a plan while Tilly rummaged around and Cynthia just stared in shock. The mouse knelt next to Becky, now wearing work-gloves and opening some kind of container she found.

“What are you doing? We aren’t taking those… things with us!” Sonya hissed as Tilly began to stack the eggs in the case.

“Are you kidding? This could be the xenobiological find of the century! We can’t take the grown-ups, but the eggs…”

“The Cassiopeia doesn’t have quarantine storage! We can’t take those things on board!” Sonya insisted.

“Well… what if she asks about her babies?” Tilly said, gesturing to Becky who seemed to be drifting back into a very happy slumber.

“They aren’t her babies! That thing just used her as… as an incubator!” the vixen insisted. “Look, I’m in command and it’s my call to make - we aren’t breaking quarantine and we aren’t taking those things on board.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Sonya…” Tilly said, sighing as she handed the vixen her datapad. “PATER, decrypt classified priority epsilon order. Authorization: TILLY-118…” she said, handing the vixen the screen.

It was brief but shocking. This was never really a rescue! Central command knew there were alien life forms loose here, and the capture of these things was the top priority. Sonya was shocked when she read the secret order, and even more when she looked up to find Tilly’s stun-carbine pointed at her and Cynthia.

“You must have heard the rumors. There’s a Central Command Intelligence auxiliary in every crew, so that special orders can be carried out…” the mousette said, not sounding like she felt particularly guilty. “My authorization codes will unlock Cassie’s systems, and the course for our next checkpoint is already laid in. There will be reinforcements waiting for me there…”

“You’re just… you’re going to strand us here? With those things?”

“Don’t worry. We know some of the aliens’ behaviors. They won’t harm females, that’s why a cadet ship was sent in. They’re the perfect organism - their structural perfection matched only by their… hornyness. As for your chances once I’m gone, well… you have my sympathies.” the mouse said with a shrug. “Once I deliver these, a marine transport will come to pick you and the aliens up. After they lay eggs in any available compatible hosts, they enter a dormant state…”

“...cuddle…” a half-conscious Becky clarified.

“Yeah. The marines will be able to secure them without the creatures getting violent. As for the drug’s effects… we’re not sure how long they last. Maybe forever? But don’t worry, you’ll still be able to serve. After all, the Relief corps always needs…” Tilly said, but a wide-eyed Cynthia butted in.

“T-Tilly…b-b-behind…”

“Oh come on! Really, Cynthia? You think I’m going to fall for…” the mousette berated with her tail lashing in agitation behind her, but when that tail struck against what could only be a big, hard throbbing… ovipositor, the mousette’s eyes went wide. A moment later her muzzle did the same as she squealed while the scaled behemoth lifted her up, the rodent girl’s legs kicking impotently at empty air as she tried and failed to wriggle free.

“Oooohhhh…gunna gheeettt… cuddled…” Becky murmured happily alternating between watching the alien with his latest victim and admiring her new clutch of still slimy eggs.

Sonya’s and Cynthia’s attention was undivided, their eyes showing whites as they took in the sight of the nubile mouse girl and the alien’s oozing shaft. Even with biological proof right there before them it was hard to think of the creature as a ‘she’. Even the powerful, forward-curving horns the alien was sporting suggested a male, with more blunt imagery to be found between its legs. The rod that would soon start implanting the beast’s eggs into their traitorous crewmate was a deep purple fading into a rich umber color at the base. And just behind the thick base Sonya could make out two lumps denting out the scaly flesh, laid side by side and resembling testes lacking a hanging scrotum. Since the victims weren’t seeded with sperm, she figured the alien must self-fertilize the eggs once they leave the ovaries and that those things are glands in charge of producing the narcotic, muscle-relaxing slime that allowed the alien to implant the eggs into hosts like them without injury.

“Please… you can’t let it…” Tilly pleaded, squealing as the alien’s long, prehensile tail pushed under the waistband of her shorts and slipped in. The silvery fabric stretched but finally split and tore, leaving the mouse’s pink slit bare to the beast now flaring its nostrils.

“We can’t stop it…” Sonya said, knowing that if she could she would have, would have tried to save Tilly even though she’d known all along what was waiting for them here and why they were sent. She still thought of the sneaky mouse as her crewmate and loathed the idea of leaving any member of her crew behind.

“Noooo! Don’t let it touch… I… I don’t want to end up like… her!” Tilly said, obviously referring to the softly giggling engineer with her blank smile and barely grown breasts already swollen with milk, the consequence of the powerful hormonal cocktail that she’d been filled with, the same thick goo hat would soon be pumped into the mousette’s lithe body along with any eggs the creature was carrying. The alien had one hand-like paw under Tilly’s left arm and was easily holding her aloft s the other grabbed one of the girl’s flailing legs. It lifted the slender limb until it was parallel to the floor, leaving the squeaking rodent exposed.

Tilly let out a final, pitiful wail as the oozing tip found her slit after a few jabs and the alien’s hips bucked. For a moment the force pushed the little mouse up, but both the reptile’s grip and gravity pushed her back until the bulbous tip slipped in, splaying her folds as her body strained to hold the invading flesh.

“NNhhhhooooooo! I… I was… s-saving…” Tilly whimpered in pain and fear before she seemed to forget why she was feeling that way. As the beast gave another buck, the noise torn from her was a little grunt of exertion, but the next one suggested that the narcotic was doing its work, working its way through the mucous membrane now wrapped around the thick spire, into the rodent’s bloodstream until it reached her brain and removed the last traces of reluctance.

Both Sonya and the cheetah rookie next to her stared like deer caught in headlights, hearing the same sounds from Tilly that Samantha had made on the comms channel. The malamute that had been spirited away by the alien and was now curled up somewhere, stroking her bulging belly in a happy delirium induced by the narcotics and hormones the beast had pumped her full of. But hearing the act was one thing, and witnessing it quite another.

The goo acted not only as a muscle relaxant and painkiller but as a very effective lubricant, and the creature seemed to have an endless supply of it. Tilly’s labia were wrapped so snugly around the intruding girth that they were barely perceivable, and every inch forced deeper into her pushed out some of the slime the creature was filling her with. Only a fraction though. Most of it would be forced past the mousette’s cervix, to flood her womb and prepare her body to incubate the alien’s offspring.

“P-perfect… oooorrrrgghhaaaaaaAaaaaaahh!” Tilly cried out, going from a moan into a blissful shriek that made Sonya wonder what the second word was meant to be. Organism? Organ? Orgasm?

“Ohhhhhhmy…I can… it’s…” Cynthia gasped, one hand covering her muzzle while the other trembled as it pointed at the base of the alien’s cock. The bugle was to clear to miss and Sonya’s eyes drifted briefly to the eggs Becky was fussing over.

The alien braced its legs and gave a sharp thrust into the mouse girl who still didn’t look like she’d recovered from her orgasm. Tilly moaned groggily when the beast bucked up, her glistening folds splaying a little wider but still not enough to let the bulge inside her. The second thrust opened her more, and the third almost enough… it took five thrusts but with a squeal that sounded more like pleasure than pain the mouse’s labia closed around the narrower part of the alien ovipositor, the bulge now clearly visible just above her clitoral hood. Sonya saw the girl’s tail writhe and her toes curl as the alien worked diligently, the contractions of her obvious climax helping it as it pushed the ovum deeper into its victim. Along the creature’s abdomen strange muscles tensed and twitched, and by the time the egg was settled in Tilly’s womb the next one was forming a bulge at the base of the creature’s shaft.

“Cynthia… come on, help me get Becky up…”

“But… are we… what about…” the terrified girl stammered but was cut off by the vixen.

“That’s an order, cadet!” Sonya barked and the cheetah’s training won through. Becky didn’t resist but she was so high on whatever was still drooling out of her slit that Sonya didn’t trust her to walk on her own. They each threw one of the weasel girl’s arms over their shoulders as they shuffled away from the traitorous mousette now happily taking her second egg. Sonya didn’t like the idea of leaving anyone behind, but the mousette was willing to condemn the whole crew to that same fate, so if anyone had to stay behind and play incubator to these things…

“OOooouuunngghhyyeaahhh! Mhooore, moooore!’” came the cries behind them, obviously ones of pleasure but terrifying in their own way. Sonya doubted they could resist these creatures, but it was scary to know that if caught they’d be robbed of the will to even try…

*******

“Okay, that’s some good news…” Gwen said after Lieutenant Sonya reported in saying that they found the outpost's sole crewman, meaning they just had to find Samantha and get back to Cassie.

“And she’s unharmed. That means Sam will be fine too, r-right?” asked Delilah, obviously trying to pluck up her courage while the lapine mechanic busied herself opening the hatch barring their way.

“Yeah, Sam’s a tough bitch! Take more than some overgrown lizard toooooOoooohhhh, carrot-cock!” the rabbit swore as only mechanics can as the hatch opened and she spilled forward, tumbling end over end into a large cylindrical space.

“Oh, I guess we got carried away and didn’t realize we reached the core…” Del said, stating the obvious to the lazily spinning bunny.

While the Cassiopeia had a proper gravity-generator, outposts like this one cheated by rotating around their axis, using the centrifugal force to simulate gravity. Which was really a neat idea until you reached the center of the thing where there was no spin and you suddenly found yourself in zero-G. And just as expected, there was a warning sign reminding staff to activate their mag-boots, but in the excitement and the low light conditions they’d both missed it.

“Just wait until you reach a bulkhead and try to get your boots to touch it…” the snake girl called out, activating her own as she ventured forth.

“Yeah, could have used that advice ten seconds ago. Ouuughhh, I hate zero-G!”

“You’ve had EVA training, right?” Del asked, venturing into the vast cylindrical chamber. She’d rather enjoyed zero gravity training, but then she had a long tail that could be used to grab onto things and act as a lifeline, something a bunny lacked.

“Yeah, but it didn’t agree with me. I’m already dizzy and… nauseous…”

“Well hold it in! Otherwise it’s just going to float around…” Del insisted. Puke was bad enough when it was a mess on the floor, but it was horrifying when it swarmed lazily through the air…

“Okay, I’m drifting closer to… damn!” Gwen spat as she rebounded off a metal wall, failing to touch the surface with her magnetized soles. “I’m too dizzy to tell up from down. I’m just going to keep bouncing around in here forever!”

“Well, not forever. There’s no gravity to slow you down, but there’s still air resistance, so at wor-”

A low growl interrupted Delilah’s unhelpful dissertation on Newton’s Laws of Motion making them both face towards the source. The alien… one of them… was in here with the two techies, and even though the creature had no mag-boots it didn’t seemed bothered by the absence of gravity. Both sets of paws had long-taloned digits that seemed quite good at grasping. Combined with a long, prehensile tail the beast had no problem clinging to whatever was convenient, and the central chamber offered no lack of pipes, support-beams and ridged surfaces.

The beady yellow eyes tracked the lazily spinning bunny whereas Gwen’s head-first orbit removed the alien from her vision once she’d turned around so that her rear-end was facing it. It was either luck, or the creatures were more cunning than they looked, but whatever motive launched the scaled beast from its perch proved perfect. All Gwen could do was shriek as the hulking alien sped towards her, grasping its prey in its arms as a hindpaw shot out and the talon-like feet grasped a steel support-beam.

Its movements were confidently casual as it hooked talons under the silvery material of Gwen’s uniform and tore it from the bunny girl, leaving several shreds to float lazily as it inspected its catch. Del gasped at the sight and the sound drew the creature’s gaze to the snake sanding with her magnetized boots holding her feet against one of the bulkheads. Delilah held her breath, wondering if the beast would leap again, seeking her and if maybe it would let Gwen go if it chose her instead.

What she didn’t expect was the alien’s long tail lashing out and wrapping around her slinky waist. Her mag-boots were designed to hold against a steady pull, such as possible decompression, but to pull away on a sharp tug, allowing her to make slow but safe progress in a zero-gravity environment. That meant the creature had little trouble plucking her off the wall as if she was a snail, and while it’s tail wouldn’t have been strong enough to lift her normally, in a weightless environment it left her at the alien’s mercy, provided it had any.

Del felt paralyzed as the alien brought it close to its horned head, the slitted yellow eyes peering from deeply ridged sockets as the nostrils on its blunt muzzle flared. She was rigid in its grasp as the creature pulled her closer, enough for her to feel the exhales coming from that barrel chest against the scales of her trim and bare tummy. When the maw opened and the rows of small sharp teeth flashed,  Del squeezed her big eyes shut and cringed, but the beast took a mouthful of fabric rather than snake. The stretchy material of her shorts tore easily, exposing her privates to the creature. It was only a squeak from Gwen that broke her out of the trance, her eyes focusing on the bunny as she kicked impotently either at empty air or hard scales stretched over harder muscle.

“Ewwwww! Get away from there you… nghhh!- I… like girls!” Gwen insisted as the blunt tip of the alien’s shaft oozed and poked at the soft pink cleft between her shapely lapine thighs.

“T-technically…uhhhh, if it makes eggs that makes it a sh-“ Del explained in a shaky voice but stopped when she heard Gwen cry out, the sharp noise ringing in the large chamber as lapine labia gave way to the thick ovipositor.

The snake saw her friend’s legs extend, the big bunny-toes splaying wide as her entire body went rigid in the creature’s grasp. She saw the chubby folds she’d licked only a few hours before wrap around the massive invader, glistening from the slime the reptilian beast had already leaked out. Most of the wind had been knocked out of Gwen but she still managed a short groan as the beast bucked and sheathed nearly half its length into the fluffy female. She saw Gwen’s ears fold back as the thrust forced either lapine or alien fluids from a pubescent pussy stuffed to capacity. The drops formed into perfect little beads, floating lazily in the zero-G environment as the creature turned its attention to its second victim.

That horrible maw opened again and before Del could remember to close her legs the alien already had its head between her skinny thighs. Its tongue was as inky black as hers, but rather than a slinky forked one it was thick and tapered. After one swipe across the scaled slit the creature pushed it in, making the snake girl whimper as her snug tunnel was stretched, albeit relatively gently compared to Gwen’s. Then again, the bunny was being pumped full of that bizarre ejaculate and the noises she was making no longer hinted at pain or fear. She’d been face-first in Gwen’s pussy often enough to know what she sounded like when she was cumming, or close to it. The beast’s saliva proved slick but devoid of any drug-like substances, and Del was whimpering as she gripped its horns, trying in vain to push the massive head away from her vulnerable slit.

“Mmmmmfffhhhh…good girl!” the lapine mechanic chirped, drawing Delilah’s attention.

Gwen’s eyes were looking glassy and the corners of her parted lips curved up in a drunken smile as her normally trim tummy showed a slight bulge – a preview of what was to come. Del knew that was just the slime and the alien’s ovipositor filling her friend, but as the beast bucked the muscles in its abdomen tensed and clenched, moving an egg into position as it prepared to lay it into the lapine womb it had obviously claimed.

“Oooohhhmygod Del… you gotta… she’s shhoooo amazing…” the bunny cooed, her voice sounding like she was on cloud nine and completely out of touch with what her body was subjected to. An egg was already bulging out the base of the alien’s shaft, and would soon be doing the same to the lapine vulva and then her friend’s womb. Their useless carbines floated lazily in the vast chamber, they were caught with no hope of escape until the creature decided to release them. But Gwen looked happy while Delilah was writhing in disgust and discomfort as the thick tongue dug deep into her.

“Dell… yhooouu gotta… try…” Gwen insisted drunkenly, her eyes losing focus as the egg approached her splayed folds.

The snake’s attention shifted from her friend to a pale-honey glob floating lazily through the air. She reached out like a child towards a soap-bubble, but this one clung to her fingers instead of bursting. She hesitate for a moment before throwing caution to the wind and licking her hand clean. The alien substance hit her about the same time Gwen let out the long, shuddering moan of someone feeling an egg in her pussy for the first time.

It wouldn’t be a first for the young garter snake, but it would be weird to feel them going the wrong way. But she’d always laid hers in private, locked away in her room so no one would hear the whimpery moans she made as the sensation of her unfertilized eggs travelling through her young pussy caused her to orgasm, like she was doing now as she bucked her slinky hips against the alien’s face.

The small dose of the creature’s cum combined bit the ravenous tongue wriggling in her sex had made Del horny like never before and disinhibited enough that when the thick ovipositor slipped out of a panting when with an obscene slurp her eyes were glued to every glistening inch, her forked tongue flicking out to catch the scent of the thing. A post-orgasmic clench made the bunny’s cunny gush the mess that had been pumped in and the slime looked hypnotic as it shot out and broke out into smaller droplets while drifting weightless like the three of them.

Gwen was carrying two of the alien’s eggs inside her, and long with the narcotic goo she had a very eye-catching bump in her fluffy tummy. But the creature’s abdominal muscles were still working and as it brought its tip to Delilah’s sex an outline of its next egg was already bulging out the base of its cock. Del’s body was eager for more of the narcotic slime the purple shaft was smeared with, and once she got that she was eager for everything else.

The Alien held a softly giggling Gwen in one massive hand while moving the now compliant snake with the other. They weighed nothing in zero-G and it was surreal to watch herself being used as a moaning, whimpering sex-toy as the creature pulled her up and down its thick rod. The snake’s tail twisted when the beasts egg slipped past her folds and made her cum, her young body clenching around it even as the next one traveled up the alien member. The garter snake’s figure was extremely slinky and by the time the creature finished with her she was bulging obscenely with several eggs much bigger than her won and at least a pint of the mind-bending ooze pumped into her pubescent body. She felt fingers fumbling with her own and looked to her left to see a dazed but blissful Gwen holding her hand as they each patted their belly-bumps…

*******

“Anything on the sensor?” Alice asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she swept her flashlight across the dimly-lit corridor.

“S-still nothing close enough for this to pick up…” Val said, unable to convincingly hide just how scared she was. Gwen and Delilah hadn’t checked in and both the doe and the panda doubted there was anything wrong with their communicators that the two tech couldn’t fix, which meant…

“Okay, just keep a close eye on the screen, and I’ll look around us. We’ll finish searching our section and get back to the ship. If we just look after each other, we’ll be f-“

“C-c-contact!” the panda pilot squeaked out, gripping the screen as a marker appeared on the edge of her sensor’s effective range. “It’s… it’s behind us! It must have been following us!”

“Shhhh! Maybe it’s just skulking around. If it doesn’t hear us…” the doe whispered, but a roar from around the bend made her look like a literal deer in headlights before survival instincts kicked in with one piece of practical advice. “Run!”

The two cadets broke into a sprint down the corridor, followed by the noise of a lumbering alien that went from prowling to chasing. The fact that the creature wouldn’t harm them didn’t register and the two girls looked like they were running for their lives as they sped down the echoing corridor. Alice’s long legs carried her along easily, but while Val got compliments on her ‘cuddly’ figure it wasn’t really a racer’s body. Both the panda’s growing budding breasts And her perky behind were bouncing in the tight silver uniform as the fluffy ursine huffed and puffed along with the leggy doe.

“Val, I’m… I’m glad I got paired up with you…” Alice said, a strange confession to voice in a moment like this.

“T-thanks… w-why?” Val asked, huffing out each word. She was a racer if you put her behind the helm, but her short thick legs weren’t up to the task of outrunning alien monsters.

“Because… I don’t think I could have outrun Gwen or Cynthia. I’m sorry, Val…” Alice said before bowing her head and redoubling her pace. Valerie had barely been keeping up with the deer girl, and Alice’s mad sprint had left the panda behind just as the bulk of the alien came into view behind her. Looking over the shoulder Val saw it, filling the corridor behind her as its yellow eyes focused on her. She tried to pump her legs even harder but the creature leapt and easily pinned the winded panda down.

Val squealed as her uniform was torn from her, her plush young body pressed to the floor until the alien hooked a heavy paw under her belly and pulled her rear up. Val had her hands braced against the metal deck underneath her, and looking down her body she could make out the leaky ovipositor bobbing before it swung up and touched her exposed sex. There was a tingle as the strange slime touched her labia, but not enough of it to cover the sting of the girthy ovipositor forcing its way in. Val heard her shriek echo as the beast deflowered her, seeming to come back down the hall different and… babbling?

“Nononono! NooooOoouugh!”

Valerie looked up in time to see Alice running back, followed closely by the reason why. Another one of these things had been waiting further ahead. They’d been herded into an ambush and for all her speed the doe was doomed as the second alien pushed her flat against the wall. The thick, throbbing pillar of flesh spreading her no longer virgin pussy was pumping that slime and it was getting harder and harder for the panda to focus her eyes. She didn’t feel any sympathy for the cowardly doe, but no grudge either.

She watched with a strange detachment as the deer-girl’s rump was exposed while she shrieked and pleaded for the beast to stop. As the monster mounting her bottomed out and the drug began to work on its mind, she wondered why her friend was making such a fuss about this. Being caught had seemed scary, but it didn’t feel so bad now. After the alien’s first real thrust, the panda’s opinion changed. This felt good. This felt great, she amended as another thrust pushed the tip past her dilated cervix and pushed rational thought aside. When Alice’s mate pushed in under the doe’s puffy tail she thought her friend was being silly for screaming.

Val wasn’t screaming or squealing anymore, her hands braced against the hard floor as the big reptile behind her started opening her up even wider as the first of its eggs fought to force its way into her plush little body. She giggled at the messy noises the alien’s shaft made as it pumped into her, and smiled as Alice’s cries and protests calmed down and eventually the doe joined her in happily moaning while their immature wombs were filled with the aliens’ offspring.

*******

Even with Becky as a shared burden, Sonya and Cynthia managed to get close to the docking bay and their ship when they heard a roar from nearby. Neither could spare a glance at their datapads to check what the sensor grid was reporting, but as the footsteps got closer, neither girl needed to.

 “It’s… it’s going to get us! We… we’ll end up like Tilly, like Sam… we’ll…” Cynthia babbled, panicking and close to tears but stopped when she felt Sonya grab her shoulders and spin her around to face her.

“It hasn’t caught you yet, has it? Are you gonna let it, cadet? Are you gonna let some space reptile take your cherry?” the vixen asked, her voice stern and cutting and commanding the frightened feline’s complete attention.

“N-no!” Cynthia replied, some steel creeping into her voice.

“Are you gonna let some alien put its babies into you, or do you want it to be that boy you’ve had a crush on since basic training!?” Sonya asked, practically shouting in the girl’s spotted face.

“No! No, I want Artie’s cubs!” Cynthia huffed, wearing a fierce frown as some female instinct in her rebelled at the idea of being used as a mere incubator.

“Then double-time it back to the ship, cadet! That’s an order!” the vixen said, relying on the training she received when she was selected to command the Cassiopeia. And then since training doesn’t cover everything and you sometimes need to improvise, she turned Cynthia around and gave her a sharp slap on the ass, sending the girl into a run down the hallway.

Once she was away, Sonya took a deep breath and readied her stun carbine. She couldn’t stop the alien, she could see her future just by looking at Becky happily sprawled out on the floor with milk leaking from her puffy nipples and slick goo leaking from her pussy. But she could go down fighting, and before that thing had her writhing and moaning, she intended to kick, bite and growl.

When the alien rounded the corner, its posture was aggressive but confident. A predator knowing the only danger was frightening its prey and prolonging the hunt. Sonya answered its growl with one of her own and let loose from her carbine. Her shots mostly landed but failed to do anything but annoy and rile the reptilian xeno. Its ovipositor bobbed between its hindlegs, scattering droplets of the gooey (pre)ejaculate compound that Sonya knew would rob her of her will for who knows how long. And the two heavy bulges just behind the erect appendage suggested that this was one of the aliens that so far hasn’t had a chance to lay its clutch.

“You’re not taking me without a fight!” the vixen cried out, grabbing the barrel of her weapon and swinging it like a club at the beast’s horned head. She connected a few times, but the carbine was lightweight and the alien’s skull looked like hard bone under hard scales. Rather than try and shield itself from her blows, the creature made a grab and closed its long-taloned, hand-like paws around the vixen, pinning her arms at her sides.

It lifted her up and Sonya growled as she tried to kick impotently, the movement of her legs giving the alien a chance to push the tip of its tail into her shorts. It slid down her lower belly and the vixen hissed angrily as the hard, cold appendage slithered across her mound and between her thighs until it emerged outside the stretchy garment on the other side. A flick of the powerful tail was all that it took to tear the bottom half of her uniform, leaving her exposed to the alien taking in her scent.

Having been deemed acceptable, the alien pulled Sonya in closer, nudging its blunt tip against the vulpine girl’s crotch until the drooling shaft found the soft, smooth cleft. The contact of the narcotic slime and her bare skin was enough to make Sonya’s privates tingle, but the vixen refused to give in to the sensations and chose to stare into the beasts beady yellow eyes. If the reptile could understand her defiance it gave no sign, no indication that it cared for anything other than a womb to gestate its eggs.

The Lieutenant managed to keep her teeth clenched but not to hold her silence. Sonya wasn’t a virgin, but her few encounters with a boy no older and no more experience than her in no way prepared her for something as big and as ruthless as the creature forcing its way into her body. There was pain and a squelch as her pussy yielded and closed taut around the portion of the ovipositor the beast had forced in. She was trying to cling to sanity even though she could feel the narcotic high invading her brain as the slime leaked. It was slick and did strange things to her insides, forcing her muscles to release its reflexive clenching grip, loosening in ways that her being relaxed couldn’t accomplish. Pain was dulled but not the sensation of fullness, and of friction once the alien started t buck, to move in that distinctly masculine way even though Sonya knew she would soon be holding the proof that the creature was female. A mother…

“You… bitch!” the vixen spat, some vitriol still in her voice even though the drug was taking hold. She suspected that a dab of the stuff on her pussy would have been enough to have her giggling and writhing in ecstasy better than any recreational drug, but she was getting a much heavier dose - every drop her body could possibly hold.

“Fffff…fuck… yo-oooOough! Fucking… bitch!” Sonya growled, even though a new tone was creeping into her voice as the tip of the alien’s shaft reached her cervix. As the strange slime was smeared against the entrance to her womb the vixen writhed and curled her toes as she felt it dilate, loosen and dimple in with every buck of the creature.

“Fuchhhh… fuuuuhhhckk… bitch… fhuuuu…” the vixen mumbled, it was no longer clear if she was hurling insults or encouraging the beast forcing it’s way in. When the first egg pushed past her folds and traveled up towards her womb the vixen cried out again, and this time it was impossible to mistake it for anything other than ecstasy.

*******

 The first thing Cynthia did when she stepped into the Cassiopeia’s docking bay was to close the door behind her, her hand shaking as she punched in the codes for an emergency lockdown. She’d wait here for a little while, hoping that someone else would make it back. She liked to think that her Lieutenant would make it. The noises she’d heard while running for safety suggested that the vixen’s last stand had not gone well for her, but Sonya was strong, maybe strong enough to keep her wits even after getting… egged. Enough to limp back to Cassie and…

“Eeyyaaahhhh!” the cheetah cried out as she turned around and came face to snout with an unexpected stowaway.

“Hhhhaaahh! N-nice… b-b-boy… or… girl, since… eggs and everything…” Cynthia stammered as she came face to face with the biggest one of these... things she’d seen so far. It had the forward-facing set of horns like the other aliens, but was also sporting a pair that swept back and another that curved forward like those of a ram. The six horns made an impressive crown, making this thing the aliens’ queen, along with its size. It would have had to crouch down in the corridors but the Cassiopeia’s loading bay was big enough for it to stand tall, looming over the cheetah as its nostrils flared as it nosily sucked in air and presumably her scent. And when it snorted it’s lungful out, the cheetah’s tail puffed out in fear.

“I… I also m-make eggs. Except I don’t… l-lay them…” she stammered awkwardly, and then because she couldn’t meet the hulking brute’s gaze she made the mistake of looking down. “Ooohh! Oh, what a b-big…uhhhh…ovipositor you h-have…” she said in a shaking, panicky voice as she caught sight of what the queen was packing. A shaft that looked as big as the cheetah’s forearm, and rather than the twin bulges the other aliens were sporting, this one had what looked like actual testicles, albeit way, way too big.

The nimble cat was paralyzed by fear, and the creature could sense it, walking up to the spotted and almost lazily tearing away her tight silvery uniform. The tip of its erection was leaking and there was a puddle forming under the beast as it wrapped its hands around the trembling cheetah’s slender waist. In a moment of clarity, Cynthia saw that she would share the fate of the rest of the Cassiopeia’s crew. There was nowhere to run and no way to fight, so the best she could do would be to endure having her virginity taken by the biggest one of these monsters. The feline’s hand trembled as she reached out for the messy tip, smearing as much of the slime as she could on her fingers before bringing her shaky paw to her sex.

She saw the hulking alien’s nostrils flare as it took in her scent, her sex tingling as the fingertips pushing in smeared the narcotic goo into the flesh all too eager to absorb it. It relaxed her enough that she could easily slide three fingers in until she met resistance. Resistance was what she intended to show this thing while she still had the willpower to do so. She fixed her eyes on the slitted yellow ones of the lazily growling alien as she thrust her fingers as deep as they would go.

“Mine!” she growled back, taking her own virginity in a futile show of defiance. She felt the hymen tear but no sting since the fingers punching to it were coated in the goo that would take pain and inhibitions away, leaving her a compliant incubator for as many eggs as this thing could make.

With that last futile gesture over with, Cynthia let her hand fall away from her sex and took deep breath as the hulking beast lifted her and angled her until the messy tip was jabbing away at her slit, dimpling the pristine pink labia but failing to sink the bulbous tip in. Disgust fought a losing battle in the feline girl’s mind as the alien’s attempts at penetration teased her virgin pussy. They were a poor match – the youngest of the cadets and the biggest one among these reptiles – and the creature didn’t seem to understand why its ovipositor wasn’t just sinking into the smooth-skinned cleft between Cynthia’s shapely legs.

Its low growls were sounding more and more frustrated, and when a promising lunge ended with a slip and its girthy shaft sliding up the cheetah’s belly the horn-crowned beast roared. It had urges of its own, and the blunt tip of its ovipositor was leaking profusely, delivering a load that should have been pumped into its unwilling receptacle. The pale-gold goo was all over Cynthia by now, with streaks of it over her belly and chest and globs between her perky cheeks. Too thick to quickly soak into the feline’s fur, it suggested that the beast gripping her might be quite pent up.

Grunts, growls and annoyed bark-like noises all sounded from the alien as it tried and failed to force its way in. Cynthia was starting to share its frustration, since the jabs of the slimy tip against her labia were stimulating, and the graze of the tip against her clit when it missed was maddening. One time the tip slipped downward and the cat found herself arching her back as it rubbed against her pucker, far too big to have a hope of slipping in. The more this went on the more desperate the alien became, its movements jittery as muscles started to contract and ripple along its abdomen.

Cynthia’s senses were dulled by the narcotic, but without penetration she wasn’t getting a large enough dose to lose herself in the drug-like spooge. She still didn’t fully trust her eyes at first but it soon became obvious that the beast already had an egg bugling the base of its ovipositor. The reptilian behemoth was obviously trying to fight its own body, reluctant to release an egg until it was sure it would wind up safe and snug in a host. Whenever it aimed true it would invariably buck wildly instead of putting just enough pressure to wedge its tip between the slippery folds of the feline it had in its grip.

Cynthia wasn’t sure what would happen if the alien failed to lay its eggs properly and if frustration might turn violent. She knew that she wouldn’t be harmed if she was carrying the alien’s clutch, so she laid her hands on the slippery mess between her legs and dug her fingers in to pry herself apart. The next time the beast manage to line its tip up it touched her inner petals rather then the chubby outer lips, and with the egg-bulge now a third of the way along the girthy rod it bucked it’s hips and drove in.

The cheetah’s jaw clenched shut and she hissed as her tail puffed up. Her self-administered dose of the narcotic ejaculate had relaxed her flesh and dulled what would have been agony into pain, but she was still taking more than her body was ever meant to accommodate. But those heavy glands were already pumping so much of the slime that she could feel it penetrating deeper than even the ovipositor, dulling the pain into an ache and fogging her mind.

She placed a hand on her flat tummy and wasn’t surprised to feel the alien’s progress into her as her lower belly bulged out. It thrust, it squelched and it growled as if the slow progress was somehow the pubescent feline’s fault, but it was getting deeper. The spotted cat let out a shuddering gasp as she felt her cervix open up, responding to the strange alien chemistry designed to turn a girl like her into a placid incubator. The shaft that had filled her pussy now filled her womb and she only took about two thirds of it.

The reptilian behemoth grunted as its body began pushing the first of who knew how many eggs up the rigid length, the exposed base of its ovipositor showing the distinct outline until the ovum reached Cynthia’s straining cunny. Her body rocked back and forth as the alien tried to force the egg in, something it only managed when she pulled the cat back to meet a buck of its scaly hips. Cynthia let out a weak ‘meow’ as the bulge settled into her straining sex, and whimpered as the stretching pushed her to orgasm.

She realized that the creature needed her to cum, needed her body to trigger those internal muscle movements that would normally draw in sperm into her womb. Now it was helping the grunting beast push its egg deeper in, inch by inch as her pulsing pussy and the buildup of narcotic cum forced the ovum along the beast’s shaft. A mewling moan was torn from her muzzle as she felt her labia stretching wide and realized that a second egg was forcing its way in with the first one still traveling along the throbbing ovipositor.

The first bulge soon dimpled and then stretched her dilated cervix, making the feline’s toes curl and her eyes go blank, her breath frozen in her lungs until the next lunge drove the egg in. Cynthia was gasping and trying to process the sensation of something actually resting in her womb with what little was left of her reasoning mind when the second egg neared the tip, opening her up before joining its unhatched sibling in their temporary home, which happened to be a pubescent cheetah drooling as she jack-knifed from climax to climax.

The beast worked patiently, another egg sliding in, followed by another, and another. The line between waking and dreaming seemed to bur as her body became saturated with the opiate goo, even though a deluge was leaking out of her as eggs took up more and more space in her pubescent body. The creature still wasn’t done by the time oblivion finally claimed her, and Cynthia’s last sight was her own paws resting on a visibly swollen belly.

*******

“Found another two. The panda and the doe…” said a voice distorted by the helmet worn by the armored marine examining two drowsy figures, each one with a bulging belly and small but tender-looking pairs of tits leaking a bit of milk.

“And the critters?” asked someone over the comms.

“Nearby and sound asleep. Looks like the techs were right – once they lay their eggs and run out of hosts they go dormant. We’ll get some carriers over, tag ‘em, bag ‘em and ship them to the bioresearch facility, no problem.”

“Okay, so with the two you found that makes eight – seven crew and one outpost tech. We’re only missing the cheetah.”

“You find the rat?” said the armored figure standing over Alice and Valerie who were mostly just giggling in their sleep and stroking their bulging bellies.

“She’s a mouse.”

“I’m not talking about her species, I meant her job.”

“Yeah, she got egged to. Mousy slut’s just staring blankly at us and smiling from ear to ear. Doubt CC Intel will still want her, but she looks like a prime candidate for the Relief corps.”

“Yeah, just like the rest of them. Don’t suppose we can call dibs, cause I’ve got a panda here that looks like a real short-stack in the making…” the armored marine said, bending down and giving one of Valerie’s swollen breasts a squeeze and watching a thing spray of milk shoot out across the floor.

“If we can, I’m gonna call dibs on that vixen. But we still have to find that missing cat. We’re almost at the cunny-carrier so we’ll check if she managed tore reach it.” the voice over the comms said, using the non-approved term the marines had for Cadet ships. “Emergency lockdown bypassed, let’s see if… awwwwwww!”

“What?” the marine standing over Val asked, surprised by the gushing of his platoon mate until a video feed come up on his HUD, showing the bulk of the biggest, meanest one of these aliens curled protectively around a sleeping cheetah curled in turn around the big bump in her belly.

“Aww, ain’t those girls cute…”