Codex: Dildo Snakes

By Kotep (http://kotep.xyz/)

1 - Welcome to Xenobia

“Five minutes till we hit the atmosphere,” squawked the radio on Evie’s hip. “Buckle up. This one’s thick, over.”

The fox-morph’s hands were full with the speckle-backed Algonian screechworm. The three-foot-long mass of slime, tentacles and biting wasn’t happy about being captured, and it was less happy about getting shoved into a cryotank. Grabbing its tentacles like a bouquet, she slammed it into the tank, then before it could thrash its way out, slammed the lid on top.

Evie took a deep breath as frost crackled across the walls of the tank. The screechworm stiffened mid-writhe and fell silent. She tossed the tank into the storage bay with the rest of their haul: three uncharted worlds’ worth of undiscovered species. Even splattered with screechworm slime and panting from exertion, Evie couldn’t wait for uncharted world number four. Nothing in the galaxy could beat the thrill of the hunt.

Her gloves peeled off with a rubbery snap. Evie hauled herself up the ladder from the small cargo bay into the ship’s tight corridor. One hand on the red bar above her head, she squeezed down to the crew quarters and cranked the door open. Ducking under the threshold, she lifted her radio in front of her mouth. “Roger that, buckling up now.”

The blonde vixen tossed the radio onto her bunk. She tugged off her soaked vest and pants and tossed them into the autoclave. Nude, Evie stepped into the shower stall, dialed up Deep Scrub on the knobs, then closed her eyes and held her breath.

Soap pulverized her fur from five different angles. Once she was a mound of lather, the shower head kicked on to rinse. The green slime washed onto the floor and slorked through the drain. Her wet fur clung to her gene-modded body as the water washed down every inch of her carefully-engineered curves.

Evie punched the Blow-Dry button. Hot air blasted out of the vents, dragging across her fur in tightly-aligned rows. She squinted and stood still as alternating bursts of air combed her thick blonde locks and rich red fur into silky, fluffy goodness.

As she climbed out of the shower, the floor jumped underneath her. The whole ship shook and trembled and the blast shields rolled down over the windows. The hull groaned as they sunk down into the planet’s atmosphere. Evie bent her knees and staggered expertly to her locker. With a few spins of the combination lock, she pulled out the glistening, silvery spacesuit inside.

A smack in the right place shorted out blast shields’ circuits and made them retract. Evie took a moment to admire the view. Beyond the flickering red of re-entry burn, the dark of space far above gave way to lavender-blue skies inching up from below. In the center of it all, just beyond the curved horizon, was a blazing sun. Evie (and her pilot, Mina) were the first Terrans to ever see this sunrise.

Evie stuffed her bare feet into the legs of the spacesuit and tugged it up around her waist. The material shrank around her body as she pulled it on, forming a skin-tight seal around her figure. Outside, the thickening atmosphere burned a crisp orange rim around the sun. As Evie wiggled the seam along her back closed, the shifting sunlight shined off her suit, cupping the perky curve of her ass.

Her chest arched forward as she reached over her shoulders to fasten the suit’s collar. The top half of the silvery suit smoothed and tightened and clung to her bust. The natural tautness of her spacesuit pushed her breasts together and and lifted them up, removing any need for a bra. The pinkish glare of the planet’s sun wrapped across the front of her tightly-encased bosom. Outside the window, mountains and forests loomed larger as the ship dropped through the atmosphere.

Evie smiled. Forests meant lots of life, and that meant lots of specimens to capture, resources to tag, and bounties to collect. She thanked her lucky star (Tau Ceti, to be precise) that she was born just in time for the Fourth Great Planet Rush. It was a once-in-two-centuries profit-making opportunity.

By the time she had put on her silver spandex spacesuit, Evie could see individual trees zipping by outside. The deep roar of the landing rockets rattled up through her paws, and she braced herself on the side of her bunk. The sudden g-forces shoved her and her chest against the wall. As the ship slowed to a stop, she peeled herself off, then stuck out her chest and smoothed down her spacesuit.

A pair of rubber boots and a black belt around her waist completed Evie’s adventuring outfit. Before leaving, she strapped her radio and blaster pistol to her belt. As she headed for the front of the ship, her long hair swished behind her like a cape. A quick spin of the wheel popped open the cockpit hatch, and she stepped inside.

The cockpit was a small space, filled with flight equipment and glowing green monitors centered around the pilot’s chair. Mina leaned back in her chair, shaking out her black bangs as she pulled off her goggles. She was Terran, like Evie, but unlike Evie, her genes were where she’d left them, for the most part. Compared to Evie’s carefully-fitted figure, she was a bit shorter, a bit stronger, and nowhere near as curvy.

“You didn’t buckle up, did you?” Mina asked. She folded her arms and pursed her lips.

Evie grabbed one of the fishbowl-style helmets from the rack and slipped it over her head, careful to keep it from catching her hair. It locked onto the collar with a click. “Exotic life and unseen vistas await, Mina. I don’t have time for seatbelts. Any info on the planet?”

Mina turned toward one of her monitors and clacked a few keys. “Nope, the codex only has a name. Welcome to Xenobia.”

2 - The Uncharted World

The airlock hissed open. Evie stepped out the door and walked down to the end of the ramp. Their fat, finned, bullet-shaped ship sat in the middle of a clearing, surrounded on all sides by greenish-purple jungle foliage. Pink clouds streaked across the lavender sky, and the purple-tinted sun gleamed off of Evie’s suit.

The grass wasn’t trying to eat her boots yet, and she hadn’t sunk in quicksand, so this planet endearing itself to Evie better than Algonia or Tellax had.

She crossed the clearing to the edge of the jungle, and touched her gloved hand to one of the trees. They were more akin to giant ferns than Terran trees, and instead of rough bark, they had a slick, fleshy surface that squeaked against her gloves. The thick fronds of the fern-trees lent a primeval air to the jungle and only strengthened Evie’s urge to hunt exotic fauna.

The vixen hunter followed a rise in the land; high ground would give her a better view of the immediate area. The thick underbrush she climbed through was a richer color of purple than the greenish canopy. She pushed aside leaves as big as her torso and lifted fronds to duck under, until the fern-trees gave way to an outcropping of bare stone and she walked out into the sun at the top of a hill.

Below her, the trees opened up to offer a view of a small pond nestled in a valley. Large viney domes stuck up from the water, floating on the surface like lily pads. The water rippled in the gentle breeze. Evie grabbed her radio from her belt and held it up to the front of her helmet.

“Mina, I’m half a mile from your five o’ clock. There’s a pond here I’m going to investigate. Any word on air quality? Over.”

“Roger that,” Mina said, crackling through the radio. “The air looks fairly normal. Higher oxygen content, almost no carbon dioxide... nothing immediately dangerous. But remember, breathable doesn’t mean safe. There’s lots of ways–”

“Roger, over and out,” Evie said, then stowed her radio.

She climbed down the slope, at times picking her way down the rocks and at other times just sliding down on the soles of her boots. The foliage thickened near the pond, but her blaster made short work of it. A few well-aimed shots, and she could step right through the smoking hole in the undergrowth..

Evie walked along the banks of the pond until she found a sunny patch of shoreline to rest. She stopped, clipped her blaster pistol into its holster, and leaned against a fern-tree. Using both hands, she grabbed her helmet and twisted. The vacuum seal made a thick schlock as it disengaged. Lifting the bubble helmet off her head, she was greeted by the warm air, the weight of humidity against her fur, and the natural but alien smells of thick Xenobian vegetation.

Mina would have insisted Evie keep her helmet on, but Mina didn’t appreciate how sharp Evie’s senses of smell and hearing were. Her pointed ears could pick up the rustle of a rare species in the brush and her vulpine nose could sniff out the presence of profit to be made. Maybe Mina’s human senses were so dull it didn’t matter, but Evie hunted more effectively without the helmet.

Evie took a seat on the sand and stretched her legs out in front of her. Her blonde hair spilled back behind her, freed from her helmet. This wasn’t her taking a break, though. What she was doing was waiting for the alien fauna to acclimatize to her presence. The warm sun against her fur and warm sand underneath her was just a bonus.

After about ten minutes, she heard something. Her ears perked up, though her eyes stayed shut She didn’t move just yet. Leaves rustled as something moved through the brush. Her hand drifted down to rest on her blaster pistol, slowly dialing the energy down from Maim to Stun.

The sound came closer. Evie pulled her legs in, ready to stand, to move, to run if necessary. It was to her right. She pushed herself up onto her feet, making as little noise as possible. Turning to the right, she watched the brush.

Something narrow, long, and pink pushed through the leaves. Its head was rounded and spade-shaped, like a snake’s. It had small black eyes and a flickering black tongue. A pair of stalk-like antennae poked up from the back of its head. Its body was smooth and round, about an inch-and-a-half in diameter, and two feet long. Its slick surface glistened like rubber, and glowed in the light as if it was translucent. A series of ridges wrapped around its girth, giving it a ribbed appearance.

Evie had only seen it for a few seconds, but was already trying to name it. Xenobian dildo-snake? The Coalition scientists might get upset about that, but it wasn’t her fault that it looked so phallic. Her blaster pistol let out a whine as she laid her finger on the trigger.

“Hey there, little guy,” Evie said. The dildo-snake curled over the trunk of the fern-tree and flicked its tongue into the air. She closed one eye and lifted her pistol. “Just gonna put you to sleep.”

Right as she leveled her sights, a cloud of pink mist shot from the snake’s mouth. Evie reeled back. Reflexively, she pulled the trigger. The blast clipped a chunk of the fern-tree’s trunk, but missed the snake by inches. The mist clung to her fur and burrowed into her nose and crawled along her tongue. The sweet taste filled her mouth no matter how much she shook her head and spat at the ground. Her snout wrinkled and she sneezed.

“Little bastard,” Evie growled. She rubbed her silvery sleeve against her eyes and sniffled. Despite her sneeze, the sweet smell had lodged in her nose. It had to be some sort of psychoactive enzyme, a defense mechanism. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes struggled to focus on the snake. Her blaster was like a lead weight in her hands: dragging her arms down, making it impossible to aim.

Panic and anger and hunting instinct blended together with the pink haze forcing its way into her head. It was hard to think straight; her groggy mind kept slipping around in circles while her body drooped. She swayed and staggered backwards while fighting to hold onto her concentration.

The pistol slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the ground. Evie grabbed her cheek and rubbed like she was trying to rouse herself from a dream. Her skin felt hot beneath her fur and her knees buckled. Her back met the trunk of a fern-tree. The weight of her own body dragged her down until she was sitting, legs splayed, panting from the exertion of holding herself up..

Everything glowed too bright and too vibrant. Her pupils had dilated. The more she tried to crawl away, the more she slumped against the fern-tree. Her eyelids drooped no matter how much she blinked. Mina, she thought. Call for help. Warn her. She tugged the radio off of her belt, raised it to her mouth as if to talk, then yawned. The radio slipped from her hand and fell down among the fern-tree roots.

The few feet to her pistol might as well have been light-years. Her body refused to move. Where the pinkish sunlight hit her fur, she glowed with warmth. Everything was so good and pleasant that she couldn’t bring herself to fish for her radio or reach for her gun.

The pink haze swirled through her head, swallowing up every train of thought. Just relax, she thought. Or was that the haze telling her that? Even if it was the haze, relaxing just felt so good.

Her eyelids hung down over her wide pupils. A lazy smile curled around her muzzle. There was nothing to worry about. This planet was great, the sunshine was great, this fern-tree was great, and the long, pink, alien creature slithering toward her was great.

3 - A New Friend

Evie leaned forward and patted the ground between her legs. With every breath in, she inhaled the sweet stuff clinging to her nose and mouth. With every breath out, she exhaled her worries. “Hey, little buddy,” she cooed at the snake. She wiggled her fingers invitingly.

The dildo-snake slithered up to her and lifted its head, staring up at her with its cute black eyes. She wiggled her fingers again. It flicked its tongue against her gloves.

“I bet I taste like Terran,” she said. The urge to giggle struck her, but she just grinned.

The snake wove itself through Evie’s fingers and curled around her forearm. Its surface was slick and smooth and slid easily across her silver spacesuit. Evie lifted her arm so she could take a closer look.

“I wish I had a better name for you. All I can think of is dildo-snake and that’s not very good. Mina’s way better at naming things,” she said. Wait a minute, she would never admit that Mina was better at coming up with names. This dildo-snake was doing something to her head. Where was her blaster? She’d–

The snake lifted its head. Another blast of pink mist sprayed into her face. Evie’s arm fell to her thigh. Her head thunked back against the trunk of the fern-tree. Her expert vulpine tracking senses told her that the mist was really, really nice. She lapped the residue off her lips. Sniffling, she scrunched up her snout, then sneezed out a puff of pink. She let out a sleepy snicker.

Her mind filled with a broad, calming bliss, one that soothed her anxieties and told her that everything was great. Especially the dildo-snake. She couldn’t stop thinking about it and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to make friends with it, or keep it as a pet.

The snake slid off of her arm and started a slow arc along her inner thigh. Moving her arms was a challenge, but Evie managed to tug off her gloves and toss them aside. Her bare pawpads stroked against the snake’s back, like she was petting a cat. Its skin felt as slick as it looked, but it wasn’t slimy; it was more like smooth rubber. She gave it an experimental squeeze; its flesh was squishy and pliable, but firm.

Evie was so wrapped up in petting her new friend that she didn’t realize what it was doing until its head bumped up against her crotch. She tugged its tail to pull it back, but it just slithered up between her legs again. Her head cocked to one side as she looked down. “Cut it out, you’re not a dog,” she said. Evie couldn’t get a good grip on its body; her fingers were too slow and it was too rubbery-slick. It slipped out of her fingers and nuzzled up against her crotch again.

The snake opened its mouth. Where a Terran snake had fangs, it had a series of ridges along either side of its mouth, like the blades of a razor. One snap of its jaws tore Evie’s skintight silver spacesuit open. Her pussy, surrounded by pale underbelly fur, was suddenly exposed. The bare air against her privates and the brush of the snake’s razor-teeth roused some sense out of Evie’s pleasant daze.

“Woah, buddy, take it easy,” Evie said, trying to squirm away. Her heels scuffled against the ground. Her back pushed up against the fern-tree trunk. Even the adrenaline pumping through her couldn’t shake the pink haze from her thoughts or help her to think straight. She tried to block her pussy with her hand but the snake slipped right between her fingers. Its head wiggled against her folds and began to squirm its way in.

Evie recoiled, thumping her shoulders back against the tree. “You are not supposed to ghhk–!” A sudden jerk from the snake squeezed the words out of Evie’s mouth. It wormed its way deeper into her, curling and twisting its body as it went. Evie’s fingers clamped down around the snake’s tail and pulled as hard as she could. It became a tug-of-war between her and the snake; she would drag it out only for it to slip free and writhe its way back into her. Back and forth, in and out, until it became a steady rhythm. Her hips jerked, bumping against her fists as she started bucking back against the snake’s squirming. Her eyelids fluttered, and a heavy moan left her lips.

Where the snake’s body touched her folds, it rubbed a slick substance off on her, like natural lubrication. Her skin absorbed it readily. The more the snake writhed, the more that goo coated her pussy, and the hotter the aching heat between her legs grew. Her free hand clutched the ground beneath her. She struggled to take gasping breaths as the snake slithered deeper into her swollen, tender pussy.

Evie’s drugged body couldn’t stay up. She leaned to one side, then spilled onto the ground. Laying on her back, legs parted, the forest canopy spun around her. Her knees were bent and her feet planted on the ground. She had enough leverage to jerk her hips into the air each time the snake squirmed inside of her.

Through the haze of sex, Evie knew she had to get this thing out of her. With both hands, she grabbed the snake’s tail and pulled. Its ridges popped out of her pussy one by one, until only its head was still left inside. But as soon as she lost her grip, the snake snapped back into her, burying its glistening pink body in her pussy. Ears flattened against her head, eyes rolling back, the vixen let out a cry of both shock and pleasure.

Her hands grasped the roots of the fern-tree, sinking her claws into their fleshy exterior. As her hips bucked, sixteen inches of snake flopped through the air. Her pussy felt so swollen and so tight that if Evie hadn’t known better, she would think she was in heat. A rabid, mindless need had overtaken her body. The most she could do was reach down, grasp her swollen mound, and rub at her folds with her pawpads while the snake wriggled between her fingers.

Her blonde hair had spilled onto the ground, providing a pillow for her cheek while she panted. Her lips and throat were dry. Each squirm from the snake made her body jerk and clench. Its length filled her to the brim and couldn’t get any deeper. At least that was some small consolation: it couldn’t get worse.

And then the snake opened its mouth. The tight feeling made Evie grunt. She didn’t know what happened next, but a sudden burst of numbing pleasure shot through her lower body, drowning out all other sensations. An animal yip left her throat and her body curled up into the air. The snake began to move again. It slithered deeper into her, twisting and pushing against parts of her that had never felt that sort of pressure before.

Her silvery space suit bulged around her belly. Evie’s hind claws curled against the inside of her boots. She bit her lip, huffing through her nose. She tried to push against the swell in her lower abdomen, but a tender pang made her hand recoil. There wasn’t much time left. Before what, Evie didn’t know, but if she wanted this out of her, she had to act now.

About eight inches of tail still poked out from between her puffy folds. She bent over, ignoring the throbbing in her stomach, and grasped the snake’s tail. Rolling back, she pulled as hard as she could. The snake went taut, all the way up her pussy and into her womb. It began to slide. She adjusted her grip and kept pulling.

Then there was a rubbery thwap. The dildo-snake snapped out of her hands and writhed violently. It wriggled its way back into her, until its pink tail vanished between her folds. Evie’s eyes rolled back into her head and she cried out loud. Her hips jerked into the air. Fluids dripped onto the forest floor, both her own clear juices and the snake’s viscous pink secretions.

Evie flopped onto the ground, eyelids half-closed, chest heaving. The sudden burst of pleasure left her mind empty, all her thoughts quieted while her brain tried to process the orgasm she’d just had. While she trembled and twitched, the snake settled down inside of her, growing calm as it began the process of integrating with her body.

4 - Adjustments

The canopy of leaves looked like splatters of purple and blue and green paint, dotted with pink where the sky peeked through. Evie blinked slowly. What was she doing on the ground? Why was she so thirsty? Her stomach gurgled as she sat up. She tried to think back. Finding the pond, sitting down to wait, meeting the snake–

Her ears perked up and her eyes widened. But just as that realization dawned on her, a blissful tingling feeling washed over her scalp and made her fur stand on end. A small tickle met her nose and she sneezed. She shook her head. Her sudden panic rolled around for a moment, and then fizzled out. She didn’t even feel the gentle nudges moving her thoughts around. Evie couldn’t help laughing. Why had she been so freaked out? That snake had been a cute friend who’d given her a good time. Nothing wrong with that.

Her hand moved to her crotch without thinking. She was still swollen from her strange sexual experience. She parted her folds with a gentle touch and began to rub herself. The feeling that something wasn’t right crept up over her again, and again her hair bristled. She sniffled. She was always horny, wasn’t she? It wasn’t strange that she was fingering herself. Just enjoy it.

Evie staggered up to her feet. Aside from the leaves and twigs in her hair and the hole in her suit over her crotch, she looked like the same fox-morph that had left the ship. She leaned a shoulder against the fern-tree trunk for support. Her free hand curled up around one of her breasts, pressing her fingers against her nipple until it stiffened against the fabric of her suit. She rolled the tip between her fingers while her other hand pumped away at her dripping wet pussy.

Evie paused. She pulled her hand free. Thick pink liquid ran in small beads along her fingers. That had to be strange, right? Evie shivered and let out an involuntary titter as her nose tickled. No, that was normal. She was just really horny, remember? She licked her lips and grinned. Made sense, a pretty vixen like herself having a sex drive to match. Enough sense that she didn’t think to question it.

Evie pushed herself off of the fern-tree trunk and began to retrace her steps back to the pond. Her fingers were tucked tight between her legs, rubbing constantly. The pink fluid ran down her hand and dripped onto the forest floor, leaving a trail behind her.

She hadn’t gotten far, so it was only a short walk back to the shore. The sun was higher in the sky, the air warmer; perfect for basking. Evie sat down on the sand, stretched out, and fingered herself to a lazy, sticky orgasm. She plunked her fingers into the water to wash them off.

Again, Evie’s stomach growled. She lifted her head and scanned the area. Something around here had to be edible. What did her little snake buddy eat? Another rush of tingling and a light sneeze washed away any apprehension about her new parasitic best friend. Evie giggled sleepily. After a few deep sniffs, she picked up a sweet, fruity smell coming from the fern-trees by the shore. Thick vines hung from the fronds, draping down into the water. She got up and waded into the pond, fetching one of the vines and dragging it back to the shore.

Sitting back down on the sand, she stared down at the vine. How exactly was she supposed to eat this? Then her stomach quivered and, without thinking, she bent down and bit into the vine. It crunched, like the surface of a watermelon, thick and waxy until her teeth broke through the rind. Around her teeth oozed up a thick, yellowish nectar. Her mouth was already watering. Her stomach groaned. She’d never felt such an intense craving for sugar before. Evie sat back on the sand, holding the vine to her mouth and sucking up the sweet fluid as it dripped out.

Something wiggled beneath her scalp. She reached up and scratched at her hair. After the wild time she’d had, it was a blonde mess, a thick, tousled mane with leaves stuck in it. Her claws rubbed over a pair of small nubs on her scalp. Out of nowhere, she sneezed. Her pussy clenched and dripped a few pink drops, and her eyelids fluttered. Her train of thought shifted to the tight ache between her legs. Her hand dropped back down to keep fingering herself, and she forgot about those little bumps.

Evie’s thoughts felt slow to form and move, like she was pushing around heavy weights in her head. It wasn’t that she couldn’t think, it was just much easier to let other parts of her body do the thinking for her. Like her stomach, which was demanding sugar, or her pussy, which was in desperate need of something inside it. It was much easier to satisfy those needs than to try to think about what was going on with her body.

After a minute more of sucking down nectar and fingering herself, those little bumps burst up into a pair of smooth, pinkish antennae. Evie felt them growing in and leaned over the water to get a good look. She could wiggle each on their own, and they were rubbery-slick to the touch. They were like the antennae that her snake buddy had sported, but taller and thicker, obviously. She wasn’t sure where her parasitic friend was now, but she had a feeling deep in her lower abdomen that he hadn’t left her.

“These are so cute,” Evie said, bobbing her antennae at her reflection. Hang on a minute, she didn’t sound like that. What was wrong with–

Evie’s nose tickled, but she resisted the urge to sneeze. Her hips jerked and she squirted a little bit of pink fluid. Her eyelids drooped and she giggled. What was she thinking about? Tasty nectar? She wrapped her lips around the vine and lapped up more of that sweet stuff, while her fingers pumped away between her legs.

With her lips forming a tight seal, she could suck the nectar from the vine faster than it oozed out on its own. Thick globs of sweet goo rolled down her throat with every gulp and slid down into her hungry belly. The skintight material of her suit began to stretch. Not around her stomach–around her chest. Her nipples popped up stiff and swollen, forming firm bumps on the surface. The spandex stretched across the thickening midline of her bust.

The snug, supportive spacesuit held her breasts as tight as possible, but even it couldn’t keep them from sagging slightly. She had always been a respectable D-cup, about as big as she could get away with while keeping them from getting in the way. But as she slurped up that nectar, something deep inside her was converting that sugary energy into mass and packing it into her chest.

The slow swelling pulled the skin of her breasts taut. With the vine gripped between her teeth, she spared a hand to squeeze her chest and knead the extra mass filling it up. Her fingers sunk into her soft flesh. A pressure from inside pushed outward against her hands. Her nipples were swollen, sticking out from the tips of her heavy tits.

They weren’t the only part of her that was getting tighter. Beneath her belt, her hips packed on soft fat. She already had the genes to cut a stunning figure, but the same force urging her to keep eating was also spurring her body’s growth toward thicker, more pornographic dimensions. The suit stretched around her more shapely legs, while her thighs gently squeezed her hand. The hole above her pussy gaped open wider as her broader hips pulled the suit tighter.

Maybe it was weird that she was growing so much, but as soon as she had that thought, her antennae quivered and she groaned through her nose and leaned back. Her plump pussy throbbed, demanding. Her thumb brushed carefully against the top of her clit and that thought about her growth fizzled away into nothing.

Something long and thick and tender squeezed its way down her pussy. Her arm pressed against the side of her breasts, jostling the heavy mounds each time she rocked her hand. With every throb of her pussy, the mass inside of her pushed out a little further. Her knees parted and her legs spread open.

Another throb, another push, and the bulge inside of her slid closer to her fingers. She bit her lip and tried to squeeze her muscles to draw it out. Her hips lifted up into the air. She gripped one of her tits tight, rubbing her swollen nipple in small circles.

Another throb, a rush of pinkish fluid, and into her hand flopped a shaft. It was a cock, glossy and pinkish like her snake friend’s skin, but definitely her own. The sudden touch of her hand against the flesh of her new cock made her groan out loud and thrust into her palm. Only three inches of cock poked from her pussy at first, but it was tender to the touch in a way she’d never felt before. She started stroking right away.

With each pump of her hand, she coaxed more of her shaft from her body. It slid out of her pussy like it was emerging from a sheath. Behind its tip, it was ridged, just like the snake’s body. It was the same color, the same latexy texture and feeling. As her hand tightened around her new cock, it stiffened. A grunt slipped from her nose. From underneath her shaft slid a pair of testacles, tight-packed and the same glossy pink as the rest of it.

“Oh, fuck,” Evie groaned. Her hand stroked up and down the slick cock, savoring all six inches of shaft. The head throbbed, and she felt that throb all the way back into her pussy and up into her body. Unfamiliar urges welled up inside of her. She wanted to sink her cock deep into something warm; she wanted it squeezed tight; she wanted to cum and spread her snakey friend to as many hosts as...

Wait a second–

Evie’s hips jerked into the air and her cock pulsed eagerly. She squeaked and flopped down onto her back. Ten inches of pink cock poked up between her legs. Her hands clamped around the base as if trying to keep it down, but her hips jerked uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back. Each buck of her hips made her breasts bounced back against her chest. With both hands, she pumped up and down over her cock, panting for breath.

A yelp split the air and her eyes went wide. Her cock bulged for a moment, tight against her grip. It felt as if she was going to burst. And then she exploded. Thick, pinkish cum erupted into the air and splashed into the pond, each blast hitting the water with a heavy ploonk. The sheer intensity of this brand new orgasm dug into her head, dragged her thoughts down to her crotch, and shot them into the air as thick ropes of cum. It lasted maybe fifteen seconds, but it felt like minutes of mind-numbing bliss.

Evie slumped back against the sand. The last spurts of alien seed trickled down her still-stiff cock while she stared up at the sky, taking slow, panting breaths. Her head felt so clear and sharp now, like everything that had been clogging up her thoughts had gotten flushed away with her orgasm. She could focus on the stuff that was really important now: fucking, and finding more hosts.

Shuffling up to a sitting position, Evie looked down at her cock with a dazed grin. She ran her fingers along its length, gathering up a big glob of her own cum, then licking her fingers clean. It was sweet and tasted like the pink mist her snakey parasite buddy had sprayed her with.

A quick dunk in the cool water washed the remaining pink cum off of Evie’s cock. To dry off, she laid back in the sun and occupied herself by picking the leaves out of her hair. Her cock slowly went flaccid, hanging down between her legs. Every so often, when she brushed her breasts the right way, it would pulse and stiffen and she’d titter softly and bite her lip.

A sound came from far away. Her antennae twitched up straight as her ears swiveled behind her. Off in the distance, she heard someone calling, “Evie!”

Mina. Evie had lost track of time after meeting her best snakey friend, but it must have been long enough for her partner to get worried. And while her head was pleasantly fuzzy and worry-free, she knew that Mina would get suspicious of antennas and a big fat cock.

What happened next was almost instinctual. Her antennas schlicked down into her head, disappearing into her scalp. Her cock began to roll back up into her, retreating between her folds. She winced and grunted as her balls popped back inside of her. The tip of her cock wobbled as the shaft retracted into her body, and then with a pop, it was gone too, leaving behind an unassuming Terran vixen’s pussy. Aside from being puffy and swollen, her mound looked entirely normal. The only indication that something was amiss was the slight bulge in her belly and the vacant look in Evie’s eyes.

“Evie!” Mina called, close enough that Evie could hear her rustling through the brush.

Clearing her throat, Evie tried to keep her voice level. “I’m over here,” she called back. Deep inside her, her cock pulsed eagerly.

5 - An Old Friend

The purple foliage parted and out stepped Mina, in a silver spacesuit that hugged her lean muscle and a round helmet just like Evie’s. She looked worried–at least, until she saw Evie. Then Mina’s wide-eyed look fell away, replaced with a tight frown.

Evie was stretched out on the ground. Her legs were pressed together to hide the hole in her suit, and with her arms crossed over her chest, she blocked her bigger bust from view. She flashed a sheepish smile up at Mina.

Mina said, “I’ve been calling you on the radio for an hour. I thought you were in trouble.”

Evie shrugged apologetically. “Oh yeah, I kinda lost it.”

Mina’s eyes narrowed. She took a step closer. “Are you okay? You sound...squeaky.”

“Oh, yeah, that,” Evie said, trying to buy some time to think. “I found this really weird, like, flower? It was all purple and blue and when I tried to smell it, it went poof and hit me in the face with a whole bunch of pollen stuff. And then I got dizzy and came here to sit down.”

A moment of tense silence hung in the air, before Mina sighed and shook her head. “Great. Stupefying flowers. If you wore a helmet, maybe you wouldn’t sound like a ditz right now.” She pulled her radio off her belt and clicked the call button. A soft bwip came from the roots of the fern-tree where Evie had gotten to know her snakey friend. She gave Evie an ‘are you kidding me’ glare, then climbed into the brush to grab it.

While Mina retrieved Evie’s radio, Evie got up to her feet. The hole in her suit was still a problem, but by pressing her legs together and tugging the material tight, she could tuck the hole between her thighs. As long as she didn’t move, it was hidden, and she wouldn’t have to try to explain it.

Evie held her breath for a moment as Mina came back. Would Mina notice her newly pumped up tits and mouth-watering hips?

“Here. Found your blaster, too,” Mina said. She tossed Evie the radio, then the pistol. “Grab your helmet. Let’s head back and get you cleaned up.”

Evie breathed a small sigh of relief. She clipped her pistol and radio to her belt and picked her helmet off the ground. She waited to move until Mina turned to lead the way back to the ship. With a fwip of snapping spandex, the hole popped back into place, much louder than Evie had anticipated. Mina paused and glanced back. Evie had no time to cover it up. They both looked down at Evie’s bare crotch, then met eyes.

“The hell is that?” Mina asked.

“It’s, uh...I dunno. Must have happened while I was all dizzy,” Evie said, trying to sound shocked. She reached down and ran her fingers along the ripped edges.

Mina huffed. “Right. You’re going straight into quarantine when we get back, until I can do a full scan on you. And–” She stepped forward, grabbing the helmet from under Evie’s arm and shoving it over her head. “–keep your damn helmet on.”

When Mina wasn’t looking, Evie stuck out her tongue. What was she, her space mom? Quarantine wasn’t good, and neither was getting a scan. It’d ruin the surprise. And if Mina was suspicious of her, there was no way she’d be able to take the romantic route to infecting her.

Evie stopped and screwed her eyes shut. Something squished and wriggled underneath her eyelids. As she opened her eyes again, a second eyelid slid back, revealing eyes that were a solid, feral black. Her reflection in her helmet blinked back at her. She frowned. No way she could hide this from Mina. It was now or never.

Her cock began to descend through her body. She fought to keep walking and not fall to her knees or slump against a fern-tree. The thick shaft parted her pussy and pressed open her swollen mound. The cock stiffened as it slipped free, curling forward under its own weight. Her folds squeezed tight around the base. Evie walked with her pink cock and balls swinging between her thighs. A pleasant shudder popped her antennae back out of her forehead.

Evie gripped the base of her cock. Her eyes followed Mina’s ass. It wasn’t as impressive or curvaceous as her own, but the way the forest light glinted off of the curves drew her hungry gaze. Every squirming, alien instinct in her body was telling her to fuck.

She picked up the pace and closed the distance between her and Mina. The human was too focused on retracing her steps to the ship to hear the crunch of leaves behind her. Evie had to move quick, so in one fast motion, she grabbed the crotch of Mina’s suit and dug in her claws. A hole ripped open, baring Mina’s crotch to the word. Mina gasped and reeled back, bumping up against Evie’s chest.

“There’s something I wanna show you,” Evie cooed. She pushed her hips forward. The tip of her giant, glistening, pink shaft poked out between Mina’s thighs. Mina’s eyes shot wide open and she looked over her shoulder, only to see the fox-morph’s black eyes and wiggling antennae behind her helmet.

Before Mina could grab her blaster, Evie twisted her arms back into a tight hold. The fox-morph staggered for a moment, adjusting herself underneath Mina. Her cock was stiff, arching up into the air, and pointed directly at her partner’s pussy. With one forceful thrust, she speared Mina on her shaft. The head of her cock drove Mina’s pussy open while each of its ridges plucked at her folds as they popped into her.

Pink droplets ran down the front of Evie’s helmet: a mist she would be breathing into Mina’s face, if it wasn’t for the glass barrier. The feeling of driving her cock into a pussy was unlike anything her hands could provide. Warm and tight in all directions, squeezing as Mina’s muscles clenched, able to feel every bit of writhing and squirming from the inside out.

“You’re like, so tight,” Evie panted.

Mina couldn’t say anything in response. Her throat was caught between shouts of protest and uneasy, shuddering moans. All her thrashing reminded Evie of hours spent shoving squirming alien species into cryotanks. Mina might have had strength on her side, but Evie had wrestled so many screechworms and spinebeasts and decapods into their tanks that a Terran biped was like a walk in the park.

Evie shoved Mina up against one of the fern-trees for support. By squeezing her against the smooth surface, she had enough leverage to thrust harder, plunging her cock in deeper with each push. The pink flesh swelled and stretched inside of Mina, bulging until it fit her so tight that she felt like she might burst.

“You’re gonna love this, promise,” Evie said, between her gasps. Mina still struggled to get away, but not with the same fervor or energy as before. Evie’s cock bulged out against the front of her abdomen, stretching the spandex spacesuit. Mina’s eyes darted down to her blaster. No matter how she strained her arm, Evie’s hold kept her from reaching her belt.

“Harder,” Mina groaned. Around the alien cock, her pussy swelled up like Evie’s had, engorged and tender to each push and pull of the thick, ridged shaft. Evie felt every shudder of Mina’s hips as the ridges popped free, then plunged back into her.

“Harder!” she insisted, gripping the tree, shoving her hips back against Evie. Her cheeks were burning red, her pussy puffy and slick, and her heart pounding hard enough that Evie could feel it.

“You call that harder?” Mina shouted, turning to look over her shoulder.

Evie grabbed Mina’s hips, holding onto them for leverage. Mina’s feet kicked at the ground. Evie squeezed her tits against Mina’s shoulders and shoved her hips against the human’s ass. Her cock erupted. Thick bursts of pinkish seed spurted into her, filling her until she was full and dripping out around the base of her shaft.

Evie slumped forward. Their helmets met with a soft clonk. Evie panted, exhausted but satisfied, too wrapped up in the blissful afterglow to recognize the sight of Mina’s blaster pistol pointed at her chest.

A burst of light and a ZAP were the last things Evie caught before she blacked out.

6 - Quarantine

Mina, in a fresh tank top and work pants, stood in the cargo bay. Inside a storage bay, separated from Mina by a crackling force field, was Evie. The fox-morph’s hands and feet were cuffed to the wall, leaving her spread-eagle with her strange cock hanging between her parted legs. Without her space suit on, Mina could watch as patches of Evie’s fur slowly shifted from red to a more Xenobian shade of rich purple.

After two decontamination washes, Mina still didn’t feel clean, but the ship’s medical scanners hadn’t picked up anything out of place. It was all in her head, she told herself.

Mina began, “So, you found some kind of cock-snake–”

“Dildo-snake,” Evie said. “It’s totally different.”

“Okay, some kind of dildo-snake parasite, and it was ‘so cute’ you let it crawl inside you and grow...that,” Mina said, gesturing toward Evie’s cock.

Evie nodded.

“I’m not sure whether I believe that or the flower story more,” Mina said.

“It’s true!” Evie whined. She strained as far forward as the cuffs would allow. “It’s a really friendly parasite thing and it makes you feel really good. And I wanted to share it with you because you’re my friend.”

“Right,” Mina said. “Well, best case scenario, I’ll find some way to fix you. Worst case, I sell you with the rest of our haul.”

“That’s not funny, Mina,” Evie said. Mina reached out and hit the button to close the shutters. “Um, like, you are joking, right? Mina?” The shutters closed, muffling Evie’s worried voice.

Obviously, Mina wasn’t going to sell her partner, but she was still rightfully upset about getting jumped on the way back to the ship. And why had this all happened? Because Evie was too much of a cowboy to keep her stupid helmet on. She’d let Evie sweat it out while she figured out how to get rid of that parasite.

Mina grabbed the rails and hauled herself up the ladder from the cargo bay into the main corridor. As she walked toward the crew quarters, a sudden pang hit her stomach. She doubled over, grasping the railing above her and clutching her belly. Something churned deep inside her, making her stomach gurgle. Cold sweat broke across her skin. She was... just hungry, right?

Instead of turning right into the crew quarters, she turned left and slid into the kitchen. Pulling out a meal from the stack of rations, she sat on the counter and began to eat. Even the freeze-dried chicken and reconstituted mashed potatoes tasted good, but the packet of raisins really got her mouth watering. Eating them awakened an intense, sudden craving for something sweet.

She pulled out a container of strawberry drink mix and whipped herself up a big glass. She drank it down in a few gulps and licked the red line off her upper lip. It was a relief for sure, but one packet wasn’t going to curb her craving. She filled up another serving, then another, and another, until the sting of strawberry flavoring clung to her mouth and even her spit tasted sugary.

Feeling a little bloated after binging on drinks, Mina squeezed back into the corridor and slid into the tiny medical bay–not much more than a person-sized pod with medical scanners built in. Mina pulled down the terminal screen, watching glowing orange gibberish tick across it for a moment, before stowing it again. It was still churning through the data from her scan of Evie. She left it alone and shuffled back into the crew quarters.

Mina stripped off her tank top and pants. Her stomach gurgled as she stepped into the shower stall. She winced and bent over slightly, until the churning feeling had passed and she could straighten up again. Maybe she was just feeling sick to her stomach. Maybe you weren’t supposed to drink six glasses of strawberry drink in a row.

She brushed back her short hair and twisted the dial to Manual (Hot). She wanted a chance to relax. Manual showers were a waste of time and water, but after today, she’d earned it.

The warm water poured across her skin. She collected it in her hands and splashed it over her face, then waved her hands under the soap dispenser and rubbed the lather into her skin. After nothing but auto-showers for weeks, even just washing by hand felt like a spa day.

She started from the top and worked her way down: hair first, then head, then body. So by the time that two little pink nubs had poked out from under her bangs, she was already rinsing off her chest, and didn’t notice the pair of stalks rising out of her forehead.

Her attention was drawn down to her pussy. Evie’s surprise encounter on the way back to the ship had left it was still swollen and tender. Mina assumed that it was some substance secreted by Evie’s alien cock that was causing the swelling, but she didn’t know of any way to make it go down. She tried to angle the water spray such that it would wash her labia clean, but that didn’t help, and brushing her pussy with a soaped-up finger just made her shudder and get more excited.

Red-cheeked and breathing deeply, Mina leaned back against the side of the shower. The stall was steamy and the water warm enough to keep her from getting cold. She bit one corner of her lip as she rinsed off her hand, then reached down to start rubbing at her tender pussy.

Her knees buckled. Her hips slid up and down against the wall of the shower stall. She was so sensitive to each little motion, but she couldn’t help rocking against her fingers. Her stomach twisted again, but this time, there was a pleasant snugness to the pressure inside.

Mina rolled her hips in strange ways, trying to follow the swell and push of the thing deep inside her. There was something deep inside her? Tingling crawled up her spine and into her head and before she knew it, she sneezed. She blinked and shook her head and sniffled. What had she been thinking about? Must not have been important. What was important was that she kept fingering herself and twisting her hips back and forth to coax that thing out of her.

Her muscles clenched in series, as if preparing for something big. She spread her legs and bent over, hand propped against the opposite wall. Hot water ran down her chin and nose and over her shoulders, dripping onto to the floor below. Her lower abdomen bulged as that large, thick thing slid deeper. She grunted and her body tensed. A burst of numbing pleasure shot through her.

Something was wrong. Mina’s cheek twitched and she wrinkled her nose. Her hand gripped the wall and she closed her eyes. Another sneeze welled up inside of her and she couldn’t hold it in. A pink mist hung in the air in front of her until it vanished into the steam, along with her worries.

Mina shuddered. If her knees hadn’t locked, she would have fallen to the floor. Her pussy was throbbing, almost pulsing along its length. The muscles contracted in waves, dragging that thick mass down further. Her mouth hung open as she took hot, quick breaths. Her fingers pumped eagerly against the mounting tension until she came, dripping more than she ever had in her life. Her pink juices ran between her fingers and down her thighs as the water washed them away.

Now, in the afterglow, it was coming. Pushing her open and spreading her swollen mound until finally, the glossy pink cockhead parted her folds. She reared back and let out a loud sneeze, one that made sparks trail across the corners of her eyes and left her head spinning. In a horny fog, the one thing that made the most sense was to grip the head of her cock and start to stroke.

With each pull, she coaxed the shaft further out of her body. It slid forward, stretching her mound around its girth. Soon three inches, then five, enough to slip her hand around fully and pump up and down. Her hips rocked. She basked in the intensely physical feeling of thrusting her cock into her hand, so focused and so strong. Once she’d had a taste of it, she needed more.

Her pink balls popped free, hanging down like a counterweight to the seven inches of shaft now sticking from her crotch. Her eyes rolled, her eyelids fluttered. With a deep moan, she sprayed the wall with her pink cum. Panting in the aftermath, letting go of her cock, she punched the Rinse & Dry button to finish off the shower. The splash of water rushed down around her cock, and the blasts of air made it wobble and bounce and start to stiffen again. She was dizzy and her head was spinning and she couldn’t help but smiling. Cumming was such a relief.

7 - Distress

Mina staggered nude out of the shower. Her new cock hung in front of her, half-erect. She rubbed her hand across her cheek, blinking as her mind began to process what had happened, the fact that she now had a cock like a smaller version of Evie’s. Wait...no, if she had a cock now, that meant that Evie had infect–

And then she sneezed. Not once, but twice, staggering backwards until she bumped up against the bunks. Her pupils wide and her eyelids drooping, she tried to remember what she was thinking. Evie’s cock, she remembered that much. And how big it was. Mina chewed the corner of her lip, looking down at her own shaft. A prickling sense that something was off gnawed at the back of her head, but all that met her conscious mind was a sense of jealousy. How come Evie got to be so big?

Mina pulled her tank top over her head and antennae, but left her pants sitting on her bunk. Something way deep down in her brain told her that if she wanted to get bigger, she needed sugar. With her cock hanging free, she slipped back into the kitchen, where the container of strawberry mix was still sitting on the counter.

With a few cups of water, she turned the rest of the powder in the container into a lumpy reddish goo of drink mix concentrate. Her better sensibilities told her not to go for it, but there was an overriding urge deep in her belly that told her to ignore her sense of taste and gulp it down. She stuck a spoon into the goo, scooped out a big lump of it, and dropped it onto her tongue.

An explosion of strawberry taste hit her mouth, so intense it was unpleasant, almost metallic. The sugary sweetness hurt her teeth, so she tried not to let it linger. Instead she spooned globs of red goo onto the back of her tongue and swallowed as quickly as possible. Even then, the residue turned her saliva red and oppressively sweet. Once she finished off the container, it took three glasses of water before she could taste anything but strawberry flavoring again.

“Urgh, like...what am I doing?” Mina groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. Her mind broke through the horny haze clouding her thoughts. Her nose wrinkled, but she fought the urge to sneeze again. Staggering back against the counter, she reached out, feeling her cock with one hand and her antennae with the other. She was infected. She had to get to the cockpit and... Mina stifled a giggle. ‘Cockpit.’

A small surge rippled out through her. Her cock swelled out into her hand, pressing against the grasp of her fingers. It slid forward, extending another inch from her crotch. Beneath her tank top, her nipples perked up, stiff and swollen. Her breasts pressed outward against the fabric. The skin around her crotch was changing color, shifting from her pale complexion to a more purplish color.

Mina had never been more than an A-cup when she even bothered to wear a bra, and now she had a pair of C-cups sitting proudly on top of her chest. Her firm, taut figure was softened by the swelling curve of her hips. She needed to be physically attractive if she wanted to attract more potential hosts to infect, she thought.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. That wasn’t what she wanted at all. Then she sneezed and her body throbbed in unison, flooding her with tight, squeezing sensations from all quarters. Her right hand gripped her cock and rubbed along its length, all nine inches of swollen, pink flesh. Her other hand rose up to her D-cups, grabbing a handful through her tank top and kneading blindly. “Ohh!” she gasped, her voice lighter and breathier than it should have been. Her eyelids fluttered and she rose up onto her tiptoes, leaning back against the counter.

Focus. Cockpit. Distress beacon.

Mina stumbled out into the hall, unable to tear her hands away from her chest and her cock. Drops of pink seed beaded off the tip of her shaft and dripped onto the floor. Her breasts stretched the front of her tank top and made it ride up higher, revealing more of her stomach. The sway of her hips made her bump into one wall, then the other.

She slumped against the cockpit door and moaned out loud. Another surge of growth caught her. Her fingers sunk into the swelling flesh of her tits. The tip of her cock wobbled out even further from her body. A flushed feeling struck her lips; they plumped up, thicker, more pouty and inviting. She tore her hand away from her cock for long enough to crank open the cockpit door.

Mina fell into her pilot’s chair, legs spread open. From her stomach to her knees, her skin had turned light Xenobian purple. Her cock was large enough to press against the underside of her instrument panel. As she leaned forward, her rounder, heavier tits smashed against some of the buttons and switches. She flipped on the distress beacon, hit the button to record, and reared back in a loud, chair-shaking sneeze.

Each time she sneezed, it felt like there was less space inside her head, like all her thoughts were being squeezed down and she couldn’t think about the really hard stuff because her tits and her cock and how much she wanted to cum took up all the space there was.

Blinking, she stared at the red light until she realized it meant the recording was on. “Um, hi! This is Mina, I’m the pilot, and, uh, we’ve got this... thingy, that... ohhh my god.” Her eyes rolled back as her cock surged again. A whole foot long now, and every inch just as sensitive. A spurt of pink cum squirted from the tip, drooling down onto the floor in front of her. Her tank top struggled to contain the heavy F-cup tits she’d grown. Her nipples sent sharp jolts down her spine with every shift of the fabric.

“Um, like, like a snake thing. And it’s really nngh–” She shuddered, squeezing her thickening thighs together. Another spasm rippled through her cock, another burst of her seed. Her ass filled up the seat of her pilot’s chair, making a soft cushion for her to sit on.

Her antennae bobbed as her eyes fluttered and she fought to focus. “It’s really, really nice but you should oh my GOD come and visit us!” she said. Her head rolled back and she thrust out her chest. A few drops of pink goo splattered onto the flight controls. A pair of damp spots dripped down the front of her tank top.

While Mina kneaded her lactating G-cup tits, her other hand kept pumping away at her cock. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and when she opened them again, her eyes had turned solid black like Evie’s. Mina moaned and gasped in her sweet, sensual voice until, with a loud cry, she orgasmed. Her second orgasm was far bigger than her first, splattering the underside of the equipment panel with pink seed. All the serious thoughts in her head popped loose, swept away into the torrent of cum, gushing out onto the cockpit floor. A vacant giggle slipped from her lips as she slumped against the seat. Her hand kept rubbing her cock slowly, coaxing out the last few spurts until she was spent and her head was pleasantly empty.

The red light clicked off and the recorder beeped. All of her gasping and groaning had made it onto the distress beacon. With lidded eyes, Mina giggled to herself and licked her plump lips. Hopefully, all that noise made her invitation more inviting. She was hungry for new hosts. It was kind of all she could think about now.

8 - A New Mission

Mina had shed her tank top and the purplish tint had taken over her skin, leaving only a few shrinking patches of her normal complexion. Her new skin had an extra glossiness and sheen to it, making the curves of her thick hips and her jutting, squeezable breasts glisten in the light. Drops of pink fluid steadily dripped from her dark purple nipples. Her cock bobbed between her legs as she hurried to the storage bay where she’d left Evie.

Mina pushed the button to retract the shutters. They slid back to show the vixen, still cuffed to the wall, her cock half-erect. Her vulpine fur had gone entirely Xenobian, from the rich purple on her back to the near-white along her underbelly to the platinum-lavender sheen of her hair.

The force field shimmered and then dissipated. Mina stepped forward and twitched her antennae apologetically. “Like, sorry about locking you up. I feel way better now,” she said.

Evie lifted her arms to rattle her handcuffs. “So you can let me go now?” she asked.

Mina smiled and got down onto her knees. “Not yet,” she said. With one hand, she reached out and started stroking the base of Evie’s cock. The fox-morph huffed and breathed in sharply. Her cock rose and stiffened. A bit of squeezing with Mina’s strokes, and soon Evie’s shaft was firm, tip bobbing in front of Mina’s mouth.

Looking up at Evie, Mina spread her plump, magenta-tinted lips and wrapped them around her glossy shaft. Evie’s antennae curled eagerly. Mina started off gently, sucking on the tip and the first few ridges. Slowly, with each bob of her head, she pressed further. Evie gritted her teeth and pushed her hips forward, balling her hands into fists.

The first few inches were easy enough, but Mina kept pushing herself to take it further. She slid down until Evie’s tip bumped up against the back of her throat. She paused there for a moment, leaned forward, and then plunged down over Evie’s shaft until her throat bulged out around it. Mina’s hands stayed wrapped around the base of the shaft, pumping up and down, but there was less and less space to cover. Mina’s plump lips sucked up more of her shaft with each bob of her head.

With such a tight seal, Mina had some powerful suction going on each time she pulled back. Evie pumped her cock forward as much as she could. Her cuffs strained to hold her as she fucked Evie’s mouth.

“Oh my god, oh my gooddd,” Evie gasped. Her claws scraped against the ground. It felt like she was in zero-g, like Mina was sucking her straight off the ground. She came, hard. Her hips still jerked while her pink cum rolled down Mina’s throat. Mina’s tight lips drew more out of her than she thought she had, until at last she was drained, slumped against the wall and gasping for breath. It wasn’t quite the same as fucking a new host, but it left her spent and satisfied all the same.

Mina stood back up, licking the last bits of pink seed from her lips. She pushed her thumb against Evie’s cuffs, and they clicked open. Evie’s hands fell to her sides. She slumped forward, holding onto Mina for support. Mina helped her up to her feet, then leaned up and pulled Evie’s head down to kiss her. Her cock dug against Evie’s stomach, while Evie’s pushed against Mina’s thigh.

“We’ve got to find more hosts,” Evie purred.

Mina pressed against her partner, feeling the thing in her stomach squirm. “Totally.”

In less than an hour, they were back in space with Xenobia behind them, striking out on a heading that would take them back to the nearest warp-gate. And then, back to civilization, where there were all those eager people just waiting to become host to an exciting new species of alien life.