A Tale From Horizon (Horizon Based PbP RPG)[CANCELLED]

Acuxe could definitely tell that the Grey was male. The voice he was speaking in was gruff and he didn't have exagerrated hips or breasts to indicate female. And the only thing he had for weapons was a pistol of some kind. If he was any good at identifying weaponary or technology, he could learn as to what type of pistol it was.

As for if he was doing this for a job, that would be unknown more likely. However, as he opened the crate up and reached inside, the Camarian could see what was inside the crate. And that, was a curious looking syringe filled with some sort of fluid. The Grey chuckled some more and kissed the plastic wrapping around the syringe.

It could be a safe bet that what laid inside of the crate was either first aid supplies, strange syriums, drugs, or something of the like. Either way, it could either become very useful for the crew in combat situations, or bring in a heafty payday.
 
Acuxe reached out a semi-invisible hand and tapped the Grey on the shoulder.
"One, what is that? Two, who are you? Three, don't go for that pistol."
 
With a loud shout, the Grey pulled out his pistol, turned towards where he thought the figure was and fired his weapon. Well, it was a pistol...but it was also apparently a "Death Ray"...a cute firearm of Grey design and make that made use of particle technology and would cause quite the bit of both suit breach and bodily harm to anyone on the business end of it. The Grey nervously looked around, point his gun in every direction, unable to see where Acuxe was.

Hearing galactic Common before hand, he started to talk in Common as well, "Back off, man! Th-this is mine...my stash! I need these supplies, not you! Just take your invisible ass out of this container and away from me. Th-that was just a warning shot!"
 
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Idiot, Acuxe thought. I was willing to just leave you alone if it wasn't something I was after, maybe screw around with you a bit for the syringe, but if you're going to start shooting the place up while off your face on something, probably whatever's in that syringe, I'm going to have to kill you.

Acuxe pulled his swords (thankfully, they were short enough to swing in this container) and went in for the kill.
 
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Win:

Whether if this was just Green or all Zasarians, it was obvious that he was a very practical individual. It just looked about disinterested in what Win was doing, but politely bided his time. His ovipositor wobbled a bit, as if it was just eager to fill up a hole. And of course, once she said she was ready, he quickly went over to her and wasted no time.

Almost with practiced ease, the first thing he did was insert the tip of his ovipositor right into her pussy. His four arms went onto the plating as the object slid itself super easily into her insides. And, as if sensing it was finally inserted into a female, the size of the ovipositor started to expand and fill up what was odds are a very well used, experienced fucktunnel.

The Zasarian hissed contetedly as it rutted her a bit, making the object go as far as it intially could. This was an event he has been waiting for for a long time.
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Win bit her lower lip as the ovipositor slid into her slick cunt. She let out a gasp as Green thrust it deep inside her and another whine of genuine pleasure as it expanded inside her, stretching her clutching walls and filling her completely. She reached up and caressed the hard carapace of her insectoid lover. Her nipples stiffened and the soft mounds of her breasts swayed with each thrust of the rutting alien.

"That's it, sweetie," she gasped breathlessly, feeling the lubricant trickling out of her stretched pussy and over the sensitive clench of her anus. "Oh, is that good? Uh-huh. Is that what you needed?"

She wrapped her long, pale legs around his dark carapace. She was surprised by how nice it felt and let herself go with the pleasure, twitching her hips to fuck herself onto the alien's ovipositor. She wished her lover was a little more expressive, but she was content to let him have his way.

"Ohhh, that's good," she moaned and she was only faking a little bit.
 
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Acuxe stepped in from the Grey's blind spot (although, in a dark container, facing an invisible foe, everywhere was a blind spot) and used one blade to push the Grey's pistol aside. A bad idea (giving away his position and not pinning the weapon), except that he then brought the other blade in and stabbed him three times in the chest. The Grey collapsed, coughing up blood (oh, so one of the strikes had gone through the lungs), leaving Acuxe in a container with a dying Grey and a mysterious syringe. Well, firstly the Grey was only dying, not dead, and therefore still possibly capable of shooting. Acuxe leaned in and pulled the raygun out of his hand. Then, he started to search the alien's pockets for anything else that might be of value.
 
Max:

Those three shots were all it took. At the end of it all, the Acid Stygian that was holding Max up, and injured him, was on the ground...dead. He had managed to clean the streets of one punk among a legion of millions. Who knew if he really did have a crew? None of them seemed to be around to help their friend, maybe Max would get lucky and they'll find out the punk is dead days later when he's already off station.

Speaking of luck, the bits of regenerative technology Max had with him were helping fight off the corrosive acid that was still on his arm. But if he didn't get medical attention soon, who knows what might happen. Luckily it was only a small dose, so maybe the acid will wear off soon?

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Win:

The carapace of her lover for the evening was very smooth and surprisingly clean. One suppose it should be noted that insectoid need relatively clean exoskeletons to be able to move around. Can't really move joints if everything was all clogged up with dirt and grime. Plus, the surface was too smooth for most dirt to really stick to anyways.

Several clicks could be heard from the insect's mouth as it greedily enjoyed the feel of a warm hole arounds its ovipositor. Seems it was still able to feel some sensations with it. Green braced himself a bit better and then surprised Win as it reared his hips back before shoving his ovipositor all the way in.

With that one pound, the smooth, lubricated surface of the nearly pulsating tool bumped against her cervix. It wasn't quite proper yet. But, after some positioning and another thrust that was smooth, and softer, it managed to slip its tip right into her womb.

Finding it's way in, the ovipositor stretched a bit more and Green had to give her shallow, but powerful, thrusts. The sounds of her flesh against his carapace resulting in sharp slaps as it worked itself inside of her. Soon, the woman would be feeling a strange sensation in her womb as the goey, sticky, luke-warm eggs of the Zasarian started to work its way through his ovipositor and plopping inside of her.

This was gonna take awhile, and she can just imagine how stuffed she was gonna be.

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Acuxe:

In truth, the poor grey-skinned bastard never stood a chance. Grey's were not much for fighting themselves, they were much better at maintaining and making things that fight for them. So in the face of a trained Camarian assassin, there was no surprise in how the outcome came.

But, the lucky reptile did get some luck out of this whole venture. He had managed to snatch the Grey's weapon and the syringe he had before he fell. And then there was that crate he was hoarding over.

Upon looking inside, the ex-agent would find that the crate was full to the brim with medical supplies. There was more plastic wrapped syringes of some kind, a couple medkits, and what looked like a container of regenerative nanobots. It really was quite the score.

It's a good thing they have a medically trained doctor on the team to be able to use all of this.
 
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The bloodstained blade would be a problem if anyone thought to search him, as would the prescence of what was most likely a perscreption or illegal drug, but overall it had gone well. The doctor could work out what he had found once they were on the ship, and he had gotten a particle weapon. He put the syringe and raygun into the box, before picking up the box and heading back to his waiting room.
 
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Max:

Those three shots were all it took. At the end of it all, the Acid Stygian that was holding Max up, and injured him, was on the ground...dead. He had managed to clean the streets of one punk among a legion of millions. Who knew if he really did have a crew? None of them seemed to be around to help their friend, maybe Max would get lucky and they'll find out the punk is dead days later when he's already off station.

Speaking of luck, the bits of regenerative technology Max had with him were helping fight off the corrosive acid that was still on his arm. But if he didn't get medical attention soon, who knows what might happen. Luckily it was only a small dose, so maybe the acid will wear off soon?
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With the discharge of that last round from Max's pistol the Stygian gargled something unintelligible and collapsed to the ground dead.

"Fuck..." Max groaned as he holstered his pistol. Already he could feel his arm trying the repair the damage that was being done by the acid from the Stygian's spikes. 'Thank god for those basic genetic augmentations offered by the navy on sign-up.' He thought. However, he knew better than to trust the basic suite to fix the damage; it might be able to do it, or it could just slow it down and he might lose the arm anyway. 'Best get this looked at before it comes to that.'

He activated his CL1 Personal Computer and quickly searched for clinics that were in the area. Finding a few, he picked the closest one and started making his way there. 'Why the fuck didn't I get that doctor's number earlier at the bar?' He chided himself before thoughts of the sexy redhead entered his mind.

"Oh yeah." He said aloud.

Max shook his head and tried to clear his mind of both Win and the pain in his arm. 'I hope this info is current.' He thought. 'And that the place is open... And that it accepts humans... And that it's reputable... And that it's equipped to treat acid... And that-' his thoughts continued on like that as he made his way to the clinic.
 
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Win:

The carapace of her lover for the evening was very smooth and surprisingly clean. One suppose it should be noted that insectoid need relatively clean exoskeletons to be able to move around. Can't really move joints if everything was all clogged up with dirt and grime. Plus, the surface was too smooth for most dirt to really stick to anyways.

Several clicks could be heard from the insect's mouth as it greedily enjoyed the feel of a warm hole arounds its ovipositor. Seems it was still able to feel some sensations with it. Green braced himself a bit better and then surprised Win as it reared his hips back before shoving his ovipositor all the way in.

With that one pound, the smooth, lubricated surface of the nearly pulsating tool bumped against her cervix. It wasn't quite proper yet. But, after some positioning and another thrust that was smooth, and softer, it managed to slip its tip right into her womb.

Finding it's way in, the ovipositor stretched a bit more and Green had to give her shallow, but powerful, thrusts. The sounds of her flesh against his carapace resulting in sharp slaps as it worked itself inside of her. Soon, the woman would be feeling a strange sensation in her womb as the goey, sticky, luke-warm eggs of the Zasarian started to work its way through his ovipositor and plopping inside of her.

This was gonna take awhile, and she can just imagine how stuffed she was gonna be.
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Win arched beneath her Zasarian lover as the copious lubrication from its ovipositor dripped from her stuffed pussy and down the crack of her ass. She adjusted her hips, surprised at how pleasant it all felt as Green shifted his bulk atop her and thrust deeper. "Ooooh," she gasped as his tip pressed against her cervix. "That what you're looking for, big guy? Gently now... OH!"

Her eyes went wide as the insectoid alien took her womb with a single stroke. She felt the strange sensation of being penetrated more deeply than her anatomy would usually permit. It felt... tight, but also surprisingly pleasant. She felt the rippling of Green's ovipositor as the Zasarian began to spurt liquid and his eggs directly into her fertile womb. The sensation was wonderful. She played with her nipples with her fingers and began to jerk her hips against him.

"Oh, yes, Green," she moaned. "Fill me with your clutch... Fill my warm womb with your eggs. Ohhhhhhh... it's so good!"

Moving beneath him as he pumper her full of his jelly-like eggs, she began to cum. She threw her head back, her inner walls rippling along the length of his throbbing ovipositor as her climax milked his alien shaft. She bit her lower lip and rode the spasms of pleasure as he continued to gush his eggs deep inside her. She held tight, her legs wrapped around him, moaning and panting with ecstasy as the alien used her body for its breeding ritual.
 
Drew:

As he was being torn apart by the rat-men, something strange had occured. A thick mist of yellowish-green enveloped him and the Nemura. The smell of it was something indescriable to the Doctor, it was the foulest scent he had ever experienced. Though, luckily for him...he iddn't have sensative noses. The swarm that was trying to get at his arm however...needless to say, they were left clawing at their noses and shrieking like they were being poisoned. Then, before anyone could register what had just happened, three of the bastards were picked up from where they were by an unseen force and were slammed into the wall of the nearest building.

This, coupled with the smell sent the remaining Nemura heading for the hills. They dragged a few of their comrades that weren't killed in the brawl, but for the most part they were sent panicking back to the scrapyards below the Underworld. It seemed the Doctor was safe now...

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Max:

Luckily for Max, fraud was not a very profitable crime here in the Underworld. Sure, you might be able to sucker a few dumbasses, but there was always the chance of people who were legit in the craft to find you and take you out for stealing their customers or you end up suckering the wrong crowd. It was still a thing that happened, but self-policing has its benefits, even in a criminal infestation.

The medical ward the soldier found himself in wasn't pretty to look at, but it worked. And there were rumors of this doctor catering to some very unsavory types, so he didn't get crossed much on a day to day basis.

Inside the building there wasn't much in the ways of customers ahead of him. Only a couple of individuals were here with him. There was a hallway in the back of the room with a desk in the middle. The person sitting at the desk was obvious an Android, a very comely Aravi look-alike that was there. It was obvious mostly because the synthetic skin around her elbows wore out so you could see her joints as she moved them. It also didn't seem like she had a lower body with how she was positioned, permenantly fixed to the desk.

The decorum of the place was rather lackluster. Just some low quality sitting arrangements strewn about the room with a wall lined with strange machines. Who knew what they were all for?

The Android looked to Max and scanned him up and down. She then noted, "Good evening, sir. The doctor is currently busy, but you seem to be a sufferer of corrosives on your skin. Please refer to the distributers on the right for immediate treatment, to nullify the acidic element. If you wish for skin and tissue repair, please wait for the next available moment."

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Win:

The orgasm had helped, but Green had to give some more thrusts as his eggs just kept on coming and coming, her womb filling rapidly with them. They plopped into her babymaking chamber and filled it to the brim. Then, once it was filled, they kept going still. The human's belly began to expand as she was stuffed with more and more eggs...her cervix and his ovipositor ensuring they wouldn't slip out. She was getting more full than a Bulor at a bloodbank.

By the time she looked like she was between seven to nine months pregnant, the eggs had finally stopped. The Zasarian gave more clicks as his thrusts became a bit more powerful, his carapace slapping against her flesh as he tried to work more of his ovipositor over. It began to pulse a bit more before the end had finally come. The tip of the ovipositor slipped into her womb again and her womb was being filled with something else now.

Several shots of warm, sticky fluid blasted into her stuffed pussy and began to saturated her innerwalls and the eggs that were inside. Some of this liquid leaked out of her womb, but for the most part they stayed inside. This fluid would inseminate the eggs inside of her. Using her body's heat and ability to produce young, the eggs would be fertilized and ready to hatch later on.

The sperm continued firing for a minute and a half before it was finally done. Clicking in satisfaction, the Zasarian let its ovipositor shrink and slid out of her on its own and back into its carapace. That taken cared of, it stood up and went over to the container to get the device to extract the eggs. Its synthetic voice just spoke plainly.

"That...was satisfying. You felt amazing, Red...now, we just have to wait a few while the eggs get fertilized, and we're clear to suck them out of you."
 
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Win:

The orgasm had helped, but Green had to give some more thrusts as his eggs just kept on coming and coming, her womb filling rapidly with them. They plopped into her babymaking chamber and filled it to the brim. Then, once it was filled, they kept going still. The human's belly began to expand as she was stuffed with more and more eggs...her cervix and his ovipositor ensuring they wouldn't slip out. She was getting more full than a Bulor at a bloodbank.

By the time she looked like she was between seven to nine months pregnant, the eggs had finally stopped. The Zasarian gave more clicks as his thrusts became a bit more powerful, his carapace slapping against her flesh as he tried to work more of his ovipositor over. It began to pulse a bit more before the end had finally come. The tip of the ovipositor slipped into her womb again and her womb was being filled with something else now.

Several shots of warm, sticky fluid blasted into her stuffed pussy and began to saturated her innerwalls and the eggs that were inside. Some of this liquid leaked out of her womb, but for the most part they stayed inside. This fluid would inseminate the eggs inside of her. Using her body's heat and ability to produce young, the eggs would be fertilized and ready to hatch later on.

The sperm continued firing for a minute and a half before it was finally done. Clicking in satisfaction, the Zasarian let its ovipositor shrink and slid out of her on its own and back into its carapace. That taken cared of, it stood up and went over to the container to get the device to extract the eggs. Its synthetic voice just spoke plainly.

"That...was satisfying. You felt amazing, Red...now, we just have to wait a few while the eggs get fertilized, and we're clear to suck them out of you."
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Win thought the eggs would never stop coming. It was hard to breathe her womb was so stretched and her belly so bloated. Then Green began to spurt his cum heavily into her crammed womb and she was shocked by another orgasm. She rode it out, grunting with overwhelmed pleasure as her inner walls contracted and squeezed at Green's jerking ovipositor. "Yessss, it's so much. Ohhhhh... Green... yes I can feel you cumming inside me."

He continued to ejaculate for more than a minute and she could hardly believe it. Even for some of her alien lovers in the past, this was surely a record. She was relieved when Green clicked with satisfaction and began to slide out his ovipositor. She rested her hands lightly on her bloated belly, feeling the eggs shift inside her and some of his cum trickle out of her stuffed cunt and drip down her ass onto the cloth beneath her. She sat there panting as the large Zasarian walked over and retrieved its extractor.

His translator spoke in its machine voice, "That...was satisfying. You felt amazing, Red...now, we just have to wait a few while the eggs get fertilized, and we're clear to suck them out of you."

Win was still trying to catch her breath and for a moment, she could only nod. She sat up a little more and felt all those eggs shifting egg, creating pressure on her bladder. "Could you... uh... hand my my computer. I don't think I can bend over to pick it up." She indicated the crumpled pile of her coveralls. "How long will it take for you to suck these out? I have a friend who is waiting on my return."
 
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Max:

Luckily for Max, fraud was not a very profitable crime here in the Underworld. Sure, you might be able to sucker a few dumbasses, but there was always the chance of people who were legit in the craft to find you and take you out for stealing their customers or you end up suckering the wrong crowd. It was still a thing that happened, but self-policing has its benefits, even in a criminal infestation.

The medical ward the soldier found himself in wasn't pretty to look at, but it worked. And there were rumors of this doctor catering to some very unsavory types, so he didn't get crossed much on a day to day basis.

Inside the building there wasn't much in the ways of customers ahead of him. Only a couple of individuals were here with him. There was a hallway in the back of the room with a desk in the middle. The person sitting at the desk was obvious an Android, a very comely Aravi look-alike that was there. It was obvious mostly because the synthetic skin around her elbows wore out so you could see her joints as she moved them. It also didn't seem like she had a lower body with how she was positioned, permenantly fixed to the desk.

The decorum of the place was rather lackluster. Just some low quality sitting arrangements strewn about the room with a wall lined with strange machines. Who knew what they were all for?

The Android looked to Max and scanned him up and down. She then noted, "Good evening, sir. The doctor is currently busy, but you seem to be a sufferer of corrosives on your skin. Please refer to the distributers on the right for immediate treatment, to nullify the acidic element. If you wish for skin and tissue repair, please wait for the next available moment."
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Max nodded silently and walked over to the dispensers where he typed in the nature of his injury. He had basic first-aid training, but was still glad that the machines were very straightforward.

He hissed quietly as he struggled to take off his jacket and roll up the sleeve of his t-shirt. He regarded the ruined arm of his coat and frowned; he would either have to get it patched somehow or replace it altogether. 'Damn.' he thought 'I really liked this jacket.'

With a *DING* the machine indicated that it had compiled the necessary items and was ready for payment. Max transferred the necessary credits and the dispenser relinquished its goods in the form of a small vial, blood-bag, tube, and attached needle. 'I can't believe this place still uses needles.' Max thought as he took the vial and poured its contents onto his wound.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" He cried a little too loudly, but he didn't really care at that moment.

The stinging, and searing pain caused Max to clutch his arm and almost double over in agony. There was a distinct sizzling sound as the substance from the vial mixed with the acid in his laceration, and Max struggled to focus on anything but the near overwhelming pain in his arm. With controlled breathing, Max grabbed the rest of his merchandise, and shuffled over to a seat next to a stand. With deep breaths to help fight through the pain, Max hooked the blood-bag onto the stand and set up the tube. He then injected the needle into his vein and watched as the fresh blood entered his system.

After a minute or two he hazarded a glance at the injury to his arm. Already he could see the wound closing itself and he once again thanked that genetic augmentation he opted for when he joined the navy. He knew the wound would fix itself in a few hours. It would leave a scar, but that was to be expected, after all he had plenty of them.

With some effort, he set up his personal computer to alert him with enough time to make it to the safe-house, pick up his gear, and make it to the ship with time to spare, just in case anything happened. Next, he sat back and waited for the blood-bag to empty.
 
Green looked over to where Win had motioned talking about her computer. Some soft clicks came from the large insectoid before it nodded its upperbody. It retrieved the extractor and wheeled over to where Win was laying down. Once there, the Zasarian bent over, scrounged around Win's things, and found the computer. He then handed it over to her as it started to fiddle with the extractor's settings.

The even, synthetic voice came back again, "Not long...only a minute or two for eggs to properly incubate in warm, moist environment. Then, once nozzle is in your womb for extraction, will completely empty your chamber within a few moments...designed to suck multiple clumps of eggs out of incubator safely for both her and the eggs. Eggs can then be stored away until time to put in hatchery."

The Zasarian clicked a few more times as it fiddled with the device before it said, "Like promised...the translator is free and the EMP rounds are one hundred credits per bundle. Was gonna spend the credits on an incubator anyways, so you saved me the trouble."

Seemed Win would be able to put out whatever message she wanted before it was time to get the eggs sucked out and get her purchases.
 
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Green looked over to where Win had motioned talking about her computer. Some soft clicks came from the large insectoid before it nodded its upperbody. It retrieved the extractor and wheeled over to where Win was laying down. Once there, the Zasarian bent over, scrounged around Win's things, and found the computer. He then handed it over to her as it started to fiddle with the extractor's settings.

The even, synthetic voice came back again, "Not long...only a minute or two for eggs to properly incubate in warm, moist environment. Then, once nozzle is in your womb for extraction, will completely empty your chamber within a few moments...designed to suck multiple clumps of eggs out of incubator safely for both her and the eggs. Eggs can then be stored away until time to put in hatchery."

The Zasarian clicked a few more times as it fiddled with the device before it said, "Like promised...the translator is free and the EMP rounds are one hundred credits per bundle. Was gonna spend the credits on an incubator anyways, so you saved me the trouble."

Seemed Win would be able to put out whatever message she wanted before it was time to get the eggs sucked out and get her purchases.
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Win waited patiently even though she was splayed out like a specimen in a xenobio vid. Her pussy and womb continued to throb as the eggs settled inside her in their rich broth of Zasarian spunk. She certainly was not shy. She had never fucked a Zasarian before but she had been on the receiving end of more than her share of alien gangbangs. At least this particular indignity was for her personal profit. And felt rather nice...

After explaining the process for extracting the eggs in a timely manner, Win relaxed. She would not be spending hours waiting for these eggs to gestate.

The Zasarian clicked a few more times as it fiddled with the device before it said, "Like promised...the translator is free and the EMP rounds are one hundred credits per bundle. Was gonna spend the credits on an incubator anyways, so you saved me the trouble."

"A good deal for us both then," said Win. She looked at the screen of her computer and transferred the credits to Green's account for two bundles of rounds, one for her sniper rifle and one for her sidearm. She punched a message out to Drew. "A bit of a sticky situation at the moment. Hope you are enjoying the sights of Paradiso. Got to grab a shower and then maybe we can meet up in that beautiful hotel room with the view." Win appended a selfie of herself covering her bare breasts with her arm and blowing a kiss, careful to frame it so her swollen belly and the alien slime were not visible in the frame.

She pressed send on the message and looked up at the Zasarian. "Ready whenever you are, Green."
 
Green clicked in satisfaction, "Good, the eggs should be finishing up very soon." The next few moments, the Zasarian just finished prepping the machine. It really didn't take much longer, allowing the girl to relax in her position before the insectoid nodded, "Right...it is time."

He grabbed the business end of the nozzle and inserted it into Win's pussy, once her she was being penetrated by an alien object. The nozzle was cool thanks to the synthetic skin-like material not having a heat source, though he was gracious as to warm it up with some lube beforehand. But that didn't get rid of the sting iwth semi-lukewarm flesh with initial contact.

The Zasarian kept feeding the nozzle into her until it had prodded against her cervix. Pressing a setting on the device, the tip of the machine changed to allow better penetration and once more the human woman's womb was fucked. With a decent thrust, it had slipped inside. Pressing the same button, it had reverted back to original form, stretching out the door to her womb.

Without much ceremony the insect man flipped a switch and she could feel the suction coming from inside of her. It wasn't particular powerful, not uncomfortably so...but it did do its job as both could see eggs appearing inside of the holding container. It seemed to be doing its job well enough and soon, Win would be egg free...

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After a good while of time has passed while everyone was doing what they were doing, something had happened. All their computers started to go off as a notification would show that they all had received a message. Checking into it, they would all see:

"Commercial wing H7, docking bay 5 on the upper deck. Look for the rustic scrapper freighter piloted by a foul mouthed Grey with a resperiator and a robotic arm.
- Employers"

Seemed their ride had just arrived and was now waiting for them to show up.
 
Acuxe picked up the crate of... stuff off the floor and headed towards wing H7. His hideaway room was next to A11, so it would be a long walk... carrying a crate that contained a cocked death ray. He would turn it off, but he didn't know how.

Eventually, the freighter came into view. Docking bay 5, check, upper deck, check, scrapper freighter, check. He walked up, moved the crate over to one arm, and knocked on the door.
 
Win moaned as Green's machine slurped within her womb, drawing out more from the seemingly endless clutch of the Zasarian's fertilized eggs. Having her insides vacuumed was far less pleasant than the ovipositing, but she was a big girl and gave the roach-like alien a tight-lipped smile. She watched the holding container as it filled with the slimy eggs. It seemed to be nearing completion when her computer chimed.

She read the message:

"Commercial wing H7, docking bay 5 on the upper deck. Look for the rustic scrapper freighter piloted by a foul mouthed Grey with a resperiator and a robotic arm.
- Employers"

"Oooh, I have to get going," she crooned, suddenly impatient for the Zasarian to finish. As soon as he was done, she planned to bundle up her acquisitions, get dressed, and head for the docks. She had a locker dockside with the rest of her equipment.
 
Once the blood-bag was empty, Max exited the clinic without seeing the doctor. The walk back to the safe-house was, thankfully, uneventful this time. As he entered the spartan accommodations he quickly did a check of his gear and then settled down on the not quite comfortable couch for a quick rest, Sadly, he never got it as his personal computer began beeping at him the moment he sat down.

He checked the message and groaned; the ship had landed and his rest would have to wait. With a little effort, he got off the couch, stripped down, then put his armor on. As he swung his rifle over his back, a stray thought crossed his mind that he missed those old earth tunes that Ms. Belleante had been singing. He shrugged and dismissed that thought before moving to the small desk in the corner of the dimly lit room. There was an old style pen and some paper there, on it he wrote 'Rustic freighter, CW H7, Dock 5 Upper Level-' followed by the date and time.

He stuffed his civilian stuff in a duffel bag and then set about for the docking bay. The trip to the ship was, again, uneventful and as Max stepped onto the docking platform he spotted his new Camarian companion knocking on the door of a particularly scrappy looking freighter.

'Must be the place.' Max thought to himself and moved to join Acuxe.
 
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The door opened, and what appeared to be an armored figure stepped from of it. The heavy armor clanking as the hydraulics did the work. On its back was a heavy Riot Shield and what looked to be, strangely enough, a harpoon gun. "Move aside, heathen." The armor, while clearly masculine looking, did not fit the voice came out. It was female, softer, but held a tone of disdain. "I need to refill if i'm to ensure the success of the mission. And if i'm to spend a long trip with you heathens, I wish to stretch."

The tone was arrogant, annoyed, and clearly she didn't think much of those waiting to board the ship for the mission. If Acuxe refused to move aside, or was slow, a hand would reach out, and push him aside.
 
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