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Tonight was the night. It couldn't be any other. The influx of new people and others on the station was large for the past week. And today he had seen many arrive, and little leave. The clubs were full, absolutely packed full of everybody you could think of. So, tonight of all nights when this stations clubs were packed full, what could be his goal you ask?

It's a bit of a story how everything got started, but all you need to know is the end of it. He got lucky, and by chance found himself being the latest wealthy owner of the station. He could now afford to screw around. So he lived here, breathed it all in, the colours, tastes, smells, and everything that came with this unique little traveling post. But standing at the top of his list, above all else, was as he coined it, "unique life forms."

He wasn't always a xenophile, but some time back, when he was just a wanderer, like many in the club he was now heading to, he was picked up by somebody. And in his ignorance, they led him into a carnal act, of which he never planned, nor even wanted. It was exciting, exhilarating, frightening, and most of all, so very different. It challenged who he was, turned his head inside out as he wracked his brain. He wanted more.

So now here he was, owning all access to this station, having fit it into his pocket. And with it his alien desire, his most insatiable urge, was suddenly magnified. He had the money, and the power, so why not, live a little more? As he approached the club, he caught wind of the telltale smells of booze, alien and human, the sounds, alien and human music, and the sights, too many species to even count. Some were almost human, one quick look and you would miss their differences, and others were more noticeably so.

He glided through the crowd with ease, his eyes searching, scanning for the one they could fall upon, and stay locked onto with fascination. The lights flared and flashed, the sound hummed and beats were played, the crowd danced and moved, laughed, talked, drank. And as his eyes searched through the sea of beings, and fell over to a quieter portion of the club, it was there, his eyes locked on like lasers. Suddenly he wasn't in the club anymore. Oh the luck he had tonight. Tonight was the night.

Before he could approach his interest, he needed something to drink first. He walked over to the bar, waving to the large, burly four armed tender that was always there. His four eyes registered him immediately, and he approached the counter with a grin on his face, tugging away at the long braided beard that hung from his large chin. He let out a hearty laugh that blended in with the crowd, and held out a hand.

"Aha, Jax, my man, good to see you out and about! You here for fun or...?"

He raised his eyebrows with a humorous expression to them. Jax smiled back.

"Both my friend, you know me!"

The bartender shifted, leaning in on two of his arms.

"So, who're you after tonight my friend?"

Jax pointed casually along to the quiet part of the bar, until he found his eyes locked on to the center of attraction once again. The bartender chuckled deeply.

"My my Jax, you've got yourself a catch. She's a rare one. I don't know of any of her kind in this region of space, or any like them. It's very well she could be from another galaxy. Actually, are you sure it's a she?"

Jax nodded.

"She may from another galaxy, but I can still see the traces of womanly roots to her. Trust me, she's a lady, and a good looking one at that too."

The bartender backed off, placing a pair of his arms across his chest.

"Okay Jax, here's the bet. Not a chance you'll walk out with her. If by some cosmic miracle you do, I'll leave it up to you."

Jax smiled.

"If I walk out, the drinks I'm getting are free."

Jax pulled a small bottle and two glasses from around the counter.

"Wish me luck!"

The bartender shook his head. That man wasn't right. At least he made for some good entertainment.

Jax approached the table casually, slipping the glass and bottle down gently. Her large, oval eyes were on him in an instant. They were like two shimmering pools, with the lightest, bluest water he'd seen. He could tell, they looked like relatively regular eyes, with pupils and all that, but were compounded, like some ancient insect life on his origin planet. Antennae twitched as she watched him, her "pupils" following him as he sat down. Jax was the first to speak, switching to common. Chances were she didn't know any Human languages.

"Howdy miss, what brings you to these parts?"

Her antennae twitched, and Jax watched the small mandibles that covered her mouth form partial words, as she grasped what he had asked. Her answer came, in the form of no doubt carefully chosen words. He noted that she had some trouble speaking common, and could hear why. Her voice felt more like vibrations being released from somewhere inside her, mixed with a tongue. As a result, she had issues with a few pronunciations, but still held up well enough for him to understand.

"I arrived here, from a vessel, a star craft."

Jax raised his eyebrows.

"Mind if I ask where?"

He watched as she considered things, before answering.

"My home galaxy. It was a long trip."

Jax made a point of opening his bottle, filling his glass slowly with the fizzy, slightly luminescent drink.

"I'll bet. Travel is easy in galaxies, but making the jumps between them is a long haul. Know how long you took?"

Her eyes watched him as he took a sip of his drink.

"367 years. Most of my time was in stasis."

Jax let out a long whistle.

"What was so important that you had to come all this way for?"

She watched him carefully, studying him. This man, this human, was odd. He had approached out of the blue and was now talking casually with her as if she was a longtime friend. What struck her was how, surreal he was. His hair was trimmed short, and shined a brilliant silver. His eyes were a deep blue, and she could make out that he had enhancements of some kind. He was wearing clothes normally found on a station worker, but they were, clean, like new. He seemed friendly enough, but she would have to watch and see.

"Exile."

Jax was curious now. Such a long way to travel just to get away. He pushed his second glass over to her.

"You being followed, or just really wanted to put some distance between you and your problem?"

Her mandibles chittered together briefly.

"Both, in some sense."

She brought a finger to her head.

"Telepath. My people are linked by our minds. I travel so far to run from their calling. This place, this galaxy seems to be far enough. I can no longer hear them."

That made sense. Telepaths were known to be able to sense one another over great distances. But it was found, that even the vastness of space could slow, or even block the phenomenon entirely. The question was, why flee? Before he answered, she reached out and grasped the bottle, and poured herself some of the drink.

"I know not what this substance is, but let us both hope it doesn't burn my insides. As your people say, cheers to you."

With that she raised the glass, before her bottom jaw split, revealing her pale white insides, a long, flexible tongue, and a maw with various shifting parts containing teeth like growths for chewing. She threw her head back and emptied the glass. Jax was definitely interested now. He held out his hand to her, and she grasped it with her three fingered hand.

"Name's Jax. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss?"

She shook, twitching her smaller mandibles as her lower jaw locked back into place.

"Dekt'Chana."

Jax stood up, taking one last drink.

"Care to continue our conversation elsewhere, Dekt'Chana?"

Dekt'Chana rose to her feet, standing about a foot taller than Jax, it was now that he realized how imposing she was. She was clad in some kind of armour, with smooth contours all across it, black as midnight, and almost identical to the exoskeleton encasing her head. She held out a three fingered hand to him.

"After you."

Jax glided through the crowd with glee, making sure Dekt'Chana was following. He passed by the bartender and gave him a wink, to which he chuckled, hollering after him,

"You're a madman Jax!"

The trip was uneventful, as they passed through various hubs of the station, on their way to the transport hub. Jax took the opportunity to get a better look at his companion as they traveled.

The only part of her that was revealed was her head, encased in stark white exoskeleton, with her large blue eyes and twitching antennae. She had plate like ridges traveling all along the middle of her head and down the back of it. He already knew of the surprise with her mouth, and that the small plate like mandibles over her mouth were not the limit to how much she could bite or eat.

She had tripod like fingers and toes, all encased in her suit, a very thin waist, as was common for most insect like species, with a large abdomen hanging from her backside. Even that too was encased in her armour. Her legs seemed powerful, having an extra joint to them, no doubt allowing for incredible jumps, or more likely, kicks. Everything made sense to him, except for one thing.

As he led her to the elevator that would lead to his home on the station, he asked her as he stepped into it with her.

"Dekt'Chana, you say your species are telepaths, right?"

"That is correct. Low level telepaths, but enough to sense and communicate with each other."

"Then why so fluent in common? In fact, why speak at all? I've seen telepaths before, and know most of them moved on past spoken language. And I know, even a low level telepath can project into another's head if they try hard enough."

The reaction wasn't as intended, as the carapace like material of her armour seemed to grow over her head in a rapid pace, and a small canon formed around her arm, pointed at him. He stared down the barrel, watching the spinning insides crackle with energy. Jax didn't move or scream, but waited for her to ask, no doubt, her own questions.

"Why so many questions Jax? Who are you taking me to? I've known I was being monitored as soon as I entered this galaxy, and know there are many ruthless corporations after my species' technology. So who do you work for?"

Jax smiled, watching the bright storm of energy swirl around in the cannon on her arm.

"I don't work for anybody Dekt'Chana. I live for myself now. All you have to do is wait for the elevator to reach its stop, and I'm sure things will be clear. In the meantime, feel free to point your weapon at me if it makes you feel comfortable."

Dekt'Chana did just that for the rest of the ride, until at last the elevator stopped, its doors sliding open with a barely audible his, revealing Jax's home.

No lights were on, but the room was visible in thanks to the starlight that came in through its large circular windows, which encompassed the entire room. Jax always felt that having an intimate encounter under the stars was enhanced by them. The room was relatively simple, a small bar off to one side, a few electronics on a simple desk, and in the center of it all, a very large, comfortable looking bed. Jax smiled at Dekt'Chana.

"If you'll allow me, this is my home. Please, feel free to come on in. I wouldn't fire your cannon though. I mean, that glass is really thick, and protected, but, it never hurts to be careful."

Dekt'Chana's cannon disassembled itself, as did her helmet, reveling her rapidly twitching antennae and twitching mandibles.

"Why did you not tell me you owned this station?"

Jax shrugged.

"I like a little privacy. I go down there a lot, and if everybody knew who I was, there'd be no end to the friendly greetings and people trying to snuggle up to me for money. In fact I think the only two people who know who I am on this station are you and the barkeep down in the club. So, come on in, make yourself at home!"

Dekt'Chana stepped onto his floor, and dim lights came on throughout the large circular room on the edges of the windows. Jax stepped through after her, casually walking over to his bar. Dekt'Chana simply walked slowly around, observing the place. Now this strange man was even more alien to her. He appeared to have no motives that she could discern, and casually invited her into his home as if nothing had happened in the elevator previously. She knew little of beings with his stature and power over a station that acted such as him. She was more concerned now than when she thought he worked for a company.

Jax fiddled with various bottles of fluid as he mixed himself a drink.

"So whataya think? It's a nice little quiet place, even has nice wooden floors."

He took a sip of his drink, then started mixing again.

"You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get wood on a space station by the way. The safety people go, crazy."

Dekt'Chana slowly made her way closer to him, and watched him as he mixed his drink.

"Why did you bring me here Jax?"

Jax smiled at her.

"You're intriguing to me. I like to hear stories from others, and have a little company over once in a while. And, how can I say it, I've got a small little obsession, about other species."

"Do not tell me you brought me all the way up here just to kill me, Jax."

Jax chuckled.

"Haha, oh god no, I'm not one of those creepy people. Well, actually, you could still call me creepy, but in a more benign sense."

Jax gulped down his newly created drink, before waltzing around the bar to Dekt'Chana.

"Truth is Dekt'Chana, I love aliens, maybe a little too much. And I think there's nothing better, than sharing an intimate encounter with them. One alien to another, exploring each other's differences."

Dekt'Chana couldn't believe it. Not that Jax was into other species apart from his own, in fact, it was becoming more common, but her good fortune. Someone who could help her, albeit, in some strange perverse way, had fallen into her lap. She might as well tell him.

"Jax. Is it alright if I sit down?"

Jax continued smiling.

"No problem. Although I'm sorry about this, and really should get it fixed, but I have no good chairs for someone like you. You'll have to use the bed."

Dekt'Chana sat down on the bed, folding her arms across her lap.

"I'm sorry Jax, about earlier. But I couldn't take a risk. Out here, I'm alone."

Jax waltzed over to the bed and sat down beside her.

"It's no problem. I've had a lot of guns pointed at me since I showed up here. Gotta say, yours gets props for being cool. Speaking of cool things, what's this about corporations on your trail?"

Dekt'Chana looked thoughtful, twitching her antennae as her large eyes briefly looked out to the stars.

"Do you know of any species with Bio-Technology in this galaxy Jax?"

"Can't say I do. Well, I don't know anybody who makes the stuff, but I've known people who've used it."

"My species is renowned for its work with biotechnology. Everything we use, ships, weapons, armour, even ourselves, are all products of bio-engineering. There are corporations who would hunt me down and kill me for what I have, even in this limited state."

"What do you mean, "limited state?"

"As part of my exile, my body was re-engineered to a lower caste level. I did not choose death, but exile comes with a price for life. I am no longer a warrior Jax. My body is not built for combat. I have done as much as I can, but I can only do so much with what I have."

Jax was seeing something here. The strings were beginning to thread together. Maybe, he could work something out?

"Dekt'Chana, I have an idea, if you don't mind. A favor for a favor, if you will."

Dekt'Chana already had a feeling what Jax was thinking. She herself would never consider doing anything with another species, unless it was her own. And even then, she was a warrior. Warriors had no such time for relations. Then again, all her ties were gone. Maybe it was time to make some new ones. She wouldn't last long out here alone. And anywhere she would travel, it would be the same. She answered before Jax could say anymore.

"I offer myself to you, and in exchange, you can hide me from those who will hunt me?"

Jax smiled.

"You do me no credit here. You make me sound like some lecherous, creepy person with an alien fetish. But yes, that's basically what I'm saying. Except, you don't even have to do that. All I ask, is that you spend a night here with me. In return, I can cover your tracks. What do you say?"

Dekt'Chana didn't even have to think about it. But other thoughts were now in her mind.

"Jax, you are, without a doubt, the strangest alien I have ever encountered. You enter a pact with a warrior, and I will honour it. But a saying comes to mind. "Either go all the way through with it, or stop wasting time with shortcuts and workarounds." So yes, I accept your offer."

Jax extended his hand, and Dekt'Chana went to shake it, but instead pulled him close. He neither seemed surprised or worried, but his eyes were burning with something she couldn't read. Excitement maybe?

"This is all I know about humans related to mating Jax. You'll have to lead the way after this."

Dekt'Chana's lower jaw split in two, and her small mandibles parted, letting her surprisingly long tongue free. Jax wasted no time, and had his mouth over hers as best he could. All he could really do was play with her tongue, as she had no lips to speak of. Jax welcomed the pale, flexible organ past his lips and into his mouth.

This was something new for Dekt'Chana. She had never engaged in anything like this even with her own kind. There was something, strange about it. She was suddenly terrified as she realized, she had just offered herself to this being, this alien, who was now intently exploring her tongue. And what made it even worse was the fact that she didn't even really know her own body, while he seemed all too keen in knowing everything. He was sucking, twisting, and pulling more of her tongue into his odd mouth. She was very quickly having second thoughts about this....

Jax had long ago implanted himself with various helpful tools for sensing various things. And through his enhanced senses, could pick up the signs and what they were leading to. It was clear, Dekt'Chana was not comfortable at all. So Jax stopped. He withdrew, letting her close her jaw back up as she retracted her long tongue.

"You aren't comfortable with this are you? That's okay, like I said, we don't have to do anything really. Just, keep me company."

"I'm not really sure I could do that very well either Jax. I think perhaps I should take my chances and leave."

Jax snapped his fingers suddenly.

"Nope, I got it. I know how we can work this out. Tell you what, you're the boss. You're free to do with me as you please. Just no torture. I hate torture. No painful stuff either. And if you're one of those odd species that eats their mate after anything, don't try that either. I'll do nothing unless you say so."

Dekt'Chana hesitated, but, the idea suddenly seemed much more reasonable. She could do whatever she wanted...... at whatever pace. Jax let off one of his standard smiles.

"Come on, you're telling me you aren't even a little bit curious? About anything at all?"

Dekt'Chana worked things out. She had to admit, she was, just a tiny bit curious about him.

"Okay then Jax. Take your clothes off."

Jax's smile grew wider.

"Whoa ho there, as soon as you're on top things get moving! Okay then my queen, I will obey!"

Jax removed his simple vest, tossing it onto the bed, before removing his undershirt. His boots and socks flew off in a hurry, and eventually his belt and pants, until there was nothing on him. He stood before her, still sporting the large smile on his face.

"Okay then, here I am, in all my naked, vulnerable glory."

Dekt'Chana began regressing the armour on her hands, and down her arms up to her elbow joints, revealing more of her white carapace. She already knew, her hands could feel as much as the rest of her body. But regardless, she wanted to touch Jax. He seemed, so squishy without the illusion his clothing offered. She leaned closer, as her antennae brushed against his chest, she placed a hand square against it. Through her antennae she could feel Jax recoil, and the steady thump of the organ inside him responsible for pumping his blood.

His body was, odd, to say the least. It looked squishy, but she found that it was in fact, very solid, yet flexible. Such odd beings indeed. Jax was still smiling away as she traveled around, but she eventually found herself lower, and Jax pointed it out.

"I wouldn't want to go that far down if I were you. You're reaching some sexual bits. And plus, your antennae kind of tickle."

Dekt'Chana continued anyway, as something was now luring her. Something was coming out of Jax's body, and she was inhaling it. She had no way to describe the feeling, but she wanted to explore more. She stood up and looked into his eyes.

"There's something coming from you Jax. Did you, drug me?"

Jax wore his token smile.

"Yes and no. But I did give you fair warning. I picked up this neat little augment a while back, for use with other species who use pheromones. It comes in handy for those that don't too. When I get even a little bit "excited", I start sending them out. Sorry if you walked into an un-intentional trap."

Dekt'Chana had now pushed Jax onto the bed. The pheromones he was putting out were quickly playing havoc with her. She wasn't entirely in control of her own actions, and was being pulled along as if she were on strings. But there was more here at work. She could feel it. Those pheromones had kick started an urge, and ancient drive that was long since regressed to almost nothing in warrior classes. But now, her new body was receptive to it. It was maddening.

Her jaws unlocked, her tongue slid free, and she gently traveled up his neck until she reached his mouth. Although Jax didn't know it, she knew he had started a reaction that wouldn't stop until she reached the end. Her body wasn't just re-formed to the lowest class, it was re-formed to the weakest class physically. Workers, although low, were still tough, very tough actually. And that left no doubt, the strangest class of her kin. The ones in charge of making more of their kind, and taking care of the young ones until they were old enough. Jax may have just fallen into a trap too.

Dekt'Chana now willingly wound her long tongue into Jax's mouth, but pulled him closer to her mouth instead, until her bottom jaw was around his neck. She had no idea why she was doing this, but her tongue began secreting something as she explored him, feeling his own tongue and teeth in the strange mouth of his.

Jax wasn't sure what was going on. Dekt'Chana had now practically jumped him, and was kissing him with more gusto and effort than even he had earlier. And something was coming out of her tongue, almost like a cream. It was sweet to him, and he wanted more. He was aware that Dekt'Chana had her lower jaws wrapped around him, and her upper mandibles tugged at him, pulling him close, but it didn't worry him. All he wanted was to keep tasting whatever it was that was coming out of her tongue.

But, sadly for him, she began pulling away, as her tongue began unwinding off his. He felt its smooth texture pass along his lips and tongue as she retracted it, until it was gone, and she was pulling away from him. But what was in the substance he had swallowed, was now working its way through his own systems. Jax began laughing when she parted from him, even as Dekt'Chana struggled to speak.

"Jax.......your.....phero...mone...set something...off."

Jax was laughing at the irony of it all. While Dekt'Chana's urges were no doubt new to her, Jax had felt this before, and had better luck fending it off.

"Dekt'Chana, that real tasty stuff from your tongue was basically an aphrodisiac! I want to do such lovely things with you as much as you want to do to me! And I probably know about your body as much as you do. Haha, oh god am I not regretting that pheromone right now!"

Dekt'Chana slid off of Jax, and began regressing her armour entirely, with Jax watching intently as more of her white carapace was revealed to him. It was still the same shining dull white of everything else, with black in between her various joints. A large puffy mane-like patch of fuzz was set free around her neck as her armour disappeared, brighter than the rest of her carapace.

Jax would remember this sight for the rest of his days, how stunningly beautiful she was to him, even without the maddening urges that now coursed through his veins. Her curved, powerful legs, that looked so smooth and rounded, her skinny waist, with all the various little interlocking plates of her natural armour creating a neat pattern all the way up to her chest, along with a smaller set of arms, and above those, a set of......breasts? Jax did a mental cartwheel before returning to normal. Not just regular ones either, two sets. One set of larger predominant ones, and a smaller set below. Jax was going to ask some questions, but was cut short when Dekt'Chana now clambered back up to the bed over top of him.

Her jaws unlocked as she began roaming around Jax's body with her tongue again, spreading more of the stuff he had called an aphrodisiac. She traveled lower again, and found his own sexual organ, now upright stiff. She wrapped her long pale tongue around it, spreading more of the creamy fluid from her tongue over it. Whether or not it was her own urges or Jax's pheromones, or both, she couldn't tell, but she found herself winding her long tongue down his shaft and taking it into her mouth. Her smaller outside mandibles gripped tightly, while her various inside parts responsible for chewing rubbed gently against his shaft while her tongue continued to toy with it.

Jax was simply sitting there taking it all in, enjoying himself on the sensations of Dekt'Chana's mouth. The aphrodisiac being secreted by her tongue was something else. This was possibly the best oral he'd ever received. Her twisting, flexible tongue, her outside mandibles gripping tightly, and her teeth and tight, compact maw quickly drove him over the edge. As he came, she closed her lower jaw and tightened her grip on him with her mandibles, making sure nothing escaped. When he was done, she released her grip, slowly letting his cock slide from out of her mouth, her long tongue untwining itself reluctantly.

Giving Jax no rest, and before she really knew what she was doing, she had rolled over, bringing Jax with her. Jax was now sitting on her abdomen. She reached out with her main arms, and now that her suit was gone, the small pair of secondary arms just below her nutrient sacks extended outward as well, pulling him closer to her. She was growing used to this steady maddening feeling of wanting to mate with him, and found she could speak better now, able to fend off her more primal urges better than last time.

"Jax, I want you to mate with me!"

Jax remained in eye contact with her as her antennae fluttered about wildly.

"Ok, before I do, care to tell me why you've got breasts?"

Jax gently squeezed her top pair for emphasis. Dekt'Chana shuddered, letting out a slow, long vibration from deep in her throat. That felt odd. That felt, good. Her secondary arms found their way to her lower pair and squeezed them gently, granting another wave of pleasure down her nervous system.

"Jax, do that again please!"

Jax complied, gently squeezing her top pair, before he exclaimed,

"Whoa, got some leakage here!"

He was right. She was producing nutrients already. But, what for? She knew that Breeders used them to feed their young, but she didn't have any. Her thought train was crashed when Jax began sucking on one of her nipples. More waves of pleasure bombarded her as Jax began sucking with more intent. It felt good, but something in her instincts told her that now wasn't the right time. She pressed him back gently.

"No Jax, not now, but later."

Jax looked somewhat hurt, but his smile returned quickly.

"That's a shame Dekt'Chana. So far everything about you tastes good. Who's the crafty one that gave your kind bodies like this? It's entrapment for guys like me!"

"It's a long story Jax. The short version is, we didn't always have breeders, and over time we had to use traits from other species for breeders to work with one another. Now, could you please, please, continue on with before?"

Jax smiled.

"No arguments here."

Jax reluctantly relinquished contact, making his way down her abdomen, trailing his hands along as he did so, relishing the smoothness of it. But, apparently, his careful, slow appreciations were too much for Dekt'Chana, and before he knew it, she was on top, straddling him.

"I'm sorry Jax, I need this. NOW."

As a small portion of Dekt'Chana's carapace split at the end of her abdomen, Jax, for the first time in many years, was genuinely surprised, and even scared. Dekt'Chana had female parts, and by all means, he was excited to get to it, but what surprised him was the rather long, thick, pale white tube that emerged as well. Jax couldn't help but voice this surprise.

"Dekt'Chana, I didn't know your Breeder caste had parts belonging to males!"

Dekt'Chana changed position so that she was now laying on top of Jax, and to his short lived delight of feeling her carapace against his skin, mingled with her four breasts pressing against him, her eyes fell upon his, as her antennae flittered about near his forehead.

"Jax, I didn't know either. I never really knew anything about Breeders. And, I'm sorry, about all this. I'm fighting my urges right now just so I don't do this. I think my body is making eggs. I can feel them, right now. If you were another breeder we would both lay eggs in each other. But we don't have compatible bodies! If I lay them outside a body, I don't think they'll survive!"

Jax was still smiling.

"It's okay Dekt'Chana. It's the risk I take with being around other species. I never know what I can get. And this was my idea in the first place. And trust me on this, I think there's a place in my body that might suffice. And it's not going to be real fun for me. But, I'm not going to let you have a batch of kids just to kill them."

Dekt'Chana's abdomen edged closer to his cock unwillingly.

"Why would you do this for me Jax!?"

Jax's smile vanished.

"I've been around Dekt'Chana. The universe is an ugly place. In fact, I think that's why I'm here now, in the state I am. I just want to forget everything I've seen and done, and enjoy myself. But not at the cost of others. In fact, I hope the time I spent with them was as good for me as it was for them. You're proof that the universe is an ugly place. But, I know one thing. Having kids, for any species, is something special. I'm not going to stand in the way of something good for you, because if I did, I'd be no better than everybody else out there."

Dekt'Chana couldn't reply, as Jax's smile returned, and he thrust his hips upward, into her waiting vent, and felt the odd sensation of her abdomen clamping down around him. It was the most wonderful thing he'd ever felt, which was quickly replaced with pain as her ovipositor began sliding into his ass. Jax grit his teeth together.

"Yep, that's not too comfortable! Never want to try this again!"

Dekt'Chana opened her lower jaw, spreading her tongue across his body. Hopefully the aphrodisiac would help a bit for Jax, as her body now worked on its own, regardless of how much she wanted to stop. She rode him, her insides clamped around him tightly, while her ovipositor dug deeper into him, as it now began pumping various fluids.

Jax was in a true state of limbo. Dekt'Chana was riding him, and her insides were incredible, designed to give maximum pleasure. He didn't know what was in there, but it felt good, whatever it was that was gripping his cock internally, helping massage it as she continued. And her aphrodisiac was a nice touch, enhancing his pleasure. But, it wasn't enough to block the horrendous pain as her girth slid into him, and began pumping something into him. But, there was nothing he could do now, as her abdomen was clamped around him tight, and he didn't have the heart to potentially kill her offspring.

Dekt'Chana continued, now in a state of pleasure from two parts of her body, enhanced by the pheromones Jax was giving off. She rode him relentlessly, until the moment came, the first egg. Jax watched as the lump slowly traveled down, and with dread, waited for the moment it reached the entrance of his ass. Dekt'Chana's insides were still pleasuring him even though she had stopped riding him, and now that the intrusion was somewhat of a familiar feeling, it didn't make up for the pain as the egg was forcefully pushed past the entrance of his ass, deep inside him.

Jax wanted to scream and to tear himself away, but he stayed calm instead, now paying attention to Dekt'Chana, trying to pleasure her more. If she was feeling good then he was too. Jax began playing with the top row of her breasts, squeezing them gently. They proved to be extremely receptive, and in response her smaller secondary pair of arms began playing with the smaller row. Dekt'Chana released another deep internal sound, mingled with the sound of her voice. The pain was subsiding now as the egg made its way to the end of its trip, and shortly after, Dekt'Chana's abdomen began thrusting again, as she lay overtop of Jax now, again spreading more of the sweet tasting liquid over him, her antennae twitching as pleasure bombarded her nerves.

The odd, almost ritual act lasted for hours, going in cycles. Dekt'Chana would ride him and pleasure him, and then she would lay another egg, and then they would rest, and then repeat the cycle over and over. Jax climaxed multiple times in their entwinement, but eventually, Jax was too tired to continue, and it was then that Dekt'Chana allowed him access to her "nutrient sacks," as she called them. Her breasts were not only for offspring, but for mates as well, giving more nutrients to them, and helping to sooth their bodies from the exhaustion of constant sex. Unfortunately, Jax wasn't a fellow Breeder, and could not do the same for her.

After all was said and done, and when Dekt'Chana finally pulled away and out of him, Jax had a large, swollen belly, loaded with her eggs, and Dekt'Chana's breasts had shrunk significantly. The two laid on the bed for some time, as Dekt'Chana caressed him affectionately with her four arms and fluffy antennae. Jax laid on top of her, and enjoyed resting on the large patch of fluff around her neck. Jax was the first to speak after resting for some time.

"So, what happens now?"

Dekt'Chana placed her slender, white armoured hand on his neck and held him close.

"I don't know Jax. I think I'll have to stay here for a while, until my offspring are big enough to come with me. If, that's okay with you?"

"It's no problem Dekt'Chana. I wouldn't make a good parent anyway. You'd be better off taking care of them."

"How can you say that? You made a sacrifice on yourself to carry them. Your species was never built for something like that."

"Like I said earlier, I don't have the heart to stand in the way of something good. Especially for someone like you. In fact, I think this is the best thing that could have happened for you. When you finally do leave, you won't be alone."

"What about you Jax?"

"This'll be a fond memory down the road. I think it is right now too. Definitely not something I'd go for again though, but I think it was worth it. You are, very special by the way."

Dekt'Chana parted her outer mandibles and kissed him briefly on the lips. Jax spoke with surprise.

"Whoa there, don't get me making those pheromones again! We both don't want to get caught in another round of fun just yet do we?"

Dekt'Chana's antennae brushed against him lovingly.

"No Jax, I don't think so. But I just wanted to say thank you, for everything."

Jax smiled.

"I'm glad I got to experience something like this. Thank you too, Dekt'Chana."

Dekt'Chana laid her head back and closed her eyes. Now was the time for rest. But Jax still had some energy to spare. Clambering off Dekt'Chana slowly, he began looking for some clothes. Sadly for him, most of his clothes no longer fit, so he was forced to have some sent up to his quarters. When they finally arrived and he managed to fit into his extra-large clothes, he left in the elevator. It wasn't so bad, he just looked like a fat guy now.

Jax approached his familiar club, and passed through the crowds, a little less easily this time, and found his way up to the bartender. When the large four armed tender spotted him, his voice almost echoed across and over the noise of the club.

"By my ancestors Jax, what the hell did you spend those three days doing, eating!?"

Jax sat down on a nearby barstool, sporting a grin.

"Well shit, I didn't think it was that long. Anywho, you remember that one I took home with me, the out of towner?"

The bartender nodded intently, stroking his long beard.

"Turns out I wasn't quite right. She was a lady all right, but she had some extra bits too."

The bartender slammed all four of his massive fists down on the table and burst out with laughter.

"Jax, you truly are mad. And you let her do this willingly?"

Jax snickered.

"Yes and no. She got caught up in some pheromones of mine, and I got caught up in her aphrodisiacs. We drugged each other and then we couldn't stop ourselves. When I found out she was having kids, it was too late."

The bartender looked at him with awe.

"So that's not food fat then is it? You crazy son of a bitch! What can I get for ya? You probably could use a drink."

"No, I'm fine actually, but thanks for asking. And, actually, you know that most moms don't drink with kid's right? Gotta uphold that good standard of parenting!"

Jax got off the barstool and began walking away. The bartender merely shook his head after him. That man was truly something else.

Jax walked the hubs of the station, occasionally getting odd glances from others, before heading back to his quarters. Well, this definitely topped his list. But through it all, he was happy and satisfied. The thought of having Dekt'Chana as company for a while wasn't so bad. And he had to admit, the whole experience was intoxicating in a way. It was a shame he couldn't get a little more intimate with her before their systems kicked in though. But, maybe there would still be more time for it later, if he removed his pheromones for a while.

Jax smiled as he walked along.

Now there was just the question of who the mom and dad were.