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Eccentric Orbit

Part Four

Correction Burn

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"Ow...Ow...stairs are _bad_for snakes...idiot" Sally moaned as she slithered towards the master bedroom of Valentina's level. In her haste to reach the bloated bear and her new beau, she had skipped past the express elevators and instead taken the stairs, a rather poor choice for a naga like her. Her slithering motions were crooked and slow, the slightest movement now rather painful. Her lab coat was halfway unbuttoned, the rest simply torn open and hanging loosely, nearly revealing her impressive bust to the air.

She flicked her tongue out, smelling the air as snakes did. Yes, Richter is definitely here. A rich, earthy scent filled her mind, and she sighed as her arousal increased, just from Richter's musk. Let's see...no, no...aha!

She increased her pace, ignoring the pain as she slithered for the master bedroom and nearly tore the door open, finding a sight that still shocked her somewhat: Richter and Valentina, both resting upon the trashed remains of the large, fancy bed, the latter almost bursting with Richter's cream, no doubt thoroughly impregnated. The puddle of cum flowing out of her pussy had grown much larger, though it didn't look as if it had hardened at all.

Perhaps his sperm can survive longer outside his body? She considered to herself, but shook her head and steeled her gaze.

"Richter!" she yelled, waking both the bear and the eagle up. "Don't think I haven't caught onto you!"

"Sally?" he asked, rather groggy. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just getting what I should have gotten a...a long time ago!" She grabbed at the remains of her coat, removing the rest of it, leaving only her bra.

"Hey, what's going on?" Valentina asked, also quite groggy. "Izzat Sally? I can't see anything..."

"You're about to!" Sally reached around to unhook her bra, but paused as she clasped the hooks. "I...I...uh..." She let her arms drop, glancing away at the image of Jupiter.

"Wait, Sally--" Richter said, sitting up and reaching out to her. The cobra turned away and slithered away, the sound of crying starting to reverberate through the halls.

"Whawuzzat?" Valentina asked, before falling back asleep.

Richter frowned, lying back down as well. "I don't know. But I intend to find out."

()()()

Some time later...

"YES!" Carolyn cried, feeling over the pulsing bulge in her belly, first pushing out, then back in less than a second each repetition, as Richter heartily pounded away at her womb, holding onto her thickly feathered but almost stick-thin thighs for support. Oh, Sally would be furious when she found her bent over one of the tables in the lab, cleared of all equipment to better serve her breeding.

But it was worth it.

She had been looking forward to this for some time; she was somewhat sure she was supposed to get bred before Sally, the final target, but every time a coherent thought began to form, it was shattered as Richter slammed through her cervix and against the inside of her womb. The chamber was stretched tight with each thrust, snapping back against the head of his cock each time he pulled his hips back. Her scientific side attempted to remind her that this should have been both painful and impossible, that his body couldn't have supplied his penis with nearly enough blood without killing him, and there was no way his prostate could hold fifteen-plus gallons of cum ready to impregnate her ripe womb at a moment's notice. The side of her experiencing it, however, told the scientific side to shut up and enjoy itself, each stretch of her womb sending another wild bolt of incomprehensible pleasure through her entire body, her nipples beginning to squirt milk out onto the table and floor below. The scientific side once again attempted to object to this development, but screamed in pleasure along with every other part of her as Richter hit against a particular spot somewhere deep within her.

Yet Richter refused to finish the job and breed her, holding back his endless torrent of powerful cum as her very ovaries screamed out, pushing out more and more eggs in hope that it would somehow convince him to come sooner. Yet the minutes passed by, and he only continued to pound away at her, the sound of wet slapping filling the room.

"Nn...ah! Why aren't you--AH!--why aren't--" she attempted to say in between his thrusts, barely able to finish before another electric shot went right up her spine and stole the words from her mouth.

"Finishing you off?" Richter finished, tightening his grip on her rather thin thighs. He idly considered they would fill out some along with her belly, but dropped the line of thought. "Consider it an experiment. 'Does holding off longer result in a larger clutch of eggs?' I'd have to imagine it does, with how warm your womb is. Ooh, your ovaries must be in overdrive. Does that make sense to you, just as a biologist?"

"Nnh--it tingles..." she whispered hoarsely, reaching a hand down to her womb once more to feel his bulging cock through her feathered skin.

"That must be your ovaries," he said, smiling. "What do you say, Ms. Scientist? Should I stop teasing them and give them what they want?"

"Pleeeease~" she moaned, barely able to form even the single word.

"I suppose this is a good place to stop for the initial trial." He hilted himself and finally released all that he had been holding back; just the first blast of white hot cum into her deepest depths was larger than a normal man might produce in an entire year, and visibly rounded her belly just as a start. His balls hiked up so hard they almost retreated inside him, furiously pumping as much cum as they possibly could through his twitching member and into Carolyn's eagerly waiting, sore egg chamber. Untold gallons of his thick seed, almost pudding-like from all that teasing, poured in, not even coming out in individual shots any longer, more of a constant stream of thick, sperm-laden fluid that forced her belly to expand obscenely, growing to a massive nine-month pregnancy in less than a minute, and still more to go.

"GAH!" he cried, surprised by just how much he had held up for her, and how furiously it was entering her warm body. He'd have to hold off like this more often. After all, what was an experiment with repeated trials? He had plenty of test subjects...no, that was no way to think of his treasured breeders. Their vast beauty, enhanced by their expanding pregnancies, glowing with an intense motherly light...all their personalities and thoughts and interests and the countless other things that made them them...he couldn't tarnish it by thinking of them as just things to be tested on. The governments of Earth and the biologists from the Septus Corporation may have thought of him as nothing more than a filthy animal, blindly following his instincts to breed, something to be tested and observed in a laboratory while he coldly and lovelessly pumped his seed into some random female. That act wouldn't have been worthy of the very word 'breeding'.

What he had done (and was still doing) to Carolyn, though...that was truly breeding. Perhaps in the sterile environment of that room, he had lost sight of what it truly meant to be a hyper stud, but looking at the slowly expanding belly of Carolyn, now resting upon the table and pushing her up slightly...he had regained it.

His seemingly endless torrent finally started to slow down, just as Carolyn's sheer weight made the metal table begin to creak as it became the only thing supporting her impossibly huge stomach. It took a bit more time, but it finally stopped, the last burst of redundant sperm flooding into her, expanding her just a little bit more. Seeing the table couldn't take much more, he grabbed her around and set her upon the floor, revealing just how much he had filled her. Just sitting upon the floor, supported by nothing but her own vast stomach, her head was about level with his crotch. His cum, so thick by his teasing it was practically a solid, rested soundly in her womb, allowing her a comfortable place to rest.

At least, she might have rested had she not also noticed she was level with his magnificent, though unfortunately now receding, cock, and those insanely large balls that had just made all her most secret wishes come true.

"Hey, come here," she whispered, reaching out at his balls. He quickly realized what she was trying to do and stepped forward, arching his legs around her roundness to allow her tongue access to his pendulous orbs. "Ooh, you catch on quick~" She stuck her tongue out, carefully licking as much as she could, though since she was currently quite immobile, she couldn't get much. It seemed to be enough for Richter, as he still moaned and cradled her head with his hand, encouraging her to do what she was already dead-set on doing.

"One of my breeders back on Earth went straight for my balls after I bred her," he said. "I didn't put that much into her, actually. She pulled off and made me cum on her instead, started rubbing it into her fur and eating it. That was great."

"Ooh, she sounds kinky~" Carolyn moaned, drawing back from his testes. "I can't wait to meet her."

"I can't imagine you'll introduce me," a rather huffy voice came from the doorway. Richter and Carolyn both turned, to find Sally standing there, the tattered remnants of her lab coat still hanging off her shoulders, her lower lip quivering. The eagle noticed that her eyes were puffy, and her scaly cheeks seemed wet.

"Sally...you've been crying," he noted, almost a question.

"Of course I have!" she yelled, flaring her hood and letting out a nasty hiss. "After you've been fucking everybody on this stupid fucking station except for me!" She began tearing at the white cloth of her coat, tearing off great chunks of it at once. It was easy to see that she had, at some point, taken off her bra, revealing both of her breasts to him, the smooth scutes barely able to contain them. "How about now? Do you finally wanna breed me now?!"

"Sally, for goodness' sake, calm down!" he said raising up a hand and taking a step forward. She slithered backward, now standing in the hallway.

"Calm down..." she repeated, "calm down...how can I calm down after you've ruined everything, and didn't even THINK of breeding me!" More tears started to come, and she slowly lowered herself to the floor, soon lying flat upon it like her feral relatives. "Just some dumb, ugly snake...who'd ever want me..."

"Sally," he said, gentle yet firm, walking towards her. He knelt down and put a hand around her shoulder, moving her back up until he was staring into her leaking eyes. "You're not ugly, and you certainly aren't dumb. You were made head scientist of this project for a reason, and as for nobody wanting you..." he leaned forward, allowing his beak to rest against the end of her snout, "I've wanted you since I first came on this station."

She couldn't find words for a moment, and her first were a question. "Then...why didn't you take me?"

"Because...Sally, I...it's hard to explain. Perhaps I had better let the mastermind explain it."

"Mastermind?" she asked, curiously following him as he walked back into the lab and went for the long-range subspace communicator, allowing for instant communication with anybody on the network, and he knew exactly which one he would call.

He typed in the appropriate number, and all waited for a few tense moments, Carolyn turning her head back to see what was going on.

Then, the image came on-screen: an old mountain goat, in a rather distinct purple suit and gold-rimmed dark glasses, set against a background of his massive red pleather chair.

"Van Allen?" Sally whispered, shocked to see his visage. She was more shocked to see his wide smile, expecting him to be furious at all these developments.

"Richter, buddy, what's been happening?" he asked, before noticing Sally's mostly-nude form. "Damn, Sally, what the hell did he do to you?"

"Nothing, yet," Richter said. "I just got Carolyn, though."

The goat craned his head, managing to just barely see Carolyn's rounded form behind them. "Nice~"

"Uh, yes, Al, how about you explain what's going on here to Sally?"

"She hasn't figured it out yet?" he asked, bewildered.

"Figured _what_out?" she demanded. "All I know is that you're staring at my breasts, he just did something ridiculous to Carolyn--"

"Something awesome, you mean," the owl interrupted.

"--and now you two are talking in riddles at each other!"

"Ooh, testy, nice," Van Allen said, grinning and adjusting his glasses. "Okay, Sally, you know this whole thing about how we managed to get Richter for the experiment after he was quarantined and we decided to do this experiment?"

"Of course. It's the entire reason we're up here."

"Actually...that's only _half_the reason. See, I've known about you for a long time, Sally, and, well, I felt sorry for you."

"Sorry?"

"You're so uptight!" the goat cried. "About everything! You never let yourself enjoy anything, it's all just work, work, work! It's excellent work, but...well, my grandma used to say 'all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy', and look at you! You have a twelve-foot stick up your ass all the time!"

"Hey!"

"He's right," Carolyn said. "Every single time I invited you out somewhere on Earth, you were all like, 'no, I'm busy', or, 'I don't eat fish, sorry'. You really needed..."

"To get laid!" Van Allen finished.

Sally sputtered. "You mean...you spent billions of dollars on a space mission, clearing out this entire station except for us...so I could get laid?!"

"No, that's only half of it. We did actually want the analysis of what Richter can do, that information is worth a fortune. But I also wanted you to actually have some fun for once, and who better with than the guy that all those women were raving about as the best lay of their life when they demanded his release?"

Her mouth hung open for a moment, and Van Allen continued. "Julie, Helen, hell, Valentina? They were both desperate to get in with him for whatever reason, but then he got detained. After we picked him up for analysis, I hatched myself a plan to solve a bunch of problems at once. We send him up with all the girls who wanted to meet him. Carolyn lets him wander around and act freely with some clever sabotage while you keep looking at the data, and he breeds everybody at his leisure. Finally, he gets to you, you get laid, we make billions from your data

"You're wasting your time and money," she muttered. "We didn't get nearly enough info to be of any use, and I can't make sense of what we did collect."

"You still have, like, a week up there, you have plenty of time to collect more stuff!"

She looked away. "There's...another problem."

"And that would be?"

She sighed. "I'm...infertile."

Carolyn gasped, and both Richter and Van Allen arched their eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, that...that's rough," Van Allen said, rubbing at his beard. "I mean...shit, I had no idea!"

"It's the reason I got into biology in the first place. Ever since I knew, I wanted to try and see if there was some way to fix it, something I could do, but...I never found it. I can't have any children."

Richter set a hand on her shoulder. "You know, Sally...one of my breeders, cute little border collie, said the same thing. Well, not the exact same thing, but the same idea. She couldn't have kids, she'd known that for years, but she figured that, with how virile I am, it was worth a shot."

"What happened?"

Richter grinned. "She had a clutch of eight eggs developing in a week. Oh, man, she was ecstatic--"

"Wait, eight?" Sally asked. "I thought your average was about twelve?"

"I think it was something of a kickstart, to get her ovaries going properly. It makes sense her first clutch would be smaller."

Sally took a deep breath. Was this her chance? "But...there's no telling if it would work for me!"

"You're a scientist, Sally!" Van Allen cried. "Are you telling me you're not even gonna try and test this out on yourself? If this works, and we can figure out how to replicate it...who knows what would happen?"

She looked at Richter, glancing down at his balls. "...Okay. Let's see if we can replicate her results."

"That's the spirit," Van Allen said.

"Oh, and Al?" she said, turning back to him with a wicked grin.

"Uh, yes?"

"Thanks."

"Uh, you're welcome!" He rubbed at his beard again. "Just so you know, there'll be a shuttlecraft coming up pretty soon to bring you back to Earth where you'll continue your studies, _and_where I've got another little surprise for you."

"Another surprise?" she asked. "With all that's just happened, I can't imagine what it's going to be."

"I think you'll like it. Van Allen, out!"

The screen went black, giving them back their privacy.

"Well, that was...revealing."

"You're not upset, are you?"

"Not especially. I'm a little annoyed that Carolyn went behind my back, though." She shot a glare at the owl, who could only shrug.

"Hey, I was just trying to help."

"And I think you did." She turned back to Richter, grabbing at his shoulders and slithering up until they were at eye level, carefully making sure to rub over his sheath with some of her scutes, coaxing his cock back outside. "Wanna see how wide my mouth can open?"

He smirked. "What about your fangs?"

"I had those taken out ages ago," she said, opening her mouth to demonstrate that it was safe as could be. "You have nothing to worry about~"

She rubbed at his chest, reaching lower and lower down, but not quite able to reach at his sheath. Instead, she took the opportunity to wrap her lower body around him, squeezing herself tightly around his expanding cock and supporting herself in her current position.

"Well, you changed your attitude quickly!" he said, gasping sharply as she tightened her grip further.

"Do you mind?"

He shook his head as vigorously as possible.

"Well, then, why don't you take me to my bedroom and we can get this done?"

"I...don't know where that is."

"Well, how about I tell you?" Sally turned to Carolyn. "You okay on your own?"

"Yeah, this'll leak out eventually. I'll just take a quick--" The owl suddenly passed out, leaving them both alone.

"O...kay, then," Sally said, turning back to Richter. "Let's go!"

He stepped outside, Sally still tightly wrapped around him. She adjusted her position so her head was resting on his shoulder, but flicked her tongue out to get a taste of the surroundings and found something very familiar, soon hearing it as well.

"And then Valentina told me about that time she held up a grocery store with a hunk of wood she had painted to look like a gun and how she hit a cop with a pineapple..."

The loud clomping of hooves against the floor told them who, exactly, the fennec was talking to, and they soon saw both the fox and the cow walking down, the latter in rapt attention as the former rattled on. Sally noticed that Helen was no longer trying to cover up her breasts, instead just letting them hang free and slowly trickle milk.

"Ah, Julie, Helen, how nice to see you!" Richter greeted. "How are you lovely ladies doing?"

"Oh, Richter, hello!" Helen beamed, Julie waving at them wildly. "I'm feeling fantastic, thank you for asking!"

Julie nodded, rubbing a hand against her belly. "I feel great, too, I think it really took, I can already feel myself getting bigger!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Julie, you still have a ways to go. And after that, they still need to hatch."

"Actually..." Sally began," I was wondering about that. How exactly am I going to take care of ten or twelve kids, plus however many others we end up having until they grow up?"

"That's a good point, Richter," Helen agreed. "How, exactly, does that work?"

"Ah, well, you see, my hatchlings grow up rather...quickly."

"Accelerated growth? Fascinating. How quickly, exactly?" Sally continued.

"Let me put it this way. My breeding pattern is on about a six-month cycle, three to gestate, then three more to hatch. Now, of course, the instant after you lay your clutches, I'll breed you again--"

"Naturally," Sally added.

"--so in another three months, you'll have a newly-hatched clutch, and a newly-laid clutch. By the time the second clutch hatches, you'll have a third one laid, and the hatchlings from the original will have grown up enough to set out on their own. And really, you only need to keep an eye on them for the first two months."

Julie grabbed at her head. "Ugh, I hate math..."

"Incredible," Sally breathed, ignoring her. "Their cells would have to be dividing at a rate exponentially higher than normal! If we could figure out that mechanism, the benefits would be limitless!"

"But...how will they know enough to go out on their own in only three months?" Helen asked.

"Yet another advantage. According to the Septus scientists that have been studying this on Earth, they inherit the knowledge of both of their parents, in full. They'll apparently still need some help from the mothers to actually unlock it, but it's all there."

"Who...who told you all this?" Sally asked. "You can't have been communicating with Van Allen constantly up here. I'd have noticed!"

"No, but I was able to do that when I was in Septus' 'quarantine' spending time with my breeders."

Sally shook her head, slowly, yet smiling at the same time. "Van Allen really is a clever bastard, isn't he?"

"Money talks, make a few inspectors look the other way...and I'm free as a bird when I'm supposed to be in lockup."

Sally grinned. "You are just amazing...accelerated growth, inherited instinctual knowledge...you must realize how incredible all this is, from a scientific standpoint?"

"And convenient, too," Helen added.

"My wonders never cease," Richter said, prompting a small chuckle from the others. "I think you'll also be pleased to hear that only about half the clutches are eagles; the other half are the mother's species."

"Biodiversity is always healthy," Sally agreed.

"I've never seen a fox hatch from an egg before!" Julie said, bringing a finger to her chin. "Do you think that would even work?"

"They'll be fine, Julie, don't worry. Septus has carefully studied every aspect possible."

"Without telling me, of course," Sally huffed. "I certainly would have liked to know this stuff before. This would have been a huge help in my analysis!"

"Don't worry, you'll get everything they've learned," Richter said, reaching a hand down to the subtle group of scales that implied her slit and rubbing against it, coaxing a gasp from her. "In fact, I'll give you a hands-on demonstration myself."

"Well, personal confirmation is always an important part of any science..." She traced a finger down his beak, while he rubbed at her again.

"You don't seem to mind being naughty in front of other people," he noted.

"I've...tried some kinky stuff before, in college. It's a snake thing."

"Hm." He looked towards his other two breeders. "Care to help?"

Julie's face practically exploded with joy, while Helen simply leaned in closer and turned her head.

"Oh my god that would be the best thing ever because snakes are so cute and you taste really good and I kinda like to watch other people having sex but not in a creepy way because--"

"Thank you, Julie, you're in!" Sally yelled, turning to Helen. "How about you?"

She blushed slightly. "Oh, very well. What about Carolyn, and, uh..."

"Valentina?" Richter finished.

Helen looked away.

"You don't need to worry about her, Helen, she's much nicer than she let on. Besides, she's still resting from her breeding earlier. You know how bears are."

"And Carolyn?"

"Her, too."

"You must have done a number on them," Helen noted.

"Well, I did end up breaking the bed that Valentina and I were on."

"You what?" Sally asked, looking at him in shock.

"Oh, Septus can replace that no problem. You could probably just use a replicator, honestly.

"Sure, we'll replicate an entire bed," Sally hissed. "Wouldn't that hurt, anyway, fucking so hard the bed shatters?"

"I'll be more gentle with you, I promise."

"Now, I never said that," she said. "Where were we before we picked up these two?"

"I believe you were showing me the way to your room," Richter said. "Now, we shouldn't leave our guests waiting, should we?"

"I think Julie is about to blow up," Helen noted, stepping away from the literally vibrating fox.

"Yeah, let's go," Sally said, slapping Richter's rear end. His eyebrows raised, and they set off.

()()()

"I'm not actually sleeping in this room," Sally explained, as she let the group into the massive bedchamber, the great red planet upon the nano-screen towering behind the impressive bed. Julie and Helen "oohed" and "aahed" at its remarkable splendor, having never really seen something like it. "I'm not exactly a big fan of wide open spaces. I get nervous."

"Nothing much wider than the space around a planet," Richter agreed. "Can I have this room if you're not using it? I'm quite fond of Big Red, here."

"Feel free," Sally said, slithering over to the bed. "I'm perfectly fine with the standard room I got."

"Are you sure?" Richter asked.

"Really, it's okay. It's cozy, and it's easier to install a heatlamp above the bed when it's not a nano-screen. Speaking of which..." She pushed herself up onto the bed with her tail, sprawling her entire, rather impressive length across it with ease. Richter mused that, if she were stretched out beside him, she'd be several feet longer. "Want to help this cold-blooded lady warm up a bit?"

He chuckled and stepped forward, crawling onto the bed beside her and gazing deep into her eyes.

"Such lovely eyes," he said, cradling her head with one of his large hands. She retracted her hood to make it easier and moved closer, until the end of her snout was touching his beak. "I always wanted a snake breeder, but, well, there weren't any around."

"Mmm..."Helen moaned, craning over him and looking at their two companions. "Before we start...Helen, could you be a dear and come over here?"

"Uh...okay?" The cow stepped forward, not sure of how she could be involved yet. Still, she stopped at the bed, interested to see what the cobra was planning.

"Mmm, such nice breasts~" Sally moaned suddenly, darting forward and grabbing her massive upper breasts, while still remaining on the bed. Helen let out an "Eep!" as she squeezed one, forcing a thick stream out of its respective, impressive nipple.

"You said you were born from a hyper parent, right?" Sally asked, flicking her tongue out several times.

"W-well, yeah...but what does that have to do with it?"

"Let's just say I have a hypothesis going..." Sally moved forward, wrapping her lips around the nipple and clamping down hard, eager to taste milk from a hyper-born.

She wasn't disappointed.

As soon as the rich cream touched her sensitive tongue, the part of her mind devoted to taste nearly exploded. It was as if the milk had somehow reached up into her brain, grabbed at the taste receptors, and told them each individually "this is the best thing you have ever tasted in your damn life." There wasn't even anything she could compare it to; she cursed herself for not bothering to widen her palate beyond light stuff pulled from the break rooms in Septus' laboratories, because now she couldn't describe it to anybody else in the concrete terms she loved.

Of course, she didn't know how she might describe its filling effect, either; after reluctantly swallowing just the first spurt, she already felt full, and yet it still kept coming, pouring into her throat freely without any limit. Her eyes rolled up, and some of Helen's precious milk leaked out from between her lips as she gave into its wonder, only pulling away when she finally had to breathe.

"Was it good?" Helen asked, offering an unsure smile to the shocked, heavily breathing snake.

"That was...amazing..." she forced out, hardly able to speak.

"Well, pregnancy does bring on many physical changes," Richter noted. "Breeding with me...it must have done wonders."

"It did~" Helen turned to Julie, the fox looking quite curious. "You have to try this, now," she commanded. "I don't even care if it makes you bounce off the walls, just try some."

The fox almost teleported over, grabbing Helen's other breast and wrapping her own lips around the nipple while Sally returned to her own. She nearly collapsed in shock at the first taste of it; no amount of candy could possibly compare to what Helen was making for them. It crossed her mind that, with how constant the flow into both their mouths was, she should have run out...but Richter seemed bottomless, so why not her? She stopped thinking about that pretty quickly, letting the rich cream wash over her tongue and down into her belly.

"Ooh..." Helen moaned, cradling both their heads in her arms. "That...feels kinda nice..."

"It looks very nice," Richter said, glancing from the spectacle down to his growing erection. "Seriously, keep this up, this is fantastic."

Sally looked down at him, a smile forming on her face. "Is it?" she asked, pulling away again and wiping the remaining milk from her mouth. "Well, how about this?"

In a swift movement, she unhinged her jaw and wrapped it around Richter's cock, easily swallowing its entire length without issue. He gasped, arching his head back as she began to lick at his sheath, her long forked tongue managing to reach all the way down to his balls and slather all over them. She looked back, moving her lower body until her pussy, now soaking wet, was set in front of his face. He got the hint and stuck his own tongue out, taking a broad stroke across the scaled slit. She moaned around his length as he brushed across her clit, now quite engorged and throbbing with her eagerness.

"Not a bad taste," he observed, reaching up his finger and pinching the nub just slightly.

"And what do _you_taste like?" Sally asked, pulling away from his cock.

"Pretty good!" Julie said, pulling away as well. Richter realized, with a start, she hadn't actually stopped drinking from Helen in that entire time, as evidenced by the slight paunch in her belly. Helen, for her part, didn't seem especially bothered, and actually seemed disappointed when Julie ceased.

"Well, Julie seems to have good taste," Richter said, chuckling.

"All I've ever seen her eat here is candy," Helen said, grimacing. "I don't know how she can stand it."

"Really? I told her not to do that!" Sally complained.

"Oh, let her have her indulgences," Richter said, pinching her nub again and forcing a gasp from her. "Besides, I think she's just about finished."

Julie pulled away for the last time with a loud gasp, wiping away the milk from her muzzle. "WOW, that was great!" she cried, looking at the two on the bed. "Ooh, mind if I help?"

"What did you have in mind?" Richter asked.

"Oh, I dunno..." She kneeled down, grabbing one his feet and pressing her face up against it. "Somethin' like this?"

She gave a long, slow lick across it, starting from the middle talon all the way up to the back one. Richter shivered slightly, and returned to work on Sally's pussy, pushing his tongue into it rather deep. She hissed pleasantly as he did so, twisting her body to get face to face with him and look him deep in the eyes.

"Wanna see what I can do?" she asked, flicking her tongue out. He pulled his tongue back

"If it's what I think it is, then yes."

She grinned, and moved carefully until she had a clear shot at her own slick entrance, licking across it and pushing in. Richter's eyes widened; he could give himself head, easily, but he never considered the idea of self-cunnilingus!

"Now, now, leave room for me," he chided, putting his own muscle back inside. Sally wrapped around him, tight enough to gain some amount of control over him, and forced him to push deeper inside. He didn't resist; in fact, he helped her, her forked tip and his own rounded one soon touching against the entrance to her womb. She shuddered, not used to such a sensation. He pushed forward slightly, but found that the barrier wouldn't give just yet, and decided to pull back out, moving carefully and slowly, making note of the sounds Sally made so he would know where her sensitive spots were.

"Ready for the main event?" he asked, once they were both out and Sally fixed her tongue.

"Oh, yes," she moaned shifting her body again until her pussy was resting atop his colossal member, grinding against its whole length with her readied passage. "I've needed this for so long, and I didn't even know it."

He grabbed at her sides, lifting her up and allowing his tip to rest just against her entrance. "Well, then, let's make up for lost time!"

He pushed her down, hard, a bulge quickly forming in her flexible body as his cock passed through easily, thanks to their combined lubrication. She hissed loudly, tongue flailing wildly outside her mouth while her reptilian eyes dilated in shock. He paused just as he came to rest against her cervix, allowing her a short moment to recover before pushing hard once again, breaking through with practiced ease.

"I...I don't think that's supposed to go there," she huffed, looking down at her stretched scales.

"Aren't rules made to be broken?" he asked, reaching up to tilt her head down, until they were looking eye-to-eye again.

"I...is it safe?"

"Don't worry, it's fine. I've done this before, and there haven't been any problems."

"Julie?"

The fox drew away from Richter's foot, looking at her in confusion. "Hm?"

"When he...uh...penetrated your womb, did it...hurt?"

"Nope! It felt kinda good, actually, which I was expecting, because I had practiced with some things I bought online, but he was bigger than any of them so it was still kind of new for me--"

"Thank you, Julie," Sally said, hastily. "Now, uh, could you please return to Richter's...foot?"

"Sure!" She did so eagerly, applying her tongue back to his sole without hesitation.

"Actually, I still say you should get out of the way," Richter said, looking up at her. "If I kicked you on accident, it would hurt. A lot. And not in the good kind of way."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Oh, fine. But I'm still gonna help!"

She jumped onto the bed, quickly moving until she was straddling Richter's head and facing Sally.

"Hi!" she said, reaching down and grabbing one of her hanging breasts. She sucked in a breath as the fox started playing with the nipple, brushing her finger across it before pinching it and moving it around, the rest of the pendulous orb following slowly with it. She moaned softly, moving a hand to help Julie caress it.

"Ooh, Julie..." she hissed, allowing her eyes to droop slightly, and her hood to raise.

"Enjoying yourself?" Helen asked, moving onto the bed as well and taking her other breast.

"I certainly am," Richter offered, observing his two breeders pleasure a soon-to-be-third. "This is phenomenal."

"Ah...Richter, please, I need it..." Sally moaned, moving her hand down to rub over her bulging stomach.

"Very well." He tightened his grip on her side, while Helen and Julie moved away from her stomach and down to his balls. Both stuck out their tongues, rather lewdly, and began working on the massive orbs, gladly slathering all over them and tasting his wonderful musk, directly from its source.

"Just be careful," he said, slowly pushing Sally down even further onto his breeding pole. She grabbed onto his arms for support, barely able to support herself as her body was stretched beyond what she ever thought possible, even after watching all the things Richter had done to the others. Even with her greatest effort, she struggled to hold on as she was pushed down further, stretching her womb out further, as if preparing her for his huge load and, following that, his clutch. Julie and Helen drew away from his balls as Sally's impressive tail started to bear down on them, her long body almost parallel to his.

"Ooh~" Julie said, rubbing her hands over Helen's subtly shifting brown scales as she wriggled against Richter's body, barely able to stop herself from screaming out as he got closer and closer to fully hilting. "Snakes are so cool~"

"You like snakes?" Richter asked, grinning as he saw just how little of his cock was left outside Sally's body; barely two inches left, and then he could really get going. "Well, lucky you, because with the way Sally here is gripping my cock, there's going to be plenty of cute little snakes running around~"

He pushed just a bit more, and Sally's vent was fully pressed against his sheath, her fluids leaking around it and soaking into the feathers. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, still not fully believing this was happening.

"This is crazy..." she whispered, "this has to be a dream..."

"Only one come true," he said, reaching up to rub her cheek. "Ready for the next part?"

She nodded, and before she had time to prepare, Richter shifted his entire weight forward, gripping her tightly as he moved off the bed to a standing position, fast enough that Helen and Julie barely had time to get out of the way. Sally instinctively wrapped herself around him tightly, coiling around his hips once and allowing the rest to fall to the floor.

"I read that this was the best way to have sex with a naga," he explained, hooking his arms under hers. "And I must say, your scales feel wonderful."

He pulled her up, the walls of her pussy and the opening to her womb still gripping tightly even as the massive thing stretching them out was removed. She tried to help, pushing against him with her own powerful muscles, and soon the tip of his cock left her womb, allowing the chamber to close back up again.

"Wanna let me back in there?" Julie asked, jumping off the bed and kneeling slightly behind him, sticking her muzzle up in between his legs and right into his massive balls, churning with an eager load for the snake above.

"Just be careful," he warned. "They can really swing when I get going."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine," Helen said, getting off the bed and stepping over to him as well. "Besides, if we do this, that means you'll just have that much more for Sally, right?"

"I'm...not sure that's--"

Sally's words were torn from her throat as, without warning, Richter pulled down as hard as he could, slamming through her cervix with ease and forcing her to take him to the very hilt, bulging her stomach far more obviously with the shift in position. She desperately reached about for anything to grab onto as her mind exploded in pleasure, eventually managing to grip onto his shoulders as a few whimpers of pleasure escaped.

"No, they're right," he said. "I'll have plenty for you." He shuddered as Helen added her own tongue to his balls, finding plenty of room even as Julie freely slathered the feathered masses, urging them to produce even more cum for the snake.

Of course, they were enjoying themselves, too; the pungent taste of his musk on their tongues, more finding its way in with every square inch of him they covered, each molecule increasing their arousal by that much more. Even with how huge his balls were, and the fact that they hadn't even managed to cover half between them, they both thought there wouldn't be nearly enough of him.

They almost fell forward when he shifted his legs, spreading them apart and digging his claws into the floor to gain more support. Still, they remained diligent, eagerly lapping over him as he prepared to really go at the snake.

"You must have liked that," he said, grinning as she clenched down on his cock and started to breathe slightly heavier as the two breeders beneath coaxed more of his wonderful scent out. "Here, let me do it again." He pulled her back up again, making sure to go slow so that she could feel every pulsing vein and bump on his cock, and again pulled her back down with great haste, showing no mercy. With the additional support from her massive tail, it was quite easy to lift her up in this position, and even easier to pull her back down, so much so that she began to do it herself, using her powerful muscles to move herself back up his cock, carefully holding onto him to ensure she didn't fall off.

"Hey, come on," he said, "let me do all the work. You just sit back and enjoy yourself."

He pulled her down once more, and finally she cried out in pleasure, the desire to hold back shattered as his tip stretched her womb out; she couldn't help but lean back, just so it could stretch her belly out even more, the very scales straining to contain his girth.

Richter smiled. "There you go."

He began to get a proper rhythm going, pulling her up and back down with ease as she let out yet more loud hisses and moans of pleasure, some of them particularly loud as a bulging vein brushed up against one of her more sensitive spots, spots which would never have been touched by a smaller cock. A great heat started to build up deep inside her, egged on by his brutal thrusts and overbearing scent.

Even with Sally's iron grip around his cock, he could still feel his balls twitch slightly, greatly encouraged by all the attention they were receiving. "Damn," he muttered, slamming her down particularly hard as he did. "I'm gonna have so much for you....you'll be huge! My biggest breeder ever!"

She knew he wasn't lying. Even now, she could feel a subtle tingle in her ovaries among the growing heat, and she didn't need a biology degree to know what it was. Oh, yes, she would be huge, and then she would lay all those eggs, and while they were growing up impossibly fast, she'd do it again, and again, and again, with all his others...

The detailed thoughts of her future life as Richter's breeder, alongside so many other beautiful, gravid women, finally combined with the feeling in her stomach, and she exploded. She didn't orgasm often; she was, of course, too busy to bother even fingering herself once in a while. Even from limited experience, however, she knew this one was special. Each and every vertebrae in her lengthy spine burned with pleasure, and her brain, the center of it all, was cleared of all thoughts except for just how good she felt in that instant. Of course, it wasn't just "instant"; no, this carried on, a lingering burn after the initial burst. As it continued, her own juices began squirting out around Richter's still-pumping cock, some if it even managing to land on Helen's large, square nose. The tingle of her ovaries was still easily detected, even among all the other feelings coursing through her, and it seemed to have gotten stronger.

"Well, somebody's enjoying themselves," Helen said, wiping the fluid from her nose and taking a quick taste of it. It wasn't really much to speak of; it was a bit salty, but lacked a real flavor of its own. Oh, well.

"I know I am!" Richter growled, thrusting into Sally faster and faster, deep groans emanating from his throat, separate from his own will. He carried on, letting go of almost all control as he truly gave Sally everything he had. Each thrust into her earned a scream of pleasure, as did each pull out, and soon, he was going so fast they simply melded into each other, a continuous moan of orgasmic bliss as her body simply decided to stop building up and just cum around him as often as possible, the lubrication only enabling him to go even faster.

As he reached his own finish, he slowed down slightly, his cock burning with the sheer heat of their lovemaking. Helen and Julie moved their mouths up as his balls hiked up, a massive torrent of cum flowing into Sally with no stopping it. As her womb began to expand, he stepped back (to the protests of the cow and fennec beneath) and laid back down on the bed to support her soon-to-be weight. A new tingle started to form in her belly; could it have been her freshly-produced eggs being swarmed over by his massive sperm? It had to have been; first there was one, then a few more, and after about ten distinct tingling points, she gave up counting, choosing instead to look him in the eyes as she expanded.

And expand she did; even Carolyn, in the previous session, didn't grow quite so fast. By the first minute, she had reached second trimester; by the next minute, full-term with a clutch double what her species would normally carry, and still he came. She tried to imagine it, the countless trillions, quadrillions, even, of swimmers swarming over her eggs, flooding every crevice of her womb and then some, but found that the overwhelming rapture flooding her mind made it impossible.

"Wow, I didn't know you could make that much!" Julie said, observing the snake's rapidly-growing belly. "If you keep that up, she might pop!"

Richter felt a moment of panic. Was that possible? It had never happened before, but neither had he produced so much. Besides, he didn't really need to empty fully into her...

"You know what they say, Sally," he said, sitting up and taking hold of her, "sharing is caring!"

Before she could ask what that meant, he pulled her off his cock, her belly barely a fifth the size of what Carolyn's had been, and the force of his cum spraying into her only made the task easier. Thick white jets flowed out around his cock as he did so, and when he finally managed to pull out, setting her on the floor before him, it practically poured over her, and soon Julie and Helen as well, as they took their positions to partake in the impressive feast.

The first thing Sally noticed as his volume flowed over her like a firehose was how thick it was; though she had observed the samples in the lab, feeling it flow over her scales, across her breasts, and down to the floor made it clear just how much it contained. While normal semen might have been watery, even from another hyper, his seemed to be almost pure sperm, with perhaps only a small fraction devoted to some binding agent.

The second thing she noticed was how good it tasted. It was rich, almost sweet, yet had a salty tang to it that gave it that subtle extra dimension. Indeed, once it hit her forked tongue, and she eagerly swallowed her first large mouthful, she almost had to fight the other two breeders to get it, trying to get as close to his tip as possible so that it would simply shoot right into her. She would manage to get a fair amount, then either the fox or the cow would push her out of the way to get their own fair share, rubbing the cum into their own fur, and her scales.

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty for all of you," Richter advised, scratching Julie's large, now cum-soaked ears. It wasn't even coming out in pulses, more of a constant stream, coating them, staining them, permanently marking them with his scent so that everybody would know who they belonged to, inside and out.

He couldn't help but laugh as Sally began rubbing her breasts together, moaning and relishing the feeling as her nipples tingled with the first drops of milk, all the aspects of his biology accelerating hers in preparation for what would no doubt be a huge clutch. Helen followed suit with her massive upper pair, and Julie as well. He thought the fox's pair had gotten larger, though with the thick coating that dripped down into a growing puddle below, it was hard to tell.

Shame so much has to go to waste, he thought, looking at the puddle in a sort of disgust. No doubt the floors would absorb it, and attempt to recycle what little water there was to refill the station's reserves, but that was no good; his breeders deserved to have it as-is, straight from the tap. If only there was another mouth.

"Aw, man, you started without me?" Carolyn complained, stepping in the doorway and observing the show before her. Her belly had receded, slightly, now being far closer to Sally's current size. She probably wouldn't be too happy about the mess in the laboratory, but considering how eagerly she was going for Richter's cum, perhaps not.

"Care to join us?" Richter offered, gesturing at his cock and the three eating from it. They turned to her slightly, just enough to acknowledge her presence, and promptly returned to their feast. "There's plenty for everybody."

She licked the edges of her beak as his scent, a small hint of his true taste, teased her nostrils, and she stepped forward, feathers puffing as she kneeled down to the side of Richter's cock, hands pressed against his legs for support as she, too, began to gulp down his essence alongside the others. What she couldn't manage to take in seeped into her feathers, the thick white tufts managing to hold almost all of it, preventing any waste from adding to the puddle below. Now, only one was missing, and soon enough, she came into the fray.

"Christ, I could smell you from my room downstairs," Valentina complained, observing the scene. Helen and Julie now all sported slight paunches as their stomachs struggled to hold Richter's meal for them, though nowhere near Carolyn and Sally's impressive sizes. The puddle was now massive, spreading out almost to the door and seeming an inch thick. She stepped through it, almost wading as the scent wafted up to her sensitive, twitching nose. By the time she reached the group on the bed, any thought other than getting as much of Richter's cum as possible had left her mind, taking up the side opposite Sally and partaking, trying to catch up to what the others had so selfishly taken.

And so it was for some time, how long they didn't care, all partaking in the basest of desires simultaneously: eat and fuck. Richter seemed quite literally bottomless, the puddle managing to get ankle-deep and seep out into the hallway. His balls began to ache as they tirelessly pumped more and more of their production through his shaft and into the waiting maws of his five newest conquests, who still managed to drink down as much as they could even as their bellies wobbled with his fluid weight, and some accidently went back up through their nose just by sheer volume. They didn't complain; how could they dare, when he was being so generous as to feed them so much of something so delicious?

Of course, with how much he was giving out, even he had to finish, and after what felt like both an eternity and far too soon, he ceased, lying down on the bed and splashing some onto himself as the flow finally ceased. He let out a breath, having finally tired, as his breeders decided to relax as well, Helen and Julie joining in a tight hug as they collapsed into the puddle below, reaching down to feed each other and rub it in each other's fur, hoping it might somehow improve its color or volume. Sally and Valentina did something similar, the snake coiling around the bear's generous body tightly, rubbing her paws with the end of her tail and wrapping her mouth around her breast, hoping her milk compare with Helen's as they rolled around the floor, pints of cum covering their whole bodies.

As for Carolyn, she elected to take the bed, reasoning that all the cum would take ages to wash out, and that adding more wouldn't be any sort of favor. She laid down next to the tired stud, eying him hungrily.

"Not bad," she said. "I'd love to know how you managed to do that kinda thing."

"It's...a talent..." he huffed. "You'll have all the time in the world to study it once we get back to Earth."

"Hm." She rubbed over her soaked, now-pregnant belly. "You know they won't let us use cryosleep on the shuttle. Too dangerous with the, ah, extra cargo."

"I'm sure we can entertain ourselves for a week."

"They'll probably have every movie there's ever been on there," she noted.

"Not quite what I meant." He looked to the wall, looking over the Great Red Spot which still raged on after so many centuries, the oval seeming to look back at him somehow. "I'm going to miss Jupiter."

"Yeah." She draped a hand over his chest. "We still have a few days before the shuttle gets back, you know."

"Oh, yes," he said. "Might as well get a little extra...study done, yes?"

She grinned. "Oh, yes."

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