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Humans have always known they weren't the first beings to eventually expand into space travel. In fact, the first race was over a million years ago: a rather mysterious group of people who never made themselves known. Everyone called them 'The Illuminum', and much of their history is shrouded by age and lack of knowledge. Their technology is hard to come by, their codexes even rarer.

When Humans finally managed to make contact with other civilizations in the Universe, the first they met were a collection of hard-scaled Reptiles known as Tirrans. They weren't particularly pleased about the idea of a 'newcomer' amongst the elite, but they weren't about to push anyone away, either. Humans were accepted quickly and readily into the fold of the Galactic Freedom Movement with thanks to the Tirrans and various other races. It wasn't like they needed forcing: the very first Humans into space were Americans, and the front was all about Freedom. Why would they ever turn it down?

Once they had the Universe's doors open to them, the remaining foreign factions became quickly known to them. Amongst them were the vile and ravenous Sprakk.

Sprakk were...a rather peculiar race to come into being. They originally descended from a series of desert-like planets that flew just a little too close to their own twin-suns that orbited around one-another. Their home planet moved in a figure of 8 between the two suns in a delicate orbiting cycle that seemed impossible to most scientists, yet existed anyway. For a long time, no life could be seen, then in a matter of centuries, insectoid creatures had come up from the sand with rock-hard chitin that seemed to reflect most of the bad reactions from the sun. They became evolved, sentient, and their civilization quickly spread into a full-fledged Empire within the space of 4000 years.

They initially derived from insects similar to cockroaches, only to evolve with a similar variance that Humans have. They went from a standard 8-legged posed into a bipedal stance. Their initial maze of eyes were reduced to 2, or 4 or 6 at best. The variance of their looks, and the number of their limbs was astounding, some of them bearing a resemblance to surly brutes with near-impenetrable chitin and 4 arms to boot, whilst others were short and lithe, easy to break with only 2 arms to defend themselves. Their way of life quickly went from the usual state of survival to pure indulgence after technology eased their suffering. They manufactured a paste for all their nutrients that hardened their chitin and made it easier for them to live. From there, it was all downhill.

After the discovery of space travel and the freedom to explore from their desolate home planet, the Sprakk had made the bold move to evacuate their entire colony onto massive, behemoth motherships. Under the command of their ruler, the Sprakk boarded and abandoned the cities they once had in exchange for the odd town-esque life of ship travel. Their quarters were cramped, and mess halls were incredibly dirty. The only spacious areas on the ships were cargo holds, which quickly became overrun with Sprakk descendants. Within a matter of half a century, it was clear they were struggling: their ships were becoming almost too damaged beyond repair, and they were having trouble keeping up with the monthly supplies of food. It was then that the Galactic Freedom Movement took them in.

It was the break the Sprakk desperately needed. The majority of the ship's captains happily accepted the aid and even took a little too much of it, greedily craving the easy existence they once had. Upon the offering of planets for land in exchange for their allegiance, they readily accepted with a little too much haste, and were already out the door before everything was signed. The GFM had a new, promising race at their backs, but it was a mistake all along.

Under the Movement's protection, the Sprakk had the freedom to flourish, and they did just that. After settling on various worlds with diverse habitats, the bugs began to evolve rather quickly. Some developed more acute senses of hearing, smelling, and touching, whilst others grew more harsh and deadly. But above all that, they scavenged: it was clear that the majority of Sprakk outlaws like to collect other Race's loot, but they were only following by example. The various Sprakk governments, of which there was no one true united leader, often took hand-outs from varying countries. It got to the point where no Sprakk planet had any technology they had built themselves, but rather, it was all reverse-engineered technology they had borrowed from other nations. Their entire cities network was a mismatch of varying technologies that often didn't work well together or faced conflicting problems. There were continual issues, but the Sprakk didn't care: many were thankful for a life without harsh climates, where they could enjoy the warm sun and the pleasure of flesh.

Was there blissful existence to last? Of course it was: even now, their civilisation was still considered promising to many of the Movement's user base. Many of them commented on the brutish Sprakk that lived in the harsher climates of Sprakk Colony #384 and beyond appeared well-suited for combat, in comparison to the short, fat Sprakk of Colony #9423, who had leaking sored where their chitin cracked from overeating. Whilst some were disgusted at the Race, others considered it an experiment of sorts. Nonetheless, the Sprakk were at the stage where independence was easy. Not all of them were idiots, after all. One such individual was called Kagane Tezzerak.

Kagane started out life in the slums of Sprakk Colony #2831. His mother was a chain-smoker of foreign cigarettes that resembled something like a Cigar, but was more electronic. Her particular brand specialised in giving off hallucinogenic effects similar to Heroin, or other similar drugs. His father, on the other hand, had died when he was young in a factory accident, squashed by a falling crate of remarkably heavy tech. Kagane was the man of the house, and he spent half of his young life poking his mother to make sure she wasn't dead, whilst the other half was spent stealing books amongst attending the run-down school at the far end of the dirty path he lived on. Not only that, but he also had the responsibility of 4 other siblings, all of whom were born minutes after he was. They were all the same age, but he was technically the oldest.

His studies were poor, and his teachers often too drunk or too high to care much for education, but he had clung onto one thing: business. If he could get anywhere in the world, it was through business: starting his own company, or joining an existing one and making it flourish. But even that was difficult. Lacking any real-life experience meant he struggled to come to terms with a business idea. But, the opportunity soon arose.

Amongst his siblings, they derived a way to easily profit from the things they stole whilst passing them off as something new. They would steal specific things: cigarettes, food, bottles of drink, and the like. They were things that people could never assume they stole, and if they wrote of them, the bugs would smudge them out. The money quickly came pouring in as they set up a 'shop' to sell their stolen goods back to the very customers they had taken them from. It was risky, but many of them were drug addicts and struggled to remember what day it was, let alone who took their drugs.

Kagane's market grew, and he ended up hiring more people to profit from the small venture. Without laws to demand licenses for shops like those, they were quickly able to expand to the entire area of the slums and beyond. But, as Kagane got older, he found the venture too small-minded and simple for his tastes. He grew stressed, and even dabbled in the same drugs his mother took. He had almost become hooked, were it not for his brothers and sisters.

Before long, Kagane was 25. He had managed to work his way from the slums of Colony #2831 and had hitched a ride on a space shuttle to a foreign land, a different planet with an entirely different race. People looked at him odd, but once they got to know him, they respected him. Kagane hated being stereotyped, and he was quick to dismiss all rumors about him: he was smart, intelligent, and ready to work.

It was 2 years after his arrival of the planet known as 'Delta-39', that he met an aspiring businessman known as Harain. He was a peculiar fellow: a bipedal feline with an odd combination of 4 years and 2 tails known as a Montsai. Harain explained his contacts: mercenaries, mainly, that could do work for money, or rather, the Universal currency of Space Chips. Kagane, whilst reluctant, felt he had nothing to lose by agreeing, so they shook hands on it and entered into business together.

Not a day went by that Kagane didn't think about their first visit. It wasn't before long that their small group of mercenaries that exploded into an entire network of soldiers for hire. They were on every corporate register, hired to do anything from simple bodyguard work, to all-out civil wars and rioting. They were quickly known for their brilliant service and aid to the war economy. Kagane made money alarmingly quickly, and at the young age of 35, he was quickly becoming known as one of the biggest upcomers in the entire Universe, alongside his companion. The two of them were quickly making money, almost too fast to count. They set up headquarters and quickly hired more and more mercenaries. Within the space of 10 years, they were one of the leading Mercenaries groups in the entire Universe.

It was then that Harain took gravely ill. Of course, many suspected the worse, but Kagane knew the entire truth: Montsai had a fragile lifespan due to the irregular deformities they often possessed. Harain's organs were shutting down, and Kagane stayed with him until the end. The feline had lived to an impressive age of 43, and in his will, he dictated that the Sprakk would obtain all his company assets. Rumors quickly spread, and Kagane could do nothing to stop them. After several months, there was an inquiry, and they looked into the death of Harain. Nothing implicated Kagane's involvement in his death, and he was acquitted without charge. The company stayed strong, despite the lashing to it's reputation, and Kagane became the sole founder and CTO of the company, alongside his board of directors, of course.

Shortly after his friend's demise and the inquiry into his passing, Kagane came in contact with one of his siblings who wanted to see him. He hadn't heard from them in over 15 years, and naturally accepted their proposal, offering to pay their travel expenses, which was politely accepted in turn. He had 2 brothers, and 2 sisters. It was the youngest of his sisters, by a mere minute, that contacted him. Her name was Lijin, and the last time he had seen her, she was brutish, ruthless, and criminally mischievous. She was remarkably different when he went to greet her at the airport: everything about her form, figure, and body screamed elegance. The two discussed lost time, and the reasons for her change became clear.

Shortly after Kagane had left to start his new life, Lijin had done the same. She had left, and found herself struggling on the streets of a Tirran Colony. She explained, in rather vivid detail, that she had had to perform many heinous acts in order to garner any money to live by, and Kagane apologised for that. She then went on to explain how she had met a man who took her in, cared for her, and eventually loved her. It was then that Kagane understood her reasons for being here.

It was plain and simple: Sprakk DNA couldn't interchange with any other DNA out there. There were no hybrids, or mutants. In fact, their entire reproductive systems relied almost entirely on the Male counterparts. Male Sprakk planted their seed inside the female, who's chemicals and organs would then fertilise the seed, which then solidified into an egg, which was then expelled. Kagane quickly came to the conclusion that Lijin wanted a child and sought his DNA for it. The assumption was quickly confirmed by her.

Kagane, at the time, was affronted by it. The two of them argued back and forth for an hour on the subject, and for good reason. Kagane now lived in a society where such an act as Incest was so heavily frowned upon that they might as well make it illegal. Lijin argued that, in their culture, Incest was something to be embraced, for it meant the reproduction of their species. Whilst mixtures of generation was not uncommon, it was generally preferred to engage in Incest with other Sprakk of the same age: brothers, sisters, cousins, and so on. Not often did fathers and daughters, nor mothers and sons procreate: the bond between offspring was often above the 'sensation' of desire and lust. As Kagane tried to count off the various problems incurred by inbreeding, Lijin quickly shut him down and explained to him outright that he either give her a child or she would do something drastic, with someone else. Kagane knew just how ruthless she could be. With a heavy sigh, he resigned to it. Letting all constraints to, the duo embraced into a heated night of passionate love-making, their chitin rubbing against one-another, hands caressing and stroking. In the morning, the regret had well and truly set in, yet Lijin was adamant on her demands. Kagane had wanted her to leave, but she demanded he keep her there, in his home, until the egg was expelled and could be properly taken care of. In addition, Lijin guiltily explained that her current husband didn't know of their meeting.

With a heavy heart, Kagane allowed his sister to remain with him for the 8 weeks it took for the egg to fertilise and dislodge from her uterus wall. Once it was expelled, Kagane had various doctors take care of the egg in his own house in an incubation chamber. Lijin appeared excited, whilst Kagane was...nervous, to say the least. He had never had a child of his own before this: he was never truly interested in Sprakk females, and it was no surprise that many Sprakk indulged in pleasure of other genders, either. Kagane wasn't of the sort, however: his business had taken top priority.

Yet, despite everything, Kagane did love his sister, and he never would have predicted what happened next: a freak accident, a car crash that results in Lijin being run over by one of the swerving cars. It left her in a critical condition, and after several weeks, Kagane was informed she was in a coma she might never wake up from. Racked with grief and the sudden responsibility of a child, the wealthy insectoid turned to drink to help with his problems: all it did was exacerbate it.

Sprakk eggs took several months to hatch, and by the time to egg was due, Kagane had sunk down into a deep depression over the loss of two close people in the space of several months. Whilst the drink had attempted to help, he found himself hiding his shame in turning to it more and more until he became cold and calculated.

He rushed to the medical room when word came of the egg's hatching, and he watched the miracle of life unfold right in front of his eyes. The little insectoid, only a foot tall, broke free from it's shell and it's eyes immediately set upon Kagane himself. After a quick go-ahead from the doctors, the father picked him up and he stared down at his little boy, wrapped in blankets to keep his soft chitin safe. The signs of inbreeding were obvious: a pair of extra mandibles, either side of the main pair, that appeared completely useless. Kagane sighed, yet, he felt the overwhelming sense of pride. He had fathered his own child, and he quickly found out it was a son. Of course, the name was obvious: he'd name him after his father, who was a good, hard-working Sprakk.

His name: Kaare. Kaare Tezzerak.

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The room's air was heavy with the sweet smell of sex. In the dim light, two bodies gyrated in unison. One lay on all fours, the masculine grunts evident in the air, whilst the one on top appeared to also sound male, his crotch rolling back and forth against the other's rear-end. There was a glint, the gleam of a barrel of a gun through the thin cracks of light in the window's blinds.The barrel was pointed directly at the male underneath, the cold metal pushing right into the back of his skull.

Their 'love-making' continued for multiple thrusts before the one on top left out a long sigh, pushing himself in as far as he could go. The wet sounds of his cock moving back and forth filled the air as he orgasmed into the other Male's behind. There was a moment of silence before the male on top removed himself from the other's behind, stepping towards the other end of the room.

"Alright, get out."

The light switch was flicked, revealing the two parties involved. One was a standard Tirran, with rich ebony scales with a head similar to a human's crocodile. He bore a look of pure shame and anger as he quickly rose to his feet, closing the gap between him and the other.

The other male quickly pointed his gun on the Lizard's direction. He was an Insectoid, and a short one at that. Standing at only 5 foot tall, his set of mandibles clicked together eagerly as a deformed extra pair wriggled. Between his legs was a moist slit, it's edges dampened by a clear fluid. He was a Sprakk, and he appeared to have the upper hand. Slowly, he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his chitin-plated waist as he gestured with the gun towards the door.

"Better go before that cum solidifies." He suggested with a look that suggested he was a little too smug for this situation. He looked scrawny, weedy: he could easily be overpowered, if he hadn't had a gun in his grip.

The Lizard remained silent for a moment as he sat up, frowning. Then, the situation quickly dawned on him, and his mouth hung open, shocked.

Sprakk had a confusing mating cycle, especially for Males: In hot environments over 36 degrees, their viscous fluid kicks into action and solidifies over a 2 hour period, forming smooth spheres approximately 4 inches in diameter, no matter where it is. No-one knew quite why they acted this way when infertile: perhaps it was an easy way to clean out the insides of another. Luckily, these spheres detach shortly after forming, and their porous membrane leaks lubricating fluid to allow Sprakk partners to easily eject them. To the untrained orifice, it was excruciatingly painful, and often meant a trip to the hospital. This case was no different when the Tirran quickly realised his predicament.

"B-- What?" The Tirran looked mortified. "You said nothing about that! You little shit, I'm going to fu--"

"Ah-ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you." The Sprakk stepped forwards as the gun emitted a small whine, charging up some sort of short. The Tirran immediately backed off and seethed on the spot, before picking up a shirt.

"You'll pay for this, you fucking bug." He muttered under his breath as he tugged on his pants, striding towards the door with shirt in hand. The insectoid watched him go and blew out a sigh as he heard the door slam, indicating his 'partner' had left.

The insectoid let out a long sigh again and he stretched, sauntering over to the kitchen on his two-toed feet. It had been an interesting evening: he'd picked up the fellow at a nearby bar, and it hadn't taken much persuading to get him to bottom. Of course, when you have a gun, everything is easy.

There was a high-pitched whine in the bug's ear-hole, and he winced, quickly tapping it.

"If you're gonna fuck, Kaare, at least turn off the microphone." A voice scolded him, and he shook his head as he retrieved a glass jar of coffee beans. A human delicacy, apparently, and he found the taste just about bearable. He scooped two spoonful into a mug as he boiled the kettle.

He was in Liverpool, a city that most humans in the country known as England call 'a shithole'. Most of it's outskirts were mundane, using technology from as early as the 21st century. He flicked the switch on a kettle and heard the jarring sound of boiling water as he patiently waited, spoon in hand.

"Ah, I know you love it, Linda." Kaare teased with a sleazy grin on his face, or the equivalent of such.

He had never met Linda face to face, but they had shared correspondence over several months now. She was hired by his father to essentially keep up-to-date with Kaare's activities: what planet he was on, what he was doing, and so on. Whilst he would have preferred to keep his private life private, she had insisted, and he knew his father would go to great lengths to ensure his wellbeing. Kagane wasn't loving, per say, but he seemed to realised Kaare was all he had left, so he kept tabs on him to make sure he remained living.

"Absolutely not. Did you at least give that poor man some advice before you kicked him out the door?" Linda begrudgingly replied, sounding like she was in a sour mood. But then again, she often was.

"Nope. Pretty sure he can just squeeze them out later: no big deal." Kaare replied nonchalantly as the kettle's switch flicked back up, indicating that the water was sufficiently hot. Such a primitive tool.

"No big deal? Kaare, those eggs are 4 inches in diameter! You know that." Linda sounded utterly shocked, and the insectoid just shook his head, chuckling under his breath as he poured water into the mug. He stirred the brew with a spoon.

"He'll be fine. Quit your nagging, Linda. What do you want this time? Drug test? Location? What?" He asked, sounding a little sour himself: he never really liked his privacy being violated, especially by his father's 'secretary'.

"Your father wants to see you." Her jaw was set, and she sounded rather uncomfortable.

"What for? Another awkward pat on the back and the offer of rehab? No thanks."

"No. He says it's important." Linda sounded more and more uncomfortable, as if she knew he would react badly to the news.

"Tell him to call me."

"He prefers this face to face."

Kaare let out another long, exhausted sigh as he sipped his coffee. He recoiled from the taste: the beans might be off. He was in a shitty, run-down house on the outskirts of Liverpool. He didn't even know whose house this was: he'd broken in weeks ago and no-one had come since he'd been here. He set the mug down and instead retrieved his flask of premium grade alcohol that he picked up from the slums of a pretty run-down colony. It was the expensive stuff, no less, so they must have stole it. It had just the right amount of sickly burn as it ran down his throat.

"Where and when?" Kaare asked as he set the flask on the counter, wandering into the bedroom to scoop up his clothes. Sprakk typically wore whatever they wanted: he'd seen many in loincloths and T-Shirts as if it was a normal thing. He prefered very basic slacks and a loose shirt himself.

"His Office. He's already arranged a shuttle to Liverpool for noon: he's making sure the pilot takes you to the right place this time." Linda curtly replied. On their previous appointment, Kaare had managed to 'coerce' the pilot into dropping him off at the nearest planet with civilisation, where the Sprakk had promptly missed his appointment because he was mandible-deep in a female's behind.

"...Fine." Kaare grunted his annoyance out as he quickly went into the kitchen to collect his flask. He checked the time: 11:30.

"Where's the shuttle? You coulda told me I was running behind." He grumbled into his microphone. It was an implant that had been put into his neck: easy to turn off, at least. All he had to do was tap it.

"You were busy. The shuttle's at the Airport...or whatever the humans call it." Linda pulled up a map on her monitor, which Kaare was obviously unable to see.

"You're a 10 minute drive away: get packing." She firmly added as Kaare groaned his exhaustion.

It took him a moment, but eventually Kaare had packed his necessities, which was little, and mostly didn't belong to him: he took various packets of instant noodles from the cupboard and stuffed them into his shoulder bag along with his flask and a bottle of wine he found in the fridge. In addition, he decided to take a few of the shirts in the owner's wardrobe, before clambering out the same way he came in: through the window.

"Lance is waiting for you." Linda spoke clearly into his ear as Kaare peered over the other side of the street. True enough, there was a sleek black car. Even in a planet such as Earth, they resorted to primitive technology, but Kaare wasn't fooled: inside the hood was a thermonuclear engine that could run without fuel for an indefinite amount of time. It also featured various safety techniques that made it one of the safest 'cars' ever engineered. It was a marvel of Human engineering, though many other societies had used similar tech many centuries ago.

With some reluctance, Kaare made his way across the road and into the back of the car, settling himself into the leather seat. He peered towards the front of the car and spotted Lance's fishy cranium. He was an Alien that heralded from a primarily aquatic-based planet, that eventually evolved passed the need for gills. Kaare could see the sleek black technology of his nano-breathers on either side of his neck.

"Buckle up." Lance garbled as he put the car into Drive, sliding out from his parking space and picking up speed down the road. Lance was a nice guy, or tried to be: he was big, bulky, and impressively strong: Kaare had once see him almost lift a car, though he hadn't quite managed it. Despite that, the fish was modest: he also wore a tight-fitting suit that showed off none of his muscles, despite the many times Kaare had suggested a tank top.

Lance had been with Kaare for about a year now, and if the Sprakk had even a shred of empathy, he would have felt sorry for him: Lance often had to chaperone many late-night dealings and various back-alley fucks. He had seen a lot, but he could be thankful that Kaare hadn't forced it upon him, yet.

The drive was short, as was Kaare's temper. Wanting to avoid necessary conflict, Lance drove in silence, and before long, the airport was in sight. They had developed it a lot from it's original roots: there was now an impressive tunnel that stood out from the building at a 45 degree angle. The Spaceport: it had technology capable of propelling spacecraft at impressive speeds, with the aim to jettison them into space within a matter of minutes. It cut down on the initial times it took to launch by a staggering amount.

Kaare stepped out from the car and Lance followed suit. The bug's eyes swept over his 'bodyguard' and noticed he was carrying a number of sidearms.

"Nervous, Lance?" Kaare had to ask, since his safety was paramount, in his own made. The fish shifted as he walked and turned his head down towards the bug with large, gooey eyes.

"...Nope." He replied shortly and turned his head back towards the airport. Lance was never that talkative at the best of times.

As they stepped into the main lobby of the airport, Kaare's wide bug-eyes scanned over the various species of people until he finally settled on the gate suited for private jets. This was usually where he left the planet, as most of the space-jets occupied by Tazz Corps. were often privately owned. With Lance in tow, the insectoid strode across the foyer, barging through various people in his path. They expressed severe anger at his lack of manners, but quickly shrank away when they spotted the behemoth following him. Kaare was quick to cut in line and get to the front, and luckily, no-one argued. If they had, they probably would have got a face-full of Kaare's gun barrel, and things would have got a lot more complicated.

"S'there a spacejet leavin' in...4 minutes?" Kaare eyes had flicked to the clock as he spoke: he'd somehow got here in time, thankfully. He took the moment to run his eyes over the receptionists voluptuous figure as she searched for his details.

"Private Flight #492, to the Aquinas Quadrant, Sector 43-C." The woman read out as she printed out a ticket. "Mr. Tezzerak? They are waiting for you, sir."

Kaare noticed she was disguising her disgusting as she handed the ticket over, and he winked at her to make her feel even more uncomfortable as he took the slip of paper from her hands. She gestured to her left, towards the narrow corridor leading towards the airfield, and he strode towards it. Lance had said nothing the entire conversation, and he said nothing now as he followed.

"So, Lance, seein' anyone pretty lately?" Kaare asked nonchalantly as they walked down some steps into another corridor, where two suited guards waited at the end. Lance merely grunted a response and the Sprakk rolled his eyes.

"Suit yourself." Kaare added curtly. They reached the door and the guards swung it open to reveal their jet, already in position for flight at a harsh 45 degree angle. In many other worlds, they possessed better technology for launch that didn't require you to scale a hill to achieve it, but Earth and Humans in general were still struggling with the technology of other species: It had taken them a considerable length of time to get this far.

It took Kaare 10 minutes to get his luggage checked by their standard, on-board guards, thanks to Tazz Corps. He eventually managed to get a seat on the plane, thankful he was the only one they had decided to pick up. Of course, Lance deserved a spot as well, but he opted to remain at the back where the Insectoid was always in his eyeline. The Sprakk was already opening up a book as the ship readied for launch. In a matter of minutes, the engines had started up.

Like a rocket, they jettisoned from Earth's surface with the help of the technology surrounding them. It was difficult to explain how it worked, but it essentially amplified the power of the engines through various interactions, which gave it the boost it needed to break Earth's orbit without any failed attempts. In under a minute, they were out into space and Kaare glanced briefly out the window to see the vast expanse of darkness.

"Your estimated journey time is approximately 72 hours. Complimentary food and clothing will be provided," A woman's voice chimed over the intercom and Kaare rolled his eyes. "Should you need to rest during the trip, simply press the Snooze button at the front of the cabin to dim the lights. Thank you."

The Insectoid leant back in his seat and let out a long sigh. This was going to be a boring trip without something interesting to occupy his time. And there was only a few things that could do that: The ship's staff, or Lance.

The Sprakk unclipped his seatbelts and stood up. Most spacecraft felt like you weren't even moving at all, so it was easy enough to walk around. He strode towards the back of the small-ish cabin and stood just to the right of Lance's seat, staring down at him. The large fish-man appeared to be reading a book, and he glanced up at the insectoid, briefly.

"No." He replied simply, knowing exactly what Kaare was after. The Sprakk sagged his shoulders a little, looking irritated.

"I wasn't askin'." Kaare reached behind his back and retrieved his gun, having moved it in the car from his bag to his person, just in case. Lance didn't even look phased that the gun was being pointed right at him.

"You know that doesn't work on me." Lance grunted, looking back down to his book.

"Didn't hurt to try, did it? C'mon, Lance. You know it was fun last time."

The fish-man let out a long sigh as he closed his book and set it to the side. He observed Kaare for a moment with his slightly unsettling yellow eyes and pressed his hand to his head.

"You're going to keep pestering until we do, aren't you?" He sounded resigned to the idea already, and Kaare clicked his mandibles together eagerly.

"You bet." He quickly replied as he made his way back to his side. He tugged the lever at the side and the back of the chair sloped to a reasonable angle, enough for him to lay back comfortably. He flopped down onto his seat and patted the armrest, looking a little excited. It wasn't often he got to do it mostly consensually.

Lance quickly closed the distance between them, looking a little annoyed, but eager to get this over and done with before he prolonged it any more than he needed to.

"You know the rules." Lance grunted, sounding meticulous in his mating habits. "Condom only."

Kaare waved a hand, as if he understood and didn't care to give it a response. Lance reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved a small film packet. The Sprakk recoiled for a moment.

"Gross. Did you really pick up those horrible Human condoms? Did you run out or something?" Kaare asked, incredulous. Human condoms were incredibly outdated, and had never been engineered to be any better.

"It's all I could get. Relax. You're about the size of a Human, anyway." Lance retorted as he got down onto his knees. His large hands moved over and he started sliding Kaare's trousers past his hips. The Sprakk spluttered expletives in return to the comparison, but his hips lifted up slightly to let the trousers slip past. Lance left them at his knees as he quickly examined Kaare's crotch.

Sprakk often had slits to hide their genitalia, and Kaare was no different: the thin line of a slit was exposed to the air, the chitin around it snugly fitting to it's lines and curves. One of Lance's digits pressed against the entrance and he slowly moved his finger up and down.

"Yeah, that's it..." The Sprakk groaned, leaning back in his seat and rolling his head back, sighing contently as Lance wriggled his finger around. After a few moments, the tip of the member began to slide out, stretching the firm slit-lips until it was exposed to the air. It pushed forwards, growing with each passing second as lance used his fingers to tease the very tip.

"You know just how to turn me on." Kaare grunted, tensing up from the light teasing as his cock pulsed and grew relatively quickly. Within a minute, he was already at half-mast, the length of his insectoid member covered in a sticky, thin liquid. It was a natural lubricant that helps to ease the cock from it's slit as well as aid with penetration.

Soon, Kaare reached full-mast. The member itself was relatively bland: each side of its girth was lined with ridges all the way down to the base, and stopped a few inches from the tip. The rest with oddly smooth, but clearly a little veiny. Other than that, there wasn't much to it, yet each grope and squeeze seemed to make Kaare shudder.

Before the Sprakk could really get into it, he heard the ripping of the film condom and peeked open an eye to see Lance already tearing open the wrapper.

"Already? Come on, just a little more!" The Sprakk looked frustrated, and anger spread quickly on his face.

"You want it or not? My rules, we agreed." Lance was quick to reply as he pulled the slimy condom from its packet. Even he thought it was inferior to most recent technology, but, Humans seemed to get along just fine with it.

Kaare muttered under his breath as Lance pinched the tip of the rubber and pressed it to the tip of the Sprakk cock. He rolled the rest of it down until the slimy wrap covered the entirety of his member, apart from the very bottom. Once he was sufficiently satisfied, Lance was clear to go ahead. He wrapped his hand around Kaare's condom-covered cock and gave it a firm squeeze before sliding his digits all the way down to the base. The Insectoid tensed up immediately and a soft groan escaped his lips. He pushed his hips up, clicking his mandibles and gripping the arms of the chair.

"Yeah, that's it...fuckin'...!" Kaare muttered out as Lance put up a steady rhythm of jerking his member, pumping from base into tip in methodical, planned motions. Each rise and fall of the massive handmade Kaare's member twitch and pulse eagerly. Despite the pleasure he'd already received this morning, Kaare was ready to more. He had an impressive libido that never appeared quenched. Kaare bucked his hips against the rhythms, grunting and panting under his breath as the fish-man pleasured his member.

"You sound close. Are you close already?" Lance asked with a low voice as he glanced over to the cock again. Kaare lolled his head back and quickly nodded. In response, the fish quickly removed his hand and stood, prompting a confused and angered look from the Sprakk below him.

"The fuck is the pro-- Oh." Kaare stopped the moment he saw Lance beginning to undress. Was he really going the whole hog? It appeared so. The fish-man undid his belt and tossed it aside as he unzipped his trousers. He slowly vaulted Kaare's form until he was standing with his legs apart, with the Sprakk's member in the middle. Facing away from the bug, Lance slipped his trousers past his hips, revealing his scaled rear and the inticing pucker nestled between.

Kaare didn't need telling twice as he clasped his hands on the firm rear. He squeezed them happily and tugged the ass down, diverting a hand to help line up his member. Lance strained to keep his legs spread apart as he slowly squatted down, watching out the corner of his eye to make sure Kaare didn't peel off the condom. He knew how amusing the bug found it to see bulging bellies.

Kaare, however, at least fairly obedient to his demands. His tip pressed firmly against the pucker and he slowly slid his way into the hole, caring not for lubricant. He considered the spermicide enough, given Lance's own size. The fish-man appeared uncomfortable, and pushed his rump down, hilting Kaare's member all the way before it got too painful. It didn't help much, but Lance had dealt with worse pains before.

"Go at your own pace." Lance muttered under his breath, his muscled buns jiggling as Kaare slapped and squeezed with them his chitin-plated hands. Slowly, the bug bucked and humped, panting under his breath. He tugged his hips back and thrust upwards, spreading his legs to get better purchase on the floor.

"Yeah, that's it, you tight fuckin' bitch...!" Kaare muttered under his breath as he pounded and humped, filling the air with the wet slaps of his sex pushing against the slimy fish ass. He didn't take long, considering he was already so close, and his orgasm quickly approached.

He humped vigorously for a few more pumps as his crotch burned with desire and need, before his orgasm hit him in a powerful, sickening wave. He spurted thick ropes of cum into the inside of the condom, which ballooned inside Lance's rump slightly as the inside and bulbous tip was coated with gooey Sprakk semen. Kaare's hands slowly massaged Lance's ass as he emptied himself into the rubber, before he tugged back, taking it with him. Lance grunted from the pain and clenched himself back up as he slowly straightened up.

Kaare tugged the rubber from his condom and grinned down at how much he filled it, jiggling it in his grip. He tossed it up a few times, catching it with ease.

"See? Told you it wasn't fit for me: looks almost full to burst," It was clearly wasn't, but Kaare loved stroking his own ego. "Here, catch."

He deftly tossed it over to Lance, who had not been expecting it. He fumbled the catch and almost dropped it, but managed to nab it at the last second before it fell to the ground.

"Disgusting." He remarked as he tossed it in the bin by the captain's door from a distance. He heard the wet splat as it coated the inside of the bin with Sprakk semen, and he sighed. He tugged his trousers back up, covering up his own fish-like slit before Kaare got any more ideas.

"Satisfied now? Shall I return to my book?" Lance asked crudely as Kaare idly rubbed his drooping insectoid member. The Sprakk waved a hand of dismissal and Lance returned to his chair, but not before drying his hands on a towel. The condom had made them sticky.

The rest of the journey was...eventful, to say the least. They experience no issues, nor any turbulence, and further requests for some interesting ways to pass the time had come up unfounded. Clearly, Lance was in no further mood to partake in sex, and Kaare almost didn't have the heart to force him. It was mainly out of cowardice: he knew Lance would break him in two if he wanted, and he didn't care to push his buttons, but rather just toe the line.

Kaare slept for a considerable length of the journey, and was eventually jolted away when the Ship gently rocked as they entered the orbit of a planet.

"We have now entered Planet Delta-39, in Sector 43-C. Please engage your seatbelts as we come in for land." The same voice chimed over the intercom, and Kaare sighed, clipping in his seatbelt as the ship jostled every so slightly more upon their descent. Kaare peered out the window.

He could see Tazz Corps. HQ from here. It was a massive building in an expanse of marginally smaller ones that barely took up much room around it in comparison, even those of high, sky-rise apartment complexes. The sign was evident, even from the distance they were at, and Kaare sighed. He remembered many days when he was playing amongst the Offices because his father was too busy working to hire a nanny or even keep an eye on him. He remembered a couple of times he had strayed too close to the windows and looked down. It was high up, to say the least. And here he was, again, after 4 years.

He was going to meet his father.