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I let San'yas slip from my mouth. "Are you all right?" I whispered into Jenala's ear. In response, she took a hand and placed it square on her sex. She was wetter than ever before (not that I had much in the way of comparison). She made a happy noise around San'yas' tentacle.

Closing my hand around San'yas erection, I locked eyes with the shapeshifter. "Don't you dare..." I began, only to falter mid-sentence. There was a distinct, lapping sensation between my own butt cheeks. Something was slowly, sensuously licking along my crack and homing in on my rectum.

Once the first shock -- and the mental images of something long, slimy and equipeed with a mouth busy back there -- subsided, it didn't feel bad at all to be honest. My first bout of tentacle sex and I was beginning to enjoy myself. I closed my lips around San'yas again and tried to emulate what has been done to me a couple times over the years. Going by the gasps and soft moans, I was doing something right. The slowly increasing flow of pre-cum was another spot-on indicator.

"We might want to move a little," San'yas offered. "My knees won't keep me up forever, not with your mouth on me and Jenala being a greedy little piece of work." San'yas threw her head back. Suddenly, squirts of liquid drenched my rear, seeped from Jenala's behind and dribbled down her front. I evaded a face full of shapeshifter cum by sheer accident, having her cock out of my mouth to take a deep breath when she came.

Grinning, the silver-haired alien released the tentacle from her mouth. "Oh, you came already?"

San'yas crumpled to her knees next to us. "The way the two of you were pleasuring me left me little choice," she gasped. "Why don't you all lay on your side?"

There was movement of the tentacle-y kind as San'yas re-absorbed all her pseudopods.

"I like the idea," Jenala said, keeling forwards. She broke her fall with her hands and melted onto the ground, throwing me a scorching look over her shoulder. "Come back, Sal. I like having you inside me, lover." She raised a leg and caressed her sex. I followed suit and crawled behind her. I had to admit, she had a point. I slid back into Jenala and it felt like coming home. In this position, I could move more, something my lover acknowledged with encouraging noises.

San'yas settled in behind me, her body hot and sticky against my back. "Would you like more things to suck on?" came her voice.

"Yes, please," Jenala moaned. If in response to San'yas or my slow, deep thrusts I didn't know.

"What about you?" Something vaguely dick-shaped touched my lips.

"Does it grow a mouth?" I asked, daring a lick.

"Do you want it to?" San'yas ground her cock against my butt. It slid along my crack with an eerily satisfying, wet slurp.

"No, not really," I muttered, torn between relaxing or fleeing. Jenala took that choice away as her hips rolled backwards, killing any way for me to move. Another tentacle slithered between her and me, lovingly caressing my sac as it returned to bury itself in Jenala's butt, causing my silver-haired lover to arch her back and groan around the thick tentacle writhing against her mouth.

"If you really have to fuck my ass, do it now while I'm distracted," I muttered.

San'yas nibbled along my neck and caressed my back. I trapped the waiting tentacle hovering before my mouth with my lips and resumed my exploratory licks and suckles. While I did, it formed into a pretty convincing erection. I closed a hand around it a comfortable length behind the tip so I could control how far it would go into my mouth then I began to suck in earnest.

There was a tickling sensation at my back door. Not much worse than the "remote tongue" San'yas had employed earlier. Something wriggled past the sphincter. I froze, causing Jenala to utter a sound which probably had a question mark at the end. I released the tentacle from my mouth. "It's fine. San'yas is trying to fuck me." The sound Jenala made was guttural and lust-filled. She leaned against me, taking my full length into her. A free hand sought and found mine, squeezing it encouragingly.

I was speechless. In part thanks to the tentacle which had reclaimed my mouth but mostly because here was Jenala, stuffed in all three of her holes, with enough wits about her to care about me. I pulled her close and pressed my cheek to hers. I could feel San'yas' tentacle slide along the inside of her mouth, slowly mouth-fucking her.

The sensation coming from my ass grew thicker and longer, worming its way into my bowels.

"How does it feel?" San'yas whispered into my ear. "I'm in all the way."

The tentacle wriggling between my lips withdrew, giving me room to answer. "What did you do?"

San'yas giggled hoarsely. "I first inserted a few filaments into your butt and grew them slowly until they resembled my usual cock length. No pain, no alienation, just pleasure, right?"

Her reasing was hard to disagree with. It felt really good. Strange, yes. Alien? Hell yeah. But a far cry from the gross horror stories some of my old wing buddies had told me about. I chuckled softly. "You cheated."

"Do you mind?"

I clenched my rear, causing San'yas to gasp in pleasure. Her tentacle returned to my mouth and now it was me to gasp in wordless ecstasy. I was balls-deep in Jenala, her writhing and gyrations directly translating in pleasure shooting up my cock while both my mouth and ass were molested by San'yas' tentacles. Not that Jenala fared much better. The tentacle doing her rear moved in short, quick thrusts, movement the one in my butt picked up. My silver-haired lover had stopped making anything resembling coherent noises, uttering a string of guttural moans and gasps when San'yas allowed her to catch some breath. Her pussy had seemingly turned into a hand of its own, clamping around my rod as she came and came.

I knew how she felt. My senses were close to being overloaded. I had lost count of the hands on my body, tentacles pumping in and out of my ass and mouth, lips kissing my neck, breasts against my body. It felt like one person and a wildly pulsating nest of limbs thrashing against my back at the same time. I came deep within Jenala, suddenly and harder than I had ever come before. San'yas' cock in my ass moved, hitting all the sensitive nerve endings lining my back door and pushing me right into the next orgasm. I bucked helplessly against Jenala, unable to hold on to her.

Jenala pulled the tentacle fucking her face from her mouth and keened, a sound full of lust, bordering on agony. Her body went rigid for a horrifying second before she slumped onto her front, gasping air into her ravaged form. Behind me, San'yas groaned, her voice alien and unrecognizable. Every single tentacle around us erupted at once, drenching everything inside the cubicle with a veritable torrent of shapeshifter cum. Her hands grabbed onto my hips as she bucked against me, driving her flexible dong deep into my ass. Another tidal wave of hot cream doused everything then she erupted inside me. Her tentacles around us mimicking her eruption inside me. Not a tidal wave but thick ropes of hot, sticky stuff nonetheless. I looked around. Like a hydra of legend, a veritable forest of tentacles hovered above us. Dreading what I might find, I carefully pawed behind my back, only to find a vaguely humanoid shape under my questing fingers. A moment later, a hand clasped mine. The tentacles were gone and San'yas leaned over my shoulder, licking a particularly thick drop of her own fluid off my cheek.

"It's been ages since I had so much fun. Wanna go again?"

Jenala rolled onto her back, her completely cum-covered body a sticky sensation against mine. "You can't be serious."

"I mean, I would need to rehydrate a bit but..." Something mouth-like engulfed my cock, licking mine and Jenala's juices off the flaccid member. "I think I should at least offer Sal the opportunity to return the favor. I wonder how he would feel up my butt."

"I think I'll need to sit that one out. Is there a shower somewhere?" She wiped handfuls of stuff out of her face.

I tried to pull the pseudopod off my cock but it refused to budge. Like a custom-made fleshlight, it undulated along my shaft, bringing me back to a full erection while I struggled with it.

"Yes. Directly behind the counter. I redecorated this room for this exact purpose after all." The... thing around my rod withdrew as San'yas moved behind me. "I think we could all use one." With little effort, she pulled Jenala to her feet.

I didn't trust my legs just yet. Without her cock up my butt, I felt oddly empty... and somehow wide open.

"The feeling will pass," San'yas said, grinning. "And the more often you do it, the easier it will be." She reached out and hoisted me to my feet as well.

Together, we walked past the counter and into a lavish bathroom. There was a double-sized shower stall, big enough so even four full-grown Gravon could fuck each other's brains out, and a bathtub big enough for an orgy. On shaky legs, San'yas marched us under the shower and used several extra limbs to activate a variety of shower heads.

"What did you douse us with anyway?" I asked her, swabbing at the almost unbroken glazing she had furnished the right half of my body with. "I mean, you don't produce semen, do you?"

"Of course not. Faceless reproduce by cloning, although we can imitate a female's birth tract. Our surgery is advanced enough to implant fertile eggs for a live pregnancy but we need both live eggs and sperm to do so. I basically ejaculated modified tear fluid, enriched with pheromones and an enzyme to make it cake even better than real cum." She grinned playfully and caressed her erection. "Now, who wants a piece of this here cock?"

Jenala shook her head. "I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm out. I feel sated and a bit raw. That was quite intense, you two."

"Sorry?" I muttered.

"Please, no excuses. I loved it! But I'll... hm. I'll happily sit down here and watch what the two of you can come up with." She folded down a wall-mounted seat and slumped onto it, caressing a breast.

"What makes you think I'm up for anything after the thorough pounding I just got?" I asked.

Jenala left her seat and went to her knees in front of me, cupping my balls with one hand and guiding my cock to her mouth with the other. It took only a few seconds of her lips and tongue to have me thrumming with need again.

"There you go. Ready for round two. Three?" She giggled and reclaimed her seat. "I've lost count."

I shot a pleading look at San'yas, only to realize the shapeshifter had turned her back on me and was slowly shaking her ass my way.

"Come, Sal. I'm so ready for you," she purred, caressing a firm, black-skinned cheek.

"Don't we need some lube or the like?" Despite my unease, I stepped behind her, caressing her crack with the tip of my joystick. That earned me an appreciative sigh.

"No lube necessary. I've added a gland which took care of lubrication a few minutes ago," San'yas said. "Stab ahead. We'll both enjoy it."

"If you say-" I nearly swallowed my tongue as my glans touched her back door and got swallowed by it.

"You're cheating again," I muttered, slowly pushing in and pulling her close.

"Just making sure you're enjoying yourself while buttfucking me."

"Is this really your butt?" I asked, closing my hand around her erection. The other one pawed her breasts.

"If you want to -- aaahhh -- get technical, it's more like a vagina than a rectum but who cares, right? Just be sure to get enough lube if you want to fuck a real Marked One this way." She writhed against me, impaling herself hungrily on my cock and fucking my hand. I barely had to do anything. From the corner of my eye, I caught Jenala fingering herself slowly, a radiant grin on her face. Our eyes met and she gave me a thumbs-up.

I felt like I was again being played but honestly? There were worse things which could happen to me than fucking a gorgeous Zuthrian in the butt and wanking her at the same time while giving a show to my silver-haired companion. I added a few grunts for effect and took over from San'yas, forcing my tempo on her. She lowered her head and braced herself against the shower partition with her forearms as I gave it to her, spearing myself into her hot and tight rear opening and doing her cock at the same time. I thought I was on a hair trigger but San'yas came sooner, painting the partition (and most of her face) with long ropes of her special ejaculate. Suddenly, her back orifice clenched, becoming so much tighter. Two thrusts later, it was over. I helplessly bucked against her, unloading what felt like another small torrent of my own juices into her. Her back door relaxed, allowing the excess to dribble down into the shower basin.

Jenala gasped and moaned, her fingers causing sloppy sounds to echo through the showers. She made a strange, strangled sound, halfway between a laugh and a squeal, then "Ouch. Maybe I did overdo it."

* * * *

I didn't remember how I made it into bed. The next morning, I awoke rested and with only a mild hangover, sandwiched in between Jenala and San'yas. They were both as naked as I was and it didn't take much provocation to resume the previous night's activities. When we finally made it back into the hangar, I picked every step very carefully, because Jenala had been rather exuberant when she fucked my butt with a conveniently available double-ender while San'yas had sucked me off.

Thankfully, even the shapeshifter was sated eventually and we returned to repairing the Consuela. Exchanging the power core took most of the day. We needed to decouple the old one, hoist it out of the now exposed machine room and plug in the new one. Once it had been mounted, San'yas showed us how the Faceless power core could hook into our systems by -- what else? - growing mechanical tentacles which seamlessly attached to the baseline Nor power grid. We then put the cargo hold into place so the stasis boxes would be powered by the ship's grid again. The engine bays we left for later. There were some shot-through maneuvering jets to replace and doing so was made easier when the engines were still disconnected.

We shared a quiet dinner that evening. There was some light flirting going on but nowhere near the level of the night before. We all were content and pumped out, especially after four hours of grueling performance tests to make sure the new power core wouldn't fry any of Consuela'ssystems.

"How did you get the footage of the Zuthrian wedding?" Jenala asked around a few bits of Aquarian fruit salad. "It looked rather invite-only."

San'yas grinned. "My last client before you came by gave it to me, to remember her by. She was one of the dervishes you saw in that footage."

"Oh?" I sawed off a piece of sirloin steak. It was synthesized but deft seasoning with salt and Zuthrian Fire Peppers made it surprisingly tasty. The potato wedges went very well with green sauce too.

"Yeah, the Marked One. Padari. She came through here on her way to Waystation 83. She was a bit strapped for cash and her ship was in dire need of a few new bulkheads so I offered her the same deal I offered you, thinking she was a hot Zuthrian female." San'yas nibbled on some strange yellow energy bar she had slathered with a blue-ish sauce. "She taught me a lot about Zuthras and the pleasures of being a Marked One."

I rubbed my butt. "She taught you pretty well."

"She stayed much longer than she had to but eventually she left, leaving the data chip as a memento. It has more footage of her and her trinity doing the chieftain and some of the attendees. Good stuff for lonely nights. And no, I won't share it."

"A pity. Ylzics would probably pay top credits for it."

"He already asked. About two thousand times." San'yas shook her head. "Not gonna happen. It's mine."

We continued to eat in silence until San'yas piped up again.

"So... where will you go once the repairs are done?"

"I am to deliver Jenala back to her people, along with the two stasis boxes in the cargo hold. Coordinates five-nine-zero mark eight-one-four mark six-five-one, reference Earth. I think the next stop will be the closest Waystation to refill the reaction mass tank then it will be two months of peace and quiet until we're there."

"You know, I'm in no hurry, Sal. We could stick around a bit, help out?" Jenala touched my thigh.

I raised an eyebrow. "When we met, you were adamant I should get a move on, if only for the seed back in the cargo hold."

"Well, the stasis boxes are in good hands so I don't see any reason for undue haste. Besides, I would like to try a few more things with the both of you, now that I have access to two well-hung individuals." She flashed us a feisty smile. "The two of you doing me, no tentacles though."

"Heaven help me, my co-pilot has turned into a slut!" I exclaimed, tossing up my hands in mock exasperation.

"Told you before, I was a bit on the wild side even before I left home," Jenala purred. "Your porn collection and last night didn't help." She laughed softly.

"How about this?" San'yas said. "I could offer you a quick way to your delivery coordinates. You drop off the samples and then simply return. You will be gone maybe two weeks."

"Tell me more," Jenala said.

"Are we talking Zuthrian jump drives?" I asked San'yas. They were the hottest commodity any spacer could get their grubby hands on. A device allowing for instantaneous travel in fifty lightyear chunks. Granted, they needed to cool down for a few hours afterwards but even so they were an easy match for -- or outperformed -- the Nor TransNet. Besides, no entry or exit points required. Also, they were untracable to boot. At least for non-Zuthrians.

"No. I can't help you there. No one was foolish or desperate enough to sell one for me to reverse-engineer it. But I have the coordinates of a stable worm hole you could use to cut down on your travel time. The exit point is only two days at times-twelve light speed away from your target coordinates. It's a short hop from Waystation 75, which itself is only a week from here."

"Can I use the same route when coming back here?" I asked her.

"Absolutely. It's a little-known Smuggler's Shortcut I only hand out to trusted allies." Her hand caressed up my other thigh.

I intercepted it just before her fingertips touched my slowly awakening erection. "If we start something now, we won't be in any shape to mount the new cockpit tomorrow. Such a mod job requires precision and diligence. You don't want our ship to fall apart in said wormhole, do you?"

"Fine, you win. Eat up and shoo to your beds, you."

* * * *

Replacing the cockpit section took longer than expected. Granted, Nor ships were wonders of modular construction but mating the front of an interceptor to a small capital ship had required more than just a few bolts. There had been structural reinforcements applied which San'yas hadn't seen before and the mounting brackets had to be adjusted as well. Thankfully, the Faceless proved to be a wizard with a blowtorch and synthesis engine, fabricating the necessary braces, mounts and locking points with ease. To make sure the chin-mounted turret of the Antares cockpit didn't scrape along the ground when Consuela had landed, we needed to extend the connection forwards and upwards. The easiest solution was to weld around a meter of modular corridor, complete with stairs, between the blockade runner hull and the new cockpit. Preparing that part took most of the time. We had to run stress tests, reinforce load-bearing connections and make sure we could armor the new connection sufficiently as to not become a new weak point. Two days of prep and one filled with a lot of crane-fu and welding like maniacs later, and the long, sleek Lucanos nose was gone replaced with a bulbous, stubby front end which looked suspiciously like the front end of an old Terran Mil-24 Hind helicopter, with the gunner seat in front and below the pilot's station. Of course the Antares cockpit had less glass to blow through, instead relying on pretty sophisticated holographic screens surrounding each position. Quite a step up from my previous cockpit.