Star Sex Ch. 03: Pilot - End

After his shower, he tried to get his personal food generator to make him a vodka tonic, but it refused, complaining that he hadn't completed the prerequisite drug safety training requirement. He called Bu and asked how to do the training. She told him it could take a while and invited him over to her quarters for a drink in the meantime. Jack accepted, got dressed, and headed over, the prospect of hanging out with Bu lifting his spirits.

Bu answered her door and ushered him inside. "Make yourself comfortable."

Bu's officer quarters were larger than his and decorated with a collection of tapestries and sculptures that had a definite alien aesthetic. He lounged on a couch as Bu had the food generator make them a couple drinks.

"Good thing we developed an alcohol that's okay for pregnant people to drink."

Jack slapped his face. "Oh god, I didn't even consider that. I make a terrible mom."

Bu handed him a pink drink and sat in a chair next to him. "Nonsense," she said with a serious look on her muzzle. "You're pregnant. Mothers are revered in Coba culture. It takes immense bravery and sacrifice to do what you're doing."

"Thanks, Bu. You've done so much for me. Teaching me, working so hard to keep the teleporter beam running so I can go home. . ." Jack said, tears welling up in his big, dark eyes. "Why am I crying? I'm not even sad."

Bu chuckled and sipped her drink. "It's your hormones. Don't be ashamed, I'm honored to help."

Jack wiped his tears away and took a drink, a pair of actions that repeated themselves many times that evening. They emptied their glasses, and Bu fetched a refill. He was on his third drink when he told Bu about what had happened in the SPUNK chamber. The part of the story with the simulated man had them both laughing at Jack's awkwardness, but she growled as he described the real Camille's outburst.

"She should be happy that you want to fuck her. I would take it as a compliment."

Jack giggled. "Exactly!" He looked at Bu once again, hardly able to believe he was getting tipsy with an alien. She was reclined, noisily sucking the last few drops from her drink, tail waving lazily behind her. Her legs were spread wide, and Jack's eyes were drawn to the bulge in the underwear between his legs. His heart fluttered, and he glanced back to his drink.

"I'd fantasize about fucking you, but I wouldn't know what to picture. To be honest, I don't even know if you're female or male or what." He couldn't believe he'd said that.

Thankfully, Bu seemed amused by it. "I'm both! Or neither. My people are androgenous until it comes time to mate. That way, the strongest of the pair can carry the child."

Jack was fascinated. "I see. So that bulge. . ."

Bu chuckled. "Here, let me show you." She set her drink down and started pulling off her top.

Jack blushed and looked away. "No, please. You don't have to-"

"Nonsense! It's rude to drink with clothes on. Anyway, we're in my quarters. You don't mind, do you?"

Jack swallowed. "I guess not." He slowly turned back in time to see Bu tossing her uniform behind her. His eyes immediately shot to her naked chest, then down to her crotch, where he found a flaccid shaft of flesh. In color, it was a dark rust that nearly matched the hue of his nipples.

"Want a closer look? Come here, I'll show you."

Jack's heart beat wildly, but he couldn't resist. He stood on wobbly legs and made his way closer to his hyenine host.

Bu spread her legs wider. Now Jack could see that it wasn't a a normal humanoid penis. It tapered from a thick base to a finger-narrow tip. There was no glans or foreskin, only a circular urethra that dominated the end. She had no testicles, so the plump organ rested comfortably between her legs. It twitched as she scooted forward in her chair.

"Where are your balls?" Jack asked, swallowing and kneeled down to get a closer look.

"Inside, for now." Bu said, pressing a paw against stomach. "I'll never get over humans thinking it's normal to have that stuff hanging around outside their bodies."

Jack felt the chill of arousal forming at the tip of his gaster, but he was too curious to retreat. "So, it's like this all the time? What happens when you have sex?"

"Well at that point I kinda get to choose. It's hard to describe just how it works. First, I have to be horny. Then if I focus. . . inward, I guess, it pulls itself up and turns into a pussy." As Jack watched, her length started to swell, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

"Are you doing it now?" he asked, skin flushing.

"Well that's the thing," she said, looking up and meeting Jack's gaze. "I don't get to choose if I catch the scent of a sexed person. My body changes to match, whether I like it or not."

Bu's scent was its own effect on Jack. His antennae twitched as her musky scent bombarded him. And while the musk, like apple cinnamon and wet mushrooms, was alien to Jack, his gaster knew it right away and flooded Jack with sexual hormones.

He watched as her shaft swelled, staying floppy but lengthening, spilling onto the chair between the hyena's legs. The dark flesh brightened from a subdued burgundy to a rich magenta as it stretched. A movement under the shaft caught his eye. Her featureless taint began to swell, forming three distinct bulges that lifted her growing cock. Bu grunted as her testicles reached some critical point and, one after the other, popped free of her groin to hang close in a tight sack.

Jack was mesmerized. "It's so. . . big."

Bu's face turned from blue to purple. Was she blushing? "Thanks. I've always been really proud of it."

As Bu's shaft rose in front of him, a series of ridges and bumps appeared on its surface. The sight sent a jolt through his gaster that made it tense against the ground. It felt good; he did it again.

"Didn't you say your people consider it rude to wear clothes?" he asked, looking up at Bu. Her breasts were smaller, her muscles larger.

"Yeah, but-"

Jack shushed her and pulled his top over his head, freeing his breasts. Bu's tongue lolled from the side of her muzzle as she watched him undress. Despite being fairly tipsy, Jack tried his best to strip sexily. He watched Bu's shaft twitch and grow as he pulled his leggings down.

"You know," Bu said in a voice that was deeper than it was a moment ago, "there's only so much you can learn from watching." She stood and stepped toward Jack with a needy look in her eyes. She had been taller than him when he was unchanged, but now that he had lost a few inches, she practically towered over him. He ventured a slender hand and touched her bicep. No doubt she was strong enough to easily overpower him.

But Jack trusted her, and, whether it was because the hormones, the booze, or normal everyday attraction, he wanted her. He lifted his chin, stood on his tiptoes for kiss. There was no going back.

The night was like a blur. They wrapped their tongues around the others', groped and squeezed, and stumbled into the bedroom. There, they made love in earnest, exploring each other's anatomy, hands, tongues, and tail. Jack begged Bu to fuck him, and she, as lost in lust as he was, happily obliged. Fully erect, Bu's cock was a sight to behold. He could only barely wrap both hands around it. But when he turned around and presented his sloppy, twitching pussy to her, she sank herself to the hilt without a hint of pain. He relished the texture of its many alien bumps and ridges.

When she came, she hugged his swollen gaster and gave a beastial roar. Jack gasped at the sheer pressure and quantity of her cum, even as he was filled for the umpteeth time that night. They collapsed next to each other in bed.

Bu, it turned out, was not nearly as insatiable as he was. Still, she was good for three or four good fucks that night. Jack passed the time between their sessions by cuddling and resting, and licking the cum off of Bu's dick. This was, according to Bu, also a common practice for her people, and Jack could see why. Her semen had a wonderful salty, meaty tonkotsu flavor to it that he adored.

They slept together that night, and for the first time in years, Jack didn't feel alone.

[COMMERCIAL BREAK 4]

Jack spent most of the next two days holed up in his quarters. At this point he was 'too pregnant for flight school' (Cand-e's words), and he didn't want to risk an awkward encounter with Camille OR Bu. Social nuance was beyond the blob of a creature Jack had become. He was too exhausted and hormonal to do much beyond explore the Catalyst's extensive historical media archives.

That night he had the final season of Game of Thrones projected on his wall.

"Don't cry, Dany It was never meant to be. I was supposed to die before we met."

"Dammit, Jon Snow! Do you know nothing? I love you! I command you to live!"

"No. Dragonfire will always melt snow."

Jack sobbed and wiped the tears from his inhumanly large eyes. "The writing got so bad near the end." He reached into his bag of mushrooms and took a bite of an especially meaty portobello.

He was laid out on a large recliner that Cand-e had fabricated especially for him. It took up so much space that he had to walk on Camille's luggage to get to the bathroom, but he hardly cared. He laid on his back with his gaster draped forward off the edge of the raised footrest, down onto the cold floor below. At this point, within a day of his due date, his egg sack was far too heavy to carry off the ground. It dragged behind him wherever he went, over clammy cold tiles and short, rug-burn carpets. He could hardly twitch it anymore, stretched taut with bulging eggs as it was.

The projection paused, and his quarters' comm unit chimed. "You have been summoned to an urgent meeting. Please report to Captain Sarr's ready room immediately."

He got dressed as quickly as he could, grunting and huffing as he struggled to maneuver himself into his latest outfit. Cand-e had helped him design this one. A large sheet of fabric hung down from the front like a wedding-gown and rested between his egg sack and the floor, making it easier to drag the bloated beast.

Even so, he arrived at the captain's ready room panting and sweating.

Camille and Bu were standing inside. Captain Sarr was seated behind the desk. "Mr. Tanner. Please, come in."

He thought he was already inside, but then he realized he had a foot of egg sack reaching past the door. He stepped forward, and the door closed behind him. "What's going on?"

The captain turned her eyes to Camille, then back to Jack. "Bu has informed me that the teleporters are about to fail."

"When they do, the temporal rift will close in a matter of hours," she said without a hint of her usual spunk.

Jack glanced around the room. "But I'm still pregnant! And a bug! You're telling me I have to go back to 2019 looking like this?!"

Captain Sarr stood and approached him with a serious look on his face. "I'm afraid you two aren't going back, bug woman or not. You'll never make it past the Salekk guns until they get those eggs."

"What!?" cried Camille. "Just send over someone else! Go yourself!"

"I wish I could," the captain said, her ever-serious face achieving new levels of seriousness, "but I can't ask someone on my crew to give up their humanity. Jack is already changed. Furthermore, he's hours away from giving birth. This ship can't wait around for another ten days. We have a mission to accomplish."

Camille stood and thrust her face so close to the captain's she could have bit her. "That's outrageous! You have no right!"

"I have every right. I am the captain of this ship," Captain Sarr stated, her voice powerful but controlled. She shook her head and sighed. "Listen, I'd love to send you back. I really would. But I have a duty to this crew and The Empire. We'll help Jack through his pregnancy, and then arrange transport back to Earth for the two of you. You'll be fed, clothed, and educated for free, and I'm sure you'll learn to live happy and fulfilling lives."

"I guess that's for the best," Jack's buzzing, feminine voice was hardly more than a whisper, but his words had a power that only a heavily pregnant woman's could.

"I wish there was another way."

With that, Captain Sarr dismissed Jack and Camille. The only noise they made on the walk back to their quarters was the swooshing scrape of Jack's egg sack dragging on the ground. He struggled to process the situation. On one hand he was excited to have the opportunity to live in an exciting new world with fantastic technology and endless possibilities. On the other hand, he was a stranger to this time, and staying meant leaving all of his friends and family behind.

At the point where Camille would normally turn to head to her quarters, she paused and grasped Jack's hand.

"Let's talk. Your place?"

Camille grimaced as they entered his room. He hadn't realized how unkempt it was with the clutter, the musky smell, and the dried strands of femcum smeared here and there. Still, rather than complain about the mess, Camille opted to fume and pace and monologue, purportedly to Jack, though she didn't leave him much room to respond. Eventually she paused at a loss for words and he managed to say,

"I don't know. The future isn't all that bad."

She crossed her arms. "Are you telling me you want to stay?"

"Well it's not like we have a choice!"

"Don't be naive, Jack. Sarr was obviously lying about the teleporter to keep us from leaving."

"You think she was lying? She doesn't seem like the type."

"Well she is. I've always been better at judging people than you, remember? Listen, what happens if we go back in time with that spaceship? We'll have future technology to sell. We'll be billionaires, trillionaires! She's afraid we'll change the course of history, and we will!"

Jack no longer had eyebrows, but he furrowed that part of his face. "I guess that makes sense. . ."

"Of course it does." Camille said, crossing her arms. "How easy would it be to steal a lifeboat?"

"Extremely easy. They're left unsecured as a safety feature."

Camille kneeled next to chair he was reclining in, grasped his hand in hers, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Let's do it. Let's go home! You can pilot us through the hole, can't you? They'll give up one of their crewmembers before we're destroyed. They have to!"

"I suppose it's possible. . ." Jack said, mind racing at the possibility, "but I'll be stuck like this! I'd be an outcast. I'd be completely alone."

"Nonsense! You'll have your parents, your sister, and I bet Allen will still hang out with you."

"Ugh, Allen. . . He'd hang out with anyone." Jack frowned. "What about love? No one is going to want to date me looking like this, and it's not like you and I are ever getting back together."

"No!" Camille cried. "I would! If we go back to the past I'll be your girlfriend again. Hell, I'll marry you! I promise!"

"You will?" Jack's heart skipped a beat, and his engorged egg sack shifted. Camille startled at the movement, swallowed, and scooted away from it. Jack frowned. "You're lying! You think I'm disgusting!" he cried, tears welling up in the black pools of his eyes.

"No! No I don't." Camille reassured him. She reached a tentative hand out to his egg sack and stroked it lightly, grimacing like it might jump up and bite her. "See?"

"But I'm a girl now," Jack sniffled. "You're straight."

"No I'm not!" Camille pleaded. "I've been in the closet this whole time. That's why things never worked out between us before. I think you're so pretty now. The prettiest!"

Jack looked down at her, and a wave of pity welled up inside of him. He started to cry again, this time for her. "I. . . It must have been so hard for you," he wailed, guiding her to her feet and pulling her into a hug where their breasts squeezed together.

"It was," she said, patting his back. "But I'm going to be okay. As long as you can get us out of here."

Jack wiped away his tears. "Okay. Let's do it."

"You're serious?"

"One hundred percent. I love you, Camille Monroe." He puckered for a romantic kiss.

"Oh, Jack. You're so great." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Let's go."

They grabbed as much of Camille's luggage as they could carry and headed toward the nearest bank of lifeboats. None of Jack's old clothes would fit him anyway, so they left his suitcase behind. Instead, he packed a snack of morel mushrooms and extremely rare steaks.

The pair walked calmly through the corridors toward the lifeboats, greeting friends, waving, and wearing big fake smiles all the way. As soon as they arrived at one Jack opened the door, and they rushed inside.

His training kicked in right away. He adjusted the seat to accommodate his gaster as he taught Camille how to stow her luggage in the cargo bay. The moment they were strapped in, he initiated the breakaway. They were off.

Jack gripped the controls so hard his knuckles turned white. He couldn't believe he was actually flying a spaceship; he felt so free! He did a barrel roll out of sheer exhilaration. Camille's knuckles were white too, though she was gripping her armrests instead of the controls.

"What's that noise?" she wailed.

"They're trying to hail us."

"Hang up on them. We're done with those people."

Jack pressed a button, and the sound stopped. Unlike Camille, he did want to answer. He wanted to say goodbye to Cand-e and Bu. He wanted to thank them for giving him a room, helping him come to terms with what he was becoming. But he couldn't think about them for long, couldn't think about how going home might erase their very existence.

"We should be at the rift in twenty minutes."

His egg sack let out a loud, sustained gurgle as the eggs within it shifted and settled against each other. Camille glanced back with a displeased look on her face but said nothing. Jack pretended he hadn't heard anything.

Suddenly there was a massive impact. The lifeboat jumped and shuddered, lights flickering, and for a moment it seemed as though the entire ship might fall apart. Camille nearly fell out of her seat.

"What was that?" she cried.

Jack tapped urgently at the controls. "The Salekk frigate is firing at us! Our shields are down to 62%. Two more hits and we're done."

Camille looked at him with panic. "Can you dodge their shots?"

Jack smirked. "I beat Ikaruga didn't I?"

"What?"

"It's a bullet-hell game. You have to switch colors-"

"What the fuck are you talking about!?"

"Yes, I can dodge them!" Jack rolled his eyes, twisting and jerking the manual flight controls with expert precision. "Don't distract me. I need to concentrate."

Camille sat back in her seat and crossed her arms. "Fine."

Jack swerved and slolumned the clumsy craft through the deadly projectiles. His gaster gurgled once again, louder this time, and gave a mighty spasm. This time it was different. His pussy's passage clenched, and something brushed against his labia. The sudden strain left him gasping and panting.

"Oh God, Jack. Did you just piss yourself?" Camille cried, looking behind him. He craned his neck to see fluid dripping from his pussy, pooling and spreading across the deck.

"No," he said, confused. Then it hit him. "My water broke! I'm going into labor!"

Another contraction swept through Jack's egg sack, starting at his ass and working its way down to its tip. His eggs shifted and rubbed against each other, causing rough vibrations that bloomed into unexpected pleasure. His eyes went wide as, at the tail end of the straining spasm, he felt a large round object press is way out of his depths into the far end of his passage, stretching and straining the feminine flesh to its limits. He yelped a buzzing, womanly cry at the alien sensation.

Then he remembered what he was doing and wrenched the controls just in time to dodge another shot. "Camille! A little help here?"