Star Sex Ch. 03: Pilot - End

Camille looked surprised. "Me!? I can't fly this thing!"

"Not piloting -" Jack said, pausing momentarily as another contraction pushed the egg halfway down his birth canal. "Delivering!"

Camille frantically glanced back and forth between his face and straining, pulsing egg sack. "What!?"

"Go synthesize a bag to put the eggs in and catch them as they come out of me!"

"You want me to touch that giant pussy thing at the end!?"

Another contraction racked the sack and Jack screamed in pure frustration. "Just do it, Camille you stupid-!"

"Fine!" Camille cried angrily as she unbuckled her harness and dashed to the back of the vessel.

When his next contraction came Jack pushed along with it, desperate to get the invading egg out of his tender, stretched passage. It inched forward, pain and pleasure flooding through him with each hard-fought millimeter of progress. Just as he felt it pressing against the swollen, sloppy lips of his opening, another egg slipped passed his cervix.

Camille returned with a bag but jumped back when her toe splashed in the juices on the floor.

"Ewww!" she whined.

"Hurry! It's almost out!" Jack urged. He engaged the afterburners to squeeze between two plasma blasts.

"I can't. It's too gross!"

"Camille!" Jack said, looking back at her. The lifeboat jumped violently as another shot struck the tiny vessel's stern. Camille lost her footing and fell into the puddle of Jack's juices, crying out and slipping as she scrambled onto her hands and knees.

Jack snapped back to the controls as yet another contraction pushed the egg from his opening with a slurp. It rolled a foot before Camille snatched it and dropped it into the bag.

"Ew! ew! ew!" she wailed.

"One more of those and we're toast!" Jack warned. The relief from pushing the egg free didn't last long, but the next egg was easier and more pleasurable that the first. If it weren't for the dire circumstances, he thought might have actually enjoyed the labor.

Jack split his focus between the overwhelming and entirely bizarre sensations of giving birth and navigating the lifeboat through the hail of gunfire. Each egg that slurped out of his engorged pussy lips was more enjoyable than the last. It left his eyes watering and segmented tongue hanging limply from his mouth. Camille labored away behind him, ignorant of the fact that each brush of her fingertips across his sex's swollen lips was pushing him closer and closer to an unexpected orgasm.

Camille coughed and complained as she delivered egg after egg. Each slime-covered orb was as large as a pair of fists, but after the first few they practically fell from his abused opening. Jack lost count after lucky number thirteen brought him to his first climax. As he came, his ever-lightening abdomen twitched and quivered with a different sort of spasm.

In that momentary lapse of focus, a third shot careened into the ship. Sparks flew, Camille fell once again into the puddle of his juices.

"The shields are down, and they got the engines!" Jack screamed, "We're sitting ducks!"

He clenched his eyes waiting for the end. He had three more blissful contractions before he dared to open them. The frigate had stopped firing, and what's more, the ship was still drifting on a course toward the temporal rift.

"The Catalyst must have sent someone else over."

On the viewscreen, he could see the tops of the rocky mountains through the jagged tear in space-time. Home was on the other side. Home and a lifetime with Camille. He glanced back at her in time to watch her abdicate her midwife duties. She dashed to the head, slammed the door, and retched loudly. Another contraction, another jolt of pleasure, another egg slipped free of his stretched snatch and laid beside the abandoned sack.

It was only in this moment of supreme surrealism, giving birth to alien offspring inside of a stolen spaceship, that he had a sober realization. Camille didn't love him, and she never truly would.

He hovered his finger over a particular switch, took a deep breath, and flicked it. The contents of the cargo bay were forcibly ejected into space, shifting the lifeboat off course so that it sailed past the rift. The portal to the past started to close like a giant cosmic zipper.

He locked the controls, laid out on the dash, and indulged himself in the pleasure of pushing the final few eggs from his body. He tweaked his nipples at the spike of each orgasm, relishing the ecstacy that came with emptying his descended, tired gaster. He moaned openly, not caring how womanly they sounded, not caring whether Camille heard him or not. He was tired of being ashamed of how he sounded, how he looked. It was exhausting.

Finally, with one last contraction, he pushed the sole remaining egg out of his deflated, defeated egg sack. He gave a heavy, contented sigh and melted onto the control panel. He was exhausted, accomplished, and liberated all in equal shares. A smile spread across his, feminine lips as he drifted into a well-deserved nap.

Camille's voice shook him awake. "No! What are you doing?! The portal is closing!"

Jack sat up and wiped a strand of drool from his mouth. "Yeah. We're staying."

Camille put on an oscar-worthy performance begging him to reconsider. She cried, she shouted, she pleaded. When the hole finally closed, she sat stunned.

Jack stood and gathered the few eggs that were laying on the ground into the sack. He paused to examine one of the slimy, delicate orbs and shuddered at the thought that until recently he had been stuffed with two dozen of them. His eggsack was still extremely tender, but it was already much smaller and easier to manage.

Once the residual temporal interference of the rift cleared away, the Catalyst locked on with its tractor beam and started to tow them in.

"I'll have you know," Camille said, arms crossed, "that I was planning on marrying you. I was just going to fuck other guys on the side."

Jack shrugged. "I honestly thought you might've murdered me."

Camille made a pensive face. "Huh. That would have been better, wouldn't it?"

Captain Sarr and a full security compliment were there to greet them as they stepped off of the lifeboat. Camille raised her hands. Jack grinned wearily and handed over the sack of eggs.

The captain touched her comm badge. "Commander Miles, we have the eggs. Hail the Salekk and get Ensign Matias back to the Catalyst before they introduce him to one of their butt-huggers."

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Jack's backpack was light. He'd packed three of his favorite outfits (including one that showed off all four sets of cleavage), a memory stick with a few holo-images of him and the crew, and his favorite pre-pregnancy snack, a bag of potato chips. He spotted Camille waiting by the others. She flagged him down.

Camille greeted him with a timid smile. "They say you're going to get special accommodations back on earth, payment for giving up your eggs."

Jack nodded. "Should be nice."

"Listen," Camille sighed. "I'm sorry about these past couple of weeks. I said some fucked up things, and I kinda treated you like shit, and I'm sorry."

"Thanks, Camille."

"Of course. Hey, when we get back to Earth, I'll take you out to dinner. I still owe you that date."

"So you do."

Jack made his way to the captain's ready room, pausing to marvel at the majesty of the bridge.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" came the captain's voice.

Jack startled. "Oh, Captain Sarr. Yeah. . . I'm still not used to it."

"Neither am I." The pair walked together into her ready room. "Must be nice not to be dragging two dozen eggs behind you."

Jack took a seat, silently appreciating how his gaster no longer touched the ground. "Cand-e says there are plenty of scientists on earth that will study me. If I'm lucky, we'll be able to use the technology they produce to turn me back into a human."

"So you'll be returning to earth, then. Ah, that's a shame. I was hoping to invite you to join our crew."

Jack blinked, shocked. "What? me?"

"You've shown great promise during your time here. You have mental and emotional fortitude, a willingness to make sacrifices for the greater good, and some damn impressive piloting skills. And, honestly speaking, based on the sorts of trouble this crew tends to run into, I suspect that magic womb of yours might have come in handy as well."

Jack tightened his lips in thought, then stood and declared, "I'll do it. I'll join your crew."

"This is not a decision you should take lightly," the captain said sternly. "These two weeks have been an adventure for you, but to us they're routine. It seems like every other day some crew member is joining an alien species or getting knocked up in some weird way. . ."

"I'm willing to take that risk. Besides," he glanced over his shoulder. "There's nothing for me on Earth."

"Well then," Captain Sarr said, raising and taking his hand. "Welcome aboard, Cadet Tanner."

The freshly minted cadet turned and practically skipped out of the ready room. Sarr gave a powerful sigh and turned to her aquarium, gazing at the lionfish inside.

"She has no idea what she's getting in to, does she?"

The striped fish wiggled its tail to make its head shake "no."

The End

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