Reeon sat in orbit for a while trying to figure out what to do, and decided to go through his things.

Jazzibelles eyes opened. “System check. New hardware, new software. Good, I’m fixed. Wait. What is that? Why’s there a list?”

“I should see what food there is.”

“What the fuck‽” She shouted.

“She’s awake!”

“I’m gonna kill him! Where did my ass go‽ I’m gonna murder him!”

“Fuck she’s awake.”

He saw her march past his door.

“Son of a bitch! Reeon!”

He looked nervous. “Uh… In here!”

It wasn’t long before she was in the doorway.

“You’re… umm… awake. Cool,” he greeted nervously.

She stood there in a pair of coveralls with an annoyed look on her face. “Charged enough to help you take off, but I see you did that already.”

“I… I watched a video. I’m sorry.”

“I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, and now we’re out here. Go back.”

“Well… he did say you weren’t allowed off the ship until the ship was off the lot.”

“So? I can’t let him get away with what he did! Go back! I got no ass! Go back.”

“C-can’t. The cops are—I just can’t.”

“So you’re a criminal, too, huh?”

“Not really. I just needed to get away… I’m not the bad guy.”

“Fine, don’t tell me.”

“What did Winston do to you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she snapped.

“Can you at least help me get to this drop off?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. Come on.”

They walked to the cockpit, he nervously trailed behind. She sat in the co-pilots seat.

“Are you gonna sit down?”

“Yeah, yeah! I… uhh…”

“It’s okay, sit.” She pulled up the coordinates. “This is easy, it’s like a straight jump.”

“Oh shit, for real? Cool.”

She gave him a look. “You’ve never piloted a ship before, huh?”

“Nope. Good thing I have you, right? I got it up here.”

“Yeah… with the landing gear down.” She hit the switch. “This is going to be all kinds of fun. A criminal, who can’t fly a ship. At least it won’t be dull, at least.”

“So I just aim it that way?”

“Yeah, aim it that way, while I set these. Activate the Zeta Drive and it’ll do the rest. Once we’re out of subspace, please try not to hit anything.”

“I won’t.”

“Or send us in a black hole, or a star.”

“I know to avoid those, I’ve seen movies.”

“Good. Once the Zetas charged up, pull that lever. I need to charge more.” She got up and walked away.

He flew the ship, swerved and banked, had a good time. He finally noticed the Zeta Drive was ready. He pulled the lever, it locked in place, and the ship accelerated, to him it was almost like the universe moved around him, until everything went black.

--

He felt himself being shaken.

“Hey wake up. Wake up! Wake up! Are you crazy‽”

“What, huh? I did what you said.”

“The compensator wasn’t turned on! You could’ve died!”

“The what?”

“Gravity compensator. It’s so you’re not affected by g-forces.” She reached over and turned it on.

“Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine… you’re okay… you’ll get it. I just didn’t want—your first trip to be your last.”

“Are we at the spot, do you need to charge still?”

“I’m fully charged. We’re near orbit. I’ve been trying to wake you for a while now. I thought you might have died,” she spoke low.

“I guess that would suck. Before we land, I’d like to see what food is here.”

“You’re the captain.”

Reeon walked to the galley and checked the fridge and found it empty, looked through shelves, and then checked the rations. He found some meal that looked appealing and placed it in the hydrator.

“Find something to eat,” she asked.

“Yep.”

“What is it?”

“It was one of the rations, I guess it’s food.”

“Okay. So what’s it taste like?”

“Food. Sorta.”

“That’s not…”

“Wish I had something to drink. We need to get supplies after dropping this cargo.”

“Dropping cargo? Is that why—but there’s nothing in the manifest. What do we have?”

He shrugged. “Winston just said it was scrap.”

She scoffed.

“Maybe we can find some clothes for you. Something sexy.”

“Why? There’s no need.”

“Huh? Why not? You seemed to be proud of yourself, you don’t wanna show off that body you were just bragging about a few hours ago?”

“It’s not sexy anymore.” She looked away.

“You should still get something other than that thing. Let’s get this over with. I can’t do it without you.”

He got up and went to the cockpit.

--

Jazzibelle used the open traffic control channel while he brought the ship in orbit towards the scrapyard.

“This planet looks… dystopian,” Reeon said.

“They’re not all pretty. Now engage the gravity drive.”

“Strange ship… announce yourself,” a vid screen said.

“I’ve got the scrap run for Winston,” Reeon said.

“Took ya long enough! Lemme light up the landing pad.”

“Green horns for ya,” Jazzibelle replied. “Now’s the time to use those landing gear.”

“I got it, I got it. You’re so snarky.”

“Kid, you need to slow that thing down,” the man yelled.

“Yeah.”

“And don’t drop it… ease up on the drive control.”

“Jeez kid… flying ships ain’t that hard.”

As Reeon landed, the ship slid against the pad a few feet.

“There!”

“Good enough,” she retorted.

“And I’m not a kid. I’m twenty-eight.”

“When you’re my age, most of you humans are kids.” He said with a chuckle. ‘C’mon inside, and I’ll call’em.”

“You got your job, and I got mine… kid.”

“How old are you?”

“Forty-four.”

“What? You look about my age.”

“That’s because I don’t age.”

“That’s right.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve got to help unload cargo. This guy might not be human, so don’t freak out. You’ve seen other aliens before, right?”

“Yeah. What happened to all that pleasantness you had?”

“Get going.” She got up.

“Some companion you are,” he said with a huff.

“Yeah, well… I’m not in a good mood.”

--

Reeon walked to the building, and some alien pointed towards the office. The door was open, he looked inside.

“Come on in, kid…”

He walked inside, and saw what looked like a female figure bent over, faced away, wide hips, what looked like big breast stuck out the sides.

“I was looking for the guy I was talk—”

The figure rose up and turned, he was taken by surprise. What looked like breast was tentacles that protruded from his chest, his arms were long with large forearms and hands, what looked like hips, and a fat ass, was four legs, that stood close together. The face looked similar to an old mans with a visor over his eyes.

“Green horn!”

“Sssir!”

“Still shook up over your first landing, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he answered nervously.

“Let’s get Winston online. What’s your name?”

“Reeon.”

“Just call me G… that’s the only syllable your human tongue can pronounce, anyway,” he said with a chuckle.

Winston came on screen. “G, is Reeon there yet?”

“He just got here.”

“What took ya so long‽”

“Your new guy here probably should’ve gotten better pilot training before you sent him here.”

Winston looked at Reeon. “You bought a ship without even knowing how to fly? And you had the cops swarming the place.”

“I didn’t think they’d check shipyards.”

“What did you do‽”

“I took my life back, that’s what I did!”

“Alright, alright! Now I’m having it unloaded and the ordeal was somewhat smooth. So about the usual payment, right?”

“There’s those one pieces in there, you were wanting.”

“Oh? So a bonus, then?”

“Wait. What about our deal,” Reeon blurted.

“Our deal? Cops busted in my operation. Speaking of operation; how did ‘ol Jazz like my upgrades,” he asked with a laugh.

“No, we had a deal. I don’t know what you did to her, but she hates it. But we can stop by and discuss it all.”

“Yes! The deal! Look, G… Reeon here’s looking for some parts—weapons for the ship. Our deals your deal.”

“What’s this?”

“I’ll take a cut, for a little work on that Haulmaster, you save money.”

“Don’t sound too bad. I’ll take a look, and deduct accordingly, get back to ya.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

G disconnected and stood from his stool.

“Let’s see.”

Reeon followed G out, some other alien handed him a screen that he looked over. They stepped outside and saw Jazzibelle managing the unload. She spoke in ways he didn’t understand.

“Looks like it needs a new coat of shield coat, too. I’ve got some weapons for ya. Two main cannons and a flank cannon. With how maneuverable these are, that should be good’nuff.”

“Shield paint?”

“It helps protect from space shit, like radiation and things that’ll pass through the ship.”

“Sounds important.”

“Yeppers. For when the shields are down, or off. Luckily… you got a Busanics rig, so it’ll just be a few days.”

“Cool. Is there like a town or something here?”

“A few, some ways out. Guys about done with the spare grav-glider, so you can use that. Mean time, just hang out.”

Reeon walked up and into the ship, Jazzibelle watched him enter. He went through the door, as she was ready to bring the gantry in after the last load.

“What did Winston do to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!”

“He wanted to know if you liked your upgrades, but seeing as you don’t… I don’t think they’re upgrades. Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Well I want you too.”

“What are you; pulling rank, master?”

“No. No. You seem upset and I just wanna help. I’m not trying to be your master.”

“Well you are, but there’s no need to act like it.”

“I’m not. I want us to be friends… partners.”

She retracted the gantry crane, and went to shut the door.

“I just don’t want to talk about it, right now. We just met, it just happened. If you wanna help, then learn this ship. I have a feeling that I already wasn’t up to your standards, even if I was whole.” She walked away.

“What’s that mean?” He followed.

“I don’t think… not only do you not fuck androids, but I’m not sure if you like women.”

“I said I like big tits!”

“Said you like, but your tone said otherwise.”

“I’ve never been with a gynoid woman before, but it’s a common thing to do it, I don’t have reservations, or anything. What about my tone?”

“Seemed like you were lying, or something.”

“Like you said; we just met.”

“A guy like you looks like a horndog, and gets all the sex you want.”

They went to the cockpit.

“Don’t let this lame outfit fool you.”

She gave him a crash course on the ship controls and functions.

“Since we’re going to be here a while, I’m going to show you all about this ship. In the meantime… I need to jack in and really check things over.”

“Huh?”

“I can connect with it. At any computer port,” she explained as she pulled a cable from her arm. “I can see everything in the system. We’re done here for now.”

--

Reeon went to his room and tried to find something to do. He finally got around to unpacking, then fiddled with the entertainment.

“I wonder if I can get Earth shows on this thing?”

He went through the menu and found an entire porn section.

“Oh shit!”

He looked through the alien porn selection and found some very odd things, creatures he’d never seen before, things he thought were only in the imagination, or mythology. His cock and mind wasn’t sure how to take any of it, he just stared in awe until he saw a video of what looked like a normal woman eating a mans butt. The camera moved behind her, and revealed her fat, wide butt. He noticed that there wasn’t a vagina, just an oddly shaped anus—it didn’t stop him from getting turned on, especially how the man moaned. Her hands moved about. Aa it panned around back to her face, she pulled out, and he saw she had eyes on stalks near her ears, and something was coming out of the mans hole. Curiosity got the better of him. Where her mouth was, was something that resembled a long, thick penis. She sat up with medium sized nippleless breast exposed. He turned around and Reeon spotted a vagina where his mouth would be.

“Why’s this… hot,” he asked and pulled out his cock.

The man reached for her cock and stroked it, she grabbed his head and forced it inside, Reeon watched it bulge his throat slightly. As he did what Reeon thought was moaning, his ears vibrated. She fucked him hard and fast, then pulled out, Reeon noticed her breast started to harden. The man stroked her face cock rapidly, she cried out, her breast appeared to collapse as an odd colored sperm shot from her and coated him. When she was done, her breast seemed to reflate slightly, more saggy, a bit flatter than they were. Her cock went limp and twitched.

He looked for something else, determined to get off. He started to get drawn to what looked like gender blended, or seemingly female species with male genitalia, until he blew his load. Afterward, felt a bit odd over it. With himself gathered, he found her in the common room looking out the window.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking out the window… I’m bored.”

“I found entertainment.”

“Good for you. I hate these slow times.”

“Watch some TV. We’re gonna be here a while, and won’t be able go to any city until that whatever things, G said we could use, is fixed. Then we’re getting some new fits.”

‘I’m fine with this one.”

“You smell like hydraulic fluid… you stink.”

“I’ll wash it!”

“No, it needs burned. You’re getting clothes, find stuff that makes you feel sexy again. Umm… that’s an order.”

“Fine! Captain.”

--

Refreshed from his last climax, he was back at it, all so exotic to him, things and creatures he’s never seen before, seemingly unavailable on Earth as far as his porn access. At best there were races that resembled humans the most in some videos. With all that humans do in the name of sex, kinks, and fetishes, these went beyond. There was a whole galaxy of sex he found needed to be seen.

Jazzibelle took his advice, mostly because there was little to do, it was night fall, and she got tired of walking the property. She sat in the cockpit and flipped through channels, which did help her catch up on the years she missed.

Reeon was rock hard as he watched another video, excited he figured out the universal translator. He watched a small male creature, that almost resembled a lizard, who looked starved, mount a larger, stout, muscular looking female. To him it looked like a skink trying to have sex with an alligator. Though their heads seemed to resemble in their own ways, axolotls. He was hoping to find more of what he found earlier, and the cover seemed misleading. Her vagina bulged out, as if a pump was taken to it, his cock was long, slender and seemed to have a pronounced knot three fourth the way down. When he inserted himself up to the knot, her vagina seemed to pull him in and close up around his cock.

A call came in.

“Yes,” Jazzibelle answered.

“We’ve located some decent military grade weapons, my crew will be installing them at the rising sun, as well as stripping off that shield coating,” G explained.

“I’ll let him know, thanks.”

“Yall sleep good, see ya later.” He disconnected.

She activated the intercom to his room. “Reeon. I just talked to G. Reeon, do you hear me? Don’t make me come back there!”

Reeon jumped and quickly went to the intercom. “What about G? No need to come in here.”

“What’s that noise in the background?”

“Nothing,” he blurted nervously, and went to turn it down.

She heard rustling and other noises.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing. No need to come in here. So what’s up with G?”

“Bright and early they’re going to start installing the weapons and repainting the ship.”

“That’s cool. Did he say anything about that vehicle?”

“No. That was all he said.”

“Sounds good! I gotta get off here, see ya in the morning, bye!” He disconnected.

“Rude,” she shouted.

Reeon went back to the video, that moved to another couple having sex. This male was a different color. The females seemed to be dull dark colors, while the males were colored like tree frogs. He sat back on the bed and grabbed his cock to stroke.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered and stroked harder.

Next to that couple was another, the male was on his back, her vagina seemed to distend the same way a hyena’s does, it was just as long as the males, but much thicker with a pointed tip. She looked like she was experiencing discomfort from her slightly swollen stomach. Reeon noticed barbs on her distended vagina. She picked him up and took his flaccid cock in her mouth, his words were translated to, “do it, do it, my mighty wife.” Sharp teeth bit down and pulled, his cock broke off, she chewed and swallowed, sat him back down and asked if he was ready. He said this was the best part.

She held her distended member, and guided it at the hole where his penis was, pushed it inside as deep as it’d go. Reeon saw his stomach and loins bulge. The male cried out, she grunted and pushed. Soon, round objects started moving from her to him. She continued to grunt and gasp, body contracting. His stomach started to expand, and the bumps started to be slightly noticeable.

“This is kinda hot.”

When she was done, her member started to deflate and fall out. Fluid dripped out, and the pointed tip was split open like a four-pointed star. He lay there breathing and bleeding. She picked him up and walked off. The camera followed until they walked past another male receiving eggs, and another in the beginning of the reproductive act. It stopped at two males being helped by two other males each, as they give birth. Their stomachs are alive with offspring.

It was too much. Reeon watched the two couples, the one giving sperm, and the one receiving eggs, and blew his load all over his chest. He took that silk shirt off, and tossed it on the floor, Jazzibelle had listened near the door curious to his weird antics. The sound was muffled, but her audio receptor antenna could pick up enough of it. But things suddenly got quiet, other than muffled footsteps. She moved from the door as it opened.

“Is there a washer and dryer on the ship?”

“It’s next to the bathroom. I hope you aren’t thinking about washing that shirt.”

“I was just curious. Uh… why can’t I wash it?”

“If it’s real silk, you can’t wash it. You’ll ruin it. Did you do something to it?”

“No. Just… sweaty.”

She stared at him topless for a moment. He was slightly concerned.

“Are you glitching or something?”

She blinked and snapped out of it. “What? No, I’m fine.”

He nodded. “I’m gonna find something to eat and go to bed.”

“Enjoy yourself.”

She watched him walk to the kitchen, then looked at the slight rise in her crotch.

“Great. It works,” she muttered. “And he’s a stud. A stud that won’t have anything to do with me now. With this bullshit.”