Hello again dear furs who for some weird reason wait patiently for me to release my next story (at least I THINK you exist), I have something else to give to you to read. It's a follow up to Carnal; T'lek when it didn't quite cover all the set pieces I wanted it to. Of course I started writing it so long ago I can't actually remember if I hit the set pieces I wanted to get, but I'm happy with the way these two have turned out.
Now I have to decide if I finish the chimera/herm story or the step-sibling dragons and their explorations into the weird and kinky sex.

Have I ever mentioned that these two stories were inspired by the Wanderer storyline from Endless Sky? No, I don't know how I ended up sexifying a race of avian creatures purely from text, but hey, I'm an imaginative pervert, that's for sure. It's a fun game and nothing say's hell like reigning plasma from multiple rotating turrets. Oh right, sex.

One last thing, no I didn't make the Apostlebird up, they are actually a bird from around where I'm living at the moment. (Struthidea cinerea if you want to look them up and get a better idea of their colouring.) They're a funny bird that's actually quite interesting to watch these family groups hopping around and feeding off the grasses. Not well known for their songs or colouring, but they sound a lot better than most of the other birds Australia has (hell is listening to over a hundred Rainbow Lorikeets fighting for their breakfasts, damn they're noisy). Now I'm going to stop chatting about the avian wildlife out here before I start talking about the black winged bin chicken, or the emus.


(Excerpt taken from the Human galactic wikipedia on the xeno-species Apostlebirds)

The space faring race of the Apostlebirds (galactic frame 223 711, system MAP073, Human scientific name: Xeno Avian Celestial Cinerea (Sentient)) are class 3 (Avian) humanoid species stemming from a branch of their home world biome comparable in anatomy to the avian branch of the Earth's taxonomic classification and in a purely coincidental fashion, have similar anatomical structures to those of the Mockingbird and Blue Jay from the other side of Human explored space.

However the similarities are generalised and in reality the differences do come out upon closer inspection.

In physical appearance, the Apostlebird is shorter in stature than Mockingbirds with an average adult height of 1.35 metres with little difference in height between the sexes. Though shorter, Apostlebirds are stronger than Mockingbirds and Blue Jays (when gravitational force is compensated for) and have stronger flight muscles. Subsequently, the additional muscle mass gives them a slightly larger appearance.

Their plumage is rather consistent across the genders, a rather dull grey colouring with a brown tinge along the front of their winged arms. Their scales, beak and claws are often black, along with the iris. Their beak is shorter (relatively) to the Mockingbird and Blue Jay, suggesting an original diet of seeds, grains and fruits.

They often maintain large family groups with the offspring often marrying between families to strengthen ties before breaking off to form new family groups when the original becomes too large. They are protective of their family groups and are rather distrusting of Humans, who they feel would abuse the family's trust. With exception of their unwillingness to have social relations, they are quite happy to trade and engage in scientific research with humans.

...

Some people ask me what it's was like growing up aboard a spacefaring cargo ship. The thing is, I hatched aboard my family's freighter and spent my formative years travelling the space lanes. For me, the confides of the ship were natural while the open spaces planet-side just seemed daunting. Space is also daunting, but you never travel through space without a ship or a space suit. My discomfort in open spaces is actually quite bizarre when you realise I'm from an avian race.

My ancestors used to soar through the skies of my species' home world. Well not the skies so much as we were a near-ground species, but my ancestors would fly about between the ground and their homes that they built amongst the branches of the trees. My older siblings used to practise flying on the air currents when my family lived on the home world, but I learnt to fly by gliding through the empty hangers and cargo bays of my family's cargo ship where air currents were limited. I never did quite specialise in atmospheric flight and that'd come back later to cause me problems. I became a communications specialist for my family, studying the languages and cultures of the races we traded with and I became quite good at it. My Dad used to call me his little Mockingbird as a joke, but there was no way I could become as skilled as an actual Mockingbird.

Yes, I am sure you've probably read the story of T'lek the Mockingbird and her Human lover, but our names and taking a Human lover are the only two common elements between our stories. I'm not a Mockingbird, I'm an Apostlebird and I'd prefer that you didn't forget it. The fact that their species (and those damn Blue-jays) came from opposite sides of the galaxy to us is a good thing or there'd never be peace between us. The common link we shared with them were Humans.

You Humans just like to spread out, be it alone or as a group, so that you can cover the most area. We were a space faring race long before yours was and we hadn't spread out to cover 1% before we bumped into you. We hastily learned of your reputation; "Caveat emptor" and all, but I did have a fascination with your blind quest of exploration. Okay, exploration is the act of uncovering what is not known, but you'd be off discovering the next star system before you'd truly finished charting the first. My species, at least in part, joked that your primary interest was to go forth, find new species and sleep with them. (Oh yes, THAT reputation almost beat out your deviousness with trade.) I do say we joked in part, but we also held our familial bonds and loyalty quite close, so we were warned to beware of Humans lest they try to charm their way into our families and beds where they would cause havoc before running off with the family's assets. We could trust them with trade, science and business, but not in matters of our families.

You know, the more I go on about this, the more of a hypocrite I seem. You can already guess what happens, so I'm going to skip with the introduction and just tell you of my corruption.


It was a Human distress signal that had drawn my family's cargo ship into the system when the solar flare hit. My family's ship could take the hit from the mass plasma ejection, but the small transport ship I was flying was hit and hit hard, forcing me into the atmosphere of the planet. Had my older sister been flying the transport, she'd have easily been able to glide on the currents down to the surface using only the back-up controls and her strength, but I lacked my sister's skills and soon found myself rapidly losing altitude and picking up speed. With the ground rapidly approaching, I had few other choices but to abandon the ship and eject. Eject is the wrong word, it was more a matter of staggering down the ship so I could open the rear hatch and jump out, but even with the autopilot doing its best to hold the ship steady it was a hard push to get to the back of the ship, open the rear door, check my descent pack one last time and jump out of the back into the roaring wind currents. From there, all I could hope was that the descent pack did its job since I was merely flailing in a vain attempt to get my wings to work (which they wouldn't as I was wearing a space suit) and keep my eyes shut tight.
I felt the first parachute deploy and my descent immediately became more controlled. I opened my eyes to try and see what was going on, but the first thing I managed to make any sense of was my ship crashing into the side of a nearby mountain. This inspired NO confidence in me since it was either a sign of my impending death or that my father would be docking my wages for years to pay for it. I shut my eyes again and now covered my helmet's visor with my arms to shield myself from anything else that could go wrong.
I felt the sudden kick of the second parachute on my descent pack open and as a reflex, looked down to see just how close I was to the ground. Unfortunately, knowing too much can lead to panic and as I looked at the descent watch on my wrist, I knew I was falling too fast for the parachutes to safely decelerate me, which meant the automatic booster rockets were about to kick in. I think I squawked like a baby bird as I felt the boosters kick in just before I slammed into the alien trees of this planet. Now my descent was less a controlled fall and more a chaotic tumble through the branches and leaves. By the time I had stopped, I found myself hanging from my parachutes at least three or four Human metres above the ground. This would be an easy height to glide from, except that gliding wasn't an option with my wings stuck inside my suit. So, I was now stuck with nowhere to go, at least for the moment, hanging from a tree in my space suit and descent pack.

I told my father that one day this would happen every time he sent me out in that transport and he never listened to me. Technical experience my ass.


I tried to remember what I had been taught about surviving in this situation and I did remember the descent pack had just what I needed in this situation; the rappel line. There was something important that I had to remember about the buckles I was unfastening, but it wasn't until I fell to the ground with a painful, bone breaking thud that I remembered what it was, I undid all but the stiff one as that was the one that held me in the harness. Score one for technical experience.
My suit started screaming about the fall and displayed on my visor that the exoskeleton on my right leg had bent and buckled out of shape, fortunately saving my right leg from any serious injury and only leaving it with moderate injuries, which hurt like hell. The exoskeleton on my left leg must have not taken as much force as it was still functioning and only my left knee ached as if I'd just landed on it from a reasonable fall. However I had other problems and it involved the descent pack that hung above me in the tree, several Human metres off the ground.

I dragged myself over to a nearby tree and leaned against the trunk as I took stock of my situation. The fall had seemed a bit faster than I was used to and checking my arm display showed me why; planetary gravity was 22% higher than what I was used to. This meant that even if I could walk, flying was out of the question. There was no way I was going to climb back up into the trees to retrieve my pack after all the trouble I had getting down, but I needed it since all of my survival gear was in the descent pack, including the first aid kit that I would likely need in the near future.

Since merely panicking wasn't going to get me back to my family's ship, I had to work out what I was going to do.
The transport was a loss since I'd seen that explode with my own eyes.
My suit was damaged, but if I opened the vents (my wrist computer having told me the air was within acceptable breathing limits) and kept only the radio powered, I could have my suit act as a beacon for several days, allowing my family to locate me. Surviving several days was going to be a challenge, especially without my emergency equipment.
My leg still hurt and there was no way I could repair the suit to move. My position in a jungle was also going to make it hard for my family to get down to ground level. I also lacked a lot of knowledge of the local wildlife since the world was nearly uncharted, but then again that was why the Human was here in the first place.

As I opened the vents and let the damp, musty air of the planet fill my suit, I wondered just where that damn Human was right about now. If they hadn't gotten in trouble, I wouldn't have been in this mess right now, but since I was stuck here after trying to find them, it'd certainly be useful for them to turn up. A quick calculation told me the odds that they'd have even seen my crash, yet alone my parachute into the forest were so exceptionally small that there was no way I was going to find them in my state.

"Hello? Are you okay over there?"

But sometimes, the odds are so stacked you'd almost feel your life was the plot of some story.

"Don't shoot," the voice called out again. "I have no intention of being hostile. I saw your ship go down and thought you might need help."

"It's okay," I called back in Human, "you can approach. I can't exactly be hostile myself."

My weapon was in my pack since you didn't want it coming loose in the descent.


The tanned Human walked into the clearing brandishing a spear of all things. He wasn't wearing much in the way of clothes, a mere loincloth covering his male genitals, and judging by his unshaven face he'd be here for at least a month.
"Well hello spaceman," the Human said to me with a rather friendly tone as he walked over to me. "Trouble with your landing?"
"I can't say that I'm an expert in atmospheric flight," I replied as he crouched before me, his loincloth falling aside and letting me see his external Human genitals.
"Well you walked away from it, so it can't be that bad."
"I can't walk," I pointed out as I gestured at my leg and damaged suit. "The fall from the tree was a bit too much on my suit."
"Well let me see what the scanner says," the Human said as he reached into the leather bag he was carrying and pulled out a Cepscian medical scanner (one of the best you could get in this quadrant of the galaxy).
It was a strange sight to see this seemingly caveman like Human running a medical scanner over my sore leg, but I was grateful that he had it one way or the other.
"So, what about you?" I asked as he made another pass with the scanner. "What happened to your ship?"
"Solar flares damaged my engines and barely left me enough to make a rough landing," he said as he stopped scanning and looked at the results, "and since I don't have the parts to make repairs, I launched the beacon and hoped someone would find it. Luckily for me you came crashing in."
"And in the time that you've been here, you've gone feral?" I asked sarcastically as I tried to stop looking at his exposed crotch.
"You have to dress for the environment," he replied, before continuing with the tone of a doctor. "The scanner says that you have a hairline fracture, but there's no severe damage."
"Well it still hurts."
"What'd you expect would happen little Mockingbird?" He asked as he stood up and put the scanner back in his bag.
"I am not a Mockingbird," I said angrily.
"Yeah, the scanner said you were an Apostlebird, but your name patch says Mockingbird."

Damnit Dad.

"Do you have anything to treat it?" I asked, glad my visor was still down and was hiding my annoyance at my father.
"I have a few things back at camp that will help," the Human said as he pointed the way he came, "but we'll have to get moving soon. The hunters seem to prefer the afternoons."
"Hunters?" I asked with nervous surprise. "Hunters of what?"
"Well they're carnivores, so anything made of edible meat really."
"Does that include me?"
"Well the suit and feathers will make you difficult to digest, but I don't think they'd have a problem."
All of a sudden, the trees didn't seem that bad of a place to be.
"Well I can't walk," I pointed out, "especially in this higher gravity."
"I can carry you, but you're going to have to get out of that suit," the Human said as he looked up at my descent pack. "We can stow your suit and I can come back for all this tomorrow morning."
I had put up with a lot of crap today, but there was no way I was going to abandon the only thing that gave me comfort.
"I am not undressing in the middle of a jungle," I insisted.
"Look Mockingbird," the Human said firmly as he turned to stare at me, their gaze somehow piercing my tinted visor, "the creatures around these parts aren't friendly and it's going to be hard enough to carry you as it is. Once we get back to my camp we'll be fine but getting there's the problem. As much as I'd like to do all that I can, you either shed the space suit or I leave you here on your own. Your choice."


Five minutes later I was wearing a singlet and a pair of underpants as the Human carried me on his back in the style Humans called the 'piggy-back', while my arms draped over his shoulders and I did my best to hang on. He seemed quite the skilled runner, despite that we were passing through a rather dense jungle and it wasn't long before we broke through the undergrowth into a long strip of cleared land that ended with his spacecraft. The last sprint had us scrambling up the rear cargo ramp and it closed behind us with a hiss.
"Never again," the Human said as he sat me down against the wall of the currently unused airlock.
"It didn't seem like anything was chasing us," I said as I looked around in the red glow of the ship.
"Give it a minute," he replied as he sat down with his back against the opposite wall. "They'll show their disappointment."
I heard something scratching against the side of the ship and though I felt a bit more comfortable inside a ship again, I worried that whatever was outside was going to make the outside come in. I hated being planet-side.

"Don't be worried," the Human panted. "I've checked the hull of the ship every day and they can't even scratch the paint. It just makes a lot of noise because there do sort of shake the ship."
"Do you know what they are?" I asked as I listened to them clawing at the ship's hull.
"My speciality is xeno-botany, but if I had to guess; they're the apex predator of this region."
I shuddered, my feathers fluffing up as I tried to put the fear of death to the back of my mind.
"So, what happens now?" I asked.
"Well my plan is to tend to your leg and then maybe have some lunch."
"We're just going to wait here?!" I asked in surprise. "Shouldn't we try and contact my ship in orbit?"
"I didn't know you were here until I saw your ship come crashing through the sky," he admitted. "The upper layers of the atmosphere is interfering with my communications equipment. Once the beacon passed through one of the higher layers, the link cut out."
"You mean we can't make contact with my family's ship in orbit?" I asked in surprise.
"I don't know. They gave me basic communications training, but someone with more advanced radio skills might be able to compensate for the atmospheric distortions."
"Well then you're in luck," I sighed. "I'm the communications officer for my ship, so with a bit of reading I should be able to work your radio."
"You'll have plenty of time to read," the Human said as he turned and looked at a wall panel before the interior lighting returned to normal lighting, "but that can wait until we've tended to that leg."


For someone who studied alien plants (I asked him what a xeno-botanist was while he started to tend to my leg), he was surprisingly good with a healing bay.
"So, Mockingbird, tell me about your ship," the Human asked as he set up the leg splint. "Apostlebirds usually travel with your families, right?"
"Call me T'lek," I insisted. "Mockingbird is the pet name my father gave me."
"Okay T'lek. You're travelling with your family?"
"Yeah, I'm still under my father's command despite my age. He wants me to marry, but..."
I actually didn't want to finish my explanation, so I was lucky when the Human interrupted me.
"You just don't want to settle down and have offspring running between your feet while you're trying to do your job?"
"That's pretty much it," I lied, glad that I had something of a cover story. "What about you?"
"I have a family I suppose," he said as he finished securing my leg and bones to the splint frame.
"What happened to them?" I asked, guessing as to their most likely fate. "Space pirates?"
What surprised me is that he actually started to laugh.
"In a way," he chuckled. "In truth, my wife ran off to marry the lieutenant of a band of space pirates, only for her to end up their leader. I haven't seen her or my daughter in over two years."
"That sounds a bit rough," I replied. "She didn't like being married to a xeno-botanist?"
"Xeno-medical researcher," he replied without missing a beat.
"That's quite a prestigious job, how'd you end up studying plants on some backwater planet?"
"I needed a change after my wife left me," he said as he finished setting the bone splint. "I had to get away from the research lab and forget my old life."
"And you ended up studying alien plants?"
"I wanted to forget my old life. Surprisingly I've been quite happy since my ship crashed."
I was surprised that anyone would want to be stuck on an uninhabited planet with hostile alien creatures wanting to kill them.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked in surprise, about to sit up before I felt his hand on my chest to hold me in place. "This place is so isolated!"
"I think that's what I enjoy about this place," he replied. "Just worrying about the basics and collecting plant samples has sort of made me forget about the rest of the universe."
"There are things outside the ship that want to kill you," I pointed out.
"I didn't say it was a safe paradise, but it's the most content I've been in a long time."

'Humans,' I thought to myself, confused by his thinking.

"Well the splint's in place," he said as he checked his work. "I'll apply the healing gel and you shall be back on your feet in a couple of days."
"A couple of days?" I asked nervously. "That means I'm stuck here?"
"If you can get us rescued before then we'll be able to move you," he said as he took a rather large syringe filled with a light blue, semi-transparent liquid, "but you aren't moving until this leg heals."
"Are you sure that stuff isn't going to kill me?" I asked nervously.
"Don't worry," he said as he applied a trail of the gel along the top of my leg, "this is a Dr Thwaite special blend."


After he finished rubbing the gel into my leg, he went into the next room and began to do research on the plant samples he must have collected before he rescued me. I'd spent some time looking at the manual for the communications systems, but since it was written in Human, I did find it a rather taxing job of working out what it said when I was without my Human-Apostlebird translation notes. After a couple of hours, I put the data pad down and closed my eyes for a moment. My shifting abdomen told me that it was almost time for me to lay my false eggs. With the splint immobilising me there was no way I could lay them without help and I wasn't going to hold them in for a couple more days. I knew there was nothing I could do by myself, but it was a matter of overcoming my own embarrassment.
"Human?" I called out nervously as my own abdomen started to tingle. "Are you still there?"
A bearded face poked around the doorway.
"Need some help with waste disposal?" He asked, not moving from where he was standing.
"That's not my problem," I admitted.
"Need to lay your false eggs?"
"Yes," I spluttered in surprise, caught unaware by his upfront attitude.
"I figured you were about due to lay," he said as he walked into the medical bay. "Do you normally use false eggs?"
"It's a personal medical problem," I admitted.
"Your mother's dominance doesn't suppress your need to breed?"
"That's right," I said, surprised that this Human knew about Apostlebird family reproduction habits.
"A rare condition," he said as he walked over to the medical bay where I was lying and draped a clean sheet over my abdomen and legs. "Never thought I'd actually come across someone with your condition out here."

My condition was actually quite stigmatised in Apostlebird society. Since I wasn't able to suppress my sexual appetite like other females, dominant females would often consider me a threat to their control. In addition, females of my kind often found it hard to be satisfied by the average Apostlebird male. To me, my condition was a real burden and this Human's seeming interest, knowledge and fascination with my condition was insulting.

"Human, my condition is a burden to me and my family and I would appreciate it if you didn't treat it like some novelty," I said angrily as I tried to push against his hand on my chest so I could sit up and yell at him, but his weight and my lack of strength in the higher gravity left me stuck to the table.
"I know it's not a novelty," the Human replied coldly. "It's a condition that I did a lot of research on."
"Your sick Human perverted interests aren't my concern."
"My sick Human perversions were the primary research on your condition."
"Please, Dr Jason Thwaite wouldn't be in a crashed ship on some planet in the middle of nowhere studying plants."
"I prefer not to go by Doctor anymore."

I'd seen a couple of pictures of Dr Thwaite before and he looked to be a well-presented Human who looked nothing like the unwashed Human I was looking at now.

"You are not Dr Thwaite."
"It doesn't matter what you think; I'm the only one here who can help you."
"And what do you know of Apostlebird anatomy?"
"Would it matter if I listed off my credentials? You can't exactly check them at the moment, can you?"

It annoyed me just how right he was, but my own body decided that laying my false eggs was more important than my discussion with this Human.

"Alright captain," I said as I felt my abdomen seemingly push against my crotch as the first egg moved into position. "It feels like I don't have a choice but to trust you."
"I don't like being called captain either."
"It's the only credential you have," I squawked at him, "and I hope you're a better midwife than a ship pilot."
"Captain it is," he replied as he held his hands up to signal that he didn't want to fight any more. "Did you want any lubricants or relaxants?"
"Some lubricant would be good," I panted as I leaned back, "but you're going to have to apply it."

He walked over to a bench and sterilised his hands before putting on a set of medical gloves. As he came back over carrying some lube and a couple of towels, I noticed that he wasn't wearing a medical mask.
"You want to cover that mess of a beard up?" I asked as he pulled over a stool and sat down at the end of the bed.
"I get the feeling that you don't want me looking under the sheet," he said as he put the towels and lube on a small instrument table beside my bed.
"You think you can do this by feel?" I asked, raising an eye ridge with surprise.
"I'm helping you lay your false eggs," he pointed out as he took a pair of scissors, reached under the sheets and up to my hips before carefully cutting my underpants away from my body, "not performing a vaginal inspection."
"You are going to have to lubricate me," I pointed out as he pulled away my useless pair of underpants.
"I'm sure you'll tell me if I mess up," he said as he took the lube and squeezed some onto the palm of his hand.

With his clean hand, he moved my good leg to the side before I felt the cold chill of the lube against my sexual opening, the large amount messing up the downy feathers that surrounded it.

"Cold!" I squawked in surprise, my body twitching as a reflex to the shock.
"It'll warm up," he said to me as he started to smear the lubricant against my sexual lips. "If I'd known beforehand I would have warmed it up for you."

I shivered a bit as his fingers began to rub the opening of my pussy, but the sensation soon began to warm up.

"Can you put some in a bit deeper?" I asked as my body began to relax. "The eggs can get a bit dry."
"That's getting a bit too intimate, even for a ship captain."

Of course it was, but it was rare to have someone else playing with my sex and it was starting to feel good. I gave him an annoyed look that he was denying me my little urge.

"Okay, you're the expert on what you need," he replied, though sounding unsure of what I was asking. "Did you want me dim the lights and turn on some mood music?"
"We aren't making some inter-species porno here," I pointed out, "the extra lubrication will be enough."
"And here I was about to get the cameras out."
I looked at him with a rather displeased gaze.
"Human sarcasm, right?"
"But the feral Human fucking a female Apostlebird porno just sells so well on the free market."
"THAT'S sarcasm," I replied as I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the Human's fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. "That's a niche product if there ever was one."
"You're an expert on Human/Apostlebird porn?"
"Humans occasionally pop up in my porn searches, but they aren't to my liking."
"Somehow I feel you're lying," he replied with a cheeky smile. "You're clenching a bit too much for it to be involuntary."

I felt my whole pelvis tense and all of a sudden, I could feel just how deep he'd gotten two of his fingers inside of me.

"Just like that," he said, still wearing that cheeky smile.
"No one else has touched me before," I blurted out as I sat up all of a sudden.
"Lay back down," he said calmly, his silliness disappearing behind a serious and worried tone. "You'll jostle your leg and then I'll have to reset it again."
"Well I haven't been touched like this before," I admitted as I lay back down, feeling embarrassed as most other females my age were married.
"I wouldn't consider a routine egg extraction to be an erotic experience," he replied as he slipped his lubricated fingers right up to the opening of my egg chamber.

There was no routine about it as far as I was concerned. The eggs felt good going in and they felt even better coming out. Sometimes I'd deliberately take a couple of hours to lay my three false eggs into the makeshift nest I built for them. My need to breed was a strong one and though my eggs never truly eased the urge, they at least tempered it for a while.

"Is that enough?" He asked as he slowly slid his fingers from my passage, leaving me feeling somewhat emptier.
"That's fine," I panted as I put a paw on my abdomen, feeling it move as my first egg was slipped into position at the opening to my egg chamber. "This may get a bit noisy."
"Unless you're louder than a Human woman giving birth, I get the feeling that I'll be okay," he replied as he slipped both of his hands under the sheet and brushed them against the inside of my feathery thighs.

He was about to find out that I was quite the squawker when I orgasmed.


Laying wasn't quite the involved process that many thought it was. Most of the time my body knew exactly what it was doing, leaving me to pleasure myself as they slipped through my sexual passage. My urges were insane sometimes and as I laid my eggs, I'd imagine myself some breeding hen in the harem of some powerful and virile male. I'd imagine myself in a perpetual state of being fucked, being gravid with eggs or laying them for the enjoyment of my horny master, and as the first egg was pushed through the loosening sphincter of my egg chamber, I couldn't help but let this fantasy come back to my mind and to my beak.
"I'm your little egg slut, aren't I master?" I muttered under my breath.
"What?!" My Human midwife asked in surprise.
"Sorry, it's nothing," I stuttered, about to sit up only to find another hasty hand against my chest, the sheet knocked out of the way to show the Human my now pulsing red sexual opening.
"Stop trying to sit up," he warned me as he looked up at my face.
"Sorry, I didn't realise I said that out loud," I admitted.
"I know this may seem strange, but if this is normally how you, you know, then it might be best not to change your routine," he said as he fixed the sheet back up, covering me again, "things are different enough as they are."
"You want me to....," I sat up in surprise, or at least that was my intention before the hand was back against my chest holding me down.
"I will restrain you if you don't lay still," he warned me, his tone and demeanour actually adding fuel to my little sexual fire rather than suppressing it.

I almost wanted to test him.

"So you want me to masturbate in front of you?" I asked as calmly as I could, trying to hide my enthusiasm at his suggestion.
He paused for a moment, seeming to think before he let out a groan.
"I'm going to have to do it," he groaned as he put his head in his hands, forgetting the well lubricated gloves that covered them. "I can't have you moving."
"Are you kidding me?" I asked, having learned from prior experience to only lift my head this time to look at him.
"Can you do it without sitting up?"

I tried to reach, but my little winged arms just couldn't reach without having to sit up or actually apply effort to reach down. No way was I going to miss a chance like this.

"No, can't reach," I said while trying to sound sincere.
He let out another annoyed groan as he put his face in his sticky hands again, but I think he realised his mistake this time.
"Of all my bloody luck," he sighed as he stood up and walked over to a basin to take the gloves off and wash his face.
"There isn't another way?" I asked, trying to feign interest in other options.
"All of them are far to invasive either personally or physically," he explained as he turned back around. "I mean, I could sedate you and manually remove them, but I think you'd prefer not to be asleep while some Human messes with your genitals and there's no way I'm performing a C-section by myself with this medical bay."

To me, both were definitely lesser options.

"I thought you said you were an expert on my condition," I pointed out.
"Oh yes, I spent 5 years studying xenobiology at university and researching your medical condition for another 5 to know how to masturbate a female Apostlebird who happens to be laying," he muttered. "Plus, you don't believe my credentials anyway."
"Okay, that's a point," I said, my body deciding that it didn't want to wait for him to gather his confidence, "but I need whatever experience you have between my legs at this moment if I'm going to lay these eggs. Now Doctor, your patient is willing and waiting."


I got the feeling I'd hit a nerve. He took a deep breath before grabbing a new pair of gloves and walking back over to me to sit down.
"Okay, but no kinky stuff," he said as he went to slide his hands back under the sheet.
"That's fine, but I'm watching," I said as I grabbed the sheet and pulled it out of the way. "I'm not going to have some amateur playing away at my crotch while I try to lay."
"That's fine," he replied, but the slight blush in his cheeks said that he might be a bit embarrassed to see me like this.

The ceiling of the medical bay had a mirror embedded in it, but I got the feeling that it was never intended for watching a stranger masturbate you while laying false eggs. I could just see the top of my cherry red and quite damp slit from where I was laying, a perfect angle to watch the eggs coming out of me.

"So where do we start?" He asked as he added some lube to his gloves.
"We'll skip dinner," I said as I spread my good leg out a bit to give him a better view. "You don't mind skipping foreplay as well?"
"My personal opinion on the subject isn't an issue," he replied as he rubbed his gloved hands together, "and I don't think my experience works here anyway."
"Well the first part is easy," I said as I got comfortable looking up at the mirror above me, "all you need to do is gently rub my opening."
He didn't hesitate and soon I felt his gloved hand sliding up and down the length of my pussy lips, letting my folds slip between his fingers as he did so.
"I hope my hand isn't too big," he replied as he continued rubbing, his upright, smooth and larger hand was quite a different feeling to my scale-covered paw.
"I'll forgive you," I chirped as I wriggled my hips just a little, "your hands are much softer."
"Do you mind if I do a bit of exploring of my own?" He asked as his rubbing paused. "I've never gotten an opportunity to study a xeno-avian laying before."
"You're not going to take pictures, are you?" I asked cautiously, unsure what he was after.
"Nothing that formal," he replied. "Just idle questions that come to you when you're sitting in your office late at night, like if this feels as good as it normally does."
One of his thumbs eased over my pseudo-penis carefully, barely touching it actually. The shiver that went up my spine was more of annoyance than gratification and I let out a bit of an annoyed caw.
"Do Human females enjoy soft touches that annoy more than arouse?" I asked as I fluffed my feathers up a bit.
"No, but I didn't want to apply too much stimulus to you all at once," he replied as he slid his thumb over my pseudo-penis with a bit more contact and pressure. "How's that?"
"Better," I warbled as my body recovered and my feathers relaxed, "but don't be afraid to apply some more pressure. My body needs more stimulus when I'm readying to lay."
"That must be the endorphins affecting your pain receptors," he replied as he gave my pseudo-cock a rather firm stroke with his thumb, pushing it right against my body.
I let out a happy trill as his thumb squashed my pseudo-cock, an action that would have made me kick him at any other time, but the dulled sensation helped with any possible pain, leaving me to feel him firmly stroking the small spire of nerves.
"Science, science, science," I muttered as I curled the toes on my unrestrained foot. "Quit the mumbo-jumbo and do it again."
His thumb repeated the process again, but once it reached the top it slid back down, making my pseudo get twisted around before being squashed by his digit as it went the other way. I was in a surprising state of bliss as he did this over and over, adopting a figure of eight pattern on my pseudo with its base where the path crossed over.

The sensation was amazing and nothing I could replicate in the privacy of my own room. I was so absorbed by the amazing pleasure I was feeling that I didn't notice my first egg was making its way towards my outer opening until a particularly hard contraction found the solid object in its path.
"Ow," I moaned as twitched a bit, trying to curl up only to be stopped by a rather sticky hand.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he gave my singlet a gentle rub, massaging my sternum beneath.
"I didn't realise I was laying," I said as I relaxed, the pain soon dulled and overwhelmed by a rather stubborn orgasm attempting to approach. "I'll just need a moment."
I felt his fingers opening the lips to my passage and the warm breath on my sex as he looked in at the egg.
"Will you be right to keep going?" He asked, almost as if he were directing his question at the egg within me.
I said nothing as I gently eased the egg down my sexual tunnel, feeling the moment when my cervix closed behind it and my outer lips starting to spread as they were pushed apart by the protruding egg.
"Don't drop it," I warned as the journey of the egg stopped as I paused for a moment. "I know they're fake, but no female wants her eggs dropped."
I saw him moving something white up to my crotch, but I couldn't quite tell what it was until I felt the fluffy texture of a towel press up against my tailvent.
"I'm not going to drop it Momma," he said as he cupped the false egg with his hands, using the towel as extra padding. "One last push."
I rolled my eyes as I let myself relax, feeling the sensations I had felt a hundred times before, but never tiring of the thrill they gave me.
"Momma indeed," I replied as I closed my eyes and let my passage ripple downwards, slowly easing the egg through my sexual lips, teasing the base of my pseudo-cock as the largest part slipped through before I felt my body clenching to push it the rest of the way. The sensation of my body closing back up triggered the orgasm I had been seeking and my body started to shift on the bed as let out a moan, my arms fluttering their feathers as my chest tried to twist, held back by a Human hand again.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself there," he said as he rubbed my chest a bit as my body slowly calmed down.
"Laying is quite stimulating," I sighed as I relaxed back against the bed, "and my body does crave it."
"Explains why you're using them," he said as he dried the first false egg with the towel, "but why three?"
"Well I started off with one, but as I got older I found they were too small to replicate a proper egg."
I had on a few occasions ended up gravid with an unfertilised egg within me and they were much larger than the false ones I used, but then again, my natural egg grew within me while I had to put the false ones inside me. I preferred the natural eggs to my artificial ones, but I was always wild and sex crazed in my breeding cycle, so it was prohibitive to let nature take its course.

"Shall we start on the next one?" The Human asked as he gave my belly a gentle massage. "The sooner we have them out, the sooner you can rest and recover."
"I know," I sighed, actually enjoying the attention I was getting, particularly the way he rubbed my belly, "but I do need a few minutes to recover."
"Shall I leave you alone for a few minutes then?"
"There's no need," I chirped as I gazed up at the reflection above me and subsequently, his lap and the growing erection standing out from his loincloth, "but I am flattered by your opinion of my body."
"How can you...?" He went to ask, noticing the reflective surface above the bed and what I was looking at.
As he draped the sheet he had been using to cover me up across his own lap, I did feel a mix of disappointment and enjoyment as his embarrassment.
"I don't think you should read TOO much into it," he said as he tried to camouflage his erection in the folds of the sheet, "it's a stimulus response."
"I do know how arousal works, be it Human or Apostlebird," I pointed out. "You're getting turned on by this whole ordeal."
"It won't affect my ability to do my job."
"Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to fuck a female Apostlebird late in the evening as you sat in your office pondering idle questions?"
"At the moment I'm wondering if I'd be able to tranquillise you and remove the eggs manually," he grumbled as he crossed his legs.
"No changing the subject," I said as one of my paws reached down to cup my sex, spreading my vaginal opening so I could show off the dark pink of my sexual passage, still desiring more stimulation.
"Actually, the answer is irrelevant," he said as he gave the top of my splinted leg a pat. "Desires or no, I couldn't find out at the moment anyway."
"Sounds like you're still avoiding the question," I grumbled as he rubbed my belly again, somehow moving the second egg into position with the movements of his hand. "Have you, or haven't you?"
"Come on, second one," he said, once again completely ignoring my question.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" I demanded, squeezing my abdomen to hold the false eggs in place.
"It's doesn't matter what answer I give, it'll just distract you from the task at hand," he pointed out with a firm tone. "Now stop resisting and let the eggs out before you do some sort of muscle damage."

Unfortunately he was right and if I didn't let my body lay the eggs, I'd probably end up in some really severe pain. I didn't have to say anything, I think my disappointment was rather evident by the look on my face, but my body continued with its task anyway and soon the egg had slipped into position at the exit to my egg chamber.

"Just so you know, I'll want that answer when I'm done," I muttered as my body started to fill with endorphins once again to ease the pain.
"You can ask me whatever you want when you've laid your eggs," he said as his fingers eased into my sexual opening so he could spread me open to see the end of the egg as it began to ease through.
"And you'll tell me," I said firmly.
"We'll see."

I wasn't going to have him dodge the question again, so with all the strength I could muster I squeezed my pelvic muscles and went against the muscles of my egg chamber, sucking the egg back inside.

"The egg's just gone back in," he said as he looked up at me.
"And it's not coming out until you tell me, yes or no."
"Fine, no I am not curious," he said, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"So you've never been curious?" I asked, lifting my head up to look at him. "Not even the slightest bit interested about what'd be like to have your cock buried within a female Apostlebird?"
"No," he said firmly.
"Male Apostlebird?"
"No I am not curious about what'd be like to fuck an Apostlebird," he grumbled. "Now can we please get back to the urgent task of you laying your eggs?"

I was disappointed at his answer. I'd heard Human males were notorious for sticking their dicks into any sentient species they could seduce (and some non-sentient species), but I had to presume that there were outliers within the species; I was an outlier in my own after-all.
While I should have felt more disappointment at the prospect of not being fucked for the first time in my life, I remembered the fact that I had two false eggs left to lay and they'd keep me entertained for a while

"Are you still with me Mockingbird?" I heard him ask as he gently shook my shoulder.
"I'm still here," I replied as I snapped back to reality and the pleasure that was starting to soak through my abdomen. "What have I missed?"
"Well I need you to push," he replied as he looked back into my tunnel and at the egg that was trying to protrude into it.

I took a deep breath and tensed my abdominal muscles, this time working with my own involuntary muscles and began to slip the egg from my egg chamber.

"You appear to be taking a bit longer than last time," he said to me as his fingers reached up to massage at the opening the egg was slipping through.
"I'm not going to rush this," I trilled, my body starting to edge itself towards my next climax. "Slower makes my orgasms better."
"Well as your doctor, I would prefer that you don't delay," he said as he looked away from my crotch and up at my head. "I don't know about you, but I am finding this whole ordeal a bit embarrassing."
"You're not the one with some stranger's hands in their crotch," I pointed out.
"You're not the one with your hands in some stranger's crotch who appears to be sexually enjoying the sensation," he replied.
And he was right, his hands were a lot smoother and devoid of sharp and pointy claws or scales and I was enjoying the feeling of being held open as I laid my eggs.
"No one said you can't join in the fun," I said, feeling cheeky.
This shut him up and I could get back to laying my second egg, enjoying the whole sensation and edging toward orgasm.


I heard an audible pop this time as my egg slipped through the muscular seal of my egg chamber and the Human's fingers gently grasp the egg and begin to ease it free.
"Not so fast," I chirped, my passage squeezing his fingers against the egg and holding him in place, "there's no need to hurry this along."
"I just thought you wanted these eggs laid so I can leave you to rest," he said as he moved his fingers a bit in an attempt to get comfortable.
"Something tells me I won't be going anywhere," I said, heavy with sarcasm.
"Then let me take my fingers out...."
"No you don't," I interrupted as I gave my passage another squeeze. "Your fingers are mine until I lay them."
"This is the last time I play midwife to any Apostlebird who isn't laying a real egg," he muttered as he moved his fingers a bit against my insides.

His fingers certainly added something different to the feel of the egg as I eased the combination of Human hands and my false egg through my sexual passage. It was definitely larger than usual and the joints of the Human's fingers massaged my body in ways I hadn't felt before. It was an alien sensation, one that I'd have to somehow replicate later. It took me a lot longer than usual to ease it from my body, part of me unwilling to rush while my pelvic muscles struggled with the larger size. Soon, both fingers and egg pressed against the final ring of muscle that usually held my sexual tunnel shut to the outside world.
"You feel quite tight," he said to me as I gave my passage a squeeze, the muscled ring clenching around his wrists. "Are you sure you can get my hands out with the egg?"
"My natural eggs are much larger than this," I said, somewhat proud of myself, "I'm just enjoying the strange sensation of your fingers wrapped around it, they're adding something new."
"I find this really perverse," the Human muttered as he wriggled his hands a bit.
"Oh come on, you're enjoying it, admit it," I replied as I squeezed my sexual passage a bit. "You're curious what it'd be like to stick your penis in here."
"After today, I am certainly more than able to guess," he said as he made sure I didn't pull his hands and the egg back into my body. "Now can you lay?"
"Not yet," I warbled as I did my best to pull him back in, "this feels good and I want to enjoy it."
"Must you bring yourself to yet another orgasm?"
"My need is constant and relief is rare," I pointed out. "I'm not going to waste this opportunity."
"I'd prefer not to be a part of it," he replied, sounding annoyed.
"Wriggle your hands around a bit and it'll get me there faster."

I could see the annoyed conflict on his face as he thought about my suggestion. It wasn't long before his hands and the egg started to move back and forth as if he were trying to wriggle it free.
"That's it," I moaned as I gave my pussy another flex, savouring the feeling of his covered knuckles grinding against my flesh, "but twist it a bit."
He seemed to think about my request, but he obliged me by slowly twisting his hands one way and then the other. I should have felt guilty for taking advantage of my rescuer in such a way, but it just felt amazing and there was no way I was going to give up the opportunity of feeling someone helping me lay in such an erotic way.
The closer I got to my climax, the less I was able to concentrate on holding his hands inside me and as I reached my peak, I suddenly felt my muscles give way, his hands and the egg slip free and my pelvis convulse in orgasmic pleasure. I must have been caught off guard as I was quickly reminded that I wasn't to move as a sticky hand pressed against my chest to hold me down. My pussy clenched and gaped as my insides contracted and twisted as if I was laying egg after egg. I wished I could have seen the lewd site of my sexual tunnel spilling sexual gel onto the bed beneath me, but the mere thought kept me going, moaning and cawing as I savoured this multiple orgasm.


I don't know how long I was in the bliss of that orgasm or how long I lay there merely panting and fighting off the urge to sleep. When I finally opened my eyes and looked at the table next to me, I saw the second egg sitting next to the first, carefully wrapped in a towel and cleaned of my sexual gel. I was still panting to catch my breath, but I felt a sense of accomplishment for laying two eggs and having two massive orgasms. The only problem was, my pelvis ached and though I tried, I couldn't move anything below my ribcage.
"Welcome back," the Human said as he walked back into the medical bay, towel wrapped around his waist. "I was worried, but I hoped that you'd be out for a lot longer."
"Was I asleep?"
"For about twenty minutes," he replied as he grabbed a fresh set of gloves from the dispenser next to him. "The muscle relaxant should have kicked in by now."
"Relaxant?"
"I administered a muscle relaxant to you when you first fell asleep. Hopefully your abdomen should be numb by now."
"What are you planning to do?" I asked as I tried to sit up, only to find a hand holding me down again.
"I'll remove your third egg myself," he replied. "I thought you were going to be out a bit longer, but it's too late to back out now."
"I didn't agree to this!" I shouted as I felt his hand rubbing against my sexual opening, actually annoyed that he'd deny me another beautiful orgasm.
"You were unconscious at the time," he pointed out. "I had no choice but to make the decision."
"Then I want to wait for it to wear off!"
"That may take two or three hours, at which time your body will have gone out of its laying cycle. I don't have a choice, so I'm going in."
I wanted to feel cheated, violated and robbed, but the moment I felt his lubricated hand slipping into my still sensitive pussy, I felt my spine tingle as I was violated and I had to admit, it felt good to feel him taking advantage of my immobilised state, as if I was a toy for his own amusement.
"Why can I feel your hand?" I groaned as I was stretched once again, but this time from my vaginal lips up to the opening of my egg chamber.
"It's a relaxant," he pointed out. "It's designed to interfere with your muscles, not your nerves."
'And that's why this feels amazing,' I thought to myself as I dragged my claws along the table beneath me.
"Harder," I groaned as I wriggles my shoulders a bit.
"Are you going to make this more awkward than it already is?" He asked as he started to finger the opening to my egg chamber so he could slip further into my body.
"You say awkward, I say this is something completely different," I cawed. "Mmm, take what you want from me dear Human, I am yours to abuse."
"Can you stop talking?" He grumbled as he started to ease a finger through the loose muscle that sealed my egg chamber. "I feel bad enough about this as it is."
"Feel bad about robbing me of my innocence?" I asked as I rubbed my paws over my abdomen. "You're the only one that's gotten this far with me before."
"Again, you aren't helping," he grumbled as he slipped his finger free from the opening to my egg chamber. "Now stop it or I'm going to have to take more drastic action."
"Oh? Now I'm curious what perverse things you're thinking about."
"I have a roll of medical tape and no fear of using it."
"I have heard you Humans are into kinky things, are you planning on binding me and then taking advantage of my maiden body?"

Part of me knew I shouldn't have kept teasing him, but I was enjoying myself and needed to see if he could make it better. Of course he wasn't quite gentle when he grabbed my wrists and began to bind them together, but the rough treatment just fuelled my desires. It particularly got interesting when he began to wrap the tape around my beak and then tied my bound wrists to my beak so my paws blocked my vision. I whimpered nervously, hopefully making him think that his bindings were keeping me under control when I knew he was under my thumb. Had I been able to move my hips, I would have lifted them up and begged for him to slide his hand back in there.

"Now I'm going to remove this egg of yours," he said to me as he took his hands away from my beak, "and you're not going to interfere with me, are you?"
I nodded my head, fundamentally lying through my beak. I would if I could, but with my lower body anaesthetised and arms bound to my beak, there wasn't much I could do, but something told me that he didn't want me savouring every little bit of his kinky game, something that I was now going to do.


He wasn't quick when he inserted his hand into my pussy again, probably careful that I'd be unable to tell him if he did something wrong and in truth, his speed drove me crazy. Had I been able to yell at him, I'd be screaming at him to hurry up and fuck me faster or just get his hand out of me.
Being stuck in this bound and helpless state certainly didn't change the fact that he was far too slow, but I didn't see it as his caution or ineptitude; I saw it as a deliberate sexual torture. I wanted to shift and struggle, to resist this evil pleasure of his, but that thought of being at his mercy, under the control of hands, it drove me wild. I could wriggle my head from side to side a bit, but my arms tied to my beak made it hard to do much with what few muscles I had control of.
"There," he said as his hand gently pressed against the opening of my egg chamber, "I'm almost to the egg. Is this so bad?"

I wanted to yell that he had to be kidding or delusional. This was a slow torture with me under his complete control. It was amazing and something I'd never experienced before in my life. All I could do was close my eyes and resist the urge to desperately squawk into my bound beak, letting him find out that this was the most aroused I'd ever been in my life. I couldn't believe just how much of my sexual lubricant was oozing from my passage and over my tail vent, or how elusive this orgasm was. I thought my body would surrender the moment his hand slipped through the opening and into my egg chamber, but other than a sudden chill that ran up my spine, I was still without my most wanted climax.
"I almost have it," he said as his fingers twisted the egg inside me, making its textured surface rub against the egg chamber wall, "and then all this unpleasantness will be over."
Unpleasantness? Over?! Had I known that disobedience would result in such amazing sensations, I would have tried to fly off the bed before my first egg. All of a sudden, I found myself wishing I could lay here for several hours with my paws bound to my beak as the Human slid his whole hand into my egg chamber. I wanted to be the 'unwilling' victim of his sexual explorations and especially 'unwilling' for him to fill me with his seed, leaving me gravid with his eggs. All that I could do now was do my best to hide just how much pleasure I was feeling from having his hand inside me, shifting the egg around in my egg chamber, putting pressure on the soft inner walls. I think the hardest part of the whole ordeal was the fact that I couldn't squeeze his arm, showing him just how much pleasure he was giving me.

It took him a few minutes to get a good grip on the egg (all the while bumping it around inside my sensitive body,) and slowly begin to withdraw it through my sexual passage. I wasn't sure which I wanted more; for him to pull it out slowly with each passing moment and inch of my insides being massaged adding more pleasure to my approaching climax; or for him to pull it out suddenly, immediately throwing me into a screaming orgasm. Unfortunately for me, the decision wasn't mine and I was forced to endure the slow slide of the egg from my body, denying me the sudden orgasm my abdomen desired. The slow orgasm I was building up to was following the passage of the egg from my sexual tunnel and the closer it got to release, the closer I got. Hiding my approaching orgasm was getting harder and I did start to sing through my bound beak.
"We're almost there," he said to me as I felt the egg starting to stretch through the loose opening of my vagina.

I think he misunderstood why I was singing, perhaps thinking it was a means to somehow disperse my discomfort, but my singing started to get louder and more disorganised the closer he got to completely removing the egg. In fact, the moment the egg started to reach the largest part, I was squawking and wished I could resist this last little bit in an attempt to add more to my coming climax, but the lack of muscle control left me at his mercy and the moment I felt my body starting to slip back around the egg as it passed its widest point, I felt the hardest orgasm of my life flow through my abdomen with the force of cargo transport and with a comparable slow speed. As much as I wanted to throw my body around, all I could do at this moment was squawk as loudly as I could and roll my head back, lifting my shoulders from the table and making my wrists ache as they were twisted awkwardly by my bindings. I wanted desperately to pant as it seemed every nerve in my body burned and my muscles ached to twist and move.
My muscles might not have been able to move, but that didn't mean other parts of my body weren't working and I could feel the hot liquid of my sex spill past the egg as it was removed and pour down my taint, over my tailvent and spill onto my tail feathers. It was nothing to the seeming delude of sexual lubricant that spilled forth as the last egg slipped free of my body. I was a hot mess and wanted desperately to move, the muscles all over my body aching as I felt wave after wave of my climax flow through me. I wished he was inside me at that point, fucking my limp body with his hard cock and filling me with his alien seed, my body ached to have an egg inside me again and I wanted him to be the father.


I had passed out again. I couldn't actually believe that I'd had two massive orgasms in the one day, both brought on by my Human rescuer.
Though despite the fun I had at his expense, he had removed the tape, cleaned me up and covered my body with a blanket, leaving me to sleep in comfort. When I woke up, I almost felt I was back in my quarters aboard my family's ship. I didn't realise I was still planet-side until I lifted one of my arms and felt the heavier gravity pulling me down.
"There's some water in a glass next to you," my rescuer said as he walked into the medical bay, looking as if he had bathed. "I can give you some mild painkillers if you have a headache."
"It's okay," I said as I picked up the glass and took some small sips from it. "Some water and I'll be fine."
What actually surprised me was the fact that he looked somewhat awkward, even after all that happened.
"Something wrong?" I asked as I put the glass down and lay back.
"The whole ordeal was a bit strange," he admitted as he looked at the three eggs that sat next to my bed. "I was there when my wife gave birth to my child, but that's something different."
"It's different again when it's an actual egg," I said as I gave my belly a slow rub. "It can feel so much better."
"I've never heard an Apostlebird say that laying an egg was an enjoyable experience."
"You've talked to a lot of Apostlebirds on their private laying lives?"
"Well, no; it's a private matter, as you said, but I doubt any of my patients would have had anywhere near as much fun as you did."
"When you spend so much of your time sexually frustrated and unsatisfied as I often am, you come to draw whatever fun you can from it."
"There are other alternative treatments."
"I am not having my parts mutilated and removed," I said firmly. "I know that many do not like the nature of this condition, but that's no reason to go cutting out their femalehood."
"You sound staunchly against it."
"I've seen what it does to hens. We have a forum on the galactic net where we get together and try to help each other deal with all the problems. A friend of mine had the surgery and they were never the same."
"That's one of the reasons I was working on a treatment."
"I still don't believe that you're Dr Thwaite," I said as I looked at him accusingly.
"I'm sure you didn't imagine him as some dirty caveman running around collecting plants on some alien world," he pointed out as he gave his beard a bit of a scratch. "I haven't bothered about my appearance in years."
"And it appears that you still don't."
"Maybe if I had known I was having company, I would have pressed by Sunday best and put out the fancy linens."
"We tried to call, but you didn't answer."
"So you sent a clumsy carrier pigeon instead?"
I gave him a harsh stare.
"That is a really rude thing to say," I said as I thought about throwing my glass at him.
"Then consider us even," he said as he turned to walk back to what I had to assume was his lab. "I had no qualms about helping you lay your false eggs and I understand that such things can be stimulating, but it's rude to use someone for your own enjoyment when they're just trying to help."

Sometimes I hate it when others are right.


I did my best to get some rest that night, but I kept waking up and thinking about the previous day. I hated to admit it, but he was right. I wanted to apologise to him for everything, but I figured that he was asleep in a nearby room as I could hear him lightly snoring, at least I assume that's what it was.
By the time morning finally rolled around I realised I'd hardly gotten any sleep. It wasn't long before he was awake and making plans to head out and collect samples.

"You're just going to leave me here all alone?" I asked nervously as he packed his satchel with spare sample containers.
"You're stuck on the bed," he pointed out. "I can't move you if you want your leg to heal and I need to go out and retrieve your gear. We need all the supplies we can get. I'll only be gone for a few hours."
"Then why are you taking sample containers?"
"I'm not wasting a trip," he pointed out. "I saw some interesting plants out there yesterday and I want samples."
"What the hell am I supposed to do while you're gone?"
"Sleep, study the radio manual, masturbate. It's up to you."
Part of me liked that third suggestion and the rest of me wanted to hurt him for suggesting it.

With a hiss I heard the door to the airlock open and then close as he left. For a minute I sat there in silence, merely listening to the gentle hum of the ship or what I had to assume were branches rubbing against the hull as a breeze went past. To me though, it was a bit of an uncomfortable silence. I could always hear the engines humming, even when at park, or the gentle blowing of the life support systems. To me, these were normal noises and I felt somewhat uncomfortable now they were absent. I guess I didn't notice their absence with the Human working around in his lab.

I tried to read the manual, but it was hard to keep focused on the technical language when I felt that niggling feeling in the back of my mind that something was wrong with the ship. With a desire to find something to keep my mind occupied, I checked to see if he had locked me out of the rest of the ship's datafiles and it turned out had been a bit too trusting. It wasn't hard for me to access all of his ship's systems (what were left anyway) and peruse his personal logs.
Actually, his personal logs were rather dull to someone who had no interests in xeno-botany, but he did always refer to himself as Thwaite. No Doctor or Captain, just Thwaite. Once or twice he dropped 'Jason' in, but it appeared that he would only call himself Thwaite. The other thing that I found interesting was how he seemed so depressed before the accident, but after the crash his mood started to improve. The day before my arrival he actually appeared to be in good spirits. Somehow it didn't seem right to me, so I kept digging.

My next point of interest were the 'black-box' files that all Human ships kept of their most recent flights and began to replay the crash. Quickly, more clues were revealed to me as I went over the separate data streams and the ones that peaked my real interest were those of the forward sensors and the pilot controls; the forward sensors recorded that the sun was in a dormant state at the time while the flight controls recorded a sudden and somewhat erratic action on behalf of the pilot. The records showed that Jason had suddenly dipped the nose of the ship and fired his engines. For the next few minutes, the computer system and pilot fought for dominance, one trying desperately to counter the other with Jason trying to crash the ship while the on-board systems did their best to prevent it. Eventually Jason managed to pin the on-board preservation systems into a programming corner and hold it back from its designed tasked until just before he passed the estimated altitude of fatality.
Suddenly, he seemed to give up on his task and as he released the controls, letting them fall to their idle state and the computer took over, doing its best to recover the ship. The ship did its best to recover, but the odds were against it and it came crashing into the forest at high speeds, damaging the engines and flight surfaces as it smashed through the foliage. I had to guess it was the tougher armour on the hull that made sure the ship wasn't ripped apart in the crash combined with the ship's own directive to preserve the pilot, though with the hunters outside it was a good thing the hull seemed to survive unbreeched.
I kept going through the files in the 'black box', but it seemed that the cockpit cameras had been shut off, leaving me with just the flight data and whatever I could gather from that. The captain's logs had been scoured of all recordings for a week before the crash and no crash report had been filed. It was strange behaviour, but not in the way you'd usually expect. Jason was trying to hide something, but I had to figure out what.

His deletion of the captain's logs was interesting, but out of either a sense of scientific integrity or from forgetfulness, he didn't clear his personal logs for those days and they started to give me a clue as to what he may have been trying to hide. He came across as sad in his entries, losing focus and just sitting idle for several minutes as the log continued to record. He ended his log from the day before the accident rather abruptly and didn't log one from the day of the accident itself. Two days after the accident he recorded a log and it was just two words.

"I survived."

It took him several minutes to say, but those two words seemed to tell me a lot.


The clicking of the airlock told me that he was back and as he walked through the inner door he called out.
"Honey, I'm home!"
"Who are you talking to?!" I called at him, confused by his greeting.
"No one in particular," he said as he walked into the medical bay carrying my descent pack, "just one of those old greetings from Earth."
"You would often announce your return home to the honey?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow to show my confusion.
"Usually to our partners," he sighed as he shook his head. "Just pretend I didn't say it, that'd probably be easier."
"It's not hard when you talk an alien language," I pointed out. "Now give me my stuff."
"I rescued only what I thought was essential," he said as he put the pack on my belly. "So I left most of your space suit, the parachute and the emergency boosters behind."
"My space suit had my transponder in it," I pointed out slowly, "I'll need that to help my family pinpoint our location."
Foolishly, he hadn't taken my side-arm from my pack and as my fingers slid over the handle of my pistol, I wondered just how hard it would be for me to escape here on my own.
"{You're not the only linguist on this ship}," he pointed out, saying it in my own language. "{There are instructions to remove it should you need to abandon your suit}."
I looked down into the opening of the pack and saw, right next to my pistol, was my suit's transponder, broadcasting the beacon signal to request a rescue.
"{Why didn't you tell me you could speak my language}?" I asked, surprised that he was quite fluent as well.
"I cluck," he said as he went back to Human. "It's my only problem when I speak your language. Some found it cute, but I considered it a major embarrassment."
"I can see how that might be a problem," I replied as I checked the other contents of my descent pack.
My personal data pad was still inside and had fortunately survived the descent without damage.
"But who would find it cute?" I asked as I looked up at him from my pack.
"That's part of my old life," he said dismissively, "no point talking about it."
"That why you tried to crash your ship?"
The silence that followed was a deep one, like trying to listen to the vacuum of space itself. I felt like I couldn't say anything, it wasn't my place to talk. So, as I looked at him, he looked down at the floor and seemed to be lost in his own contemplation for a long time.

"What makes you say that?" He asked to my surprise, as if he were trying to deny what he had just made obvious.
"The lack of solar flares at the time of your crash was a big giveaway," I pointed out. "Plus the control records say you put the ship into the dive."
"I can assure you that none of that is true."
"You may have found a way to erase your captain's logs, but I don't need them. Your personal logs reveal your mental state quite well."
"I used my personal logs to record my scientific notes," he pointed out. "They're not a diary."
"But you record them and they're not the scientific notes of what I assume to be a psychologically healthy person."
"And what do you know of Human psychology?"
"I don't know much, but I have to assume that a social species like yours has similar mental illnesses to ours and I can recognise depression rather well. So tell me, why'd you try and kill yourself?"
"This is a personal issue, not something to talk about to strange Apostlebirds I have rescued."
"The great Dr Jason Thwaite, famed Human expert on Apostlebird physiology, decides to abandon his research to study weeds on backwater planets of the galaxy. Going from married expert on Apostlebird physiological conditions to a specimen collector. There is so much to this story you are not telling me and I want an answer. Why are you even out here when you should be in a medical research centre?"
"Because I couldn't maintain my professional standards," he muttered as he looked away.
"What'd you do?" I scoffed jokingly. "You slept with one of your patients?"
"I slept with several of them," he replied without missing a beat. "Each one on several different occasions."
I lay there stunned by what he'd told me, kind of surprised that I had pretty much guessed it straight away. I also didn't know what to ask next and it took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts.

"Well you certainly couldn't have taken advantage of them...," I bluntly suggested. "I was practically begging and you turned me down."
"The first time it was quite the other way around," he explained, sounding rather agitated and unsure. "Subject 17 was one of my patients and she had the same problem as you, but it was worse. Poor hen had trouble in school and was always stressed or depressed. Somehow she'd managed to graduate against all odds and was at university, but this new environment was causing her problems. I had been trying to control her urges as best I could with the established medicine, but it seemed that everything I prescribed didn't have the desired effect. The false eggs didn't work and she'd tried desperately, but even masturbating couldn't ease the desire for any usable length of time. She was stress preening and it was obvious that she was starting to pull her own feathers out. I'd seen it before and I knew it never exactly ended well. She said to me that she'd read on the galactic net that having sex with a Human male could ease the stress, but I think I was a bit too naive to notice the nature of her suggestion. So while I was lost in my head thinking about how I'd design a test for such a thing, contemplating methods of protein separation and alike, she had other plans and before I quite knew what was going on, I had a horny female Apostlebird in my lap desperate for me to fuck her and ease the stress."
My imagination didn't need much help to picture the scene that would have taken place considering that I had pretty much seen him naked and it happily filled in the rest by picturing me being laid on a desk and fucked like crazy. I had to resist the urge to start masturbating to the vivid fantasy, my perversions not bothering to care for the sadness of the storyteller.
"I knew I was supposed to maintain an air of decorum, detachment and responsibility, but she was just so sad and desperate for anything that'd give her a respite from her stress, at least at first. By the time I'd pumped my seed into her for a third time that evening, I don't think either of us were thinking about it as a potential treatment."

My mind blazed with thoughts of sex, of having Dr Jason Thwaite fuck me until I could feel his Human semen fill my egg chamber. It was so hard to think about anything but the seemingly depraved and perverted things I'd ask him to do to me, but one question blazed in my mind with an importance greater than that of the vast thoughts of interspecies sex.

"Did it work?" I asked with a genuine desire to know if the ache inside my body could be eased.
"With an exception for the side effects, it worked perfectly. For the next week she didn't have any of the symptoms and didn't need another session for a week after that."
"What was the side effect?" I asked, worried about what he was about to say.
"She became gravid and laid an egg by the end of the first week."
"How is that a side effect?"
"She had laid an egg the day before, so my semen somehow induced her to have another egg."
"That's impossible," I stammered, the idea of having two eggs 8 days apart was unheard of.
"It was a consistent side effect," he replied, giving a morbid chuckle, "but that was the odd one out. Subject 17 and I had a lot of sex together and the best we could normally get was about 2 weeks between eggs."
"Consistently?"
"Like clockwork."
"How?"
"I don't know, my research into Human/Apostlebird protein interactions were cut short when I was found out. After a couple more years I could have developed a proper treatment."
"A proper treatment?!" I asked in surprise, going to sit up only to find myself pushed back against the table, but the sudden push didn't dampen my spirits. "You could potentially have developed a treatment for this unending lust?"
"It's a real possibility, but I don't know if I have it in me to do it," Jason said as he took his hand off my chest and leaned over the table by my legs.
"You have to," I demanded. "There are hundreds of females out there like me who can't control their lusts and they need a cure."
"It wouldn't be a cure, just a treatment."
"I don't care if it makes it easier to deal with. Don't Human doctors have some ethical code to do the most good?"
"It's to do no harm," he pointed out, "and I certainly failed in that regard."
"I'll admit it was unorthodox, but it worked, didn't it?"
"It was an effective treatment," he sighed, seemingly admitting defeat, "but my actions caused so much harm."
"How did they cause harm?"
"After I was discovered, I was obviously prohibited from continuing to see my patients and you can imagine how badly that affected some of them. Patient 24 killed herself a couple of weeks after from the unspoken shame her family put her through for sleeping with a Human and I never got to see Patient 17 again. I also destroyed my personal life and that's why my wife left me. My career was ruined; my family was gone; my patients, who I had come to see as so much more, were taken from me; and the only reason I was allowed to study plants was because the authorities decided to not reveal the truth of what happened. I was cast out into the outer rims where I couldn't do any more harm, unless I developed some desire to fuck plants, but at least they wouldn't talk."

There was that little part of me in the back of my mind that wanted desperately to know if he was actually having sex with plants, but I decided that it wasn't worth asking that question, even in jest. Jason wasn't in the mood for humour. Instead there was another question I wanted to know the answer to.
"Was she special to you?"
Jason took a moment as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, doing that crying thing Humans are known for.
"Who?"
"Patient 17."
It took him another moment to gather his thoughts, but as I looked over at him he nodded and I saw the odd tear fall from his face onto the table. He didn't say a word to me, but I could see how heartbroken he was.
"Did she have a name?"
"I can't tell you," he said, shaking his head. "I may not be her treating doctor anymore, but I must still respect the confidentiality of my patients, current or previous."
"I'm not asking for her full name," I pointed out, "but I'm not calling a fellow suffering sister 'Patient 17'. It's not right."
"Cheff," he replied with a chuckle. "Actually, she'd be fine with you calling her that."
"Why?"
"She never liked her first name, she said it was stuffy, so she preferred to be called Cheff, especially when we were together. It became our little way of telling what we were discussing. Cheff for private, her name for the formal. I doubt you'd ever find her with Cheff."
"Do you miss Cheff?"
"Every day. That's why I tried to crash the ship, it's just so hard to be without her."

My words failed me at this point and all I could think about was how we put on such tough faces to deal with others as we cross the stars and yet we are still as fragile as we were when we first began the long trip to reach those far away stars and here, Jason proved that better than anyone else ever could; emotions are still the strongest drives we have.


We didn't talk to each other for the next day or so until it was time to free my leg from the splint and even then, we didn't say anything until he had almost removed all the securing pins.
"So how are you going with retuning the radio?" Jason asked me as he started on the last few pins holding my leg in place.
"I haven't really had the head to work on it," I replied.
"Don't you want to get back to your family?"
"Do you want to come with us?"
Jason paused, which was actually quite annoying as he had one more pin to remove and my leg would have been free, I cursed myself for asking such a question so close to being free of the restraint. Eventually my leg got itchy and I knew I had to get free so I could walk again.
"Hey Doc, want to free your patient?" I asked as I waved my feathers in front of his face. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've been cooped up in this ship too long, I need to get outside."
"Sorry," Jason said as he got back to removing the last pin, "lost in my own thoughts."
"Well I'm glad to hear you're back," I replied as I watched the last pin retract and the splint open up, "but why'd you stop?"
"I think you caught me a bit off guard," he replied as he helped me lift my leg out of the splint and then sit up for the first time in three days. "I just never realised that you were my ticket off this planet, but at the same time I'm wondering if I should go."
"You can't stay here," I pointed out as I took his large Human hands in my smaller paws. "It would be a waste and so many of my suffering sisters need your cure."
"Someone will figure it out in time."
"You already have, you just need to find out how to make it a medicine."
We Apostlebirds do not have a concept of kissing like Humans do, so to us it is a very foreign concept, however I leaned forward and gave Jason's cheek a gentle peck as if I was giving him a kiss (oh, I just got why Humans call a type of kiss a 'peck').
"If not for me, or the rest of my suffering sisters, then perhaps for Cheff?"
"That's blatant emotional manipulation," Jason said as he angrily looked me in the eyes.
"No it's not," I said as I hopped off the table and walked towards the airlock. "It's the truth. How do you think she's coping without a treatment?"


The one thing I had never done before in my life was simply lay myself out and sunbathe. It was an old-fashioned behaviour of my species to deal with feather parasites, but it had long been rendered redundant by the invention of sanitation and soap. Of course I had never done it before since I lived aboard a spaceship where the nearest sun was often merely a speck of light. It felt good to lay in the sun and spread my body out to let the sun shine on my feathers. I was surprised at just how comfortable I felt laying naked atop Jason's crashed ship and letting the warm sun fall on my outstretched form.
"How are things?" Jason asked as he woke me from my daze by clambering up the side of the ship to sit next to me. "The sun any good?"
"It's quite nice," I chortled as I turned over so I facing towards Jason and lift my arm up so my feathers weren't covering my form, "but I haven't done this before."
"How have you never sun-bathed before? All Apostlebirds seem to do it."
"I grew up on a cargo ship and never liked open spaces," I said as I closed my eyes to let my feathers absorb the heat, "plus there was nowhere I could do it or reason to do so."
"So why are you laying atop my ship and sunning yourself?"
I slowly opened my eyes, put down my arm and sat up to look around. Jason had a point and I couldn't figure out what was different. I'd only ever been planet-side 2 or 3 times and refused to go out without wearing my space suit. A doctor diagnosed it as agoraphobia when I was young, a product of being raised on a ship where inside was safe, but outside wasn't.
Yet there I was, naked to the universe and I'd done all of this without thinking and I wasn't sure why. The niggling sensation of danger started to creep up my spine and all I could do was to walk over and sit across Jason's lap.
"Hold me," I said as I wrapped my arms as best I could around his chest and rest my head on his shoulder. "I suddenly don't want to feel so naked."
Jason wrapped his arms around me without asking any questions and gave me a gentle squeeze.
"Don't worry, you'll be safe for a while yet."
I didn't want to admit it just yet, but I felt so much better knowing Jason was there, holding me close.


I wanted to sit on top of the ship all day until the sun set, but Jason couldn't stay in the sunlight for long and midday was approaching, along with the hunters that called the surrounding jungles home. As we walked into the airlock, I felt a bit better knowing that I was secure behind the hull of the ship, but for the first time in my life, it felt a bit claustrophobic.
"Thanks for fixing my leg," I said as the outer door of the airlock closed and the inside one opened.
"It's okay," Jason said as he looked down at me with a smile. "Perhaps I should do more good and worry less about doing harm."
"Have you thought about what I said?"
"It was hard to hear, but you are right; I can't just leave things as they are when I'm closer than anyone else to a treatment. You, Cheff and all the others deserve it, but I'm not 100% sure how I'll go about it."
"Maybe we should check your treatment still works?" I proposed jokingly.
"I'm quite certain that it still does and you have more important matters to attend to than sampling the unrefined medicine."
"It can wait," I said hopefully.
"I am well aware how much fatigue the unrefined treatment causes and I would think your family would prefer to hear from you first."
I remembered that I should have been trying to contact them these last few days, but things had just been so depressing that I just couldn't focus on the manuals.
"It's atmospheric recalibration," I said, trying to hide my lie. "It's so easy I can do that in my sleep."
"Then it shouldn't take long for you to do it," Jason said as he pat me on the shoulder and pointed me towards the cockpit. "And while you're occupied with the radio, I'll get back to my samples."


I won't bore you with the theory of radio atmospheric calculations since it bores me, but I can tell you it's extremely dull and involves complicated mathematics. It took me longer than it would had I been using the radio unit on my family's ship since I had to constantly go between the radio, the manual, my translation notes, back to the manual and then back to the radio, only for me to have forgotten what I was trying to do. By the time I had pierced the atmosphere and made contact with the beacon in orbit, the sun had set and I was looking up at the night sky.

"Here," Jason said as he put a meal tray in my lap, catching me completely by surprise and making me jump.
"Some warning please," I said, spilling some of the liquid that filled my tray into my lap as I did my best to grab it.
"I would have thought you heard me walking towards you," Jason said as he cleared my stuff from the first officer's seat and sat down.
"You walk around a lot," I pointed out as I tried to make out what covered my food tray, "so I've just sort of ignored it."
In the dim light of the consoles I was having trouble figuring out what exotic foods Jason had served me, but my nose told me it was my emergency food rations.
"This smells awful," I said as I put the tray back in my lap.
"Don't blame me that your inventory officer picks bad emergency rations. I don't have much to work with out here."
"I want to know what you did to it," I said as I poked at it with a Human fork. "It usually smells worse."
"Just a mixture of local plants and some of my ration pack that I know Apostlebirds like," Jason said as he poked at his own meal. "Patient 19 was a chef and didn't like taking my services without payment."
"I thought the medical league paid for your services."
"I am many things, but I am not an Apostlebird gigolo," Jason replied.
I had no idea what a gigolo was, but Jason continued, so I didn't ask.
"19 taught how to cook Apostlebird cuisine in exchange for my unorthodox medical treatment."
Cautiously I took a beakful of the food on the tray, only to find that while the smell had improved, the taste was still as bad as ever.
"You haven't improved anything," I said as I put the fork down. "It's still awful."
"She taught me, I never said I was a good student."
"Is this your plan to hurry me up with contacting my family?" I asked as I reached over to my water bottle and took a large beakful before swallowing. "I can't get the aftertaste out of my mouth."
"No, but you've been working all day and I thought you might be hungry."
I took a deep breath and proceeded to eat my meal as quickly as I could, shovelling forkful after forkful of the food into my beak.
"I have never seen someone eat bad food that quickly," Jason said in astonishment as I cleaned off the food from my plate and then took several, large gulps of water.
"I come from a large family," I replied as I caught my breath, "and unless you were quick with your food, you ended up starving, regardless of how it tasted."
"That would have made dinner times interesting."
"It was filled with scrambling and squawking, so when I was old enough I often ate alone in my room."
"Strange behaviour for a social creature."
"Well I was starting to find it hard to keep my dinner as I couldn't keep my mind off my brothers and brothers-in-law."
"That would certainly hamper an appetite," Jason said as he finished off a food bar he had been nibbling on.
"You're not surprised I was attracted to my brothers?"
"You wouldn't be the first I'd come across," Jason said as he looked over at me. "Did you find the eggs helpful?"
"They were alright," I replied. "They took the edge off, but they didn't get rid of the urge. I still wanted a belly full of eggs, but it wasn't my primary drive. I could do my comms work without the urge to find the nearest male and have them impregnate me."
"So you kept away from your family to stay out of trouble?"
"It was either the temptation to ruin my family or the solitude of being by myself."
"It must have been hard."
"I was the comms officer, so I talked to plenty of people and it wasn't like I was a pariah aboard the ship."
"You must have been a stage 2 patient," Jason said as he put his feet up on the console and put his hands behind his head. "Sounds like you responded reasonably well to the treatments and they weren't crippling symptoms."
"I'm sorry I'm not as fascinating as a stage 4," I replied sarcastically.
"No, you're not sorry. They had it rough. Some ruined families, others destroyed their bodies. Imagine what you have, but five times worse. Some had slept with every male member of their family and none could be certain who sired the offspring. Often they were outcasts, deemed dangerous to the family hierarchy."
"What were they like in bed?" I asked jokingly.
"Hey, doctor/patient confidentiality."
"Well you had to believe that what you were doing was working, so there had to be something you could see changing."
"Overall, I saw that they became less agitated. First times were rough, an angry desire that needed filling, but after their second or third egg they became more placid. Cheff was so tranquil I wondered if anything bothered her, but I think that stems from years of not having a release to all of a sudden having a reliable one. You could see it in how they acted, how they talked, how they..." Jason paused, probably deciding against a particular word choice and picking another one. "Had sex with me."
I had to chuckle to myself, the Human was a bit of a romantic.
"So, that radio," Jason said, obviously trying to change the subject. "Any luck?"
"Well I had beacon lock just before you interrupted me," I said as I sat myself up properly and began to tap away on my datapad and the keyboard layout I was used to. "Now it's just a matter of getting a proper signal lock and pinging my family's ship with my hailing call."
"How long will that take?"
"I can't say at this stage," I replied. "The lock won't take long but getting the attention of the family ship is a different story. I'm surprised that we haven't been found as it is, my suit beacon can be found if you get a ship through the atmosphere and my older sister is quite the pilot."
"My computer warned me that the sun was flaring up, so is it possible that the flares are hiding their signal?"
"Possible, so all we can do is wait."
For a moment, we sat there in silence, listening to the occasional ping of the beacon as we looked at the stars.
"These constellations look so foreign to me," Jason sighed. "So different to those that I'm used to."
"They're usually shifting for me," I replied. "I suppose the view is alien to the both of us."
"Our ancestors probably looked up at a sky like this and wondered if there were other creatures out there to meet," Jason said as he took a swig from a water bottle I hadn't noticed before.
"And what do you think your ancestors would have thought about the fact that Humanity's reputation was for fucking everyone they meet?"
"If you knew what my ancestors got up to, you'd put less stock in their opinion."
"Genocides and intellectual suppression?" I asked before taking a swig from my own water bottle, finishing off what was left.
"And religious bestiality," Jason added.
My immediate reaction was going to be spitting my water all over the consoles, but I realised that was the worst thing for me to do, so I had to choke back the water only to have part of it spill down onto my chest while doing my best to not inhale what was left.
"Careful there little Mockingbird," Jason chuckled as he leaned over to pat me on the back. "Can't have my new communications expert dying on me."
"Maybe your ancestors wondered if they'd be able to fuck the sky people," I laughed as I caught my breath. "Oh, you Humans are hilarious."
"That was something my ancestors did."
"Oh, why was the first warning about your trading habits and not your prowess with seducing and fucking everything?"
"Because trade comes first," Jason pointed out, "then comes the experiments into the effects of Human sexual proteins on Apostlebird physiology."
I had to stop laughing at that moment as he had a very good point; how else would we have even heard of the potential for such a cure in the first place had Humans not been so sexually charged?
"Okay, you have a point," I conceded as I coughed up the last of the misplaced water.
"Speaking of raging libidos, how is yours doing?"
"I should have another day or two," I said as I sat back in my chair, "then I'll have to reinsert the eggs, unless..."
I heard Jason let out a heavy sigh.
"I hate to think just how bad things would have gotten for Human males travelling through Apostlebird space if I had leaked my findings."
"Do you really think they'd complain about being proposed by every desperate female in Apostlebird space?"
"There'd be riots," Jason chuckled. "We Human males may be horny creatures, but I must envy the mating stamina your males have. Even when Cheff and I were taking our time and being gentle, she could suck the life right out of me and if I was lucky, I could do one session a day. Then again, I've never done it with a stage 2 before."
"Would you care to experiment then, good doctor?" I asked, hopeful that he was proposing an interspecies mingling.
"I don't know if I'm properly attired for such an experiment," Jason joked, obviously referring to the loincloth he was still wearing. "I also haven't properly bathed in several days."
"It's okay, I haven't bathed in a week," I replied, but that was normal for an Apostlebird.
"You will end up with a full-sized egg inside you," he warned me. "Much bigger than the infertile ones you're used to."
"I had your hand inside me a couple of days ago," I pointed out, "I'm sure I can handle whatever you give me."
"I did wonder what would happen if I injected my semen intravenously," Jason said in a tone that suggested he was joking, but I wasn’t going to be taking any chances.
"You will be doing no such thing," I said sternly as I hopped over from my seat and onto his lap. "I want to test your treatment Dr Thwaite and I shall be getting it as you originally administered it."
He chuckled a bit, but the way his hands rubbed my sides told me that he was on the same wavelength that I was.
"I must warn you," Jason said to me as I looked at his face in the gentle glow the cockpit, "it's been a while for me."
"That's okay," I said as I ground my crotch against the shifting loincloth that stopped me from directly rubbing my crotch against his, "I've never done this before."
"I'd say that I'd be gentle, but something tells me you'd be able to take me at my roughest anyway."
He took one of his hands away from my side and I felt his loincloth slowly slide against my sexual slit before I felt the warm flesh of a Human penis rubbing against the bare, tender skin of my sex. I'd had a few toys in my time, none of them Human shaped, but the actual flesh of a cock rubbing against my wanting body was a lot better than the synthaflesh my sex toys were covered with. There was one thing that bugged me though.
"You're not hard," I noted as I felt semi-firm flesh still (as you Humans call it) hotdogging between my pussy lips. "I thought you Human males were quite virile."
"I'm sorry I'm not up to the rigid standard you're used to with your other sexual partners," he quipped as he put his paws on my rump and gently squeezed the muscle beneath, "but this isn't a quickie, I want a bit more tonight."
After the harsh sting the doctor had inflicted upon my ego had subsided, I wondered just what a 'quickie' was. It seemed thought that Jason wasn't going to let me finish my pondering as he put one of his hands on the back of my head and, to my absolute surprise, pulled my head closer to he could give my beak a kiss.
I certainly began to wonder just what Jason was doing as he kissed my beak as if it were a set of lips, but I was surprised when his tongue slipped through into my mouth and began to play with my tongue. I had to admit it was exotic, strange and rather appealing. I opened my mouth wider and pushed my beak as close to his face as possible, letting my tongue wrestle with his in what had to be a Human mating act. He certainly seemed to enjoy it as he moaned rather happily and I could feel his erection becoming rather firm and pressing uncomfortably against my sexual passage and pelvis.
"Hang on," I said, breaking the kiss as I fumbled between our bodies with one of my paws, "that needs to..."
Jason didn't say anything, his expert hand slipped down, gently grasped my paw and helped me hold his cock as his other one grasped my hip and pushed me back so his member could stand up straight.
"Don't force it," Jason said as he had me slide my scaly paw up and down his cock. "It's quite sensitive."
I was doing my best to not let my excitement get the best of me, this was my first time having sex with someone and it gets hard to restrain yourself after 25 years of forced abstinence.
"Somehow I never thought this day would come," I whispered, observing the strange Human cock in the dull glow of the cockpit.
"I knew you had a Human fetish," Jason said with a smirk.
"I do not!" I loudly denied.
"Well unless you want your first Human orgasm to go on your belly rather than in it, I suggest you stop rubbing your new toy so quickly."
I hadn't noticed that Jason had let go of my paw, but I was still rather vigorously stroking his cock without his guidance and a stream of what Humans call precum was dribbling onto my digits.
"Shit, I haven't...?" I worried as I took my paw off Jason's cock and looked at the thin stream of stickiness that trickled over my fingers.
"No, not yet," Jason chuckled. "That's just to help with lubrication."
"I don't think that's a problem," I purred as I rubbed my sticky paw over my pussy lips, oozing my sexual gel over Jason's lap in anticipation of what was to come.

With both of his paws on my hips, Jason lifted me up just enough so that when he pulled me into position, I felt the exposed head of his cock carefully slide between my wet lips and just sit against the opening to my sexual passage.
"This is it," Jason warned, "there won't be any going back from here. Your first time will be with a Human if we keep going."
"Did anyone ever stop when you said that?" I asked, annoyed that he'd say something so cliché when I was so close.
"It caused a few moments of thought," Jason replied, "but in the end, they all chose to let me be their first."
"Well then let me show you."
I caught Jason off guard as I dropped from his grip right onto his large Human cock, only to find out just how big he was in relation to the toys I was used to and felt the head of his cock punch against the opening to my egg chamber, which rigidly remained shut against the intrusion.
"Ahhh!" I screamed as I tried to get my legs to hold me up rather than have me resting my whole weight on my now sore cervical opening.
"Damnit!" Jason shouted as he grabbed my hips again to help me keep the weight off my tender orifice and probably the rather tender head of his cock. "What's wrong with you T'lek?!"
I didn't answer for a minute as he slowly eased me from his cock so I could lay on his chest, doing my best to resist clawing as Jason's skin in agony.
"My insides," I groaned as I closed my eyes and clenched my fists.
"You don't need to rush," Jason panted. "I'm a lot larger than the toys you're probably used to."
"You're about the same length as my eggs."
"You don't just sit on those, do you?"
He had a point, I take the eggs quite slowly and not just because I enjoy the sensation.
"I think I bruised my cervix," I groaned as I reached between us to rub my belly. "Now I won't be able to do anything for a couple of days."
This annoyed me as I knew my needs would be getting pretty bad by then and if I wasn't able to enjoy Jason or put my false eggs back in, it was going to be a rather troubling time.
"Well there is something I'd like to try," Jason said as his hand slid over my sexual lips, getting his fingers wet with my sexual gel, "and you've given me the perfect opportunity, especially if you want to avoid your sexual cravings."
"Something tells me I don't have a choice," I grumbled. "Going to inject into my bloodstream?"
"No, that was a joke. So far, I know that oral administration doesn't work, your stomach acid will break it down before it gets to where it can be absorbed, but I haven't tried the other way yet."
"Other way?" I asked, unsure what he was suggesting.
Jason didn't need to tell me what he was planning, one of his well lubricated fingers started rubbing at my very tight and definitely virgin tailvent, getting the bare skin nice and slippery. My tail feathers dropped in sudden response in an attempt to cover my poor little pucker, but it wasn't exactly effective.
"No," I said sternly, "that's the one thing Apostlebirds don't do. I poop from there."
"T'lek, it's the only other way that might work."
It was a crazy, stupid idea. My vagina could stretch and expand to take eggs, so could handle the size of Jason's cock, but my tailvent had only one purpose. Of course Jason was right and my body still craved to feel warm Human seed filling my insides. I'd dug myself into a hole and my only solution was to, well, try a different hole.
"So I get to be your test subject for this new method of delivery?" I asked, still a bit unsure if I wanted to go through with this.
"You'll be the first," Jason replied as his fingertip gently teased and stretched my opening a bit. "You don't mind if I take a few readings over the next few days though? For science, of course."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the doctor; always the scientist, even if he had an erection.
"Alright, but we're going to do this very slowly."
"A tad faster than I wanted, but we can go at your pace."


As much as I wanted to have Jason fucking me stupid, I certainly was rather hesitant about how we were going to have to do it. It was something that homosexual males of my culture practiced, not females, however Jason was careful and cautious, something I wished I had been ten minutes ago. At first he was careful with his finger, just touching my tight sphincter to ensure it was well lubricated and then gently pressing against it. I was mostly worried that it'd hurt, so as much as I tried to relax, all I could do was grip the cushion of the seat Jason was sitting on and dig my talons into it in anticipation.
"You need to relax," Jason whispered to me as I shut my eyes and pressed my cheek against his chest.
"It's going to hurt," I whimpered, now actually afraid of the sting that was coming.
"Relax," Jason whispered quietly into my ear as his nose nuzzled into my neck. "It won't open up if you clench it shut."
Jason's other hand started to rub the back of my head as she made soft cooing noises to me, trying to ease my nerves as his other hand kept rubbing my sexual gel against my tailvent, trying to ease it open.
"Can't you just inject it with a tube and syringe?" I asked, looking for one last avenue.
"Of course I could," he replied, his voice actually sounding rather comforting, "all the equipment is in my lab on the lower deck. I can go and get it if you like."
Yes, it was a viable option, I didn't actually need to have him fuck my tailvent, all I needed was his cum.
But my body disagreed. I needed to feel myself being penetrated by this Human, to feel him filling me with his seed straight from his cock, not through some narrow tube. The first time I inserted an egg into my body had been a slow, unpleasant experience at first, but once I'd gotten past the sting of my body stretching that first time, I'd found it enjoyable. Anal sex wasn't something I'd ever thought about trying, but now was as good as a time as any to find out just what I thought of it.
"No," I said as I shuffled back down Jason's body so the top of his cock was pressed against my pussy lips with the head of his cock resting against my lubricated pucker, "you deserve some fun as well and I do have to repay you for helping me with my eggs the other day."
I sat myself up so that I could rest the head of his cock against my tailvent and began to carefully ease myself onto the rounded head of his cock.

It's hard to relax when you're unsure what will happen that first time, but Jason's fingers cupping my rump to help ease me down made me feel safe that I wasn't about to injure myself (again). There was a slight sting at first as my tailvent was spread in a way that it wasn't used to or designed for, but that sting eased after a moment and I managed to get about half way over the head of Jason's cock before it started to sting again.
"Stop clenching," Jason warned me as I took a moment to catch my breath, "it only makes it worse."
"You sound like you're an expert," I joked as I spread my legs a bit more, my muscles tiring a bit in the stronger gravity. "Going to tell me you've fucked a tailvent before?"
"A tailvent? No," he replied, "but I was married to a Human woman and pregnancy can do strange things to libidos."
My body's natural desire to get the unnatural intruder out of my tailvent was a hard one to overcome, but after doing my best to focus for a minute, I could at least control it to the occasional twitch. The pain had also subsided by this point and I was able to keep pushing myself further down Jason's cock. The discomfort returned just as I started to take the rounded edges of his cock head into my tailhole, but I ignored this discomfort knowing that once I got it past the widest point, it'd be easier to take. Of course, it was a challenge.
"You're clenching again," Jason warned me as he put pressure on my rump, probably trying to make it easier for me to lift myself off if it got too hard, but I wasn't going to give up so close to my goal.

It was very much like the first time I had slipped the egg into my egg chamber and I knew what was coming, that moment of bliss when the intrusion slipped to a less intense spot and I could relax.
"T'lek," Jason cautioned me, but I was set on my goal.
I could feel the head of his cock slipping through my tailvent slowly and the easing that came as each millimetre slipped past. I let out the occasional squawk of discomfort as I kept going and soon felt my progress stop as Jason did his best to hold me up. I didn't say anything, merely put my paws on his hands and gently stuck my talons into his flesh.
"Don't stop me," I warned. "I want to do this."
Jason complied and let me slip a bit further down and just as the crown of his cock slipped past the sphincter of my tailvent, I let out a satisfied moan.
As I now slid down Jason's cock with a lot less resistance, I wasn't sure who was moaning louder, him or me. It did feel strange to have something sliding up my tailvent when things normally went the other way, but the moment my hips rested against Jason's legs, I forgot all about how alien this was to me and enjoyed the sensation of a thick cock inside my tailvent, occasionally throbbing and leaking warm liquid into my body.
"How does it feel?" Jason asked me as he put his hands on my thighs to rub my sore muscles.
"It's strange," I replied as I moved about a bit, feeling how Jason's cock slipped inside me as I wriggled.
It was rather strange. My tailvent felt full, very full and it felt amazing, like I was stuffed full of eggs. But my poor sexual slit felt so empty and desperate for stimulus. I knew it couldn't feel the joys of being fucked in my pussy for a while, but I knew that I could at least show it some love with my fingers.
"So where do we go from here?" I asked, one of my paws reaching down to start rubbing my pseudo-cock and teasing at the entrance to my vagina.
"Well...," Jason began with a rather lustful tone.


The ringing of the radio told me that we were getting a hailing signal via the beacon; my family ship had responded to my message. Only problem was I was sitting on Jason's lap with his cock up my tailvent and there was no easy way for me to get off.
"Shit," I grumbled as I tried to reach around to answer the hail, but I just couldn't twist that far. "We can't just ignore it."
"Here," Jason said as he lift my legs up and helped me slip around his cock so I could face the radio unit. "We just aren't having any luck."
I reached over the console, but my clean paw hovered above the answer button for a second before I looked back over my shoulder.
"Please tell me that this won't be a visual call," I said nervously.
"The beacon lacks the bandwidth," Jason replied as his hands shifted from my hips to start teasing my sexual slit and pseudo-penis. "Audio only."
I so hoped Jason was right as I answered the hail, the radio unit lighting up and illuminating the rather compromising position I was in with a hologram proclaiming 'AUDIO ONLY'.
"{Hello daughter,}" my father's voice proclaimed happily over the radio, "{we got your hail, so it's good to hear that you survived the crash.}"
"{It was a rough landing,}" I replied in my native tongue. "{Luckily the Human found me and took me back to his ship. It seems there is a predatory species on this planet.}"
"{And how is he? I trust he's not causing you any unnecessary grief?}"
There was no way I was going to tell my father the truth of what had happened over the last few days.
"{No, he's been a gracious host,}" I replied, definitely deciding to not tell him how gracious he was, "{but I'm sorry that I haven't managed to get in contact with you sooner.}"
"{It's not your fault little one,}" my father replied. "{We've been in low power mode these last few days ourselves, hiding on the night side of the planet to avoid the severe solar activity. We had to shut our communications down to prevent overload.}"
"{Is everything okay up there?}" I asked as Jason's fingers started to become rather explorative, a fingertip slipping up into my vaginal passage.
"{Nothing too severe,}" my father replied as I felt Jason sitting up. "{We're commencing the restart, but it will be another rotation or two before we can send your sister down to retrieve you and the Human. How are you holding up down there?}"
"{We'll be fine,}" I said as I looked over my shoulder at Jason, who was now wearing what looked like an evil grin.
"{That Human isn't causing you any trouble, is he?}" My father asked as Jason put his hands on my hips and stood up, not letting me slip from his cock as I did my best to hold myself up on the console. "{He isn't taking advantage of you at all?}"
"{I have been a model representative of my species,}" Jason said in my native language, allowing me to catch an example of his cluck. "{Your daughter is in safe hands.}"
I felt him give my sides a gentle squeeze with his fingers to highlight that was more for my benefit.
"{Well,}" my father said, rather startled by the fact that Jason could understand our language, "{I am glad to hear that you are taking care of her Mister Human. Now that we know we have established contact, shall we talk again in 12 hours to report on our progress?}"
"{I shall not keep you from your duties as captain}," Jason said as he gave his hips a buck against mine, driving his large cock deeper into my body.
All I could do was reach up and hit the microphone mute button before I let out a loud squawk of surprise and pleasure.
"{Certainly, Mister Human,}" my father replied. "{Please take care of my daughter, she does need some extra care.}"
The radio signalled my father had ended the call and in a nick of time it seemed.
"{I shall take good care of her,}" Jason said as he started to fuck my very virgin tailhole.

With the radio console going from its active to passive state, Jason pushed me up so my stomach was laying across the glass surface and it was just my legs that hung over the edge of the console.
"Thought he'd never hang-up," Jason panted as he ran a paw over my back. "Is your father normally this protective?"
"He's never been that trusting of Humans," I moaned as my fingers scratched at the glass of the panel my head was laying on, navigation I think.
"I wonder why," Jason said as he began to gently slide his cock from my tailhole until the crown of his cock pulled at the inside of my tailvent pucker. "We are such a kind and caring people."
I couldn't say anything, lost in the bliss of having my insides spread open by the large Human cock within me and merely let out a mumbled caw as Jason's hips pressed against my own again. He began to slide out of me again and though I tried to keep him buried deep within me, his strength had me stuck to the console, his hands rubbing my shoulders the whole time. There was no way this was sex my body was made for, because as he began to begin a slow rhythm of pistoning in and out of my pucker, all I could do was lay there and let my eyes roll back in my head. This was alien, unnatural sex and there was no way I'd be able to enjoy the sexual company of any of my species again.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Jason said to be as he thrust into me again and again, his hips hitting my own as his balls swung up to rub against my sexual lips for just a moment. "Never seen an Apostlebird react like this before."
All I could do to respond was let out a weak caw, my belly starting to ache in the way that told me I was close to an orgasm and yet my poor pussy hadn't had any real stimulation, it too was aching to be touched.

For a moment, in a passing glimpse of clarity, I could have sworn Jason's cock was getting larger inside my tailvent. It was only passing, because my attention was quickly drawn away to the harder thrusts he was using, panting through clenched teeth as his grip on my shoulders became firm, as if I would fly away before he could finish.
Then, after a hard thrust that pushed me up the console a bit, I felt something pulse along his cock and then a warm feeling filled my body. The whole process repeated another two times; a firm thrust followed by a burst of wet heat inside me, before he stopped thrusting and the flow of what I had to assume was his semen subsided. Jason was now panting heavily as he stood there, our bodies pressed firmly together as he stopped gripping me and started to rub my shoulders.
"Sorry," Jason said as he leaned so his head was close to me, "I think I was a bit too aggressive."
"It's okay," I chirped as one of my paws reached down to rub my outer pussy lips, "must have been a while since your last time."
"A couple of years," Jason said as he wrapped his arms around my chest, picked me up so his still firm cock didn't come free from my tailvent and sat down in the chair he had been sitting in before, reclining it so we could lay back and be a bit more comfortable. "How are you feeling?"
"I still have a bit of a problem," I admitted as my fingers rubbed my desperately aching slit. "Parts of me still need some attention."
"Well of course they would," Jason said as his hand took over from my paw, his larger fingers sliding through my outer opening and rubbing against my pseudo-cock gently. "How about I finish you off?"
This Human had brought me close to orgasm just by fucking my tailvent, was I going to say no to him using his fingers to finish the job?
"Go right ahead," I twittered as I put my sticky paw on his cheek.


It was clear Jason was no amateur when it came to the female Apostlebird sex. Almost immediately his fingers found my sensitive spots and began to carefully massage them, barely applying any pressure to them at all. His two index fingers slipped into my passage to begin the act of fingering my vaginal flesh (a very rare act amongst Apostlebirds due to the presence of very sharp talons on our digits,) making me start to squirm.
"I envy your females," I groaned as I gripped the armrests of the chair and began to dig my talons into the fabric. "But I doubt I would get anything done if my digits could do this."
"I could have so much fun with you," Jason chuckled as he let his chin rest on my shoulder. "Not many females liked going outside what was, more or less, natural."
"Was Cheff a kinky one?" I asked as I closed my eyes, letting myself savour the feeling of his agile digits work what seemed to be magic.
"She liked her different places," Jason whispered in my ear, "and though we had different positions, she was strictly a vaginal sex person and would never do anything like this."
"I'm glad to hear that," I replied, feeling proud, "but what about you? Are you kinky?"
"I have my likes and dislikes," Jason replied with a whisper, his mouth so close to my ear canal that his breath made the feathers around it twitch. "I just let whatever happens, happen."
His fingers were amazing and all I could do was to let him work his magic. I wanted him to push his fingers deeper into me, to finger the opening to my egg chamber and though he got close, he stopped just short of my bruised muscle. It wasn't all that I wanted, but it was more than enough for now.
"Faster," I begged, always impatient to bring myself to orgasm when I got this close, no longer able to take the tension in my body.
"Not yet," Jason said in a husky voice, "I know you can take more."
His hands were those of a master, teasing, fingering and massaging me closer and closer to my orgasm, but not quite getting me there, denying me what I craved so much. One of my paws let go of the armrest and tried to make his fingers give me the final stimulation I desired, but his digits were a lot stronger than mine and short of trying to dig my talons into his flesh, I had no way of making him do what I wanted. As I lay atop him, his cock still buried in my tailvent, I wondered what sort of sexual beast I had awoken and what carnal pleasures he would deny me for his own fun.
"I can't take much more," I moaned. "Please, let me finish."
"Only because you asked so nicely," he whispered into my ear before nuzzling into my neck.

I was expecting his fingers to work faster, to massage my sensitive spots with a bit more pressure, anything to do with my sex, so I was surprised when I felt his cock moving in my tailvent. It was a slow stroke at first and I wondered if he was going to pull his cock free of my tailvent and fuck my pussy, as I now craved it no matter what pain it may cause, but this wasn't his intention as he started to slide back in. It was slow and a bit sore at first, but soon my tailvent got used to the movement and found his slow fucking was doing the trick. Each time his cock bottomed out under my tail, my beak gaped open as I let out a gasp of surprise. I wondered if he was just doing this for me, but soon his pace picked up and his fingerwork started to get sloppy and I realised he was going to fill me up again.
"I thought you could only give one breeding a day," I panted as I did my best to hold myself still with the iron grip I had on the armrests.
"I said it's been a while," he almost growled through clenched teeth. "I'm rather pent up."

Soon his fingertips were barely moving against my soft, wet sexual flesh, but with the pistoning of his cock into my tailvent, I was getting closer and closer to the orgasm I so desired.
"So close," I moaned, barely able to keep still. "Please, faster."
I don't think he was listening to me at that point, his cock was twitching and throbbing the way I had felt it before just before he came last time. It did seem that he timed things perfectly though, because just as I felt the first tingle of my climax, I felt that hard twitch in my tailvent that told me he had reached his and as his warm semen shot into me, I let out a loud cry of triumph as my body reach its peak.
As he moaned, his body tensing with each throb and shot of his cum into me, I followed just behind with my body squeezing his fingers and cock in time. Our shared climaxes were brief as soon he gave up the last of his seed into my tailvent, but he didn't stop holding me as I continued to twist and squirm. I don't know how much longer mine lasted, but as began to catch my breath, I felt his sticky hand rubbing my chest, smearing my feathers with my sexual gel.
"Wow," I croaked between gasps for breath. "I can't wait until you fuck me properly."
"That can wait," he said as his other arm draped across my chest, his forearm sitting in the crook of my own. "It's going to take a while to recover."
"You can say that again," I said as I looked up at the night sky, secretly wondering if my father was looking down in shock at the depravity of one of his daughters. "Should we move?"
"I don't want to move until I'm reasonably sure your body has absorbed my sexual proteins," Jason replied.
"You mean you don't want to ruin the mood?"
"Yeah, that works too."


Epilogue:

I was back on the home planet and doing my best to not be seen. Jason and I had been implicated in the abduction and corruption (as they put it) of some of Jason's former patients. Of course there had been no abductions, they were living aboard a trading ship that at the moment was in orbit around the planet and broadcasting false identity codes. They had been expensive, but you'd be surprised how profitable the Human/Apostlebird porn films we made were. Turns out a lot of female Apostlebirds (if the demographic data was anything to go by) enjoyed watching Apostlebird harem porn with a Human master. So you can imagine the other reason I was doing my best to lay low was because I was now something of a porn star, a tailvent queen actually.
However, I wasn't here for any of that.

She didn't see me as she made her way home, flying up the balcony of her fifth-floor apartment in two or three quick flutters. Our records said she lived alone and had done so since Jason's disgrace. I knew I only had one shot at this and then it was only for about 20 minutes. After she went in, I flew up in one leap (having gotten used to the higher gravity Jason insisted upon having in the ship resulting in me having more muscle) and tried the key Jason had given me, leaving me surprised that she hadn't changed the locks after all these years. I could guess where she was and the scent of horny female gave me an urge to join in the fun she was likely having in her bedroom, but time was very short. Finding her bedroom in the small apartment wasn't an issue with the noises she was making and as I slowly opened the door, I saw her lying upon the bed on her back, her legs against her chest as she slid a purple, Human looking dildo into her pussy.
"I'd say the doctor sends his regards," I said as I stood in the doorway as she sat up in surprise, "but by the looks of it, you might already be enjoying them."
"Who are you?!" She demanded as she looked at me and tried to look intimidating, but the purple dildo that slowly slid from her pussy kind of hampered her attempt.
"I'm T'lek," I replied, "and you have to be Cheff, Patient 17."
"What do you want?" Cheff asked me with a confused look on her face. "You can't be here for money, so are you here to abduct me, like you did with the others?"
"Abduct you?" I scoffed. "I haven't had to abduct anyone. I'm just offering a ride."
"I've heard what the two of you have done," she said to me, actually sounding angry. "Abducting his former patients and making them perform in your sick porno clips."
"As I said, I haven't had to abduct anyone and we certainly haven't made anyone do anything they didn't want to."
"So why are you here?"
"Your carriage awaits to whisk you away to your true love."
"If he loves me so much, why has he left me for last?"
If that wasn't a 'yes', and a rather blatant one at that, I didn't know what was.
"Pack light and pack quickly," I said as I offered her my paw, "I'll explain everything on the way."