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infamous space station, known for its very poor luck. I'm a very casual enjoyer of it, but when I saw that something like this could happen, I just got taken away by the idea.\n\nAs always, please do leave feedback. And if you can spare it, and think I've earned it, I have a tip jar with Ko-fi [url=https://ko-fi.com/guiltyworkshop]here[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Just something I threw together while waiting on my commissioner to sign off, hopefully I'll have a five parter for everyone shortly.

Memetic earworm warning, the alternative title was going to be "Doing it for myselves", now get that out of your head again.

Inspired from a scenario I saw on a certain infamous space station, known for its very poor luck. I'm a very casual enjoyer of it, but when I saw that something like this could happen, I just got taken away by the idea.

As always, please do leave feedback. And if you can spare it, and think I've earned it, I have a tip jar with Ko-fi here", "writing": "[i]\"Bing!\"[/i]\n\"Attention crew, ASSISTANT. GARY. DU. MASS. Is deceased, no brain functions detected. Please notify Central Command, for a replacement. Thank you, and enjoy your day.\"\n[i]\"Bing!\"[/i]\n\nAlex Okra sighed, and rolled their eyes at the emotionless tones of the platform's AI alert system.\n\n\"Great... now who am I going to get to shove hazardous objects under unstable particle beams?\"\n\nA hissing giggle came from the Science lab's only other occupant, the two reptiles inured to the constant \"[i]Workplace Accidents[/i]\" of Orbital Platform 69. It was a coping mechanism they'd both acquired, he and Stanley, the only other surviving scientist on the roster, after only a month on what was supposed to be a year-long shift aboard the companies \"[i]Finest[/i]\" orbital research and trade platform. The rusty collection of mismatched corridors, patched together from over a dozen different vessels, moored by wishful thinking to an asteroid, floated in orbit above a highly volatile young planet, still in the late stages of cooling.\n\nThe planet, known \"[i]Affectionately[/i]\" as Magma-world, had already claimed three of the crew's four surveyors, and the fourth now lived in the brig after attempted mutiny. But the accidents didn't stop there. There was the rogue robot that started throwing people into the disposals pipes. The disastrous plasma fire in engineering. The unexplained explosion in the bar on cocktail night. And the clown incident...\n\nAlex shuddered at the memory, the sound of bicycle horns haunting his ears. At times like that, he was convinced he was the only competent sapient onboard, and would have joined the mutineers in the brig for his own safety, if he wasn't the head of the department and so responsible for making sure their mission was accomplished. The Company did not take well to department heads who failed to deliver.\n\n\"Three-two-one-not-it!\" Stanley laughed, proving to be just as childish as the assistants they'd so freshly run out of, the red lizard grinning evilly as if he'd just outwitted his superior. \"I am not touching those things, guess you'll have to schlep those artefacts in yourself, boss.\"\n\nGroaning, knowing he'd get nowhere now his sole remaining scientist had dug his heels in, Alex ran a blue-scaled hand over his snout in disbelief, pinching shut amber eyes and hissing in irritation.\n\n\"Fine, just today I'll let you get away with it. What's on the docket anyway?\"\n\nStanley thumbed through a disorganised pile of papers on his desk, his filing system as well-developed as his maturity. \"Uhhhh, this one! Something to do with quantum super positional theory or something. Looks just like a big black box to me though.\"\n\n\"No mentions of explosions this time? Fine, I'll get suited up, and you are to stay well away from the control console while I'm loading it in. Got it?\"\n\nThe crimson lizard looked both offended, and disappointed, inwardly seething at not getting the chance to be the one to push the big, red, tempting button, which would bombard the alien relic with high intensity radiation. But then, stealing a glance over a shoulder at his slowly stripping workmate, maybe there was a way to get what he wanted.\n\nAlex tried not be self-conscious as he stripped out of the lab coat and general uniform, down to just scale-tight briefs. He wasn't an athletic lizard, but he liked to think his general shape of androgyny made him easy on the eye for any orientation. Good hips, a full tail, and frills from neck to arse, pretty well put together in fetching iridescent blue scales. Sure others were buffer, or rounder, or curvier, but there was something going on with the masculine, feminine mix he had that made him special. Or so he believed anyway.\n\nAlex finished strapping on the hazardous environmental suit, that was supposedly sufficient protection, and ventured into the vault of various unpredictable relics that were to be his life for the rest of the year. Crate after crate, barely secured, and just as badly labelled, each potentially spelling the end of his career, and existence, should something go wrong. Grabbing a dolly, the manifest provided just enough guidance to locate the chosen mystery object, which did indeed appear to be little more than a glossy-black cuboid, just over two metres in height. If anything, it looked like a fancy refrigerator, crisp, shallow bevels around the edged and across segments, giving the impression of doors or panels. But the most important thing to Alex in that moment, was that it did not detonate the moment he slid the dolly underneath it.\n\nHe was gasping, leaning on the metal push bar the moment he'd set the obelisk down on the target pad. It was deceptively light for its size, but far heavier than the blue reptile was comfortable hefting. Still, now that it was set in place, he could step out, take a breather and-\n\n\"Alright! Initiating beam, in three! Two! One! Boop!\"\n\nThree thoughts hit his head before the flash did. The first, \"He's not serious is he?\", the second, \"Oh shit I'm about to die,\" and the last, just before the bright blinding light of charged particles struck the dark surface of the artefact, \"Did he just say boop?\".\n\nThere was light, there was heat, and a sound of stone shifting.\n\n\"[i]Krrrump[/i]!\"\n\nNext thing Alex knew, he was picking himself off the floor, blinking sun spots from his eyes.\n\nNext thing Alex knew, he was stumbling forward out of a narrow door and falling forwards.\n\nThe two hazard suited figures collided, sprawling in a tangle of limbs across the testing room floor, as Stanley looked on in shocked disbelief from the observation window, a claw still on the shiny red button. He decided it prudent to turn off the beam for now, and perhaps go scurry off to the bar, before anyone could blame him for his involvement.\n\nIn the chamber, the pair of identical lizards clawed their way back to their feet, staring at each other in disbelief, saying in stereo; \"Who are you?\", \"How did you get here?\", \"I was about to...\" Before each falling silent.\n\nDisbelieving, an Alex removed their shielded hood, and the duplicate did the same. Each stared at their perfect mirror image, noting the odd differences that one never spotted when not on an unflattering camera.\n\n\"Oh, shit. What the hell are you?\"\n\n\"Me?\" Blinked Alex, \"Who the hell are you? You're not some sort of evil doppelgänger come to steal my job are you?\"\n\n\"What? Why the hell would I... and it's my job! I'm not going to steal...\"\n\n\"I've seen enough TV to know how this goes! Tell me something only I'd know!\"\n\n\"One, that's pointless, there's only us here, so telling you something wouldn't prove anything. Two, I once tried to swallow my own tail in secondary school to see what would happen.\"\n\n\"Right, yeah, and I ended up panicking because I got stuck on the frill when it got past...\" They both stopped, blinked, blushed, and shuddered at the humiliating memory. \"Okay... so, I guess that proves you've got my memories.\"\n\n\"My memories, and you've got-. No, wait this is stupid, I... we're, smarter than this. What did the docket say again, about the artefact?\"\n\n\"Inert, mostly safe, effects related to quantum...\" Alex's eyes widened.\n\n\"… Super positional theory,\" Alex finished for Alex, both reptiles reaching the same conclusion. \"Well... fuck... um... what the hell do we do now?\"\n\n\"I... don't know? Are you the clone or me?\"\n\n\"Uh, I don't think clones the correct word for it, I mean...\"\n\n\"Yeah, sorry, dupe? Copy? What the hell are we going to tell Central about this?\"\n\n\"Well...\" Alex chewed that over, looking over Alex with an appraising eye, \"maybe this isn't such a bad thing. I mean, we are short staffed...\"\n\n\"And we're the only sane person around...\" Alex nodded along with Alex.\n\n\"Maybe... we could make this work?\"\n\n***\n\n\"- as such we are well on our way to meeting our mining quota for the month, Captain.\"\n\nThe head of the survey team, Alex, shuffled their report, and sat back down at the long table for the heads of staff. To their left, Alex the quartermaster nodded along and looked to the captain for their turn to speak.\n\nCaptain Julius Reynard looked down the length of identical faces, his eyes bloodshot, his whiskers crumbled and drooping from improper sleep. The old fox turned to address the Head of Personnel, hoping for a little support from the stalwart cynic, only to be faced with yet another blue scaled snout.\n\n\"Are you alright, captain?\" Alex, head of medical, asked with concern when the vulpine flinched in his seat.\n\n\"Ughhh, yes, ugh... what happened to Ian? Wasn't he...?\"\n\nAlex, head of security, politely coughed, \"The old HOP unfortunately passed away. Accident with an electrified grill, only ashes left by the time we got there, so we had to step in to fill the gap.\"\n\nThe assembled Alexes nodded along sombrely. Alex the chaplain said a small, non-denominational prayer for the concept of a soul that the last HOP may or may not have had.\n\nSince the potential of the artefact had been uncovered, Alex and their fellow Alexes had come to an agreement; they were, in every regard, identical, they had no reason to fight, and every reason to trust each other. After all, who else knew them as well as they did? So after a quiet word with the other department heads, and the unfortunate discovery by Stanley, who was now a small protoplasmic blob in a beaker, that the relic was gene-locked to only Alex, it was agreed to allow Alex to fill any crucial vacant positions. And oh boy, were there vacancies aboard Orbital Platform 69. It was almost as if the station was designed to generate lethal accidents.\n\nAt that point roughly eighty percent of the crew roster was comprised of Alex, and terrifyingly, they seemed to like it that way. The platform had never run so smoothly, with barely any petty squabbles, mutinies, unreasonable risk takings, or direct acts of sabotage. If anything, Reynard was lucky to have such a harmonious crew under his paws.\n\nHe nodded along, listening as quartermaster Alex gave his report, feeling his grip on reality slip further, and further, till he decided he needed a breath of fresh air.\n\n\"Excuse me, gentlemen, please continue, I just need to take a walk.\"\n\nA few seconds later, the airlock cycled, and the dozen department heads watched as the frozen shape of the captain drifted past the view port.\n\n[i]\"Bing!\"[/i]\n\"Attention crew, CAPTAIN. JUL. E. ASS. REY. NARD. Is deceased, no brain functions detected. Please notify Central Command, for a replacement. Thank you, and enjoy your day.\"\n[i]\"Bing!\"[/i]\n\n\"Well... guess we need a new captain,\" Alex from medical said with a sigh.\n\nShaking his head in disappointment, the head of research, Alex, got to his feet, \"I'll get right on it, five-minute break everybody?\"\n\n***\n\nCaptain Alex was shuffling papers at his desk, a claw idly spinning the station self-destruct disk, looking for anything to do, when his ear-piece beeped.\n\n\"Captain, it's Alex.\"\n\n\"Very funny,\" he rolled his eyes, getting up and grabbing his official long coat, \"which Alex?\"\n\n\"Head of security Alex, there's a situation in the dormitories. One you need to see, and, uh... maybe Chaplain Alex too... it's... messy.\"\n\nAlex paused, hearing the discomfort in his own voice, even over the cheap speaker. \"Messy as in going [i]'Down To Research[/i]' messy?\"\n\n\"No, well, maybe, umm... just come to the dorms, you, we, I.... fuck... just meet us there.\"\n\nTen minutes later, the head of security was joined by his disgruntled looking captain, while trailing behind the cloaked and be-hatted reptile came the robed form of the chaplain, non-exclusionary holy text in claw. The three exchanged a familial nod, each trusting the other with their life, as the HOS reached for the control panel of one of the cramped \"[i]Estate[/i]\" rooms, intended for visiting company executives.\n\n\"Alex from Medical caught it on the vitals monitors, asked me to check it on the cameras. Brace yourselves, it's, uh, graphic.\"\n\nSo warned, the captain reached for their laser pistol, the chaplain clutched their book, and the HOS pressed their ID badge to the door override controls.\n\nThe sounds of meat slapping and smacking filled the corridor. Grunts and animalistic hisses echoed out, as the scene of absolute carnage stunned the three onlookers.\n\nInside, two lizards were tangled on the narrow cot in a violent struggle, both naked, one crushing the other's face down into the pillows, while their free claw reached underneath to hitch up their hips, and keep them in a prostrate position.\n\nAlex the salvager was slit deep inside Alex the barman's crack, thighs slamming into plump buttocks, whilst giving himself a hand at the same time. Neither noticed their audience, lost in the rigorous rutting, as the more dominant Alex leaned over to nibble and bite his bottom's ear frills.\n\n\"Oh fuck, yes, fuck yes, don't stop, so good, so hard. Come on, give it to me, fuck me like we want it!\" Alex encouraged through grit fangs, his leaking fleshy prick leaving streaks over the sheets as Alex jacked him off, all while slamming his prostate over and over.\n\n\"Ugh, ugh, fuck, so tight,\" grunted Alex, squeezing those plush cheeks before giving them a loud slap. \"Come on bitch, moan our name, tell us how good our cock feels!\"\n\nWhimpering, Alex braced against the headboard, letting Alex savage him with the long pink shaft that seemed to be just the right fit for his cloacal vent. Sparks flew through their nerves, climax approaching, the desire to release filling them both with adrenaline and lust. Claws curled into fabric, Alex pushed back harder, letting Alex push deeper, forcing them to hiss and snarl and shake the bed beneath them.\n\n\"Merciful, fucking, cog,\" the chaplain gasped, dropping their heavy text in shock. The book thumped on the decking, jolting the conjoined Alexes to look up, and jump over the precipice.\n\n\"Oh, fuuuuck~!\" they groaned in stereo, clutching at each other as their bodies released twin white tides across the bedsheets and into orifices.\n\nAlex lay sprawled, his bottom clenching him tight, making sure his cock remained buried in their spasming hole, working every drop of seed out of their internal gonads. \"How, nice, seeing you, captain, chaplain, HOS,\" he panted, eyes lidded, as their hips shuddered, \"is, something the, matter?\"\n\nThe onlookers exchanged glances, each trying to deny the blush in their necks. An internal war went up within each of the identical brains; was this a discipline problem? An ethics issue? Common decency complaint? Their own accidental coming out to themselves? They each felt hot under their respective collars, till Captain Alex shook off their collective disbelief, and tried to assert some decorum.\n\n\"And what, do you two think you're doing?\"\n\nSalvager Alex shrugged, relishing the afterglow from the tight sphincter still squeezing him. The barman however, looked up from his drool soaked pillow, a devilish grin on his face as he continued crushing the cock in his rump.\n\n\"Fucking ourselves, captain. It's not like we haven't thought about it before,\" he teased, giving his tail another shake, coaxing more moans from himself on top.\n\n\"Well, this, isn't, well... is this appropriate?\" the HOS flustered, trying to wrangle his own excitement, now thoroughly caught off-guard by his own brazenness at being found living out a deeply buried fantasy he knew they’d had some years ago.\n\n\"Hey, it's just masturbation,\" chuckled Alex the salvager, running his hands over his partner's full blue hips, stroking the sides just the way they liked, \"though, it's way more enjoyable than the usual sort. Want to try it?\"\n\nThe bottom reptile hummed an affirmative, wiggling back onto the sticky shaft spearing him. All three onlookers failed to hide their collective shudder at the lewd image, so sensually displayed before their eyes.\n\nThe captain stammered, knowing he should scold, discipline, or at least denounce the behaviour, but the logical part of his brain wasn't connecting with the sudden spike in libido. After all, it was only him on the station now, all six dozen of them. And he had to admit, he looked damn good naked like that, frills swishing with each thrust, tail waving high, face turning purple with the lusty rouge in his cheeks.\n\nIt was too much. Next thing he knew, the captain was pulling the buckles and belts on his uniform till he too was nude, his shapely azure figure sparkling in the bedroom lights. With a confident swagger, he crossed the room, leaning over his duplicates on the cot, their warm breaths musky and inviting. Lips met lips, and claws tangled in pliable neck frills, drawing him down between the now separated duo.\n\nSomeone else however grunted, the pleather grip of a stun baton creaking as fingers fidgeted. Doing his best to be the stern face of justice, the HOS struggled to form a repudiation for his deviant selves, \"It's... we couldn't... no, captain we really can’t...\" he trailed off, feeling a claw slide down the front of his trousers and cup the tent growing there.\n\n\"I think, HOS, we could all use a little… spiritual relief on this shift,\" whispered the chaplain, their robes tightening as his own shaft swelled within their slit.\n\nThe HOS looked between them, mouth agape, before surrendering to peer pressure, and pulling the robed lizard into a passionate kiss, his conscience relinquishing its grip on rationality, as several months of pent-up self-love took over.\n\nKneeling up, Alex wiggled his hips, and lifted his tail, revealing the mess they'd made already, inviting another entry to the party.\n\n\"Ready for docking, captain?\" he chuckled, giving himself what he believed to be a lascivious look.\n\n\"We know that means something else,\" the senior Alex grinned, grabbing himself by the tail and lining up with the dripping gash between his thighs. He'd never, personally, in that instance, taken another male inside his opening, but he was damned if he wasn't about to make himself try it. The tight scaly lips parted easily, well lubricated already, letting his slimy pink spire slip in under where his copy's own cock hung limp and dripping.\n\n\"Ohhhh, fuck, that's, ugh, this is...\" the bottom lizard gasped, pushing his hips back as his end was filled and stretched. Behind him, his other self nudged and lined up, about to make a sandwich of their captain, and themselves, instantly rejuvenated by the sight of himself imbedded in his own hole.\n\nSmiling, Alex found himself pressed between two lanky blue forms, and let himself relax and enjoy the friction of three bodies intertwined. Moans and shudders echoed through the walls as the Alexes allowed their common curiosity to bloom, no longer inhibited by outside opinions or expectations. It was just them, sharing in their own selfish delight, and their passion was nothing less than overwhelming.\n\nOne by one, they sated their carnal needs, taking turns flipping and pinning and taking and receiving. Just as it had started with two, and then became five, slowly other Alexes trickled in, hearing the rampant rutting, or being sent by concerned personnel, until the orgy of self gratification had spilled out into the corridor, the lounge, and even the maintenance shaft, carpeting the floor in cerulean scales, and writhing, wriggling bodies.\n\nWhen finally the last Alex was spent, the entire wing awash with seed and spittle, the captain sighed, and reclined on his throne of himself.\n\n\"Alright... well, I think we can all agree, we needed that.\"\n\nA moan of agreement rose up around him, as various Alexes disentangled, or humped to a final conclusion. The atmospheric scrubbers were doing their best, but everything smelled of horny lizard and semen, making focussing on anything else hard.\n\n\"Clearly, we've been working too hard,\" he continued, to more confirmation, \"we shouldn't overstretch ourselves, well, not in that way anyway.\" Hisses met his chuckle, as a few of him got up and shook off the fugue from their fucking. \"But,\" he pressed on while collecting his hat, the rest of the uniform unsalvageable beneath the press of bodies, \"we can't spend all shift enjoying ourselves. So we'll let today slide, but in future, our personal recreation will be limited to down time only. With perhaps, special exception for... team building exercises.\"\n\nAnother general groan, this time of acceptance, came over the lot. Alex felt good, despite a slight soreness, the sexual relief left them feeling cleansed and refreshed, ready to get back to work with clear heads and empty testicles.\n\n\"Okay, dismissed everyone, and get Alex from maintenance here. There's a spill needs mopping.\"\n\n***\n\nThe bar area was packed out, full to the brim with blue scaly faces, hissing and chatting excitedly, while the service Alexes did their best to keep the drinks, pizzas, and burgers coming. It was a party, after all, the advent of six months of their work aboard the once doomed orbital platform, and Alex was eager to hear what Central Command thought of his efforts.\n\nAfter the initial moment of personal honesty with him-selves, Alex had agreed that, outside of just some pleasant snuggling and alone time after a day’s work, they would hold back from further orgies unless given very good reason. Reason such as, say, a glowing recommendation for his work running the station all by himself...\n\nThe assemblage of Alex was growing restless, tails whiping back and forth, frills fluttering, trying their hardest not to start too early, when finally Captain Alex took the stage at the back of the room, and coughed into the microphone to get his attention.\n\n\"Crew, friends, me,\" he started, giggling into the mic as he made himself groan, \"It's good to see I'm all here, and that we have had no workplace accidents this month. Honestly, we're putting ourselves in medical out of a job!\"\n\nThere was a mild round of cheering, a fist pump or two, and a joking holler of 'Take them off!' from an Alex at the back.\n\nThe captain waved it all off, feeling a warm blush in their body at the hooting and catcalling, but business before pleasure, they pressed on with their speech. \"I want to thank all of my selves, and I do mean all, for keeping this station ship shape, or space base shaped. We've learned a lot about ourself these last six months, how much we can accomplish, how dedicated we are, and how kinky too, apparently~.\"\n\nMore hoots, wolf whistles, and drunken cheers went up from the sea of copied faces, only distinguishable by the various hats and uniforms, which wouldn't be there soon. Captain Alex's forked tongue flicked in excitement, feeling very hot indeed about what was to come. A growing, curling heat, somewhere above above the pelvis, was radiating through their core, making them uncomfortable and eager to get out of the thick cloth and down to just their scales. So he decided to hurry things along to get what he knew they were all waiting for.\n\n\"So, it's my pleasure to tell myself, that today we received from Central, a space-telegram, congratulating us on exceeding expectations. And awarding me, us, I, you get the message, an official commendation for our work. Congratulations, me! You all worked hard, and earned this, so without further ado, the moment you've been waiting for. Let's not call it an orgy, but, let the self-love-fest begin!”\n\nWaiting on those words, near a hundred zips, belts, buckles and straps came undone in a rush to reach nakedness. The music was blaring, the lights were flashing, and the scent of arousal was overwhelming. The air was electric with energy, every lizard eager to get their claws on themselves. The barman poured a last round, and then just wheeled out a keg of beer for self-service, trusting himself not to over-indulge while they did just that.\n\n\"Come here, captain,\" purred chief medical officer Alex in his superior's ear, grabbing the senior lizard by the belt and hurrying them along, \"it's about time you had a check-up, and I've got just the thing to take your temperature, rectally.\"\n\nBlushing bright, feeling foggy despite not yet having had a drink, Captain Alex let himself be stripped right there in front of his admiring audience, trousers hitting the ground, just as the throng below began working themselves up to follow his example.\n\n\"Aww, not feeling it today, captain?\" The CMO whispered in his ear, fingers stroking his naked slit as he bared it all to the crowd, working digits back and forth to help the pink shaft within pluck up the courage to show. \"Come on, I know we're stressed out, but you've got to let it out sometime~.\"\n\n\"Mmph, no I'm feeling it, I just-\" he gasped, feeling a claw invade his opening, finding it far more sensitive than he remembered, more than aroused enough to get hard, and yet. \"I'm...\" Looking down, Alex blinked, spotting the wetness on their thighs, a trail of slick that wasn't a premature misfire from their abstaining member, but a lubricating drool that slowly leaked towards their knees.\n\n\"Hey what gives?\" a voice in the crowd called, Alex was kneeling between Alex's thighs, having been working solidly the last minute trying to give himself head, only for the lizard they were licking to squeal and spray them down with a watery splash of fragrant fluids.\n\n\"Ah, sorry,\" the pinned Alex blushed, suddenly conscious of the strange looks, \"guess I was just pent-up.\"\n\n\"Dude, where's your cock?!\" At the head of the bar, Alex from security had barman Alex spread over the counter top, wrist deep in his cloacal vent and hunting for a slippery member to stroke. But instead, all he could find was the usual tail hole, and above it. \"Oh cog! Is that what I think it is?\"\n\nStunned, various Alexes about the room suddenly found themselves differentiated from their fellows. Not by uniform, but the noticeable lack of a certain pink piece of anatomy pressing from between their slits.\n\n\"Oh wow!\" CMO Alex grabbed the captain firmly about the hips, one hand still reaching inside their vent, spreading scaly lips wide for all to see, \"So it is true what they say about all male lizard crews. Guess we should start calling you Alexa now, huh captain?\"\n\nThe captain's breath caught in '[i]HER[/i]' lungs, as a claw tip found what was left of their shaft, a tiny pink nub deep inside which jolted pleasure up their body at the slightest touch. The room was spinning, the voices were swirling, and several dozen pairs of the same amber eyes were fixed on her nude body, laid bare and open for all their scrutiny.\n\n\"N-now let's not rush into anything here,\" they cautioned, holding up their hands as a crowd of Alexes mounted the stage and penned them in, \"we should probably all go down to medical, and-\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, we should totally let the CMO check you out,\" the HOS purred, his tail swinging from side to side eagerly, winking at the others around him, \"in fact, we should probably all check you out, it's our body after all, right?\"\n\nCaptain Alex swallowed, finding herself backed up against the wall, surrounded by hungry grins and grasping claws, as a dozen copies of themself all came in for a piece of the newly minted, female, captain.\n\n\"I, wouldn't worry,\" the CMO reassured, their hands busy, exploring the changes within the new vagina they had found, \"it's not infectious, I mean, I don't think it is. Just nature balancing the numbers a little.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" HOS Alex licked their lips in anticipation, leaning in to get a feel of what a real female cloaca was like, \"just like the stories, damn we're going to be the popular girl now, huh captain?\"\n\n\"Well, no, not really, we're still us. I'm... we're... this doesn't change anything else, right? I'm still me, despite this,\" the captain panicked, feeling the crushing rush of uncertainty, and the blissful relief of people playing with his, her, their, new equipment. It was far more sensitive than their cock had been, a hungry little hole hidden inside their slit, just above the tail pipe, and below the new clitoral button.\n\n\"Probably, maybe not. I’d hypothesize that a gender-swap would likely come with mental changes, to make the process happen more smoothly. Hormones, self image, maybe some preference swings,\" Head of research Alex leant in, grabbing their own dripping fingers to pull them in for a taste of their new secretions, \"but I guess this means we're a lot more ‘[i]Fluid[/i]’ than we thought, eh Alex?\"\n\n\"Oh, ha ha, so funny,\" the captain moaned, feeling the heat pooling between their legs, the pressure mounting with each brush of her back from the press of masculine bodies, the scent of himself triggering new instincts in themselves. She was hot, bothered, and more than ready, a fact evident in the rising swing of her tail, advertising her holes to the CMO pressing in tight behind, their slick log sliding between her thighs.\n\n\"Just a quick check, make sure you're healthy, captain,\" the doctor smiled, his eyes flickering, \"it's proper procedure, you know, make sure we've got a clear bill of health. And well, I’d say it’s nothing we’ve not seen before, but this time, that’s not true is it?\"\n\n\"Guuuh, okay, uh, no, no. We shouldn't, I mean, what if-\" her voice trailed off into a crooning moan, as something hot, wet, and wriggling, found itself a home inside her cloacal passage, and began to saw itself deeper in the fresh opening.\n\n\"It's perfectly fine, and you did authorise us to have some fun with ourselves tonight,\" the CMO's smile grew a little wider, his hips rolling faster, driving the pulsing phallus deeper into her sex, making the male-turned-female writhe and moan and grind, \"You can't resist yourself either, can you, Alex? We've always wondered what we'd be like as a female, and well, you were the lucky one who gets to find out.\"\n\nThe captain, lost in a haze of physical pleasure and a growing sense of feminine identity, could only whimper and clutch her new cunt tighter, riding the wave of sensation as the masculine body behind ploughed her deep and steady, filling her tunnel till she was panting, eyes crossed with the new delight only a stuffed pussy, and well fingered clit could grant.\n\n\"O-oh fuck,\" bar-’[i]Woman[/i]’ Alex moaned, on her back across the counter, two cocks deep in her slit, \"w-why, me?\"\n\nChuckling, Alex from salvage vaulted over the bar-top, and took her face frills in hand, pulling her head back to look up at the spear of meat that was eager to get acquainted with her throat.\n\n\"Oh come on, you know why,\" Alex chuckled to himself, as Alex from Science, and Alex from Botany got a steady rhythm going, working back and forth between their generous thighs, taking turns to slap their hips home to the gasps of the confused bottom lizard. \"Everyone knows you've taken more cock down there than the rest of us put together. Now, have a drink, and enjoy this, who knows if you’ll get another chance to.\"\n\nBreathlessly, Alex from Bar opened their mouth, and gave in to the temptation, taking their first triple stuffing, and washing it down with the heady funk of pre.\n\nAll over the room, roughly a quarter of the station populace was unveiled to have a little extra on the inside, and were enjoying it with all due enthusiasm.\n\nBar-woman Alex choked, spluttered, and drank down the salty broth being squirted into their throat, while the pair behind her filled her lower tunnels with equally virulent bursts of warmth.\n\n\"Don't spill a drop, wouldn't want to cause a slip would we,\" one laughed, tugging her tail gently to keep her open, while the other rushed on ahead, and pumped his thick cream straight into her gut.\n\n\"Oh cog, yes, so, much, aah, fuck, I can't...\" the most infamously easy Alex moaned, their eyes glazing, toes curling, as the pressure became too great, and their inner gate was breached. Her belly squeezed slightly, rippling with the sudden influx of liquid warmth, leaving her splayed and shivering in their clutches, thoroughly stuffed by three loads in three different holes.\n\nBut a moment later, another Alex was already stepping up, eager to find out just how good straight sex could be after months enjoying anal masturbation.\n\nIn the corner, the Chaplain was slammed against the vending machines, legs pulled up high, as the muscular Alex from the mining team pounded her with an eager spear of pale pink flesh, their combined fluids leaking onto the floor around them.\n\n\"God, Goddess, cog, whoever, this is amazing!\" The clergywoman howled, eyes rolling, jaw lolling, her claws digging into his firm buttocks to keep him from even thinking of pulling out before she came. \"I can't believe, that we're- ah- a- a girl, now! And I’m losing my virginity, to myself!\"\n\nThe male hissed, his tail whipping the floor with every slap of hips to butt, driving her up the smooth metal exterior of the chirping vendor, \"I know, right? But, like, you're still, us. Still, uh, me. So, this is just, like, taking it with a toy. Better with, someone you trust, right?\"\n\nShe was beyond caring, her cunt spasming, squeezing, her whole body shaking as an unexpected orgasm was ripped from her depths by the hard thrusts. Closing her eyes, she allowed the pleasure to wash over her, the mental image of herself as a male shattered, swept away with her first female climax.\n\n\"Hehe, still gets off just as fast as when she used to have a cock, I swear some of us have a shorter fuse than others,\" grinned one Alex from the crowd, stroking his straining hard-on while he watched his others have at it.\n\n\"Tell me about it,\" another him chuckled, coming behind himself and sliding between his thighs while he waited his chance at their less numerous feminine selves. \"But you have to admit, this is pretty hot.\"\n\n\"Yess~, hot, soooo, warm~,\" giggled the cumming chaplain, eyes crossing as she scissored her thighs tight around herself, feeling every pulse of the cumming prick deep in her pristine uterus. \"Ohhh, I could do this, again and again, and again, and again, mmmmmhhhuuuh!\"\n\nFeeling his balls being sucked dry, Alex could only lean in and kiss himself to stop the sexy sounds coming from his mouth, flooding the shivering lizard's womb with a final jet of spunk, staining her white for the third time since the orgy had started.\n\n\"Hssss, fuck, s-sorry,\" groaned the muscled lizard pulling out, a torrent of sperm gushing from the creampied cloaca, adding a white splash to the cola advert behind her.\n\n\"No-no-no-no, please, keep doing me! Feels, ahh, so-so-soo gooood~,\" the shameless female begged, slumping to the floor with her thighs spread wide, ready to give herself a good time, whether any of her self's were still available or not. The warm ooze smearing her thighs was blissful, sating some new urge she hadn't realised had been growing. \"Come on, anyone, I need another prick, any prick, in my pussy, our pussy, I wanna be our crew pussy~.\"\n\nShe didn't have to wait long to get her wish.\n\n\"So, captain, I can confirm, that you have, a perfectly, fitting, tight, hot, vagina in here now,\" CMO Alex said between slaps and thrusts, their tongue peeking out between their sharp white teeth, before trailing up her neck frills, giving her a tickling lick, smirking audibly as he talked himself into a dirty frenzy. \"Your temperature, is very high, and the tightness...\" he grunted, moaned, enjoying the clenching spasm of her micro-orgasm \"I recommend, topicals, to be applied, rigorously, with plenty of stimulation, to rub them in.\"\n\n\"I, ah, ahaaa! Y-you're the, doctor,\" she moaned, eyes rolling, mind swimming, pussy dribbling. The moment that cock had made its way inside, she'd become putty in his claws, pleasure unlike anything from her rear hole rolling up her spine and making her weak at the knees. It felt so, good, to let himself have his way with her, to be led down to the deck, have her thigh lifted, have her tail bent, and her vent split. Decorum be damned, this was a party, and she wanted everyone invited.\n\nThe HOS leant in, his grin almost predatory, his cock heavy and aching in his grip, just begging for a turn. \"Then we'll make sure to repeat the proscription, plenty of deep penetration, right?\"\n\n\"Totally,\" moaned the CMO, rolling his hips faster, driving the squirting folds under his crotch to new heights. \"Deep, multiple times, every day, oh cog I'm gonna, I'm there! You ready, to cream yourself, hmmm?\"\n\n\"Yes! Yes yes, yes, y-yes, oh no, no no, don't, ohhhh cog! I'm, nooooo~!\" She arched her back, pressed her chest against her own scales, toes curling, claws biting into his hind, as the pressure finally became too much. Whimpering, moaning, crying out in ecstasy, she allowed her new equipment to flutter and squeeze, begging with both sets of lips for the first terrifying climax of her new gender.\n\n\"Gods, that's, beautiful,\" CMO Alex sighed, sliding his length in one more time, and holding it there, throbbing, his sensitive tip engulfed in a clinging vacuum of a new cervix, which kissed and sucked with a fervour that was far better than anal had ever been. As the creamy explosion rocked the depths of her core, coating her innards, filling her with a hot, sticky load, the CMO could barely contain himself, shuddering, grinding, humping, and finally collapsing, utterly drained, and utterly satisfied.\n\n\"Ohhh, fuck,\" the captain muttered, her ears ringing, vision fuzzy, mind floating on the warm cloud in her sex. Her new muscles clenched and wrung, as the cum slowly drizzled out, making a tacky mess of her thighs, \"this... better not, cause any trouble,\" she panted away, whimpering as the medical officer pulled out, leaving her splay legged on her back, \"I-I'm still your... captain.\"\n\n\"Of course, sir, whatever you say,\" smirked the HOS, his eyes following the glistening rope of pearly spunk that still attached her cloaca to the CMO's stick. \"Still, this may help a lot with moral. Maybe we'll have to add a new service area around here, I'm betting we'd love some more alone time with ourself now.\"\n\nFrom over by the bar, her chin coated white, and her stomach gurgling, barkeeper Alex stretched and gave an exhausted sigh. \"Well, Alex, I guess I could get used to this. Better tips anyway. Ooph, though, think I drank too much. That stuff goes straight to the brain. How the hell do girls handle all this?\"\n\n\"Normally by not taking a whole gang-bang from their pent-up, identical selves,\" chuckled Alex from maintenance, knowing he'd regret covering that smooth chest come tomorrow when he was hosing off the stains.\"\n\n\"Well, not so identical anymore,\" pointed out Alex from engineering, passing himself a cold one from the keg, and looking over the sprawled bodies in satisfaction. \"Still, nice to have a bit more variety. Hope Central's not going to be pissed when we re-register ourselves as intersex.\"\n\n\"Pffft, I guess we technically are now. Still, it's our body, and we'll enjoy it if we want to,\" laughing, an Alex swung themselves up onto the bar, and grabbed an unresisting pair of hips, \"after all, who wouldn't want some of this, when we've got such a sweet bum, right, me?\"\n\nThey giggled, slapped their own butt, and leaned down to share a juicy, filthy, passionate, lesbian kiss with a mirror-image copy of themselves, the first of many, as the night wore on, and the orgy carried on in debauched Alex-ception.\n\nAnd honestly, she couldn't blame them. It was their body, and who else could say they'd experienced every combination of partners, all by themselves? After all, there was no harm in loving oneself, so long as they didn't indulge too much.\n\n\"Excuse me, ladies,\" a pair of hands gripped her tail, tugging her gently back towards the lip of the bar, \"think you might have, space, for another in there?\" The pair of well fucked females looked up, to see a nice line forming, ready for another go.\n\nCaptain Alex shivered where she lay, her freshly deflowered pussy drooling, the HOS having just taken a double turn to try both her lower holes. Another Alex was grinning down at her, a hungry smirk of a self she knew far too well. \"O-of course, gentlemen. Can't leave, my crew, feeling, unappreciated now, can I?\"\n\nAnother set of teeth nipped her ear-frills, sending a fresh tremble racing through her system, \"Oh, I wouldn't worry. We all appreciate the sacrifices we have to make. Over, and, over, and over, and over,\" his voice growled, another hand sliding up her thigh from behind, a second hardness pressing up under her tail, making her squeak in surprise. \"Now, you just relax, and, take it. We've earned this~.\"\n\nBefore she could protest, a fresh set of twin members were slipping up inside her, splitting her taut entrance apart as they took her vent two ways at once. Moaning, Alex closed her eyes, and surrendered herself, unable to muster any more objections, and frankly not wanting to. It was their body, they were entitled to all the delights it had to offer. And she was damned if she'd give it up after a climax like that.\n\n***\n\n[i]\"Bing!\"[/i]\n\"Attention crew, the return shuttle has docked with the station, please make an orderly line at arrivals, and prepare to relinquish command. The company thanks you for your service, and an uneventful shift.\"\n[i]\"Bing!\"[/i]\n\nCaptain Lumina Fluffs straightened out her dress uniform, resisting the temptation to nibble the corner of her collar a little as she prepared to relieve her counterpart of their duties. The moth had had several interesting reports on the long flight to Orbital Platform 69, the company telling her that she'd have her work cut-out to run such a tight, efficient ship after the last, one-person crew, had apparently kept it going without any major incidents in nearly a year.\n\nIf she didn't know any better (and she did after years working for the company and getting to know the sorts of people they hired) she would have suspected someone had been cooking the books. That, or the head of personnel was incompetent, as usual.\n\nThus fully prepared to be greeted by a scene of utter devastation, with fires, bombings, clown based graffiti, and the usual piles of bodies that comprised an end of shift, she pressed the button for the airlock and braced for the worst.\n\nShe hadn't prepared hard enough.\n\n\"Hi, I'm captain Alex, handing over command of this platform,\" the blue reptile said with one hand raised in a salute, the other trying to keep her own uniform from flying open.\n\nIn front of the stunned new arrivals was a large crowd of lizards, all with a shocking familial resemblance. And of that number, roughly a quarter were struggling under the unmistakable swell of a gravid womb.\n\nCaptain Alex tried not to shuffle abashedly before her counterpart, eager to get onto the shuttle and take the weight of her clutch off her feet. Really, she should have known she'd end up like that, after allowing several dozen desperate, lusty, perverted males up under his tail, without any protection. Or maybe it was the self-service nook in the main bathrooms, or the various strip poker games, or bottomless Tuesdays.\n\nAfter all, as the CMO had theorised, it was all about nature balancing the numbers. And nature had more than one method of doing that. And they'd all been far too keen to question the lack of protection at the time. She only hoped the stunned pale insectoid wouldn't ask too many questions, or report her for fraternising with the crew, or...\n\n\"Hang on, there's something wrong here!\"\n\nThe pregnant lizard bit her tongue, breath tight, eyes flicking to the assembled Alexes around them.\n\n\"You can't pull one over on me, captain Alex,\" Lumina huffed, feelers on hips, \"out with it. Where is the plasma fire you're hiding?\"\n\nAlex let out their breaths, and after assuring the new crew that there were no fires, clowns, spiders, or clown spiders who were on fire, they boarded the shuttle, and began the long journey back home.\n\n\"Soooo~,\" sighed Alex, relaxing against Alex, who she was currently straddling, their fingers wrapped tight about her bulging, egg-laden gut. \"What are we going to call them?\"\n\n\"Hmmm,\" Alex chewed over the question, gently bouncing the fecund female as they settled into the inertia of the shuttle's thrust, \"Alex Junior?\"\n\nSmall laughs went up with the hisses of slow sex, as the former crew indulged in a light relieving romp after having spent so long standing around and waiting for their replacements.\n\n\"Definitely not,\" the former chaplain chipped in, pulling her mouth off Alex's dripping shlong long enough to voice her complaint, \"and besides, we've got, like fifty kids we're going to need to name. We don't need to spitball it, we'll need a dictionary.\"\n\n\"Maybe we can draw up a list, there's ahh~, got to be a register of popular baby names out- Ooh, yeah, right there~,\" Alex the former roboticist moaned, as Alex ate her out, a long forked tongue tickling her every inner wrinkle with an expert's insight, \"maybe, maybe, aaaaaahhhh, yes, maybe a database. A-aaaa-lexxxxx!\"\n\nHer moans echoed around the cramped hold, as the dozens of naked, horny, and happy former crew indulged in a farewell celebration. And in the middle, the Head of Science chewed his lip, concern on his face, as he wondered if the company would pay him more than one salary.\n\n\n***\n\nDeep in the bowels of the science department, a black obelisk, with etchings that could have resembled a door, rumbled.\n\n[i]\"Krrrump!\"[/i]\n\nAlex, fell onto the floor, in front of a very startled chimp.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Bing!"
"Attention crew, ASSISTANT. GARY. DU. MASS. Is deceased, no brain functions detected. Please notify Central Command, for a replacement. Thank you, and enjoy your day."
"Bing!"

Alex Okra sighed, and rolled their eyes at the emotionless tones of the platform's AI alert system.

"Great... now who am I going to get to shove hazardous objects under unstable particle beams?"

A hissing giggle came from the Science lab's only other occupant, the two reptiles inured to the constant "Workplace Accidents" of Orbital Platform 69. It was a coping mechanism they'd both acquired, he and Stanley, the only other surviving scientist on the roster, after only a month on what was supposed to be a year-long shift aboard the companies "Finest" orbital research and trade platform. The rusty collection of mismatched corridors, patched together from over a dozen different vessels, moored by wishful thinking to an asteroid, floated in orbit above a highly volatile young planet, still in the late stages of cooling.

The planet, known "Affectionately" as Magma-world, had already claimed three of the crew's four surveyors, and the fourth now lived in the brig after attempted mutiny. But the accidents didn't stop there. There was the rogue robot that started throwing people into the disposals pipes. The disastrous plasma fire in engineering. The unexplained explosion in the bar on cocktail night. And the clown incident...

Alex shuddered at the memory, the sound of bicycle horns haunting his ears. At times like that, he was convinced he was the only competent sapient onboard, and would have joined the mutineers in the brig for his own safety, if he wasn't the head of the department and so responsible for making sure their mission was accomplished. The Company did not take well to department heads who failed to deliver.

"Three-two-one-not-it!" Stanley laughed, proving to be just as childish as the assistants they'd so freshly run out of, the red lizard grinning evilly as if he'd just outwitted his superior. "I am not touching those things, guess you'll have to schlep those artefacts in yourself, boss."

Groaning, knowing he'd get nowhere now his sole remaining scientist had dug his heels in, Alex ran a blue-scaled hand over his snout in disbelief, pinching shut amber eyes and hissing in irritation.

"Fine, just today I'll let you get away with it. What's on the docket anyway?"

Stanley thumbed through a disorganised pile of papers on his desk, his filing system as well-developed as his maturity. "Uhhhh, this one! Something to do with quantum super positional theory or something. Looks just like a big black box to me though."

"No mentions of explosions this time? Fine, I'll get suited up, and you are to stay well away from the control console while I'm loading it in. Got it?"

The crimson lizard looked both offended, and disappointed, inwardly seething at not getting the chance to be the one to push the big, red, tempting button, which would bombard the alien relic with high intensity radiation. But then, stealing a glance over a shoulder at his slowly stripping workmate, maybe there was a way to get what he wanted.

Alex tried not be self-conscious as he stripped out of the lab coat and general uniform, down to just scale-tight briefs. He wasn't an athletic lizard, but he liked to think his general shape of androgyny made him easy on the eye for any orientation. Good hips, a full tail, and frills from neck to arse, pretty well put together in fetching iridescent blue scales. Sure others were buffer, or rounder, or curvier, but there was something going on with the masculine, feminine mix he had that made him special. Or so he believed anyway.

Alex finished strapping on the hazardous environmental suit, that was supposedly sufficient protection, and ventured into the vault of various unpredictable relics that were to be his life for the rest of the year. Crate after crate, barely secured, and just as badly labelled, each potentially spelling the end of his career, and existence, should something go wrong. Grabbing a dolly, the manifest provided just enough guidance to locate the chosen mystery object, which did indeed appear to be little more than a glossy-black cuboid, just over two metres in height. If anything, it looked like a fancy refrigerator, crisp, shallow bevels around the edged and across segments, giving the impression of doors or panels. But the most important thing to Alex in that moment, was that it did not detonate the moment he slid the dolly underneath it.

He was gasping, leaning on the metal push bar the moment he'd set the obelisk down on the target pad. It was deceptively light for its size, but far heavier than the blue reptile was comfortable hefting. Still, now that it was set in place, he could step out, take a breather and-

"Alright! Initiating beam, in three! Two! One! Boop!"

Three thoughts hit his head before the flash did. The first, "He's not serious is he?", the second, "Oh shit I'm about to die," and the last, just before the bright blinding light of charged particles struck the dark surface of the artefact, "Did he just say boop?".

There was light, there was heat, and a sound of stone shifting.

"Krrrump!"

Next thing Alex knew, he was picking himself off the floor, blinking sun spots from his eyes.

Next thing Alex knew, he was stumbling forward out of a narrow door and falling forwards.

The two hazard suited figures collided, sprawling in a tangle of limbs across the testing room floor, as Stanley looked on in shocked disbelief from the observation window, a claw still on the shiny red button. He decided it prudent to turn off the beam for now, and perhaps go scurry off to the bar, before anyone could blame him for his involvement.

In the chamber, the pair of identical lizards clawed their way back to their feet, staring at each other in disbelief, saying in stereo; "Who are you?", "How did you get here?", "I was about to..." Before each falling silent.

Disbelieving, an Alex removed their shielded hood, and the duplicate did the same. Each stared at their perfect mirror image, noting the odd differences that one never spotted when not on an unflattering camera.

"Oh, shit. What the hell are you?"

"Me?" Blinked Alex, "Who the hell are you? You're not some sort of evil doppelgänger come to steal my job are you?"

"What? Why the hell would I... and it's my job! I'm not going to steal..."

"I've seen enough TV to know how this goes! Tell me something only I'd know!"

"One, that's pointless, there's only us here, so telling you something wouldn't prove anything. Two, I once tried to swallow my own tail in secondary school to see what would happen."

"Right, yeah, and I ended up panicking because I got stuck on the frill when it got past..." They both stopped, blinked, blushed, and shuddered at the humiliating memory. "Okay... so, I guess that proves you've got my memories."

"My memories, and you've got-. No, wait this is stupid, I... we're, smarter than this. What did the docket say again, about the artefact?"

"Inert, mostly safe, effects related to quantum..." Alex's eyes widened.

"… Super positional theory," Alex finished for Alex, both reptiles reaching the same conclusion. "Well... fuck... um... what the hell do we do now?"

"I... don't know? Are you the clone or me?"

"Uh, I don't think clones the correct word for it, I mean..."

"Yeah, sorry, dupe? Copy? What the hell are we going to tell Central about this?"

"Well..." Alex chewed that over, looking over Alex with an appraising eye, "maybe this isn't such a bad thing. I mean, we are short staffed..."

"And we're the only sane person around..." Alex nodded along with Alex.

"Maybe... we could make this work?"

***

"- as such we are well on our way to meeting our mining quota for the month, Captain."

The head of the survey team, Alex, shuffled their report, and sat back down at the long table for the heads of staff. To their left, Alex the quartermaster nodded along and looked to the captain for their turn to speak.

Captain Julius Reynard looked down the length of identical faces, his eyes bloodshot, his whiskers crumbled and drooping from improper sleep. The old fox turned to address the Head of Personnel, hoping for a little support from the stalwart cynic, only to be faced with yet another blue scaled snout.

"Are you alright, captain?" Alex, head of medical, asked with concern when the vulpine flinched in his seat.

"Ughhh, yes, ugh... what happened to Ian? Wasn't he...?"

Alex, head of security, politely coughed, "The old HOP unfortunately passed away. Accident with an electrified grill, only ashes left by the time we got there, so we had to step in to fill the gap."

The assembled Alexes nodded along sombrely. Alex the chaplain said a small, non-denominational prayer for the concept of a soul that the last HOP may or may not have had.

Since the potential of the artefact had been uncovered, Alex and their fellow Alexes had come to an agreement; they were, in every regard, identical, they had no reason to fight, and every reason to trust each other. After all, who else knew them as well as they did? So after a quiet word with the other department heads, and the unfortunate discovery by Stanley, who was now a small protoplasmic blob in a beaker, that the relic was gene-locked to only Alex, it was agreed to allow Alex to fill any crucial vacant positions. And oh boy, were there vacancies aboard Orbital Platform 69. It was almost as if the station was designed to generate lethal accidents.

At that point roughly eighty percent of the crew roster was comprised of Alex, and terrifyingly, they seemed to like it that way. The platform had never run so smoothly, with barely any petty squabbles, mutinies, unreasonable risk takings, or direct acts of sabotage. If anything, Reynard was lucky to have such a harmonious crew under his paws.

He nodded along, listening as quartermaster Alex gave his report, feeling his grip on reality slip further, and further, till he decided he needed a breath of fresh air.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, please continue, I just need to take a walk."

A few seconds later, the airlock cycled, and the dozen department heads watched as the frozen shape of the captain drifted past the view port.

"Bing!"
"Attention crew, CAPTAIN. JUL. E. ASS. REY. NARD. Is deceased, no brain functions detected. Please notify Central Command, for a replacement. Thank you, and enjoy your day."
"Bing!"

"Well... guess we need a new captain," Alex from medical said with a sigh.

Shaking his head in disappointment, the head of research, Alex, got to his feet, "I'll get right on it, five-minute break everybody?"

***

Captain Alex was shuffling papers at his desk, a claw idly spinning the station self-destruct disk, looking for anything to do, when his ear-piece beeped.

"Captain, it's Alex."

"Very funny," he rolled his eyes, getting up and grabbing his official long coat, "which Alex?"

"Head of security Alex, there's a situation in the dormitories. One you need to see, and, uh... maybe Chaplain Alex too... it's... messy."

Alex paused, hearing the discomfort in his own voice, even over the cheap speaker. "Messy as in going 'Down To Research' messy?"

"No, well, maybe, umm... just come to the dorms, you, we, I.... fuck... just meet us there."

Ten minutes later, the head of security was joined by his disgruntled looking captain, while trailing behind the cloaked and be-hatted reptile came the robed form of the chaplain, non-exclusionary holy text in claw. The three exchanged a familial nod, each trusting the other with their life, as the HOS reached for the control panel of one of the cramped "Estate" rooms, intended for visiting company executives.

"Alex from Medical caught it on the vitals monitors, asked me to check it on the cameras. Brace yourselves, it's, uh, graphic."

So warned, the captain reached for their laser pistol, the chaplain clutched their book, and the HOS pressed their ID badge to the door override controls.

The sounds of meat slapping and smacking filled the corridor. Grunts and animalistic hisses echoed out, as the scene of absolute carnage stunned the three onlookers.

Inside, two lizards were tangled on the narrow cot in a violent struggle, both naked, one crushing the other's face down into the pillows, while their free claw reached underneath to hitch up their hips, and keep them in a prostrate position.

Alex the salvager was slit deep inside Alex the barman's crack, thighs slamming into plump buttocks, whilst giving himself a hand at the same time. Neither noticed their audience, lost in the rigorous rutting, as the more dominant Alex leaned over to nibble and bite his bottom's ear frills.

"Oh fuck, yes, fuck yes, don't stop, so good, so hard. Come on, give it to me, fuck me like we want it!" Alex encouraged through grit fangs, his leaking fleshy prick leaving streaks over the sheets as Alex jacked him off, all while slamming his prostate over and over.

"Ugh, ugh, fuck, so tight," grunted Alex, squeezing those plush cheeks before giving them a loud slap. "Come on bitch, moan our name, tell us how good our cock feels!"

Whimpering, Alex braced against the headboard, letting Alex savage him with the long pink shaft that seemed to be just the right fit for his cloacal vent. Sparks flew through their nerves, climax approaching, the desire to release filling them both with adrenaline and lust. Claws curled into fabric, Alex pushed back harder, letting Alex push deeper, forcing them to hiss and snarl and shake the bed beneath them.

"Merciful, fucking, cog," the chaplain gasped, dropping their heavy text in shock. The book thumped on the decking, jolting the conjoined Alexes to look up, and jump over the precipice.

"Oh, fuuuuck~!" they groaned in stereo, clutching at each other as their bodies released twin white tides across the bedsheets and into orifices.

Alex lay sprawled, his bottom clenching him tight, making sure his cock remained buried in their spasming hole, working every drop of seed out of their internal gonads. "How, nice, seeing you, captain, chaplain, HOS," he panted, eyes lidded, as their hips shuddered, "is, something the, matter?"

The onlookers exchanged glances, each trying to deny the blush in their necks. An internal war went up within each of the identical brains; was this a discipline problem? An ethics issue? Common decency complaint? Their own accidental coming out to themselves? They each felt hot under their respective collars, till Captain Alex shook off their collective disbelief, and tried to assert some decorum.

"And what, do you two think you're doing?"

Salvager Alex shrugged, relishing the afterglow from the tight sphincter still squeezing him. The barman however, looked up from his drool soaked pillow, a devilish grin on his face as he continued crushing the cock in his rump.

"Fucking ourselves, captain. It's not like we haven't thought about it before," he teased, giving his tail another shake, coaxing more moans from himself on top.

"Well, this, isn't, well... is this appropriate?" the HOS flustered, trying to wrangle his own excitement, now thoroughly caught off-guard by his own brazenness at being found living out a deeply buried fantasy he knew they’d had some years ago.

"Hey, it's just masturbation," chuckled Alex the salvager, running his hands over his partner's full blue hips, stroking the sides just the way they liked, "though, it's way more enjoyable than the usual sort. Want to try it?"

The bottom reptile hummed an affirmative, wiggling back onto the sticky shaft spearing him. All three onlookers failed to hide their collective shudder at the lewd image, so sensually displayed before their eyes.

The captain stammered, knowing he should scold, discipline, or at least denounce the behaviour, but the logical part of his brain wasn't connecting with the sudden spike in libido. After all, it was only him on the station now, all six dozen of them. And he had to admit, he looked damn good naked like that, frills swishing with each thrust, tail waving high, face turning purple with the lusty rouge in his cheeks.

It was too much. Next thing he knew, the captain was pulling the buckles and belts on his uniform till he too was nude, his shapely azure figure sparkling in the bedroom lights. With a confident swagger, he crossed the room, leaning over his duplicates on the cot, their warm breaths musky and inviting. Lips met lips, and claws tangled in pliable neck frills, drawing him down between the now separated duo.

Someone else however grunted, the pleather grip of a stun baton creaking as fingers fidgeted. Doing his best to be the stern face of justice, the HOS struggled to form a repudiation for his deviant selves, "It's... we couldn't... no, captain we really can’t..." he trailed off, feeling a claw slide down the front of his trousers and cup the tent growing there.

"I think, HOS, we could all use a little… spiritual relief on this shift," whispered the chaplain, their robes tightening as his own shaft swelled within their slit.

The HOS looked between them, mouth agape, before surrendering to peer pressure, and pulling the robed lizard into a passionate kiss, his conscience relinquishing its grip on rationality, as several months of pent-up self-love took over.

Kneeling up, Alex wiggled his hips, and lifted his tail, revealing the mess they'd made already, inviting another entry to the party.

"Ready for docking, captain?" he chuckled, giving himself what he believed to be a lascivious look.

"We know that means something else," the senior Alex grinned, grabbing himself by the tail and lining up with the dripping gash between his thighs. He'd never, personally, in that instance, taken another male inside his opening, but he was damned if he wasn't about to make himself try it. The tight scaly lips parted easily, well lubricated already, letting his slimy pink spire slip in under where his copy's own cock hung limp and dripping.

"Ohhhh, fuck, that's, ugh, this is..." the bottom lizard gasped, pushing his hips back as his end was filled and stretched. Behind him, his other self nudged and lined up, about to make a sandwich of their captain, and themselves, instantly rejuvenated by the sight of himself imbedded in his own hole.

Smiling, Alex found himself pressed between two lanky blue forms, and let himself relax and enjoy the friction of three bodies intertwined. Moans and shudders echoed through the walls as the Alexes allowed their common curiosity to bloom, no longer inhibited by outside opinions or expectations. It was just them, sharing in their own selfish delight, and their passion was nothing less than overwhelming.

One by one, they sated their carnal needs, taking turns flipping and pinning and taking and receiving. Just as it had started with two, and then became five, slowly other Alexes trickled in, hearing the rampant rutting, or being sent by concerned personnel, until the orgy of self gratification had spilled out into the corridor, the lounge, and even the maintenance shaft, carpeting the floor in cerulean scales, and writhing, wriggling bodies.

When finally the last Alex was spent, the entire wing awash with seed and spittle, the captain sighed, and reclined on his throne of himself.

"Alright... well, I think we can all agree, we needed that."

A moan of agreement rose up around him, as various Alexes disentangled, or humped to a final conclusion. The atmospheric scrubbers were doing their best, but everything smelled of horny lizard and semen, making focussing on anything else hard.

"Clearly, we've been working too hard," he continued, to more confirmation, "we shouldn't overstretch ourselves, well, not in that way anyway." Hisses met his chuckle, as a few of him got up and shook off the fugue from their fucking. "But," he pressed on while collecting his hat, the rest of the uniform unsalvageable beneath the press of bodies, "we can't spend all shift enjoying ourselves. So we'll let today slide, but in future, our personal recreation will be limited to down time only. With perhaps, special exception for... team building exercises."

Another general groan, this time of acceptance, came over the lot. Alex felt good, despite a slight soreness, the sexual relief left them feeling cleansed and refreshed, ready to get back to work with clear heads and empty testicles.

"Okay, dismissed everyone, and get Alex from maintenance here. There's a spill needs mopping."

***

The bar area was packed out, full to the brim with blue scaly faces, hissing and chatting excitedly, while the service Alexes did their best to keep the drinks, pizzas, and burgers coming. It was a party, after all, the advent of six months of their work aboard the once doomed orbital platform, and Alex was eager to hear what Central Command thought of his efforts.

After the initial moment of personal honesty with him-selves, Alex had agreed that, outside of just some pleasant snuggling and alone time after a day’s work, they would hold back from further orgies unless given very good reason. Reason such as, say, a glowing recommendation for his work running the station all by himself...

The assemblage of Alex was growing restless, tails whiping back and forth, frills fluttering, trying their hardest not to start too early, when finally Captain Alex took the stage at the back of the room, and coughed into the microphone to get his attention.

"Crew, friends, me," he started, giggling into the mic as he made himself groan, "It's good to see I'm all here, and that we have had no workplace accidents this month. Honestly, we're putting ourselves in medical out of a job!"

There was a mild round of cheering, a fist pump or two, and a joking holler of 'Take them off!' from an Alex at the back.

The captain waved it all off, feeling a warm blush in their body at the hooting and catcalling, but business before pleasure, they pressed on with their speech. "I want to thank all of my selves, and I do mean all, for keeping this station ship shape, or space base shaped. We've learned a lot about ourself these last six months, how much we can accomplish, how dedicated we are, and how kinky too, apparently~."

More hoots, wolf whistles, and drunken cheers went up from the sea of copied faces, only distinguishable by the various hats and uniforms, which wouldn't be there soon. Captain Alex's forked tongue flicked in excitement, feeling very hot indeed about what was to come. A growing, curling heat, somewhere above above the pelvis, was radiating through their core, making them uncomfortable and eager to get out of the thick cloth and down to just their scales. So he decided to hurry things along to get what he knew they were all waiting for.

"So, it's my pleasure to tell myself, that today we received from Central, a space-telegram, congratulating us on exceeding expectations. And awarding me, us, I, you get the message, an official commendation for our work. Congratulations, me! You all worked hard, and earned this, so without further ado, the moment you've been waiting for. Let's not call it an orgy, but, let the self-love-fest begin!”

Waiting on those words, near a hundred zips, belts, buckles and straps came undone in a rush to reach nakedness. The music was blaring, the lights were flashing, and the scent of arousal was overwhelming. The air was electric with energy, every lizard eager to get their claws on themselves. The barman poured a last round, and then just wheeled out a keg of beer for self-service, trusting himself not to over-indulge while they did just that.

"Come here, captain," purred chief medical officer Alex in his superior's ear, grabbing the senior lizard by the belt and hurrying them along, "it's about time you had a check-up, and I've got just the thing to take your temperature, rectally."

Blushing bright, feeling foggy despite not yet having had a drink, Captain Alex let himself be stripped right there in front of his admiring audience, trousers hitting the ground, just as the throng below began working themselves up to follow his example.

"Aww, not feeling it today, captain?" The CMO whispered in his ear, fingers stroking his naked slit as he bared it all to the crowd, working digits back and forth to help the pink shaft within pluck up the courage to show. "Come on, I know we're stressed out, but you've got to let it out sometime~."

"Mmph, no I'm feeling it, I just-" he gasped, feeling a claw invade his opening, finding it far more sensitive than he remembered, more than aroused enough to get hard, and yet. "I'm..." Looking down, Alex blinked, spotting the wetness on their thighs, a trail of slick that wasn't a premature misfire from their abstaining member, but a lubricating drool that slowly leaked towards their knees.

"Hey what gives?" a voice in the crowd called, Alex was kneeling between Alex's thighs, having been working solidly the last minute trying to give himself head, only for the lizard they were licking to squeal and spray them down with a watery splash of fragrant fluids.

"Ah, sorry," the pinned Alex blushed, suddenly conscious of the strange looks, "guess I was just pent-up."

"Dude, where's your cock?!" At the head of the bar, Alex from security had barman Alex spread over the counter top, wrist deep in his cloacal vent and hunting for a slippery member to stroke. But instead, all he could find was the usual tail hole, and above it. "Oh cog! Is that what I think it is?"

Stunned, various Alexes about the room suddenly found themselves differentiated from their fellows. Not by uniform, but the noticeable lack of a certain pink piece of anatomy pressing from between their slits.

"Oh wow!" CMO Alex grabbed the captain firmly about the hips, one hand still reaching inside their vent, spreading scaly lips wide for all to see, "So it is true what they say about all male lizard crews. Guess we should start calling you Alexa now, huh captain?"

The captain's breath caught in 'HER' lungs, as a claw tip found what was left of their shaft, a tiny pink nub deep inside which jolted pleasure up their body at the slightest touch. The room was spinning, the voices were swirling, and several dozen pairs of the same amber eyes were fixed on her nude body, laid bare and open for all their scrutiny.

"N-now let's not rush into anything here," they cautioned, holding up their hands as a crowd of Alexes mounted the stage and penned them in, "we should probably all go down to medical, and-"

"Oh, yeah, we should totally let the CMO check you out," the HOS purred, his tail swinging from side to side eagerly, winking at the others around him, "in fact, we should probably all check you out, it's our body after all, right?"

Captain Alex swallowed, finding herself backed up against the wall, surrounded by hungry grins and grasping claws, as a dozen copies of themself all came in for a piece of the newly minted, female, captain.

"I, wouldn't worry," the CMO reassured, their hands busy, exploring the changes within the new vagina they had found, "it's not infectious, I mean, I don't think it is. Just nature balancing the numbers a little."

"Yeah," HOS Alex licked their lips in anticipation, leaning in to get a feel of what a real female cloaca was like, "just like the stories, damn we're going to be the popular girl now, huh captain?"

"Well, no, not really, we're still us. I'm... we're... this doesn't change anything else, right? I'm still me, despite this," the captain panicked, feeling the crushing rush of uncertainty, and the blissful relief of people playing with his, her, their, new equipment. It was far more sensitive than their cock had been, a hungry little hole hidden inside their slit, just above the tail pipe, and below the new clitoral button.

"Probably, maybe not. I’d hypothesize that a gender-swap would likely come with mental changes, to make the process happen more smoothly. Hormones, self image, maybe some preference swings,"  Head of research Alex leant in, grabbing their own dripping fingers to pull them in for a taste of their new secretions, "but I guess this means we're a lot more ‘Fluid’ than we thought, eh Alex?"

"Oh, ha ha, so funny," the captain moaned, feeling the heat pooling between their legs, the pressure mounting with each brush of her back from the press of masculine bodies, the scent of himself triggering new instincts in themselves. She was hot, bothered, and more than ready, a fact evident in the rising swing of her tail, advertising her holes to the CMO pressing in tight behind, their slick log sliding between her thighs.

"Just a quick check, make sure you're healthy, captain," the doctor smiled, his eyes flickering, "it's proper procedure, you know, make sure we've got a clear bill of health. And well, I’d say it’s nothing we’ve not seen before, but this time, that’s not true is it?"

"Guuuh, okay, uh, no, no. We shouldn't, I mean, what if-" her voice trailed off into a crooning moan, as something hot, wet, and wriggling, found itself a home inside her cloacal passage, and began to saw itself deeper in the fresh opening.

"It's perfectly fine, and you did authorise us to have some fun with ourselves tonight," the CMO's smile grew a little wider, his hips rolling faster, driving the pulsing phallus deeper into her sex, making the male-turned-female writhe and moan and grind, "You can't resist yourself either, can you, Alex? We've always wondered what we'd be like as a female, and well, you were the lucky one who gets to find out."

The captain, lost in a haze of physical pleasure and a growing sense of feminine identity, could only whimper and clutch her new cunt tighter, riding the wave of sensation as the masculine body behind ploughed her deep and steady, filling her tunnel till she was panting, eyes crossed with the new delight only a stuffed pussy, and well fingered clit could grant.

"O-oh fuck," bar-’Woman’ Alex moaned, on her back across the counter, two cocks deep in her slit, "w-why, me?"

Chuckling, Alex from salvage vaulted over the bar-top, and took her face frills in hand, pulling her head back to look up at the spear of meat that was eager to get acquainted with her throat.

"Oh come on, you know why," Alex chuckled to himself, as Alex from Science, and Alex from Botany got a steady rhythm going, working back and forth between their generous thighs, taking turns to slap their hips home to the gasps of the confused bottom lizard. "Everyone knows you've taken more cock down there than the rest of us put together. Now, have a drink, and enjoy this, who knows if you’ll get another chance to."

Breathlessly, Alex from Bar opened their mouth, and gave in to the temptation, taking their first triple stuffing, and washing it down with the heady funk of pre.

All over the room, roughly a quarter of the station populace was unveiled to have a little extra on the inside, and were enjoying it with all due enthusiasm.

Bar-woman Alex choked, spluttered, and drank down the salty broth being squirted into their throat, while the pair behind her filled her lower tunnels with equally virulent bursts of warmth.

"Don't spill a drop, wouldn't want to cause a slip would we," one laughed, tugging her tail gently to keep her open, while the other rushed on ahead, and pumped his thick cream straight into her gut.

"Oh cog, yes, so, much, aah, fuck, I can't..." the most infamously easy Alex moaned, their eyes glazing, toes curling, as the pressure became too great, and their inner gate was breached. Her belly squeezed slightly, rippling with the sudden influx of liquid warmth, leaving her splayed and shivering in their clutches, thoroughly stuffed by three loads in three different holes.

But a moment later, another Alex was already stepping up, eager to find out just how good straight sex could be after months enjoying anal masturbation.

In the corner, the Chaplain was slammed against the vending machines, legs pulled up high, as the muscular Alex from the mining team pounded her with an eager spear of pale pink flesh, their combined fluids leaking onto the floor around them.

"God, Goddess, cog, whoever, this is amazing!" The clergywoman howled, eyes rolling, jaw lolling, her claws digging into his firm buttocks to keep him from even thinking of pulling out before she came. "I can't believe, that we're- ah- a- a girl, now! And I’m losing my virginity, to myself!"

The male hissed, his tail whipping the floor with every slap of hips to butt, driving her up the smooth metal exterior of the chirping vendor, "I know, right? But, like, you're still, us. Still, uh, me. So, this is just, like, taking it with a toy. Better with, someone you trust, right?"

She was beyond caring, her cunt spasming, squeezing, her whole body shaking as an unexpected orgasm was ripped from her depths by the hard thrusts. Closing her eyes, she allowed the pleasure to wash over her, the mental image of herself as a male shattered, swept away with her first female climax.

"Hehe, still gets off just as fast as when she used to have a cock, I swear some of us have a shorter fuse than others," grinned one Alex from the crowd, stroking his straining hard-on while he watched his others have at it.

"Tell me about it," another him chuckled, coming behind himself and sliding between his thighs while he waited his chance at their less numerous feminine selves. "But you have to admit, this is pretty hot."

"Yess~, hot, soooo, warm~," giggled the cumming chaplain, eyes crossing as she scissored her thighs tight around herself, feeling every pulse of the cumming prick deep in her pristine uterus. "Ohhh, I could do this, again and again, and again, and again, mmmmmhhhuuuh!"

Feeling his balls being sucked dry, Alex could only lean in and kiss himself to stop the sexy sounds coming from his mouth, flooding the shivering lizard's womb with a final jet of spunk, staining her white for the third time since the orgy had started.

"Hssss, fuck, s-sorry," groaned the muscled lizard pulling out, a torrent of sperm gushing from the creampied cloaca, adding a white splash to the cola advert behind her.

"No-no-no-no, please, keep doing me! Feels, ahh, so-so-soo gooood~," the shameless female begged, slumping to the floor with her thighs spread wide, ready to give herself a good time, whether any of her self's were still available or not. The warm ooze smearing her thighs was blissful, sating some new urge she hadn't realised had been growing. "Come on, anyone, I need another prick, any prick, in my pussy, our pussy, I wanna be our crew pussy~."

She didn't have to wait long to get her wish.

"So, captain, I can confirm, that you have, a perfectly, fitting, tight, hot, vagina in here now," CMO Alex said between slaps and thrusts, their tongue peeking out between their sharp white teeth, before trailing up her neck frills, giving her a tickling lick, smirking audibly as he talked himself into a dirty frenzy. "Your temperature, is very high, and the tightness..." he grunted, moaned, enjoying the clenching spasm of her micro-orgasm "I recommend, topicals, to be applied, rigorously, with plenty of stimulation, to rub them in."

"I, ah, ahaaa! Y-you're the, doctor," she moaned, eyes rolling, mind swimming, pussy dribbling. The moment that cock had made its way inside, she'd become putty in his claws, pleasure unlike anything from her rear hole rolling up her spine and making her weak at the knees. It felt so, good, to let himself have his way with her, to be led down to the deck, have her thigh lifted, have her tail bent, and her vent split. Decorum be damned, this was a party, and she wanted everyone invited.

The HOS leant in, his grin almost predatory, his cock heavy and aching in his grip, just begging for a turn. "Then we'll make sure to repeat the proscription, plenty of deep penetration, right?"

"Totally," moaned the CMO, rolling his hips faster, driving the squirting folds under his crotch to new heights. "Deep, multiple times, every day, oh cog I'm gonna, I'm there! You ready, to cream yourself, hmmm?"

"Yes! Yes yes, yes, y-yes, oh no, no no, don't, ohhhh cog! I'm, nooooo~!" She arched her back, pressed her chest against her own scales, toes curling, claws biting into his hind, as the pressure finally became too much. Whimpering, moaning, crying out in ecstasy, she allowed her new equipment to flutter and squeeze, begging with both sets of lips for the first terrifying climax of her new gender.

"Gods, that's, beautiful," CMO Alex sighed, sliding his length in one more time, and holding it there, throbbing, his sensitive tip engulfed in a clinging vacuum of a new cervix, which kissed and sucked with a fervour that was far better than anal had ever been. As the creamy explosion rocked the depths of her core, coating her innards, filling her with a hot, sticky load, the CMO could barely contain himself, shuddering, grinding, humping, and finally collapsing, utterly drained, and utterly satisfied.

"Ohhh, fuck," the captain muttered, her ears ringing, vision fuzzy, mind floating on the warm cloud in her sex. Her new muscles clenched and wrung, as the cum slowly drizzled out, making a tacky mess of her thighs, "this... better not, cause any trouble," she panted away, whimpering as the medical officer pulled out, leaving her splay legged on her back, "I-I'm still your... captain."

"Of course, sir, whatever you say," smirked the HOS, his eyes following the glistening rope of pearly spunk that still attached her cloaca to the CMO's stick. "Still, this may help a lot with moral. Maybe we'll have to add a new service area around here, I'm betting we'd love some more alone time with ourself now."

From over by the bar, her chin coated white, and her stomach gurgling, barkeeper Alex stretched and gave an exhausted sigh. "Well, Alex, I guess I could get used to this. Better tips anyway. Ooph, though, think I drank too much. That stuff goes straight to the brain. How the hell do girls handle all this?"

"Normally by not taking a whole gang-bang from their pent-up, identical selves," chuckled Alex from maintenance, knowing he'd regret covering that smooth chest come tomorrow when he was hosing off the stains."

"Well, not so identical anymore," pointed out Alex from engineering, passing himself a cold one from the keg, and looking over the sprawled bodies in satisfaction. "Still, nice to have a bit more variety. Hope Central's not going to be pissed when we re-register ourselves as intersex."

"Pffft, I guess we technically are now. Still, it's our body, and we'll enjoy it if we want to," laughing, an Alex swung themselves up onto the bar, and grabbed an unresisting pair of hips, "after all, who wouldn't want some of this, when we've got such a sweet bum, right, me?"

They giggled, slapped their own butt, and leaned down to share a juicy, filthy, passionate, lesbian kiss with a mirror-image copy of themselves, the first of many, as the night wore on, and the orgy carried on in debauched Alex-ception.

And honestly, she couldn't blame them. It was their body, and who else could say they'd experienced every combination of partners, all by themselves? After all, there was no harm in loving oneself, so long as they didn't indulge too much.

"Excuse me, ladies," a pair of hands gripped her tail, tugging her gently back towards the lip of the bar, "think you might have, space, for another in there?" The pair of well fucked females looked up, to see a nice line forming, ready for another go.

Captain Alex shivered where she lay, her freshly deflowered pussy drooling, the HOS having just taken a double turn to try both her lower holes. Another Alex was grinning down at her, a hungry smirk of a self she knew far too well. "O-of course, gentlemen. Can't leave, my crew, feeling, unappreciated now, can I?"

Another set of teeth nipped her ear-frills, sending a fresh tremble racing through her system, "Oh, I wouldn't worry. We all appreciate the sacrifices we have to make. Over, and, over, and over, and over," his voice growled, another hand sliding up her thigh from behind, a second hardness pressing up under her tail, making her squeak in surprise. "Now, you just relax, and, take it. We've earned this~."

Before she could protest, a fresh set of twin members were slipping up inside her, splitting her taut entrance apart as they took her vent two ways at once. Moaning, Alex closed her eyes, and surrendered herself, unable to muster any more objections, and frankly not wanting to. It was their body, they were entitled to all the delights it had to offer. And she was damned if she'd give it up after a climax like that.

***

"Bing!"
"Attention crew, the return shuttle has docked with the station, please make an orderly line at arrivals, and prepare to relinquish command. The company thanks you for your service, and an uneventful shift."
"Bing!"

Captain Lumina Fluffs straightened out her dress uniform, resisting the temptation to nibble the corner of her collar a little as she prepared to relieve her counterpart of their duties. The moth had had several interesting reports on the long flight to Orbital Platform 69, the company telling her that she'd have her work cut-out to run such a tight, efficient ship after the last, one-person crew, had apparently kept it going without any major incidents in nearly a year.

If she didn't know any better (and she did after years working for the company and getting to know the sorts of people they hired) she would have suspected someone had been cooking the books. That, or the head of personnel was incompetent, as usual.

Thus fully prepared to be greeted by a scene of utter devastation, with fires, bombings, clown based graffiti, and the usual piles of bodies that comprised an end of shift, she pressed the button for the airlock and braced for the worst.

She hadn't prepared hard enough.

"Hi, I'm captain Alex, handing over command of this platform," the blue reptile said with one hand raised in a salute, the other trying to keep her own uniform from flying open.

In front of the stunned new arrivals was a large crowd of lizards, all with a shocking familial resemblance. And of that number, roughly a quarter were struggling under the unmistakable swell of a gravid womb.

Captain Alex tried not to shuffle abashedly before her counterpart, eager to get onto the shuttle and take the weight of her clutch off her feet. Really, she should have known she'd end up like that, after allowing several dozen desperate, lusty, perverted males up under his tail, without any protection. Or maybe it was the self-service nook in the main bathrooms, or the various strip poker games, or bottomless Tuesdays.

After all, as the CMO had theorised, it was all about nature balancing the numbers. And nature had more than one method of doing that. And they'd all been far too keen to question the lack of protection at the time. She only hoped the stunned pale insectoid wouldn't ask too many questions, or report her for fraternising with the crew, or...

"Hang on, there's something wrong here!"

The pregnant lizard bit her tongue, breath tight, eyes flicking to the assembled Alexes around them.

"You can't pull one over on me, captain Alex," Lumina huffed, feelers on hips, "out with it. Where is the plasma fire you're hiding?"

Alex let out their breaths, and after assuring the new crew that there were no fires, clowns, spiders, or clown spiders who were on fire, they boarded the shuttle, and began the long journey back home.

"Soooo~," sighed Alex, relaxing against Alex, who she was currently straddling, their fingers wrapped tight about her bulging, egg-laden gut. "What are we going to call them?"

"Hmmm," Alex chewed over the question, gently bouncing the fecund female as they settled into the inertia of the shuttle's thrust, "Alex Junior?"

Small laughs went up with the hisses of slow sex, as the former crew indulged in a light relieving romp after having spent so long standing around and waiting for their replacements.

"Definitely not," the former chaplain chipped in, pulling her mouth off Alex's dripping shlong long enough to voice her complaint, "and besides, we've got, like fifty kids we're going to need to name. We don't need to spitball it, we'll need a dictionary."

"Maybe we can draw up a list, there's ahh~, got to be a register of popular baby names out- Ooh, yeah, right there~," Alex the former roboticist moaned, as Alex ate her out, a long forked tongue tickling her every inner wrinkle with an expert's insight, "maybe, maybe, aaaaaahhhh, yes, maybe a database. A-aaaa-lexxxxx!"

Her moans echoed around the cramped hold, as the dozens of naked, horny, and happy former crew indulged in a farewell celebration. And in the middle, the Head of Science chewed his lip, concern on his face, as he wondered if the company would pay him more than one salary.


***

Deep in the bowels of the science department, a black obelisk, with etchings that could have resembled a door, rumbled.

"Krrrump!"

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