Verrik had just gotten back from the market, a bag of seasoned savorum wedges in hand. It had been a strange day. For starters, he’d been gifted a Shock Rifle, at least he assumed that was what it was called judging by what was written on the small tag. By whom, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was it had been wrapped up and left within his living quarters. He had also been given an upgraded holo-gauntlet, equipped with a program that created a double pronged blade for defense. He had to admit, the Shock Rifle looked awfully familiar to him.
Regardless, he put it away in a closet, as he didn’t know of any shooting ranges nearby off the top of his head. From there, he would go to equip his new holo-gauntlet, along with transferring everything over. He would also find a new message within his inbox, giving him coordinates, and apparently the ID for a ship within the Spire. He was starting to suspect who had set this up for him but decided to go along with it. The message also mentioned to bring the Shock Rifle.
He would grab it out of the closet and slung it over his back. Hopefully security wouldn’t try to stop him, it was a rather large rifle after all. Verrik knew he would’ve struggled to wield it if he were still human. He managed to find the ship and it had a similar design language to Athena’s ship, which only confirmed who was behind this. Though the ship type was vastly different to the Dark Angel. It was smaller and looked more like a small gunship as opposed to a corvette.
He managed to get inside and figure out enough of the controls to pilot the ship out of the Spire and head off for the listed coordinates. Since he had a couple hours of traveling ahead, he decided to explore the ship. He would have guessed his ship to be at least half the size of the Dark Angel, and whereas that ship seemed more like a house internally, this one was closer to an apartment. However, the layout was absurdly optimized and organized. He guessed that it just came with being an android, desiring for the most efficient use of space possible, no matter how small the space is.
Strangely, the air and humidity mixture within reminded him of his hive. Though, he wondered how they were all doing nowadays. He’d find some food within the kitchen and cook up some breluna gratin, a dish he had been wanting to try, but hadn’t had the chance yet. After all, it was only a couple of days ago he both started and ended his racing career. Since it would take at least 20 minutes for the food to cook, he decided to distract himself the only way he knew how; masturbation.
His only regret currently was not bringing some sort of toy, but his paws would make do. After all, it had been a while since Verrik had given himself a pawjob, and once the idea popped in his head, he was itching for it badly. He’d find a comfortable space in the ship and began to coax his member out by sticking the tip of his tail into his sheath. Soon enough, his knotted equine was fully erect, and Verrik took a moment to admire and inspect the finer details of his cock, giving it a couple playful strokes and squeezes in the process.
It had three rows of glowing yellow nubs or spikes underneath near the tip of the shaft, that were soft to the touch, and he swore they were sensitive. Further down the shaft, there were two bumps on four sides. Like the nubs, they were yellow in color, and had a soft glow, like the rest of the yellow parts on him. Past the rather thick medial ring was what he’d call his “pseudo-knot”. He could knot people with it alone, as the medial ring acted as a second seal to keep any fluids from gushing back out, however he had a far thicker “true knot” just behind it. 
As if his pseudo-knot wasn’t wide enough, his true knot would split most toys in half, which was annoying for him, and very few had been able to take it. His hive mates seemed to be the only ones to easily take him without practice. Outside of that, he recalls a yellow slime creature had taken it with no issue, and even he was surprised at how thick it was. Though surprisingly, his Soda Alien had just enough room to take him comfortably, both with his maw, and ass. Come to think of it, something felt familiar with them. Since he was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice he had been stroking himself slowly for a good ten minutes.
Verrik forced himself to stop and saw a small trickle of precum leaking out of his urethra. He’d have to do his self-pawjob slowly now, as he was on edge already. Though before he could start, he heard a ding come from the oven. Seems his food was done, and he mentally cursed at himself before making his way back to the kitchen, pulling his gratin out and setting it aside to cool. As he looked through the fridge, he found some Firestar Apple Soda, he’d open the top off the metal bottle and take a swig, the familiar warmth it always brought slowly flowing through him.
Immediately after, he felt a small surge of arousal, remembering that this flavor was a very light aphrodisiac. Even if the companies that produced it managed to reduce said effect, it was still there for him. Perhaps he was more sensitive, he wasn’t sure. He felt his cock throb a couple times, another stream of precum leaking out of him. He had to fight off the urge to touch himself then and there, as he didn’t want to make a mess in the kitchen. With a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, he took another swig and set the soda aside, saving the rest for the meal.
He went back to the bedroom and got back into position, ready to give himself the pawjob that he was eager for at this point. Before he could, he felt his Holo-Gauntlet go off. Noticing it was Athena, though thankfully it was just a message asking him if he had received her gift. He replied with a simple but brief response, before closing his Holo-Gauntlet. Perhaps now he would be able to relieve himself, but before he could, the ship alerted him that he was at the coordinates given. Verrik mentally cursed for a good twelve seconds, before forcing his horny urges down. If the powers that be were going to make him wait for his orgasm, so be it. He found Athena’s Dark Angel parked on an asteroid base and landed nearby.
It was then he realized he didn’t have a space suit, but he knew his body could survive at least an hour in a zero-air environment, due to testing by the Reserve. Still, it unnerved him, but he was just going to have to face it. Hopefully the asteroid base had some air, otherwise this would be a short visit. He opened the hatch, and made his way over, opening the door and walking inside, much to the shock of Athena, who only now realized she had forgotten to provide a spacesuit within the vessel she had gifted to him.
She sent a mental signal to one of her automechs, having them look for a space suit they could have modified for Verrik. She would let him know of her reason for bringing him here, mainly to help him train on how to use the Shock Rifle she had gifted him. Verrik nodded and pulled it off his back, handing it to her as she explains the features of what she called an ASMD Shock Rifle. Its long-range primary fire, and its secondary fire “Shock Ball” as she called it.
She would demonstrate a trick she learned by firing said Shock Ball, and then destabilizing it with a primary fire shot, causing a large explosion that acted as an EMP blast for electronics, and a stun blast for organics that would leave them paralyzed for a brief moment. By now, Verrik had recognized it from an old game a human buddy had talked about when he was still human himself. Only the design didn’t match any of the ones he remembered his former friend talking about.
Seems however that it did exist out here, only with a unique design. Athena also explained an upgrade she had given it, allowing it to vaporize organics with a single shot, although it used more power than its usual two shots. Instead of the red he was expecting it to turn when this mode was active, it turned a sickly yellow. She’d set it back to normal before handing it back to him and motioning to a target range where he could practice with her. She would grab her own shock rifle, which looked more like something he recognized, and got next to him.
The two would spend what felt like hours practicing, each shot from Verrik’s rifle sending a small but barely noticeable vibration through his body. Athena noticed this due to her various in-built sensors, and determined she would have to calibrate his weapon when they were done. As for Verrik, he had started to notice it’s slight vibration when he was feeling a twinge of pleasure jolt throughout him each time he fired. It was making it hard for him to focus, as his body wanted release, only to be denied several times from various things interrupting him. He would have to actively fight off the urge to touch himself multiple times through the training, at some points he could feel a bit of precum leak out of his sheath.
Soon enough though, Athena had determined that Verrik had enough training to effectively use the weapon. Verrik was about ready to head back to the ship, before Athena let him know he still had his close quarters training with his Holo-Blade. For what felt like the tenth time today, he mentally cursed himself and fought off the burst of horniness he felt pool up within his loins, before steadying himself enough to continue training. Athena had a theory, solely due to the fact Verrik was at least part xenomorph according to her scanners.
She would put this theory to the test by activating her own Holo-Blade and lunging at him. Any horny thoughts Verrik had lingering in his mind disappeared as he saw the android approaching him with her blade drawn. It was fortunate for him that he had at least gotten as far as figuring out how to quickly summon the Holo-Blade, as he brought it up just in time to block hers from hitting him. While he was sure Athena was running it at a lower power level just to zap him, he didn’t want to take any chances. 
Strangely, his inner-Xeno instincts took over, and Athena would find out just how aggressive he could be with such a weapon. Athena took note of his fighting style, seeing that he was using it like a giant claw, slashing at her with a deadly precision that almost rivaled hers. Eventually Verrik would land a strike, and actually Damage Athena, both realizing they forgot to lower the power level on his blade. The fact that Verrik landed a hit on her alone convinced her he had enough training and skill to effectively defend himself at close quarters. 
Her voice stuttered a bit, almost sounding like she was in shock, but in reality, some of her systems were short circuiting from the damage. She let Verrik know that his training was complete, and that he had impressed her, even with his constant horniness. The last part was added with a subtle tone of some sort, one which Verrik picked up on, before blushing heavily. Of course she had known! She was an android; it made sense she had scanners for vital signs somewhere within her. He was able to hide any more obvious horniness behind the worry from the damage he had inflicted upon her.
Sensing this, she said she was fine, that she could repair herself, and again, that she was impressed. Very few could land hits on her, and she assumed Verrik wouldn’t have been able to, for once, she underestimated her opponent, even if it was just training. The two of them went back to their respective ships and as Athena went to repair himself, Verrik was getting ready to unwind, finally able to relieve the noticeable pressure within his balls, when his ship alerted him of a distress signal, coming from a nearby station. Athena had gotten it first, but had other things to do, and forwarded it to Verrik, letting him decide if he wanted to pursue it. She knew the station to be Reserve in nature, and correctly assumed Verrik would notice that detail as well. 
He wanted to avoid it, as didn’t want to go anywhere near the reserve, but something in his head told him he had to. So, he plugged in the coordinates and headed for the Spectrum. He realized it was that specific station when he arrived. Fortunately, it seemed their scanners were down at the moment. He managed to land his ship within one of the hangar bays, and threw a cloak over himself, finding that his old clearance was still recognized. What a surprise, they never bothered to update the systems. He scanned through the specimen section, and found the Reserve had an entire hive here. 
What’s more, they seem to have performed the same or similar experiments on them as they did with him, primarily with injecting Sergal DNA and heavily modifying them, including his king. On one hand, some part of him found it nice that he wouldn’t stand out within his hive, he was more than pissed the Reserve had captured and messed with his hive. So, he began to think of a plan to get them all out of here. He was thankful most of the scientists were sleeping, so he wouldn’t have to fight them, but then a problem hit him. How was he going to get his king out of here, let alone possibly the rest of the hive. Though a glance outside gave him his answer.
Somehow the Reserve had managed to capture an entire Shadowhawk Republic destroyer, and had it docked to the station, presumably repairing and or modifying it. He wondered how they pulled it off, but it didn’t matter. He used the terminal he was at and got info on the ship. Its name was Revenant, and it had been salvaged after a fierce battle between a Reserve patrol and this destroyer. Verrik did recall a headline mentioning how an SR ship went missing a couple weeks ago. Though it appears to have been repainted, possibly with its plasma blend changed out entirely. Regardless, it should be more than big enough for him, his king, and his entire hive, with room to spare.
Verrik made a mental note of which docking tube it was attached to, before carrying on. He would find one of the labs, after reading up on one of the terminals and to his slight horror, it seemed this station was housing his entire hive, as it had well over 500 specimens, including the king. Looks like it would be a rather long rescue. Fortunately for him, the labs, and specific docking tube were pretty close together, so it would be a quick transfer. He would decide to create a few planned distractions, starting by releasing some creatures at the other end of the Spectrum Station, distracting the guard on board.
From there, he would find the king, and through the hivemind, Verrik would share the plan, which thankfully the king would agree with. The second distraction would happen, when half of the station suddenly lost power, which included all the labs with the xenomorphs, now hybrids, and some others he didn’t worry about right now. He hadn’t been the cause of the power outage, but was grateful this crappy old station had chosen now to have a fault.
Seems there was more security on the station than he first thought, but after releasing the rest of his hive, he was able to get the king in one of the Revenant’s cargo bays. By now, the rest of the security force have realized what was going on, but surprisingly, the civilians, along with most of the scientists began helping him with this massive escape. Within the hour, every hybrid was onboard, along with various other aliens. The human scientists were the last on, and everyone on board chose Verrik as the temporary commander of this vessel. There were a couple skirmishes with some security that slipped into the ship, but they were dealt with. 
Soon enough, they were cruising away from the Spectrum Station, but this was only the start of the battle, Verrik correctly summarized. Pretty much instantly after that thought, a Reserve dreadnought came out of warp, but so did a Shadowhawk Republic Destroyer, one he recognized as a flagship. It was a good thing the Reserve ship had their weapons armed first; cause it gave the other destroyer a reason to fire upon the dreadnought instead of them. The two would get in an intense battle, the Reserve ship seeming to have temporarily forgotten about Verrik and his captured ship. 
He had gotten a good distance away and was about to jump to warp when he decided to take a scan of the other SR vessel. He noticed how outgunned it was and decided he could at least try and help. They had enough distance that they could use their main weapon up top. Seemed some of the aliens had served on this vessel, as he was able to assemble enough of a crew on the spot to man the guns. It took them a bit to aim the massive cannon, but once fired, a bright beam of azure would rip across space, putting a massive hole in the Reserve dreadnought, effectively disabling it. 
Verrik managed to get in touch with the SR commander, who was confused to see not only a former SR destroyer in Reserve colors, but said destroyer being full formerly captured aliens, now former Reserve humans, and being commanded by someone who they could tell had never commanded a ship before, let alone a Shadowhawk Republic vessel. Verrik and the other commander would wordlessly make an alliance of some sort, and both began firing upon the Reserve dreadnought, both their main guns tearing holes through its hull a few times, and their smaller guns giving the dreadnought a good thrashing with a broadside. 

Verrik was able to destabilize the dreadnought’s core with a well-placed shot, and both destroyers put power into their engines, speeding away as both crews weren’t sure how large the explosion would be. It was a good thing they did, as the explosion was enough to reach Spectrum, draining its shields completely. Within that exact moment, Verrik and the commander of the other vessel had an idea. To deal an extra blow to the Reserve, they both aimed their main guns at the station, and fired, destroying the station for good. 
A few moments after, the two ships would meet up within Shadowhawk space, and dock with each other, the commander of the other vessel having everyone on board the Revenant inspected by SR security, which they deemed the former Reserve to be safe. The commander was actually impressed with what Verrik was able to pull off, having been under stress and not knowing a thing about commanding a vessel, he had managed to silently yet effectively coordinate an attack against the much larger dreadnought and destroy it, in a way that unintentionally brought the shields of the wretched station down enough for both of them to destroy it as well.
None of the military higher-ups within the Shadowhawk Republic thought they’d even see this ship again, let alone intact. They had considered it either destroyed or captured for research within the Reserve, and none of their spies could locate it in order for them to try and recapture it. Due to this, and the fact it was seemingly full of Reserve technology, the commander, who happened to be Aphex himself, would assign Verrik command the vessel, letting him know through a message. Of course, he gave the option to decline if he didn’t feel like it, but surprisingly, Verrik agreed, provided his hive could get a new planet to reside on.
Within an hour alone, several new planets within Shadowhawk territory were selected, and the hybrids were allowed to pick one and set up a new hive on it, with Verrik being the temporary ambassador for the hybrid species, or Sergliens as Aphex would call them, recognizing the slight sergal aspect within them. He would also officially assign the Revenant to protect whatever planet the hive would select, but privately messaged Verrik that he wouldn’t have to answer Shadowhawk’s beck and call. Something that soothed the essentially drafted commander.
Pretty much all the aliens and humans, excluding the Sergliens, would choose to leave the ship, not wanting to deal with a military vessel, though Verrik couldn’t blame them. Fortunately for him, his king agreed for the entirety of their hive to help Verrik with manning the ship, something which surprised Verrik to no end. It had enough room for his entire hive, and possibly 200 more, and was heavily armored and well-armed, so should any vessel try and attack, they would have to deal with a beast of a ship. The king didn’t want another planet after being abducted so easily, even after putting up a fight. But a vessel like this, they would have to gain control over it if they wanted him and his hive.
His hive would have to have it modified in order to give him a proper throne room, but from then on, he considered this ship his new hive and would get to work making it feel like a hive. They were all intelligent and would learn the controls of their new home soon enough. Verrik meanwhile, was within what he could call his new quarters, finally able to relax, unwind, and give himself a pawjob. Though he just realized he left Athena’s gifted ship within the Spectrum, which was now destroyed. He was sure she’d be upset but might be impressed with the far larger ship he now had.
He shook his thoughts, and it seemed the powers that be had to interrupt him one more time. Fortunately, it was in the form of one of his hive mates coming in and seeing him hard and quite horny. The two didn’t need to say anything, and just got to work on each other. The Serglien in question, named Varzek, would lay across from Verrik as they begun giving each other a pawjob. While Varzek had only just begun, he could tell Verrik was very pent up, judging by the fact he was leaking quite a lot of precum. Though he didn’t blame him. 
While he was unaware of the unintentional edging Verrik had done due to constant interruptions, he was aware of the possible stress he had gone through saving their hive. As such, he was going to drag this out for a good while, reverting to just teasing Verrik’s balls with his paws. Varzek would surprisingly cum first, his warm, sticky load covering Verrik’s soft paws. Verrik could feel his cock throbbing against Varzek’s paws constantly, the pressure within just begging to be released. Yet here he was being teased, kept on edge just a little longer. He was tempted to straight up fuck him, but fought back the urge, letting the orange Serglien do all the work for him.
Varzek meanwhile, was no longer content with giving a simple pawjob, and moved himself up into position so he could ride Verrik, determined to take both knots, as he saw them fully swollen. Verrik was starting to feel his control slip, and with a hiss and a grunt, forced his impending climax back. Varzek, however, was having none of that, and began to ride him faster. Verrik could feel everything, the subtle texture of the Serglien’s insides, the warmth, the slight squeezing he was giving, all of it, and it was becoming too much for the winged hybrid. With a hiss, he grabbed Varzek’s ass and pulled him all the way onto his cock, before letting out a screech that could be heard across half the ship as he came.
To say his climax was intense was an understatement, it felt like he was pissing with how much was gushing out and flooding the poor Serglien’s insides. He could see Varzek’s belly growing from the sheer amount of cum he was pumping into him, all the while his mind went numb from all the pleasure. Varzek meanwhile, seemed to be cumming just as hard, but not nearly as messy or pent up. With the pressure against his prostate from Verrik’s larger knot, the fullness the whole cock gave him, and the amount of cum being pumped into him, he was in nearly as much bliss as Verrik. He swore Verrik’s balls were never ending, but after a good several minute orgasm between the two of them, they were finished. They were also very tired, and chose to rest then and there, neither caring about the mess they’d made as both soon fell asleep.