Verrik sat at a table, munching on a qilka sandwich with four other hivemates. There was a station wide festival going on, and various food stalls were set up in different areas. Some of his species decided to attend, as there wasn’t much to do aboard a warship that doubled as their hive besides having sex. But even horny bugs have to find other hobbies that didn’t involve fucking each other non-stop. So here was one of several different groups around the station, seeing what the Spire had to offer. The station’s residents had taken a bit of a liking to the hybrid species, partly due to the added protection of a warship.
The hybrids would finish their food, before getting up and heading back to Verrik’s suite. It was a nice gift from Zavir, as he had no use for it due to being relocated along with his ship. It gave a nice view of the nearby twin stars, yet was quiet, away from all the bustle of the station. It was large enough to house several people, with multiple guest bedrooms, full bathrooms, and two kitchens. Overall perfect for Verrik and his new life as an ambassador for his species, though he missed the simplicity of his old quarters. At least it allowed him to house others temporally, if needed.
He watched as two of his hivemates entered a room together, and Verrik could only wonder as to what fun they would have. He knew those particular two were often rather horny towards each other. As for the other two, they were rather tired and would each head to their rooms. However, Verrik didn’t feel very tired, quite the opposite in fact. He’d soon find himself wandering down to one of the many nightclubs within the lower levels of the Spire. Verrik was aware it could be rather dangerous going down here, but he was confident in his skills to defend himself. With that, he would enter the Elecrosphere.
Looking around, it seemed to be your typical nightclub here on the Spire. The walls and ceilings plastered with strobe lights flashing and hidden speakers blasting out a heavy electronic beat, all the while possibly dozens of different smells hung around in the air, with the floor covered in a rolling fog from a hidden fog machine. It was rather cold inside, and Verrik felt a bit curious as to how this would go upon entering. He’d find a seat at the bar and order a simple Vimberry seltzer, as he didn’t plan on getting too hammered. He’d take a sip and look around, seeing the different forms of entertainment.
There were a few pole dancers on hanging stages above, a couple gambling machines in the corner, and a set of bathrooms down a short hallway. About halfway through his drink, he would order a snack of Starchroot fries. They wouldn’t take very long to arrive and would be served in a paper cone, with a typical seasoning mix seen around the station, salty with a little kick of spice. He would enjoy a couple before noticing what looked like a small fight breaking out in front of him. There wasn’t much in the way of escaping, since he was towards the back of the building.
The hybrid would just have to sit tight, and hope nothing happened to him. Thankfully, the fight was over rather quickly, and he watched as one person walked out of the nightclub with an annoyed expression, a trickle of blood running down their face. Another sat down next to the hybrid and ordered a drink, before turning to look at him. He was rather tall and lanky. In one hand, he held an elegant looking vaporizer of sorts with a soft blue glow emanating from within. Inside were two vials of a glowing blue liquid. The creature took a draw of it, before exhaling, a sparkly, luminescent vapor coming from his lips.
Verrik had been around the station long enough to recognize it as the drug Blue Phosphorus, a newly introduced drug to the Spire. It had mind-numbing effects similar to human cannabis from what he recalled and used to be heavily regulated. However, it seemed said regulations were being relaxed across Shadowhawk, and while still somewhat expensive, it could be purchased without having to use the black market. It was named for its azure hue, producing a sparkly glowing vapor that danced around like a living mist when exhaled. To be honest, he was surprised he hadn’t encountered more people using it yet.
Regardless, here was one such person, who began to speak up. “You probably saw there, but my client… well he didn’t like the offer I was giving, thinking I was overcharging him for this stuff, you know?” To this, Verrik would simply nod, as they continued. “Though I still have product to sell… Tell you what, your kind does a bang-up job protecting the station from what I hear, something even ‘ol Hawkey can’t seem to get right anymore. How about I split half of this product with you, won’t even charge you this time, hmm?” Verrik was rather intrigued, but unsure, as he heard stories of a couple people going crazy from it.
In the end, he chose to accept, though he mentioned he was going to need a device to use it with. “Ah, you can have this one, it’s my personal vaporizer, but I can change the biometric lock if you give me your finger. Don’t worry about it, I have others.” Verrik complied, placing his hand against the fingerprint scanner, watching as they reprogrammed it to recognize him. When it was all done and over, they handed it to him, along with a case containing thirty vials. He then felt his holo-gauntlet buzz. “Just my contact info, in case you ever need more.” Verrik nodded, tucking the case into his pocket.
“You’ll wanna be in a comfortable place for your first hit, as it’ll hit you pretty hard.” Verrik nodded again, finishing the rest of his drink before getting up, and heading back to his room. He would find one of his hivemates making a bowl of noodles, seeming to be rather drunk. That gave Verrik an idea; He used his holo-gauntlet to order some food and a couple drinks, as he was unsure how cognizant he would be an hour or two from now when he would likely get hungry. For now though, he ate a leftover slice of firestar apple pie, feeling its tingly warmth spread out through him.
Afterwards, he pulled out the vaporizer, noting that it certainly had a premium weight to it. He also noticed there were already two vials within, an extra gift perhaps, or perhaps the dealer forgot to take them out. He took it, along with the case of vials, to his room, making himself comfortable in bed. Verrik had to admit, he was still rather hesitant, and a bit nervous, but an idea went off in his head. Why not call the person who gave it to him to come hang out? He could disguise it as an ambassador meeting if anyone asked. He let himself smile a bit at the thought, before activating his holo-gauntlet and calling the guy up. “Don’t tell me you’ve finished the vials already; that’s an entire month’s supply!” 
Verrik chuckled, explaining why he called. “Ahh! A rather clever idea, where you held up at?” Verrik’s answer left the dealer speechless. “You the effing ambassador? Damn I didn’t even realize, I’ll be up in a bit, hope you ordered extra food already.” Verrik nodded and cut the call. About 10 minutes later, the dealer arrived. Verrik opened the door to greet them, and while he didn’t recognize their species, he took note of his insectoid appearance. “Greetings. You can call me Anthony.” He would enter, and the two of them would take a seat on the couch.
Before either of them could speak, the doorbell rang out. Seems the food got here quicker than Verrik anticipated. He got up and brought it all in, before sitting back down. “Arrived earlier than planned I’m guessing? I can tell by subtle body movements, something us Kah'Var are very good at.” Verrik just nodded, caught off guard by the perception of this Kah'Var as he called himself. The slight surprise was obvious to him, and he merely let out a soft chuckle. “Relax, I’m not going to be reading you all night.” He’d have to research his species later. 
Verrik took note of a small bag Anthony had but dismissed it for now. “So, you take a hit yet?” The Serglien shook his head, grabbing the device from the table. “It’ll hit you hard the first time, but with me here, I’ll be able to help you through your first session.” Verrik nodded, bringing the device up to his mouth. “Just breath in, and breath in good.” The Xenomorph Sergal hybrid pressed the button and began inhaling the sparkly luminescent vapor. He could already feel his head spinning, but nothing would have prepared him for the trip he was about to have.
He managed a solid minute of inhalation before his lungs couldn’t take it, yet he managed to blow out the smoke with minimal coughing. Minimal coughing meant he had managed to keep from falling off the couch entirely in a coughing fit. If Verrik had eyes, he’s sure they’d be watering right now from how much he was hacking and coughing. However, as the coughing died down, his body seemed to go limp like a ragdoll. The colors around him were way more vivid, sounds seemed more stereo, and his body was like melted butter. He swore this was the comfiest couch he’d ever sat upon.
Verrik barely managed to turn his head to face Anthony, who let out a chuckle that seemed to echo for a good bit. “I’ll be damned, most your size can’t even make it to 15 seconds, consider me impressed. Now I bet this couch feels nice and comfy now, doesn’t it?” Verrik could only give up a weak thumbs up, which got another chuckle from the Kah'Var. “Seems you got a few slushies, can’t let good drinks go to waste now, can we?” Verrik weakly nodded, now having a little more control over his body, but as he tried to get up, Anthony stopped him. “Allow me, can’t have you injuring yourself now. It would ruin the high.” 
The Kah'Var got up and brought the drinks over. He handed Verrik one, and the Serglien took a sip. He could tell it was a firestar apple slushy, and it was like the best thing ever. Each piece of crushed ice seemed to explode upon his tongue, bringing tons of flavor. He felt a gentle pooling of arousal between his legs, something Anthony took note of, before chuckling. “Don’t expect me to take care of that. Though, I could call someone who could help, if ya like.” Verrik wasn’t sure if he comprehended what Anthony said, so he just nodded.
“Heh, alright you horny thing.” From there, the Kah'Var would contact a friend of his. “Ey Lyoko, ya hear me?” Anthony looked over his holo-gauntlet as an image appeared, in it, a Neovoral with green patterns appeared. “Loud and clear friending, what is it?” Anthony spoke. “I’ve got a Serglien ambassador here, and it’s their first time trying Blue Wing.” Verrik felt as if something pushed him over, and he found himself slumping onto the Kah'Var, who merely chuckled. “Hehe, I see, well me and couple Neovoral were about to have some fun, but I think we can come up and chill.”
“Hmm, that would be fine and dandy, I’ll forward the location to your holo-gauntlet. See you all in a bit.” Verrik caught bits and pieces in between sipping on his slushy but gathered that there were about to be a few guests. It was good he had a couple of extra guest rooms, as they would be needed for tonight. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to order a bunch more food, as I know how Neovorals can be, especially when high.” Verrik made some sort of noise, managing to get up for what felt like the first time in a solid week, in reality it had been about 30 minutes. 
Stumbling forward, he would find a spicy qilka sandwich and some starchroot fries, before grabbing some spicy ketchup sashes and sitting back down. “Mind if I grab some food as well?” Verrik nodded, before taking the first bite of his qilka sandwich. It was the juiciest, most flavorful bite he’d likely ever have, until he had a second bite, where he swore it got better. He would take the last bite of the sandwich when he heard the doorbell ring out. “I’ll get it, you just sit here and enjoy those fries.” Anthony got up, and welcomed the four Neovorals in.
Verrik was utterly memorized by the glowing patterns each seemed to have. The first one had a two-tone gray color with a bluish tint. Across his body was a glowing neon green pattern that seemed to resemble stitching. The second one was a slightly darker gray with deep purple, and many jagged streaks of dark pink covering their body. The third was perhaps the darkest in color, bordering on pure black. He had glowing orange triangles covering their body and seemed to be the largest out of the group. The fourth and final stood out the most to Verrik.
Instead of a shade of gray like the rest of them, this one had a shade of brown or sepia as their body color. His pattern perhaps glowed the brightest and appeared to resemble vines wrapped around his body. Some features the high Serglien was able to take note of were the fact they were all chubby to varying degrees, and that they wore nothing but underwear. Judging by the bulge, two of them had a pair balls, and the others had slits. “Hello friending.” One of them spoke up. “I’m Lyoko, and these are my friendings and partners, Corvus, Maxwell, and our ships pilot, Folmye.”
“I’ll say, he’s quite high already, managed to take a minute long hit, the crazy thing.” Anthony said chuckling. The four Neovoral would sit down on the admittedly large couch, finding it to be comfortable as well. For some reason, Verrik couldn’t help but start giggling, though he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the fact that he had four chubby fucks sitting in front of him? Nobody would ever know. Anthony, now that it was more than just him and Verrik, reached into his bag, and pulled out his “Party Rig” as he liked to call it, setting it up and loading it up with a vial of his personal blend.
“Since there’s enough of us, I think I can bring this out without worry.” A couple of Neovoral giggled to themselves, excited that they would get faded tonight. “Let the session begin!” Anthony would exclaim, taking the first hit himself, before blowing out a sparkly cloud of luminescent fog that memorized Verrik for a couple of moments. From there, he passed it over to Lyoko, who took a hit equal to what the Serglien had done. Though Anthony wasn’t worried, he knew these were big creatures, they’d need a big hit to feel anything. However, what surprised him was when he began kissing Folmye deeply.
He chuckled softly, seeing the vapor leak out from between their maws, before breaking the kiss. This left Folmye a little high, as he inhaled most of what was left from Lyoko. Though this was barely anything for him. The rig would end up in his hands, and he took a hit that left the room stunned, a solid three-minute draw. Breathing out, he would leave a visible cloud hanging above them, before passing the rig to Corvus. He would try to match Folmye, and end up stumbling to the floor, in a coughing fit after only 45 seconds. Maxwell would catch the rig before it could fall and took a hit himself.
He found it to be pleasant, and almost matched Folmye with a solid two minutes. He blew it out, noticing halfway that he blew it directly in Verrik’s face. He let out a deep chuckle, reaching over and gently petting the hybrid. This was all it took for Verrik to make his way from one side of the couch to the other, and before either realized, the Serglien sat within the Neovoral’s lap. Maxwell chuckled again, content with slowly petting him. By now, the various noises drew out the four other Serglien’s currently within Verrik’s suite. This surprised Anthony, but he supposed it made sense. Verrik was an ambassador after all.
For a moment, Anthony was worried that he wouldn’t have enough Blue Phosphorus, but he looked over, and remembered he packed a backup rig with a vial already in it. He dug it out and handed it to one of the other hybrids, who curiously took it and took a hit. Seems he enjoyed it, judging by his subtle movement. The Kah'Var chuckled, watching as the four passed it around in their own mini session. He’d make a mental note to check up on them in an hour or so. For now, he heard the doorbell ring out and was greeted with the food he ordered. It was a good thing he ordered extra, now with 10 people total.
Looking over, everything was here. A few pizzas with various toppings, two giant family pots of both spicy and sweet nokul chili, qilka pasta salad, fried savorum cakes and baked savorum wedges, breluna gratin, and stauone cheese fries consisting of a mix between different roots like savorum, breluna, and starchroot. This is adding to Verrik’s previous order of several spicy qilka sandwiches, a small bowl of nokul chili, a seven-meat pizza with stuffed crust, a platter of grilled savorum slices, and a fancy looking charcuterie board.
To anybody else, this would be an absurd amount of food, but when you’re high, you get rather hungry. The Kah'Var brought it all in and found a second table to set it on. Everyone paused when he accidentally knocked a fork off the table, and it fell to the ground. Like a hoard of zombies connected to a hivemind, they all got up and grabbed their helping of food. Meanwhile, Verrik had gotten ahold of the backup rig from one of his hivemates and took a hit. He didn’t think he could get any higher, yet he was proven wrong. For a moment though, he was able to comprehend just how many people and how much food there was.
He slumped onto the couch, finding his slightly melted firestar apple slushy in the cupholder. He’d take a good drink, and felt his body become tingly with arousal pooling between his legs. Before he could even react, he felt a warm tongue around his twitching member. Seems one of the hivemates noticed his arousal and was more than happy to take care of it for him. He let out a sigh, enjoying the warmth of this Serglien’s maw around his cock. Maxwell took notice while munching on a pizza slice. He chuckled to himself, getting an idea to try on the others later. 
Anthony sat alone at the bar top while eating the small bowl of nokul chili he noticed earlier, not wanting it to get cold. He could tell it was one of the more expensive bowls you could get on the Spire, as it had a complex flavor, and wasn’t runny like the other brands he was used to. This one was thick enough to use as a dip with some salted crackers. Now there was an idea. He would end up finding a pack of them in a cupboard. From there, he went back to his bowl and began using it as a dip, finding it to be pleasant. He would also use the crackers for some of the cheese he snagged from the charcuterie board.
Over at the group of Neovoral, Corvus was straight up riding Lyoko. Though it was due to a bet. Lyoko didn’t think Corvus could make him cum in under a minute. So, the other Neovoral was going to prove him wrong. By constantly clenching his asshole and insides, he could impart a squeezing feeling around Lyoko’s shaft. Despite the best efforts of the neon green Neovoral, he ended up cumming only 25 seconds in. It probably didn’t help that he was high, and also pent up from an earlier edging session, but neither thought crossed his mind. Corvus smirked, feeling him shudder underneath him as he came.
Though with this, Corvus felt his own cock come out. His high mind supposed it could be considered cocks, since there was more than one, and there were five tentacles in total. He idly rubbed them, feeling them curl around his hand. While he had this train of thought expand throughout his mind, Folmye was in a corner, jacking off as he took another hit of the rig. He wasn’t sure which one it was, as the backup and main rig had gotten mixed up at some point. Regardless, he intended to edge himself the remainder of this entire session, and he was doing well so far. By now, everyone within this room was completely faded.
Anthony had thankfully hidden the vials he had given Verrik earlier, as he didn’t need anyone getting phosphor burnout. He had brought enough for both parties of people to enjoy, and that was it. The Kah'Var made a mental note to let Verrik know of where he hid it later. For now, he decided to try one of the qilka sandwiches, finding it to be spicier than he thought. But underneath all that spice, was a solid sandwich. It was so good that he would take note of what it was for another day, before going to grab another. He would also grab a lone firestar apple slushy. He felt a tingle of arousal from drinking it but brushed it aside.
Over by the neovorals, Corvus was laying on the ground, getting pounded by Lyoko. The two had been itching to fuck back on the ship, and decided here and now would be the best, especially with their senses heightened from the drug. Lyoko would end up cumming several times within him, while even Corvus couldn’t help it and came once or twice. Maxwell would’ve joined in, but he had a Serglien to give head pats to. So he just sighed and relaxed, knowing he would have to absolutely destroy those cute asses his Neovoral partners had.
Several hours had passed by now, though nobody but Anthony was keeping track of time. On the couch sat Maxwell, along with a couple of Sergliens. Verrik lay across the couch, with his head in Maxwell’s lap. He was softly petting the hybrid’s head, certain that he was currently experiencing phosphor burnout. Corvus would be the first to succumb to sleepiness within this session. Anthony came over and made sure he didn’t have phosphor burnout, before returning to whatever he was doing. Surprisingly, Verrik had managed to stay conscious, despite arguably having the most hits out of everyone here.
It didn’t help that this was his first time, and he got absolutely baked. As a result, he was experiencing phosphor burnout, where users temporarily lost the ability to distinguish sensory input. Anthony eventually noticed this, but it seemed Maxwell was aware and already taking care of the poor Serglien. He silently cursed himself for not being careful enough with the rigs and went to retrieve them. Both rigs were sitting upon a table, their vials seemingly empty. Just to be safe, he’d enter the rooms and find another Serglien experiencing phosphor burnout. He’d make a mental note, before leaving them.
Anthony would find the other Sergliens in the hot tub, fucking each other slowly. They had the shower attachment running, and he could imagine it felt very nice against their bodies. It likely tired them out too. Only two out of ten people reached burnout, not bad considering the amount smoked. Though the Kah'Var guessed the Neovoral had used up a good amount of Blue Phosphor thankfully. Still, everyone had a good time from the looks of it. He would make his way back to the main area, and noticed that everyone had pretty much fallen asleep, even Folmye. He let out a soft sigh, before surveying the mess left by the party.
It would be terrible if he didn’t clean it up, since Verrik was unlikely to do anything tomorrow. He cleaned up any mess, throwing away the garbage, putting away any leftovers, and overall tidying up the place a bit. When he was done, he would leave a note for Verrik and the others, before grabbing his stuff, and heading back to his apartment. Several more hours would pass, and Maxwell would wake up, feeling a bit sluggish, but not bad. His high was still lingering, and so was everybody else’s if he had to take a guess. He’d notice Verrik in his lap, and carry him to one of the beds, before tucking him in.
From there, he would go around, waking up his Neovoral brethren. He’d start with Corvus who would claim to have a headache, next would be Lyoko who would take some time to wake up fully, and finally Folmye, who seemed fine, despite having perhaps been the highest. The four of them would notice the place was clean already and checked up on the other Sergliens. Three were passed out in a hot tub, and the four of them chuckled, knowing they were likely fucking each other from the position alone. With that, they would leave the suite, heading back to their ship, as they had someone to visit back on Gadroy.
Verrik would wake up, feeling very drained, and both hungry and thirsty. He’d manage to get up and begin heading for the kitchen. He expected to open his fridge and find it empty, however there were a couple of leftover spicy qilka sandwiches, and a small amount of savorum wedges. He’d reheat it all before eating. As he ate, he noticed a note saying where his case of Blue Phosphorus vials was, along with a description of phosphor burnout, how to know if someone is experiencing it, and a note of which room held one of his hivemates who had experienced it. 
Verrik made a mental note to not let the hivemates staying with him inhale so much next time, at least not without his supervision. For now, he was just content with laying in bed and watching some videos. He idly pondered over his memories of yesterday, or what he could remember anyway. He had never felt such a way, and probably never would again. Though he didn’t mind, as it had been going well right up until the end when he had phosphor burnout. He’d have to ask Anthony where to get one of those rigs, but that was for later. Soon, he would fall back asleep, still feeling drained despite eating some food.