The doctor looked up from their datapad with dark, hooded eyes. "Please turn around and lean on the table so that I can begin the examination." Dexterous, many-fingered hands slowly caressed Twyla's scaly thighs, fingertips trailing lightly along the base of her tail. "I believe I am starting to see the problem, Corporal Mastixx," that deep, husky voice breathed against her neck.

Twylla bit her lip, eager for what came next.

"It seems that what you need is-- <INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM _mom_ INCOMING TRANSMISSION-->"

"GRANĂK!" She howled in exasperation. "Computer, pausse sssimulation! Accssept transsmission, audio only."

As the exam room twinkled and faded away around her, the voice of Twylla's mother chimed from the communicator on the desk in the next room.

"Twyllagranagh, are you there? It sssays audio transssmission only." Exiting the void-like simulation room, Twylla entered her main living quarters and flopped naked onto the sofa, the mottled green scales on her neck and chest slowly losing their flushed, orange hue.

"Yess, mom. I was about to sstep into the sshower when you called. What'sss up?" Twylla was slumped in her seat as her mother launched into some rambling story about Raassk and Grmrrah from the market and whatever their son was doing on Rhimak-5. Throwing in an occasional "uh-huh" or "yeah?" at different points, Twylla largely tuned the call out as she arched her back and stretched her legs, the black-painted talons on her feet spreading.

Corporal First-Class Twyllagranagh Mastixx (or Twylla to everyone who hadn't hatched her) had been stationed on the Planetary Coalition ship "Phaedra" for just over twelve cycles and it felt like home. She loved her job as part of the engineering department aboard a Coalition vessel, had seen faraway galaxies and sights the folks back home couldn't imagine. She had made several close friends among the crew and couldn't have been happier spending her days traveling through the stars.

The only downside was that she hadn't been laid in the better part of nine cycles and, well, a Saureen has needs. She had of course tried dating among the crew (with over two hundred people and a dozen or so species, who wouldn't?), but it can be hard for a young Saureen woman far from home to make a romantic connection. The majority of the crew were human and, while attractive and interesting, most of them were a bit intimidated at the prospect of climbing into bed with an seven-foot Saureen, even with curves like Twylla's. Something about the snout and claws seemed to turn most of them off. Weird, right?

As her mom hissed her way through some completely unrelated story about the neighborhood gossip, Twylla settled her tail in her lap and stroked it absentmindedly. That was her favorite porn sim her mother had interrupted, but if she was honest, it was wearing pretty thin. She needed something new, something different. Doctor Havreena always got Twylla where she needed to get, but there were only so many times a program that she wrote could excite her.

Eventually, Twylla's mom interpreted her daughter's brief responses as being due to distraction from work and wished her goodnight, finally leaving Twylla alone with her thoughts.

Lying her head back against the cushion behind her, Twylla began to conjure up new fantasies.

She was a prisoner in the brig of an Ax'ari ship, strapped down to a cold interrogation table. Her captor tossed aside the neural disruptor, incensed at her stubborn resistance.

"You will tell me what I want to know, reptile," the slimy creature hissed.

Twylla spat in its bulbous face. "Never."

Twylla's hands caressed her sensitive thighs, the smaller, softer scales beginning to flush as she moved closer to her aching sex.

One of the Ax'ari's long, slimy tentacles flicked the spittle from its face. "Perhaps a more... innovative technique will loosen your tongue." Twylla gasped and pulled against the corallium restraints as she felt the first tentacle brush against her vulva. Then again as another experimentally prodded her rectum.

"No! Wait, pleasse..." she panted. She couldn't tell the hideous creature the chain codes, but how could she--

Her right hand squeezed a breast while the left slipped a finger into the dampening heat between her legs. Twylla let out a long, low hiss at the sensation. This one was going to the top of her list of programs to add to the simulator. But first...

Twylla gasped, pulling harder against her restraints as the slimy appendages slithered in and out of her. "Ss-sstop," she begged. "You can't..."

"Of course I can, Coalition scum. You are my prisoner and these holes belong to the Ax'ari Empire. Give me the codes and I will end your suffering. But if you continue to resist..." A third and fourth tentacle began to wriggle their way into Twylla's dripping pussy and clenching ass as she wailed and pulled against the restraints.

"Ff-uck yessss," she moaned. Her tail lashed against the sofa as her fingers plunged in and out. Almost there now. Just... a little...

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"RRAAAAGH!" Twylla's taloned foot kicked the coffee table beneath it, causing it to crack and flip over. She was so close! "Not now!" she roared.

The communicator continued beeping its notification as Twylla gritted her sharp teeth and groaned in frustration.

"Acssept transssmission," she groaned. "Aye, Commander?"

The Commander's smooth voice responded. "Sorry to bother you during your off-hours, Corporal, but we've got an anomaly on wavelength twelve fourteen-zeta and the team is at a loss. I'm gonna be stuck down here in the hangar bay for a bit. Could you pop over and help them out? I'm really sorry, Twylla."

Of course. As much as Twylla liked and respected her crewmates, it seemed like every time anything got difficult outside of a textbook, it came down to Twylla or Commander Burton to solve the problem.

"Aye, Commander. I'll head down in a minute," she sighed. Wiping her face with her hands in exasperation, Twylla threw on her insulated uniform, left the comfortable humidity of her quarters and stalked off down the corridor.

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An hour later, Twylla was back to back with J3-N1 in the middle of a firefight against a battalion of Ax'ari shock troops.

"It jusst feels like..." PEW PEW PEW "...every time I try to have sssome me-time, ssome new thing comes up. I'm -eat plassma, you sslimy ssson of a bitch!- pulling my horns out over here, Jenny."

"Why do you not simply -please duck-" J3-N1 pivoted and aimed the mini-gun over her friend's head to mow down a handful of Ax'ari. "-speak with Commander Burton about better training for your team? Or file a formal complaint?"

Twylla snarled as she hurled an Ax'ari over her head. "It'ss not... ugh, end ssimulation," she sighed. The red plasma bolt that would have hit her from behind froze in midair as the enemy battalion of fascist cephalopods twinkled and disappeared. Twylla sighed and rested her plasma rifle on her shoulder. "It'ss not really them, Jenny. It'ss jussst... I've been a little pent up lately if you get my meaning."

J3-N1 was Twylla's best friend, despite being an artificial lifeform, and was her closest confidant on the ship. Their friendship was easy; Twylla shared everything with J3-N1. She had even helped program Twylla's favorite porn sims (with the added bonus of never judging them, no matter how fucked up they got).

The android nodded, the gentle features of her silver face as placid as ever.

"Have your mating prospects not improved? At my last entry on the subject, you were endeavoring toward a romantic pairing with Lieutenant Borr'azt from security."

"Ssheila's great, but the chemisstry jussst wasn't there. If RaVel hadn't jusst gotten engaged, I'd probably take a sshot there, but he's my Sssse-O, sso probably for the bessst."

They continued commiserating as they walked back to Twylla's quarters to unwind.

One or twelve glasses of terran whiskey later, Twylla leaned heavily against J3-N1 on the couch. "You know, Jenny," she slurred, "maybe I sshould jussst marry you. Well, my folksss would kick up a fusss, but if you were a bio -hic- logical, it'd be the bessst, you know?"

J3-N1 patted her friend's broad shoulders. "Unfortunately, I am not a biological and am incapable of reciprocating your romantic and sexual desires."

Twylla half-chuckled, already dozing off.

"Though if I could," J3-N1 continued after a moment, "I would gladly assist you in such a manner."

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Twylla moaned softly as her eyes fluttered open. Sunlight filtering through the tropical leaves above her as the sound of waves lapping the shore and the salty smell of the sea filled her senses, though they were overwhelmed by the sensation of the tongues.

Commander Burton lay beside her, lightly licking and nipping at her left breast as his soft terran hands tenderly caressed her torso. On her right, a beautiful Synkaran woman worshipped her other breast, her two prehensile tongues swirling together around her pseudo-nipple. Raising her head, she looked down her lithe body to see the most incredible Saureen she'd ever seen, looking right back at her with those bright yellow eyes piercing her own as their long forked tongue slipped between her folds, flicking against her engorged clitoris and slithering into her smoldering pussy.

"Wh... who-ooohh Sssaurus, don't ssstop..." She had so many questions, but her barely-awake brain could only focus on the impending orgasm she kept being denied. Her tail lashed side to side as she neared that point of no return until it finally broke, and Twylla shrieked out as wave after wave of euphoria ran over her body. Her eyes were shut tight as her other senses overwhelmed her.

Distantly, she noticed that the tongues and hands had ceased their work. The sand she had been lying on was harder than before; colder. Her eyes opened groggily to see the trees above her twinkle and fade away to reveal a dark metallic room. Twylla suddenly realized she couldn't move her limbs.

"It's awake," a croaking, oozing voice cooed. A bulbous head loomed into view, its one red eye burning with a malicious glee. "Welcome back, Corporal. Did you enjoy that little production? We find that repairs often go smoother when the subject is relaxed and flooded with endorphins. You were one of the lucky ones."

Twylla willed herself to deny it, to wake up from this nightmare even as flashes of memory passed before her eyes. Drinking with J3-N1. Klaxons blaring the red alert. The hull of the Phaedra groaning and shuddering around her. The attack had been sudden and unyielding; a dozen Ax'ari warships had appeared as they dropped out of light-speed.

"How did you find uss?" she hissed, pulling against the cold restraints that bound her. A primal, lesser-evolved part of her was taking over. In a moment, she would break free and rip this slimy squid to shreds with her teeth, then go hunting for the rest.

Suddenly her limbs seized up as an electric current shot through them. "I will ask the questions here," it hissed. One of its tentacles held a device of some kind that seemed to control the table Twylla was attached to. "We have plans for your Coalition; yes, many, many plans. And you are going to help us achieve them."

"Not if you ripped every sscale from my body and made me eat them," she snarled.

"Yes, yes. We know all about the indomitable spirit of the Saureen," the slimy creature mocked. "I have found a much more efficient way to deal with your kind."

Twylla gasped in horror as she felt one of the wretched creature's mucus-coated tentacles slide along her inner thigh. "Don't you touch me! No... you can't..." Panic began to set in at the idea of this monster violating her.

"No?" The tentacle retracted for a moment. "If you prefer something a bit more draconian..." Another tentacle removed a vicious-looking tool from another table and rested its cold, sharp metal against her other thigh. "That can be arranged. Though my experiments have found that the former is much more enjoyable than the latter."

Twylla trembled; her cold blood felt like ice in her veins. Not like this, she thought. But she felt the tingle in her core and shuddered, revolted at the thought of actually wanting this unspeakable violation.

She stifled a gasp as she felt the first intrusion of the tentacle. "I sswear on Sssaurus' name, I will kill you," she hissed. The red eye burned into her as the slimy tentacle pressed on, slithering its way deeper inside of her.

It undulated against her most sensitive areas, eliciting a moan that Twylla only just managed to choke back. She gritted her sharp teeth and growled. "Thisss... iss... nothing. I.. mmf, will never help you-ooo."

A wet, gurgling sound Twylla could only interpret as a chuckle issued from the Ax'ari. "Ooh, but you will. Wouldn't it feel sooo much better to cooperate?" A second tentacle began to tease her clitoris, which throbbed treasonously as its cohort wriggled inside her.

Twylla arched against the cold metal, pulling with all her might to break loose, but it was to no avail. The pressure continued to build; she bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood, but Twylla resisted. She would not let this disgusting thing control her.

In response, she felt the tip of a third tentacle begin to squeeze itself into her ass. "You resist valiantly, Corporal, but we have plenty of time," her captor chided.

Unbidden, Twylla felt her body tensing up for a powerful orgasm that, try as she might, she knew she couldn't stop this time. Closer and closer it came until, just at the precipice of release, the tentacles all withdrew with a horrible squelching sound, leaving her empty and gasping for air.

"I don't think you've earned that yet," the boneless wretch mocked. "Unless you'd like to tell me the access codes to the Coalotion database." A tentacle slid lengthwise along her dripping sex, teasing.

An angry, crocodilian hiss emanated from Twylla as her slitted pupils widened like a predator preparing to pounce. "You'd be better off with the toolss," she growled.

The slimy cephalopod made the gurgling sound again and resumed its probing, questioning Twylla the whole time. Her body had fully betrayed her now, the orgasm ramping up higher and faster every time the Ax'ari stopped and started again. The foul creature was edging her viciously; her eyes streaming tears and her extremities trembling uncontrollably. She clenched her teeth hard enough to crack bones as her climax neared again.

If I stay quiet, maybe I'll be able to... Her thoughts were a mess, more akin to radio static than an internal monolog. Just a little more...

As if on cue, the tentacles withdrew again without warning.

"Pleasse!" Twylla cried, her throat going hoarse. "Please let me cum! Let me cum or jussst kill me, you disssgusting monsster! Because I would ssooner bite my own tongue off and bleed to death than tell you anything!"

"I believe you, Corporal." The tentacles suddenly returned with a vengeance, undulating, pumping and twirling.

Twylla gasped for breath, her moans now more like a high-pitched whine nearly matching the ringing in her ear slits. Her voice was ragged as she begged for mercy. Mercy or death.

And suddenly, she was over the edge. Twylla's vision turned white as the universe exploded around her, atoms vaporizing into nothingness. If someone had asked her what she was feeling in those moments (minutes? Hours?) of release, she couldn't have told them whether it was the greatest bliss of her life or the worst agony known to sentient life.

Twylla's epiphany -for an "orgasm" could never describe it- lasted for what felt like an eternity; time and space ceased to exist until, at some point later, her consciousness slowly rose back up through the dark waters of her mind. The cosmos unfolded slowly, its existence the rising dawn of a new Genesis

She was reborn blind, deafened and numb.

The first sense granted unto the world was smell. Twylla's Saureen olfactory receptors detected a familiar aroma. Familiar, yes. But where did she recognize it from...? Slowly the temperature of the air and the texture of her skin against matter faded into this new reality. Touch. That was the sensation. Strange that it felt so alien; stranger still was the buzzing that lapped through her body, even and all-encompasing like a gentle pool with sporadic, wonderfully pleasant crests rising and falling like the tide.

The ringing slowly faded as her thundering heartbeat slowed. A soft sound came from somewhere in the stratosphere but it remained indecipherable. There was something... rhythmic to it. Comforting. A radiant white line appeared on the horizon. Slowly it widened and was replaced with a soft orange glow. Sunset. The word meant nothing for a moment, even as the thought grew. Sunset over the Slythreen marsh.

Home.

The rhythmic sound was closer now, strangely in time with a soft caress over Twylla's horned cranium.

Twylla. That's me. At long last, her mind came back together as J3-N1's soft, rhythmic voice finally made itself clear.

"You are safe, Twylla. I am here and you are safe, carrckté."

"J... Jenny?" Twylla sat straight up, all of her predatory instincts rushing back. "How... what happened? Where are we?" Looking around the beautiful swamp around them, she noticed that the scent was off. The star blooms stood purple against the lily pads, but the air should have been denser, the humidity heavier for the springtime.

"It'ss a sssimulation... no, not again!" She turned to face the imposter teeth bared, but the android held up her hands calmly.

"Computer, end simulation." The sunset, the trees, the flowers and the swamp all twinkled out of existence. J3-N1 and Twylla were sitting on the floor of Twylla's simulator.

"Did you enjoy the simulations? I believe I was able to craft your described fantasies with a superior level of realism and specificity. Biometric scans throughout the simulation indicated record levels of cortisol and dopamine. As well as your vocal and visual reactions."

Twylla stared at the android in front of her, her brain seemingly frozen. "You... the commander, the... the Axss'ari. That wass all a sssimulation? A ssimulation you dessigned? I thought... I thought everyone wass..." Twylla couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her closest friend had put her through the most hellish experience of her life. It was torture! It was terrifying. It was... well, it was the most erotic experience she had ever imagined.

The more she thought about it, the more amazed Twylla became. The whole thing had been harrowing; certainly agonizing to an extent, but the payoff...

Twylla looked at J3-N1, then pulled her close in a tender embrace. "Jenny, you are a wonder and a miracle. But how about we program in a sssafe word for nexsst time?"