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Chapter 4
The two wives visited Ummul every day for a week. Society aboard an Outer Consolidated Planets ship was always well regimented and decorous. Or so the officers boasted to one another. But when Amelia and Katlin visited the ensign's cabin, they reverted to their most barbaric, animalistic selves.
Ummul found that the women's husbands, James Collins and William Darling, treated him with more respect. Apparently, their wives had successfully prevailed upon them to give the big, blue ensign a chance. For this, Ummul was grateful. But there were still other crewmembers that singled him out for abuse.
"I'm sorry I'm late." Ummul rushed into his cabin. Amelia and Katlin were naked on his bed, waiting for him. "Lieutenant Commander Tanner had me clean out his cabin. Which is very odd, because that is not specified in the code of duties for an ensign and..." He talked on and on as he undressed.
Amelia exchanged a look with Katlin as she moved to the edge of the bed to receive the Invitation. Katlin scooted next to her and whispered in her ear.
When the gooey stuff hit Amelia, she arched her back and closed her eyes. She opened them again and was greeted with the enflaming sight of that massive, blue cock. She shivered. Repecki were magnificent creatures. She turned onto her hands and knees. "We can't have Tanner mistreating you, Ummul. You have such a sweet disposition. Some of the crew are taking advantage of you." She took Katlin's hand and gripped it tightly as her pulsing pussy filled with alien cock. "You might reconcile... ooooohhhhhhh... with Mrs. Tanner." Amelia's eyes rolled as familiar blue fingers took hold of her hips. The mating pair found a quick rhythm together, her ass slapping against him.
"Maybe... but I... ugh... feel that my reconciliations have had unintended... ggrrrrr... consequences." Ummul looked down at the pink stretching around his penis. Humans seemed to be made for Repecki sex.
"Eeeeiiiiiiiiiii." Amelia's body seized, her first climax overtaking her.
Seeing that her friend could not answer, Katlin spoke, "We are happy with the consequences. You're amazing. I'm sure Claire Tanner will feel the same... um... once she experiences the Invitation."
"Maybe... maybe..." Ummul wondered at his own motivations. It seemed more a conquest than a reconciliation to invite another wife to his cabin. But human women were perfect, and when would he have another opportunity?
The next day, Claire Tanner rode Ummul on his bed while the other wives played with themselves and watched. He wondered why the human was riding him backward, facing his feet. Maybe she didn't like the sight of him? It didn't concern him too much. Her rippling ass was a pleasant thing to watch.
"Oooohhhh... gggaaawwwwwdddddddd... ssooooooooo... deeeeeeppppppp." Claire's whole world had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes. She had arrived at the ensign's room as one of the most prestigious wives on the ship. Now she was a lowly monster's plaything.
"What is she... ugh... saying?" Ummul looked over to Amelia. She had become his de facto human liaison and teacher.
"She's happy, sweetheart. Don't you worry." Amelia rubbed her clit and smiled at her handsome, alien boyfriend. It was a good thing Repecki couldn't breed humans, or all three women would be knocked up in no time. At first the big, blue guy had only wanted to cum in their butts. But now he used their vaginas as repositories for his purple stuff, too.
"Oh... uuuhhhhhh... good." Ummul growled out his orgasm, filling the new woman up. He would be happy with three sex partners, he told himself. That would be the limit. He wouldn't get greedy.
A few days later, Ummul ran afoul of Commander Gren. She was an orange-skinned, Cikvul female. "My species has been in the fleet for a hundred years, and we have worked hard to build our reputation with the humans. Your slovenly demeanor reflects poorly on all species of the Outer Consolidated Planets."
"I hardly think a stain on my uniform will cast a pall over the great prowess of the Cikvul people, Commander." He looked down at his uniform. He should have been more careful. He could clearly see some of the Invitation he had sprayed on Katlin that morning. "You are such a proud, clever people with very elegant mind-tails to display your intellect. I wish Repecki had extra brain power sticking out of our heads like -"
"Quiet, Ensign Ummul. You will not flatter your way out of this." Gren frowned. She did not like that she had to look up at him. Cikvul were taller than most other species, so his height was unusual and disconcerting. "What is this stain? It is very unpleasant." She reached an orange finger out to his uniform.
"Oh... um..." Ummul looked around at the crew busying themselves in Engineering Room C. He didn't think the Invitation would work on a Cikvul. Humans and Repecki were very similar, so it made sense that it would work on humans. Cikvul were quite different. But he didn't want to find out. "Please don't -"
"Stand at attention, Ensign." Her words were cold as ice. Gren pulled a glob of something off the uniform with her fingertip, and brought it to her face to examine it. Out of nowhere, she felt hot and sweaty. Her mind tails vibrated, nether holes pulsed, and thoughts clouded. "What's... happening?"
"Um..." Ummul watched her eyes dilate and her jaw go slack. He looked nervously around the room. So, the Invitation worked on Cikvul, too. That seemed nearly impossible. But somehow, he had accidentally dosed a commander. This was bad. Thankfully, no one had noticed yet. "You look fatigued, Commander Gren. Let me escort you to your quarters." He wasn't supposed to put his hands on a superior, but he needed to get her away from the other crew members. He gently turned her by the shoulders, and pressed on her back to get her walking. "Where is your cabin, Commander?" Maybe he could return her to her quarters and she'd forget the whole thing.
"I feel very strange, Ensign. I am reminded of my honeymoon on Cellepondon III." Gren mumbled on and on.
Ummul couldn't understand her. He asked the computer the location of her cabin, but found it was on the other side of the ship. He couldn't push her that far. He called Amelia for advice. She said he should bring the commander to Amelia's quarters, which were quite close. Not knowing what else to do, Ummul complied. A few minutes later, Commander Gren and Ummul hurried into the Collins's cabin. "Where is your husband?" Ummul asked.
"His shift won't end for hours. Don't worry." Amelia stepped over and looked into the commander's pretty, orange face. "What have we here? She looks out of it. This was from a little leftover Invitation?"
"Yes. I left some Invitation on my uniform by accident. She inhaled it." He wondered if he would get court-martialed for this.
"Invitation?" Gren gave him a dreamy stare. "What is... that?"
"I don't know, Ummul." Amelia unzipped Gren's uniform. "I think there's only one way out of this." She pulled the uniform off the female alien's upper half. "Check out this bra." Amelia pulled down the bra, exposing the commander's breasts. "Holy shit, she has three boobs. Did you know Cikvul have three boobs?"
"Yes." Ummul had studied up on all sentient species in the galaxy.
