Very quickly, we were briefed on a new special mission. Our commander wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Since we were both sub-optimal in our pairings, it was determined that we were going to pair up. The top brass wanted a third series of A.L.I.C.E. units. They would be a hybrid of our 2 series. They would be known as the A.L.I.C.E. H series. The "H" clearly stood for "hybrid". I looked at her. The female walked up to me and palmed me through my jockstrap. My Data Delivery Module immediately roused from its flaccid state. I lowered the jockstrap to the floor as she got on all fours. I knew that actually getting her off was what we needed to make this work out. I got on my knees behind her. The classic move from my high school was the '2 in the pink, 1 in the stink' strategy. Delta's systems aided the fingers with nice lubricant. Warm, silky juices spreading across my digits, coated them in a layer of pleasant moisture. The wet squick of my fingers was very lewd to me. It was time to strike. I rammed my DDM in her pussy and had a brutal pace. I came deep inside her.
When things finally came to an end, a last meek thrust from me shot the last of my cum. Now content to lie on top of Delta and enjoy the afterglow, I gave a small sigh. It felt really good. My voice rumbled, still retaining its husky tone. I adjusted my posture -- kneeling over her backside, giving my body room to relax in the cramped bay. I felt Delta's wingpack jut into my chest but I paid it no mind. As I applied myself, he felt my compatriot's wingspan bend -- pressed down by his sheer size. I was being a bit of a dick, but I was enjoying the post nut sensation. Delta coughed, her airflow affected by the mass of synthetic seed bubbling inside her. Her belly painfully swollen, all she could do now was rub the expanded area...and hope, nay pray, that her figure would return by tomorrow. She then rolled onto her back, ignoring the awkward positioning of her wings, and looked up at me. My spent dick receding, I then jerked it a couple of times for good measure, making sure every drop was out of me. Before we could sleep, the commanding officer cleared his throat to get both of our attention.
You could just tell that he hated that this was his life now. I would be having several questions if it were me as well. "Good job. Get yourselves over to the medical bay to get the ultrasound done. Dismissed." the officer said. We saluted him and then left for the medbay. That was really for the best. He did not look like he could stand this anymore. Having time alone together, she leaned closer to me. The white and green jet gave me a playful punch to the shoulder and said "You were a whole lot better at breeding than Epsilon was. His Data Delivery Module could not even get all the way erect. It was very... underwhelming." She then let out a long sigh. I did not give that any response. I thought would let the conversation drop naturally. I was wrong about that. "What do you think the problem is with Epsilon? He might be malfunctioning or something." Delta said. "Now that we are all parents, we all need to work together to make sure they turn out alright." I said. She frowned and said "Most of the human helpers in the base are going to being most of that. Don't change the subject now."
I just rolled my eyes. "What is the subject? Nothing of importance came up." I told her firmly. She did not like that. Delta slapped my shoulder. "Just because Epsilon is an aeromorph that's not part of your series, it doesn't mean that I can just ignore them. What should I do about Epsilon? Should I report that malfunction to base control? It is pretty important to me, at least." she asked seriously. "You don't need to report it. He got an egg out of you, didn't he? That is all he needed to do. I don't think it's going to stop him from fighting or flying." I answered her. I hated Epsilon's guts but, if the actual problem was that he was just gay like I was thinking, it was noone's business but his. If the problem here was that something else was wrong, Epsilon could speak for himself and get the help he needed. That was all there was to it. Delta stopped and looked at me for a moment. There was a complex look on her face. Each member of the series were like siblings. They were all close to each other. "...If you say so, then fine. I'll just go speak to Epsilon later when he's less moody." Delta conceded.
