Canary was ejected. All throughout the period of time that had Pumpkin and Onyx waiting for the Skeld's systems to release them and allow them to move about, the pair were looking at one another. Well, not exactly. The Security Expert's eyes were glued to the Futa's cock. The muscular woman was so engrossed with the Villain's member that she did not even bother looking at her own self, nor did she seem to notice Canary's cry of despair as she was thrown into the Garbage Chute.

Onyx had frantically started removing her suit, revealing her ebony skin from beneath, her erect nipples, resting atop her bountiful breasts, which seemed to be far too big to be on the chest of a person as physically fit as her - were they not mostly composed of fat? Did a person not burn through their fat deposits whilst performing strenuous physical activities over a long period of time? Frankly, though, that did not matter to Pumpkin. The Futa just enjoyed the view, while waiting for their feet to be unlatched from the floor.

The Security Expert revealed her hard body, her abdominal muscles were so pronounced and well defined that it appeared as though she had an eight pack, with her navel tightly pressed between a pair of those hard abs. Onyx took off all the clothing she could, uncovering broad hips and thick thighs that could crush a watermelon between them with little effort, shoulders that would make many men appear thin and narrow, and arms so finely chiseled that she bore more resemblance to an ancient marble statue than a woman.

Her visor remained on, but she removed the lower half of her headwear, uncovering her dark lips. The trickle of saliva leaking down her chin was a very fine addition to the display of arousal that the muscular woman's nethers exhibited. Her pussy was tight, shaved, but not very recently, as the hairs had started growing again and were peeking out in a very erotic manner. Onyx' labia, although having retained a perfectly pristine form, were wet. So moist, in fact, that a tiny stream of her pussy juice was making its way down her inner thighs.

"You really want it, huh?" Mused Pumpkin as they figured they, too, could undress - after all, there was no need for their suits, not any more. Most of what would be happening in the near future would not require any garments.

The Futa's body was quite the juxtaposition to that of Onyx. Thin, bony, even, their frame was narrow and somewhat frail. Their limbs, their torso - everything seemed as if it was the result of an individual eating, but never eating enough. Not anorexic, but somewhat scrawny. That, however, seemed implausible whenever one looked at their cock - as thick as their thighs and almost as long as their legs, even when not completely erect, with a pair of balls that were bigger than their clenched fists. All the food and nutrients that the Futa ate seemed to go into their massive member, and that was not surprising, considering how their bodies functioned.

"Yes!-" She almost moaned. Her voice was so heavy with lust that it was incredible she had managed to hide it while convincing Canary to vote for Lavender. "-Please, give it to me!" Whined the Security Expert, and a smile crawled onto Pumpkin's face. Throwing Canary out, when that did not threaten their success at breeding all the women on board, was a bit of a waste. Though, not knowing how Onyx might have reacted if the Futa had decided NOT to vote for the Engineer, was a threat in and of itself. The Security Expert, as addled mentally as she was, could have done something bad.

The click of the Garbage Chute closing on the outside, as well as the magnetic pull on their shoes disappearing, was all the warning Pumpkin got before Onyx threw herself at them. The muscular woman moved quickly, falling to her knees in front of the Impostor and reaching for their cock with her hands. Sheepish, ginger movements led the Security Expert's fingers to softly wrap around the bulging shaft, and she gasped as she felt it throbbing against her flesh.

The Futa figured they could relax. After all, it was more than apparent that Onyx had been captivated by the scent of their penis, as well as the ceaseless barrage of their pheromones. Pumpkin watched the woman at their feet and enjoyed the attention their shaft was receiving. It was quite the sigh - such a strong, in a sense powerful woman, reduced to a slobbering, cock-hungry whore that had stars in her eyes as she held onto the Villain's manhood.

She played with it, tentatively, rubbing the veiny phallus, mouth slightly ajar, breathing heavily and evidently enjoying it almost more than the receiver of this treatment. Her hand reached for that saggy ball-sack and firmly grasped at the massive gonads, massaging them, appreciating just how heavy they were, and feeling the great heat that radiated from them. The leathery surface was still soft, and the sensation of it rubbing against the palm of her hand was quite unique. After all, she had never handled a tool so large, let alone one so virile.

The veins running along the shaft of the thick phallus pulsed roughly, as each passing second of stimulation left that monstrous cock bigger than before, harder and more imposing than any other body part to have ever been beheld by the Security Expert, and she frequented gyms where bodybuilders were common.

"I know you like it a lot. Why not show me, with a little kiss, you whore?" Suggested Pumpkin as they felt an escalation was needed. It was all well and good, to get their length massaged by those strong hands, their scrotum played with, as if it were a pair of stress balls, but the Futa wanted something more pleasant. A stronger sensation.

"Yes!-" Agreed Onyx almost immediately, letting go of the Villain's testicles, allowing them to resume their hanging existence, not before wiggling enticingly as a result of the slight drop, and grasped the Impostor's cock with both her hands. "-Anything you want!" She exclaimed and neared her lips to the taut flesh of the phallus' tip.

Onyx lingered for a moment. The skin of Pumpkin's cockhead was so incredibly smooth it seemed to have a fine sheen to it, almost appearing capable of showing a proper reflection of whoever was looking at it. Yet, even it appeared that incredibly rigid, even if the glans had flared out so viciously that it appeared painful, even though the girthy shaft pulsed so much that it was hard to keep it stationary, the thing that mesmerized the Security Expert most was the piss-slit, staring right at her.

It oozed a thin, glimmering stream of pre-cum that looked so unexpectedly elegant and fine, in comparison to the unfathomable crudeness of the Futa's cock, that Onyx could not quite grasp how it managed to appear as such. She did, however, feel an incredible craving to taste it, and her face moved ever closer to that distended member's tip, her lips jutting out as she laid a kiss on it.

Pulling back almost immediately, she smiled gingerly as she recognized that this was her cock. She could play with it and she would get fucked by it, and she would have an incredible amount of fun because of the fact that she could reach that girthy rod. Onyx gave it another kiss, this time sliding her head a bit further over the tip, her lips reaching almost to the glans, and then her tongue ran over the leaky urethra, lapping up all the pre-cum she could get.

"You're really quite the fucking slut, huh…" Muttered Pumpkin as the sensation of an earnest blowjob graced their member, making its trembling grow even more frequent.

Onyx kept dragging her tongue over the tip's surface, applying as much force as she could, so as to stimulate the throbbing cock as much as possible. In addition to that, she started sucking on it, her cheeks hollowing out and her face appearing somewhat elongated. Pumpkin groaned as the burst of pleasure began the process of slowly coaxing their balls into producing a load of cum that would get splashed all over that thirsty wench currently slobbering over their penis.

Her hands started running along the length of the stupendously massive shaft, rubbing it to the best of her ability. The Impostor's veins were so swollen with blood that they felt as if they were stiffer than the cock itself, the relief of the girthy member becoming so enticingly rich in sensation, the rigidity of it making it feel as though it were a monument to the fantastic sexual prowess of Futas all over.

Pumpkin felt the woman's lips pulling back, parting from the tip for but a second, letting out a loud, pleasant kissing sound, after which she returned, engulfing the brutally distended glans and resuming the suction. One of her hands cupped the Impostor's balls, gently kneading at the large, heavy gonads, feeling as they moved against her skin, and she moaned into the Villain's cock. That was it. Pumpkin thought to themselves that this was how life should be lived. Being the one calling the shots, having power over others, being desired immensely by everyone that they surrounded themselves with - that was it, for the Impostor.

And the actions of the Security Expert currently slobbering all over their painfully erect penis were more than enough. It brought them a sense of pleasure - a great sense of bliss, of fulfilment. That was the victory lap, and it was Pumpkin who had won. The sensation of Onyx' lips, the tongue feverishly lapping against the piss-slit, the suction, the warmth of her mouth, combined with the elation of the Villain's triumph, made them relax.

Their balls clenched, violently, and a trickle of cum streamed out of the Futa's urethra. The thick, creamy substance, so white it was almost yellowy, plopped onto Onyx' tongue, who, upon having her taste buds sample the goopy jizz, moaned as if she was a sow in heat, getting railed by a most brutal hog. That sent the rest of Pumpkin's ejaculate splashing against the back of the Security Expert's throat, leaking down her oesophagus and making her cheeks bulge. The incredible amount spurted out of her nostrils and from between her lips as the Impostor groaned loudly.

Thick, almost solid ropes of scalding hot cum blasted Onyx' uvula, as if it were the bullseye at a shooting range. Alas, that forced her body to momentarily overpower her pheromone addled mind and had her pull back, breaking into a violent fit of coughing. Though the torrents of jizz did not cease, and a few more ropes showered her in white, each eliciting groans of both pain and pleasure from Pumpkin.

It felt so good it almost hurt, the pressure their cock was applying to their urethra was insane, requiring an immense amount of force to have the wads of cum jet out. It felt as if it was burning, and yet that only made the sensation better. The Futa bucked their hips, thrusting forward, having their body urge them to do what they would if they were inside a woman's nethers. The underside of their shaft rubbed against Onyx' face, while their ball-sack slapped against the woman's chin.

Finally, Pumpkin's orgasm came to an end, yet even that did not put a stop to the leakage of cum. It had been such a strong, powerful ejaculation that the piss-slit was still oozing a thin trickle of that viscous jizz. To the Security Expert's pleasure, by the looks of it, the Futa was still raring to go. The Impostor could tell that the woman, covered in cum, might have reached an orgasm of her own, judging by the blush, which, unless unbelievably intense, would not have been noticed on her dark skin.

"You're a real cocksucker, I'll give you that!-" Grumbled Pumpkin as their fingers wrapped around their girthy shaft and started softly rubbing it. "-But I don't just want a blowjob, no. I wanna fuck you. Lay on the floor, on your back!" Ordered the Villain and Onyx, who was a little entranced by the process of picking off cum from her face and licking it off her hands, obeyed.

The Futa, whose cock had not truly softened after the first eruption, enjoyed the view for just a moment, and then joined the hard-bodied woman. Flesh pressed against flesh, hands grasping at one another, the pair almost immediately started feeling themselves. Onyx' hands snuck beneath Pumpkin and wrapped around the stiff phallus, playing with it and moaning as the Impostor started groping her large breasts.

Kneading at the Security Expert's mounds of flesh, who moaned ecstatically and moved her legs in a manner that would produce some friction around her nethers, so as to pleasure herself by some means, was very enjoyable. Being craved so greatly made Pumpkin's perception of their triumph shift, making it appear even grander, providing them with even more pleasure.

Their hands ran along Onyx' toned stomach, feeling the rock hard abs, appreciating the great effort that must have gone into becoming such a fine piece of fuckable meat. A sudden transition from stiff, well defined musculature into soft, moist flesh informed the Impostor that they had reached the woman's sopping pussy. And it was, indeed, wet. It was warm, sticky, and incredibly soft, possessing a gentleness that did not seem fitting for a person as physically powerful as the Security Expert. Though that was of no consequence, as the Futa's fingers elicited a most feminine moan from her.

"You're so wet...-" Muttered Pumpkin as they brought their face as close as possible to Onyx' toned stomach. It was quite something to behold… And their observation did not extend only to the woman's leaky snatch. There were beads of sweat all over her body, accumulating in the gaps between her muscles as if those were riverbeds for the proof of her incredible attractiveness. "-I'll just fuck you." Stated the Futa and adjusted themselves.

"Yes! YES!" Mewled Onyx as she felt the distended, swollen cock drag over her stomach and prod at her vulva. She gasped excitedly and held her breath as Pumpkin's hands guided their thick shaft deeper into her slobbering womanooh, parting those shapely, puffy lips and spreading her open.

Those bumpy veins all over the Futa's hard, throbbing cock provided such a unique sensation to Onyx' pussy. The incredible texture, possessive of such a varied relief, made her feel as if it was hitting all the sweet spots in her nethers. She threw her head back and whined through grit teeth, feeling absolutely flabbergasted by the sheer amount of dick that was being shoved inside of her.

Pumpkin was enjoying this tremendously. The Security Expert's twat was, at first glance, going to be unbelievably loose, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. That could have been because the Futa's cock was far more swollen than it had been in previous copulations, or it could have been because of their mental state. What mattered, however, was that it felt exceedingly good.

The Impostor felt Onyx' strong arms wrap around their considerably smaller frame and pull her towards herself. That, however, resulted in the Futa's fat slab of meat to plunge even deeper inside, eliciting a moan from both of them, with Pumpkin's sounding more like a groan, and the Security Expert appearing to scream in bliss.

"YES! Please, fuck me! Mess me up!-" She cried out as the Villain felt their ball-sack touching the quivering woman's flesh. The dense lust in her voice, the way her whole body trembled with desire, the manner in which she held Pumpkin in her arms and pulled them towards herself - all those things seemed to whisper in their ear to just do it. And, naturally, knowing there was no danger at all, not anymore, the Futa thrust their cock as deep as it would go. "-Yees!" Screamed Onyx as she threw her head back and reached an orgasm of her own.

The Impostor felt the tip of their painfully erect penis slam against the woman's cervix, barreling through without a second though. The tightness was far greater there, and, as Onyx' pussy started convulsing and contracting as a result of her orgasm, that firmness only grew. It felt as if their shaft was being squeezed for all it had, and the Futa's balls grew heavy.

Pumpkin started pumping their hips. It was difficult, not because they were tired or weak, but because that snatch was so tight, and kept getting tighter every second, that it was a real feat to pull out. That's what they got for fucking a personification of physical perfection, but that did not matter, because it felt really, really good.

They pressed their face against her abbs, their tongue lolling out of their mouth as they thrust in and out, being pulled closer towards her by her arms, which gently held her, though with a great force. The wet, slick sounds of sex echoed through the Cafeteria, occasionally pierced by the slapping of Pumpkin's balls against Onyx' ass. Constant groaning and moaning filled the air, as the heavy scent of lust drowned out everything else.

The Futa licked the muscular woman's stomach, lapping up the salty sweat and finding it more than just savory. Though that was not enough for their hungry mouth. While humping mercilessly, while Onyx moaned and wailed in bliss, Pumpkin moved their head as close to those huge breasts as they could. They were covered in so much sweat, they wobbled and jiggled enticingly, beyond measure, and those dark nubs at the top were the main event.

"I- I want your tits!" Commanded the Impostor through heavy panting. She obliged almost immediately, letting go of Pumpkin and pushing herself up with her elbows. That made her bend forwards a bit, which allowed the Futa to latch onto one of her nipples and give it a rough nibble. Onyx whined sensually as the stimulation she was receiving increased, and went on to wrap her legs around the short Cook.

Their teeth sank relatively deep into the fleshy nub, as its softness was surprising, even though it looked as if it was very, very rigid. The Impostor's cock started moving faster, as they grew more and more excited, while their tongue lapped at the woman's nipples, swirling all over them, their cheeks hollowing out. They were not tasty. Not in the normal sense of the word, because, as soon as the salty sweat was licked off, they just lost their taste.

But they were, undoubtedly, sublime. It felt good to suckle on them, to nibble, to savour them as those massive breasts jiggled furiously due to Pumpkin's frenzied thrusts. The Villain's tip was slamming into Onyx' womb, eliciting louder, lewder moans with each plunge.

"You're fucking me so- Hard! Are you going to-" The Security Expert managed to mutter between her gasps and pants, looking towards the Futa's face, buried in her tits. "-Cum?" She wailed as the thrusting grew more and more rapid, overwhelming all other sounds and drowning out the last bits of her sanity.

"You'd- Like that, huh- You sow!-" Growled Pumpkin, feeling an incredible churning in their balls, feeling their shaft stiffening, if that was even possible, feeling it twitch and throb so violently it was putting the Futa off balance. "-Want me to breed you, huh? You bitch!" Through grit teeth the Impostor hissed and felt their scrotum clenching.

"Yes!-" Screamed Onyx as she probably felt the vicious vertical movements inside of herself. The Security Expert was, doubtless, counting on that being a sign of Pumpkin's impending orgasm. "-Breed me! I'm- I'm your breeding sow-" Her cry was cut short as she gasped when the first blast of cum splattered all over the inner walls of her womb. The Futa's own growl grew into a scream of absolute pleasure, as their shaft began its process of unloading that thick, sticky substance that turned women into brainless fuckmeat.

Onyx collapsed on the ground as her own bliss overwhelmed her senses and she lost the strength in her arms. That did not concern the Villain one bit, as they pulled away for an instant and plunged their cock back in, resulting in another thick rope of cum to flood into the Security Expert's now ovulating pussy.

It felt as it was far more viscous than before - almost solid. It hurt so good as Pumpkin filled the woman to the brim with their cum. The contractions truly milked their shaft, forcing out massive globs of jizz, which could no longer be contained within her pussy, it started splurting out from between her labia and the Futa's cock.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of painfully ecstatic spasming, the Villain's girthy shaft relaxed a bit, and their orgasm ended. Though that did not matter. Pumpkin wanted to fuck more, and so Onyx would get to feel good for a lot longer.

The quiet, everpresent whirr of the ship's engines would have been grating on the nerves, but it was drowned out by the loud sounds of sex.


A/N: And that's it, ladies and gentlemen! The end! Before you leave, though, could I urge you to take a look at my profile? You might find something else that interests you among my other stories, or, perhaps, you might even be inclined to get yourself a commission out of me? Who knows! But, I'd appreciate it if you could take a look at, say, Picking Lemons, as it is, currently, my other long term project, and I quite like the direction it's headed! Thank you for reading to the end, and I hope you find more great things to read!

Lastly, I'd love it if you could tell me what you thought about the story. Was it reasonable for the Impostor to be who it turned out to be? Did it make sense that the Crew didn't find them out? Was the story well told? Anything you didn't like, that you think I could have done better? Do let me know, so I can get better at writing! Thank you, and farewell!