Verrik first woke up to see himself hard and leaking, before having a sudden and rather tingly orgasm wash over him. This left him feeling sleepier, and in a sort of paralyzed state. He would grab onto the large blanket he had bought a few days ago and felt it brush up against his still erect cock. It had a level of fluffiness to it that made it impossible to resist humping. So, he would do so, feeling his knotted alien equine seemingly glide against the now bunched-up blanket. Wasn’t long before he wrapped it around his dick and began sort of fucking it. He felt really horny from doing this, and it would only be a couple of minutes in before he was having to fight off the urge to cum. He wasn’t wanting to make a mess all over his new blanket, but due to a combination of his sleepiness and horniness, he just couldn’t help it. With a strained hiss, he gripped the pillow tightly, feeling his climax rapidly approach, before he was letting out a messy load against the pillow.
Verrik tried to stay awake, but the back-to-back orgasms took what little energy he had out of him, and he soon drifted back to sleep. In his dream, he would find himself back in his hive, with one of his favorite praetorian guards in his arms, and his cock within their tight hole, as he humped slowly. He forgot how good his hive mates’ asses always felt, whether it was the smaller drones, praetorian guards, or the massive king himself. They each had a unique feeling but felt amazing overall. He already felt an orgasm rising within him and could only hold on for so long before the pressure in his cock was too much. Another strained hiss, and he felt himself flooding the insides of the guard with his seed. Though little did he know he just gushed out another load over his new blanket. He would wake up once again, and sigh disappointedly, seeing his blanket almost fully soaked with his cum. 
He just tossed it into the dirty pile, which he decided now had enough to bring to his washing machine. After putting the load in, he felt a bit hungry, so decided to hit up the nearby food court. He would first get a Firestar Apple Slushy, a large of course, due to his overall size. He can’t remember when he started drinking these, but the flavor stuck with him, and it was rather popular around the station. He decided to read up on the fruit and its addictive flavor while he waited for his order Starchroot Fries, along with some Qilka Nuggets, and a Qorrik burger. With a simple flick of his wrist, he was soon reading a newly generated summary of the fruit on his Holo-Gauntlet.
[Description: A bright, fiery red apple with flickers of gold running through its skin. The taste is a mix of spicy cinnamon and tart apple, with a warming sensation as you eat it, almost as if it's heating from the inside.]
[Properties: Firestar Apples are used in dishes and drinks to warm the body in cold weather. They also have mild aphrodisiac qualities and are often used in romantic or celebratory dishes.]
Perhaps that’s why he felt a tiny bit horny after drinking them, Verrik thought. Though it made sense to have something that gave a warming sensation here, even with a space station as advanced as the Spire, the overall climate was a tad bit colder than most species liked. Any further pondering of it was cut short as his Holo-Gauntlet bleeped at him, notifying him that food was ready. He picked it up and went to an empty table to eat. Verrik often wondered where or how they got food similar to what humans have. Perhaps it’s a more common flavor across the stars than he thought. He further pondered, thinking that someone who grew up eating chicken, would call these “Qilka Nuggets” chicken nuggets, likewise someone who grew up with Qilka would say they thought chicken tasted like that. And the Burger, it tasted like beef to him, but maybe- No. By this point, he was surely thinking about it too hard, and that it didn’t really matter what it was called, only how it tasted, and it tasted good for a food court on a station somewhere else within the galaxy. 
He soon finished his food, and shook his head to clear his thoughts, before making his way back to his quarters. He decided to take the scenic route, and sat at a nearby bench for a bit, enjoying some more of his Firestar Apple Slushy. In the distance, he noticed a purple bird in the that seemed to have floating arms slowly spinning around them. It still amazed him how he could come across a new type of creature every day or so. Last time, it was a purplish alien with what resembled rabbit ears, and four bright green eyes, as well as a tail that had a tuft of fur at the tip. They also had a large belly, with some sort of green glow from within. Verrik could vividly recall them trying to sell some sort of soda or seltzer, but he hadn’t been interested.
How strange too, he recalled seeing them in a lot of places, and he could never remember if they had tits or not. Rather coincidentally, he would find his answer as a news article popped up on his feed, mentioning something about a transformative soda that had been appearing around the station, and the aliens seeming to promote it. It would further jog his memory, as he recalls seeing the creatures back on Phantom, and had heard there were some on Spectrum as well. Was it an abandoned Reserve experiment? He couldn’t be sure, but reading further revealed those transformed to be hornier and were often jacking off or fucking each other in either their own rooms, or in groups or clusters around the station.
Good to know, Verrik thought. He had enough transforming experience for one lifetime, he didn’t intend to have another. Though it only happened if he drank an excess amount of the soda, according to the article. He would take a selfie, since he thought the view was nice, before heading back to his room. As if this was some stupid story that was self-aware, he would find one of these Soda Aliens at his door, with security trying to pull him away. Verrik had two or so choices here, and his horniness chose for him. He would dismiss the security personnel, and drag what he dubbed his “pet” in. 
Verrik idly wondered what the Soda Alien had once been, not that he could tell, unless he had some sort of DNA scanner. But he didn’t, and by now, he was becoming too aroused to care. He never did get a good look at them from behind, but he could say this one was caked up. They also had a pair of tits, which were glowing like their belly, with bright green nipples. Seems the Soda Alien got the idea quickly, as they were already licking and nuzzling his sheath, and their own member had fully come out. It was green like their eyes, and looked to be purely a prehensile tentacle, but he noticed a knot at the base, growing in size already. Well, the article didn’t lie, they were hornier. 
By now, it was obvious that the Soda Alien was close, despite only just starting to properly suck him off. His moves were sloppy, his dick wiggling and throbbing erratically, and the constant leaking of precum were but a few of the signs Verrik would pick up on. Only a minute into the sloppiest blowjob he’d ever felt, and he heard the creature moan, before gushing out a surprisingly large amount of cum against the floor a few feet in front of them, with some of it pooling around their feet. It would take some extra time, as the Soda kept getting distracted with each spontaneous orgasm they had, but eventually, Verrik would cum down their throat, before pulling his cock out and patting them on the head.
From there, Verrik would get up and go clean himself off in the shower, mostly his feet, but a little bit of his sheath and crotch area, as it was covered in excess saliva, which seemed thick, and was glowing like the Soda Alien cum. He half expected for the creature to wander off somewhere else, hopefully not to try and give another blowjob, but to his surprise, he would find them in a corner, idly sucking themselves off. At least they wouldn’t make another mess, he said to himself mentally. Though Verrik noticed some weird behaviors only a few minutes later. They were just standing in the open corner, sometime sucking themselves, sometimes jacking off, most of the time standing still. A couple times they would fondle their tits. It looked like an idle animation on an old game.
His former scientist self got curious and began some light testing. Anything from a simple game of catch, to playing with their tits, jacking them off, etc. There was some level of intelligence, that much he could determine, but it almost felt programmed. It felt basic, and could be influenced with simple interaction. Verrik could get them to start jacking themselves off by just fondling their balls or get them to play with their tits by giving them a good squeeze. He could get them get them to make out with him without hesitation by initiating it. He could get them to use a sex toy they had by just handing it to them, or even get them to hump his ass by bending over and moving his tail out of the way.
He kind of felt bad for whatever intelligence might have been before being transformed by the TFO Soda, or perhaps another Soda Alien. But there wasn’t much he could do, and they were fully bonded by the looks of it. With a chirp, Verrik called them over, and had them sit down with him, softly petting their chubby belly with one hand. Though he would never know this, the Soda Alien appreciated this a lot, and hugged him softly. The two of them would move over to the bed and snuggle with each other, with the Soda Alien rubbing their thighs against the Serglien Hybrid. Verrik would eventually fall asleep, and mentally decide to keep them as a pet of some sort, as much as it weirded him out.