"Cargo Bay D-1907, eh…" I turned the corner with a map of this new station I'd been assigned to in hand; a holographic map of the fourth dock displayed between a cylinder with a slit in the middle. It wasn't very different from being back on primitive Earth, after all. Just… lots less free air to breathe, was all. I passed by a series of windows on the hallway I strutted down - purple wings folded, tail lightly swishing behind myself, somewhat eager to get back to work again. It'd been a while since I'd been one of the lucky few hybrids that NASA took up into space with them, but it's a lot better from being on that dingy old planet, for sure. Space is a really serene place once it's the only thing around you, besides the occasional whirr of an oxygen scrubber or some strange device obscured by layers upon layers of padded inner shelling. I wore the traditional hybrid garb that NASA provides to pretty much everyone they send up here - a three canister jetpack for emergency situations (for example, if the gravity generators somehow went offline); long, black trench coat with an inner skirt for added leg protection; two gauntlets over my wrists; puffy dark pants rolled into dark, steel-toed boots; and a simply-brimmed cap over my long, flowing black hair that denoted my rank of soldier. I only wore one shoulderpad on my left arm - the right one didn't need it, seeing as how it was completely made of metal. I didn't meddle in the crap that the scientists on board did - I was just there to police the place, really. That corridor opened up into another one that led downward, a hallway to my right and my left. A brightly lit, red-tinted sign read 'Cargo Bays D-E', so I figured that I was going the right way. It was a fairly steep stairwell, and with the gravity being as it was, it'd still hurt as much as if I'd fallen downstairs on Earth, so I calmly took my time down the sloped hallway until I reached an expansive room at the bottom. This bay had a large, metal door at its far end, and was shaped like a pet carrier box; six sided, with one long side sloped slightly, one short (which you could see through to the outside from by long windows), and two flat surfaces. The first indication that this was a cargo bay was definitely by its smell - a smell that I'd been somewhat used to back on my home planet. "Rotten eggs…" The oxygen felt a little stale inside my lungs, and that sulphur-y stink wasn't helping the situation any. There were an assortment of metal lockers, wooden crates, and cryogenically-suspended bodies in here, but I couldn't tell exactly where the stink was coming from. I just shrugged it off and proceeded to check on some of the items within the cargo bay. My PDA soon made itself useful as I pulled it from my belt and began to check inventory. It took a good hour and a half before I eventually made sure everything was there, a little sweat building on my fleshy human brow. Thank god for being a dragon hybrid, I thought to myself as I let my wings push some of the slightly smelly air forward, fanning away the excess buildup of adrenaline. That task finished, I turned to my right and took to the stairs once again, turning down the previously omitted hallway leading to the other cargo bay. This one spiraled down twice before leading into a much larger, much more square room with a large pipe running upward through the ceiling. More crates, less bodies, but plenty of stuff to organize and account for, at least. I took my PDA again and set off for the corner of the room less occupied with stuff and began my arduous task again. It was really quiet for my first day, but then again everyone on the ship had a job to do, and it was a small-ish station compared to the ones I'd been on before. And besides, for purely categorizing and keeping the place as civil as it was, the job paid really well! Either way, it still took quite a while to take care of all the junk piled up a good thirty or fourty feet high, and the whole room had stuff in it. I checked my PDA time about halfway through - 7:59 pm, Earth time. I figured it was a good time to take a little 10 minute break after moving articles around all day long - despite having a dragon's constitution, I still needed a decent few minutes to catch my breath. I picked the nearest crate and plopped back on top of it, tail letting out a dull thud against the wooden backing. I managed to sneak a snack along, so I figured now would be a good time -- I could hardly pop open the small flask I had in my back pocket before something sounded like it were skittering across the floor. I knew I wasn't crazy, and there was no evidence that the sound had come from anywhere recgonizable, so I turned back down to the metallic flask, popped the fizzy drink open to my mouth, took a swig, closed my eyes… and a split second later I smelled something so foul, so disgusting… my pants felt a little tighter. A rush of wind in the semi-well-lit room darted past my face for barely a second, and before I knew it I was choking on that foul sulphur-laden air again. Another onrush of wind blew past again, letting me know definitively something was stalking around in the room with me, most likely doing the former TO me… My initial instinct was to run away, but for all I knew it could be one of the sentry drones they deployed occasionally. I took another sip of that flask, closed it, shook off the willies and hopped off that crate back to the floor below. I didn't hear much else after I resumed moving things around, tallying the items aboard the ship, a little flustered by the appearance of that… whatever it was, it was fast. And smelly. Which seemed to appeal to me as it was… work came first before my boner did, unfortunately. An hour later around 9, and I'd finished up that bay's contents as much as I could. I turned to leave again, but all of a sudden I started smelling that familiar stench again… and hot, dripping breaths followed my slow about-face to what appeared to be something out of my nightmares standing directly behind. They warned us about aliens and their semi-frequent appearances on the ship in briefing, but I never thought one of the most deadliest ones would be right there, breathing its hot, musky alien breath on my neck, mandibles dripping with unknown substances that most likely were devouring me preemptively. "Samanthgra? Hey, you little pussy, get up here, it's time to turn in for the night!" I blinked mid-way through my turn towards the beast to hear the voice of my commanding officer, Captain Lletrium. His name sounded like it belonged on the periodic table of elements, but I didn't question it - we'd only met two days ago. Another rush of wind came from behind, and this time I turned around much quicker to see the deathbringer scamper off as quickly as he'd come up on me. "Private, you're not going to do very well on this ship under my command if you keep this shit up…" A large, stout and portly alligator trudged his way down the staircase with some difficulty seeing as how tall he was - he had a good six inches overhead, and the girth to match! Well-built, you could tell he'd earned his position purely by the mass of muscle in those two arms of his, as well as toned liberally all over. He donned traditional captain's wear - a set of blue, tight-fitting pants (probably too tight, seeing as how I could see the gator's junk pressing slightly forward), and a navy blue button-down shirt with pins denoting his rank across his left pectoral. Big, burly man-paws on both hands and feet came from his large, muscled appendages, and a lengthy tail plated light brown underneath; deeper brown covering scale wherever clothes didn't. A light shiver ran down my back, not from his booming voice, but from the drooling liquid that alien had left on my neck that slowly trickled down through the back of my shirt. "It's good that you're ecstatic about your job, boy; but you gotta get your sleep in this station. We always gotta be alert to… strange things." "Yes, SIR." (I said that more begrudingly than I should to my superiors, but that doesn't mean I can't have feelings about them, right?) The captain led me back upstairs like a child close in hand - I could tell he cared about his men - but he kept his distance, of course. I took a peek backward just to check to see if I wasn't dreaming… nothing at all. We eventually came to an area much like a barracks after walking down another long, white-padded hallway into a tiny room with a removable sign reading "Priv. Nefarious Kurana" on it. I couldn't help but start my lithe little dragontail wagging back and forth; I wasn't used to having my name plastered on expensive things… yet. The door shot open, and my tail dropped almost instantly at the drabness of what was inside - A bed, a built-into-the-wall television, and a dresser/nightstand combination on the far wall. The ceiling was slanted against the wall to the left, and tiny airducts were placed at the corners of the room. My superior was keeping back laughing, but I supposed I probably expected too much out of this job anyway - it _was_ a military outpost on the outskirts of the Earth… "Make yourself comfortable, Sammy. Your stuff'll get carried down here by a 'bot soon enough, so you won't have to wear those drab brown pants all the while you're here." The gator bellowed a chuckle that rocked the entire room, then shut his trap and walked away as a curious-looking robot set down a series of vacuum-sealed packages with my clothes and homely-materials in front of the door. It zoomed away as I took a seat on the surprisingly comfortable bedding - memory foam began to take the shape of my rounded tailbase and humanistic bumcheeks. It felt really good to have a seat in a closed room without that… thing romping about the place. It was late, so I flicked on the television to a random station and called it a night. -- The next day started with breakfast in bed and an order to check out the science department because traces of 'unrecgonizable slop' had been found there. The stale, freeze-dried food wasn't very appetizing, but you didn't need to eat three meals a day with 'em being packed full of all the nutrition you would burn in a day. That finished, I took to suiting up in a new pair of pants, strapping on that heavy armor yet again, and starting the day off with a bang - I tried exiting the room too soon and ended up on my backside with a throbbing bump on my forehead. Two corridors down was the science department. If you'd ever watched those old sci-fi movies with aliens and monsters and mad scientists and whatnot, it wasn't much different from those. A series of laboratories, at least 3 of them, were lined up horizontally with one another. Computers blipped occasionally, empty stasis tubes bubbled upward, and medical equipment sat at the ready should the scientists decide today was a good day to do a dissection. I just assumed that the scientists were in another area since I didn't see any of them, albeit only seven of them aboard, and the three of us playin' security drones. I shrugged it off and spotted something in an alcove above - something exceedingly gooey splattered on the tip of my wing. I immediately turned around and looked up at a displaced ceiling tile that smelled of the same stench I'd garnered down in the cargo bay earlier. At that same moment, my pants tented a little bit - I couldn't stand to be around another's defecated material when people were around… I quickly glanced around to check if anyone _was_ really there, then propped myself up on tiptoe to push that tile aside a little bit more and look up into the tiny crawlspace lit up with tubes and electrical wiring that would kill the entire station if they took a hit at all. A large lumpy substance jiggled off to the left, and against my better judgement I stuck my fingers into it, then withdrew to give it a little sniff. "Something's using the station as its toilet…" Once again, I looked around with a devious smile on my face, and reached up to scoop the rest of it out of there. I always was a kinky little bastard around this stuff, but this was something completely new to me - at least this brand of filth was. Without hesistation, I dumped that pound and a half of feces into the pit of my pants, forming a rather decent lump of the stuff that stuck to my gooch and the back of my rather stiff nutsack. That glorious smell had completely deviated me from my task so easily… I wondered if I could meet that which was outputting such a foul waste. Sexually satisfied, I tried not to think too much about the disgusting matter as I returned to my room shortly after. Suddenly, a large explosion came from outside the ship! It rocked the entire station and almost brought me to a complete flat against the floor. Warning lights lit up the hallways, flashing red and blue, back and forth while an emergency message played continually overhead: "WARNING: BREACH IN CARGO BAY A. ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE CLAMPING IN PROGRESS." I rushed down once the pressure had recalibrated itself to find that a huge hole had been torn out of the side of the cargo bay. Luckily, the plastic pressure dampeners weren't damaged in the explosion, so the leak only let out a few items from the hold. _Thank god for plastics_, I thought, but my thoughts quickly turned grim once I saw what actually had caused the massive wreck. A huge feral dragon lay bleeding and heaving for breath against more broken crates and littered cargo. The beast was glowing a faint green over its wing membranes, horns, claws, pawpads, and even down to its genetalia. I instantly felt sorry for the poor thing, since it wasn't uncommon for ferals to be mistreated in today's society… Gingerly, I walked over to the beast, looking around for anything that I could use to help treat it's wounds from all the metal and glass that'd scraped him on the way in. "D-- don't worry, I'm tougher than that…" The dragon spoke in heavy breaths, almost seeming to cough up a lung in the process. He might've had more serious injuries internally, but I had no way of telling, and I most certainly wasn't the CMO of the ship… "Conserve your breath. You might've hurt yourself worse than you know, and talking might make it worse. Just lie down, I'll find someone to help--" "I said, don't worry about it. Nexpedda jhruum illia thia'x iana." _Give me strength, I plea_, he mumbled under my breath. That language was common amongst the hybrids that the military bred for my sort of operation, but I wasn't sure about the feral division gaining access and being so proficient in it already…! The dragon clamored up onto all fours, and I saw just how big he actually was. He almost took up the entire bay from end to end, and about half of it wide! His neck cracked as he slowly bent it upward in multiple places, and soon he shook off where he'd grown stiff at - the blood seemed to have stopped pouring out and started dribbling by now. "MHI. Minimalistic healing implement. It does its job well…", he said in a tired-sounding voice. "Yeah, the military does come up with some of the best ideas… so how'd you end up out here?", I questioned the big beast. "They were planning on shooting me out to Jupiter in the span of a single breath… I guess they miscalculated… again. I was supposed to be the power source for a station out there…" "Power source? You don't look like a dragon that can just conjure electricity out of nowhere…" "Heh. You don't look like the type of dragon that'd read into things like that very well." I huffed a little bit to his enjoyment, to which he extended a single digit of his forepaw to me. "Name's Vector. Operation GX7F: Biopower. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." "Samanthgra. My friends call me Sammy, though; so I guess you can too, Vector." To think that ferals and hybrids could be able to share intelligent conversation was beyond me, but technology tends to sneak up and bite you in the ass when you're least expecting it. Suddenly, an explosion! I almost lost my balance as sirens began blaring, the ship's klaxons having an orgasm of sound all over the installation's inner hull. A voice came out of the personal announcement system, saying: 'Auxillary retro booster station has been --' And then static. Odd static. It sounded more like radio static than television static, but I could hear something else hidden away inside of the crackling noise… The dragon behind me seemed to perk upward some, his wounds having healed by now, save for the large pool of coagulated blood on the hard metal floor. "You don't think there's an intruder aboard, do you Samanthgra?" the dragon inquired. "I don't think so… I'm gonna go check it out." The dragon nodded once as I turned to scurry up those large padded steps and get back to the main corridor. Afraid that that thing I'd come almost into contact with earlier was still around, I carefully made my way down another flight of stairs towards the booster deck. I noticed a couple of acid burns splattered against the walls, ceilings and floors of the long, metal hallway, a few cables spurting live electricity into the air from the side of the wall opposite me. The air itself stank of dead people, and along with those acid burns I found a pool of blood once I got to the end of the hallway - the three crew members that worked with the propellant system were all but gone, save for a pit that led down into the maintenance tunnels; the same sort of hole made against the rest of the hallway but much bigger. The computer screen against the wall had been smashed in, displaying a large !~WARNING~! sign on it. I turned it off since there was no way to repair it without those crew members around, and I didn't have the technical know-how to do it either. I was stuck on a floating station in orbit above a planet in grave danger if whatever was around decided to take a trip down there. The emergency warning shutoff lever against the wall lay open as well; I pulled it to shut off the incessant yelling the station was doing. For all I knew, the only people aboard the ship now were me, the dragon, and whatever the hell was killing everyone off… I took another hour and a half to get back up to my room. The air had grown stale and bitter, besides the everpresent smell of filth that filtered in through the ventilation system. I needed to get some rest, since it was impossible to communicate with Earth now - the only two systems that worked aboard the station were the lights, the air… and the emergency self-destruct on the bridge of the satellite. I don't count the last one, because I wasn't about to let the destruction of the ship be a gigantic weight on my shoulders. The door _vhrizz_ed open to the side, and I stepped in, sweating a touch from both fear and being slightly horny - I hadn't changed my pants yet, and I really didn't want to. In all fairness, the thing aboard the ship could stay as long as I got to keep its dung tucked away against my ass… /Damnit, why do I forget my job as soon as something takes a dump around me…/ I silently thought to myself in the air-tight room, which now smelled virulently of the crap in my pants. I moaned audibly as disgusting fancy began to take over, reaching into those dark pants' dank spot, and scoopin' out a pawful of what was now a dark brown colored poop - squishing it between my draconic fingers against the front of my hard-on. It felt amazing, like it always does… but something about this made it better than usual. It was of an unknown flavor; I had my premonitions but I still wasn't 100% what had dumped it out. I'd had enough crap in my pants in the past, however, including my own, so it really didn't bother me not knowing exactly who or what I was now fondling myself with. I decided to let it sit as a yawn escaped my muzzle - it'd been a good day that I'd gone without sleep, especially with the advent of the two intruders, albeit one of them benign. The comfortable bed invited me on, and I took to flopping about it face first, a cool *squish* against my bottom kept me rather aroused until I finally dozed off. Something overhead was making a skittering sound about four hours later when I woke up, my butt tingling and stomach gurgling rather loudly. I really needed to use the bathroom, but knowing all the destruction that'd gone on around me, those had gone to hell as well. I rolled lazily out of bed, the lights turned to their dimmest point, and I got on all fours, lifting up that conic tail of mine and farting up a shitstorm. It came out harsh and fast soon after, flooding my crotchpocket with foul dragon shit; sinking into the back of my bottoms. I leaned up, sloshing it back as the hissing sound of my dick letting loose in the front also came about, lewd *splortches* and *fhrrrrbluts* ringing through the room. Thank the stars there was no one else around now… except for whatever was in my ceiling. I held my gut after a minute of dumping out my bowels when suddenly the ceiling gave way to a rather large creature that fell atop my scatty frame, forcing me to yelp and try to scurry from out underneath it. A fully grown xenomorph stood straddling my body, its obvious arousal in its glowing phallus that I saw when I spun over onto my back told me it'd been getting off to my pleasure somehow - a droplet of thick, clear and purplish jism spewed from the tip into my hair, making it tingle somewhat. I wrenched my way from underneath it as it turned around; that tail spike lingering dangerously behind it's rump as I hastily input the code to open the door. "Malfunction: Toxic levels are too high for systemic corruption. Door will remain closed until atmospheric toxin levels are recalibra-- recal--" The door then erupted with a shower of sparks, and I heard something crackling within it - as if it welded itself to the frame of the door itself. I tugged and pulled at the handle, but it wouldn't come loose, and my greatest fear was recgonized at that moment, my pants soiled with a horny xenomorph standing /right/ behind me. I was trapped. I turned around, soon devoid of weaponry as the alien creature grabbed my jetpack, crushing it and leaking hot fuel against my back, drooling down through the poop-encrusted innards of my pants. The creamy gel smelled and felt even better than I thought it would, like a sort of lubricant as it spilled to the floor below. The creature neared me even closer as I turned around, watching that eyeless face stare at my own, its large phallus dripping wet against the side of my leg, its own coming up and pressing against the door, trapping me in the corner. I was tired; I couldn't fight back even if I wanted to. The streamlined creature's vicious tongue began to irk its way against the back of my neck, and pretty soon it'd began to bend backward, its paws around my large gut's sides, pushing even more poop through the lower of my intestinal tract. Two fingers slipped in between the wasteband of my bottoms, folding the back of it down… and that's when I smelled how foul of a shit I'd taken full-blast. The creature obviously enjoyed it too, definitely past the point where it'd be a comfortable morning aboard a space station. The alien grabbed my buttcheeks through my soggy ass and spread them, lifting my body off of the floor completely, a couple wet chunks spilling out of the back and bottom of my trousers. It guided that thick set of cheeks over its cockhead, spread my legs and soon began thrusting inside my ass. Even though it was loose from pooping the xeno's maleness was quite thick, at least two and a quarter inches around barely with the head of its dick in my butt! Inadvertently, I gave a long moan as the thing growled deeply in my ear, slowly building up a steady rhythm to fuck me by. I could feel my dick throbbing against the front of my wet pit, my expunged filth dropping to the floor against his bulging set of alien nuts, staining them a dark brown in the dark room. My tush felt like it'd started eating some of the logs I pushed out already, but having my body spread like it was it didn't hurt like pushing against it did. The xenomorph continued to growl and grunt with a feral tone to it, almost as if it /needed/ to breed with something before it went on to do anything else - no, that couldn't work, he'd been fapping to me shitting myself crazy just before that! This thing was just fucking me to get some sort of weird sexual gratification… and it definitely did within the next few seconds after a good while of bouncing against its shaft. I felt my stomach start to bulge again, a spew of spooge filling my already full stomach up with its life-giving seed. The beast drooled cold spit against my fuel-stained back as it threw me to the floor, unable to keep myself from pooping out the heated jism afterward. I panted lustfully for a few seconds, myself on the brink of giving into it all… but he wasn't done with me, even though that dick of his was limp and short again. He'd gone back to straddling me over the side of the bed where I'd landed, and soon he had raised his tail just over top of my own. A loud fart exited his rump - or at least what smelled, sounded and felt like a fart - and almost immediately after, the thing began using my pants as his own personal toilet! The steamy crap began to fill out what he'd gotten all over the corner of the room and then some - I felt long, coily logs break off and spill over the edge of my wasteband, quickly beginning to fill up the dirty room with his hot, bothering stench. It didn't take but for five minutes before the level of pure shit in the room had grown just to the edge of the bed… I couldn't take it. The last thing I felt before I passed out was the feel of cold, drooling teeth around my neck, a humping motion on the horny beast's frame against my rear, the feel of a draconic orgasm spewing into the filth-filled room, and all that hot filth keeping me suppressed underneath it…