The atmosphere inside the small shuttle-craft was... tense. Well, in actuality the atmosphere inside the ship was just fine. Vel'r knew that because he'd just checked the air-scrubbers and life support systems for the third time in an hour. He was looking for pretty much anything to do to get him out of the main cabin, and the large 'guest' on board was really managing to stink up the ship. So, the Kig'yar excused himself to check the air scrubbers again. Just in case. 

    Of course, even the small maintenance room was starting to fill with the turian's scent. It wasn't a BAD smell. It wasn't like he hadn't showered, or anything nasty. But gods, it was a STRONG smell, to say the least. The main cabin was almost starting to feel like a sauna with how heavy it was in the air. With a grunt, the small alien turned the air scrubbers up another ten percent. They were already operating far past their intended levels, but he figured they could take a little more strain. Or at least, he hoped they could.

    Turning to the door, the kig'yar braced himself. A step forward and the door slid open, and that increasingly familiar musk hit him like a warm wall. His pants tightened around a tent he was suddenly pitching, Vel'r cursing under his breath and adjusting himself before stepping back out into the main cabin. He'd been stiff for most of the flight so far, and he hated it. His flight-suit didn't leave anything to the imagination either...

    In the main cabin sat three men. The guest causing all the tension, and a pair of thickset krogans. They had rather similar builds and faces. One was colored red, and the other one green. Both wore well-worn body armor, one with sleeves and one without. Besides that, they sported the same muscled and thick build, along with a pair of slightly softened guts they'd gained recently with this new position as security guards onboard. Vel'r didn't really NEED two krogans for his teeny ship, but they were a package deal. Hire one, and you hire both. 

    "Was there any issue?" One krogan asked. It was the red hued one... Grek. Or was it Grok? Vel'r could never remember. 

    "No, no problems. Just wanted to uh, check." The small alien responded, tugging at his collar as he huffed the musky air. Gods it was getting warm in here. 

    "Told you it was fine!" The green one grumbled. Oh, that's right, HE was Grek. Grok was the red one. They certainly looked like they could be related, but Vel'r didn't know if they were actually brothers or not. They certainly bickered like siblings though.

    "It's better that he check, just in case." Grok interjected, getting a sneer from Grek in return. 

    "He's been checking and checking! Who's flying the ship while he's in there?" The first krogan complained, shoving a broad elbow into his brother's gut. 

    "The ship is! You know this thing basically flies itself! We let YOU in the cockpit, don't we? You couldn't fly a ROCK." Grok laughs, and Grek tackles him to the floor before breaking out in laughter himself. 

    Normally, the pair of krogans acting up would be the most eventful part of a flight like this. They wrestled and argued all the time, but it never got TOO out of hand. Even they seemed a little on edge, though, despite their roughhousing. As they picked themselves back up, they glanced warily at the other alien in the cabin. Like they were worried he'd gotten even BIGGER, somehow. Thankfully, he hadn't. 

    On flights to and from the Citadel, Vel'r usually liked to pick up two or three passengers to help cover travel costs. This time, he'd only been able to take on one. Not because he couldn't find anyone else who wanted to get off of Omega, but because he didn't have any more ROOM on his small craft. Not one when one turian took up this much space...

    With a nervous gulp, Vel'r looked up at him again. The kig'yar was used to looking up at others, but not THIS much. He had to be almost eleven feet tall, if not taller! All that hunched over in the small cabin made him look even larger, and his physique certainly helped make him even more imposing. Impossibly thick muscles all over, arms and legs as thick around as either krogan's torso! The only part of the massive male that wasn't sculpted muscle was his round, taut ball-gut. Well that and...

    Unable to help himself, Vel'r looked lower. Sitting beneath that wide, bulky belly was an absolute monster of a cock. It was nearly as long as the cabin was wide, barely fitting in at all! Every few seconds it would bob and throb, bouncing in rhythm above the huge alien's sofa-sized balls. Those impossibly massive balls were constantly churning too, the un-ending sloshing joining in with the ship's engines as background noise for the trip. They were about as loud too. 

    All of that massive alien was wrapped in a shiny rubber bodysuit. Well, most of him. His head and neck were exposed, and so was his shaft, poking out of a large hole in his groin. The body-suit clung to every curve, every inch of the turian, making his muscled figure stand out even more than it did on its own. 

    "Sorry about the smell." Tark grunted, making all the others in the cabin jump slightly. He hadn't done much talking after he'd chartered Vel'r's ship, so hearing him speak was a bit of a shock. His voice was as deep and powerful as one would expect from a creature his size; a rumbling baritone with a course vibration. 

    "I-It's no problem, sir." Vel'r responded, stepping in front of the turian and bowing his head. 

    "It's not usually THIS bad, but the libido blockers I took have some side effects." Tark scratched at his chest idly, leaning back against the three seats he filled. His shaft bobbed up and smacked into the ceiling, making a wet -slap- sound as it collided with the metal. If it hurt at all, Tark didn't show it. 

    "That's fine sir! You clearly have quite the unique... condition. I can imagine it presents a lot of challenges." Vel'r bowed his head again, eager to keep Tark happy. He'd transported mercs, smugglers, criminals and more, but he hadn't been THIS worried about a passenger in a while.  

    "Hah, he's a freak!" Grek laughed, stopping when his brother elbowed him in the gut. Tark smiled toothily, turning to leer down at the krogan. 

    "You're lucky I took those pills, little man. If I hadn't, both you and your brother would've drowned in my spunk by now." He boasted, getting a growl from both krogans in response. 

    "We certainly do appreciate you accommodating us!" Vel'r stepped in, trying to place himself between Tark and the pair of guards. He really did not want a fight to break out. It seemed to work, at least on Tark, as the turian leaned back into his chair and went back to reading the holo-mag he'd been perusing. 

    "Don't appreciate the stink..." Grek grumbled, getting another elbow in the gut from his brother. If Tark heard him, he didn't say anything. Vel'r sighed and stepped past the main cabin, ducking under the turian's massive shaft to climb back up into the cockpit. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any trouble for the rest of their trip to the citadel. According to the computers, they were already half way there! Just another hour or so...

    Vel'r flopped back in the pilot's chair, looking around the cockpit for SOMETHING to do to help get his mind off that smell in the air. Grok had been right: the small craft was basically flying itself. Vel'r was less of a pilot and more of a babysitter for the autopilot, taking over if something went wrong. That never seemed to happen though, so all the Kig'yar had to do was sit back and relax. Usually, he was more than fine with that, but with that heavy musk in the air, he was too distracted to nap.

    With a huff, Vel'r looked down at himself. Past his slim middle rose the stiffest, neediest bulge he'd ever sported. He wasn't really attracted to Tark, but something about the alien's scent in the air had him stiff as a board. Peering over his shoulder to make sure everyone else was still in the cabin and out of sight, the slim alien reached down to stroke himself. At first, he just teased his bulge through his flight suit, but before long he'd unzipped the front of his suit and fished his cock out entirely. He'd take care of this once, just to take the edge off. Just one load...

    Back in the cabin, the krogan brothers were dealing with the same issue. Their banter and play fighting had died down as the turian's scent grew stronger and stronger, the pair now spending most of their time shifting around uncomfortably. They weren't sporting the same sort of needy bulge as the kig'yar, but under their body-armor they were just as stiff. Grek kept mumbling to himself about the smell, groping at his groin as he did. Grok was handling it better, but not much, eyes drawn back to Tark again and again. 

    Unlike the captain, Grok very much WAS attracted to Tark. When he'd seen the massive male stomping around on Omega, he just HAD to get a better look. Like an over-eager child in a candy store, he dragged his brother through the crowd up to Tark, staring up at the alien in awe. When their brief conversation led to Tark mentioning he needed a ride to the Citadel, Grok all but jumped at the chance to have him on board. Vel'r was not as eager, but how do you say no to someone like Tark?

    "Guh, it's so SMELLY." Grek complained, snapping Grok back to the present. He was about to give his brother another elbow to the gut when he noticed the crotch-plate on Grek's suit was open. His cock and quad were out in the open, the krogan stroking himself as he leaned back in his seat. The krogan's cock was about as long as his forearm, his balls swinging heavily beneath it. 

    "Put that away!" Grok hissed, face bright with a blush. He looked up to Tark, hoping he hadn't noticed. The turian was still flipping through his magazine, apparently lost to the world. 

    "Why? He has HIS cock out! Why can't I let mine out too?" Grek complained, rather loudly. That was enough to get Tark's attention, the turian glancing over and chuckling to himself. 

    "Well, mine's not a puny twig, for one..." He teased, casually giving his shaft a pat. "If you're gonna show off, you have to, you know, actually have something to show." He added, smirking down at the krogan. 

    "I-If I wasn't busy..." Grek huffed, stroking himself faster. "I'd come over there and kick your freak ass!" He was clearly not about to do that though, both hands jerking his cock now. He wasn't used to being 'small' in comparison to others, in any way really. Not only was Tark taller and bulkier than him, but the turian's cock was SO much bigger than his. It was kind of... hot?

    "Hah! You wish you could, puny. Just go back to playing with that useless little nub between your legs, alright?" Tark jabbed, a cool grin on his lips. He turned back to his holo-mag and relaxed, letting the krogan fume and fap. 

    "I'm... gonna.. gah!" Grek couldn't even get a whole sentence out. He was too horny and angry to think, taking out all his frustration by speeding up his jerk-off session. His hands were a blur over his cock, his foreskin rolling back and forth over his cock-head with every pump. 

    "Not my fault... he's a freak..." The krogan grumbled, eyes fluttering closed as he angry side of him lost out to the horny one. He stopped complaining and focused on jerking it, the cabin filled with nothing but the sloshing of Tark's balls and the soft -fap fap fap- of the krogan's shaft. 

    "Fuck it..." Grok huffed under his breath, reaching down to open his own crotch plate. His shaft flopped out and rose to full mast in seconds, the krogan reaching beneath it to fish out his sack. He had a trio of testicles, not a quad. He'd lost one in a bet a few decades ago, and he'd always been a bit shy because of it. His cock was longer than Grek's, but a bit thinner. Usually, the green krogan would tease him about that, and Grok would get mad at him, but right now they were both too horny to care. 

    Grok matched his brother's frantic pace, the pair nearly synced up as they jerked off together. They gave each other the occasional glance, but they mostly avoided eye contact. Grek kept his eyes screwed shut, trying to ignore the immense cock literally looming over him. Grok did the opposite, drinking in the sights as he gazed longingly at Tark. He was so big, so buff, so... big! He was everything Grok wanted to be, and more. 

    The pair of krogans came at nearly the same moment, spraying their loads across the floor. Grek hissed under his breath and cursed, and Grok let out a lewd moan as he blew. Tark raised a brow and looked up, grinning as he saw the pair painting the floor white. Between the two of them, they must've pumped out nearly a gallon of spunk. Quite impressive for most men, but they weren't in the company of 'most men' at the moment. 

    "That's it? I was hoping that between the two of you, you might be able to actually put out something resembling an actual load! But God, that's just sad." Tark chuckled, shaking his head. 

    Grek opened his mouth to retort, but he was cut off by a moan as his cock pulsed and dribbled out the last dregs of his load. He just slumped back in his chair and panted, desperately trying to catch his breath. Grok chuckled and squeezed out the last of his load, licking his fingers clean and smiling up at Tark. 

    "Maybe, once we're on the Citadel, you can show us what a REAL load looks like." Grok huffed, getting a big grin out of the turian. 

    "Maybe I can, little man. I don't do free shows though..." Tark grinned, slapping his cock and making it bounce lewdly. "Showing ya what a real man looks like... now that'll cost ya."

    "Are we talking credits or..." Grok began, cut off as the ship suddenly shook. There was a brief moment of silence before the ship shook again, much more violently this time. There was a frightened cry from the cockpit, and everyone turned to look. 

    "Pirates!" The kig'yar called back, making the krogans snap out of their lusty haze. Both had their cocks stuffed back in their armor in a flash, though Grek managed to pinch himself before getting it in all the way. The pair stood and braced themselves against the bulkhead. Tark did the same, minus the standing part. He was a bit too big for that. 

    "W-we should be fine, we're right near Citadel space! We just need to make a run for it." The panicked pilot called back. "J-just hold on, it's gonna get bumpy!"

    Vel'r wasn't lying as he stepped on the gas, the ship shuddered and shook around him. It was a good ship, but it wasn't made for the speeds he had to push it to. It would hold up long enough to get them to safety, at least, even if they had to be towed into the Citadel itself. Tark frowned heavily as the ship shook and rattled around him, looking a lot less imposing as every vibration made him flinch.
 
    "Not so tough now, are you?" Grek teased, grinning over at the shaking turian. He was used to action like this, and his heart was still racing from the load he'd just blown. 

    "I-It's not that..." Tark grunted, panting and gritting his teeth. 

    "Oh? Then what is it?" The krogan went on, ignoring his brother's angry glare. 

    Tark didn't answer, he just groaned and bit his lip. His cock flexed and pulsed, slapping up into the ceiling every time the ship was hit. The vibrations of the ship rumbling around him weren't frightening Tark. They were turning him on! As the floor shook beneath his balls, those vibrations made his nuts quake and slosh. It wasn't long before his shaft was drooling heavy globs of pre, despite the heavy-duty libido suppressors he'd taken not more than two hours ago. Normally they'd last him all day, but with all the vibrations going through his balls, he couldn't hold himself back. 

    "A coward, hah!" Grek taunted, getting an angry sneer from Tark. The turian was about to give the krogan a piece of his mind, but he was cut off as another hit to the ship made it rumble around him. Instead of an insult, all Tark could manage was a moan, his dick pulsing and firing another glob of pre across the cabin. 

    "We're almost there, but they're right on top of us! Hold on tight, I'm gonna have to do some evasive maneuvers." Vel'r called back. The pair of krogans braced themselves again, and Tark followed suit. He cursed under his breath as yet another hit sent a jolt of pleasure through his balls, those nuts of his churning louder than the engines now. 

    The din of the battle died away as the ship took a sudden sharp turn, tilting the cabin almost forty-five degrees. The krogans had to grab onto anything they could, suddenly up-slope from Tark. The ship stopped rumbling, and the turian was able to relax a little, but the tilt didn't go away. 

    "W-we're safe, but they hit one of our stabilizers. We're only about 10 minutes out from the Citadel, we'll just have to deal with the tilt for a bit." The kig'yar called back, sounding much calmer. 

    "What happened?" Grok asked, trying to keep himself from falling as he tried to peek into the cockpit. "Where did the pirates go?"

    "One of the Citadel patrols chased them off." The pilot responded. That seemed answer enough for Grok, who simply grunted and stood back. 

    "Good. I didn't want to end up spaced with you." Tark huffed, sneering at Grek. The krogan sneered back, taking one of his hands off the bulkhead to point at the turian. 

    "Once we're off this ship, I'm going to kick your ass, freak." The krogan hissed. He was full of adrenaline from the battle and ready to throw-down, not to mention still horny from Tark's scent in the air. It was even stronger now with all the pre pooling on the floor. 

    Tark laughed and grabbed his cock, swinging it towards Grek and slinging a thick rope of pre at the krogan! It hit him square in the face, making his gasp and shudder. Tark just laughed, not noticing as the green krogan reached up to wipe his face off... with both hands. 

    With no grip on the bulkhead, the tilt of the ship, and the slick pre and cum on the floors, Grek couldn't keep his footing. He stumbled forward with a yelp, clumsily trying to grab something to catch himself. He couldn't reach anything in time, and he slid down the tilted floor, right towards Tark. The turian's cock had been pointed at him from the pre-slinging, so Grek ended up colliding with it head on. 

    There was a surprised huff from the turian as he felt something strike his shaft, looking past his cock to see what it was. Poking out of his gaping urethra was one wriggly green krogan, head and shoulders already slipped inside. Tark paused for a moment before laughing even more loudly, belly bouncing and cock doing the same at his uproar. 

    "Looks like someone slipped!" He teased, patting his shaft. The bounce of it made the krogan slip in a little deeper, which in turn made him squirm even more. Tark rumbled from the pleasure that wriggly krogan was sending down his shaft, balls churning softly as he savored the feeling. 

    "Maybe, if you ask nicely, I won't send you down any further!" Tark called, smirking and folding his arms over his chest. There was a burst of noise from within his cock, clearly Grek's complaints. Tark smiled smugly as he felt the krogan wiggling, about ready to pop him back out. Before he could, however, he felt a sharp pinch inside his cock. The krogan had bitten him!

    "You little..." Tark hissed, gasping as there was another bite. His cock was far too tough and thick to actually be harmed by the krogan's feeble attempts, but it was far from a pleasant feeling for Tark. With a grunt, the turian up-ended his cock, using the ship's angle to help pull the krogan in even deeper!

    "I was going to let it spit you back out, but now..." His shaft pulsed, gaping and letting Grek slide in past his chest. "Now you're MINE." He huffed and started stroking himself, each pump making his shaft buck and 'gulp' down a bit more of the squirming krogan. No matter how much he flailed or kicked, he couldn't stop Tark. The turian was just too damn big! 

    The underside of Tark's cock began to bulge out as Grek slid in, past his hips now and vanishing faster with every pull. Only a few more pulses and the krogan's boots were gone. His whole body was slithering down the turian's cock, bulging out the 'belly' of his dick. All his squirming now only made the process go even faster, the krogan slithering down towards Tark's balls.

    Grok stared at the whole exchange with his jaw agape. He knew Tark was big, obviously, but he'd never thought a dick could swallow someone whole! It wasn't anything he'd ever even imagined before, and if the aching in his loins was any indication, he'd be thinking about it a LOT from now on. Tark seemed to notice this, grinning at the dumbfounded krogan and licking his lips. 

    "You want to join him?" He offered, pointing his cock towards the red alien. Grok looked to Tark with wide eyes, then back to that gaping cock-tip. he still seemed lost in disbelief, staring into the slimy abyss of the turian's gaping cock-slit. A long, dark tunnel with pre drooling out from the depths, heavy clouds of the alien's musk filling the air around Grok. He felt... warm. Good. 

    Without another word he let go of the bulkhead, sliding down and colliding with Tark's cock. He didn't go in right away, hugging it and smearing his face with Tark's pre. His tongue lolled out, lapping up a thick glob of pre and gulping it down.  He could see his brother sliding in deeper still, the last few bulges vanishing past the base of Tark's cock. It looked like one of the turian's balls grew a bit thicker after that, but it was impossible to tell. 

    "Go on then. In." Tark ordered. Grok only delayed for long enough to fish his cock back out of his armor before stuffing one arm, and then the other into the turian's shaft. It had been 'warmed up' by the other krogan's dive, so Grok slid in even easier. With a bit of squirming, and a few soft 'gulps', the other krogan was gone. 

    Tark leaned back against the wall behind him and stroked his shaft slowly, helping Grok slide deeper and deeper down until his joined his brother in those over-bloated balls. The pair of krogans barely managed to make the turian's balls move, let alone bulge out, lost in there among a sea of seed. Tark pressed a hand to one of his nuts, finding the bulge the krogan inside made. He couldn't tell which brother it was, but he didn't really care. He rubbed and kneaded that bulge until he felt it soften, and then vanish. 

    His balls surged a bit larger with the newly made seed sloshing around inside, churning both those aliens away into more turian spunk. Tark's cock was gushing and drooling pre now, more and more pooling on the floor around his balls as he stroked his shaft. Those libido pills had tried their best, but with two krogans-worth of cum sloshing around in his balls, Tark was just too turned on. 

    The cabin was empty now, save for him, so he could use that extra space to its fullest effect. He wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and started pumping, humping into his hands as he stroked. Even his huge hands could barely manage to stimulate that monster member, the alien starting to grind into the cum-soaked floor to better stimulate himself. He was just about to blow his load when the hip suddenly righted itself, the engines cutting off.

    "Okay, we're on the Citadel now and..." Vel'r stepped back out into the cabin, eyes going wide as he saw the mess Tark had made. Most of the floor was covered in an ankle-deep layer of slime, and the walls and ceiling weren't doing much better! The kig'yar was a bit of a mess too, cock still out and a load of jizz drying on his chest and face. Apparently, those pirates had come right after the pilot did. 

    "Wh-where are Grek and Grok...?" The kig'yar asked, noticing the turian's massive, churning nuts and putting the pieces together himself. He started to step backward, shaking as Tark pulled himself out of his seats. Vel'r turned and dove into the cockpit, trying to hide from the massive male! It wasn't going to work.

    Tark shuffled into the middle of the cabin, still hunched over but better able to move around on his own. The doors to leave were right there, ready to be opened! But he had a loose end to tie up first. With a grunt, he SHOVED his dick forward into the cockpit. It only took him a few humps before he felt something lodge in his cock, the alien pulling his hips back and gulping it down. Peeking past his cock, he saw he'd eaten the pilot's seat, leaving the kig'yar without anything to hide behind. 

    "Thanks for the ride." Tark rumbled, grinning as he shoved his cock forward one last time. The tiny, slim male slid into his cock in one go, gulped down to join the krogan brothers in his balls in seconds. Tark didn't stop thrusting though. The small hall between the main cabin and the cockpit was just about as wide as he was thick, meaning he could plow the ship like it was an oversized fleshlight. He did just that, grunting and panting as he worked himself into a steady rhythm. 

    Almost every inch of the ship was already coated in slime and spunk, meaning it was easy for the turian to rut against the bulkheads. He was so wound up from the cramped trip and the 'snacks' he'd had, that he didn't last long. With a shuddering groan, he came, gallons and gallons of spunk flooding the small ship. The cockpit was painted pure white, all the electronics soaked through with the turian's seed. The flow gushed back around Tark's cock as the cockpit filled, washing over Tark and starting to flood the cabin around him.

    Tark fumbled for the door controls and managed to get them open just before the whole cabin filled. There was a sudden wave of thick, sticky whiteness rushing out into the spaceport, followed by an immense, gushing turian cock. Waves and waves of jizz gushed from it as Tark fucked the doorway, shaft bobbing and bouncing and spraying jizz everywhere. The outside of the ship he was on, and the hulls of half a dozen nearby ships all got a fresh coat of white. 

    Pilots and shipmasters all around the spaceport all stopped what they were doing to watch. The ship had already drawn heads due to the clearly recent battle damage, but this was just silly! The flood of white was accompanied by a wave of musk, almost everyone in the spaceport getting a good noseful.

    Tark shoved himself out of the ship, bending the door frame and rising to his full height. He leaned back against the ship and stroked himself, groaning as he rode out his high. He was nearly knee deep in his own spunk by now, and he was still gushing out more. Those krogans really had hit the spot.

    Tark's cock was still belching up heavy ropes of spunk when he started wading through the mess he'd made, heading towards the nearest exit. He did his best to ignore all the stunned onlookers, though he couldn't help but smile as they gasped and stared. He kind of wanted to stay and bask in their admiration, but he had somewhere to be. This was FAR from an unusual event for him, and he knew he'd have another opportunity to show off before long. 

    With a few last spurts of spunk, his load died down, leaving behind a swimming-pool sized puddle and quite a few stunned pilots and staff. Tark just gave his cock a final stroke and strode off, the jizz sliding right off his rubber suit and leaving him spotless. The spaceport was anything but, the alien's heavy scent hanging in the air as his cum settled and oozed across the floor.
 
    After a few more moments of stunned silence, people began to file out of the spaceport. The smell was too strong and the mess was too great. No one was ready to deal with it, at least, not without a rebreather and some buckets. Or a lot of buckets. 

    The port was empty by the time something began to stir in the puddle of spunk. It was just a few small bubbles at first. It slowly developed into a gradually rising lump, growing bigger and bigger by the moment. Another was growing nearby, the two bulges gradually taking on vaguely humanoid shapes. 

    Over the next ten minutes or so, the bulging masses formed into a pair of krogans. One was red, and one was green, and both were VERY confused when they came to. Confused and covered in turian jizz.

    "W-what..." Grek looked down at his cum-covered body, finding himself nude... and erect. He looked around to find Grok nearby, just as naked and just as aroused. And just as covered in cum. 

    "What happened?" Grek asked, rubbing his head. He was sore, for some reason. He remembered pirates, then falling into...  He gasped and looked down at himself again, watching thick cum roll down his skin. "That freak! H-he ate me with his dick!" Grok stifled a laugh at his brother's realization, stomping through the knee-high muck to pat him on the shoulder. 

     "At least you're okay now though!" He said, getting a grunt and a nod from Grek. Grok couldn't help but shudder as he got a whiff of the other krogan's breath. Even that reeked of Tark's cum now. 

    "I guess he got you too, huh?" Grek asked. The other krogan blushed but nodded. His shaft bobbed between his legs as he thought back to what happened, dribbling a bit of pre into the huge pool beneath them.

    "Yeah! I tried to fight him off, but uh, he was too big!" Grok lied. He didn't really need Grek to know that, after watching him get gobbled up by a giant dick, his first instinct was to follow. 

    "Oh well... We're okay now though. Sucks that he got our armor though..."Grek grumbled, trudging through the mess, back towards the ship. He peeked his head in and looked around while Grok just stood there and fondled himself. 

    "Man, Vel'r is gonna be PISSED when he gets back." Grok said, snickering. He was looking around for any sign of the kig'yar, but he didn't see anyone or anything peeking out of the sea of white around him. "Where is that fucker anyway?" He wondered aloud, getting a shrug from his brother. 

    "Oh well, he'll show back up in a bit." Grok waded through the gunk to Grek's side, peeking into the cum-flooded ship. "He's really not gonna be happy about all this though..." He said, watching spunk drool out of the ship's still open doors. "Gonna take ages to clean."

    Somewhere else on the station, Tark was strolling along without a care in the world. Blowing a big load like he had always put him in a good mood, and he'd even gotten to show up that mouthy krogan. A win-win! He'd have to look up the red one again sometime. He had a good taste in men. 

    Tark's casual stroll was interrupted by an odd pressure in his bladder. Why did he have to pee? He'd gone before the trip... Maybe all that shaking on the ship had gotten his bladder restless. He grunted and turned into a bathroom nearby. A quick piss and he was back on his way, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was some sort of pressure in his bladder. Maybe a side effect of the libido blockers?

    "Just my luck... I didn't even end up in the right place!" Vel'r groaned as he pushed at the walls of Tark's bladder. It had been quite a shock to be eaten by a giant turian cock, but the kig'yar had done his best to escape! Sadly, it seemed that all his squirming and wriggling had only sent him down the wrong pipe. And now here he was, soaked in turian piss and trapped.

     At least there was air in here, even if it was bitter and musty. And thanks to Tark's size, it wasn't even that cramped! Vel'r had all the room he needed to get comfy and try to think his way out of this situation. It was kind of hard to focus with the raging erection between his legs though, one hand going to it to stroke as he thought. 

    "Okay, so all I have to do..." Vel'r started, huffing as the chamber around him began to refill. "I wait for him to piss again, and try and get out during that! O-Or just wait for him to notice me in here..." He panted and humped up into his hand. Something about the heat in here had him all sorts of riled up. Was there any part of this stupid turian that didn't act as an aphrodisiac?

    "It won't take him too long to notice me... right?" Vel'r gulped, pressing a hand into the warm, soft walls around him. "I mean, he's big, but he's gotta notice someone in his bladder!" He tried to reassure himself, even as he realized he might be stuck for a while. At least he didn't have to worry about his ship repairs yet!