The door swung open, and a shadowy male figure entered into the light.
Immediately Chad recognized his team mate Kevin Visitor. Chad jumped
up flailing his limbs - all 8 of them- as he struggled to find the
zipper.
"Kev, you punked me?" Chad accused. He looked beyond Kevin to see if
any other guys were following or if they had a camera videoing him.
"Oh, this? This isn't it!" laughed Kevin peeling off his mesh shirt to
expose his big muscled chest. His cleats were kicked off, and then his
athletics shorts. His stockinged foot kicked the door shut behind him
and he grinned.
Chad was freaking. His claw gloved hand wasn't even feeling the zipper
for his suit. It was weird his body seemed supersensitive, even though
entirely enclosed in the costume he felt naked, and his claw covered
hand seemed to be just his hand- claw - and weirdest of all Kevin
seemed to be growing. Then there was that pungent smell like rotting
fish or a really skanky pussy, and it seemed to becoming from his own
ass. He looked up at giant Kevin towering over him.
"What'd'cha do to me? Coat the inside of the suit with LSD?" Chad
asked uncertainly. Then changing tack he said, "Kevin, if this about
that dead rat I stuck in your jockstrap - I'm sorry. I - uh, puh-lease
stop this!" he begged.
"Nah, well, maybe yeah. But don't feel sorry about the dead rat - it
was delicious," Kevin said dropping to his knees in front of the
shrinking lobster man. He continued, "I'm not exactly human, Chad, my
spaceship crashed in Morten's woods a few years back, and Kevin was
the first on the scene. He makes a great suit. Anyway, your rat in my
jockstrap joke is really very much like a mating ritual among my
species. It really got me steamed." He chuckled like he had made
another joke.
"Oh, man, UFO prank? What are we doing living in Roswell?"
"Haha, URGHUMP!" Kevin who had been sitting on his knees grabbed his
jaw and through his head back. A big lobster man crawled out of
Kevin's now motionless body through his stretched mouth. "See!" said
Kevin's voice coming out of the lobsteroid body, "I told you. Then we
wrestled remember?"
"Yeah, oh, what's that smell," moaned Chad. A foul rotten fish scent
hit him, but somehow mixing with his own foul odor the two scents
became an almost sweet smell and he felt so horny, he was sure he'd
blow his load inside his lobster suit. "Oh, gawd, Kev, tell me how to
take this suit off. I really need to get my rocks off!" Chad pleaded.
"Uh, it's not a suit, Chad, it's all you. Though after we have sex,
I'm guessing we'll need to get you a human exosuit like mine. You want
to wear Coach Sinclair's body or his daughter's or maybe Dwayne -
how'd ya like to be a 400lb 6'5" black dude? Or maybe the Strasser
guy? He's got a hot body, even if he doesn't go out for team sports.
With you inside him, I bet he'd make a good replacement for you on the
team."
"Replace me on the team?" Chad asked.
"Dude, don't you get it. I've been alone on this planet forever
without being able to have sex with one of my own kind."
"But we're both dudes, Kevin!"
"Not anymore, Chad," Kevin Lobsteroid said as Chad's jaws dropped,
"No, you're not female, and I'm not male. We're both. My species
doesn't have gender issues cause we ain't got genders. I pump my eggs
into your sperm pouch and you pump your eggs into mine. It's the best
sex you'll ever have. It's going to be at least 30 years before a
rescue ship can reach us, and by that time our young will have
conquered this planet."
"What?"
"We have sex - pump eggs into each other. Then the eggs get fertilized
with our sperm, and in about a week, the eggs are ready to lay in host
bodies. I'm guessing 20,000 easily the first year."
"I'm going to lay 20,000 eggs after I have sex with you?" Chad said
incredulously.
"Not exactly. Each ejaculation shoots about 10 eggs into the other's
sperm pouch, but we have dozens of sperm pouches. After we lay our
eggs, the pouch refills and is ready for more sex. Damn, you smell
hot!" Kevin Lobsteroid explained as he crawled down his Kevin
Humansuit body's chest, over the boner still tenting Kevin's jockstrap
, and down his thighs straight for the new Chad Lobsteroid."
"We're going to have to have sex 1000 times?" Chad said in a voice
which mixed excited lust with disgust and terror.
"Chad, I know it's a lot to digest, but my species lives for thousands
of years. Our breeding cycles run for about fifty years. We're going
to have hot horny lobsteroid sex a dozen times a day for the next
fifty years at least. When the rescue ship comes, we'll be already
have conquered this world, and it'll be ready to join the great Kivorq
Federation of Planets."
"I don- oh,oh, ah!" Chad's protests faded as Kevin's mandible touched
him. The two lobsteroids tumbled on to the utility room floor with
their limbs entwined. Each had a hooked finger like organ emerge from
beneath its tail and plunge upward under the other's abdominal
plating. The pale rubbery organs pressed against each other. Kevin and
Chad could feel the other pushing and straining to pump the marble
sized eggs through the small tubule into the other's churning sack of
semen and sperm. It was hot. It was indescribable. It went on forever.
Finally, it ended. The two lobsteroid's uncoupled but collapsed still
embracing exhausted from their mating ritual. It was close to 8
o'clock at night.
"Uh, thanks, Kevin?" Chad said or asked. He wasn't sure what to say.
"Thank you, Chad," Kevin answered brightly, "Ready to go again?"
"Uh, can we?" Chad asked with uncertain eagerness.
"Yeah, maybe in another half hour or so," Kevin answered, "Anyway,
while we wait we should talk about whose body you want to ride in."
"Whose body? Ride in?" Chad said trying to get his mind around the
concept.
"Dude, you really don't think people are going to accept you as a
lobsteroid walking down the street, do you? You got to wear a human
suit. Isn't there somebody at school you thought it might be fun to
be? How'd ya like to be Principal Dorffmann?"
"Dude, he's like 100 and bald and oh, fuck man you're joking, right?"
"Yeah, but you could be him if you wanted. You could be that rich
punk Brewster. I know you admire his Lamborghini."
"Hey, who the fuck gives their kid a Lamborghini when they're 16
anyway? He's a bit wimpy, but I bet I could work his body into shape.
Still he's got the tiniest dick. If he had Rico's body -minus some of
those tattoos...hm?"
"Actually, you can modify the suits. They're modular, so if the neck
size is the same, you can swap heads. Same thing with cocks. But when
you're not wearing the suit, it's well - like that or like a zombie
version. You can program it to walk and talk, but it's not exactly
normal. Well, you'll find out. Pick one body for now, and we'll
detail it over time," Kevin explained. "Uh, I know it's not been a
half hour, but I've gotten my wind, and I wa- mpft!" Kevin said, but
Chad's answer muffled his complete statement. Chad had been ready for
more 10 minutes ago.