I don’t know who will read these notes and what you know or don’t know about our lives, so I’ll try to explain some details that are obvious to everyone here.

That day I woke up late and only because Liam-Daniel and Ava-Jane involved me in their sex. I like that kind of awakening! I joined in the action with both of them, then caught my breath, kissed them both and went to the control room, leaving them to the second round.

We had no urgent work to do. Our Exylorin slowly made its way out of the system to the next jump point. We completed the standard system survey. After data processing, the system will be added to the list of colonization candidates, and probably in a few decades, some Federation colony transports will arrive here, bringing the mix of races that would like to inhabit two local planets with suitable conditions.

I was walking slowly down the corridor when a bunch of little Ko’lashi jumped out from around the corner and climbed up me like a tree, chirping and whistling happily. Soon three adults followed, I recognized Xylo’kai by the distinctive black and white stripes on his head, the other two were probably his current mates. Laughing, we caught all the six-armed coala-like cubs together and returned them to their parents.

Ko’lashi are the only species that reproduce even on short survey missions like ours. Given their one-year lifespan, they have no other choice. Ko’lashi never rely on a single individual, they use sex to constantly exchange not only genetic material, but also knowledge, thoughts and personal traits, so they are a kind of loose hive mind. And they are so fluffy and cute!

Quietly, I entered the control room. Mia-Harper was already there, leaning over the holopanels, her straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders, accentuating her perfectly sexy form. Our ancestors on Earth centuries ago were used to wearing clothes and restricting sex; we, modern Humans, do neither because our genetic modifications free us from such annoyances as diseases and unwanted pregnancies. So I approached Mia-Harper and kissed her ear, she purred and met my lips with hers, then I entered her from behind and we began to move slowly, reviewing the data together and letting the pleasure build within us.

We were at the peak of our mutual orgasm when we were suddenly thrown against the wall. Exylorin shook and rumbled from the impact.

For the next two hours we were all extremely busy, getting into our vacuum suits, patching up the hull, retrieving things thrown into space, leveling the ship, and doing dozens of other emergency things.

Finally, we all gathered in the control room. Demyx assumed the role of temporary captain. Like all insectoid Trizurith, de preferred to be on top of things, so de climbed onto the now dark console, dis wings trembling.

“As you probably guessed by now,” de said in Interlang-3, which we all understood, “we survived the meteor impact. I have some good news and some bad news. Let me start with the good: the ship is still flying and still capable of hyperspace. We still have life support. Now for the bad news...”

Unable to contain dis anxiety, Demyx flapped dis wings and made a circle under the ceiling, then settled down and continued.

“Our ship Brain is dead. Two of the debris hit the cooling system and detangled its quantum core. The data storage is intact, but we are without the Brain until we reach our base.”

The silence fell. We Humans huddled together in a large pile with Ko’lashi for support, some Ko’lashi quietly making love even at that moment. No Brain, no navigation, no way to get back to our base through hyperspace.

Demyx continued. “The long-range subspace antennas are a mess, too. We are limited to intra-system communications.” One thing was a perfect complement to another. No way out, no way to call for help.

“Now about the crew losses ... We lost eight Ko’lashi.” Even for the Ko’lashi themselves, this was not particularly disturbing. For their hive, losing eight individuals was like losing one of six arms that would soon regenerate anyway.

“And ... we lost Glimvora.”

That was much worse. As Demyx said this, Tevrix and Drilox brought a hammock with Gelthorim into the room and placed gim against the wall. Gelthorim was physically intact, but emotionally devastated, capable only of incoherent humming and sighing.

Vorsklorb, the great snail-like sages, could not live alone. They needed constant physical and emotional contact with others, they needed non-stop sex just to live. We had two Vorsklorb on board, and now there was only one left. Without the second Vorsklorb, Gelthorim would die within twenty-four hours.

I and other humans rushed to Gelthorim, pressed our bodies against gis, hugged gis cool, slimy skin. Maybe we could ease gis pain, at least temporarily, until we could find the way to rescue gim? Gelthorim hummed something like “Thank you ... Stay close, please...”

While we comforted Gelthorim, Demyx continued dis report. De spoke calmly and confidently, as an experienced captain should, even though he was the youngest among us, barely thirty Federation years old, and had no captain’s experience. But de was a good scientific leader, that was about the same.

“In principle, Gelthorim is smart enough to handle manual navigation home. Could you?”

“I can...” Gelthorim sighed.

We raised our heads. That was the first glimpse of hope!

“ ... If only we could find a way to keep gim alive and in good shape. Hugging gim helps, but it is not enough...”

Really. Vorsklorb also have sex with each other all the time. By now, all four of gis side penises were painfully erect and dripping clear fluid. Lily-Ann carefully squeezed the closest one. It throbbed in her hands and squirted about a cup of viscous fluid between her breasts. Gelthorim let out a groan of relief.

“Oh...” Lily-Ann curiously dipped her finger into the liquid that slowly trickled down to her waist, sniffing and licking it. “Wow! It tastes almost like human sperm, maybe even better...”

I held out my hand, took a sample and tasted it. Really, it was a nice and familiar taste...

We exchanged glances. The vague outline of the plan began to form in our minds. Gelthorim groaned impatiently and touched us gently. I looked at gis four vaginal protrusions from the other side and carefully pushed my fist into the closest one. It grabbed my hand greedily, wrapped around it, and sucked it in almost to my elbow. I moved it back and forth several times. Gelthorim trembled. Another groan of relief.

“Excellent!” Tevrix leapt into the air and fluttered tis wings. “So you humans will be Gelthorim’s emotional, tactile and sexual support creatures on our way home!”

We exchanged glances. It almost sounded right, but...

“So, just like that? Constantly hugging and masturbating gim?” Oliver-Jacob clarified.

“Your hands won’t be enough. Gelthorim also needs your sperm fluid...”

“And, to supplement things, your females could take gis penises in their vaginas,” Drilox concluded. “You Humans are copulating almost as often as Ko’lashi, it won’t be a big deal to you.”

We exchanged looks and giggled nervously.

“I’d love to help,” Mia-Harper said, giggling, “but look at the size! It would tear me apart!”

“And a cup of sperm every time? I don’t have that much room in my uterus! I would explode!” Ava-Jane added.

“And, um, on our side...” I continued. “Our women might be able to take hours of non-stop sex, but we men can’t cum that much ... And, again, there’s the size disparity...”

“That’s nothing! We could adapt your bodies in two hours!” Tevrix jumped enthusiastically. “Our bio lab hasn’t suffered any damage!”

Okay. If the Trizurith say they can do some bio-modification, that means they really can. Bioengineering is their specialty.

“So let’s do it!” Demyx concluded and began to give orders. “Humans, divide into two groups, four males and four females each. Tevrix and Drilox, take the first group to the modification. Ko’lashi, you’ll be our working hands. Mount the Gelthorim’s hammock in front of the navigation console and the Human seats at its sides. The second group of Humans, comfort Gelthorim with your hands and bodies while we prepare everything...”.

De acted like a real captain!

We split into two groups, I was in the first.

The Trizurith bio-lab looked like nothing else on the ship. Trizurith are masters of biotechnology, they almost never use tools, instead they grow special servant species for each task. So everything in the lab was crawling, swarming, and buzzing.