<strong>Fneech'ngkt</strong><br/><br/>Ah, a mating drone! It says enough about our own species that many of the innovations in robotics that allowed our maintenance droids to work originate from mating drone technology; we're certainly familiar with them in their various forms. This one appeared organic, and hadn't evolved a coin slot yet like the ones back home. Not that an extraningtiktik machine would be likely to accept Imperial Zwillies anyway.<br/><br/><strong>"Right TRAL, get us off this little planet before we start a war with it,"</strong>I ordered, before I got too engrossed in playing with our new toy.<strong>"A truth serum? You crafty squidheaded sorceress,"</strong>I whispered in Nystl-za's ear, letting my hand tease her sex gratefully for a moment as Hroon did something strange but cute to her leg. All the pheromones filled the room with a strong, enticing smell.<strong>"Go and get it then, before I give her a Potion of Increased Stupidity by mistake. That doesn't bear thinking about. Run along!"</strong>I chuckled, giving her a firm slap on the rear.<br/><br/><strong>"Gnongk, let's enjoy the view of this creature's planet while we teach it what to do with our telescopic tentacles,"</strong>I grinned, opening a bottle of the local intoxicant and taking a healthy swig as I flipped up my loinskull, exposing my mating tentacles. Standing over the pink slut-creature, I rubbed my seven thick, extending appendages over the lips and inflated breasts of our captain, and wondered where to stuff them first.<br/><br/>