Go on the rescue mission

You decide that a true alpha wouldn't sit around waiting for others to do their work for them. A true Alpha would be a man of action, and maybe try to get some pussy for himself. Channeling that intention, you write,

"I organize and join in on a rescue mission to see if anything is wrong with Captain Lucard. I do not hesitate in making this decision. If I discover something is wrong, I will immediately take action to solve it. If I discover that nothing is wrong, or nothing serious, I will join in on the Captain's sexual activities."

The computer writes out,

You immediately jump into action, running to the nearest landing shuttle and flying it down to the surface of the planet below. Several crew members you pass in the halls comment on your flushed face and your heavy panting, but you don't stop to give them an explanation. You're too eager to join your captain to waste any time. You pass through the planet's atmosphere, finding a landing zone near your captain's and exit the shuttle. It isn't hard to find the captain after that. You simply follow the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sound of female moaning, and the sound of male grunting.

You find the captain in much the same position as he was during your call. Balls deep in catgirl pussy. The only difference is that it is a different catgirl, and there are now a pile of exhausted and satisfied catgirls at his feet. The captain notices you, but doesn't stop pounding.

"Ah, hello there Lieutenant," he begins thrusting harder into the slut on all fours in front of him, "Good of you to join us."

You try to formulate a question, ask him what he's doing, why he's here, something! But you keep getting distracted, by the thrusting and the moaning. Without being fully conscious of the decision, you stop trying to come up with a question and just watch, enthralled by the captain's prowess.

"You probably wanted details on the ritual, that's why you came down here, right?" the captain asks, still pounding the moaning slut into oblivion. You nod dumbly, not even fully parsing the question, just agreeing.

"The natives have a very peculiar biology. Every 100 years, their entire population suddenly becomes female. Then, by fate, providence, or cosmic order, one male comes down from space and impregnates all of them," pound, pound, pound. You're so far gone you don't even realize you're drooling.

"It turns out, this century, that the one male is me. You may be wondering where that leaves you, but from the look on your face, I don't think there is much going on in that head of yours any more," the catgirl moans loudly as she reaches her climax, but you couldn't care less. The captain pulls out of her, and she collapses to the ground. He turns toward you, his erect cock aiming directly at your face.

"I am the only male on this planet, so you are now a female. A fertile, breeding bitch in heat. I'm genuinely a little surprised at how quickly you grew tits," Cock, cock, cock. Thoughts struggle to penetrate your brain, so shrouded in lust. The only words you can parse are "fertile breeding bitch." You moan. The captain brings his cock closer to your face, and you open your mouth to accept it.