Two more Helcions.

Watching through the plexiglass shower door two Helcion crew enter the med bay wheeling steel framed medical style gurneys. Momo looks up from the report she had been dictating and gives them a bright smile and a little wave. Both of the newcomers are clad in red ruanite leggings and crop tops with black ankle length high heeled boots. Utility belts with holstered blasters and other tools fit snugly on their hips. The first is tall and thin, the skintight top showing tiny breasts that barely swell the red synthetic fabric. Her complexion is pale and she has fine white blonde hair shaved on one side of her head and hanging to her slim shoulder on the other side. Her companion by contrast has skin as dark as the black of space and is slightly shorter, but athletically muscled. The darker Helcion's hair is cut severely short and dyed a bright red to match her clothing.

"Hey guys wassup?" Momo greets them informally.

"Picking up the last of the merchandise and moving them to the hold." The blonde explains, she glances in the direction of the shower and seeing me inside immediately stiffens and straightens her posture. A moment later her companion after following the blondes gaze does likewise.

"Uh Captain Domino." The blonde exclaims, raising a balled fist across her chest in salute. "We were not expecting...uh how did you get from the bridge to here before us?"

"That's not the Captain silly." Momo laughs. "She's out of one of the pods. She is gonna fix the grav drive. We're calling her sweetcheeks cause of that big round butt."

Momo presses a control on her wristcom and the water in the shower shuts off and the plexiglass panel slides open. I throw one arm across my large breasts and cover my hairless pussy with the other hand. The two new Helcions snigger at my attempt to preserve my modesty. They grin as they inspect me appreciatively like predators observing their next meal.

"She's still kinda uptight around strangers, sorry." Momo apologises. "She warms up to folk once she gets fingerbanged and you give her an orgasm though."

I feel my face redden with a flush, but it is true that I had felt more at ease being naked in front of Momo after our session in engineering. The red clad crew members are still chuckling as they begin the task of transferring the naked female bodies from the healing tubes to the gurneys. Working as a well practiced team it is short work for them to lift the still torpored bodies onto the medical carts and then magnetise the cuffs and collars to hold them in place. I realise now that one of those moved looks exactly like the tall blonde Helcion. The tall Helcion looks down at her cloned twin shaking her head and giggles.

"Still freaky to see a slut that looks just like me like this." She comments, she runs her hand over the naked body and gives one pale pink nipple a pinch.

"Jealous Whipp?" Her dusky companion teases. "Getting juiced up imagining that was you?"

"In your dreams Latoyah." The blonde snorts. "These pussies might look like us, but they ain't Helcions."

"Hey can we borrow Sweetcheeks?" The red haired Latoyah asks Momo. "If she can push your sister there it would save us a trip."

The last torpored woman in a healing pod is the one cloned from Momo's DNA. The original Momo thinks for a moment then nods. A touch of her wristcom and a hatch opens in the wall and another gurney is pushed out into the med bay. The Helcions quickly transfer the last transformed and comatose female to the cart.

"Uh Momo, clothes?" I prompt the medic. "Domino, I mean your Captain did say...."

"Yeah yeah, okay Sweety." Momo cuts me off with a heavy sigh. "A deals a deal I guess. Put your hands and feet back on the marks."

Though I am confused by her command I obey and all three Helcions smirk as assume the position in the shower and expose my nude body to their lascivious stares. There is a hiss and panels slide open in the walls at chest and hip height. A pair of retractable arms fitted with spray nozzles slide out from the recesses behind the panels as Momo taps commands into her comm. The arms move swiftly, the nozzles spraying a sticky bright orange liquid covering my breasts and pussy before circling my body to spray across my back and asscheeks. The warm sticky liquid cools rapidly, forming the elastic rubbery texture of Ruanite short shorts and a halter top. My breasts, pussy and butt might be covered, but as with the Helcions clothing the ruanite is like a thin second skin and does nothing to mask my big erect nipples or the meaty cleft of my labia.

"Grab that last trolley Sweetcheeks." Whipp orders. "Just follow us and do what we tell you okay?"