There's no time for a trip to your quarters

There's no time for a relaxed fuck session with your alien first officer. You need her now. Quickly.

You kiss her aggressively, your hands roaming over her big breasts, finding the seams of her uniform bodysuit, hands sliding inside to cup her breasts and caress her warm flesh. She strips out, her blue skin like fire against your kiss. Her ass is incredible, her big breasts are perfect, you would envy them if you weren't too busy sucking the fat, purple nipples into your mouth. She sits back on the couch beside you and spreads her legs.

"I know you wanted to see this," she says. "It can be whatever you want."

She has a smooth mound of flesh between her legs with a small genital opening, not unlike a woman's, but smaller and without all the flesh. As you watch it begins to change, soft petals of flesh glide out and part to either side of the slit and a tiny, hooded bud forms atop the orifice, now a perfect little pussy. You stroke her inner thigh, amazed at the sight. Your fingers brush across the lips and she shivers.

"So you can...change it into anything?"

"Within reason," she says, "but I only control it a little bit. It conforms to your desires as much as mine."

"Oh, really?" you smile and lean your face down. The pussy shifts, the clit swelling to form a tiny penis. Only two inches or so in length. You quickly wrap your lips around it and begin sucking. Your fingers tease up Oowara's thigh and you stroke the swollen lips of her newly-made cunt.

You finger her increasingly wet slit and suck her miniature prick until she is squirming beneath you. You lift your mouth from her sex and kiss her. Your fingers touch the head of her cock and it's growing, swelling to meet your new desires.

You lean forward and kiss her as you shuck the cling-tight bodysuit down your thighs to reveal your white cotton panties. Your tongues dance together in the hot confines of her mouth. You straddle her lap and mash your breasts together. You can feel her alien dick against the soaked crotch of your cotton panties. It is huge and throbbing. You reach between you and pull aside the fabric of your panties. You guide the drooling head of her newly-made cock to your entrance.

"I want it inside me," you moan.

"Yes," her breath is hot against your lips, "yes, ride me, captain."

You moan together as you impale yourself on the spear of her cock. It sinks between your lubed labia and fills you up with its hot hardness. You kiss her again as you slide down until you are sitting on her lap and your tight tunnel is stuffed full of your first officer's shape-shifting cock. You roll your hips, riding her fast and hard. Your kisses are sloppy. Your hands rove over her breasts, hers grab your ass, hold it tight as you buck on her dick.

Her cock itself is active. Hard lumps form that throb against your clit. It shifts and moves and conforms its shape to your cunt, filling you exactly as you had hoped to be filled.

"I can feel your pleasure in my head," Oowara moans. "You are nearly there."

"Yess," you cry and kiss her neck, bouncing on her lap, ass firmly cradled by her hands. "Cum with me!"

"It is," Oowara gasps, "inevitable."

You sit higher than her, knees on the couch so she can slam her alien prick up into your aching slit. You cradle her head with both hands and look into her eyes, begging her to fuck you harder and harder. You don't even need to say it aloud, she can hear it echoing in your head. She holds your ass tight in her hands and thrusts into you with a wet slosh and slap of flesh.

Your orgasm explodes in you and you kiss her, thrusting your tongue into her mouth as your cunt begins to spasm around her dick. You can feel it shuddering inside you, but there is no cum. Just a powerful throbbing pulse that synchronizes with your own orgasmic contractions in a perfect harmony of climax. You break the kissing, smiling down at her, meeting her gaze, seeing the gray detail in the eyes you thought were black. Her shapeshifting dick slides easily out of you and begins to retract into her body.

"Want to go again?" you ask, a bit out of breath.

She smiles back and begins to answer, but her "yes" is cut off by the chiming of the intercom.

"Captain," it's Sneet. "We have arrived at Omicron-69. Would you like us to begin docking procedures."

Oowara flutters her eyelashes at you and drags her fingers down your breast to tease your nipple.

"Y-" you clear your throat. "Yes. Commence docking procedure. I will join you on the bridge shortly. I am just wrapping up a...uh...conference..."

"Yes, ship's mistress," says Sneet.

You give Oowara one last kiss and climb from her lap. The penis she fucked you with is gone. There is only the mound and the little slit. She pulls her bodysuit back into place and her sex is gone from view. Your legs are quivering but you manage to get dressed as well.

"Go first," you order her. She nods and departs, her luscious ass outlined by her bodysuit. You tear your eyes away from the sight. You quickly drink a glass of water and smooth your hair in the mirror. It's time to get to work.