Most space marines in the United Offworld Federation wore two kinds of power armor; Their standard issue, and their standard issue painted black so that they wouldn't get into trouble when they were hired as mercenaries. Kelvin McCarty was only different in that he painted on a few red stripes in addition. During his two months of leave, he had been contracted by a few privateers who were making a trading run to the outer rim. Reports said a ship had crashed on a planet out there about a century ago, and if there were any survivors, their descendants would have no idea about the value of the ship's contents. During the three week journey to the planet, he had the fortune, or misfortune, of getting to know the ship's crew. The captain was a chubby humorless jerk who spoke with a Scottish accent, the engineer was a grumpy woman with two cybernetic arms, and the face of the crew was an overly talkative android with a head that looked like a security camera. "Why the hell don't ya take yer armor off in the ship?" the android asked him as the ship entered the planet's orbit. "I never take it off, chum." McCarty replied dryly, as the crew sat in the ships dining hall. "C'mon buddy, ya keep bangin' yer head on door frames 'n bulkheads 'n shit. Dunnit hurt ya, even a little?" "I never take my helmet off either." he said through his helmet. "I like my anonymity too much." "Yeah, well I like my ship's bulkheads not having dents in them." the captain said glumly while he lit himself a cigarette. The ship landed near the survivors' village without incident, and the human tribesfolk came in droves to speak to them. The crew was surprised by their numbers, their willingness to trade, as well as how well they spoke English. While the crew went about their jobs, the space marine had nothing to do. Or to shoot at. He found the android, who was selling a hunter some kind of old revolver. "I'm going to explore for a bit, maybe kill something." "Yeah, yeah. We're leavin' in four days, so if ya don't find a nice summer home here, be back by then." McCarty left the tribal village, and hiked for about a day. He took in the sights and sounds of the jungle planet, shot a couple of wolf looking things, and then came across a clearing on the other side of an enormous cliff. The next day, he climbed down and walked towards the clearing, which turned out to be a a cluster of hot springs. As he looked over his shoulder to see the alien sun setting, he decided that this would be a good place to clean off his muddied armor. He put his gun on the ground, and tossed the dead wolf-things next to it. But before he could clean himself, a decidedly masculine, but slightly effeminate voice shouted at him. "Don't you think about bathing in here, stone-thing!" the alien said as it swam out of the hot spring and onto is rocky shore. The slick, grey skin of the alien glistened in the sunlight as he revealed himself to the marine. He was bedecked in strange copper body chains and jewelry that hung from his tight body. The torso of the alien was longer than that of an average humans and was lined with strange slits that opened slightly as he breathed. Instead of legs, the alien's lower body narrowed into a tail like that of a dolphin, and had two slits on his waste, both an inch long. The alien's head was featureless except for two long, jeweled ears that jutted sideways out of his head, and a wide mouth that extended across its face, revealing a row of dull teeth. The alien somehow took notice as the space marine's codpiece bulged a bit, and licked his teeth teasingly, lying forward seductively. "I've never seen you in this jungle before. Why are you here? Would you like a reason to stay?" The alien flipped onto its back as the top slit opened, and the his slick member emerged from it. It extended itself to about seven inches long and wrapped around his hand as though he was controlling it. It was very slim at the tip, widening at the base. McCarty was surprised, at first, that the alien testicles were nowhere to be seen. "I'm just here on a business trip." The space marine's penis poked uncomfortably against the codpiece of his power armor. He walked over towards the overturned alien and crouched down over his head. As he did so, his codpiece popped off over the alien's head and onto the shore of the pool. His foot-and-a-half-long, cybernetic cock hung over the face of the alien as it leaked pre cum onto him. The alien's face lit up as he flipped onto his belly and propped himself on to his elbows, coming face to face with the space marine's cock. More pre dribbled from his rod as the alien excitedly ran his hands along its throbbing length. The alien was mesmerized by the mysterious c retires cocktail, stroking it's gently, and tasting the fluid it leaked with his tongue. T He suddenly stopped, smiled seductively and used his tail to flick himself backwards, landing on his back. He ran his fingers under his jewelry, twisting his pierced nipples and rubbing his prehensile penis. At one point, he bent his head back and began exclusively toying with his nipples, and as he did so his penis made a beckoning motion at the marine. McCarty walked over the alien, and positioned himself above the alien so that he was face to face with the him, and his rod was just about to enter the alien's second slit. The alien stroked the marine's stiff member with his own, and began breathing heavily as he rubbed his featureless forehead against his helmet, licking it every so often. But as the space marine began to penetrate the alien's anus, he spoke up. "H-hey... I don't think its gonna fit." he said nervously as McCarty's metallic glans entered the his slit. The alien protests became louder and more frantic as more of the marine's length entered him. "S-stop, p-p-please! I- Aauugh!" the alien moaned in equal parts pain and pleasure as McCarty's rod entered him fully. "N-no, I'm t-too tight." "You're just tight enough, if you ask me." Using his cock like a hook, he returned to a crouching position, dragging the alien up to his chest with him. The alien yelped as the space marine held him in place and dragged his cock in and out of him. He leaned over the marine's shoulder, groping his tight armored butt as McCarty stretched and punished his drooling slit. When the pleasure became to much for the alien, tiny orange eggs erupted from his flailing penis, landing on the marine's chest and thighs. Shortly after this, the marine's own cock released his seed into the alien. His balls throbbed within his armor, pumping his seed into the alien's tight anus as jets of it squirted out of its side. After a moment of rest, the marine pulled the alien off of his still erect rod, dropping him onto the ground as cum and slime dripped from it. "Look what you did. It's all over me." he said, wiping the alien's eggs from his body. "I ain't finished with you yet." The alien was to weak to answer, and only moaned about how full he was. McCarty sauntered over to the aliens head, crouched again, and picked him up by his neck. "No thanks, I'll pass for now." the alien said weakly. But the marine didn't seem to care as the thrust his cock into the alien's wide mouth, and down his throat. McCarty thrust his hips forward into the alien, as the alien's clenching throat became weaker and weaker. After another few minutes of throat-fucking, the marine came again, this time spraying twice as much cum into the unconscious alien's quivering body. The alien's member once again sprayed his eggs, but this time haphazardly, only dirtying himself with his cum. White semen leaked out of the gills on the side of the alien, which sputtered and spurted as McCarty pulled his schlong out of his mouth. The marine walked across the trembling alien's body to fetch his codpiece, as pools of semen formed around the waist, sides and mouth of the alien. After adjusting his armor and cleaning it in the hot spring, McCarty stood over the alien, who had awoken again, and began to toy with is penis. "Thanks for the good time, chum. If you ever need someone killed, here's my card." He flicked his business card onto the smiling alien, picked up his gun and hunting trophies, and began his trek back. After another day of walking, climbing, and walking again, McCarty arrived back at the village. The crew of the ship were loading crates into the cargo hold, and he joined them, finishing the job quickly. "So," the captain said, lighting another cigarette, "those are some nice pelts you got yourself there. You get anything else?" "I got me some great ass." he braged, giving the captain a thumbs up. "That's fuckin' gross dude, I don't wanna hear about your sex life."