It was six and a half hours before the meeting with the "Goliath". The module moved along the edge of the nebula, along the border of a black space and a light semi-gloss greenish haze. Further, the nebula became more dense and a golden glow erupted from its center. On the observation screens straight ahead, a fascinating spectacle opened up — giant spirals shining with opal shine consisting of clusters of trillions of tiny asteroids.

The effect of Trais Vegan pills has affected everyone in different ways. Asami had a very violent, but short-term reaction. When she had finished five times, she felt complete sexual satisfaction, but in her heart some kind of confusion began. Now, the girl was filled with anger at being forced to have sex with her. And although the sex turned out to be excellent, her wounded pride did not want to calm down and the young Asian could not accept the incident. No, she had no complaints about the guys. But this alien bitch is another matter. And yet, something did not give rest to the girl. One thought ... One suspicion.

Sergey and Igor, in spite of the fact that they, too, had ended, to the surprise of everyone, even Trisa herself did not calm down. Their members, after a short respite that lasted less than a quarter of an hour, came back to combat readiness.

“Your mother,” Kravtsov muttered. - Well, the riser. He that I have, now never settle down?

Sergey said nothing, just looked questioningly at the vegan. Trice shrugged. Looks like she arrived in confusion and some confusion.

“This drug has never been tested on humans before,” she said. - You are the first whose reaction to it, we are now seeing.

“Excellent,” Kravtsov laughed wickedly. - We, therefore, are now experimental rabbits.

“You can experiment here and on,” Asami suddenly said angrily. - I'm in the shower.

She got up and went to the part of the module where there was a small shower. Passing by the armchair in which the vegan was sitting, the girl suddenly darted to the side and grabbed Traisa's gun. Everyone froze, completely taken aback by this act. Then Sergey asked carefully.

- Asami what are you doing?

- Let this bitch undress!

The trunk of the energy-weapon moved menacingly. Asami was a very attentive and intelligent girl. Seeing how Trisa shot, she remembered how and what to do, where to press. Now all the rings were glowing, which meant that the weapons were ready for battle.

Thrice lifted herself up. She looked very scared.

- Bring back ...

- Shut up! Bitch alien! - Asami hissed. - Just step in my direction! I swear I'll shoot then!

- What's the matter? She asked, stilled in place. - Why are you threatening me? Is it because I forced you to enter into intercourse with men?

- And you yourself how you think? - mischievously said Japanese. - But it's not only that. There is something else.

- And what is it? - Thris asked ingratiatingly.

Veganka seemed to take herself in hand. Amazingly fast, admittedly. The initial fear has passed. Now, she looked just agitated.

“You need to arrange the same test that you did for us,” Asami said. She quickly looked at Igor and Sergey. - You are ready?

- Ready, uh ... what? - Sergey asked with caution.

“Besides, to fuck her,” the young Asian nodded toward the vegan.

- Are you serious? - Igor looked completely stunned. - Do you want us to ... her?

- What's wrong with that? - Asami snorted. - Or a little fuck alien?

- Yes, what does it have to do with it! - outraged Kravtsov. - She is not a man! She is a vegan - another race, another species, damn it!

- But she is a woman, you will not deny it? - Asami shrugged. - While very attractive, isn't it?

“Let's say,” Igor admitted reluctantly. - But she has a completely different physiology ...

“So I want her undressed,” the Japanese interrupted. “Let's see what her physiology is and if you can fuck her.”

“Listen, I wouldn’t want to,” Trice began, but the gun barrel turned again in her direction.

- You do not ask! - shouted Asami. - Do what you ordered. Take off your clothes And do not deny that, that you pretty started up while the guys fucked me. You liked it - admit it.

“Well, there was something interesting and exciting in your intercourse,” the vegan nodded.

- Well, that's what I thought! - exclaimed the young Asian. - She liked it! She started up. And how do you men?

“Human males are attractive enough,” Thrisa took a quick glance at the bewildered Igor and Sergey. - But still...

- No but! You should try.

- I ... But I'm a vegan! Light of Kalamant! Me and earth men!

“Okay, enough of it already beating it up,” Asami shouted. “Take off everything or I'll shoot.”

Thrisa realized that she was not persuading the dugout with any persuasion. And she seems really ready to shoot. Not as scared but extremely agitated, the vegan began to take off the armor. At first, she unfastened the massive shoulder plates. They separated with the collar. Then the vegan pressed somewhere to the side and the breast shell opened like a shell. All that was below the belt was a separate element of equipment. Trice pressed, here and there. The plates moved compactly behind each other until they joined into a single massive belt. After that, the alien removed it and laid it on the floor next to other parts of the armor. She was wearing a black tight-fitting garment, similar to tights with narrow shoulder straps. Trice, a little slow, pulled the two locks on the sides. And the clothes slipped silently from her body.

The sight was fascinating. The first thing that struck - this is the skin of Trisa. Of course, it was possible to judge what kind of skin she had when she for the first time took off her helmet, but it’s one thing to see the face and quite another to see a completely naked body. It is as if completely cast from mercury. And shone like metal, polished to a mirror shine. Physically, Trice looked like a man. She was slim and very flexible as a gymnast. Like the dugouts, Trisa had two breasts of the same shape. Medium size, tall and most likely tight. Nipples had a dark purple color and were surrounded by halos of tiny golden hairs. Slim waist turned into strong, with elegant hips, and they, in turn, into long slender legs. The feet of the vegan were elegant with a high lift and five fingers. The alien has no navel, in any case there were no signs of it and there was no hair on the pubis. It was not clear whether it was naturally or Trice simply shaved her crotch, like many earthly women. Below were small folds - labia and seemingly similar to women's. However, not yet see.

- That's awesome! - escaped from Igor.

- Well, boys, if you can stand, still fuck her? - Asami asked, herself amazed by the beauty and singularity of the alien.

“But why did you start this all the same?” - Sergey asked, being more cautious and suspicious than Kravtsov, who was staring at Treys quite shamelessly.

- I said: to check. What if she is a simulator? We do not know. Everyone passed the test except her.

- But this is ... how to say ... Nonsense! Nonsense! - indignant Trice.

- Why?

“If I were a Simulator, I would kill you from the very beginning.”

“Well, who knows how the Simulator behaves in the body of a vegan,” Asami shook her head.

“This is absurd,” she snorted, quite humanly. - He behaves the same way he always does. His behavior does not depend on the biological form.He only copies it and uses it as he needs.

“I want to check anyway,” Asami persisted. - I do not trust you. Remember, if something seems suspicious to me, I'll kill you.

“Then, I will immediately show something so that you would not perceive it as suspicious by the people of Earth ...”