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Yotan Homeship New Dawn - 1 year prior

The folf licked his lips as he munched on sugar-cakes. Usually he could not enjoy quite so many of these, rationing had often been a necessarily evil on Yotan Homeships but today was a special day: his 18th birthday, or at least what his adoptive family had figured it to be based on cellular testing. Having been abruptly adopted around the age of 5, after hopping who knows how many ships it wasn't really possible to know for sure.

"So how's the birthdays boy? He seems like he's really having a tough time today." Teased a female yote from the bunk above him; Sandra was Hack's current bunkmate, and the closest thing he had to a girlfriend, not that they'd done anything intimate.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna be so beat tomorrow I doubt I'll be able to launch on schedule." He joked back, "besides, you haven't even given me a goodbye present..."

She groaned in slight irritation, shaking her head. "Why do you have to insist in traveling halfway across the galaxy, on your own, to some mysterious coordinates that may or may not be related to your species anyway? You know we need your skills here."

Hack looked down, and shook his head, half the crew had said something to that effect; about the only one who wasn't trying to get him to stay was his adoptive father, he understood exactly why this was so important. "Naw, you have plenty of good programmers, technicians, engineers and pilots, and I eat too much!" He snickered, knowing full well he did actually require somewhat more food than most Yotan due to a faster metabolism.

"But they're not... you, Hack." Her tone was softer, rather unusually so for the trained Special Defense trooper she was, expected to use what would be considered atypical tactics to keep the pack safe at any cost... her training partly on display as she deftly flipped down from the bunk. "But you're right, I do owe you a present..." The female yote grinned back at him as she unzipped her jacket, letting it fall to the floor as she removed her undergarments, turning around slowly to show him her lithe figure and b-cup breasts. "Like your present so far? It gets better." She murred, moving in to nuzzle him. He murred back, returning the affection, his shaft quickly hardening under his clothing. "I've been waiting a long time for this dear..." his girlfriend huffed seductively into his ear, making a shiver run down the folf's spine.

"Sandra..." Hack panted as she began to unzip his pants, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this." He replied softly, shaking his head as he placed his paw hand on hers, stopping her, "but... I'm sorry, I can't risk creating another orphan like myself."

"Wh-what? You still aren't interested?" She yipped, looking shocked, annoyed and slightly insulted.

"No no no, 2 years ago I hadn't quite... matured you see;" he nuzzled her, kissing her cheek, "I'm extremely interested, but if I'm going to have pups, I want to be there to raise them. Sandra, I can't say when, but I will return, then we can catch up properly."

She whimpered but hugged him, "I'll be waiting, Hack."

Present Day

"S-Sandra," Hack groaned as he abruptly awoke back in Gerra's bed, "no matter how long it takes." He whined, trying to stand, but finding his legs would not hold steady, flopping back into the bed.

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Hours later, the Gnoll awoke feeling rather refreshed, in spite of confusingly unfamiliar images she'd dreamt. Must've been from skipping dinner, she thought, getting out of bed carefully so as not to disturb the folf asleep beside her; s __uch a cute little thing... y_ oung, impressionable..._ a __nd a virgin! Best. Catch. Ever! W_ onder who Sandra is? I'll have t_a ask him later, I'm starving!

Gerra quickly threw on some near tattered pants resembling jeans and a stretched out tank top, then silently padded out into the stone hall. The metal door of her room locked with a soft click behind her. She doubted he'd even be in any state to stand, much less open the heavy door, but wasn't about to take any chances; especially since she'd lost her last pet because she had forgotten to lock the door. The hall was roughly cut into solid rock of the barren world they'd settled on, not like we could do much better with primitive tools and what we can scavenge. She grumbled inwardly as she headed towards the cavern which served as their Hangar, a grin returning to her face. Normally she'd have gone the other way, to the storerooms, but she was not in the mood to argue with whatever female had been designated quartermaster for mildly pissing off the matriarch. No, she was in a good mood, dammit, and that was something very rare for a Gnoll; plus it helped she still had first dibs on whatever that sap had had in his ship. Well... technically second dibs, the Matriarch always got the first pick, but unless it was a combat vessel, she typically ignored anything smaller than a freighter.

A small party of much shorter Gnolls waiting near the hatch of the beat up shuttle confirmed the matriarch had either taken what she wanted or decided it wasn't worth her time - most likely the latter. "Move yer tails outta the way, unless ya want me to take 'em!" She called out loudly, but not at the volume of a shout or scream. At that the diminutive males Gnolls, who were around two feet shorter than her, quickly parted, looking downwards or otherwise avoiding eye contact. They were quite used to this kind of thing; in fact, most females would have just shoved their way through, bruising any guy in the way for not paying proper attention to where their betters were walking. Better they get a chance to respect me, she thought,then I can punish them harder if they fail to. She rummaged about in various small storage spaces, looking for useful things. Not valuable things, no: virtually no one wanted to get caught trading with Gnolls, and though the few who did knew better than to approach them directly - as there was always the danger the Leonin would capture and interrogate them. As such trading was done as little as once a year, and normally just for absolute emergencies; this meant her priorities were food, medicine, weapons, and other personal essentials.

"Hmm, was fairly well stocked, must've been planning a long journey." Gerra considered aloud as she cherry-picked the dried foodstuffs with the longest shelf lives, before something caught her eye, stuffed behind a small bunk. It seemed like a small laptop computer of some sort, but the casing looked extremely durable. She was strong enough to break most anything if she really wanted to, but it looked like breaking this could be a challenge. "Hmm, could be useful.." she noted to herself, sticking it in the bag with everything else she'd selected, glancing over everything one more time before leaving the ship for the scavenging crew to pick over.

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Some time later, Gerra padded in, carrying a bowl full of something steaming. "Good mornin' pet~" she murred sweetly, "got something tasty for ya. Oh by the way, who's Sandra?"

Hack blushed slightly, causing Gerra to snicker as he responded. "I'd r-rather not talk about it... what did you do to my legs???" Try as he might, the folf's legs would barely move on their own, twitching slightly as he tried to pull himself into an upright position.

"Oh that? Just a side effect of me going ta town on yer ass last night, you'll get over that after some rest. Now as yer owner I insist on knowing, who's Sandra?"

"She was my girlfriend," he sighed with a groan, not making eye contact with Gerra, "not that we ever did anything, as much as she wanted to."

"Oh? And why not? Is it because ya love getting reamed so much?" She snickered, causing him to blush.

"No, please mistress, I really don't want to talk about this now, it makes me feel sick."

She glared at him, he could swear her green eyes were practically glowing in ... anger? Or was it something else? "Ok then..." she replied flatly, suddenly forcing his wrists behind his back and cuffing them, "but fer that, ya get ta eat this the old fashioned way," she grinned, setting the bowl in front of him, "maw and tongue only."

Hack blushed again as he leaned over the bowl, starting to lap up its warm and mushy contents. To his surprise it tasted rather sweet, like a strange combination of oatmeal and cream of wheat. "Good boy," she chuckled, ruffling the fur on his head as he lapped up his breakfast. "I know it's not much, but it'll fill ya up. Our supplies are kinda limited ya see."

"Oh, I'm no stranger to that;" he replied, "when you and your family have lived the past centuries drifting around space in the same ship, with just a few hydroponics bays and limited trading, stuff gets rationed often."

"Hmm, we're not very good at producing our own food," she thought aloud, "most of these supplies were, erm, 'donated'. If possible from Leonin traders that no longer need anything at all." Hack shuddered at this, the Leonin were assholes, and he had a history with them. However, this implication was harsher than he was comfortable with. "Better than they'd do ta us, there's an Imperial kill order on all Gnolls. Anyway, how was that meal, little puppy?"

"Um... good? I would have preferred a spoon?" He couldn't bring himself to admit that he enjoyed being made to eat with just his maw. "S-say, hydroponics isn't much my thing, but perhaps I could be of help to you?"

There was a long, awkward silence as she stared at him, almost wondering if she couldn't believe someone was offering to help them, then she burst out in heavy laughter. "Hahaha, oh, silly folf. It's a good thing the matriarch didn't hear that, she'd have you 'helping' us as a practice target." She then pulled him closer, "look, I am really touched by this offer, but ya really don't wanna rock the boat 'round here, it will only cause ya pain with the others."

Of course they are backwards, he sighed as he grumbled inwardly to himself,why else would they have to resort to piracy for most things?

"Oh, and by the way pet, I have patrol duty in a few minutes, so I'm going to have ta leave you on yer own;" she murred with a teasing nuzzle as she uncuffed his wrists, "stay in the room, and don't do anything you'll regret, I'll be back in a few hours..." At this she left the room and locked the door behind her.

Hack tried to stand, but each time he stumbled back into bed. "Rrgh, damn legs," he growled aloud, unable to keep from thinking back to getting fucked the night before. He had not only enjoyed it, but admitted to his captor that he enjoyed it. Not good, she definitely had power over him mentally as well as physically, but what else can I __do? At least this Gerra seem_ s_ to be somewhat reasonable, and not incredibly cruel... s_ince he could not stand, he took a better look around the room, being aware of surroundings was crucial in a hostile environment. The room was somewhat sparse, a combination of a bedroom, and den/living room. A lot of the furniture looked fairly primitive in it's construction and... old. A sort of display rack over what appeared to also serve as a cooking area had several weapons cases, all apparently locked._T __hey look like Leonin makes - overpowered plasma casters in various form factors, all of are almost as dangerous to their users as their targets; but a few seem far more primitive and from a species I c_ a n't place._ These aren't _modern energy-based weapons, nor are_ they the smart projectile variety favored by a few powers... p __erhaps they were made by Gnolls prior to Leonin interference? Hmm, in spite of the crude furnishings, this place is kinda cozy... n __o, I_ can't think like that, I'm her prisoner; she's just using me, it's all a big head game! Just wait, in a few days she'll be trying to get defense statistics and my family's ship's location! But... I'm not really sure of that at this point._ Hack shook his head and groaned, feeling far to exhausted to keep thinking about this, closing his eyes and curling up on the pillow filled bed, hoping to feel better after a nap.