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Chuo sat in his cramped box and cried. The entire combined space of thing thing left barely enough room for him to sit crosslegged without his head bumping the ceiling. There was just enough room for him to lie down with his legs stretched out. Chuo chewed on his paws and nails and looked around the tiny, brightly lit chamber. Tears rolled down his big furry cheeks, and he shuddered as another round of ragged, terrified, and desperate sobs started up.

Chuo could hear alien vocalizations outside of his cell. That's what he'd come to think of it as, when he realized he was completely trapped. Banging, chittering, and trumpeting could all be heard, muffled, through the walls of the cell. It seemed to be soundproofed beyond any capacity Chuo had ever seen, but he was too terrified and confused to give it real thought.

Chuo had no idea how he came to be in his cell. When he'd woken up, he'd quickly became frightened and confused, shouting out for help, asking if his friends or siblings were playing a prank on him. When absolutely nothing happened, and he was left to sit in the tiny 'room', he realized that there was no way this could be a prank. That's when he really started to panic.

He had no idea how long heed been sobbing and screaming. His sobs came out more and more ragged, and his throat and chest hurt. He pounded on the little tinted glass window at the front of his cell and shrieked.

"WH-WH-ERE AM I-I-I?? P-P-PUH-P-PLEASE! W-W-W-WHY AM I H-HERE?!" He'd done this before and, of course, nobody came. He could hardly choke out words through his desperate sobs.

He peeked out the window for the second time, but couldn't make out much, but what he did see terrified him. Countless other cells lined a wall opposite his and seemed to stretch out forever. A strange and horrifying, alien looking, beast, with antennae and mandibles, was gnawing at the window to its cell. The sight was too much for Chuo, and he turned face the white inner walls of his cell.

Chuo was exhausted from his crying and they'd slowed down to dry, heaving, shudders, that racked his entire body. Nothing about this made any sense. Nothing about this was okay. The sounds coming from Chuo's mouth had turned into repetitive and hoarse distress cries. He wheezed them out, over and over. His wet and despairing face twisted from from his sobs.

His terror and crying had exhausted him, so he curled up into a little ball on the floor of his cell. His big tail thumped on the ground and his long ears lay flat in listless defeat. He was gasping, terror refusing to release control of his breath. He shuddered as another round of sobs started, but exhaustion won out, and they died in his throat, coming out as a long, pleading whine. He curled up to hide from the world.

Dejected numbness settled over Chuo. His breathing settled, and his terror and despair seemed just a bit less overwhelming. His previous sobbing had left his throat raw, and he was dehydrated. Chuo didn't really want to move at all, but his need to drink something prompted him to explore his tiny cell.

He sat back up, hunched over. His eyes were red from crying and they stung a bit as he rubbed at them with his paws. He pulled gently at the whiskers and ears, stimming to sooth himself. Examining his cell, he found a strange basin at the back, a metal nozzle, running down from the roof and sticking out at an angle, a drain at the bottom, a small rough, blanket, and a plastic red ball he guessed was supposed to be a toy.

None of it seemed like it would help his growing thirst. He smacked his dry, pink, tongue and mouth. He checked the entire cell again, a task that took no time at all. He tested the window and corners, seeing if there were any loose parts. Unfortunately, it just confirmed what he already knew; he was completely and utterly trapped.

He began to shudder again, as more tears squeezed from his cyan eyes. Was he going to die of thirst, in this strange place? Glancing through his tears, he noticed something he hadn't before. Condensation covered the pipe and nozzle. He went to lick it up. When his mouth covered the end of the nozzle, a mechanism sounded inside the wall, and something flowed out, right into his mouth.

Surprised, Chuo, sputtered, coughed, and threw himself back from the nozzle. The liquid ran down his furry chin and he licked at it. Water! Well, it actually tasted kinda funny. There was an odd sweetness to it. Chuo didn't care and put his lips around the nozzle and sucked it down to quench his thirst.

When he finally pulled away, his head was feeling kind of fuzzy, and his emotions felt dampened. He yawned and found himself suddenly quite sleepy. His extremities felt numb and thoughts came slow. Chuo's eyes felt heavy and so did his limbs and tail. 'The water's drugged', he realized through the haze. After everything, the numb escape felt good. He grabbed the uncomfortable blanket and curled up. He didn't fall asleep. He just stared numbly, at the brightly lit white wall.

Chuo was a Cokui. The Cokui were an intelligent race from the planet Adtha, a planet that Chuo had no way to know he was traveling, faster than light, away from. Chuo was a fairly characteristic specimen of the Cokui. He was rodent like, with great big ears, great big hips, that attached to digitigrade legs and paws, and a great big strong tail. He, like most of the Cokui, was sizeable in terms of his testicles and penis, at least in proportion to his four foot, fully grown, body.

His fur was was such a dark purple, it was almost black. It gleamed with purple iridescence in the light. His hips were wider than his muscled shoulders and his flat chest sported two cyan nipples. His face had a wet and sensitive cyan nose and he had cyan irises. His cyan exposed flesh could turn pink like his dick or tongue, when he was excited. For now his dick was retracted in his furry sheath, propped up by his huge furry nuts.

Chuo noticed that the air in the room had stayed the same chill, but not cold, temperature. It wasn't stale, and their was a faint whirr of a fan. The air in the room was conditioned and filtered. The realization didn't mean much to Chuo in his spaced out, narcotic state. He thought dimly about what his family might be thinking. He wondered if they were looking for him. He missed dinner around their table. He missed their thatch home, and he missed running with streamers around the village center, to usher in the evening. He missed playing with his friends.

Chuo squeezed his eyes shut to try and sleep. Maybe it was all a nightmare and he'd wake up back at home to face another normal day of foraging, studying crafts, and caring for the village farm animals.

Whatever was in the water made Chuo sleep a black and dreamless sleep. It was pure black emptiness, amputated of imagination and dreams. When he woke up he had no way to tell how much time had passed, other than the desperate need pressing at his bladder. He was thirsty again too. His head was clearer, however, and he didn't want to get himself drunk again immediately.

He was bouncing his cyan padded foot with the need to urinate. He guessed he should just pee straight into that drain. Glancing back at that strange basin, however, Chuo thought it kinda looked like a toilet bowl. It has a place to support a biped's back and stirrup-like resting places for the thighs. It had a raised portion, in between the thigh rests, that looked like it was meant to catch urine from a sheath.

Chuo nervously crawled his way over. He sniffed at it, but of course it had the same sterile clean scent as the rest of his cell. Tentatively, he raised his tail up, turned around, and sat on it. It was comfortable, and that raised section covered his sheath perfectly, with an indent that ran, as if to direst a stream to the bottom of the basin.

Chuo shuddered and his eyes twitched with relief as he let go. The pink tip of his dick was just barely sticking from his sheath, and the toilet caught and redirected his stream with minimal splashes. The toiled flushed violently, and automatically with soapy liquid, cleaning the piss instantly. Just as he was about to get out of the toilet seat, a pressurized jet exploded from the bottom and from the raised bit. Cold disinfectant blasted against his hole, taint, balls, and cock. Chuo made a surprised and frightened squeaking sound, but by the time he even realized what was happening, the toilet had done it's work, cleaning him, and he was left with a dripping, but clean, crotch.

He awkwardly got on all fours to shake the remaining cleaning liquid off. It didn't work very well in the cramped cell. The ventilation in his cell picked up and he was hit with a dry and sterile breeze. It didn't take too long before his crotch was dry enough.

Chuo started to feel lonely and upset again. Tears were welling up. He wanted someone to explain what was going on. He was so frightened. He wanted to pace his tiny room on all fours, but there was barely enough room to turn around. He braved a couple of peeks through the window, but quickly backed away each time. He'd already discovered everything his room had to offer, it seemed. He clung onto the blanket for comfort. He bounced the red ball against the tinted pane of the window, but quickly grew bored of that.

He started to cry in earnest again. He wanted to strategize, but what could he do? He was trapped and feeling thirsty. He hung his head, ears flopping, and suckled on the water nozzle again. Soon his tears stopped again, drugged numbly by the water. He stared at the wall feeling empty, as he stimmed on his fingers.

Eventually there was a clicking sound and a bowl filled with goop appeared where a patch of floor was moments before. The bowl was attached to the ground, as if it had always been there. He went wide eyed and pried at the ground, trying to find a crevasse or some give. He found nothing.

Chuo guessed he was supposed to eat the goop in front of him. He sniffed at it, and it actually smelled delicious. He dipped a furry finger into it and licked some of the goop from his pink paw pad. It was salty and sweet at the same time, fatty too, kinda like sausage grease with syrup. Except there was no identifiable source of the flavor. It was just tasty goop.

Chuo didn't want to eat with his fingers, or bend down like an animal, but he was so hungry. He took another grief filled, shuddering breath and got on hands and knees to eat from the bowl. Soon his chops, cheeks, and chin had remnants of the goop in his fur there, and he was licking his bowl clean. He used his paws to clean his face of the remaining food, and licked them clean.

He curled up again, feeling haze, scared, and sad. Suddenly the lights flicked off. The harsh light was abrasive, but being in the dark with all the alien sounds was very scary for Chuo. He took another long drink from the water nozzle, and it calmed his nerves. Soon he slipped into another black, dreamless sleep.