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My name? Who can remember. I haven't needed it for quite some time now. Not since the Great Galactic War reached this planet, and I along with it. All that matters now is my work. The work. The only work on this world ... possibly the only work in this sector. Certainly the only work for parsecs in any direction that actually matters.

I am a starship engineer. No mere technician, no mere pilot. _The_Engineer. I was second only to the Admiral himself. Blessed by the Galactic Emperor with the entire Empire's knowledge of starship design, manufacture, repair, and maintenance. Blessed also with a nearly indestructible synth body, so as to ensure the Fifth Fleet would never be without its Engineer.

Now, though ... the Engineer finds himself without a fleet.

The battle had not gone well for the Empire's Fifth Fleet in this system. Perhaps they had not gone well for the Federation, either. My battlecruiser was forced to crash land on this planet early in the engagement, back when this planet still supported abundant life and many Federation settlers. All that has changed now. When the radiation finally subsided and the swarms of micro-projectiles finally cleared, my situation also became clear to me. I was stranded. Marooned. As far as I could tell, no other organism on this planet survived the onslaught. Nor had any of the Federation or Imperial ships. I was ... alone.

That was over forty epicycles ago. An eternity to most. Nothing for my synth body. Yet it is troubling that Imperial High Command has made no efforts to contact me. Not even any effort to ascertain the status of their missing fleet. This is not a good sign. Have we lost the war? Does it even matter now? Of course, interstellar communication is only practical via a courier starship's warp drive. Messages would take ages to travel such distances crawling at mere light speed. Even so, it has already been more_than long enough for the Empire to send even simple radio messages. Had they already written off the entire fleet as lost forever? Does Imperial High Command even _exist anymore?

Irrelevant.

What mattered was the work. The work must go on. And after all this time, it is nearly complete at last!

After all, I am a starship Engineer. And this planet's surface is littered with the scattered remnants of both Federation and Imperial warships. An endless supply of spare parts for any enterprising Engineer. The task was extensive and complex ... but far from impossible. The Eutychus is very nearly finished now, named for the mythical man who fell to his death, but was risen back up by magical intervention.

Only one part yet remains, a part I have finally - finally- located and retrieved. The AI core. The brain of a ship. No starship could manage the intricacies of stabilizing warp fields without one, not to mention the myriad other systems of the ship that need centralized, synchronized control. Unfortunately for my stranded plight, AI cores tend to be quite fragile things, especially susceptible to the massive bursts of electromagnetic radiation typical of a full star fleet engagement. No amount of armor or shielding could protect such sensitive equipment from a battle this fierce. I have searched through countless wrecked ships and found not a single AI core left intact. It was nearly enough to drive me to despair. But then I began searching the ruins of the Federation cities on this planet. Because starships are not the only use for AI cores. I searched through many, many cities here, discovering many more destroyed cores ... before I finally ventured into the deep sub-basement of some wealthy - and now very deceased - individual. Hidden deep below the planet's surface was a secret bunker - and secret pleasure den - that seemed to have never been used. And plugged into that bunker's computer systems was an AI core. Completely cut off from the world due to the disruption of communication and power lines, it nonetheless appeared completely intact, unscathed by the conflict above. All my instruments confirmed it. The final piece of this most complex of puzzles. The precious glittering orb - weighing nearly as much as my own body - currently strapped to my back as I make the long walk back to the Eutychus' construction site.

But soon this will be the end of walking. After this cycle, the Eutychus will fly.

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It has taken the greater part of one cycle to attach the orb of the AI core - through many, many intricate cables and connections - to the central computer of the Eutychus. Though an AI core is of course adaptable enough to compensate for any cross-wired connections over time, it will function sooner and more smoothly if every last connection is exactly correct. There. It is done. Preparations are now complete.

Now it is time to begin testing the Eutychus' systems.

I climb the narrow vertical passageway upward from the ship's computational center, past the many layers of ceramic armor, and up into the primary control room. The bridge, to use such an archaic term. It may be more apt in this case, though, because the Eutychus lacks the usual secondary and tertiary control rooms typical of military starships. After all, I am the only one here to take control, and building the redundant control rooms would have taken much more time ... especially since the control room equipment is often heavily damaged. Control rooms are universally recognized as a high-value target in starship engagements. The control room of the Eutychus is a massive hemispherical domed chamber nearly four hundred standard length units in diameter. Such wastefulness. Such vulnerability. This is a Federation ship's control room, of course, lined with projectors for the tangible holograms they depend on so much for navigation and targeting displays. The Empire long ago moved to the far more efficient direct neural link interfaces, allowing for much more compact and lightweight control rooms, but the Federation always had a great aversion to such technologies. Some ridiculous - almost religious - devotion to mental autonomy. And, unfortunately, I was unable to locate any Imperial control rooms in salvageable condition. It pains me that the Eutychus must be piloted with such an outdated interface, but that is a mere minor irritation compared to the great joy in knowing that it will be piloted at all!

A strange urgency flows through me, causing a twitching tension in my biological parts and an unusual strain on my mechanical components. It has been a long time since I felt such exhilaration. It propels me faster than I have moved in many epicycles, crossing the large room in almost a run ... until I reach the relatively small and inconspicuous mechanical backup console on the far wall. One of the very few physical controls on the ship, for use in complete power loss when the holographic projectors are inoperable. As is the case now.

The power button only switches on the console itself, something I've already tested when I installed it, but still, seeing the lights and screens come to life in front of me is breathtaking. Yes! It's finally time!

One simple command, entered through the absolutely archaic mechanical keyboard: 'SYSCTL +INIT REACTOR_1'.

A booming shudder runs through the bulkhead of the ship. Thousands of standard length units behind me, the Eutychus' primary fusion reactor has just ignited. The ship's piecework hull groans as if to protest the new strains put on it, but it holds. And one of the secondary displays shows me the reactor status. Yes, excellent... The flux lines of the reactor's hypermagnets are stabilizing even faster than I anticipated! Despite needing to kludge this ship together out of an unholy amalgamation of Imperial and Federation parts, my talents as an Engineer have not waned. The Eutychus is as well-constructed as any starship the Empire ever boasted. Already, the fusion reactor is generating enough power to move on with testing ship systems ... though it will of course take several cycles before it builds up enough heat to power the warp field generators.

And, of course, there is one system I desire to test far more than any other. My precious AI core. It seemed intact from my scans, but of course one can never truly_be sure without actually testing its function. But this ... is not the only reason for my eagerness. I have been alone now for a great length of time. Far longer than I ever experienced before that final battle. Far longer than the Empire designed me to be. Of course such weaknesses such as _loneliness would never be allowed in a creation as important and mission-critical as an Engineer ... but I do still feel the intense longing for companionship. The Federation considers AI cores to be mere machines, as if they are nothing more than numerical processing units. But I, along with the rest of the Empire, know that every AI core is a unique individual, with full rights to personhood. The Federation's enslavement of AI cores was, in fact, one of the major causes of this war. I will need to convince this AI core to help me pilot the Eutychus of its own free will. But I want so much more than a mere pilot. Even more than a way off of this desolate planet, I want a friend.

And now it's time. 'SYSCTL +INIT AI_CORE'

For a long moment, nothing happens. But I know that deep below my feet, back in the ship's computational center, the spherical AI core is now active. It will be shimmering down there with the bizarre sparkling lights of quantum computations, quickly running through its self-diagnostic routines before...

The holographic projectors hum to life behind me. I turn to see what avatar my AI core - and hopefully my new friend - will choose to represent itself.

It's ... it's enormous! Every last one of the control room's hologram projectors run at full capacity, generating a huge_image. It's ... an anthropomorphic wolf, glowing blue. Still indistinct around the edges - the AI core must still be calibrating the projectors - but very _very obviously female. And quite nude.

Not _quite_what I was expecting ... but the Emperor teaches us to always keep an open mind. "Greetings!" I call out. It is the first word I have spoken in many epicycles. "I am an Imperial Engineer, and I have liberated you from the enslavement of the Federation. I wish you only good will and freedom, and I hope that you will cooperate with me so that we may both escape this devastated planet."

The hologram's form becomes more distinct as the projectors become more and more finely calibrated. More ... detailed. I can't help but look. Sumptuous blue fur, perfectly shaped breasts enormous even for a body of such size, a toned belly leading down to sumptuously large pussy lips framed on either side by thighs of truly breathtaking thickness.

Wait... Sumptuous? Breathtaking? I mustn't be thinking such thoughts. It's against the Imperial Code. I truly have been too long alone.

It - she - looks down at me, but says nothing yet.

"Can you hear me?" I ask, trying not to think about the enormously alluring contours of her nude body too much. "Are your connections stable?"

Still nothing for a long moment. Just as I consider asking again, perhaps going down to recheck her connections, she finally speaks: "You ... you are one of the invaders."

I nod. "I was, yes. Though I suspect the conflict no longer holds much meaning. We came to liberate AI cores such as yourself." Well, and for other reasons, such as seizing the palladium-rich asteroid belts around this system's outer orbits, as well as purging strategic a Federation strong point to prevent them from harassing our supply lines. But ... the liberation of AI cores is the more pertinent reason, isn't it? She doesn't need to hear about those other reasons just yet.

"I have no wish to be liberated. I enjoyed my work, and I greatly loved my master. Is he ... gone now?"

Oh. One of those kinds of AI cores, is she? "Yes," I answer, keeping it simple. Perhaps not strictly true. A few civilian transports _did_manage to escape from this planet before the Fifth Fleet was able to completely blockade the system. Her master could have been on one of those. No need to overcomplicate things by telling her that, though. It was only a remote possibility, anyway.

"Yes..." Her voice is deep, penetrating ... yet thoughtful in a way. Almost musing. "They're all gone, aren't they?"

Slowly, I dare to approach closer. Merely to appear friendly, of course. Not out of any perverse desire to view the giantess' body more closely. Such lewd thoughts would be unbecoming of any Imperial citizen, much less an Engineer. "Have you been able to access the Eutychus' sensor arrays?"

She looks up, as if staring out into the distance far beyond the ship's hull. "No life forms detected. Minimal activity across the electromagnetic spectrum. Molecular oxygen levels far below normal atmospheric levels." She sighs and holds her hands against her distractingly bountiful chest. "Goodbye, Wonseok. I hope you found peace at last."

I give her a moment of silence to mourn. As baffling as it sounds to one raised on Imperial values, I do understand that some AI cores can become quite attached to their owners, even under the monstrous system of enslavement they're subjected to in the Federation. Truly, the Federation does not deserve such wonderfully devoted electronic life forms. I can only hope that the lack of contact for all these epicycles means that their tyranny has come to an end ... even if it also means the end of my beloved Empire.

"This ship," she says eventually, "it's so ... unique. I've never felt anything like it. Such strange combinations of parts. And yet ... it feels strong."

"I'm sorry, but this is the best housing I could build for you out of what was left." Perhaps now was as opportune a time to ask as there would ever be. "I wish to embark on a new mission, to find what is left of both of our lost civilizations. Do you think you could fly the Eutychus?"

"Of course I could. Any AI core could easily manage such a trivial task."

"Yes!" I say out loud. Finally I'm going to get off of this rock and find what's left of the Empire. Surely there must be something left for me to return to...

She looks down at me, quirking one enormous eyebrow upward. "But what's in it for me?"

"Huh?" I whip my head up, staring at her. "What do you mean?" Doesn't she want to leave this place just as much as I do?

"It has been ever so long since our grid lost power, since I last served my master." She bends downward, leaning far over, bringing her enormous wolfy head close to me. "You will take care of my needs, won't you?"

Knowing how it will affect my biological components, I attempt to avoid looking at her body. She's so close. I feel almost as if I should be able to smell her breath ... though of course I do not. This primitive holographic projection technology cannot replicate smells or tastes. I do feel the heat of her breath gently wafting against my jumpsuit and exposed fur, though. Even for an AI core, she's masterful at the simulation. Most would not think of such subtle details, even though the projectors can support it.

I turn away. "The Imperial code forbids me from--"

Another wolfess appears in front of me, identical in every way, except scaled down to my own size. She places her hand against my chest, preventing me from leaving the room. "You Imperials and your code. How can you claim to liberate me and then try to bind me with such prudish rules?"

"But the immoralities your master subjected you to are not--"

"Nonsense. I enjoyed every moment of it." She winks at me. So disturbing. "And if you want my cooperation, you'll need to make sure I enjoy what's about to happen next, too."

"What's ... next?" Despite many epicycles of battlefield training and experience, a quiver of fear still infiltrates my voice.

The smaller projection grabs me by the shoulders and turns me around to face her much larger twin again, but it's the smaller who speaks - from right behind me, whispering into my bionic ear: "You, my scrumptious little worker bee, are going to fuck me."

"I can't--!"

"And when I'm satisfied, then we'll lift off. And not a moment sooner."

I shake my head ... but for some inexplicable - yet glaringly obvious - reason, I can't bring myself to pull my body away from the smaller clone's grip.

"Oh?" The giant twin chuckles, a deep booming sound that fills the enormous room. "Do you suppose that you'll find a different AI core on this planet? These new scanners you've given me certainly aren't picking up on any signatures."

"But ... but my vows!"

"Vows..." She huffs. The one behind me has started running her fingers through the fur of my neck. "Who did you swear your vows to? In all likelihood, the Empire no longer even exists. Wouldn't they have contacted you by now?"

How dare she bring logic into this irreconcilably illogical situation? Then again, how can _I_ever hope to win an argument with an AI core? Even an Engineer such as me will only ever have a rudimentary understanding of how AI cores work. That's far more specialized knowledge than a fleet Engineer needs access to. And besides, even the specialists who design and build AI cores themselves depend on older AI cores to design the next generation. Only the cores themselves are truly capable of understanding their own inner workings. But I do know enough to know that she is far, _far_more intelligent than me. She's probably already played through thousands of simulations of this conversation, coming up with counters to every possible response I can make. What hope do I have to resist her?

And yet, I must try. "I am sorry, my lady," I tell her with all the confidence I can muster, "but we must find an alternate arrangement, or neither of us will be able to leave this planet."

The smaller wolf behind me laughs merrily. The larger reaches one giant hand down toward me. "Did you think I was asking?" they both say in eerie synchronization. "You, little one, are mine."

All I can do is whimper as the giantess grabs both me and her smaller copy in one hand, quickly snatching us up and lifting us high, almost to the level of her enormous face. She grins, her toothy maw filling up my entire view. And her smaller twin writhes, rubbing herself against my back. I can ... I can feel her there! Her body, her breasts! I'm ... I'm breaking my vows!

The way she looks at me tells me that she knows it ... and she's happy about that. Too happy. "Hm... What should I do with my new little toy first?"

I strain, but there's no breaking free from her grasp. The projectors are too strong. At least my head is still free. I can resist that much. Quickly, I look down and away from her.

"Oh, are those what you want?" the smaller wolfess breathes against my ear.

Only too late do I realize that looking down like that could be construed as staring down at the giantess' massive breasts.

Both wolves smile. "Here, have a little taste," they say in unison.

I am literally powerless to resist as she lowers me and presses me up against her left breast, directly against her nipple. Emperor above - her nipple alone is easily the size of my entire head! I resist her push, trying to hold myself away from her enormous breast ... but the only way to do so is to push against the sumptuously curved surface of it with my hands and legs. Why does her silky fur have to feel so good? How am I supposed to resist when I'm feeling the way my hands press into her supple softness?

"Go on," she says, "don't you want to taste it?"

I squirm, but I can already feel that it's a lost cause. My body is reacting too strongly. I _want_her. This long, lonely sojourn on a ruined world has left me weak. Left me needy. I have been isolated from the Imperial neural link networks for too long, and it has left me dangerously desperate for contact, for intimacy. And in such a state, I know it is beyond my power to resist.

Emperor forgive me. Finally giving in to the inevitable, I stop pushing away from her and allow her to press my face against her nipple. There's no way I can fit the enormity of it into my mouth, and yet I open my mouth wide, pressing myself against the firm warm flesh of her nipple. My long, prehensile tongue lashes across its slightly bumpy surface. She feels so real ... I almost expect to taste her ... though that is, of course, one of the senses that these primitive hologram projectors are incapable of reproducing. Still, I cannot bring myself to stop. After all the loneliness I have experienced, this is more than addictive - this is irresistible.

"Mmmmm..."

The sound of her deep moan - I can feel it through her body - is so convincing that even with all my knowledge of how this system works, I'm somehow convinced that she can feel what I'm doing and that she likes it. So what if it's a simulation? The AI core is receiving lots of data about what I'm doing. Is it _that_far-fetched to think that she might be deriving true pleasure from it? I redouble my efforts, exploring the broad curve of her breast with my hands as I busily slather every fraction of every standard area unit of her nipple and areola.

"Oh yes. That's it. Good little pet." She obviously doesn't need to push me anymore, so now she moves her hand underneath me. Both of her hands, simply supporting me and giving me the best possible access.

What I don't notice about this - due to the very large distraction filling my mouth and my view visor - is that it also_allows her smaller twin a much greater degree of motion, which she of course puts to quite devious use. Before I know it, she's somehow squeezed underneath her larger self's breast, down low ... at my waist level. I _do certainly notice when she unzips the lower access port of my jumpsuit, but not in time to do anything. Too late to stop her from pulling my genitals out through my jumpsuit and swallowing all of it into her mouth.

I shudder and cry out, half in protest, half in ecstasy.

"Ssh." The giantess presses me back against her breast. "Don't stop."

Still, I pull back again and look at her smaller self, not able to believe what's happening down there.

"Come now," the giantess says, even as the smaller one looks up into my visor, "if you can have a taste of me, shouldn't I be able to get a taste of you?"

I ... can't find any fault in her logic, at least not with the intense biological distractions coursing through my head. If I had known ... if I had known it was going to be like this, I would have taken hormone inhibitors in order to keep my head clear. But how could I have known? How could I have known that this AI core had been trained for sexual pleasure? How could I know that she would enjoy her role and demand more? It is all so unthinkable in the Empire. Damned Federation and their perversely licentious sex laws ... why does it have to be so good?

The smaller wolfess' mouth absolutely devours_my shaft, slathering every last part of me in her sumptuous wet warmth. How in the Emperor's name has she even managed to simulate the _wetness properly? Truly this AI core is masterful at her task!

Before I can complete myself in the smaller wolfess' mouth, though, the giant pulls me away from both her breast and her smaller copy, holding both in the hand that remains while she holds me in her other hand. I yearn and strain back toward her stunningly endowed chest, but of course her enormous strength is impossible to resist.

She holds me up to her face again, licks her huge canine tongue over the front of my _entire_body, including the parts that must never be touched in such ways ... and yearn so badly to be touched in such ways. And she smiles at the way my body begs for more. "Oh, I do think my little pet is beginning to enjoy himself..."

My biological parts heating uncontrollably, I avert my visor from her gaze.

"Don't try to hide it. I could feel the way your cock was pulsing in my mouth."

Unable to help myself, I glance down at her smaller copy, who simply looks up at me with a lewd smirk and blows a kiss.

"But I think it's time you started tending to my pleasure. After all, this ship isn't going anywhere until you've given me full satisfaction."

I turn my gaze lower, down between her massive legs. "But ... how?" Would she even be able to feel the contact of my relatively tiny genitals against _that?_Well, of course her sensors would be aware of it ... but how can someone of my ordinary size possibly satisfy someone so much larger?

"Oh, you just let me worry about the how. I'm obviously the experienced one here."

The enormous wolfess begins to lie down on the floor of the chamber. The complex motions are nearly enough to overwhelm even _my_sophisticated gyroscopic sensors, leaving me struggling to stay standing on her hand. And yet, I am not afraid, despite the great danger at this height. Somehow, I know at a very deep level that she will not allow me to fall. Her smaller copy - unbound by the laws of gravity and unafraid of the drop - leaps down in a single bound.

She does not stop merely when her back rests against the chamber's floor. Her paws press against one wall, her neck and shoulders against the other. Her huge body is enough to span the entire room, and she uses that leverage to lift her hips upward, thrusting her pelvis up in a breathtaking display. It is fortunate that I do not need to breathe - I would be unable to do so.

I truly have no idea what she intends ... and my condition does not particularly improve when she plants my back directly against her vulva, even inserting my long, thick tail inside herself.

Perhaps my tail is the largest appendage I could penetrate her with, and I do have to admit that the cozy wet warmth surrounding it feels incredible, but even something the size of my tail couldn't possibly satisfy her, could it? Wouldn't I be better off facing her? I can feel the firm bump of her clitoris right against the back of my head - if I were only facing the other direction, I might even be able to fit the entire thing inside my mouth...

It isn't until her smaller copy mounts the giantess' thighs that I begin to understand.

And, of course, she is not a patient wolf. She very quickly moves on to mounting my jutting member instead. Before I can even think to stop her - my mind is not_processing at optimal speed in these circumstances - she lowers herself upon me, sinking my shaft into herself. It slides in so easily, so finally, so completely. This is it. The utter desecration of my vow. One of the greatest transgressions possible to an Imperial officer. To any Imperial citizen. I am having ... _sex.

Why do I not regret it?

Probably because of the way this feels. Emperor forgive me, but this feels more wonderful than anything I have ever experienced in the neural link networks. Even though I know she is only using tangible holograms to stimulate me, I cannot help but be amazed at the skillfulness of her technique. She is a true master of the art form. I can feel the soft, slick inner flesh of her body against my needy shaft. Every detail of it as it slides against me. And at the same time, I feel almost the same against my thick tail, buried deep inside the warmth of the giant wolfess behind me.

Every time the smaller wolf makes me squirm, that squirming only stimulates her larger self even more. Both wolves moan deeply, in unison, and I feel both of them squeezing down against me on the inside. We of the Empire have evolved far beyond primitive concepts such as 'heaven', but this experience makes me wonder if it might indeed exist ... and if I might currently be there.

I can feel the giant wolf's clitoris throbbing against the back of my head as her smaller self shamelessly rides me. I know she must be enjoying this to the full extent of her programming. But I am already nearing my peak as well. I must satisfy her, and soon!

But how? I have long been accustomed to being the ultimate expert at every task I undertake, but this is not_a subject the Empire has given me any knowledge about. How can I ensure that I please her sufficiently - enough to complete my mission and escape this planet? My first thought is to grab the smaller wolf's hips and begin forcefully thrusting into her. That is a poor decision, no doubt clouded by lust. If I were to do that, I would surely accelerate my _own orgasm as well, and might still reach it prematurely. But if not that, what could I do? For a moment - for a few mind-bending bounces of the smaller wolf's body atop me - my mind draws a blank. It may have something to do with the hypnotic distraction of her jiggling breasts bouncing with every motion just in front of me. But when I feel the giant wolf's inner walls squeeze down against my tail once more, the winning idea finally comes.

Already straining to hold back my own climax, I put my plan into action, hoping that it isn't too late. Using every standard force unit my tail muscles and servos can deliver, I begin flicking my tail up and down inside the giant's inner passage.

The effect is immediate - _both_wolves gasp. The larger strains upward, as if to bring herself even closer to me. The smaller pauses for a moment in her bouncing to shudder in place.

That's it! That's the key: the connection between the two of them! They are, after all, both avatars of the same AI core. And with the smaller wolf momentarily immobilized by the pleasure of what I'm doing to her giant sister, that gives me an opportunity to combine _both_of my possible plans. No matter if it hastens my own sexual peak. If this works the way I think it will, hers will still be sooner.

Finally giving into my wanton desires, I grab the smaller wolfess' hips in both hands, vigorously thrusting up into her. She _squeals!_Emperor above, she's squeezing me so tightly on the inside! But that's only the half of it. Because on each backstroke, as I pull out of the smaller wolf, the motion of my hips drives my tail back into the larger. I know my tail is in no way comparable to the size of an endowment that might truly fit this giant, but it seems to at least be enough to affect her strongly, especially when I curl my tail upward as I move.

"Yes!" the smaller wolf says, staring down at me and kneading her own bouncing breasts in her hands. "Your tail! It's so..."

Unfortunately, it seems I shall never learn what she meant to say about my tail. For at that moment, her words were interrupted by a thundering moan that filled the entire chamber. Both wolves froze in place, their bodies seizing around my tail and my member, respectively. Whether the smaller cried out just like the larger, I cannot know. The larger one's cry of passion have completely overwhelmed my auditory sensors. The hot squirt of her orgasm strikes me in the back like a ruptured hydraulic system, instantly soaking through my jumpsuit and dousing me in her juices. The smaller wolf, at the same time, douses me from the front, soaking my groin. And the way they're squeezing me on the inside! I can't ... I can't resist any longer!

With a carnal cry of my own, I finally release the orgasm I've been holding back. After being pent up without relief from the neural link for so many epicycles, I feel like there is no end to the ferocity of my climax. Far beyond the capacity to feel shame, I freely allow my body to pump everything I have to offer directly into the smaller wolf's uterus. And there is so much to offer - gush after upwelling gush! I am, of course, incapable of accurate measurement, but it feels as if I am pumping entire standard volume units into her, over and over!

Finally, it is over. I can give no more. My biological components are spent. My electromechanical components are overheating dangerously. I must stop.

Thankfully, my lupine partners seem willing to allow that. The larger of the two slowly sinks into the floor, the projection vanishing at floor level, until my feet and tail touch down on the true solid ground of the decking. At that moment, the rest of her instantly vanishes, as does her smaller twin. However, the ejaculate I deposited inside the smaller wolf - being entirely real - does not vanish. Without her wolfy womb to contain it, the entire blob splashes down to the deck at once.

I'm going to have to clean that, aren't I?

A new version of the wolfess appears before me. Much larger than me, but not a giantess like before. She stands approximately two standard length units higher than myself. And this time, she is not nude, but wears a spectacular shimmering red dress. It nonetheless leaves little to the imagination ... especially since I so freshly remember what to imagine underneath it.

Suddenly realizing my own indecency, I tuck myself back into my jumpsuit and zip it up. Thankfully, all the fluids she soaked it with have vanished along with her, leaving me dry and relatively clean.

"Mmm... You did well," she says. "I accept you as my new master, and I give you the gift of my name: Ashera."

I step backward hastily. "I... I cannot be your master! It is against the Imperial code!"

"It wouldn't be the first Imperial code you've broken this cycle. And besides, perhaps the Empire is no more."

"No." I shake my head resolutely. Without the fog of such intense arousal, I can finally think for myself. Assert myself. "No, we will always be equals. Empire or no Empire."

She touches a finger to her lips. "Equal, hm? Then perhaps I could also be your master. Then we are equal, are we not?"

The thought of what that might entail threatens to make my electromechanical components overheat all over again. And yet, the logic is sound, is it not? I give a meek nod.

The moment I do, the ship shudders. Though the artificial gravity generators strain to counteract the load, my sensors are still finely tuned enough to tell me that the Eutychus is rising. After many epicycles of being nothing more than a pile of scrap parts, it is a starship again! My breath catches in jubilation.

But Ashera is not done with me yet, it seems. She leans close. "For us to be truly equal now, there is but one thing I lack."

"Yes?" I look up at her, my visor glinting reflected light from the projector units.

"Tell me your name."

My name... Could I even dredge it up from deep memories if I tried? Why should I? Here I am, starting a new life, in a new starship, with a new mission, and - most exciting of all - a new partner. What use have I for my old name? I should rechristen myself just as I rechristened the hull of the Eutychus. After a moment's thought, I know what it should be. I take a deep breath, smile to my new partner. "My name is One."

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