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Time is a very immaterial thing. It is a line; from the beginning to the end... but it is also a circle, without any start or finish. It can be slowed down, sped up, twisted and warped... although you wouldn't be able to sense it. The one thing it cannot ever do, is stop. Reversing it is even further beyond the pale, as it has countless eons of momentum behind it. It is possible to make time bend to your will... the only catch is the amount of energy even the slightest dilation would require. For most, this energy is beyond their grasp. For the few, it comes easily. Too easily.

Imagine a piece of cloth. Then, add a knife, razor sharp, travelling across the cloth; being careful not to tear it... but, of course, an undisciplined hand would catch the fabric, ripping it. When that happened to those with the gift, time is unravelled, cataclysmically. The universe, however, does not allow such a terrible thing to happen. It patches the gap... at the sacrifice of a large chunk of space around the anomaly.... and the resulting pulse of energy adding countless worlds to the price.

Fortunately, time is far less coarse than any cloth... so damaging it is very unlikely... but it can still happen. It had happened, in past centuries... the occurrence often brazenly taking millions of lives... and documented, so future time-benders may not make the same mistakes. But, of course, mistakes will happen, regardless of precautions...

Although... in rare cases... the impossible is accomplished by such accidents...

As Zak had found.

The men he had been about to slaughter, without any mercy, as he had almost been countless times, were... frozen. Nothing moved. He let go of the one he had been in the process of killing... his neck being saved from it's unfortunate fate. Blinking, he turned to see the rest of them, similarly... stuck. They were like statues.

Visible to him, although hard to spot by any human, was a bullet... a single round suspended in mid-air with a slight trail of powdery smoke leading back to the rifle it had come from. He shuddered, realizing it was aimed directly at him. Approaching the single copper-coloured shell, he noted the faint ripples of heated air around it.

What had happened? He knew he could move extraordinarily fast... even think so quick that time seemed to slow... but this? It was utterly impossible that this... effect... was just on him... as he could easily see the clouds still moving... and his sister coming around the left of the deserted barricade of vehicles, tightly holding one of the military-issue knives these guardsmen wore... dripping red.

His breath caught.

"Zak?" She called "Why aren't they moving...?"

"... I don't know..." He left the frozen fight to pick her up, holding her close; his arms around her upper back and waist "Are you alright?"

She flinched at the contact, initially, before hugging back "I'm fine." He glanced at the knife as she dropped it; her eyes followed his "I helped..."

Zak sighed at that. She sounded proud of it... "Thanks..."

The smile she gave him at that point lit up his mood. How could he really be upset over his sister killing if she, really, didn't see anything wrong with it...? Especially when it was necessary at the time...

In a sudden rush, he noticed some disturbing facts. His hand had slipped down to rest against her ass, fingers curled around the inside of her thigh... and while not entirely inflated, his penis was not exactly asleep... and it was rubbing his sister between her thighs through his worn jeans. He felt claws prickle against his back, saw the wary expression on her face... He let go of her with a strangled yelp "Sol-... I... ... sorry..."

"Zak! What are you doing!?"

He recoiled, ears flattening as Torque shouted, somehow having gotten close without him noticing "Father, I..." Word failed him... how could he explain this situation anyway?

"... How did you do this...?"

Zak's ears twitched. His furred parent was looking over the men that had somehow... frozen "... what?"

"How did you effect such a field? Even I cannot do this..."

"Do what?"

He received a stern glance. He flattened his ears back again "... perhaps you do not know..." Torque sighed.

Zak, completely distracted from what had just happened, absently stroked an ear "I did that...? How? And what don't I know?"

"... I will try to answer that all in one explanation." His father gestured at the motionless men "Our species are very unique. While technology exists to do near anything, there is no way to manipulate time through machines. The energy expenditure is too great. But, our race... we have that power; to bend time itself to our will. We can do much with such a skill."

Zak realized his jaw had hung loosely for nearly half that speech, and hurried to shut it "You mean... I stopped time? I really did that?"

"Yes... but here is the problem. Stopping time is impossible, without extreme consequences... you have, in a way beyond my knowledge, bypassed a fundamental law that even the most apt time-bender has never conquered. It has been done before, certainly, but..." Torque trailed "Even though you succeeded this once, on instinct, do not try it again... you could, unwillingly, cause the deaths of every living thing within this area of space. Do you understand?"

Zak, subdued by the firm tone, whispered "Yes, father... I didn't know... I had no idea that... I'm sorry..."

"You do not need to apologise, Zak. But, before we depart, I believe this should be undone... it would not sit well with the universe."

"Yeah..." He grinned faintly, imagining some great cleaner woman scowling on the oddity he had caused "What do I do?"

"You need to feel time, firstly... it is like a kind of tension in the deepest recesses of your mind."

He frowned. That wasn't cryptic, per se, but... not useful. Nevertheless, he... 'felt' inside himself for a tension... of some kind... To his surprise, he found... something... and just knew... "I think I..." He saw his father nod "Is it supposed to be that easy?"

"Yes... after all, time itself is in our code."

"Code...? You mean genes... DNA, right?"

"In a way, yes." Torque's tail snaked hypnotically "That tension is time slowing about you. If you, say, moved into that anomaly you created, the tension you could feel would border on overwhelming. Possibly, completely flooding a lesser mind. That tension will keep growing until you, or I, release it to allow time to continue. In the same way that you found it, feel out to the tension there."

Zak, vaguely aware of what he was doing, automatically did so. He winced, as if there was a loud noise in his ear, the... 'tension' so strong it was giving him a powerful headache "How do I... release it?"

"Let go."

"What?" He blinked.

"Let go of it. Detach yourself from it."

He stared blankly. What would that entail? How could he do it? He sighed "I don't know how."

"You do not need to know. Just do it."

Cautiously, as if he was afraid of something jumping out from the place the tension should be, he... 'removed' his mind; placing it, instead, on his sister, who was watching with quiet curiosity. He frowned "I don't think it worked."

"It did." Torque nodded "But I'm holding it instead now. When you release time, it must be done gradually... it is all too easy to create a tear simply by letting time snap back to where it should be... matter breaking the speed of light, in this instance, would cause that."

"So... if I had just let that go...?"

"We would be dead. And more than dead; obliterated entirely... gone from existence."

Zak shivered "I'll have to try it... before I have an accident."

"Indeed. Now, watch."

He turned his head, ears perked forwards, to watch the men he had been fighting just five minutes before. They began moving... incredibly slow... Torque stepped forward and back again, taking the bullet from the air before it's speed reached anything even near what it would normally be. Their eyes widened in slow motion, and Zak couldn't hide a smirk. Then, suddenly, they were moving at a normal velocity... albeit slightly accelerated as his father gradually allowed time to ease back to it's place.

It was almost amusing to watch them glance around in confusion... until they saw him, and his only living family, standing nearby. As one entity, they turned, raised weapons, and fired. Sollina shrieked, scurrying behind him... although that was unnecessary, as each and every bullet slowed to a crawl before it reached them, bumping off gently.

"Cease!" Torque commanded. A small jolt of tension in time, and their weapons were in his firm grasp "Barbaric beings..." He muttered, before raising his voice "Depart, or face my displeasure."

Less than a second later, they were alone; running footsteps fading off into the extremity of their hearing. Zak grinned "I wish I knew I could do these things sooner... I could have saved myself a lot of trouble..."

"No, you could not have. This ability needs to mature before any cohesive effect can be maintained... you are barely of age, Zak. I am surprised that you are able to warp time beyond a second..."

"Oh..." He blinked, realizing his sister was clinging to his leg. What had happened before came back in his memory. His face flushed "Father...?"

"Hmm?"

"When you showed up... I... I didn't know... what I was doing... I didn't want... ..." He gave up, diverting his eyes to the ground.

"What are you talking about?" Torque said, slight amusement detectable in his voice "Considering your human upbringing, I gather you are suggesting that you were doing something wrong."

"... I-I was..." He glanced at Sollina's curious face apologetically.

"It is not your fault in any case, Zak."

Sol stared, looking between her two new family members. Zak... she could tell he was truly sorry for almost... doing something with her... but he obviously felt a strange need to be reprimanded for it. Equally, her... father... didn't seem to think anything wrong had been done. Honestly, she was confused by them... but, then again... she had only ever had contact with a few emotionless drones that pretended themselves to be people; real social contact was something she had not experienced before.

And the blasted itch between her thighs was getting so bad, she could barely stand still! She curled her fingers, resisting that terrible urge to scratch. Of course, it was only a matter of time before it become more than she could endure... that much was a certainty. Distracting herself normally helped... so she withdrew into her mind, as she sometimes did when the boredom had near driven her mad. It was a good place... a white, blank area of indefinite size, where anything she wants is there in an instant. More often than not, she dreamed up monsters, and unleashed them against each other for her amusement. That was what she did then. She imagined a hulking mass of muscle, barely recognisable as human; black, shaggy hair covering most of it's body. And, his opponent; an improvised version of her father, only many, many times stronger. In her mind, they wrestled, each trying to gain the upper hand. The red, hyped up imitation of her father pinned the monstrous human to the ground, beating it rotten. Mere seconds elapsed, and he won; his opponent knocked out cold.

She imagined pouncing onto the victor and, in her mind, nuzzled his furry stomach; she couldn't reach any higher. Then, he swept her up, and laid her on the white, featureless ground. Her back found it comfortably soft. She purred, literally, as he kneeled, his hips forcing her legs to either side; allowing him to easily rub the huge red pole suddenly jutting from the front of his body against her. She mewed, the contact making her dampen, exciting her pleasurably... His massive paws held her shoulders, as he suddenly jerked forwards-...

Sol's eyes snapped open, and her hand flinched away from the wetness. Looking with wide eyes, she saw the two males staring at her. She flattened her ears, and whined softly. Her father shook his head gently, and brought his head down to her height "How do you feel...?"

"I... it burns..." She said, a pleading whisper. Truly, the itch had somehow developed into a terrible burning. It was almost painful. She shuddered; feeling a drip of moisture roll down her leg.

"Do not worry... I can make it stop, for a while."

What he said didn't fully register in her mind, but she knew it was good. Quickly, she was beginning to feel feverish, and hardly noticed as she was picked up. All she knew was that the large paw on her backside felt very, very good. Fur met her chest, and she pressed against it, opening her legs to cling to her father better, pressing against him with all the strength she had. The fingers on her rounded flesh made slow, simple rubs; a squeeze or two making it feel all the better. She felt she was losing her mind... but hardly cared, if it felt this good to do so. The lighting changed, and she found herself looking up at metal. A bright light passed overhead, and she squinted. Some voices, a shout. She couldn't understand though; her senses were too fogged up to allow her to.

The light changed again, becoming softer. She was put down, on her back. Reminded of what had gone through her mind's eye some indefinite time before, she splayed her legs as wide as she could. Perhaps to some cue, she felt fur brush the insides of her thighs. She trembled. Then, something pressed against her, seeking entry. She looked, an saw her father standing between her thighs. Contrary to what she had daydreamed earlier, his extension was not exceedingly large; but certainly bigger than what that man she had been prepared to fight off had... It was smoother too, excluding what looked like tiny bumps need the end... He leaned down, the end of his short muzzle brushing against her face. She nuzzled back, somewhat, trying to push herself down, towards and onto what was pressing up against her. Paws arrived on her chest, touching a couple of small swells that had been growing on her for the last month. Breasts, they were called, if she remembered right... She mewed, feeling pleasure from the touch.

A moment later, after much rubbing, touching; things that made her mew again and again, she felt him shift. Her flesh felt as if it was on fire, stretching open. It was good... so incredibly good... there was pain, mixed somewhere into it, but she hardly cared, welcoming the base pleasure that made her cry out. She felt the hardness inside her meet a new barrier, and cried again; she couldn't explain why she wanted it to go past this obstruction, but she wanted it terribly. Her father's advance didn't stop, to her delight, and he passed further inwards. Deeply, she knew, that was the most inner centre she had... and she welcomed the intrusion into it! He stopped moving, for a time, licking her body... but soon resumed, starting to rock, backwards and forwards, rhythmically. Her mouth hung open as she drew frantic breaths, unable to do nothing other than lay limply as he gradually accelerated. The feeling, so intense she could swear she would pass out, spread outwards; making her entire body tingle, is if electrified.

Suddenly, she tensed, surely screaming as she bunched up fur in her fists, a cascade of sensation hurling her into bliss. She felt, with strange clarity, a rush of her wetness burst out of her around her father's flesh. He grunted, beginning to drive harder, faster. She choked on another scream, her body bouncing against his, quite literally. Quite suddenly, he stopped, and lifted her into the air. She moaned her dissatisfaction with that, but was silenced as he resumed, plunging deeper than before. She gave another burst of her sticky fluid, unable to do anything more than pant. Her legs twitched, as they hung, her feet pointing at the ground; her arms weakly clasped about his neck. Her ears stood erect as she listened to the heavy sounds the activity was making; hard, wet slaps, interspaced by a sound like that of what she heard when sucking on a sweat, only much more powerful. She felt light bites on her neck and clenched her teeth. The pleasure was too much to bare! One of her hands found a pair of... balls, contained in some sort of hanging pouch. She caught them from their arc, before they could smack against her again, to run her fingers over them, feeling the slicked down fur. Her father groaned, making each ploughing movement longer, harder. She yowled in response, feeling a new peak in the sensations approaching. She squeezed the fuzzy sack in her palm, and felt it throb.

What she had felt before was nothing, nothing to what she felt next. Father's motions continued, unabated, as the tip of his hardness squirted a heavy pulse of... something thick... sticky... She twitched, soundlessly experiencing pleasure beyond what she could imagine, as another pulse... and another...and another... filled her. Her insides getting coated by whatever it was being pumped into her. She shuddered as he stopped, in as far as could be possible, and clung to her. Her fingers explored up to his pole, touching around where it was attached, feeling the sheath it no doubt had come from as she experienced such pleasure... She could sense some of what she was being filled with seeping from her, and used a finger feel it's slimy texture, tracing around where her father's penis was buried inside her; thrilling as she realized just how wide she had stretched.

She felt a sort of delirious happiness, and purred, hanging loosely "How do you feel...?" He whispered.

"Wonderful..." She panted back, becoming tired after the exercise.

"Good. It would be best for you to sleep now... I will explain anything you do not understand when you wake."

"Mmm... okay..." Without a thought, she did so; easily passing to dreams.

Mia gave a start as she awoke. It was dark... and completely silent... she smiled; realizing she was in Scarr's little Warbird, in that small area at the back for everything from sleeping to sex. She sat up, trailing her fingers through the furry carpet with a low hum. How long had she been out? Taking her judgement from how she felt, it had been a few hours at the very least... Standing, she walked out of the occlusion field, luckily not going in the wrong direction and running into a wall.

"Your awake."

She would have jumped of she hadn't been already looking at Scarr. She grinned "Yeah... how long was I sleeping?"

"Several hours... in fact, we've already arrived back at the Hermes..."

"Huh?" She gazed out the cockpit window, but only saw stars...

"We're cloaked... and in front..."

"Why haven't we docked yet ?" He just smiled, and tapped the side of his muzzle, imitating a human gesture "Oh, come on..."

"Alright... I really can't imagine not answering if you insist anyway." He smiled enigmatically, standing from the pilot's seat "I would just like to ask a question, privately..." He kneeled in front of her, pulling her against his body.

She, noticing her lack of clothes, grinned, pressing back on his rough scales "And that question is...?"

He licked her ear and said, in the most affectionate tone she had ever heard anyone talk with "Will you be mine; my mate, Mia...?"

She knew the importance of this question, having expected it ever since they left the Hermes, but still... she felt a rush, as if she hadn't known it would be asked. However, she didn't hesitate "Yes... I'd love to be..." She smiled, re-realizing how much she did, indeed, love him.

And, in all appearances, he loved her too; his expression turning to simple serenity "Mia..."

"Shh; don't spoil the moment with words..." She was surprised she had said that, for an instant, but hardly cared. Either way, Scarr closed his jaw, grinning slightly.

They didn't move for some time; just simply absorbing each other's presence. It, perhaps, took quite some self control on both their parts for them to just stand there, holding one another... but, of course, it was Mia that snapped first.

Leaning forwards, she kissed him. At first, it was just a show of affection, and he responded with a similar gesture... but, as she half expected, it became much more heated. In a few mere seconds she was on her back; Scarr on top of her as they, to put it delicately, made out with a passion.

But, of course... "Unknown vessel, this is the Hermes. Reveal yourselves, or we may be forced to open fire."

"Shit..." Scarr sighed.

Mia giggled "The Hermes doesn't have any weapons... nothing that can do any damage, anyway."

"You took real good care of that cruiser chasing me though..."

"Hmph. That was just a simple gravity weapon. We don't use it for anything other than knocking small asteroids out of our path... it would have had no effect at all if we hadn't been so close, and inside their gravity dampening field."

"You know an awful lot, Mia." He noted, pushing himself to his feet "For one so young, that is."

She licked her lips slightly, staring at his cock; which had decided to make an appearance "Yeah... I study whenever I have time... it's just so hard to make anyone see me as an adult unless I know something..."

"How would knowing... anything make others see you as an adult?"

"Not a clue."

Again, they were interrupted "I repeat, drop whatever cloak you are using."

Scarr near leaped to a wall, jamming a claw against a button on the panel there "This is the ghost ship I-do-not-give-a-fucking-shit." He said, intensely sarcastic "I am trying to have a conversation here!"

"Scarr? Why the hell are you cloaked?"

"... I have only just arrived here; less than five minutes ago. I was hoping to avoid being tracked back here... some species would be very interested in you."

"... are you planning on docking at all?"

"Yes. I managed to do one better than get more fuel for your ship though." Mia grinned, silently cheering for her... mate's... skill in subject changing "I managed to get my... hands, as you would put it... on a conversion module."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning that your ship is going to get an overhaul; you'll be at your destination in days, rather than generations." He paused "Perhaps this is a conversation best saved for when I have docked, yes?"

"Agreed..."

Mia grinned as the connection was cut from the other end "Well... I guess we're lucky we were interrupted..."

"Mmm, I suppose... Ah, your clothes, they should be clean by now. I'll set the computer to dock, and go get them."

"Okay..." She raised an eyebrow "But where are they exactly?"

He laughed, waving a hand towards a panel on the right, close to the hatch, she hadn't seen him use before "This is something you won't see everyday, Mia. Would you like to come with me?"

"Come with you...?" That was just damn cryptic!

Still laughing, though more sedately, he shook his head "You would not understand... Even I do not completely understand..."

"Well then..." She brushed back her hair with her fingers "What are we waiting for?"

"Nothing at all. I think the computer has guessed what I want it to do?"

"Correct." It replied; and then with obvious humour "You want me to crash the ship into the Hermes."

"In a way." His eyes rolled, and he pressed his palm against the black portion of the console, putting his other claw on Mia's shoulder "You will find this fascinating..."

She just looked at him blankly, before being blinded by an intense light...