Time: 2:00 AM, July 13th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Finding her way out of the cell blocks, moving slowly to not be caught unaware by her captors. The ship itself was fairly large, simply going by the long hallway to get out of the cell block area. As Tawna reached this section of the ship, there was pressure and pain on her head. Reaching up to her horns, she felt more material sliding through her fingers as her horns grew longer still, starting to curve back on themselves. She really hoped they didn’t pierce through her wolf-ears on top of her head, seconds passed but the feeling of something piercing or even touching her ears never joined the sharp pain at the base of her horns. As the pain ebbed, tenderly she ran her fingers along the smooth surface of her horns. They now formed a crescent, curving back and down along the sides of her head until she could see the ivory white tip out of the corner of her eye.

Taking a breather by leaning on the wall until the horn growth finished, she got back up and looked along the hallway she was in. The hallway ran perpendicular to the hallway of cells she had just left, which probably meant it ran the width of the ship while the cell blocks ran the length. The door she just came out of was labeled as 6-S-D, the door in front of her was labeled 6-B-D. To the left of the door she was facing was 6-B-C and the notation system clicked for her.

She had been kept in cell block D, at the back of the ship, on the 6th level. It helped her get her bearings a little bit, but without knowing how many floors there were it was an incomplete map. Looking down the hallway towards the port of the ship, she saw a toolbox on the floor with discarded tools around it in front of a door. If nothing else it was interesting and a good point to start her search.

Moving to the door, she saw the tools were attempting to pry it open, with scratches and slightly warped metal at the central seam where the two doors met. Judging by the boot-print on the door, whoever had been working on this had given up in frustration. Looking above the door, she saw why someone would want to get in here: Guard Barracks. Most likely a place they’d keep weapons in events of prisoner riots.

Figuring ‘why not’, she pulled the keycard out of her vest and swiped it on the reader beside the door, only to be greeted with a flash of red and a buzz of failure. Worth a shot at least. Most likely a door like this would be designed with a pretty heavy-duty locking mechanism that would need to be cut through with an ion-torch over the course of several hours. Thankfully, the card-reader was untouched by whoever was trying to brute-force their way in. Kneeling in front of the card reader, she pulled the toolbox to her, pulling out a screwdriver and feeling around the card reader for any seams or screws. Her claw caught on a seam along the bottom, and she worked the flat-head of the screwdriver into it, wiggling and prying at it until the plastic casing gave way and popped off. There were a couple screws holding the card reader itself to the wall and she set about unscrewing those. Once the wired guts of the card reader were exposed she looked it over.

Tawna was no security specialist or cyberwizard, but she knew enough to recognize the network cable, the power-in cable and which wires controlled opening and closing the door. She gained this knowledge by reading the labels on the back of the card reader. Disconnecting the main power line and the open-door wire, she touched them together, flinching at the spark but keeping them together as the door’s locking mechanism decoupled and a moment later the doors opened.

“Fuck yeah!” She cheered for herself, happy for the win. Glancing around the corner, happy to see the room empty of anything living, she headed inside taking stock of the room. The room was the size of 3 of her cells she’d escaped from. Two thirds of the room was dedicated to 6 beds with storage for each, while the last third contained a sectioned off bathroom and a small armory, kept behind a chain link fence with a physical lock. “Couldn’t be that easy, could it?”

Looking inside, she could tell she definitely wanted to be in there, a suppression rifle sat nestled in it’s charger and next to it was the real prize; a metal ring about 8 inches in diameter. Looking at the simple padlock, she retrieved the screwdriver she was using earlier and wedged it against the lock and the door. “Alright new body, time to show me what you can do.” Preparing herself for the effort, she focused on putting all her strength down onto the handle of the screwdriver, hoping to break the lock. Her arm flexed, muscles bulging for a moment before a loud crack echoed in the room and the lock broke off. “Thanks.” She said, bringing her mouth to her bicep to give it a kiss. Is this why all those bulked-up body builders did this?

Focusing on the task ahead of her instead of what other feats of strength she could accomplish, she headed into the little armory area. Taking her vest, belt and holster off and setting them on a shelf, she picked up the metal ring that was hanging on the wall next to the charging rack. “Yes! Praise the ancestors.” The device was what she suspected: a nanoweave collar. Used by any number of combat oriented groups, nanoweave formed a skin-tight suit that served as the base webbing of any number of weapon mounts, armor points or storage containers. While it didn’t provide any armor, it’d protect her dignity and keep her sensitive bits more contained so they weren’t bouncing about while she escaped.

Undoing the latch on the collar, she locked it around her neck, pressing the small sync button by her jugular. A screen popped up on her overlays, “device ‘Mattius System Nanoweave Controller Mk. IV’ is requesting access to your nanite network. Allow?” Confirming positive, she watched the progress bar fill as the two systems shared information and the collar synced to her system. “Sync completed! Would you like to access the ‘Mattius Systems Nanoweave Controller Mk. IV’ interface menu?” If I didn’t then I wouldn’t have put it on she thought to herself, confirming to her system. She also made the mental note to set up a shorter nickname for the nanoweave controller.

The control panel for the nanoweave opened up, showing some buffed-out default avatar with big tits and a serious pair of balls. Tawna thought that was a weird choice for the default avatar, before realizing that was indeed her based on the scans and measurements billions of nanites had taken of her. Fuck, she was hot now! She just wasn’t sure if that was because of the increased libido from The Treatment or she’d always secretly lusted after buff and busty gynomorphs like she’d become.

Shaking her head, trying to clear the lewd thoughts. Being in unknown enemy territory was not the time to be thinking about sitting down and having another autofellatio session. Triggering the activate functionality on the nanoweave, she watched as the void-black material spread from the collar down along her skin. She’d worn nanoweave a number of times, but never quite got used to it. It felt like a thick oil as it spread out, cold and sticky. As it got past her breasts and approaching her hips and butt a information bubble popped up. “Do you want your tail covered?” the controller asked, and Tawna selected no. The last time she had the nanoweave had compressed her fur to a painful amount. The creeping ooze circled around the base of her tail, still forming an air-tight seal before descending.

This was the worst part of the process. By design, the nanoweave became a second skin for the user, including every crevice. The nanite slime seeped between her ass cheeks, molding against her tight tail-hole before slowly invading the tight ring of muscle by an inch before stopping. It felt like a cool finger just gently pressing against her anus, the sensation slowly fading as the slime acclimated to her body temperature.

Her attention was pulled from her rear as the creeping black goo reached her sheathe, cresting the edge of the loose skin before spilling in. Tawna had to bite her lip to stifle a moan as the ooze spread itself throughout her sheathe, coating her cock in a cool and tingling sensation. Without realizing it, she had started panting as her always ready equine shaft began to rise from its slumber. Covered in nano-weave, instead of the mottled pink and matte black, her length was a shiny and slick black without any definition lost. Veins throbbing along her length to come to full mast, a bubble of pre-cum forming at the tip before the nano-weave detected the presence of her urethra and let the liquid through, letting the pre leak down her shaft. Head swimming as her eyes locked to her own cock, fingers twitching with the urge to tend to the dick right in front of her.

Shaking her head to focus helped a little, tearing her gaze from her length. Before Tawna could completely regain composure, the nano-slime reached the top of her scrotum. “Mmf, fuck, it never felt that good.” Whispering to no one while pressing a hand against the table to steady herself. The goo felt like a cool tongue slowly licking across the sensitive skin of her sack until completely engulfing the large pair of orbs. The nano-weave compressing her balls slightly, urging a lance of pre-cum from her cock. On one hand, they wouldn’t be swinging and bouncing freely which would be nice. On the other hand, it now felt like they were being cupped and supported by a gentle lover. Tawna swore she could feel her nuts churning up an extra-large load for whoever was giving them such attention. With determination she steadied her shaking legs and pulled away from the table for support.

Moments later, Tawna was wishing she’d stayed leaning on the table as the nano-weave met between her legs. Nano-gel poured over her puffy lips like it had on her sheathe, only now the sensation was a hundred fold. Sinking to her knees as the cool slime explored every nook of her pussy, surging over her engorged clit before diving into her entrance. Her cunt was slowly filled with the smart-gel, coating her inner walls with cool and tingling slime. The slime pooled together against her cervix before thinning out to be a perfect replica of her sex. Much like her cock, the nano-weave detected the pussy-juices being rapidly produced and allowed it through. Being slicker than her normal internal walls, the nano-weave barely held onto any moisture, instead letting her wetness nearly gush out of her into a puddle of Tawna’s own slime.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” The cow-wolf growled out, attempting and failing to hold back the pleasure coursing through her body. Her modified body had other ideas however, welcoming the pleasure by jerking her hips; attempting to grind her cock or cunt against anything. Apparently, in her overly horny body, air was enough to grind against.

Throwing her head back in ecstasy, moaning and drooling as an orgasm raced through her. Tawna’s pussy flexed at air, attempting to milk an invisible lover, splattering the ground in her wetness. Electric waves of pleasure surging through her, only tempered by lack of further stimulation on her clit or being filled. Not wanting to be forgotten, her cock joined in on the orgasm moments later. Balls clenching and flexing to prepare cum for Tawna’s non-existent mate. Knot swelling with pleasure as the head of her cock flared. Pulsing and throbbing to work the first load of cum up her impressive length. Tawna’s rich cum was exponentially thicker than her pre-cum and the nano-weave was not prepared to let it through. A volley-ball sized cum-bubble quickly formed on her flare, spreading the nano-weave thin enough to make it slightly transparent. A second later the bubble burst, dropping a sphere of baby-batter onto the metal floor to splash over Tawna and the rest of the armory. Before the nano-weave could repair itself, another over-charged rope of cum lanced out, painting the wall opposite her. Tawna felt like she should be used to this level of pleasure by now, but it was still mind-shatteringly good and she lost herself in the pleasure. Moaning and bucking her hips through the seconds of orgasm, whiting out as her orgasm reached its peak.

Time: 3:00 AM, July 13th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Coming back to her senses a few minutes later, she noted that the suit had finished spreading across her body. Now that the body-suit was complete, it was much more comfortable, the nanite helping to trap her body heat against the coldness of the ship. Looking down to see her cock slipping back into its sheathe, the flared head keeping it from completely disappearing for a few more minutes. Getting to her feet, using the table and fencing of the cage to steady herself and keep from slipping in her own mess. Moving away from the puddle of sexual-fluids, she picked up the vest on the table, thankfully spared from being cum-basted. Pulling the vest back on so she could keep storage with her, she set about removing the straps from the holster for her salvaged laser pistol and stuck the holster against the ideal spot on her thigh, willing the suit to attach it.

Pulling the pistol out, she saw an error message in the corner of her eye, “Incompatible system, assisted aiming unavailable.” That wasn’t too surprising seeing how old the pistol was. Holstering the pistol she pulled the suppression rifle off the charger and was pleasantly surprised as her suit linked with the rifle, an aiming reticle appearing on her overlays alongside other weapon information: safety status, power supply and heat levels. Feeling safer and much better equipped, she tested bringing the rifle to bear a few times, getting used to the heft and aiming reticle before leaving the guards quarters.

Moving to the door, her ears twitched as she listened for anything moving in the hallway. After a few seconds of nothing but the hum of an operational ship, she moved out of the quarters. In nanoweave, with a rifle in her hands, military training took over her body. Light on her feet, rifle at the ready, clearing doorways before moving through sections. Hallways of locked and sealed prison cells waited behind each door. Occasionally Tawna would pass a cell and hear moaning or mooing muffled behind the thick steel door, vowing to herself to rescue the other captures by the pirates. There was no telling what mental or physical state the occupants were in on the other side of the door, and even if they were fully lucid and abled, without military training they’d be in more danger outside their cell.

A deep-throated moan sounded from the cell next to her, and she could feel her blood rushing south already. That was also a danger, how would she react to one of the occupants if they had been treated like she’d been. Feeling her mouth go dry, she needed to be moving on.

Pushing away from the cell door, she continued down the cell hall. Reaching the door at the end, hesitating to put the card against the reader as her fur stood on end. The scanner flashed green as someone on the other side of the door unlocked it. Moving on instinct, Tawna waited until the door started to move and she kicked it as hard as she could. Leg shooting out like a bullet, pain radiating as her basically bare foot connected with the metal, but the power transferred as she wanted it to. The door swung back with force, connecting with whoever was on the other side.

“Fuck!” Came a muffled response, along with the sound of someone stumbling back.

Heightened senses picked up on all the information they could. Tawna’s ears twitched and flicked, narrowing down the area the hostile was likely at on the other side of the door. Nose picking up the scent and deciphering it into a lagomorph, aroused, fertile, breedable.

Her thumb flicked the rifle’s safety off, aiming reticle flickering to life on her overlays. Shouldering the door open, eyes trained on where her opponent likely was while her ears moved like radars to listen for other hostiles. As the door swung out of the way, there stood a laquine, hands on her face and eyes closed from the pain. Without hesitation, Tawna aimed center-mass and pulled the trigger. A brief flash of light and the rabbit-humanoid crumpled.

Time: 3:43 AM, July 13th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Tawna stood over her stunned foe, taking in the details of the downed laquine. Orangish red fur covered the exposed parts of her body, with black patches at the tips of her rabbit-like ears, large blue eyes sluggishly looking up at Tawna as she struggled to fight off the stunning agent. Her short muzzle with buck-teeth trying and failing to form words. The laquine was dressed in a form-fitting unitard, her large chest, a standard for the race, stretching the gray fabric taught. She also had a pair of coveralls, grease-stained and well-used, tied at the waist. A barely hidden bulge of bunny-cock showing. Laquine came in male and hermaphrodite genders, so this wasn’t surprising.

Leaning down, Tawna began to pat the laquine down, searching for any weapons. She was unarmed, only carrying some basic tools for maintenance. Maybe she was a mechanic? Pirate crews still need support crew after all. What could she have been moving to fix? Was it a general fault, or was there a larger issue with the ship?

While Tawna considered those questions, her hands, with a will of their own roamed the stunned bun’s body. One hand massaging one of the impressively sized boobs, while the other fondled the laquine’s package, urging on the growing boner. Realizing what she was doing while lost in her thoughts, she pulled her hands away. “Sorry, sorry, you did this to me.” Babbling as she fell onto her butt from the crouch she was in. Her own hard-on slapped accusingly against her belly. “Maybe not you specifically, but you gotta know what’s happening, right?”

Panting as it felt like the room spiked 10 degrees hotter, she tried to focus on anything other than how the rabbit-woman’s nipples were standing out through the cloth of the unitard, or the dark-purple tip of laquine dick that had worked it way over the top of her pants. Tawna’s eyes managed to focus on the laquine’s face, surprised to see the hungry look in those blue eyes that were fixed on her cock.

The laquine’s body started to move, though slowly as if her limbs were too heavy. “H-hey” Her voice squeaky and unsure. She managed to move her arm an inch closer to Tawna, before giving up under the effort.

The wolf-cow hybrid hated how used to her new body she’d become and was worried about how easily it just did things. While carefully watching the stunned foe, a free hand had stroked herself to full hardness. A thought entered her head, remove the weave from your cock, let her enjoy the view. It was so easy to follow that voice, and as soon as she thought it, it happened. The black slime quickly retreated from her length and balls. Tawna had nearly forgotten about the pheromones her new body produced, letting their scent fade into general background smells for her. However, the nano-weave wasn’t letting them out, and they had been building up. As the nano-weave fully retracted, she felt her head swim as the corridor was filled with her own musk.

The laquine’s eyes lost the focus they had gained, but she seemed enthralled by the knotted equine cock in front of her. Like a moth to flame, she slowly but steadily crawled towards Tawna. In shock at what she was watching, she didn’t move, hell didn’t even consider moving, as the laquine crawled between her legs. Why would she move? She was a prime stud, any person would be grateful to serve and worship her, just like this bun was about to do.

The laquine hesitated a moment as she brought her face within inches of the throbbing shaft before her. She seemed to struggle with the thoughts going through her mind before the temptation won out. Pressing her nose into Tawna’s heavy balls, moaning as she took in the rich musk there.

The view of submission from the bunny was possibly the hottest thing Tawna had seen in her life. “Good girl, you know what you need.” The captain nearly purred, her cock twitching at the attention, a stream of pre-cum beginning to leak from the flat head of her length. The clear liquid dripping on the bun’s head and muzzle while she began to lick and kiss at the velvety sack against her mouth.

After nearly 4 days without anyone else to please her, the feeling of the laquine’s tongue was electric. “Nff, I’m going to have fun with you.” Reaching down to stroke the bun’s large ear briefly before moving her hand to curl into her head of hair. “You can spit shine my balls later, but this needs some cleaning now.”

With a firm hand, Tawna guided the laquine off her nuts and up her shaft. The bunny girl caught on, cupping her tongue against Tawna’s cumvein to scoop up pre-cum between kissing at the hard dick before her. As she reached the crown, she glanced up at the wolf she was servicing. Her eyes were filled to the brim with lust and need. Without breaking eye-contact, she pressed her lips to Tawna’s cum-slit letting out a moan as her mouth was filled with fresh pre as a reward.

The wolf found herself panting at the pleasure, large hand kneading the bun’s hair encouragingly. She could feel her tongue licking at her slit, eager for more precum. Tawna briefly tensed up as her prey reached to the zipper of her unitard, but relaxed seeing her pull the zipper down to free her large tits.

While Tawna’s chest had exponentially grown under the effects of the treatment, they were no match against the bun’s organically grown breasts. Orange-red fur faded to soft snow-white on her chest, each large mound capped with a prominent dark pink nipple. Shifting slightly, she nuzzled Tawna’s shaft between her tits, cock flesh disappearing under bun boobs. Keeping her mouth on the crown while grinding the knotted horsecock between her tits, all in the quest for more pre-cum.

“You’re talented at this.” Tawna moaned, bucking her hips and seeing the bun’s cheeks puff briefly with the fresh load of pre before she swallowed it down. Her attention was brought briefly to something hard grinding against her balls. Moving her attention off the bun’s chest down to her crouch, she saw the bunny-bulge grinding against her own fat nuts. She’s absolutely lost in this. That new voice encouraged, she’s your play thing, do what you want.

“I need more, though.” Applying a little bit of pressure on the laquine’s head, holding back another moan as she felt the bun’s mouth open more to accept the entirety of her cock-head into her mouth. The sensation of a wet and hot mouth wrapped against her blunt head sent a shiver through her.

Her laquine lay seemed to enjoy the encouragement, head beginning to bob on her cock, tongue licking and exploring all the sensitive spots. Drool and pre-cum began to leak past the bun’s lips making a mess. Her pace increasing to fill the empty hallway with wet slurps and smacks.

Tawna watched and enjoyed the show and the feeling, her free hand having moved to her own chest to play and tease at one of her perky nipples. Her knot bounced off the underside of the bun’s tits, which were becoming slick with the mess from above. She could feel her balls churning up an extra large load now that they had a real person to pump full. Still, this was fun and felt nice, but it’d take a bit for her to get off like this.

The laquine was starting to get frustrated, trying to get more horse-cock into her mouth and throat, but the way she had to crane her neck down wasn’t allowing for that. Pulling her mouth off Tawna’s cock with a wet POP strands of saliva and pre-cum still connecting them together. Panting to catch her breath as a rope of pre lanced out across her face, she couldn’t help but grin and lick it off between breathes. “More…” Her voice was raspy and desperate.

Tawna’s cock was left throbbing in the cold air as the bun scooted away. What is she doing? She briefly wondered, before the bun made her intentions known. Staying on her knees, she tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth as much as it would go, her tongue flopping out like a welcome mat.

“Oh, I like an eager bitch.” Hopping to her feet, Tawna considered how she wanted to do this. Trailing her fingers along the bun’s jaw as she went behind the girl, resting her cock between those large bunny ears, a strand of pre-cum oozing onto her nose.

Understanding the assignment, the laquine tilted her head back and leaned back more, bracing herself with hands on her own heels. Lining her cock up with the awaiting mouth, Tawna pushed forward, easily fitting a few inches of her cock into the bunny’s maw. “Ngh, I won’t be able to hold back when I start.”

The bun made some kind of noise around her gag of dick, Tawna decided it was an affirmative. To her own credit, the wolf started slow, shallow thrusts at first, getting her cock lubed up with spit and pre, working a few extra millimeters in with each motion. A few moments later, she felt her cock pressing against the tight entrance to the bun’s throat. Testing it, she pressed forward, feeling it start to stretch around her crown. The bun under her either gagged or moaned, sending pleasant shudders through Tawna.

She craved more, needed more. Grabbing at the laquine’s shoulders she pressed forward, her cock bending as the bun’s throat refused her access. “Relax baby girl, you’ll feel so good with a throat full of my cock.” She growled, not even sure if the bun could hear her. Either the bun relaxed her throat, or Tawna had produced enough pre to lube thing sufficiently, the result was the same: Her knotted-horsecock stretched her throat to quickly surge forward, claiming every inch it could. Watching in fascination as the bunny’s throat bulged around the blunt head, letting her see exactly where her cock was.

Looking below the bulge in the bun’s throat, and past her heavy breasts, to the bulge in her pants. The herm-bun had soaked through her clothes and now a puddle of pre-cum and feminine juices was forming on the floor. Seemed she was enjoying the abuse!

Having had enough fore-play, Tawna pulled her hips back, keeping her cock in the bun’s throat, before thrusting forward reclaiming lost ground and stuffing another inch into her tight throat. It didn’t take long before she’d sheathed herself completely in the laquine’s mouth. Balls bouncing off her face with every thrust, wet pops announcing the tempo as her knot passed through her lips over and over. Impressively, the bun was keeping herself in place and upright through it. Tawna was getting the show of her life as the bun’s EE-cup breasts bounced and jiggled with their fucking, her previously flat tummy now bulging around Tawna’s cock, the puddle of pre beneath the bun quickly turning white as she began to cum.

Tawna wasn’t too far behind herself, already finding more force was needed to pull and push her knot in and out of the bun’s mouth. Her balls felt over-full and heavy, and her cock was on fire with pleasure as he climax mounted. One last thrust forward, her knot puffing out the laquine’s cheeks as it swelled to full size. Her flare bumped out the bun’s belly, she was locked in for this and wouldn’t be free until the balls resting on her face were empty.

Her climax finally broke through as she tied the bun’s face, cock throbbing as her balls started to unload her cum into the laquine. Her entire body tingled with pleasure as she pumped load after load into the bunny’s stomach, each one better than the last. The view of the bun’s tummy start to swell, bouncing with each blast of cum only spurred her on. By the 4th or 5th pulse of cum, Tawna couldn’t make out her flare that had once stood proud. By the time her orgasm was fading the laquine looked several months pregnant with triplets.

Panting, Tawna unconsciously took a step back, but her knot kept the bun firmly locked to her, and she fell back onto her ass. The movement coupled with the slightly deflated knot was enough to knock the knot free. Tawna’s cock quickly slipped out as the laquine fell to the floor, the flare bulging out the bun’s cheeks for a moment before it unstuck and popped free. Milky-white cum followed from the bun’s mouth as she rolled onto her side, though the majority stayed in her belly. Panting and affectionately rubbing her belly while the last after-shocks of Tawna’s orgasm shot a few ropes across her form.

With her cock wilting and the bun completely out of commission, it was time to move on towards getting off this ship.