The Voxx Vortex 5000
After losing a wager to Vranki the Blue, the Hutt wastes no time claiming his prize. Noticing Hype’s sudden disappearance, Grevel watches as Vranki welcomes the Rodian racer back into his ranks.
Hype Fazon was a mess. What had started as a simple way to relieve the Aces' boredom and earn some much-needed credits for the Colossus was spiralling out of control. The plan had been straightforward: visit his old friend Vranki's hotel and casino in the Voxx Cluster, win a few easy races, pocket the credits and leave.
At first, he'd been mildly pleased to reunite with Vranki, a Hutt he had once raced for before relocating to the Colossus. While he wouldn't call Vranki good-natured, the slug was far tamer than most Hutts—less prone to fits of violence, more drawn to the thrill of the gamble than brute intimidation. Hype couldn't deny that he owed him. Vranki had been his first sponsor, the one who gave him his first real shot. That backing had paved the way for him to become a full-time racer, something he'd dreamed of since first setting foot in a cockpit.
Back then, he hadn't minded that Vranki took the krayt's share of his race winnings. He'd been living the high life—soaking in the luxury, basking in the crowd's admiration, doing what he loved. The sheen of that lifestyle dulled when Vranki drew him into his gambling schemes. More and more, it became clear the Hutt didn't just care about Hype winning; sometimes, he was just as happy to see him lose—so long as it lined his pockets.
For a while, Hype swallowed his pride and followed orders—but not forever. He wanted to be the best, and that meant beating the best. When he'd saved enough credits and found a place where some of the galaxy's finest pilots gathered, he left Vranki's track behind and never looked back.
Until now.
Blinking, Hype took in his surroundings. Rows of sabacc tables and slot machines stretched before him, their multi-coloured lights pulsing in hypnotic rhythm. Towering arches framed the main floor, their illuminated blue panels casting an artificial twilight. Ornate gold fixtures lined the walls, exuding opulence, while shimmering blue holograms of leafy plants provided the illusion of natural beauty. Beneath his shoes, a plush red carpet patterned with intricate gold lines further enhanced the casino's grandeur.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hype noticed the lone patron—a short, purple-garbed female with pale green skin, a broad face and dark eyes—tapping away at the slots. He smirked at the sight. It was a stark contrast to the casino's heyday, when crowds packed the floor so tightly its structural integrity might have been a concern. Nostalgia stirred in his chest, only to curdle when his gaze landed on Doza and Yeager.
The two humans stood locked in a tense conversation, their expressions drawn as they searched for a way out of their predicament. Losing the race meant Hype would have to work for Vranki again—an outcome they couldn't afford. They needed to win him back and secure the credits they came for. Easier said than done, considering the tricks the Hutt had up his sleeve.
A mocking chuckle drew Hype's attention. He scanned the room until his gaze settled on Vranki. The Hutt's imposing, slug-like body rested on a hover chair, its trim glowing with green light—a mobile throne befitting his self-styled grandeur. The chair glided effortlessly across the room and stopped in front of Hype.
Striking blue skin stretched over Vranki's massive form, broken by mottled patterns that faded into a tan underbelly. His deep-set yellow eyes gleamed with cunning and wry amusement, their intensity softened slightly by an upturned nose. A comically small cape draped over his back—a theatrical flourish to match his ego.
“No hard feelings, Hype," Vranki said smoothly, his wide mouth curling into a knowing smile. “How about I have one of my staff bring you some refreshments?"
Hype crossed his arms, narrowing his gaze. “I'm not hungry. You like to act like you're different from other Hutts, but you're still not above cheating."
Vranki eased back, raising his short, stubby arms in mock protest, three-fingered hands splayed wide. His bulbous head tilted, a flicker of wounded innocence crossing his features.
“Cheating? Such a harsh word, my friend," he said dryly. “A droid pilot is still a pilot—I never promised you'd be racing against a living one."
Hype's fingers tightened against his arms. Vranki wasn't wrong, and that was what truly irked him. As a racer, Hype prided himself on being able to beat anyone. It shouldn't have mattered whether his opponent was flesh and blood or circuits and code.
In racing—same as in life—you've gotta be prepared for anything…
The dent in Hype's pride wasn't the only thing weighing on him. This had been his idea, and the consequences stretched beyond his own failure. He had imagined basking in praise for solving their latest challenge, yet now a darker realisation crept in—what if he had led them to ruin?
As much as he hated to admit it, he was scared.
Vranki hovered closer, resting a heavy hand on the Rodian's shoulder. Hype stood rooted to the spot, his gaze lifting to meet the Hutt's.
“There's nothing to fear, Hype," Vranki said in a low voice. “You're mine now. I'll treat you well, I promise."
The shift in tone caught Hype off guard. Before he could react, Vranki released him and turned away. “It looks like they're ready to renegotiate."
Vranki chuckled as he hovered towards Doza and Yeager. Hype watched from a distance, intrigued as Kaz and Tora joined the discussion. The Rodian smirked when Kaz pulled Doza aside—clearly, he was planning something. Vranki's expression darkened, his amusement slipping.
After hushed deliberations, Vranki's patience wore thin. “Don't keep me waiting, Captain. I have new Ace pilots to collect."
“Very well," Doza said, stepping up to the Hutt. “If we win, we get Hype back. If we lose, you get that Ace and their ship in addition to Hype.
Vranki's booming laughter filled the room. “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes! Deal."
He extended a stubby hand. Too late, Doza realised his mistake. His grip met the Hutt's clammy, slime-slick skin—a sensation that sent a shudder through him.
Vranki spun his hover chair with a flourish, gaze fixed on his droid. “Start the preparations, TC—we have a new race: the Voxx Vortex 5000!"
Hype gulped. The stakes had just soared, along with the weight of his failure. His antennae twitched, the saucer-shaped tips wriggling as if sensing danger. He lifted his gaze—and his stomach dropped.
Vranki approached again, his yellow eyes glowing with unrestrained delight—tinged with something far more dangerous. Mischief.
“Don't worry, Hype," Vranki purred. “You won't be alone for long. Soon, your fellow Aces will be part of my collection. And who knows? Maybe everyone on the platform too."
The Hutt's laughter rumbled through the room, thick with amusement. Hype clenched his fists. He needed to get out—now.
Vranki's expression darkened, his amusement giving way to something more measured. “In the meantime, my staff can help you… resettle."
Hype rose to his feet, his voice low. “Vranki, that won't be necessary. I know my way around. I assume nothing's changed? If it's all the same to you, maybe I'll just wait here while your droid preps the next race—"
“Oh, but I insist," Vranki said, his voice husky and deep. His hover chair drifted forward, cutting off Hype's escape. The Hutt's massive form loomed over the Rodian. “You need to atone for abandoning us."
“Us?" Hype echoed, the choice of words unsettling him.
A heavy, olive-brown hand clamped onto his shoulder. He froze. Turning his head, he found himself face-to-face with one of the casino's burly Kowakian ape-lizards, its head topped with a comically small hat. Unbeknownst to Hype, Vranki had pressed a button on his hover chair, summoning the creature.
Vranki glanced at the ape-lizard. “Take Hype to the staff room and prepare him for his re-initiation. I'll be there shortly."
Hype's eyes widened, his lips trembling. “Wait, Vranki—what do you mean, re-initiation?"
He struggled against the ape-lizard's grip, but its hold was like a vice. A groan of frustration escaped him as he slumped in defeat. “Fine, fine. I'll go."
Hoping none of his friends had seen the exchange, Hype let the ape-lizard lead him away. There was no turning back.
Unbeknownst to Hype, the exchange hadn't gone unnoticed. Grevel had accompanied those who travelled to the casino—not out of any real desire to aid the mission, but because of a personal grievance.
Seething—that was how Grevel felt upon learning what Kaz had been up to on Drahgor III. His irritation wasn't over the human's intimate encounter with a flock of Gozzos. No, what truly grated on him was that he hadn't witnessed it. That was why he insisted on tagging along—to keep an eye on his… investment.
For the most part, Grevel was content to linger in the background, satisfied that Kaz's focus remained on getting them out of trouble. That changed the moment he spotted Hype being led away by a Kowakian ape-lizard. Curiosity piqued, he followed stealthily.
Much to his relief, security was lax. Staying several metres behind, he moved with careful precision, senses sharp. He was thankful this wasn't like his escapade aboard the Galleon—no claustrophobic air vents to squeeze through this time.
Hype and the ape-lizard reached a door, similarly unguarded. The double doors required only a push, swinging open on their hinges. As they did, Grevel slipped inside, instincts honed for danger. Moving swiftly, he ducked behind the nearest cover—a service trolley—eyes scanning the room.
“Okay, okay, I'll sit," Hype said, lowering himself onto a sofa with exaggerated nonchalance. He crossed one leg over the other, desperate to maintain his usual air of confidence.
Seizing the opportunity, Grevel hurried to the back of the room and slipped through another door. His eyes widened, jaws parting at what he found: a surveillance room. Screens flickered with feeds from around the casino—the landing platforms, various sections of the main floor, and, most importantly, the staff room.
Grevel scrambled onto a chair, his eyes glued to the staff room monitor. The camera, positioned in one corner, offered a perfect vantage point. The room contained several sofas arranged around a central table. Shifting his focus, Grevel zeroed in on Hype. The Rodian sat with his arms crossed, drumming his long, green fingers against one arm—clearly agitated.
Grevel turned to the other monitors, scanning them until he found what he was looking for: Kaz. His human was on the main casino floor, engaged in a frantic discussion with the others. Grevel let out a toothy grin. While he couldn't hear the conversation, he was certain Kaz was doing his best to keep their flicker of hope alive. A loud bang startled Grevel, nearly causing him to slip off the chair.
His eyes flicked between the screens until settling on the one displaying the staff room. The door had opened, and a group of Kowakian monkey-lizards, each wearing small blue hats, flooded in, chittering amongst themselves. While there was no audio from the main floor, the staff room feed provided sound.
The monkey-lizards scampered around the sofa where Hype was sitting, quickly surrounding him. The Rodian raised his arms defensively, suddenly very concerned by their presence.
“Hold up, hold up, what are you doing? What are you going to do with me?" Hype asked, his eyes darting nervously from one monkey-lizard to the next.
One monkey-lizard snatched a datapad from the table, tapped a few buttons, then pointed the screen at the Rodian. Whatever it displayed caused Hype's mouth to drop open and his eyes to widen. Unfortunately, the angle of the camera meant Grevel couldn't see it.
“Wait, wait, wait, you can't be serious," Hype stammered, his round blue eyes scanning the room for options. “Surely there's something else we can do until Vranki gets here."
The monkey-lizards cackled, relishing the Rodian's discomfort.
Monkey-lizards weren't exactly wild animals; they possessed a semblance of sentience. Their intelligence varied greatly, and knowing this left Hype uncertain whether his words had fallen on deaf ears. To his relief, the group stopped, exchanged glances and chittered amongst themselves. Perhaps there was a way out of this.
“Yeah, that's right," Hype added. “Let's talk. Maybe we could—"
Hype fell silent as the monkey-lizards turned to face him, clawed hands raised, eyes glinting with menace. His legs quivered as he tried to stand, but the ape-lizard's burly hands held him in place. In a flash, the monkey-lizards swarmed him.
“No, no, nooo!" Hype cried out.
Two monkey-lizards tugged at his shoes and socks, exposing his bare feet. Two others seized the Rodian's trousers, yanking the garment down his legs. Once removed, they fought for possession until the stronger one wrenched the garment away, cackling as it hurried to the side, clutching its prize.
The remaining monkey-lizards closed in. Instinctively, Hype crossed his legs and placed his long-fingered hands over his midriff to shield his manhood.
“Nobody touches the goods," Hype muttered, his voice trembling, knowing exactly where this was heading.
Time slowed as an epiphany struck him. He was strong enough to push these creatures away—so why wasn't he? The answer came from the warmth beneath his fingers: a truth his mind wasn't ready to accept. He was pent-up and desperate for relief.
While his fellow Aces blew off steam by brawling in the Ace's Lounge, Hype needed a different outlet. For the relief he craved, he needed a different type of stimulation. There hadn't been an opportunity to tend to his needs alone, and now, this predicament brought everything into sharp focus. There was no doubt what these monkey-lizards intended to do with him.
The monkey-lizards paused, chattering hurriedly amongst themselves, before one stepped forward to the approval and whooping of the others. Unlike the rest, this one appeared more alert, aware of the delicate balance of the situation.
“Okay, you must be the leader," Hype said, trying to talk his way out of trouble.
Sensing Hype's hesitation, the monkey-lizard scuttled across the table, its eyes never leaving him.
“Yeah, you look like a leader," Hype added with a nervous chuckle.
The monkey-lizard hopped forward, causing Hype to sink deeper into the sofa.
“Woah there!" Hype called out, his eyes widening. “What are you doing?"
The monkey-lizard stood between the Rodian's legs, glancing up at him with a chortle. It loomed over Hype's midriff and reached out, placing its hands on the Rodian's. Hype squirmed under the monkey-lizard's touch.
“Wait, you're not planning to—"
The monkey-lizard squeezed the green-skinned hand, its eyes fixed on Hype's. The Rodian's cock hardened beneath his digits. Under normal circumstances, Hype would have rejected the creature's advances and pushed it away, but he didn't. Swallowing hard, he took a chance.
“You want to… with my…" he began.
The monkey-lizard chirped happily and nodded.
Hype was torn. Worse, the monkey-lizard saw his hesitation, sensing that he was seriously considering it. It didn't need to speak for Hype to understand its meaning: it was waiting for permission to continue.
Hype knew this was wrong on so many levels. There were plenty of good reasons to stop before it escalated, yet he remained silent.
Throwing caution aside, Hype nodded. “Go on, you can do it," he said, his voice tinged with worry.
Hype removed his fingers from his crotch, and his cock sprang free. The monkey-lizard squealed in excited delight, bouncing from one foot to the other before settling. It gazed at the Rodian's manhood, intrigued by its shape and form. The pink-hued appendage had a bulbous base, thinning slightly in the middle and ending in a thicker head with a tapered tip. The sides of the head were covered in fleshy bumps.
Satisfied, the monkey-lizard reached out to Hype's exposed crotch and wrapped its long fingers around the Rodian's manhood. Hype cried out, unable to stifle the sound. His instincts urged him to stop the monkey-lizard, but a deeper, more primal part of his psyche resisted, compelling him to surrender to the creature's ministrations.
“This isn't so bad," Hype said, chest puffing in and out as he fought to maintain control. “You seem to know what you're doing."
It didn't take much coaxing for Hype's length to reach full mast, and the monkey-lizard set a steady tempo. Its claw-tipped fingers could cause damage, yet the creature's touch remained pleasurable and precise.
“You are really good at this," Hype added, his toes drumming the floor, fingers clutching the edge of the sofa. “Too good…"
The Rodian's shaft pulsed under the monkey-lizard's touch, precum seeping from the tip. Hype's eyelids grew heavy. Maybe, if he shut his eyes, he could imagine someone else tending to him—but reality held him fast. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding, as the familiar rise of orgasm loomed.
“I'm getting close," Hype said, shifting his hips to increase the stimulation. The sooner he climaxed, the sooner this would be over.
Hype was wrong.
The Rodian's words made the monkey-lizard stop stroking and withdraw its hand. Hype groaned at the sudden loss of stimulation, his eyes widening in disbelief. Desperate to reach his climax, he reached down to stroke himself to completion—until a certain Kowakian ape-lizard stopped him.
“What are you doing?"
Panic surged in the Rodian once more. The monkey-lizards swarmed Hype, this time finishing the job they started earlier. One removed his fingerless gloves, while another deftly stripped off his grey jacket. The others worked together to peel the top of his racing suit from his body, tossing the clothes aside without a second thought.
Stripped of his clothes, the ape-lizard rounded the sofa and lifted the Rodian.
“Put me down!" Hype protested.
The ape-lizard obliged. Instead of returning him to the sofa, it laid the Rodian flat across the table like a meal. Hype shivered as his naked body pressed against the metallic surface. Five Kowakian monkey-lizards loomed over him, shrieking with laughter, their clawed fingers raised and ready to strike.
Hype braced himself for the worst. They were going to ravage him, using his body to satisfy their lustful desires with no regard for his own. As their fingers brushed his skin, he tensed, steeling himself for the grim fate ahead.
To his surprise—and relief—their touch told a different story.
Long fingers traced the pebbled surface of his green skin with delicate precision, exploring the contours of his broad, muscular chest. They lingered, mesmerised by its smooth, unblemished hue. Moving lower, they mapped the ridges of the Rodian's chiselled six-pack before gliding over his arms and legs. His suction-cup-tipped fingers and feet seemed to fascinate them most. Kneading and pressing, their unexpected 'massage' eased the tension in Hype's muscles.
“You guys are pretty good at this," he said, without thinking.
Hype's response triggered something in the group. Their wandering hands began to explore the Rodian's erogenous zones. One of the monkey-lizards picked up where the other had left off with Hype's cock, sitting on his stomach and doing something that made him cry out. It wrapped its toes around the Rodian's shaft.
“Oh, woah!" Hype cried out. He had heard of footjobs, but he had never experienced one himself.
Before he could lose himself in this newfound sensation, two monkey-lizards, eager for his attention, seized his hands and pressed the Rodian's suction-cup-tipped fingers against their shafts. Hype swallowed hard, surprised by the tools these creatures were packing. A pair of hairy balls dangled beneath a humanoid-shaped shaft that was hardening by the second.
“I don't know, guys," Hype started, eyeing the precum leaking out of the creatures' members.
The monkey-lizards whimpered, urging him to attend to their needs. Smirking, Hype relented. “Well, I suppose it's only fair I do something too. But don't complain—I haven't done this before."
Hype wrapped his fingers around their lengths and began to stroke them. The monkey-lizards chirped happily, their beaked mouths opening in delight. They wobbled on their feet, large, floppy ears shaking. Hype tensed as one of the creatures climbed onto his torso, filling his entire field of vision.
“Hi there," Hype said nervously, eyes fixed on the creature's obvious erection.
The monkey-lizard reached out, running its fingers through the dark green spines along the Rodian's jaw, before toying with the small bundle of spines on his chin.
“Hey, that tickles," Hype said, keeping his eyes fixed on the monkey-lizard.
The creature shifted, kneeling on the Rodian's torso and pressing its hands over his eyes. Hype instinctively shut them, his pointed ears twitching.
“Hey, what are you—ah!"
The crafty creature's plan worked perfectly. Lining up its cock with Hype's snouted mouth, it shifted its hips forward just as the Rodian opened it to protest. Instantly, several inches of its shaft disappeared into Hype's mouth, giving the Rodian his first taste of monkey-lizard. Rather than be disgusted, he found it surprisingly fruity—too fruity. Hype slurped the underside of the creature's length, droplets of precum filling the Rodian's mouth.
The Kowakian monkey-lizard that attended to Hype first stood to one side, savouring the fruits of its handiwork. With some gentle persuasion, it had reduced the Rodian to little more than a plaything. Tending to four monkey-lizards, all the fight was gone from the green-skinned alien. Ready to join in the fun, it turned its gaze to its larger compatriot.
The monkey-lizard chittered quickly, and the ape-lizard obeyed. Careful not to disrupt the action, it reached out and lifted Hype's legs, draping them over the Rodian's torso. Holding the position, it turned and saw the monkey-lizard move before the Rodian's exposed backside. It knelt before the green orbs, placing its three-fingered hands on each buttock. It squeezed the flesh, feeling it shift beneath its fingers, before slapping it.
The cock in Hype's mouth muffled the Rodian's groans, and the monkey-lizard it belonged to cried out from the added stimulation. Rather than causing Hype to stop, it made him more enthusiastic. The monkey-lizard leader wasted no time. It pulled the Rodian's ass cheeks apart and lined its cock with its partner's rear entrance.
The monkey-lizard thrust forward, the tip of its cock piercing the ring of muscle without resistance. Inch by inch, it was swallowed by the Rodian until it was fully sheathed. Once satisfied that its new 'mate' was accustomed to it, the monkey-lizard began to thrust in and out. The foursome became a fivesome, and the sounds of wild sex filled the staff room.
Hype's toes clenched and unclenched as his body rocked between them. The Rodian was lost in the deep, unrelenting depths of unimaginable pleasure. He was completely at their mercy, and all that mattered was tending to their needs, whatever they might be.
Grevel watched the orgy with wide-eyed amazement. He knew what was going to happen, but he never imagined it would take this turn. Like most beings in the galaxy, Grevel thought Kowakian monkey-lizards were nothing more than simple animals with very limited intelligence. Yet these creatures seemed to defy that expectation. Working together, they had created a symphony of pleasure, with the great Hype Fazon at its centre.
They know you get more fun from a willing partner, so they eased him into it. Clever. Very clever. I wonder—
“What are you doing here, little one?"
Grevel spun around, heart pounding. Vranki the Blue lounged in his hover chair, watching him with curiosity. How had the Hutt managed to sneak up on him? There was only one way in and out of the room—Grevel was certain of it.
“I… I'm…" Grevel stammered, scrambling for an excuse.
Despite Vranki's less menacing appearance, he was still a Hutt. Grevel knew how dangerous Hutts could be.
“Oh, you wanted to watch the show?" Vranki's gaze flicked to the screen displaying the staff room. A slow smile spread across his face. “Be my guest. I'll enjoy this more with some company."
Surprised yet relieved by the Hutt's nonchalance towards his presence in what was meant to be a private room, Grevel said nothing. Compared to him, Vranki was enormous. His gaze shifted to the gorg suspended in a glass container, connected to a drinking hose from which the Hutt sipped.
Grevel gulped, suddenly aware that Vranki's mouth was large enough to swallow him whole. Hutts possessed voracious appetites—he wouldn't allow Vranki to sate his hunger on him.
“You must be wondering how I acquired such talented staff," Vranki said, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Grevel rubbed his hands together. Whether he was genuinely interested or not, he knew better than to disagree with the Hutt.
“Yeah, you could say that," Grevel said. “They certainly changed Hype's tune without much effort."
Vranki chuckled. “Yes, that group was specifically bred for their intelligence. They've been well worth the time, effort and cost to acquire." The Hutt flashed a wide grin. “And soon, I'll have a full stable of racers."
Kaz flashed in Grevel's mind, and the Aleena's impulses got the better of him. “Are you sure about that?"
Vranki's eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? Is there something I should know?"
There was no time for Grevel to retract his words—he needed to find a way out of this. “Hype didn't know about your droid pilot; the others do. They won't be caught off guard again."
Vranki huffed dismissively. “It doesn't matter if they know; it won't help them."
The Hutt's yellow eyes sent a chill down Grevel's spine. Fear, rather than reason, pushed him on. “Well, even if you lose, perhaps I could help you."
Vranki's eyes remained fixed on him. “Go on, I'm listening."
Thinking on his feet, Grevel blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I have a few businesses on the Colossus. The human in the green jacket—he belongs to me."
Vranki's eyes narrowed, annoyance giving way to curiosity. “So, he's your slave? Didn't look like one."
Grevel crossed his arms. “He's not exactly a slave, but he definitely belongs to me. If you want, I could have him show you his tattoo." He turned, raised his arm over his shoulder and pointed at the symbol on the back of his bodysuit with his thumb. “He's got one of these."
Intrigued, Vranki's expression softened. “Really? How interesting." He turned to the screen. “I'm afraid that, as much as I would like to continue this conversation, I best get in there before my staff finishes with him." Vranki's gaze settled on the Aleena. “What's your name?"
“It's Grevel."
“Grevel. I like it. Stay here and enjoy the show. I'll show you how a pro handles things."
Hype was on the verge of losing himself. The barrage of sensations flooding his body was overwhelming. He dared not imagine what previous trysts these monkey-lizards might have been involved in. Yet, one thing was undeniable: their prowess contradicted the common belief they lacked intelligence.
The tempo quickened, their bodies writhing in a sweaty tangle of hair and scales. Hype could feel them edging towards the precipice when a raspy voice sliced through the haze of pleasure, halting their thrusts and jerks.
“It looks like you're settling in well, Hype," Vranki said.
The Rodian would have died from embarrassment, but he knew there was no hiding from the situation. All he could do was embrace it.
Vranki moved around, positioning himself beside Hype's head. His eyes flicked to his staff, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, don't stop on my account. Proceed."
The monkey-lizards resumed their work, and Hype followed suit. The myriad limbs and bodies working him over quickly overwhelmed his embarrassment. The monkey-lizard stimulating Hype's length knew what it was doing. Rolling the pads of its feet along the Rodian's shaft, Hype's erection swelled to full mast, pulsating. When its long, curved tail coiled around the base of the Rodian's cock, Hype knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Hype's eyes darted to Vranki, and the Hutt's knowing look nearly pushed him over the edge. Sensing this, the monkey-lizard withdrew its feet and uncoiled its tail from the Rodian's rod, leaving Hype's desires unfulfilled. He groaned in frustration around the cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. With his hands still occupied, he couldn't finish himself off and something worse was about to happen.
After accepting that the monkey-lizard tending to his length wouldn't return, Hype was pleasantly surprised to feel its touch again. The relief was short-lived. A sudden tightness gripped the base of his shaft as the creature secured something around it—a cock ring, trapping the blood flow to the Rodian's sex. The monkey-lizard turned to Vranki, who nodded in approval.
Hype groaned again. The anguish of being denied his orgasm surged through his body and set off a chain reaction. The monkey-lizards Hype was stroking let out a shrill cry as they reached their peak, firing thin streaks of seed across the Rodian's arms and torso. The one in Hype's mouth followed suit. Wrapping its fingers around the Rodian's head, it warbled in sheer bliss as it released its seed down Hype's throat. The Rodian had no choice but to swallow it, grateful for the limited discharge.
Not wanting to miss out, the one thrusting in and out of Hype's ass screeched as it sheathed itself inside the Rodian and filled his innards with monkey-lizard baby batter. Hype closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation of being filled with another's seed—let alone one that belonged to a monkey-lizard. Body covered and filled with copious juices, he knew he must have been a wreck.
The monkey-lizard occupying Hype's mouth backed up, removing its hands from his face and its cock popped free from the Rodian. Hype's mouth hung open, and he inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath. The monkey-lizard leader withdrew from Hype's ass, pleased that none of its seed leaked out of the Rodian.
Blinking through half-open eyes, Hype saw Vranki chuckling in amusement. “My boys really did a number on you. The notorious Hype Fazon, reduced to nothing more than a cum dump."
Vranki chortled before glancing at the Rodian with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What do you want, Hype?"
The Hutt's voice dripped with glee, and Hype shivered. He knew exactly what Vranki wanted him to say, but he was determined not to give the Hutt that satisfaction. He would protect whatever remained of his pride. If he could resist Vranki's desires, at least he could walk away knowing he hadn't succumbed to the Hutt's lewd whims. Unfortunately, while his mind desired one thing, his body craved another.
Bound by the cock ring and riled up by the monkey-lizards, Hype's body screamed for release. His cock throbbed painfully as the last vestiges of resistance shattered. As his carnal desires overtook his rational mind, Hype finally found his voice.
“I need to cum, Vranki!"
Vranki chuckled. “Oh, you do? I didn't realise." The Hutt's expression darkened. “I'm willing to offer that, but you must do something for me first."
“What more do you want, Vranki!" Hype snapped, his frustration reaching a boiling point. Driven purely by instinct, he sought only release.
Unfazed by the Rodian's outburst, Vranki fixed him with a warm, almost affectionate gaze. “You. I want you, Hype." The weight of the Hutt's words stirred something darker in the Rodian's blood. “I want you to be mine."
With a snap of his fingers, Vranki summoned one of the monkey-lizards. The creature scampered over, delivering a small object into the Hutt's hand.
“You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this," Vranki rumbled, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Hype's gaze flicked to the object gripped between the Hutt's fingers—a grey collar, identical to the ones worn by the Kowakian monkey-lizards. A cold wave of dread washed over him. He knew exactly what Vranki intended.
The Hutt raised the collar, dangling it before Hype's face. “Come on, Hype. Say it."
“Say what?" Hype stammered, struggling to mask his unease.
Vranki's eyes gleamed with unrestrained pleasure. “Say that you're mine."
Hype glared at him, defiant. “And why would I want to do that?"
Vranki's lips twisted into a grimace, though he kept his composure. He sensed Hype's resistance weakening, on the brink of collapse. He couldn't push too hard—not when victory was within his grasp. Carefully, he made his next move, the charm offensive in full force.
“Well, I'll give you the pleasure you've been craving—and pleasures beyond your wildest fantasies. I'll even support your dream of becoming the best racer in the galaxy."
Hype blinked, surprise flickering through his defiance. “You would do that for me?"
“I will. Hutt's honour." Vranki's wide mouth curled into an amused grin. “You don't want to be a part of any gambling schemes—fair enough. There are plenty of other ventures you could join." He let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. “And when you're done with racing, I can help you figure out what comes next. So, Hype, what do you say?"
Hype knew the risks of trusting a Hutt. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, a whisper coiled through his thoughts.
Vranki always treated you well. You can live the high life again.
His lips wavered. There was truth in that. The old Hype would have jumped at the offer without hesitation, but he had changed. He cared about the Colossus, its people, his fellow Aces—his friends.
He inhaled, ready to refuse, when the voice slithered back.
If you say yes… maybe you can save them.
A sharp throb in his groin signalled agreement with the voice. The choice was made.
Hype exhaled. “Okay, Vranki, I'm yours."
The Hutt's yellow eyes gleamed—not with malice or cruel pleasure, but with genuine happiness. He had always relished the thrill of the deal, and reclaiming what he saw as his was the ultimate victory.
Vranki eased the collar around Hype's neck. It was a perfect fit.
“As you should be," Vranki rumbled, his deep voice trembling with excitement at the Rodian's submission. “I was a fool to let you go. Now, to reward you for making the right choice."
Shifting his bulk effortlessly, he slid closer and reached for Hype's waist. A heavy hand patted the Rodian's bound cock. “Let's get this nasty thing off you."
Vranki removed the cock ring, grasping the Rodian's length in his three-fingered hand. “You are a handsome one. I imagine all the ladies love getting a piece of this. Well, it's all mine now."
Hype shivered under Vranki's touch as the Hutt chuckled. Despite his bravado, he had never been successful in finding company—at least, not beyond himself. The closest he had come was with Tam, but their relationship had never reached that stage. Just as he was about to suggest taking things further, he earned a place in Ace Squadron and they drifted apart.
Vranki's gropes pulled the Rodian back to the present. The Hutt's fingers traced along his shaft, studying its unique shape as if appraising a piece of fine art. The feather-light contact made Hype squirm—just enough to tease, yet not enough to push him over the edge.
Satisfied that Hype was sufficiently riled up, Vranki leaned in, his voice smooth yet commanding. “Don't hold back, Hype. Let it all go—let everything go."
Vranki wrapped his stubby fingers around Hype's shaft and stroked. That was finally enough to set the Rodian off. Hype hollered uncontrollably as several thick spurts of Rodian seed shot across his already-stained chest.
“Woah!" Vranki cried out, backing away as his wide eyes took in the glistening pool of juices covering the Rodian's chest and belly. “You must have been really pent up. Don't worry—you'll have all the pleasure you could ever want from now on."
Glancing to his side, he noted the eager expressions of his staff. He knew exactly what they were waiting for. “Lunchtime, boys!"
The monkey-lizards hopped onto the table and lapped at the Rodian's seed. The Kowakian ape-lizard moved between Hype's legs and helped itself to the Rodian's seed from the source. After licking and milking the Rodian clean of his 'mess', they retreated, standing at attention as they awaited their boss's next order.
Hype basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. It had been one of the most intense he had ever experienced. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Vranki gesturing to one of the monkey-lizards. The creature scurried across the room and stopped before him, something clutched in its hands. It held up a jockstrap emblazoned with Vranki's grinning image—the same one that adorned the casino's entrance.
Before Hype could react, the monkey-lizard slipped it onto the semi-conscious Rodian. The fit was deliberately tight, leaving little to the imagination. Hype glanced at Vranki, who smirked.
“I did warn you—my security hasn't had a good meal in a while," Vranki said.
The Kowakian ape-lizard helped Hype back onto the sofa as the monkey-lizards brought food and drink, which the Rodian eagerly accepted.
“I've missed you," Vranki added. Despite his unscrupulous nature, the Hutt sounded sincere. “It hasn't been the same without you."
His tone dropped, almost forlorn. “You left just as things were getting good."
Vranki's gaze fell, along with his voice. “Like I said earlier, the war's slowed business. What I didn't say was that if things keep going this way… I don't know how much longer I can keep this place running."
Then his expression brightened. “But with you back—and maybe more Aces on the way—I know I'll win some of those rich folks back from Canto Bight."
Hype wasn't sure how to respond. In all his time working for Vranki, he had never seen this side of the Hutt. Vulnerability was not something Hutts displayed—certainly not Vranki. And affection? That was even more unexpected. Hype had always assumed Vranki saw him as nothing more than a means to put his hotel and casino on the star charts.
“I… didn't know you felt this way," Hype said, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
Vranki exhaled a deep, rumbling sigh before his wide lips curled into a grin. “There's a lot of things I should have told you," he admitted. “But don't worry—we're gonna make up for lost time. And we're gonna have fun doing it."
The door to the staff room slid open, and TC-G3 stepped inside. The droid's photoreceptors flickered as she surveyed the room before settling on her master. “The preparations for the next race are complete. Should I inform our visitors?"
Vranki hovered over to her. “Yes, I think we're ready." He turned to the group of Kowakian monkey-lizards perched nearby. “Get Hype cleaned up and presentable. I look forward to adding more Aces to my collection."
A deep chuckle rumbled from the Hutt as he followed TC-G3 into the security room, his usual smug confidence fully restored. Grevel was right where Vranki had left him—wide-eyed and speechless.
Vranki pressed a button on his hover chair, revealing a doorway in the back wall. He turned to the Aleena. “How about we have a chat on the way back…"
Returning to the main casino floor, the Voxx Vortex 5000 commenced. One by one, Hype's fellow Aces raced against Vranki's droid pilot—and each one lost. With only Kaz and Tora left, they took a desperate gamble, wagering the Colossus itself for a final chance to win back their friends and secure the credits they needed.
Grevel wondered whether his bold words to Vranki had made the Hutt more wary. While he wanted to get to know Vranki better, he didn't want them to lose their freedom. Thankfully, the final race turned their fortunes. With Neeku's help, they finally bested the Hutt. Despite his blatant cheating, Vranki showed surprising integrity and honoured the deal.
Wasting no time, the group hurried to their shuttle, eager to leave. Before they took off, Vranki pulled Hype aside for a final word.
“Are you sure you don't want to stay?" Vranki asked.
Hype crossed his arms, his expression betraying a mix of emotions. “I am. I'm flattered by your offer. I believe you when you say things would be different this time, but the Colossus is my home. There are people there counting on me to keep them safe. I can't let them down."
The Hutt's face softened, though a sly smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You've changed, Hype. It used to be all about the credits and the glory."
Hype chuckled. “Oh, don't worry, I'm still after those. I just have other things that matter to me now."
Vranki almost asked if the Rodian had someone specific who mattered to him, but he held back. Instead, he reached out and gently traced a finger along the grey collar still wrapped around the Rodian's neck. “You're still wearing that," he remarked.
Hype smirked. “You haven't taken it off." He extended a hand to the Hutt. “Pleasure doing business with you, Vranki."
Vranki shook Hype's hand, and for once, he had no witty retort. “Goodbye, Hype."
Vranki watched with a forlorn expression as Hype ascended the access ramp to the shuttle. The craft rumbled to life and took off. He might have lost over five hundred thousand credits, but after getting a taste of Hype, he knew it had been worth it. While he couldn't keep him, he had a feeling this wasn't the last time their paths crossed. With a certain Aleena prepared to keep him in the loop, he would have no trouble keeping track of him.
“If he won't leave the Colossus… then maybe…" he muttered, stroking his broad chin.
He chuckled, his eyes glinting with renewed hope. He had an idea, though it would take time to set in motion. It was a risk, but Vranki knew the greatest rewards often came from the greatest risks.