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ISS Raptor

Commissioned by: Cornel from SoFurry

Written by: CrimsonStar

"More power to the main engines! Deviate energy from the main guns to the warp drive, we're getting out of here!" Yelled Captain Florence to the top of his lungs. "Sound the alarm, everyone to emergency positions!"

Two agile fighters zipped past the ISS Raptor, appearing on the screens of the command room. The radar showed twenty more on their tail. A blue burst of energy flared in front of the command room. Those were the ship's shields engaging. The pilot said nothing, but the captain could see his orders being executed with flawless precision. The lights of the command room began to flicker, and the intra-ship communications channel bursted to activity.

"Captain, we can't jump yet, the subspace sensors are being overwhelmed by the interference of own shields."

"I did not ask for your opinion cadet. Override security measures, we're jumping, now!"

As the captain barked his last order, the radar displayed in front of him switched from an already threatening orange, to a full blown emergency red. There were twenty or so small dots rapidly approaching their ship, but in the distance, two massive blobs of red had just jumped out of subspace. Those were Rex-class Battleships.

The intra-ship comms flared again. "Captain, the engine's securities have been overridden. But please..."

"Parnid!" The captain yelled. "Get us out of here!"

A low rumble shook the ship and a distant screech flooded the atmosphere. The external cameras went offline, submerging the command room in almost complete darkness. In a second, the walls lit up with a blinding blue glow that engulfed the ship whole. When the light receded, Captain Florence looked down at the radar and found a tranquil blue scanner extending it's range to the nearby stars. The command room screens lit up again, the familiar darkness of space greeted them, but there were no enemies in sight. They had jumped successfully. The commander activated intra-ship comms.

"Crew, evaluate the ship's integrity, tend to the wounded, if any, and take a deep breath, we're gonna be here for a while." He looked up at Parnid in front of him. "Pilot, find out where we are and how we can get back to friendly territory." Again he got no answer, but his commands were executed. He took a deep breath as he had recommended for his men, and sat back, letting his mind wander through the darkness of space around him, and peeking at the well-tended body of the pilot in front of him.

It was the year 4204 after The Great Unification. The "ISS Raptor" had left the subspace tunnel abruptly after the emergency jump. From the outside, the interior lights seemed to desperately blink with tones of red and blue. Inside, an alarm roared and the crew scrambled through the hallways, following the captain's commands. The ship was divided into three main decks. The lower deck, reserved for the females, the pleasure quarters and the containment cells. The middle deck was where most of the crew worked, the installations provided facilities for all sizes of hermaphrodite crewmembers, from food to entertainment and medicine. And the top deck was reserved for officers, the only non-high-ranking members allowed into the top deck, were the captain's harem when heading for his quarters for inspection or entertainment. The diamond-shaped hallways of the ship housed individuals from all walks of life. Captain Florence had almost individually picked every member of his crew; he considered such a precaution was necessary given the importance of their mission. The ISS Raptor's principal directive was to explore the outer reaches of Imperial territory, looking for new civilizations to incorporate into The Great Unification, therefore bringing peace and culture to the often barbaric worlds they found.

Jumping into subspace without following the proper security routines presented a number of risks, among which was the difficulty for calibrating the distance of the jump before dipping into subspace. The ISS Raptor was a hardy ship, so Captain Florence didn't expect there to be any structural damage from the jump, lesser ships however, could even be completely disintegrated when attempting such a dangerous maneuver.

At least the command room seemed intact: It was an octogonal chamber with only two seats, no more were needed. The walls were of angular tiered design, thick metal beams gave it structural support on the sides, and the spaces in between the beams were covered with digital screens. In the forefront, and flanked by a number of high-resolution screens that relayed information from the outside cameras, there was a small "L' shaped pod and on top of it laid Parnid, in a semi-prone position, he was the ship's pilot and pretty much its sole controller. The crews down at the engines did mostly manual work and obeyed his orders flawlessly. Parnid was a paragon of imperial perfection. He had perfectly trimmed dark green skin with symmetrical patches of grey and yellow spread over his underside. His facial features were well defined and sharp, his teeth perfectly white and his eyes cold and calculating. His neck was almost as long as his body and curved at a perfect angle midway. As his neck gave way to his back, his pristine skin rugged and hardened to form incredibly dense scales that looked like a spiked shell from a distance. He had eight rows of spines that covered the entirety of his back, and merged into a single line as his tail extended behind him. His tail ended in a thick and heavy mass of bone and flesh that he tended to slam against the ground when he was angered, or extremely excited. The sheer strength he could muster with his tail meant that the otherwise pristine floors of the ship, had several bumps here and there as a permanent reminder of grievances against the vessel's pilot.

Parnid was perfectly naked, this not only gave captain Florence a nice something-something to look at when not barking commands, but was also integral for operating the ship. The pod that rested under Parnid had the sole purpose of reading his every nervous impulse and translating it into the ship's motion. Paranid was connected to it through seven control patches attached to the most nerve-rich surfaces of his body. Two on his hands, two on his feet and two on his neck. However, perhaps the most important of these control patches, was attached to a small silver tube that rose up from the pod and entered into his body through his feminine-reproductive organ. In earlier Imperial ships of similar control schemes, they used to attach to the male-reproductive organ of the operator, however further developments proved that actually introducing the last control patch into the operator's body granted them even more precise control over the ship, which led to the actual design, that pretty much ignored Parnid's male organ. The tube slid in and out of Parnid's insides, depending of the degree of information it needed to transmit, in moments of extreme stress, it often dug deep, giving the pilot spikes of pleasure that threatened to break his concentration. Operating the ship was as much as act of self control as it was a display of skill and training.

The pilot didn't need to talk. The ship was an extension of his will. Captain Florence, on the other hand, had a voice to be remembered. It was gruff and thundering, and echo of his own personality and body. Captain Florence's skin was covered in tiny scales that provided him protection and isolation from cold and heat. His body had a stripped pattern, alternating between a bright green background and dark red stripes that extended from head to tail tip. His face was long and his nostrils prominent, but his eyes were of a charming gold, they contrasted with his tough looking body, as they were rather tranquil and rarely expressed true anger or fury. From the base of nis nape, a thick sail of bone and scales extended behind him, his chair was specially adapted to accommodate for the hard and not too mobile sail that helped him regulate his body temperature, it was almost as wide as he was tall, but it was only a few centimeters thick. It normally had a lighter shade of green compared to the rest of his body, but if he was cold, it's tint became even lighter, and if he was warm, it became darker as more blood flowed into it to be cooled. His tail, contrary to Parnid's, wasn't too mobile and it didn't have much more use other than helping him strafe his sail.

The screen in front of Florence, blinked with a blue window. It was Parnid's report on the situation. The report included a 3D map of the nearby sector, normally these are small chunks of space that locate the ship in relation to known stars, but in this case, it was a huge chunk of space filled with "Unknown" and "Unexplored". The only familiar spot was a pulsar in the very edge of the scan. They were far from home, really far. Intra-ship comms flared up as Captain Florence read the report.

"Captain, this is engineering. That last jump almost fully depleted our energy cells."

"Load up the emergency capsules, we're gonna need as much as we have if we want to return home in a single jump."

"Captain, we used the emergency cells for that last jump."

"You what!?" Roared the captain.

"Parnid's orders sir, if we didn't flood the engine with all the power we had, the jump would have taken four times as much to engage."

Florence let out a frustrated whistle. Parnid was an ace, and he had saved his life more times than he had stripes on his body, so if he had ordered that, then that was what needed to be done.

"Okay engineering, I'll get you more fuel. Stand by."

Comms closed and Florence rose his head to look at the screens flooded with black around him. There were countless stars, each with a myriad of worlds and asteroids locked in their gravitational pulls, they had to be able to get fuel from one of those. They just needed the raw materials, the ship was equipped with all the equipment necessary to turn any element heavier than Silver into suitable fuel for the vessel.

"Parnid, give me a directional scan, we're looking for an asteroid system or a world with enough heavy elements to resupply our stores and refuel the ship."

A blue pulse flooded the screens, few of the stars he could see were marked and information about them displayed.

"There." Florence pointed with his dark blunt index claw. Second monitor on the left, blue star." The screen focused on the star and zoomed into it, three planets orbited it. Two barren worlds and what seemed to be an ocean world. Blue with patches of yellow, black and green. The black spots indicated volcanic activity. "What's the name of that planet?"

The screen displayed known information about it, which was basically none, except for an approximate density and it's label: Tango-Omega 87-TRW32543

"Omega 87." Muttered the captain. "Do we have enough fuel to jump into orbit?"

The screen flashed green with letters that read IN JUMP RANGE. ESTIMATED FUEL REMAINING AFTER JUMP... 0.01%

The captain nodded. That meant they only had one shot, either they acquired fuel from that planet, or they would be drifting in its orbit until starvation or madness took them. "Good. Jump and deploy the scanning probes. You know what we're looking for."

The outside cameras went offline, darkening the displays, and after a few seconds the room was once again flooded with a flash of blinding blue light, the features of the chamber seemed to spring and meld away briefly. As the light faded they found themselves again in the tranquil command room. When the cameras wuent back online, the monitors showed them the massive water world below them. From this distance they could see the surface much more clearly, there were indeed traces of volcanic activity and the clouds swirled and drifted covering patches of the surface. But they could see something else... The probes were launched and immediately a yellow warning came on screen. It read: "LIFE FORMS DETECTED. INITIALIZING INTELLIGENCE PROFILING..."

Florence sighed. Hopefully they would be savage primitives who wouldn't interfere wi...

The screen flashed again, interrupting Florence's thoughts. "INTELLIGENCE PROFILING COMPLETE. EARLY ANALYSIS SUGGESTS INTRA-SYSTEM SPACE TRAVEL. NO SUBSPACE INTERACTION DETECTED."

The Captain let out a curse under his breath. "How is the fuel analysis coming?"

Before he got an answer, the display in front of him flashed. The planet's inhabitants seemed to be hailing them. He answered the call, it was a simple sound communication. At first, a blur of unintelligible sounds came, but after the computer had enough time and data, it started translating automatically.

"This is King Cerill of the Holy Cetarean Kingdom. Space vessel, we demand that you identify yourselves or hostile action will be taken against you."

"This is..." While Captain Florence spoke, a second communication came in. "This is captain Florence." He continued, while opening the second communication channel. This one included video, so he displayed it on the center screen. "We've come in peace, we simply require fuel to continue our journey. If you grant us permission to land, we'll be gone before a solar cycle."

On the main screen, an anthropomorphic creature appeared, it's skin an alternating black and white color, free of any fur or scales, it's face and details hidden under the atmospheric interference.

"This is Duchess Elora, of the Cetarean Nations. You have entered a civilized planet's sidereal territory, you are required to leave immediately."

Capitan Florence shook his head in confusion and spoke to both channels at the same time. "Dear leaders of this world, we have come in peace. We simply require fuel to go on our way."

"I am the representative of this world!" Came both channels at the same time.

"Duchess Elora is a traitor to the crown and a disgrace to our people!" Yelled King Cerill.

"This one is a tyrant!" Came the duchess. "His claim a lie built on the blood and lives of millions of our people. Do not listen to this savage."

Captain Florence pinched the bridge of his snout. Parnid swinged his tail in amusement and let out a soft chuckle. Florence muted the comms channels. "Parnid, give me a detailed lifeform scan, and a belligerent potential report. Maybe we can sneak in."

A secondary screen lit up with the many phenotypes of the inhabitants of the water world, while another screen lit up with red text. A sloshing sound and a slight grunt of pleasure accompanied the movement of the slithering silver tube into the insides of the pilot.

"RADIO AND ELECTROMAGNETIC SENSORS... CONFIRMED."

"GROUND & AIR COMBAT CAPABILITY... CONFIRMED."

"TRACES OF NUCLEAR DETONATIONS... CONFIRMED."

Those were bad signs. The planet seemed to be advanced enough that a discreet approach to resource harvesting would be nigh-impossible. Furthermore, the natives were evidently dangerous. The lifeform scan also lit up with a yellow tint:

"BINARY SEX CHARACTERISTICS... CONFIRMED."

"PHENOTYPES COMPATIBLE WITH THE GREAT UNIFICATION... CONFIRMED."

"PROBABILITY OF SUCCESSFUL UNIFICATION... 92.3%"

Florence rubbed the scales of his chin. "What do you think Parnid?" The pilot's tail swung rapidly from left to right and then bore down it's weight on the floor of the command room, producing a boom so loud that it startled captain Florence. He smiled. "My thoughts exactly, my friend. We'll do well to relieve these savages form the violent nature and from the things that set them apart. Fuel for our ship, seems like a fitting payment for such an effort." He unmuted the communication channels. The leaders were still bickering over their petty politics.

"Ehem. Leaders of this world." Silenced them Captain Florence. "I am pleased to announce that the Empire of a Thousand Stars has selected your world to join us, in our peaceful unification."

"What are you talking about, alien?" Barked the monochrome duchess.

"The Cetarean Kingdom accepts your proposal." Came the other leader.

"This pretender is not entitled to speak for our people!" Protested the Duchess.

"Please. Please." Tried Florence to intervene. "There is no need for you to do anything at the moment, incorporation will begin soon." He looked at Parnid and gave him a nod. A third screen changed to show:

"ATMOSPHERIC PROJECTIONS... COMPLETED.

RELEASING PHEROMONE DELIVERY PODS."

"You no longer need to bicker." Continued the captain. "We can see your world is ravaged by war and hatred. A war born from your differences. Differences that mark you from the day you are born." The two leaders went silent. "We will deliver you from these differences, we will make you participants of the Great Unification that blessed our people more than four thousand years ago."

"You are attacking us!?" Yelled the King.

"No, what we have released are not weapons, they are facilitators. They will make the unification process much more efficient. The only thing we ask in exchange is the fuel we need, but no need to worry, after the process is done, I am sure you will have a much easier time electing a leader with whom we'll be able to properly and SAFELY discuss the matter of fuel collection."

"You are a mad man. We will destroy you!" Yelled the King.

"I am no man, sir." Corrected the captain. "But it's an understandable confusion. To show you the benefits of unification, you two shall be the first to take part in it." Florence opened intra-ship communications. "Security, prepare the teleportation room for arrival, we are receiving guests."

"Roger." Came back the troops.

"Parnid." Continued Florence. "Trace the source of these transmissions and teleport any sentient lifeforms you find onto the ship." The captain closed all communication channels and Stood up, taking a second to stretch his arms and sail. "Keep an eye out in the indoctrination room Parnid, maybe you'll see something you like. Feel free to come down when you're done."

The silver tube attached to Parnid's genitals slithered further inside, producing a slight sloshing sound. The pilot chuckled, as the captain left the room and headed to the lower deck.

When he got to the lower deck, he was greeted by a security squadron wearing the ship's blue uniform. He greeted each with a handshake and made his way to the teleportation chamber, which had been locked with nearly eight people inside, among which was the Duchess. They were yelling inside the room and even in their situation, they still separated in sides. The captain shook his head. He tapped the communication device in his hear. "Parnid, flood the room with pheromones please." He looked to a side while the valves of the teleportation room whistled as they released a pink and sweet-smelling gas. The captain looked to a side. "Amalia, be a dear and strip me of my clothing." He was addressing one of the few females on the ship, all of which were part of his harem.

She nodded as she moved closer and started unbuttoning the captain's shirt and pants. After a few seconds he was completely naked, the female couldn't stop staring at the thick twin-headed instrument that only slightly protruded from between his legs, over the moist slit of his female genitals. A small screen next to the door blinked green: "PHEROMONE RELEASE COMPLETE."

When the captain looked into the room again, he found a somewhat different scene. The two bands were still separated, but now it's members were closer, much closer. They caressed and kissed each other, only the King remained still. Even the Duchess found herself between the arms of one of her escorts. Florence opened the door and stepped into the room. There he could more clearly see his guests. The duchess was tall, perhaps a head taller than him. Her head was almost perfectly circular, with a small hole on top of it. Her snout was somewhat elongated, with small cone-shaped teeth lining it. She was clearly athletic and her skin intercalated patches of black and white it wasn't covered by clothing. The king's skin, on the other hand, was almost perfectly gray. His head, while somewhat similar to the Duchess' was a bit more angular and his teeth were much more menacing. He was thin and shorter than the duchess and his tail swinging behind him anxiously. The Captain couldn't help but notice the bulging in his pants.

"See?" Continued Florence. "As the pheromones begin to take effect, there is no need to violence anymore. Soon you will all be unified."

The guests muttered something in their own language.

"I'm afraid there is no automatic translation here. But that's the beauty of it, we don't need it. We can let our bodies talk for us. We don't need to share our culture, our language or even our way of thinking. We only need to share and revel in our carnal desires." He finished, with arms open. Almost as soon as he finished talking, one of the females from the Duchess' group, similar in physiology to her, but of gray skin, and one of the males from the King's band, more similar to the Duchess than to the King in appearance, rushed to him. The male kneeled before him and began to delicately stroke his now erect twin penis heads, while the female rushed to kiss his snout and caress his chest.

"Hey Parnid. I'm gonna need some help here." Called the Captain before sinking his lips into the female's.

The swirling pink gushes that had flooded the room, had left a thin veil of mist on the floor. The chamber was warm and comfortable, and before long, the rest of the guests were instinctively removing their clothing.

Captain Florence delicately pushed the female kissing his lips downwards, prompting her to join the male in taking care of his bifurcated penis. As she kneeled, the man greeted her with a deep passionate kiss. Seeing their tongues mingle and drip as the went at each other, only helped further harden Florence's penis and moist his vagina, which now glittered with wetness. When the two aquatic guests separated, she began sucking on the other end of Florence's dick, while the man kneeled even lower to caress his wet outer lips. The female was better as sucking. She alternated between the tips, sucking ardently at one while using her fingers joined into a ring to stroke the other one and with her free hand she cupped the underside of his testicles. Meanwhile the man had started to introduce a single finger into Florence's pussy. A third female came closer to Florence. She had black and white skin, similarly to the Duchess, but she was shorter and her body thinner. Her snout was longer and she breathed heavily in excitement. She had already removed most of her clothes. Florence took her by the hand and guided her to kneel behind him. She didn't need much more explanation than that. As she began to brush aside Florence's tail to tend to his rear. The door opened once more and Parnid stepped in. He seemed to glisten under the dimmed lights of the room. Parnid was athletic, tall and his well defined factions made him attractive to even the most reserved of the crew members. Even Florence himself had felt attraction towards him at some point, and even now the sight of his well defined factions and his imposing presence made him feel a rush of blood running to his sail.

The pilot was ready for business. He greeted Florence with a nod of his head and pointed at one of the females. She had silver-gray skin and a long snout of conic teeth to match. If she had still had been wearing any underwear, it would have hit the floor harder than Parnid's tail. The female in question, ran to the pilot, leaving a male behind, who stepped up and proceeded to follow her. The pilot used the might of his tale to clear one of the nearby tables from all clutter with a single swing. He lifted the female and placed her on top of the cleared table. She spread her legs and Parnid entered her with a single thrust. She let out a scream of pleasure. The male that had been left behind in favor of the pilot at first tried to kiss and caress the female being penetrated by Parnid, but he pushed him behind him and leaned forward, granting the dark-gray male access to the female organs from behind. The male rushed to put his dick into Parnid and they together began rocking back and forth, letting out grunts and groans of pleasure with every thrust. Only a few seconds after they started, the male cummed with a deep thrust into Parnid's vagina. The warmth was pleasurable to him, but it had been way too quick. He pushed him back with his tail, which send the male tumbling, and almost immediately, a second, better endowed male came to replace him, caring little for the fact that Parnid's innards were already filled with the semen of another. Again he began thrusting into Parnid, while the pilot pleasured himself with the body of the female, whose face clued into the fact that the pleasure she was experiencing had her zoned out of reality.

When the pilot looked up at Florence, he found the Captain having his way with as many guests as he could: He had a male in all fours in front of him, while a female below alternated between tending to the male's penis and whichever of Florence's tips wasn't sinde the male. Behind him, the kneeling female was tending to his rear and caressing his sail, while bouncing on top of a male laying down. Every one of the guests was directly or indirectly engaged in pleasuring them, and without their clothes, it was hard to tell which of the guests was which. Florence ordered one of the females to come closer with a gesture of his hand. He directed her into all fours, tail-to-tail to the male he was already penetrating. He moved them slightly as to leave them ass to ass, and pushed to start rocking back and forth, each taking the tip of his dick as deep as they could before bouncing back and returning for another trust.

The captain let out a deep growl upon feeling the pressure of having one tip inside an anus and another inside a tight vagina. While being pleasured from behind by a long-snouted female. He could feel he was reaching his limit, and began moving faster, his penis engorging with every passing minute. He rose his hands to play with his own nipples while his dick continued to slide in and out of the two guests below him. The female behind him moaned as the male she was riding released his load inside of her, which prompted her to increase her attack on his anus, introducing her tongue as deep as it would go, as if trying to massage his prostate, while she moved her fingers between Florence's thighs and began fingering his female organ which was dripping thin strands of viscous fluid. When the female that was rimming and fingering him began to struck his balls, he was pushed over the limit. With a roar that shook the ship, a wave of pleasure flooded his body from the tip of his dick and the inside of his vagina. It extended to every corner of his being as thick gushes of white semen shoot from every end of his penis. Flooding the male's innards and the female's womb with his seed. The moaned in pleasure and a splash of wetness from Florence's pussiy sloshed against the floor as he came. He was breathing heavily and was evidently tired. He retracted his dick from the male and female, and turned them around while signaling them to clean him up, which they obliged without hesitation.

Meanwhile Parnid was also reaching close to his limit. He had now three females on top of the table, two were kissing and caressing each other while he was fucked from behind and he alternated introducing his dick into each of the female's pussies each time. While the third had her legs spread for Parnid to have full access to devour her labia as he pleased. When the male behind him started to increase the rhythm of his thrusting, so did Parnid, hearing the captain's roar of pleasure only made him even more eager to feel his own orgasm. He pushed harder, deeper, faster. Again and again he pounded his massive body against the delicate female he was ravishing. When he felt the warm strings of fluid filling his vegina as the male behind him cummed, that was the last drop he needed to push himself over the limit. He increased the speed of his thrusting even faster, letting himself swim in the pleasure and warmth that the females were providing him, and as the pleasure reached to it's highest point, he retreated and finished himself with one last glorious strike. A thick shower of fluid spurted from the tip of his dick and covered the three females on top of the table in the musky scent of his sperm. The females scrambled to their knees to clean him up. When he looked at the captain, he found him in a similar position and nodded in acknowledgement. And they both tried their best to catch their breath while the guests serviced them. Florence gave the order for the rest of the crew to walk in and clean up the mess. They covered the few guests that were done with thick blankets and carried them to special cells where the unification process would continue. The pheromones they had been breathing all along, also carried within them nanomachines designed for gene therapy. The strain and hormone release of sex, prompted the nanomachines to re-write the genetic code of those affected to eliminate an traces of sexual dimorphism in the species. That was what "Unification" really meant. These guests were the first, but the process was already underway in the planet below. They had fired the pods earlier. Those females inside which either the captain or the pilot had released their seed, wouldn't have the same fate, however. Their sperm acted as a chemical marker for females. Those that had been cummed inside, would not be turned into hermaphrodites like the rest. They would remain as females and join the ship's harem. They would live like princesses, with every single one of their needs covered and pampered. In exchange they would learn to pleasure the members of the crew, and their skill and rank would be directly related to their skill at pleasure.

This was "Unification", the mission of ISS Raptor. They had already converted a hundred worlds, and they would convert a hundred more, all in the name of peace, love and the great Empire of Unified Planets. Once they were done, there would be no more wars, no more hate, no more fear, no more differences, only one nation to unite all people. And "Unification" was the way forward to that dream.

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