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Bang! The flagon hit the oaken table hard, the shock made Dthana jump, He only looked at the bartender once, but the large ham hand grabbed him by the throat and lapel of his collar brought him up into that huge face. “You wanna make sumthin’ out of it?” He spoke like it was scalding hot water out of his mouth, because it had to be. His face was red as a beet.

Dthana was going to act the slave but caught himself, he was an officer again and on top of it he was now Captain of a ship as well. “You Sir are crushing my Cravat! I suggest you release me or “

“OR what? You skinny little thin-armed, fuck-toy bitch!” He sneered at the Green, Pink and Purple skin colored from massive GBI injection skin of the pink mane plumed Dthana pushing him back away, “Drink your drink and shut up if ya know what’s good for you … Zith! …Ahhhhh!” The bartender looked up noticing something and turned away from Dthana, releasing him without shoving backwards, there was a hint that he meant to from the short push with his big arm, but stopped looking down the bar past the Amolean.

He let go and walked down his bar. Dthana felt a presence. Bvient was putting his guns away when Dthana looked his way. Dthana smiled at him, “Good thing you showed up, because any second there I was going light up and down his ass…Yeah good thing!” Dthana was lying of course. The Yellow GBI that had been used on him in his capture had been added into the GBI injections each time he was given a booster of one of the GBI drugs Sitrans used to control their slaves. Yellow made the slave nauseous as well as sapped their strength and mostly made the slave intensely unable to fight from an overwhelming feeling of fear. Dthana was sort of looking of ahead of Bvient as he turned to walk away; the great fear rose up like wave inside his stomach and choked Dthana from saying much back, officer or not.

“Good thing! We can get him back…” Bvient said he went to go and signal the gruff old bastard to come back.

Shaking a little now, his sides sweating profusely in reaction to the Yellow GBI still in his system Dthana said, “Naw, let’s leave him alone,” Hoping his overwhelming fear did not show through too much, his voice had cracked on the last syllable.

((Bravado always helped)), the Old Senior Major told him that; “Here’s your drink, I’m kind of not thirsty for alcohol” Dthana said putting the tall flagon in Bvient’s hands.

Bvient took the flagon a wry smile on his face, “No alcohol, you know, if I drank a lot of this, I could get you high during….” He left off saying what that was, since it made Dthana relax and stop bunching up tightening his body and trembling.

Dthana didn’t hear him well, the noise in the daytime party drowned him out, no one really cared who was whom, Bvient was coated with pistols so no one dared grab for Dthana, he only wore a loincloth on his groin, a finely elaborate open top coat and a silken shirt underneath, both were shiny jet black, except the frilly cravat, that was bright yellow.

Dthana still wore the Hussar boots, really like spats covering his legs up to the knee and had on the sash and that old coat from the planet. Someone in the same corps, but not an officer, only a couple people noticed Dthana as he came towards them. But every body in the room that looked falling off their chairs as his naked hairless pink ass walked away. However good judgment and the alcohol in hand decided Bvient was just a little much to take on, the others in the room their cocks aroused by the sexy zith though “Maybe later …when I can get him alone”.

Dthana led the way back through the farting, belching, singing throng from other ships. These smelly, perfumed a lot of flamboyant pirates, decked out in the fashion of ancient pirates of some far off world no one but Dthana could pronounce.

He thought, ((“Who would name their planet after excrement-soil. But well, maybe it looses something in the translation, -Earth”)).

They got through with only one side not wet from thrown drinks and breaking bottles, bones of some cooked meat still hanging off and leaving a oily stain, against the wall. A few were getting too rowdy, a couple others not in their party though, cracked bottles over their heads and they dropped to the bench seat. There was uproar of laughter from the companions to those drunks misfortune by their fellows, being set back down and unconscious. A few minutes later they were back with a rag to clamp down the bleeding they were back singing again, sloshing ale in hand.

Dthana and Bvient got back to the far table, they’d snagged from other patrons, and Dthana came back and sat down on a barrel top then stood up again, with a flush on his face.

“Whoops!” he stepped away backwards over the barrel, as Tsenk pulled his thumb out of Dthana’s ass, “Oh sorry Captain, I missed, I was going for your tail” Tsenk lied badly, “No, really!”

Dthana was coming back down from being thumb fingered through to the hairs up inside past his splincer, a flush was going slowly away, his senses felt calmer, then calmer still, he took a deep breath and sighed. Then he went to sit back down again. Tsenk’s thumb rubbed his sensitive underside of his permanently upraised tail. A smutty smile came across Dthana’s face as the massage continued, “HHhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Bvient sipped his ale, quietly on the other side of Dthana. Syka and his new buddy Khiors were crawling across the throng with several ales in hand. These two were the worker helpers, Syka was with Siangka’s original crew and Khiors was the new man found to be also Kasan like the rest of them at the space/airbase.

It was only a month ago they broke out and got here to this part of space.

The Sitran commander of the space refit maintenance depot screamed “Deserters!” toward Siangka and the 488 crew, as they stole an unnamed unloaded planet fall obiter fighter bomber.

That was the take off, but before getting through the maze on the ground, from the dune hill it had looked a simple trick. But they’d gotten lost once they’d gotten down to the fence line.

But it had taken a lot longer than Dthana had planned. The bonus was, nothing from that space/airbase would be following, once they took off.

Bvient had fired the 83mm cannon while on the move, Tsenk in eighth gear and down to sixth most of the time running some Chiene’ Shike over, the bump, bump, bump on one side was the three wheels on that side mangling the body under the wheels.

He had spun on one guy by screeching to break to a halt. He fumbled and ground gears till he double clutched and the 488 rose up off the second tandem drive wheels onto the rear tandem wheels in a wheel stand. They were finally going the right way,

Then it was up the ramp and inside the fighter-bomber. Bvient jumped out first and shot four times into one Sitran then he fast as lightening first shot under his left arm then finished the man facing him in a turn following his arm dance into the other Sitran and finished his existence on this clone’s life another three more, into the other guard, a look of surprise with his mouth fully open. Still with the overheated Keshao in his right hand, his left Bvient helped Dthana out in one motion straight up through the hatch.

Two Chiene Shike lay on the tarmac just at the base of the ramp; Bvient had quickly pointed the Keshao at the three maintenance workers that came down from the cockpit. One was Khiors, the other two were Sitrans.

(Really the craft is built like a side by side splayed away from each other slightly leading in a dual nose fuselages, melded into the much larger central cargo hold like fuselage to the large rocket engine exhaust ports. This a massive center wide section where the heat ticking armored car 488 sat, parked inside the belly). The Keshao told the worker closest to raise the ramp and secure the rear hatch. Which he did, Bvient could see two of them were clones, excess wrinkles on the wrists, just like himself and the rest of them all were. Dthana fell as he slipped on blood all over the side of the vehicle and down to the deck plates. “Eww Talbott’s balls, who did you kill Tsenk!” Dthana said as he got up then raced towards the cockpits.

They both had redundant controls. Dthana looked to the ceiling, ((Sitrans designed such asinine ships)), and he shook his head and got into the pilots seat on the left positioned fuselage. He slid into a unembellished flat cushioned seat, until you sat in it, then some kind of foaming bubbly goop filled in under the material encasing you in it. You could only move your arms and legs, and move your eyes. “Talbotts balls what a stupid harness system!” Dthana yelled out.

Dthana started the engines up. An archaic craft it was quaint Dthana thought, “((Probably have no idea what this craft will do either. They think those are redundant systems like the way they designed the rest of the ship…))” Dthana thought as he brought the atmospheric engines up the speed.

The big turbines blowing a lot of thrust behind the ship made it shoot out into motion. Then the ship went off at an angle that seemed straight up even though they did not start out that way. The surface of the planet seemed to spin down away from them, due to their trajectory. The trip off was not as exciting as all that stuff on the ground, shooting the guns and driving over armored elite grenadier guards, just like those Chiene’ Shike bastards that beat him up in their vicious rape of him.

Dthana found there were absolutely zero long-range scanners, but for some bizarre reason the Sitrans had installed a pulse communicator on board. Dthana turned it off. “They don’t know how to use it; they think it is a homing beacon to track the ship, asinine idiots!”

Dthana was mumbling but not saying these things; he did not want to offend his family in any way. Tsenk, Bvient, Syka and Siangka were his family; his real family was on one of the inner planets of the system.

But without some kind of long-range scanner he’d never find them. A short-range scanner showed a formation of ships coming their way. Dthana changed course then, but so did they. They were not closing but now the scanner showed another group coming from in front. “Clever little bastards aren’t you!” He did say that out loud.

Dthana announced the other ships, “Well we have a squadron in back of us, and one in front of us, and you guys want to man the defenses that would be prudent I would think!”

“Aye-aye, Captain!” Siangka said before anyone.

Bvient looked at Siangka nodded then back at the flight crewman of this craft, “Where are they?”

Khiors spoke up first looking at Siangka then Bvient, “Not on board, sorry this was going to be a troop carrier, umm prisoner carrier. We stripped them out last week. This ship is to make the one run to the frozen moon then the engines were to be cannibalized to operate as the only generators for the prison colony there.

“It’s up to you Captain,” Siangka replied. Dthana turned the magnetron engine on then started the graviton engine, the one the Sitrans though was a redundant engine. Then he reached for the fuel lever pulling it full on.

Khiors a flight engineer was lost, no Sitran officer had ever done that before, he spoke up alarmed, “Umm you can’t change polarity yet, the intermix is cold!” He yelled out. Dthana ignored him and turned both engines off just as he changed polarity.

Khiors screamed a long yell, but only streaks were passing by blue to white ones then little red tips, he wailed down in volume till he was elbowed by Syka. “We’re not dead, how did you DO that?” Khiors had his mouth open really wide too, matching his reddish eyes, in shock.

Siangka leaned over a little though he did not have move very far inside the cockpit was cramped, “That is why HE is our Captain!” He made a squint on his left eye until closed and made a half smile, leaning back. Dthana pushed a button and his couch drained. He got up, “Wow, I sure am famished, who are you?” he looked at Khiors.

Khiors started to reply but the Amolean had kneeled in front of him and was undoing his pants. Khiors reached to hold his hands in front of himself a Keshao whipped up and out and he relaxed his hands, the gun was pressed into his temple. Bvient was on the other end of the gun.

Dthana reached in and untied his underwear, Khiors began to whimper and cry, he though Dthana was going to do something really bad to him, Dthana planted his mouth on the tip of Khiors cock and sucked into his mouth. Khiors let out a terrified wail, “NOOOOOOoooooo. Oh 0h-ho-ho-ho-ho hoo!” Dthana drank his whole cock down his throat. Khiors was laughing now. Dthana began to bob his head back and forth the get the now happy Kasan to cum, which he did. A Keshao was holstered as Khiors looked down to Dthana’s pink plumed head, like someone without a brain in their head and looked slack jawed at his initiation.

Syka then announced; “Hey, you can torture me next! Yes!” He stood up and pulled everything down to his ankles then sat back down. He reached for Bvient’s gun to point it at his own head, Bvient smiling jerked it back and put it away instead. He slipped his own pants off then, “New rule until we get to where – ever we are going, no one wears pants or underwear, agreed?” Khiors and Syka emphatically agreed bobbing their heads in unison.

Dthana was now making Syka laugh uncontrollably, and then he too blew a load that would take a knothole out of a fence at ten feet!

Dthana had exhausted everybody they were all asleep in minutes. He didn’t need sleep; he just waited for the ship to come out of the popped clutch dragster style hyper jump he’d created.

About a few hours later, he turned on the pulse communicator then and it zinged off a nearby star bouncing the signal back. He timed the next pulse to get a range then turned the magnetron back on to move towards that yellow main sequence star. The ship automatically slowed from hyperspace, as soon as the magnetron came on line.

His hopes were dashed at first, two big gas giants and then seventeen rocky worlds without an atmosphere. Then there was this big inner gas giant with only one moon orbiting it. This one was a blue jewel coated in white clouds. Dthana smiled at the discovery.

Dthana turned off the Magnetron letting the moons gravity pull them in. A little while later after using the atmospheric engines he flew to a nice wide plain with a river in the middle of it. Mostly it was flat and he could spare the fragile Sitran craft damage upon landing.

The others awoke to sunshine through the rear hatch, since he had set the ramp down; Dthana was outside completely naked lying in the grass. Everybody happily glomped the Captain when they came outside, All but Bvient he stood watch until Dthana blew each of the others in turn, Syka crawled back up the ramp, "My balls hurt," he complained a huge smile on his face, he looked at Bvient, "You're turn!" he happily chimed.

Setting up a small camp they’d next gone out for a scout and had found this Port Royal sort of a place. A quick flight moved camp and the ship in closer. Other crews and ships were here already, some deals were made, and Dthana and the crew had traded the Graviton engine for an old used Ion drive unit. “The Graviton won’t work without the magnetron coupled to it,” Khiors had said, but Dthana shushed him, Siangka was the broker of the deal, spit in the palms then slapped hands together. The deal was struck; the two crewmen installed the engine with Dthana’s guidance. And they never saw the other crew again.

After a month the extra money they’d gotten with the deal, since their Graviton unit was new and the Ion engine was old, the deal called for equality. But now they were down to the silver pieces.

They huddle around the table, sitting on benches and stools and Dthana on a barrel since he had such long legs.

“So gentlemen, this is the last of our funds.” Siangka, made first officer dumped the seven coins in the middle of the table.

No one spoke they all sipped their ales, Dthana spoke up, with a shaky voice, “Ummm …I ahh, ooo that is nice could you rub on, …yesss!” Dthana said as Tsenk rubbed a new spot on the underside of his tail. “OKAY!” He startled everybody with the volume, ‘Tsenk you said that was a mistake!” Dthana glared at him, Tsenk ducked his head down a little, “Sorry Captain.” The flush slowly went away again and Dthana could think again, he looked at Tsenk who shrugged again then with a small smile began with his idea.

“We need to get umm money right? Well let’s do the real pirate thing and go commandeer someone’s ship, or something like it!” Dthana said, looking at each man’s face in turn.

Syka spoke up, “Good plan Captain but where, we can’t leave this system we need navigation scanners, long range!”

Dthana stood up, “Not a problem, I can take us back to Kasan 2.”

Everyone stopped drinking and stared at him.

“Yeah I know, you think they will take us down don’t you. Nope, they won’t we’ll land on the desert far away from the base we want to attack then just drive over and pick up whatever we need then just drive back to the ship and then back here, simple!”

Dthana had stopped talking since they had no ideas of their own that was pretty much orders, they were all raised in the military, though on different sides originally.

“Okay guys, I’m really hungry now we have to get a room or find a nice open spot, okay, like soon, I haven’t had anything all day!” Dthana complained, his Avole taking the place of his entire digestive and lymphatic systems growled for sustenance, seconding his motion for the meeting to break up.

The Sitrans had made a drug that once it is inside you a parasite eats your digestive organs. This is painless except for the need to remove anything the person ate through the way it came in, as well as the normal way. That is it induces the victim to vomit their guts out and their lower bowels empty immediately. The result is the parasite dies and its ‘offspring’ is the Avole organ. A husk of the parasite that functions as the only organ of metabolism reduction. With this organ inside him, Dthana’s life and youth expectancy are thousands of times over, in other words his lifetime the same age he is now is lengthened. As long as he eats only one food, the protein and life pretty much is what sperm is, a gift of spooge.

As ordered they all slammed their drinks down and Siangka scooped up the money, then the entire group crawled back into the bar and over to the stairs then up to the rooms, all six of them.

The woman prostitute exclaimed and angrily said “One at a time, thank you.” But was hustled out into the coolness of outside in the hall stomping her feet with only one silver piece, Khiors only slammed the door shut, “We just want the room!” he yelled at her through the door, she said a quiet “Oh” then went to another room.

Siangka relaxed on the bed as everyone dropped their pants and showed they’d even stopped wearing underwear at all. Bodies took up positions around the room, to watch or just wait.

Khiors and Syka wanted to be first, so they took Dthana eagerly at both ends. Khiors stroked in a moaning Dthana, a deep-throat on Khior’s pole. Khiors had stopped pumping when tapped; Dthana had made a code to announce what he wanted and how he wanted it. Khiors obliged, his face was all light green from his flush from lust.

Syka was slowly sliding in and out his full length was actually thicker but not as long as everybody else, he’d stated that he was a throwback, to earlier Kasans. Dthana had clamped his gums down on Khiors cock a hiss came out of Khiors like steam escaping a pipe, it had a little whine with it as Khiors was getting that slack jaw going, drool formed a puddle in his spot, some he wiped off of Dthana’s nose, with his free hands, in a gentle palm swipe.

Syka wanted to stroke a little faster, he palmed Dthana’s pelvis to show what he wanted so Dthana widened his stance more, this changed the angle and a new line of hairs made Dthana’s eyes roll around in their sockets. Dthana slid off Khiors then the flush was on him, he wavered for a second in this level of ecstasy then dove back on Khiors; a whimpering moan came out of Khiors as Dthana pushed his mouth on Khiors cock his jaws tightly pressed to only let in the flattened cock squeezed between his smooth gums.

Dthana slid his tongue up and around back and forth under then up the sides of Khior’s cock, Khiors made a face that everyone had done at least a thousand times each, his lips pulled in, strained over his teeth in the open mouth look, so that the teeth could be made out on his lips in the contours they had.

It was really hard, Khiors wanted to yell out at the top of his lungs, but they’d get kicked out like the last time, he bit his lip instead and whined really loud and then he grunted as he came, deep in Dthana’s throat. His balls were milked of every last bit too. A silly laugh came out of him when got ‘milked’.

Syka was getting his game on, breathing like a steam engine, his hisses were joined by the “Oh” of Dthana in each bounce forwards, then both of them slowed again Syka shoved himself as far as he could go and Dthana raised up on all fours as he swallowed the last dregs of Khiors syrupy watery cum, and who slumped back down again.

Bvient replaced Khiors and Dthana smiled him into his mouth next. Syka did sing out but a hand clamped his mouth, Siangka’s hand. Muffled he increased the volume to equal the way he felt.

Nothing leaked out when his limp cock slid out of Dthana. He slumped back too, and looked at his new friend also exhausted for the time being. He held up thumbs up sign, when he’d done a good job on the engines or any refit he would do that across a room to Tsenk. Khiors brought up a thumb weakly he wore a huge smile too.

Siangka got up into Dthana next the two crew of the 488 shoved Dthana into each other they interlocked their fingers together and pushed into him from both directions, “Try and push into us now, you say you are not equine remember.” That indignation made Dthana a little hot from denial and anger but the Yellow still in him cut it short with fear to retaliate. Instead he relaxed and let it pass, the nausea and rising fear as well subsided, he became a compliant slave again while getting ‘fed’.

Bvient laughed at Siangka’s ribbing of Dthana, they pressed him like a grape between them but they popped before he did, each one let go of the other and screamed into their own coats, muffling they’re climaxes.

All this time Tsenk had been working and now had some kind of rig arranged above the bed. He waited for the two to get done then helped Dthana off the floor, He held him in his arms as he inserted Dthana in the harness, “What am I doing in this now Tsenk?” Dthana said looking at the bed facing down, “I can’t reach the bed even.”

“Khiors will you do the honors please?” Tsenk stripped off the rest of his clothes and then got up to insert the smooth of Dthana into his own ass. “I told you once a long time ago now, back before we came here, I made you a promise! “

He nodded to Khiors who got a hold of Dthana’s legs then pushed him into a circle spinning, Dthana’s eyes rolled around in his head, “I told you would like spinning, this is spinning, “ Tsenk said,

He pushed Dthana all the way onto the base of his hairs all of them singing in individually, saliva sprayed out of a vibrato singing Dthana as he spun around the hairs on his cock were first tugged on in one direction, then when the line kinked back the other way. Dthana was gibbering again; Tsenk shoved his own ass deep onto Dthana’ twelve inch now fully flared love shaft. Laughing joyful sounds came out of the spinning Amolean.

“YES! I LOVE SPINNING!”

Round and round like an echo sort of, everyone laughed with him. Then he exploded into Tsenk, stopped from spinning around, by Khiors. Dthana was in that place again. Bvient lowered him to the bed sheets and he was in the rush now. A good rush for the look on his face was like something angelic.

Khiors got into the harness suspended from the ceiling and was hooked up, into Dthana in Dthana’s back passage Khiors was spun next. This twisted the hairs around inside Dthana again but the ecstasy was not his dick this time it was in his other place. He went a little higher in that place he goes.

Tsenk giggled as he looked into Dthana’s face, “He is a ways up there, I think.” The door burst open and the bartender and three of the bouncers were standing in the doorway.

“You guys are stinking up the whole damned place, that spunk has gots to go!” Bvient was twin pistols, but two larger weapons poked around the bartender, “Get out!” the ham hand said.

Everyone picked up their stuff and clothes and removed Khiors from the spinner rig, with Syka’s help. Dthana reached for it before they filed out the door, Tsenk said, “I’ll make another one, don’t worry this will get better,” Dthana smiled in his arms hugging the big part Dhraisian part Kasan to him. “That was a nice snack guys, I’m going to need you all for the next few hours,” a universal ‘my balls are going to be sore as hell tomorrow again’ groan came out of everybody. They all went back to their camp, still Dthana’s crew was very happy.