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**The Long Wander's End

By: Veronica Foxx

For: bloons3**

"This is the Long Wander contacting orbital station, requesting docking route," the captain radioed over the navigational comm channel as they approached the third moon of a medium-sized gas giant. "We'll need repairs and maintenance after our last run, so if you could send us near the repair bays, that would be much appreciated."

"This is Vandalaar Station, granting docking request nearest repair bays, guidance incoming, please confirm receipt and stick closely to the designated lane," came the response.

Captain Hrist heard the bleep of the computer as the course blinked into existence on the main viewscreen at the front of the bridge. "Docking lane received, Vandalaar Station. Long Wander out."

Leaning back in his command chair with a sigh of anticipation, the kobold gestured for his pilot/navigator to take them in. It had been a long haul, and his five strong crew had worked their tails off. They may not have the biggest or fastest ship in the galaxy, but it had a sizeable cargo hold that was stuffed to the brim with salvage and mineral ores. There was more than enough to perform repairs and maintenance, refuel, refit a few systems that were in need of it, and even give the crew a decent bonus along with their downtime. It had been an excellent score, and he looked forward to the much deserved rest and relaxation that he would be shortly enjoying.

"Hey, cap, they put us in the first bay right next to the repair bays!" Nirla advised him. "We won't have to wait a week like last time!"

"Guess they must have scanned us and seen what we're carrying," Hrist chuckled, giving her a thumbs up. "Hopefully the first class treatment will carry over once they figure out what we are. Elves can be some racist fucks..."

Lostr, the weapon's officer, nodded agreement, and there was a general grumble around the cabin. If not for the fact that this was the closest station worth selling to, Hrist would have gladly headed for dragon-controlled space. Of course, that would have taken at least a week, and there were plenty enough ore-heavy asteroids back in the belt he had found to fill the hold three times over. It would be better to get a few loads processed and haul a hold filled with refined ores, far more profitable and much more easily sold.

"Aaaaaaaand, docked," Nirla chimed, rightly pleased with herself. They had set down without so much as a bump. "So... are you gonna handle the haggling while we get ourselves some R&R or are you gonna force us to hang around while you split hairs with the penny pinchers?"

"Alright, alright," he gave in with a grin and a magnanimous wave of his hand. "Shore leave granted, back here in twelve hours station time for further orders, but I expect we'll be on downtime for at least two weeks for refit after I get this hunk of junk unloaded on some unsuspecting idiot."

His crew cheered and immediately made their way for the docking port, eager to escape and enjoy their freedom while it lasted. As the captain, it fell to Hrist to handle the dockmaster and tradesmaster, though Nirla would certainly have been helpful with the latter. She had a knack for haggling, but the cargo was valuable enough that a few percentages either way wouldn't matter all that much. He gave them a few minutes to be well on their way before hopping down from his command chair and stretching to relieve the kinks from such a long sit, then he made his way out of the docking port and into the main corridor.

What he found there startled him speechless. Instead of officious and pedantic elves with their pointy ears and oh-so-perfectly coiffed hair, he found a pair of burly gnolls waiting. Admittedly, they could be station security, especially with the cybernetic enhancements both sported, but elves were about as likely to hire gnolls as to fuck an orc. It wasn't unheard of, but it was vanishingly rare. His moment of shock was further extended when he saw his crew past the pair of thugs.

All four of his fellow kobolds was being held pinned to the corridor wall by a gnoll, hands cuffed behind their backs, some sort of helmet over their heads, and large, knotted gnoll cock shoved into them from behind. Unfortunately, Hrist's shock cost him his only chance at escape. A metal hand closed around his throat and lifted him easily, slamming him into the bulkhead.

He clawed at the cybernetic appendage, flailing his legs and struggling to free himself, but it was utterly pointless; a single kobold was no match for an augmented brute like this, and with his crew already taken captive, he had no backup. The other captor swiftly took control of his wrists, pulling them behind his back and slapping cuffs onto him. A helmet similar to those his crew wore was placed on his head, leaving him in complete darkness.

"Whatever you want, take it!" Hrist shouted, hoping these monsters wouldn't want more than a bit of tail and some easy loot. "We've got a hold full of ore and salvage! It's yours!"

"Resistance is useless," one of the gnolls answered, though his voice lacked any heat or the usual avaricious hunger such brutes often displayed. "You will join us."

"Wh-what? What do you mean join? We're not pirates! You can have our stuff, just let us go with our lives! You can even have the ship, if you want, just don't eat us!"

Initiating override... flashed across the visor, followed by Obedience brings pleasure. Resistance brings pain.

Then came a blast of light and sound that left the kobold stunned. He felt himself being turned, his chest pressed to the cold metal of the corridor wall, and tried to struggle. He knew what was coming next, but his body wouldn't respond. It was like he was being held in a stasis field from the neck down, but he could still feel everything happening to him, especially the warm, wet tip that was being pressed up under his tail.

He expected pain when it pressed into him. He had never taken it up he tailpipe from anyone even close to as large as the gnoll, and he was sure he would be torn open by it. Instead, as the pointed shaft thrust into him, he felt a wave of pleasure the likes of which he had never experienced before. It was like having the taste of his favorite food in the universe at the same time as having a full body massage and being immersed in a hot mineral bath. He felt it sink in, deeper than any cock he'd ever had inside him, deep enough that his guts should be cramping, the bulb at the gnoll's base pressing against his cheeks, but all he felt was wave after wave of that intense pleasure.

It pulled back and roughly slammed into him again, and he felt his own shaft burst into full hardness as he came just from that one thrust. It thrust again, and he came again, the pleasure of the orgasm only just barely more than from the fucking he was getting. Then the blinding flash and the deafening sound came once more. He couldn't help the scream that was ripped from his throat as every inch of him was set on fire, the worst of it centering on his overly stretched tailhole and brutalized rear tunnel. He kicked and struggled, claws digging into the palms of his hands as he fought to free himself and flee the agony that coursed through him.

Obedience brings pleasure. Resistance brings pain.

The light and sound returned, and the pain switched off, leaving him gasping and reeling, whimpering softly. He hung limp in the gnoll's grasp, letting it rut him without an ounce of fight. After a few thrusts, which hurt but not nearly as badly as the second flash had made it, he felt the pleasure waves returning. Slowly, at first, then becoming more and more intense as he hung there without a struggle. Even the sharp stab at the back of his neck sent a burst of bliss that had him cumming.

Then the message came again, and somehow he knew that it was coming across his eyes instead of across the visor in front of them.

Obedience brings pleasure. Resistance brings pain.

And Hrist knew that he'd be living by that slogan for the rest of his life, unless he could somehow manage to get whatever implant they had just plugged into his brain out of him.

The End