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Galaxis 9 By: Pent Ghelsburg

Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. They are the original and rightful intellectual property of their creators. I use them with permission and respect. This work revolves around a somewhat sexual relationship between underaged characters. You have been warned.

"Curiosity is the essence of our existence"

-Gene Cernan

The vast beyond of space is not just an infinite void. The many stars, constellations, and planets that dot the various systems give each of them their unique makeup and design in the more generalized views of the omniverse. No one person knows all of the nuances of each system but there are many who work their hardest in an effort to understand the intricacies of space. Each is important but none more so than the team of exploratory vessels that populate the various layers of each system.

One such team is that of the Mercenary Starship, Galaxis 9. It is but a small part of a larger group under the authority of the allied planets. Galaxis 9 wasn't the most well-known unit of the military but its purpose was well respected by those who knew of its existence. Among the various units of the 162 in the fleet, Galaxis 9 was renowned as a unit known for its research and recovery missions. Perhaps the most famous of which was the far-off planet of Canarmo.

It was the turn of the new generation and Canarmo had until recently been in contact with the Federation in regards to joining the union. To this point, the delegates from Canarmo had been communicating rather regularly with the emissaries of the Federation. The leadership among the Federation was very much under the impression that Canarmo was not only going to join the union but also contribute in terms of trade and military exchanges.

In the recent weeks, communication had fallen silent. All lines that were connected between the hub at the Federation and Canarmo seemed to produce nothing. Several attempts were made to reach out and each time they did so, was met with a deafening silence. Then the reports started to come in, though it wasn't from Canarmine officials. There were rumors that the planet had suffered a rather devastating epidemic.

As such the Federation had planned to send both envoys as well as an extraction team to rescue those who they could and return them to the safety of Federation territory. The crew tasked with this was that of Galaxis 9. The captain was always keen to take up a new mission in an effort to polish his own resume. The captain was one of the few felines in the fleet and as such he had to take extra care on each and every mission he carried out.

The man went by the name of Aurum and very few of his crew knew very little about him. The only thing any of them knew is that the man had a single son who went on every single mission that his father went on. The reason being that Aurum had long since been windowed by his wife who had been hunted down and killed by disheartened assassins who supposedly been wronged by the captain.

Though it had been many years since that fateful day, Aurum never forgave himself for leaving her side. He promised to remain faithful to her, even through death. One thing that never left his side was a locket he had given his wife shortly after their marriage, which he now wore with a picture at the center of the jewelry. Though the thing was a little bit feminine, he was secure enough in his masculinity that it didn't bother him.

His son was a wayward youth who had remain astray of the traditional school system. Instead, he had been enrolled in the space academy. Now 14 the boy had seen much more action than many of his peers. As such he was treated as a step above his age-mates as he had been placed in several dire situations in the past. None of them were exactly life-threatening but they served as real-world experience nonetheless.

Aurum and his son were of the galactic tribe known as felinates. They were albino tigers who hailed from the long deserted planet of Parmus. It was the destruction of their home that had torn the family apart and it was something that still haunted the man to this day. Often times he looked out onto the horizon hoping to see his home planet once again. It has been a decade since that day and he still worked diligently to not allow the ordeal to drag him down as he was now set on making sure no one else dealt with the same strife he had in his past.

Aurum had assigned his son as a cabin boy so that none of the other crewmates could complain about their assignments. Each of them knew their role under the man and each of them knew that he was a no-nonsense type of person. Everyone knew to mind their place and keep their nose low to the ground. This mission was no different, except in the fact that the crew was now expected to act as a means for recovery.

Aurum had issued a stern address to his crew promising them that "No one person was to be left behind."

His crew was drastically cut as they wanted to afford as much space to refugees as possible. Still, they had enough to get by just barely, but that didn't stop the ever-muted conversations of complaints and rumors of dismissal. Oliver, his son, had been tasked early on with quelling the fears of the population. To this point, he had done a fairly good job and as they got ever closer to their destination it became less and less of an issue.

It was the day of arrival and Galaxis was fast nearing the orbit of Canarmine airspace. Aurum now had all hands on deck in preparation for their arrival to the planet. All systems were regular and there were no warnings of note to be had on any of the regulatory monitors. Aurum and his son sat at the viewing glass where they looked together at the vast horizon of space. Like normal, there was very little to see other than stars and the growing light of the planet in the distance.

As they neared the planet, they began to see an increasing amount of asteroids pop up all around them. Aurum took control of the steering mechanism and worked his way to and fro as he tried to avoid hitting any number of space rocks that seemed to be littered everywhere they looked. Oliver couldn't believe what he was seeing as several abandoned starships floated by as they got ever closer to the oncoming planet.

Now that Canarmo was in distance, the boy could get a better look at it. The planet looked peaceful enough from afar but as they got closer, they could spot out the lush green plains from above. At the center of it all they could make out a small city stood among the otherwise open environment. No lights seemed to be emanating from it. A sense of fear grew over him as the surface of the planet seemed to be beset with a strange stillness and seemed to be devoid of life, at least from afar.

Aurum takes the ship in for extraction as the stabilizing gears of the ship ground into place. The ship began to rattle back and forth since there was no gravitational reception being offered by control on the planet's surface. The captain forced the ship into a parked position as the ship made an abrupt stop. The boy fell backward and yelped in pain as he twisted his arm. Aurum looked over at his son and went over to help him up, the boy clutched his arm in pain.

A nearby medical staff stepped in to help the kid as he was taken back to the infirmary. In the meanwhile, his father made his way to the transport vessels. He waved over towards two women who he thought would best aid him in the mission, Signa and Bally. The two of them nodded their heads in affirmation as no one would dare reject the captain's orders.

"Alright crew. Our mission is clear; we are to recover any survivors and return them to the ship for treatment. Remember do not take off your helmet once we land." He talked as they made their way towards the back of the ship.

Aurum waited as the two women came to his side. The two crewmates in question were his symbolical wingmates. Bally was an expert in combat. Though she didn't use actual weapons she relied rather on subduing her enemy. She was considered one of the most adept members of the fleet in that she had yet to kill a single enemy in combat. Instead, she relished on capturing those who she preyed upon and got information from them.

Signa on the other hand was a communication expert who actually had immigrated from the Canarmo planet herself. She was a linguist expert who had more than a few diplomatic skills up her sleeve. Signa was one of the only furs on the entire ship and many of her mates ignored the issue since she had proved herself time and time again. Together they were a tandem that had collaborated on various missions in the past.

The three of them walked towards the equipment bay where they put on gyro suits that would give them oxygen as well as provide extra gravity beyond the planet's own pull. Canarmo was known for its low gravity. Once they were suited up, Aurum pressed a button on his suit which began the flow of oxygen. They were now ready and made their way to the extraction shuttle which was a short walk away. A few of his fellow crewmates watched as they entered the small shuttle.

The trip from the Galaxis 9 to the ground below was short. However, with the lack of guidance, the captain had to rely on his own skill to land the small vessel. Aurum was more than able to bring the transport in for a safe landing and the two other passengers didn't even notice the difference in the landing. Once they were at the ground level, the captain activated the transportation mechanism which was to be used for any refugees they found for a quick return to the ship above them.

Pariminato waited for his wingmates and pressed a button on his jacket which caused a ramp in front of them to lower. The mechanism made a muffled thud and descended to the ground below. The captain led onto the planet's surface below. As they descended they could see that the land was even more devoid of life than they thought. Had they not had an air compression helmet on, they might catch the virus. Once they stepped foot on the ground, they got a much better sense of just how bad it was.

The captain led on without fear looking for any signs of life. The occasional body and animal corpse could be seen littered on the floor as they kept their lines of sight below them in order to see if they could find footsteps or some other indication of survival. It was strangely silent, so much so that they could hear the oxygen recycling from the mechanisms of their suit. Before long they could overhear the faint sound of crying in the distance.

This was the sign they were waiting for. Quickly the trio began to run in the distance. They spread out continuing to listen for the cry. Signa ended up being the one to find herself nearing ever closer. Her more keen sense of hearing allowed her to pick up the whines with more accuracy. She leaned down on the floor and picked up the scent of whatever was in the distance. Her primal senses knew that it had to be close.

A few moments later she was found a small boy cowering in a hole. He laid there completely naked and bundled up. Like herself, he was a Doberman and he had yet to notice she was even behind him. Signa grabbed her radio and phoned in.

"Captain, I've found one survivor. Seems to be a teen." She reached out and touched the teen who looked back at her with tears rolling down his eyes.

"Great. Take them back to the ship and then report back after for more recovery." Some static followed Aurum's voice.

She leaned down and extended her paw out to the boy before speaking in her native language. "Alright, I'm here to help little one. Want to come with me?"

"Um..." He hesitated as he didn't expect to see any of his own kind again.

She reached back into a pack behind her suit and pulled out a small treat before handing it to him. "I promise I won't hurt you."

The boy took the small morsel and nibbled on it. She took off the visor of her helmet so that he could see her. Signa figured seeing her face would put him more at ease and perhaps persuade him to believe she wasn't a threat.

"Okay..." The teen caved in as he felt hopeless and figured he had no other choice in the matter.

Signa extended out her paw to him and picked him up. He looked emaciated to her and a fragment of existence. His body showed burn marks and seemed frail enough to need help to walk as he wobbled a bit. She extended aid to him, though it didn't last long as he straggled about. Eventually, she put him on her shoulders, after putting her helmet back on. She began the somewhat long and arduous walk back to the Galaxis. The teen was pretty light and it didn't require as much effort as she originally thought.

She made the trip rather quickly as she assumed the boy was injured and wanted him to be looked at. Once they were inside the transport ship, she took him off her shoulders and placed the teen flat in her arms. Signa made her way over to the transport mechanism and waited as it recognized her presence. She pressed a button on her suit that activated the communication systems.

"Medical team be ready, I have one boy who needs attention." Just as she finished saying that a blue light surrounded her and she was beamed up the Galaxis 9 itself.

The blue eventually faded and Signa descended from the platform. She found no one else around and figured they were avoiding the boy's arrival due to questions surrounding his health. Once they were on board the teen couldn't help but shiver. The controlled environment of the vessel was not something he was used to. Signa felt him shaking and wondered what she could do to help but since she didn't have a blanket or clothes on hand, she figured it would have to wait.

She picked up the pace and headed right for the medical ward. The nurses and doctors inside had already received intelligence from the recon group that Signa was bringing a refugee to them for their services. When she arrived the nurse was waiting for her. The nurse was an alien from the Xabis sector and she had been taken on for her skills in sedatives. Signa leaned down so that the shorter woman could take hold of the injured teen on her shoulders.

The teen was still shaking and felt himself being transitioned between the two as he squirmed a bit, suspecting that he might fall to the ground. The alien seemed to be of an aquatic species that had evolved beyond needing constant exposure to water. She was primarily blue and her arms and fingers resembled a more advanced form of cephalopods.

"Hiya, little guy. My name is Bochi. What's yours?" She placed him on the nearby table for a quick examination.

Signa showed herself out as she had other things she needed to attend to. "Thanks, Bo. Keep me updated on his status."

Bochi waved her friend off and noticed that the small boy was shaking from his apparent lack of clothing.

Bochi stepped to the side of the room, as she did her long tail and flukes dragged along the floor.

The furry boy watched with interest as he finally answered the question. "Max..."

She looked him over. He seemed strangely small, especially for a canid. His tail was strangely thin, it seemed something more than emaciation.

"Ah, I see. Well, wrap yourself in this until we can get you some clothing. I need to run some tests on you to see if you have parasites or any notable illness." The aquan threw him a small blanket.

The Doberman took a hold of the blanket and wrapped himself in it and immediately felt better. Bochi returned to the table with a small digital thermometer in her tentacle-like hand.

"Open up, please." She pinned the thing on the bottom of his lip waiting for him to open it.

Max did as he was told before she took his temperature. Nothing was said once she verified that it seemed to be normal. She backed away from the table and handed him the small sandwich that she was saving for lunch.

She could tell that he seemed to be underweight by just looking at him. The teen didn't wait a single second before devouring the meal into his maw. Some of his fur seemed to be shedding off him, even know he wasn't moving much.

"Thanks!" He said as the tail behind him slowly swished on top of the surface of the metal of the table.

The squid-like woman smiled as she retrieved a small syringe from her cabinet. "Alright this might sting a bit but I need some blood to check your vitals.

The small canine closed his eyes and flinched as the women took his blood. It only took a few seconds and then she finished.

"All done. Give me a second and I'll take you somewhere where you can relax and maybe we can get you some clothing." Bochi figured the perfect place for a boy his age would be to share a room since refugees were expected to stay ship-side.

She placed the extraction into a vial and disposed of her gloves before returning to the table. The aquan helped the small boy to the floor. He seemed to be quite small to her and he wasn't sure as to his age but she knew she was tall compared to most. Bochi reached out to offer him a hand but Max didn't seem quite willing to take it. The woman thought nothing of it and proceeded to lead him out of the infirmary.

Bochi led him down the halls. Several of the humans stared down at the teen as he noticed their stare, he looked down. Many of them thought it could have been Signa's kid but knew she wasn't with anyone. Still, it was an oddity to have a fur on board so they couldn't help but stare at the critter. The woman gave many of them a wary look as she wanted her patient to be comfortable.

Before long they arrived at Oliver's quarters. Oliver had been seen earlier by her so she knew he would likely be resting from his minor injury. She pressed the button which announced her entry. As they entered Oliver peered up from where he was sitting. The feline looked over at the other furry teen and wasn't entirely sure what he was seeing. Sure he had seen Signa before plenty of times but this was the first time he'd seen a male counterpart of what he assumed to be her species.

"This is Oliver. Oliver...this is Max. He's a refugee from Canarmo so please make nice. I have work to do so I'll leave you two be." The woman didn't even bother to enter and made her exit since her presence was always required at the medical ward.

An awkward silence was exchanged between the two. Oliver's arm was now in a sling though it wasn't cast. He got up from where he was sitting and walked over to the teen who was only a bit smaller than himself. To Oliver, the other teen looked younger but in actuality, they were about the same age.

"Hiya..." Max's voice squeaked as he spoke, rather high-pitched for a teen and even cracked a bit.

As Oliver looked at the other teen, he noticed that much of the fur on his tail was sparse. In fact, he could see some pinkness to it. It also seemed a bit long for a canine of his breed, at least compared to Signa whose own tail was much shorter.

Oliver got up from where he was sitting. "Hello, how are you feeling?"

"Mmm...kinda queazy I guess. My stomach hurts." The canid teen was still hungry even know he had a small snack only moments ago.

The feline boy scratched his head as if a bit confused. "Do you want something to eat?"

"Sure!" The canine literally jumped where he was standing.

Oliver dissipated for a few seconds leaving Max to his own devices. Max remained patient while waiting, almost as if a dog waiting for his master to return. When the cat boy returned he had a small meal in his hand and a small pill he had collected from the medical ward in hopes of settling his friend's stomach. He handed it over to his friend who wasted no time in gorging the meal and pill in one go.

"Better now?" Oliver asked while tapping his foot awaiting an answer.

Max nodded his head and extended his arms outward in a show of satisfaction. "Yep!"

This small showing of joy made the sharp pain in his chest exacerbate even further. Max quickly grabbed at his stomach in an attempt to soothe the discomfort. The feline noticed and moved over and reached over in order to pull him in for a short-lived half hug. Max couldn't help but look over at him, the shared body warmth of the other teen allowed him to relax a little. Strangely the feeling seemed to die down, at least for the time being.

The two friends shared an awkward moment of silence before Oliver pulled away to give the other boy space. Max hiccuped as his body shook in front of the other teen. Oliver watched as his friend's body began to shift ever so slightly. His fur began to lose its color and take more of a white tone. The remainder of his tail fur shed from his form as a pink appendage was revealed from beneath. It seemed almost rodent-like.

Max's ears fattened up until they were more of a round shake and his snout thinned out which a slightly more pronounced pink nose at the front of it. Even his eyes looked different, they now had a red tone to them. The sensation inside of Max's body finally died down, he felt better as he squeaked out loud. The sound much higher pitched than before. To Oliver, he looked very much like an albino mouse now.

Oliver rubbed his eyes as he wasn't entirely sure what he'd just seen. He was certain that he was dreaming. He pinched himself just to be certain. Yet the naked mouse boy remained in front of him when his vision recovered. A smile crept across the rodent's face, suddenly feeling much better than before. The mouse leaped forward and tackled his new friend on the bed behind him, catching him off guard and leaving him sprawling beneath him.

"Thanks for helping me. I feel so much better now!" Max licked his friend, obviously showing his canine nature despite being turned now.

Oliver struggled a bit but blushed as the other's naked body was literally right on top of him. "Hey no fair..."

"Heh, sorry." The mouse's knee was unintentionally pushed against the other boy's crotch.

Max moved off the other teen and allowed him some space. When he did he noticed a small bulge in the other furs pants. He couldn't help but notice it and stared for a second. It didn't take long for Oliver to realize it and within moments of that reckoning, his face turned blood red from the realization.

The feline scooted himself further away so that more space was between them. "Um..."

"It's alright I don't mind" Max blushed a little bit and continued to close the gap between them.

A moment later they were at the edge of the mattress and unable to move any further. They were now shoulder to shoulder.

Each breath they took could be felt by the other person. Oliver's fluffy tail swished to one side and met up with the other boys not as furry appendage. Max moved his paw over the other boy's thigh and rested it there for a moment. The sudden touch caught his friend off guard who gasped at the forwardness of the mouse. Max squeaked and took the somewhat pronounced bulge into his hand.

Oliver's eyes squinted a bit as the red blush on his face became much more pronounced and obvious. Max used his longest finger to trace along the perimeter of the tented pants. The feline's hips thrust ever so slightly and pushed into the other boy's touch. His smile grew wider until a smirk was very much apparent across his visage. Finally, he took down the zipper and followed with his boxers without delay.

Now Oliver's crotch was out for the world to see. Max's touch soon returned to its affection but the mouse added another finger to the touch in order to caress both sides. Oliver continued to watch, his eyes still half shut as he tried to deal with the feeling. By this point, he was fully hard and his body wanted nothing more than to let go of all of its inhibitions. The mouse knew the other was into this as much as he was.

Oliver couldn't help but show a stupefied look of disbelief on his face. Still, he was showing no signs of obvious resistance as he slipped back on the bed to allow himself to relax even further. Max took this as an indication that he was welcome to indulge even further. He had masturbated enough to know how to please himself and apparently it worked well enough on another boy, even if this was his first time engaging in such an act.

Max began to pump the already revealed flesh. Like himself, the feline had a sort of sheath that hid the member but he could very clearly see the barbed nature of the flesh now. The mouse began to thread it between his fingers. Already his new friend was twitching with excitement and pleasure as he'd never been touched down there except by himself. Oliver's eyes were now fully closed as he tried to deal with the alien sensations he was experiencing.

Max was now entirely entranced in making his friend feel good. Already the other teen was pulsating and leaking from the somewhat short-lived experience. It didn't take much longer before the boy let loose his seed and exploded. Oliver let out a sigh of relief as his cock spewed out cum. It wasn't the first time he'd orgasmed but it was definitely the first time he'd experienced it with another boy.

The two remained silent for a few moments after, though the mouse did pull away. Once Oliver collected himself about a minute or so later before he pulled his underwear and pants back up, not worried about the mess that was just made. He still wasn't entirely sure what to think of what had just happened.

"Want to meet my dad? Maybe you could stay on the ship or something." Oliver stuttered as he spoke.

Max nodded and Oliver got up after rearranging himself. The cat handed off some temporary clothes to his friend, who quickly got ready since he wanted to meet the man. After he got ready the two went together went to through the corridors to the main bridge of the ship. By the time they arrived, it seemed that Aurum and his team had returned. The older cat saluted his son, who did the same but with his non-injured hand.

The father explained to his son that the extraction team had only achieved a few rescues and that the effort would continue on the other sides of the planet. Oliver shared his own tale, of meeting Max. Aurum had never met Max before so the fact that he was a mouse now didn't arouse any fear. Of course, the man agreed that the smaller boy could stay as he no intention of returning him back to the planet. He was more surprised that Oliver seemed so open to sharing his room with the newcomer.

Once the conversation was over, Oliver went about showing his friend around the ship. They even passed by Signa who stared at the boy but figured it was another one of the refugees who she had personally rescued. It took some time but Max eventually grew accustomed to his new home, though he continued to travel about with Oliver as a makeshift member of the crew. As such their relationship continued to flourish. Many began to think of them as more than friends, however for the most part their so-called relationship remained a close kept secret, at least until they fully realized what they wanted themselves.