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Lost in the Void

Gasping, I returned to the world of the living, though I felt like a corpse. My body was rigid, skin blue from the cold, and the only movement I could accomplish was to shiver uncontrollably in my glass confines.

“Cryo Sequence - Terminated," a computer generated woman's voice spoke. “Low power."

The fogged glass covering up my pod slid open with a hiss, revealing an endless void of darkness, as if I had been thrown into deep space itself.

Which wasn't too far from the truth and had I been a little more mad, I'd have believed it. But in this case, I had been the one who cut the lights along with any other power system not necessary to sustain human life along with my distress signal.

Slowly, I reached out of the pod, feeling around blindly for the flashlight I had left behind. It didn't take long for me to catch it by the hand-crank and lift it up, holding it to my chest.

How many years has it been? I thought while I warmed up my arms cranking the battery of the flashlight. We were only supposed to put that cat in the damn thing for a few months for testing but with no one to shut it off…

I closed my eyes as the memories flooded back in.

The reactor going haywire, the drive refusing to stop, the escape pods malfunctioning…

I got everyone out. Every doctor, scientist, and engineer on the crew; even the damn cat. But someone had to stay behind to manually release one of the pods and I knew that had to be me, I was the go-to-guy who kept random bits of the ship running while the important folk did their thing, I always knew it was gonna be me if anything went wrong.

The Threshold was just supposed to test the potential for a future expedition to Alpha Centauri, not become mankind's first trip into deep space with me as its only crew member.

With most of the feeling restored to my body, I stopped cranking the flashlight and let my burning arm rest for a bit before resting my finger atop the power button.

Please work…

Click.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when the powerful beam of light lit up the room like a sunny day. The cryogenics bay wasn't looking so sunny though, dust covered just about every computer and every desk, and there were a few maintenance panels slowly falling off their hinges.

I'd been asleep for a very long time.

Shivering, I put my right hand on the rim of the pod and lifted myself up. My legs were still a bit wobbly and I rolled over onto the metal floor. I wasn't hurt, but the floor was ice cold against my naked skin.

There was a yellow sticker on the side of the pod with what appeared to be a strange logo on it. Interlocking circles with a slash through it. Must have been the manufacturer's sticker, I just had never seen it before.

Standing up, I shook my head and scanned the room with my flashlight, passing over several long-dormant computers before landing on an empty chair.

“Could have…" I narrowed my eyes.

Didn't I put my uniform there before getting in?

Sighing, I slapped myself on the back of the head. Not like anyone was here to see me naked, but I'd have hoped to leave a more dignified corpse behind whenever I was discovered.

There was no sense beating myself up over it, so I headed towards the door. Much to my surprise, it slid open automatically, despite me having disabled that as a redundant power system before putting myself to sleep. Of course, with how the reactor had gone haywire before, I didn't think much of parts of the ship activating on its own, just thankful it didn't shut down life support on its own.

The main hallway was much the same as I had left it, just a lot more dusty. The same package of freeze dried jerky and squeeze-bag of orange drink were laying in the attached kitchen on one of the mess tables, absolutely caked with dust. The lounge was dead, its television and stereo system were one of the first victims of my attempts to prolong The Threshold's mission. Just over to the left, the airlock was open and…

I moved the beam back to the airlock and blinked, hardly able to believe my eyes.

That's impossible.

It wasn't a matter of me forgetting. The airlock being open was completely impossible, not unless we had landed on a planet or…

Had docked with another ship.

I rushed forward, leaping through the frame of the airlock and down a dark tunnel.

Somehow, somehow they must have found me, sent another expedition…sent another…

My foot suddenly landed on nothing but air and I tumbled forward, catching my shoulder on a staircase and rolling down it. The world was a blur, but I could see something that shocked me even as I was battered by the staircase.

Light.

I was in a room filled with lights beaming down from the ceiling.

But my surprise would quickly be trumped as I came to a halt on my side, moaning with pain. The moment I regained control of myself, I raised my head and froze.

Standing before me were two dogs…no, wolves. Standing on two legs and dressed in blue uniforms made from some kind of shimmering, synthetic material. The one closest to me, who had a thick coat of black fur, looked down on me with cold, impassive gray eyes.

My mouth froze. Not only was I the first human to leave the solar system, I was the first human to meet aliens. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, I wanted to make my words count and I was too afraid of screwing up.

It was then I noticed the other one, who had brown fur, was holding my uniform and pressing it against his black nose and sniffing.

“Hey, those are my clothes!"

I lunged forward without thinking and the black wolf caught me by the neck, bringing me to a screeching halt as I was held aloft in the air. I could still breathe, just enough to catch a thick, earthy musk from the wolf as he pulled me in close to his face and forced me to look at him in his intense, steel eyes.

There was a creeping fear growing in my spine as he stared impassively at me, a voice grew in my head telling me to beware, to either fight or flight. But I could do neither of those as I dangled limply in the tall wolf's grip and what chance of success did I have?

So I did the only thing I could and looked away from the wolf's gaze, lowering my head to the ground.

Something warm and wet slapped me across the cheek, breaking me out of my forlornness. The wolf licked me two more times and pressed his nose up against my cheek, sniffing me intently. I didn't know what else to do, so I did the same, sniffing the fur against his neck and breathing in his powerful musk.

Suddenly, I was released and fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The black wolf grinned, narrowing his eyes at me before opening his mouth.

His voice was like a rolling song of growls, deep and guttural. I could not understand a word of it, but at the end of his speech, he peered over at the brown wolf with a twitch of his eyelids. He was talking to him, about me for sure.

The licks and the sniffing…they were friendly? I was no longer even offended at the one who stole my clothes and sniffed it, I figured now that was just their way of doing things. A sense of relief washed over me that soon turned to gratitude.

They had saved me from certain doom.

My body acted by itself and I found myself bent over, genuflecting towards the wolves. My forehead even brushed up against the boot of the black wolf. I would have never done such a thing in my life but I truly owed everything to these aliens and I hoped they'd realize my gratitude. I would have kissed their feet, I would have worshiped them as my saviors…

While my eyes were closed, I heard a snort followed by three breathy growls that almost sounded like…laughter?

Raising my head from my bow, I saw the black one was holding some kind of holographic projector in his paws. There was a wide grin on his lips as he examined the image, which had a picture of a human in a cryogenic pod, my pod, along with endless rows of alien text.

But I recognized one bit of text. It was the same interlocking circles with a slash through it that I saw on the sticker of the pod and it was just below the picture of me in the pod.

What is that?

Before I could ponder the implications, the black wolf suddenly pulled out a long, white cord from his uniform's pocket. There was a black label on the cord that he pressed against the screen, causing the label to flash and turn white while at the same time incomprehensible alien characters scribbled themselves on the label.

I was surprised by such technology but even more surprised when the wolf suddenly put the holographic projector away in his pocket and grabbed the cord with his two paws. His fiery eyes turned to me.

The wolf was too fast. By the time I realized he had made his move, I felt the cord wrap around my neck. My body told me to fight back, but the moment I raised my fist to try and struggle I heard a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine. The black wolf leaned forward, fangs bared, his hot breath rushing against my face.

There was no way I could fight back and I found myself paralyzed with fear. I was helpless to stop the wolf from connecting a loop around the cord, the end of it merging together while a length of it ran out a good few feet into the wolf's paw.

It was a leash.

They didn't rescue me for free and I wasn't just a prisoner, or else they'd have bound my arms, or used anything more efficient than a leash. It was about humiliation.

Maybe they didn't care about rescuing me, just about what they could have gotten from the ship.

But although I couldn't understand their language, I knew what this meant.

I was the black wolf's slave…or pet.

In the end, did it make a difference?

I was far from home, so far that I couldn't even comprehend how far away it was.

There was nowhere to run.

Pain shot across my cheek and I was shaken out of my stupor. The black wolf slapped me across the face once more before leaning forward and barking in my face, spit splattering across my skin.

I didn't know what he wanted. I tried to ask, to stammer out some kind of question, but I was afraid and I knew he wouldn't understand me.

Rolling his eyes, the wolf snorted and pointed behind him towards a hallway before yanking on the leash upward.

Though I was afraid, I understood what he wanted, or at least I thought I did. Slowly, I began to stand up, planting my right foot on the ground and after waiting for a moment and not receiving any threats, I lifted myself up.

The moment I stood up straight, the wolf growled at me and I instinctively flinched and hunched over. To my surprise, I was rewarded with the wolf's soft paw-pads running across my head and ruffling my hair, before he hooked his claw behind my ear and scratched it. It was a strange feeling, I was in grave danger, but it felt a bit nice, even if only for a moment.

The wolf, my new owner, turned around and brushed his tail along my body. His odor grew exceptionally strong as the base of his tail touched my skin and I could feel a lingering scent left behind on me. Before I could smell it closer, he yanked the leash and took a few steps towards the exit of the hangar and I followed close behind.

All around me as we walked through the corridors of this place, eyes and noses were locked on me. Countless wolves of different shapes and sizes treated me like I was an exotic visitor from afar, oppressing me with their attention. They all gave me and my owner a wide berth, however, I guessed that he had some kind of special status in their society, perhaps he was the Captain of this ship.

Not that I even knew whether we were on a ship or not.

My owner kept on talking to me as we walked, at first I thought he was talking to himself or on some kind of communications device, but occasionally he'd peer back at me as if expecting a response. The first time this happened, I nodded and to my surprise, his bushy tail began to wag as he walked down the halls.

Eventually we reached a pair of steel doors and the wolf pressed his thumbpad against a panel. The doors slid open with a hiss, revealing an elevator, and he led me into it.

The moment the doors closed my owner suddenly pinned me up against the wall, looming over me like a furry tower with one of his paws on my shoulder. His muzzle leaned into me, but instead of growling his wet black nose pressed up against my neck, sniffing. He had done this before, but there was a more animalistic energy to it that I didn't quite understand the meaning of.

Not until I felt his paw pads stroking my cock and balls.

Startled, I darted my hand down and grabbed his paw as he continued massaging me. He did not notice me and continued sniffing and even kissing and licking at my flesh.

At first I wanted to shove his paw away, damn the threats from him, but I could not deny the velvet-soft pads running along my sensitive skin were having an effect on me. I could not stop my cock from jolting upward, growing rock-hard in an instant.

My skin flushed and the wolf chuckled, gently pinching my penis between his dull claws. I moaned, unable to hold in the pleasure as he squeezed. We might not have understood each other's language, but he knew he had me under his control.

And I wasn't fighting back.

My hand moved on its own, touching the soft fabric of his uniform. I could feel his solid muscles beneath it, as tight as rope.

The wolf paused, ceasing his strokes and sniffs, and only then did I realize what I had done. He tilted his head to the side, almost looking cute were it not for those fiercely beautiful eyes of his still boring into my soul.

I was more afraid than ever, not just of the alien who had me at his mercy, but at this display of submissiveness I showed. This wolf kidnapped me, he wasn't even human, and I had no idea what he wanted me for long-term.

But in some ways it felt exciting to be wanted like this. I was just a normal human on a ship full of the best and brightest in their fields. I wasn't anyone special back home either.

Here though, this wolf was treating me like I was a prize captive, a war trophy to be displayed for all to admire.

I was desired and part of me wanted to stoke that desire.

Suddenly, he brought up his other paw and pinned both of my shoulders to the wall of the elevator. The wolf leaned forward, lips peeling back from his fangs in a snarl. His hot breath smelled of meat and though I still feared what he could do to me, I also was turned on by him ravaging me as he pleased.

My cock certainly made that clear and the wolf broke his snarl when he glimpsed it growing harder. He shook his head with a smile as his tail wagged behind him.

His left paw suddenly grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and pulled face-first into his armpit. I felt his paw flatten on the back of my skull and held me tight against his musky pit. It didn't take long for me to be forced to breathe, to inhale his dominant musk, which reeked of earthiness. There was nothing more in the world then than me and his smell overpowering me. I was nothing.

A high-pitched ding rang out, reminding me that there was more to the world than an armpit void. The wolf released his grip on my head and shoulder, loosely grabbing the lead attached to my collar and beckoned me to follow him out through the now-open doors.

My mouth hung open as I entered behind him. There, on the far side of the room and standing above a massive bed covered in red sheets, was a gaping window with a view of countless stars shooting by. We were on a ship for sure and one that clearly was leagues faster than The Threshold.

“My god," I whispered.

I found myself walking towards the abyss, entranced by the beautiful void. The collar tightened around my neck, stopping me in my place, though before I could struggle or beg, my new owner slackened his grip and allowed me to step up to the window with him trailing behind.

Placing my palms on the window, I watched as streaks of stars danced by. There was no telling how far away I was from Earth or how fast we were traveling, only that I was in a mysterious new part of the universe.

And with a mysterious new owner who placed his paw on my shoulder, gently but firmly pressing his claws into my shoulder. He leaned down and I felt his hot breath brush up against the back of my neck before feeling the pinch of his fangs along my nape, just below the collar. My legs turned to jelly and the rest of my body seized up, all except for my cock which was growing harder by the moment.

His other hand reached down, claws pricking along the skin of my chest until the wolf grabbed me by the lower torso and picked me up. I was helpless to resist as I was carried to the bed and tossed face-down on it.

Warm drool clung to the back of my neck and before I could wipe it away, the wolf pounced atop me. With one paw pinning down my back, I could hear the wolf using his other to quickly remove his uniform and toss the articles to the side.

Growling, my owner leaned in against my bare back and I felt his body-fur for the first time. It was like a warm blanket wrapping me up and despite the potential threat this alien posed to me I felt oddly safe the more he leaned into me and pinned me down.

First human in deep space.

First human to make alien contact.

First human conquered by aliens.

I should have been upset and I was scared before but now…

I lifted my rear, pressing up against the thigh of my new overlord, brushing up against the thick fur around his crotch. I had trouble finding his cock and peered back, finding that my ass had been running against a swollen genital sheath covered in short, black fur. A pink tip slowly began to emerge like a stick of lipstick and I reached back, pinching the foreskin and carefully began to peel it away.

My owner once again paused and titled his head. I think he was surprised at my submissiveness but in a positive way, if his thumping tail meant anything. He did slap my hand away and growled lightly once his veiny cock was free, but I think he just wanted to be a big tough alpha wolf and I was more than willing to let him indulge in that.

It was no surprise to me when he began to hump my rear, his cock slapping against my skin. I was welcoming it at this point, rubbing up against his shaft and squeezing it between my cheeks. The wolf whined, surprised once again by my willingness and the amount of pleasure I was offering him.

Warm fur brushed up against my back once again followed by sharp fangs wrapping around my neck like a bear-trap. Deep growls pierced my ears, letting me know that I was his prey and there was no resisting.

Not that I really wanted to.

My ass ached with both pain and desire as my owner finally forced his cock into me. I gasped, gritting my teeth as I felt his thick shaft invade my insides slowly.

“Oh god…" I sighed.

Further moans were forcefully caught in my throat as my owner clenched his teeth around my neck and growled. I complied, but truthfully, his dominance only made me want to express my arousal even more. This became especially difficult when the tip of the wolf's tapered cock ran against my prostate. I had to hold my breath to keep my screams of pleasure in.

The wolf's furry thighs pressed up against my butt. His cock was all the way in now. I was his bitch.

While he began slow and somewhat gentle with his thrusts, this changed the second he got his full length into me. Immediately, he began to thrust in and out with great speed and strength, ruthlessly pounding me like the slave bitch that I was.

His fangs loosened their grip on my neck as his tongue lolled out across my skin, drool trailing down across me. I took this opportunity to finally moan out again.

“Yesss, oh god, yes!" I screamed as the wolf's fierce cock assaulted me. “Master…"

Master.

The word came unprompted. Yes, I was his property now. My life as it was before ended with the disaster on The Threshold.

I was saved from death and now existed just to serve.

Alternating between growling and whining, my master continued to fuck me. I dug my fingers into the bedsheets, clenching them as my body screamed with pleasure. My cock had begun slick with pre-cum and it was throbbing almost as violently as my ass.

A strange tight sensation began to grow in my rear. At first I thought I had clenched unconsciously, but then I realized it was coming from my master's cock. The base of it was swelling, which shocked me with a brief tinge of pain, until it sealed itself in my hole, locking us together.

My master continued to hump me, though his thrusts were limited by the bulge at the base of his cock. He no longer needed the collar and the lead, we were tied together by his own flesh and I could not escape even if I wanted to.

I gasped as my cock sputtered, spilling rope after rope of seed onto my master's red bedsheets.

“Ahhh," I gasped. “S-sorry, I-aaah!"

My neck tightened as my master grabbed the lead and wrapped it around his paw, choking me. I could still breathe, but it was just enough to hurt, which forced another small stream of cum onto the bed.

My master gave me one more thrust and he unleashed a low howl just before warmth filled my insides. Spurt after spurt of cum shot into me until I felt like I couldn't take anymore, but the tie around my rear prevented any from dripping out.

With a huff, my master collapsed onto the bed with his cock still tied to me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against his powerful, warm chest. He quickly drifted off to sleep, occasionally stirring to lick me on the cheek and neck or nip at my skin.

I, on the other hand, was too overwhelmed by the events of the day and stayed away, trapped in his arms long after his cock deflated and freed me from the tie.

Just laid there as his property.

Nothing more and no more worries than allowing myself to be used by him.

My master kept me by his side in the coming days constantly, though I could not tell when day and night ended according to their clocks.

Most of my time was spent kneeling by his feet at his chair on the bridge. He sat in a very central position, slightly elevated above all the rest of the crew at their stations, and clearly spent a lot of time giving the rest of the wolves orders.

I noticed that I began to smell like my master's musk and even after bathing the scent would persist. His crew would smell me as I walked by them and then look up to him, recognizing his ownership over me no doubt.

I was just happy to be alive and to have such an exotic position even if in servitude.

My master patted me on the head, scruffing up my hair as he barked an order at the crew below. The ship suddenly shuddered and the stars became a blur.

We were off to an unknown destination and I couldn't wait to see it at my master's side.