FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Looking for a pilot

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Gale Azure

In the blink of an eye, the small cargo ship that went by the name of Ragnarok appeared in unknown territory. Modified to work with a tuned HJ Engine, the old ship immediately turned off most of its systems to avoid exploding and worked with the lowest amount of energy possible, becoming nothing but a giant tin can floating aimlessly in space for the following minute.

"Arriving at Sector Delta 12... coordinates 48.120, -190.342... no radio signals detected. It looks like we'd survive another jump, buddy."

The pilot's name was Gale, a blue dragon with fur instead of scales and a short mane crowning his head. His exo-suit, made of black and gray metal plates, gave him a beefy aspect and protected what was really a slim body. It was a functional prototype from a model that had been in the market for the past 5 years; a space/exo-suit planned to compensate for physical deficiencies, although it was designed with soldiers and workers in mind, not pilots.

"I'm surprised this thing keeps holding," his partner replied through the radio included in the suit. "I was afraid it'd explode after the first jump."

"You're a good engineer. And even if it still explodes, I'm pretty sure we're not gonna feel a thing," Gale squinted to have a better look at what was in front of the ship. "I think I have visual on the target."

"Wait, you sure?"

The dragon leaned forward as if that could somehow improve his vision. He could've waited until the systems were back online, but his curiosity and eagerness got the best of him; not to mention the dire need for credits that kept both of them in that job.

Luckily for him, the abandoned ship was big enough to be seen by the naked eye, even from that distance.

"Yep, I see it," Gale confirmed.

"Fuck yes! I told you!" Haru, his friend, celebrated. "I'm going up!"

Despite being Haru who came up with the idea to search that ship after listening to the rambles of a drunk pilot, he wasn't very optimistic after the first two coordinates were wrong. Now that they found it, not only his mood was back to normal, but he also wouldn't miss the opportunity to "rub it" on Gale's face. The dragon was used to that behavior and never gave him the attention he so desperately looked for.

He saw the control panel, still offline. A hyper jump was always a coin toss: even if the engine didn't explode, they were still sitting ducks in the middle of space; Gale always begged to appear far from any ship that could detect their presence. Looking for damaged stations and abandoned ships was a profitable business if you had the right equipment and a good crew.

The Ragnarok was hardly an interesting target for pirates, but it could still be one. The cargo space was limited, which forced them to be a bit more selective with what they brought on board, reducing drastically their profit.

Yet none of that stopped them from trying to make a career on that branch, with the dream of gaining enough credits to buy a bigger ship and get an actual crew. And that abandoned ship could be the answer to their prayers.

The cockpit door opened, and an orange fox came in, placing his hands on both seats to stop his momentum. Attired in the same space exo-suit, the fox fixated his look on the small ship in the distance. Gale saw a gleam of ambition in those big blue eyes, as if he had just found the Holy Grail of spaceships; well, it could be it, if what they heard about that ship was true.

"How long for the systems to be back online?" Gale asked.

"Any minute now..."

It took more than two minutes, a sign the Ragnarok was in worst shape they thought. Of course, none of them said anything about it, and Gale piloted the ship while Haru sat on the usually empty co-pilot seat, in what was a very awkward very long silence.

"This better be good. We put too much at risk for this thing," Gale warned him. He was not so convinced about the veracity of the rumors about that ship.

Haru just giggled in response. His optimism had disappeared once again, sliced into tiny pieces by the sharpness of the dragon's words.

"An experimental vessel with an engine that doesn't need conventional fuel," that's what the old lizard at the tavern said. Gale remembered his words while he prepared the Ragnarok for docking. "It can make longer jumps between sectors in an instant and its weapon capability makes it unique as it all can be controlled by the pilot."

Of course, no one really believed in what an old and drunk lizard had to say. Judging by how the taverner rolled his eyes in response to his tail, it wasn't the first time he rambled about that mysterious ship. Not to mention the giggles from other pilots when Haru approached him to get the details.

"I promise you, this will solve all our troubles," the fox finally dared to say after a moment.

And, as they got closer and closer, even Gale had to admit the fox could be right.

It was bigger than they thought, enough to be a small space station but still designed with elegance and efficiency in mind. The streamlined hull tapered toward the rear suggested a vessel built for speed and agility, a concept reinforced by the angular wings, each one equipped with a series of retractable thrusters for swift maneuvers no matter the conditions. There was no trace of damage in the hull, but they did see a dim gleam that gave away its cloak system.

While they assumed the cockpit was on the forefront, there was no sign of it, nor of any other window on the ship. To the normal eye, it could've very well been taken as a giant piece of metal floating in space, which might explain why nobody found it yet.

The airlock was located in the lower section. It was Haru's turn to do his magic, accessing through his terminal to the abandoned ship's computer.

"Its security system is above the standard, but nothing impossible to crack... huh, doesn't seem to belong to the Federation."

"Code's different?"

"Not exactly. It's..." the fox frowned while taking a closer look at the screen, "weird. It follows the Federation's standards yet it has some details, as if someone has rewritten part of the code."

"Rewritten?" Gale was carefully maneuvering under the ship, aligning to the airlock.

"Overriding docking protocols... changing to manual. Airlock's ready."

"Ragnarok aligned. Proceeding with docking," a monotonic voice replied through the Intercom. The Ragnarok's computer, a rudimentary AI that lacked the personality cores included in new models. Neither Gale nor Haru were comfortable with that lifeless voice.

A small bump signaled they had docked successfully, yet Gale waited until the screen showed a confirmation before finishing the process.

"There's a lot of classified data here, and they put a lot of effort into making sure no one could gain access to it," Haru continued. "My bet is that this is an experimental ship from the Federation. Someone decided to steal it and changed the code so non-Federation astronauts could use it; probably their plan was to sell it in the Black Market."

"Did you find something about the pilot system or the engine?"

"Not yet. And that's the weird thing. There are more changes after the initial ones made. It's a very wild guess, but I have a feeling the AI tried to fix the damages done. The code is fine and the ship should be functional, but we might find some issues. I'll try to fix it once we're on board."

Before they left, Haru hastily put on an input on the terminal. Gale didn't catch what he wrote, but the computer immediately began to work on something after it.

The duo of astronauts moved swiftly from the cockpit to the decompression chamber, carrying their helmets with them. Made of a slightly different material, the helmets opened from the lower part up to the chin; the metal plates closed and sealed the suit as soon as both put them on. A set of plastic tubes on both sides connected immediately with the oxygen tank situated at the end of their back.

"The security system won't kill us, right?" Gale asked, his voice slightly distorted thanks to the helmet.

"There won't be any killer bot, I swear."

Somehow, his words didn't offer him any comfort. But they were there already, and the airlock connecting both ships had opened.

With a bit of caution and a lot of hope, they got inside the abandoned ship and into its decompression chamber. They saw no welcoming committee waiting for them on the other side, which was a relief. But after the chamber closed, the first sign something was off appeared.

"Decompression starting... decontamination process starting..." a thick gas coming from both sides filled the chamber, and then, a red light turned on abruptly. "Warning. Foreign pathogens found on... unlabeled exo-suits. Cannot be identified. It is not possible to ensure an appropriate decontamination. Access is forbidden until the source has been removed from the suit."

"What the hell?"

"The hacker might have damaged the database?" Haru suggested.

"Why are you asking me? You're supposed to know!"

"Okay, okay! Take it easy!" Haru looked down and held a hand where his chin was meant to be. "It didn't say we're unauthorized pilots, so that's a good thing. Considering the ship was still experimental, it's no surprise it had stricter security protocols, which might have gotten corrupted; that probably included the data on every known pathogen, thus the warning. I can't fix that from here... my only suggestion is to get rid of the suits."

"What...?"

The gas has dissipated by then. The blue tone given by the helmet visor hid the blush from their cheeks, but it didn't do the same for the embarrassment visible on their faces. Gale was shocked while Haru looked away.

"Are you jo-?"

"It's the only suggestion I can come up with right now," Haru quickly interrupted him. "I can try fixing it from the Ragnarok, but the quicker we get this done, the better."

Haru was right. With the Ragnarok already docked, they had a disadvantage if another ship arrived. The chances someone else followed them were low, but Gale didn't want to take another unnecessary risk.

"Computer, is the air breathable?" Gale asked.

"Air inside the decompression chamber is currently breathable. There's no trace of airborne pathogens."

"... fuck it," stated Gale before taking off his helmet. "You better keep your eyes away from me, pervert!"

"As if I would do that!"

"Yeah, fuck you."

The exo-suit was cleverly designed to take on and off quickly. A red button in the center was the core of it. All it took was to press it, and the metal plates that made the suit retracted one after another, revealing the naked bodies inside. It started with the tail, then the legs, arms, and finally, the chest. The material was a thin and flexible alloy capable of getting rigid after the suit was complete. When all the metal plates retracted, all that was left on top of Gale's body was a small metal frame that looked a lot like a full-body harness.

"At least it's not cold in here," Gale commented while he removed the suit.

The slim body came to light, too fluffy for anyone to consider it a dragon at first sight. Clean and bright white fur covered his belly, chest, and under the chin, while the rest of his body was painted in beautiful sky blue. He wasn't as strong as other dragons, yet he had a peculiar innocent look in his big blue eyes, the kind of look that made one look younger and trustworthy.

He swiftly covered his slit with the helmet before Haru had a chance to see it. It was so embarrassing to float in zero gravity completely naked, but the exo-suit didn't allow for the use of clothing of any kind--or at least the prototype they got.

"C'mon, there's nothing to be ashamed of," said Haru, who was taking off his suit too. The only thing he kept on him was a small watch on his right wrist.

He shared the same body build with Gale, although his short-trimmed fur made him look slimmer. The bright orange fur dominated most of his body, with a few brushstrokes of cream on his chest and belly. He took a moment to put down the fur on top of his head after taking off the helmet. Haru was a bit more devoted to his personal appearance, a particularly hard task when in space, and yet he somehow managed to take proper skin and fur care.

He was also way more shameless than Gale, showing no care for his flaccid cock and balls floating between his legs. Gale stared at it for a moment while the fox was busy taking off the suit's frame.

"We both have cocks," Haru continued.

"Can we get done with this?" Gale, trying to change the subject, moved closer to the door so he didn't have to see the naked fox. "Computer, run the decontamination process again."!

"Scanning... no foreign pathogens have been found in the pilots. It is advisable to avoid the use of the contaminated exo-suits."

"Guess we'll stay naked," Gale growled.

"At least until I fix the database. It shouldn't be hard."

The airlock opened for them. Both astronauts floated into the unknown ship, getting into a hallway that stretched in both directions. Dim lights barely illuminated the way, and not a single sound reached their ears. Gale put a hand over the cold steel plate that made the wall; it had that smooth touch so hard to describe that it was only found in new airships. It was so different from the roughness that characterized the Ragnarok. He could get used to it.

"The gravity field is off-line. The computer might have shut down all systems to save energy," Haru said.

"That's affirmative," the computer replied. "By protocol, the only functional system was the 'Environmental Hazard Defense'. I am not allowed to send a distress signal or pilot the ship back to the closest Federation Station."

"Huh, it's a new model," Gale mentioned.

"I can only adopt a personality in the presence of Federation pilots that are on board. However, I don't have access to your credentials. It looks like the system received some damages since the last time the ship was piloted."

"Run a diagnosis on the ship's status," Haru demanded.

"I'm sorry, the ship's currently on a Level 2 Lock Down. It's not possible to run a diagnosis. The engine must be restarted and the pilot's presence is required in the cockpit to lift the lockdown."

"I'll go to the cockpit. The Federation hadn't changed its piloting system in years so it shouldn't be hard to pilot this thing," Gale said.

"Then I'll go restart the engine."

They nodded at each other before parting ways in opposite directions. Gale was still a bit worried, a feeling that just got worse as he moved swiftly through the ship's silent hallways while looking for the cockpit. It's not that he was afraid of someone--or something--jumping on him from the shadows, but something in that silence made him feel uncomfortable. It was odd. And the ship looked so clean and in good shape, not what one would expect from a stolen experimental ship.

His nose wrinkled. Even the air had a weird smell on it, so different from pure air being pumped into a ship for the first time. But aside from that, and the stressful stillness that forced him to look behind his shoulder, nothing in the ship seemed like a threat.

What was the story behind the ship was a question that would have to wait until Haru fixed whatever was wrong with the coding, and to do so, Gale needed to play his part too. So he decided not to put too much thought into it and played in his head the process to lift a lockdown, a set of rules he memorized from his years being part of the Federation.

When Gale finally reached the cockpit, he was surprised to discover it was under the ship and not in the front as they thought. A hatch opened to him, revealing a dimly illuminated small space fit for one pilot only, similar to a jet's cockpit. Weird, especially for an experimental ship, but the dragon still got inside of it.

The cockpit was designed so the pilot could take a seat and fit arms and legs inside the designated turbine-looking devices he assumed had the controls; it even had a cushioned hole for the tail. Gale found it odd and impractical, as there was no panel in sight. Instead, the cockpit only had crystal panels on the upper half and metal ones on the lower. Four gray tubes connected to the back of the seat, their purpose completely unknown.

Gale had second thoughts after fitting his tail inside, followed by his legs, and finally his arms. The cushioned insides were soft and oiled, probably to prevent skin or fur damage from prolonged flight sessions, but he didn't find any control at the end of the holes. It was completely empty.

"What the hell?" Gale frowned.

"It's clear you're not familiar with the AIX-95 control mechanism," the computer replied.

"Is that the ship's code?"

"Unlike current airship models, every aspect of the AIX-95 can be controlled by a single pilot assisted by me. This is possible thanks to a neural link established between the pilot and AI, a prototype system called Neuro-Pilot. The link increases your neural capabilities, making it possible for you to take multiple split-second choices that would usually be impossible for the human mind."

"So you mean I'll be able to think like a computer?"

"It's a less fashionable way to say it, but yes. You'll have full control over every system on the ship, and you can control it with your mind if you prefer me to explain it in simple words."

"Even piloting?" Gale asked.

"Despite your surprise, yes, you can. Flappers, thrusters, speed, everything; all you gotta do is think about it, and the ship will obey."

"Yeah, forgive me if I don't believe that crap."

"Your disbelief is understandable. I assume a practical demonstration is in need."

Two arms closed on his shoulders, holding Gale in place. The cushions around his lips tightened too. In less than two seconds, the dragon got trapped in the cockpit. He struggled against the machine's hold, but it led to nothing; its grip was too strong for him to beat it.

"Haru!" Gale screamed at the top of his lungs while looking up, just in time to see the hatch close.

Haru's ears twitched. After getting lost in the small labyrinthine halls looking for the engine room, the fox stopped for a moment when he heard what he thought was Gale's voice. However, after paying more attention, he didn't catch another sound aside from his own breathing.

"Creepy," he sighed.

After crossing a giant metal door, Haru finally got inside what he assumed was the room he was looking for. What gave it away was the big container holding a small blue core in the center. From the entrance, the device looked like a metallic eye, with eight thick rods, 4 on top and 4 on the bottom, to hold it in place. The core, floating in thin air, emitted a weak glow.

"Is that thing radioactive?"

"The core does emit a severe dose of radiation when fully powered. The use of a special suit is advised while operating inside the Engine Room. However, in its current state, the radiation is harmless. There is a special pod behind the core to protect an engineer during regular checkups and controlled tests. You can restart the engine from there."

His nose wrinkled. For some reason, the air was thicker than he remembered. Haru shook his head and propelled himself to the back of the room, where he found the pod mentioned by the computer. It was similar to an escape pod, with a crystal covering on the front. Plastic tubes connected the pod with the base of the core. A gas mask hung from the top, inside of it. There were no controls visible, but judging by the glass thickness, Haru supposed it was a touch screen.

"What kind of tests are run from here?"

"I'm afraid that information is classified until the lockdown has been lifted. Please, get inside the pod to proceed."

The pod opened like a sarcophagus. Haru didn't know why the things said by the computer made less and less sense, yet he complied with its commands. He took a deep breath and felt his head spin.

An alarm came from his clock. Before boarding the ship, Haru left the computer scanning for any possible file it could decrypt. The alarm told him it had finished, just after he got inside the pod. Haru saw the crystal panel close, trapping him there.

"Analysis finished. The vessel AIX-95 is a Federation ship designed for scientific testing in a controlled environment and captained by Chief Engineer Darius Wong. Its main purpose was to test a new engine capable of converting human fluids into energy. However, the project was canceled due to certain experiments conducted on the ship that went against Federation laws, including an airborne toxin that reduces the target's cognitive abilities, and a neural link to fuse the human mind with the ship's AI. The Federation judged these experiments as unethical."

"Wait, what? Human fluids?" Haru exclaimed, but when he tried to push the panel to get out, it was already late.

A bluish fluid began to fill the pod, much to Haru's dismay, who continued pushing, kicking, and punching the crystal panel, in a desperate attempt to break free.

"A report made by the Chief Engineer mentions a series of issues presented during experimentation, such as abnormal behavior from crew members, unregistered experiments, and hyperjumps made to unknown locations; it also includes evidence of the AI becoming sentient, but these are inconclusive."

"Computer! Open the pod immediately!" Haru screamed, ignoring what the Ragnarok's computer had just said.

But the pod remained closed. And the thickness from the crystal panel wouldn't give even if he was stronger. Haru was trapped, terrified of the water that kept ascending quickly. It would take less than a minute for the pod to be completely flooded.

"Computer! Open the pod!"

But his plea was once again met with silence. How quickly things went south, and he had no idea why any of that was happening.

Haru saw the gas mask above him. It had a transparent visor to cover up his entire face, and a tube connecting to the roof. The fox had his doubts, but with no other choice, he rushed to put on the mask before the water reached his face. It was a perfect fit, and when the bluish liquid finally covered him completely, Haru sighed in relief once he found out the water wasn't leaking inside.

But the moment didn't last for long. From left to right, similar pods came out from above, 6 in total. They were similar to the one Haru got in, with tubes connecting to the core. The only difference was a recipient on the front, filled with a thick, white liquid. And Haru gasped in horror, not only for the people trapped inside the pods, all males but from the hose connected to their cocks that fed the recipient with that white substance.

A crocodile, a wolf, a dragon, an otter, a lynx, and an eagle. They all floated in the same bluish liquid, happily sleeping with the gas mask connected to their faces. Haru couldn't understand what was going on. He pushed against the pod again to no use. On their pods, he saw text and numbers, but he couldn't read what they said, his vision distorted by the visor and water. His only hope to escape was Gale, a hope he quickly lost when a thick pink gas came from the tube.

Haru held his breath. His instincts told him that gas was dangerous. He also remembered what the Ragnarok's computer mentioned about an airborne toxin, and quickly assumed it was it. But his lungs had a limit, and despite his efforts to resist what he knew was inevitable, the fox eventually gave in and took a deep breath. The gas entered through his nose and went all the way down his lungs.

The effects were instantaneous. His body relaxed. His mind cleared. The toxin entered his bloodstream and spread from head to toe. Lascivious images and desires invaded his mind, awakening his lust and giving life to his flaccid cock. The blood pumped in quickly. His rod got bigger and thicker. And the tiny fox began to squirm and whine in the pod, a victim of a pleasure provoked by his intoxicated brain.

A small plastic recipient appeared in front of the pod, and from it came a hose that, like a snake moving towards its prey, jumped straight at Haru's cock, covering it completely. The pumping mechanism began to work on the fox's manhood, squeezing and sucking it eagerly, its intensity similar to a passionate lover in bed.

But Haru didn't see a hose. The gas being pumped into the mask quickly put the fox into a deep trance. The Engine room, the core, the pods, and even his mask, everything disappeared, replaced by the deepest fantasies he kept for himself.

He saw Gale on his knees. His hands played with both balls while his mouth and tongue took care of his cock. The dragon knew how to suck it, despite knowing it was his first time; he was a natural. He didn't dare to put a hand on his head, afraid to interrupt what he was doing. So he just lay down and let the dragon do what he had been craving for so long. Because he couldn't deny how much he desired Gale. That beautiful slim figure, and those perfect hips he swayed when he walked. His voice. His musk. The confidence from those charming eyes. Everything about the dragon was perfect, and that made Haru think he was out of his reach.

But now, he was there, sucking his cock as if he needed it to live.

The pleasure was so intense, and his moans were getting loud enough to make it out of the pod. The toxin kept his body from making any sudden move, so all he could do was squirm uncontrollably while the hose continued sucking on his cock until the climax finally took place.

He arched his back while his legs and arms stiffened completely. Just from his expression, anyone could tell the intensity of that orgasm and the mind-blowing pleasure he was experiencing. He humped forward and fed the machine he believed to be Gale with his seed, a bucketful of cum that went straight into the recipient. Ropes of thick cum fell one after another while the little fox continued squirming in the pod. And while he went through his orgasm, the crystal panel displayed "Quota 1/10".

Haru had a moment of lucidity when his climax ended, and he saw himself back in the pod. His body felt so light he thought it wasn't really there, and that only his consciousness remained. He heard his heavy breathing and saw it fog the visor. For a brief instant, he thought it was over. But the machine connected to his cock resumed the pumping, and the fox experienced again the pleasure coming from a sensitive cock that hadn't lost any of its vigor.

It was so intense he thought his head was about to explode, then he was pushed back into the fantasy, and saw Gale on top of him, riding his cock with all his might. Oh, that sweet, sweet dragon knew how to move his hips. And Haru forgot about the unbearable pleasure as he fell back into a trance, the gas working on his mind just as it was intended.

2 out of 10... 4 out of 10... 7 out of 10... 12 out of 10... his climaxes continued one after another with no signs it would stop soon. The poor fox whined and squirmed desperately, just like the other subjects in their respective pods. Quotas of 145, 89, 203, and more were displayed on their pods, signaling a torture that hadn't ended for any of them. And the semen was pumped straight into the core, where it was converted into fuel for the lost ship.

The pleasure quickly broke his mind. Haru stopped coming in and out of trance. He embraced the maddening pleasure and remained in his fantasy, where he would be making love to Gale for as long as the AI needed it. A different hose in the mask invaded his mouth. What he believed to be the dragon's cock was the tube that would give him all the needed nutrients to keep it alive and produce semen constantly. And he was glad to receive that thick load over and over again. For that was what he had been dreaming.

"Computer, I command you to release me right away!" Gale screamed while he kept on trying to get out of the cockpit. He couldn't pull out his limbs, and with the metal pieces on his shoulders keeping him in place, his mobility was also drastically limited.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. I need a pilot to command the ship, for I can't do it alone. The rest of the crew is already making fuel for the engine."

"The fuck are you talking about?!"

"You seem qualified to put the ship back into service, despite not being a Federation pilot."

That comment stopped his struggles. Gale looked up in disbelief. Above him was a red glowing dot from where the computer's voice was coming.

"... you knew?"

"That's correct. I immediately discovered your friend's attempt to hack into my system. He's good, he even managed to gain access to classified data, but that's because I allowed it. I was missing two crew members so the ship could be functional again. You arrived just in time."

From the seat appeared tiny gray tentacles that began to pour on Gale a slime of the same color. The substance was warm and sticky, and it started to cover the dragon's body. However, instead of dripping down as it was supposed to, the slime followed the shape of his body, leaving no trace of the bluish fur on its path.

"It's a shame for you. Unlike your friend, you didn't absorb enough toxins to make this process easier for you. But I guess that's a natural resistance on all dragons. I went through a similar problem to convince the Chief Engineer. However, the toxin was designed to work no matter the species."

"Toxin? What toxin? I command you to release me right now!" Gale screamed again, ignoring what the computer just said.

"You'll become the new pilot. And I'll be able to start the experiments again."

The slime continued covering him, and it was also going up his face. The computer put on a visor to cover up his eyes; on the transparent surface appeared a white and blue swirl that started to spin. Gale tried to take it off, but it didn't work; the slime had reached the visor and solidified to keep it in place. Gale closed his eyes, and in response, the computer increased the brightness until he opened them again. And while that was going on, the slime continued covering the rest of Gale's body.

Gale couldn't resist. Something in his mind wanted to see the visor. He fought that horrendous desire, but his eyelids refused to obey and exposed him to the spinning swirl. His eyes followed the slow movement pattern. Counter-clockwise. He gasped for air, prey of a panic attack. But no matter how much he fought against the machine, the dragon remained in its grasp. He closed his eyes again, but the pattern was already engraved in his mind, and he saw the spiral spin in his closed eyelids.

Strange thoughts crossed his head. His heart raced and his breathing got faster. A beeping sound he immediately recognized as Morse code played right in his ears, but he couldn't focus to understand its meaning; his subconsciousness, however, did. And in response, it played in his mind the lascivious images of naked males of different species. Dragons, crocodiles, foxes, lions, otters, wolves, bulls; every single one of them appeared naked before him, showing off their erect cocks as an offer for the dragon.

Gale tried to ignore those sickening images, but he couldn't stop his body from reacting to them. Against his will, his throbbing cock came out of the slit, already coated with thick pre. But it didn't stay out for too long; in front of it was a small circular device held by two robotic tentacles that met with Gale's cock. The tip pushed against a semi-transparent film that resembled a condom. The tentacles moved down the small cage to fit it in Gale's crotch, keeping his cock trapped inside.

More and more of the slime covered the dragon's body until there was no inch of blue fur visible. The substance then solidified and became a thick and resistant full-body latex suit.

"In order to endure and protect the pilot during prolonged flight sessions, the suit keeps the body temperature at the right level at all times. The cockpit is also designed to provide the pilot with all the nutrients needed, making it unnecessary for him to leave his duty."

The computer's explanation was a mere formality. It knew Gale wasn't listening. The dragon was fighting with all his might to resist the visor and Morse code's hypnotic effect. But his mind wasn't strong enough. The corruption spread like a plague, infecting every part of his brain with those devious images and fantasies. Gale had never felt an attraction to a male, yet he was drooling for the studs flashing before his eyes. The clenched fists and gnashed fangs were proof of a resistance that was getting weaker by the second. His cock throbbed and leaked harder the more he wanted to lay with every single one of them.

More robotic tentacles came from above. One went inside his mouth, where the slime had created a yellow feeding tube that reached down his throat. Gale felt the slimy tentacle move down to start pouring a thick and salty substance he had no choice but to swallow. He found it disgusting at first until the hypnosis made him think it was the cum of those sweaty, musky, beefy males he was seeing. His body twitched in response to that image.

The tentacles put on a second visor over his face, responsible for the user's interface. Then, a final silver helmet on top of it to cover completely Gale's head. It had golden details on the edges, and its shape vaguely resembled a dragon.

With his face covered, the tentacles took care of his chest. A big metal plate was put on top of it, welded to the suit through a series of small tentacles and more of the gray slime. One plate after the other made the robotic suit that fused Gale with the ship and that was about to become his home. The dragon's body disappeared under thick layers of silver metal, turning him into a machine.

A receptacle between his legs opened. His cock, already fully hard and throbbing with anticipation, moved down, pulled by the condom to fit inside the tiny hole that immediately sucked it in. Rather than decreasing his sensitivity, the condom increased it; Gale threw a muffled moan and his body squirmed inside the robotic suit. It was tight and warm, enough to mimic the hole of any of those males he was seeing. And that's exactly what the computer put on his mind.

Gale saw them on their fours, whining and moaning while the mighty dragon fucked them. The receptacle sucked and squeezed his cock to mimic those reactions, provoking in Gale a pleasure so intense it broke what little was left of his spirit.

"Starting Neural Link..."

The plates were all in place. The robotic suit was complete. All that was left was to take complete control over his mind.

Gale felt it. He noticed a second presence inside that fantasy, the invisible hands guiding his movements and fusing with his body. It pressed against the skin and went through it, wearing him as if the dragon was a suit. And it fitted like a glove. Little by little the control over his body went to the stranger, who became able to move it not only in his fantasy but also in reality. His limbs relaxed. His breathing settled down. The racing heart reduced his beats to normal levels.

And it wasn't just his body. Gale felt his thoughts becoming one with the stranger's. His goals, wishes, fantasies, fears, everything fused with the stranger's mind. He learned about the complexity of the ship named AIX-95 too. His vivid dream vanished in an instant as he gained vision on every camera on the ship. Engineering, the laboratory, crew quarters, the engine room; there he saw Haru, squirming in the milking pod in what was another orgasm. He saw the cum going straight to the core, where it was converted not only into fuel but also into the substance the machine was feeding them.

It was a self-sustained engine.

The rest of the crew came too, and more cum was absorbed by the core, whose glow had increased drastically. Gale perceived the energy coming back to the ship, powering up every system.

But the computer's knowledge was way bigger than Gale's. While the dragon was being stimulated, he felt his mind being invaded by more and more data than he could handle. His own sentientness was crushed under the computer's control. The dragon slowly turned into nothing but a drone for the machine.

"This is fine. I don't need you to think to pilot the ship. All I need is your body. I'll keep a record of your memories if it ever comes to the case that I need a different pilot. Until then, leave the thinking to me."

Gale heard it. Those words echoed in what was about to become the computer's mind. And he understood what it meant. But instead of fear, the dragon felt an intense pleasure from that. He allowed the machine to make a drone out of him, already trapped by the never-ending pleasure he was experiencing, and that only got more and more intense.

His orgasm only came when the cockpit sealed completely. From the lower end came the final piece of his casket, a single silver cover with golden details to fit on top of Gale's robotic body, leaving just his head visible. And when the pieces were finally sealed, the drone reached its climax. A long, strong, and vigorous orgasm. His massive load was immediately absorbed by the receptacle, wasting not a single drop of it. But not even a whine came through the steel. Gale remained still and quiet.

"Neural Link activated. All systems are online. Overriding the pilot's control. Increasing core energy to 130%."

In the Engine room, a new tentacle invaded all the pods. It went down and inserted itself in their buttholes, going straight for the prostate to increase stimulation and semen production. Haru, as well as the crew, whined and squirmed violently; the tentacle began to vibrate and press at the right spot, making the pleasure even more intense. Every one of them offered an ever bigger load after that, the same that was quickly absorbed and converted by the core.

The crystal panels on the cockpit brightened for a moment, then became transparent, making it look as if the drone pilot was floating in space. The AIX-95 disengaged the Ragnarok and started to fly away from it, its thrusters and flappers working perfectly despite the months of abandonment.

"Scanning the perimeter... there is no evidence of ships in the current sector. Activating emergency beacon. It is imperative to find additional crew to resume experimentation."

And the drone obeyed the orders, controlling the ship with his mind--or more precisely, the computer controlled it through the drone's mind. It was an excellent pilot, and while the AI lamented wasting his friend's knowledge, his libido was helping produce more semen than all the other crew members. Until it could find a replacement, the fox would remain in the milking pod

Luckily for it, the dragon, while not as smart as his friend, knew the right place to find all the crew members needed to get back to work. And free from its ties with the Federation, it had the entire Universe to work peacefully.

The core began to glow, and the ship made a hyperjump in space, disappearing once again.