The Ship
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The Ship
Caroline's eye flickered open. A moment later, she shot upright with a loud gasp. The lights around her slowly brightened in response to her movement.
For several seconds, she scanned the pristinely clean, silver room. "Where am I?" Images flashed through her mind: a bright light, screaming, the sense of flying.
Strangely, her mind took the images of comfort. "I'm on the ship." It was not a comfort of position, but a comfort of simply knowing that her situation was sad. But that was better than simply not knowing.
She swung her legs over the edge of the stiff bed and laid them on the floor. It was cold for a moment, but warmed at her touch. Before she actually stood, her eyes turned to the calendar hanging on the wall. It had been nine days since they'd taken her.
"Good morning, Caroline," a metallic voice called from a hidden speaker. The clock told her otherwise; it was actually 6 o'clock in the evening by the ship's time. Not that it actually mattered to her.
As she pushed herself to a stand, the bed sheets fell away, exposing her slender feline body. Soft pink nipples capped a set of embarrassingly small breasts. Two more sets of nipples lay on her stomach, just below her breasts, but flat against her skin. White fur covered her body, but was short enough to accent a nice hourglass figure.
Unlike the first day, the urge to cover herself was absent. It had taken her four days to become accustomed to the nudity on the ship and another two days to actually begin going around nude herself. But hey, when in Rome...
The speaker beeped. "We would like to remind you that you are to attempt to conceive this morning."
She groaned. "Please, don't remind me." It always did. And it would again.
The door across from her slid open. A large metallic body was standing in the doorway. That was their... whatever. The passengers had simply taken to calling them the guards. They seemed docile enough, humanoid. It was here to escort her.
She decided to ignore it for the time being and instead went over to a small hole in the wall. "Egg, sausage and cheese burrito. Orange juice." A light flashed and the requested breakfast appeared. She picked it up and began eating almost mindlessly. After a moment, her jaw started to slow. She had to remind herself what the others here had told her. Take pleasure in things, even if they are simple. Otherwise, you'll go crazy.
So she did. She took her time enjoying the breakfast, however simple it was. When she turned back, the robot was still standing their watching her. "Alright. Let's go." It stepped aside for her and they began to walk.
The hallway outside her room had a long set of windows open to the outside. Caroline stopped to take in the view. Hundreds of miles below them floated earth. Right now, they were somewhere over the northern continent. Within an hour, the view would change to one of deep space as the ship, technically a space station, rotated.
The guard waited patiently, but even that silence drove her to keep moving. She sometimes wondered why the aliens, and that's what they had to be in order to have anything like this, didn't show themselves. All you ever saw were the robot guards and all you ever heard was the metallic voice of the computer.
They started passing other furs, all of them as nude as she was. A few walked in pairs holding hands. Carline didn't need an imagination to know where they were going.
They stopped and a door slid open. The smell rolled over her like a wave: sex. The sound came next: moans and groans and pants and cries, all of it in pleasured excess.
She walked into the "Lounge" and looked around. It was a large room full of bed, sofas, and any other form of sitting surface. And on most of those surfaces were pairs, and sometimes more than pairs, of furs having sex.
This was their "purpose" now. The aliens had brought them here to have sex in the name of research. Apparently, they were fascinated by their physiology and were studying it. Part of that study involved the process of procreation. Some furs loved this simple life. Most of the males, come to think of it.
Caroline found a chair that seemed to be relatively clean and sat down. The sounds and smells alone were enough to get her thoughts spinning. Maybe there was something in the air, but the lips between her legs were starting to tingle.
The first time she had walked into a Lounge, it had been her first night on the ship and she had been a virgin. That had passed quickly enough. Every day, they asked her to come and have sex with some different fur in the possibility that she'd get pregnant so that they could study her for that cycle. If she didn't, there would always be another time that same day or the next day. If it was possible to become bored with sex, Carline thought it would be starting relatively soon.
A large, bushy tail brushed her leg and she looked up. A large male pony was standing over her. The sight of him brought a smile to her face. "Hey, Mark."
He sat down next to her. "Morning, Caroline." He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "How you doing today?"
"Good as I can be, I guess." Mark had been the first one to show her any tenderness during these research sessions. She liked to think that it was her first time making love. Ever since then, he'd sort of watched over her since he had been on the ship for several months now. "You just get here?"
"Yeah," he said glancing around. "Not sure what I'll do, though."
Caroline had to force herself, just like always, to avoid looking between his legs. But even with her will, her eyes dropped momentarily. His dark brown cock was starting to peak out from his large sheath. The sight sent a cold shiver up her spine. If she could, she'd ask him to take her again, but the aliens wanted variety, so they'd forbidden them for the time being.
He turned his head back to her and she met his gaze before he could realize she was looking. "You doing ok?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah. I think I've finally gotten settled in." After a moment, she added, "I miss home, though."
He put a hand on her knee gently. "We all do, hun. Well, I think I'm gonna go get this over with. Will I see you at the gym later?"
"Sure." She watched him stand and walk off, saddened slightly. Of course, she'd see him again, but it still felt strange to be alone of a ship where the daily activity was sex with a complete stranger and not have someone you knew around.
A reptilian creature walked up to her with a throbbing erection. Speak of the devil. "Hey, little miss," he hissed politely. "You, uh... mind helping me out here?"
Carline shrugged. "Sure. Why the hell not?" She reclined back and spread her legs for him.
It would have been nice to just blank out and let go; let him have her body as long as she kept her mind. But of course, something got her excited despite knowing this was a complete stranger. As his scales slid along her fur, her breathing and heart rate quickened in anticipation.
The tip of his ribbed cock met her lips and he pushed into her with one long, slow thrust. Electricity shot through her veins as her lips spread themselves open for the intruder. She hated it only moments ago and she would hate it later, but for the moment, she would enjoy the pleasure. "Oh, wow."
The reptile leaned over her and hooked one hand under her arm to pull her upright a little. "There we go." His hips started driving against hers, slamming his cock home with long strokes to slide his entire shaft through her.
Her moans joined the cries of the others around her as she became lost in sexual pleasure of pure lust. She didn't care who was watching or what would happen. There was a cock between her legs, and that was all she wanted. She wanted it to drive her open like a wedge, driving in and touching her deepest depths.
He willing obliged to her silent desires by pulling her into him every time he thrust. Their hips made smacks with each hit. Every so often, he would stop and grind against her, which made his cock change angles inside her tunnel and touch her in new ways. "You like it, don't you?"
"Oh, god, yes. Give me that cock," she answered without thinking. Her mind was long gone by now. The animal in her ground back so that his crotch pressed and rubbed at her clit. She stiffened for a moment and he went back to pounding into her. It felt so good, so wondrously good to be so full. "Come on, big boy. Cum in me."
"Oh, you want it bad," he hissed back. "Alright." He leaned down a bit for more leverage and suddenly increased his speed.
Stars shot through her vision as the pleasure made her entire body go limp. Her walls squelched and clenched against him. She needed to feel it. Desperately, her pleasure rose. He wasn't slowing. Her throat opened and she moaned to the ceiling as her body exploded into orgasm.
Her partner hissed at the sudden friction, but he seemed to enjoy it. Just as she started to die from her orgasm, he pushed himself against her and she felt his cock jump and shoot his load of thick cum into her belly. He held her close for a full minute until his cock finally petered out. His snout leaned in close to her cheek and she felt a tongue tickled against her fur. "Thank you, sweet. You want me to stay for a while?"
She shook her head. "I'm good. Thanks."
The sigh he gave sounded somewhat sad, but he pulled himself from her. Their juices spilled to the floor, giving her nethers a very cold sensation of being empty. He gave her a quick kiss before walking off into the Lounge; whether it was to leave or find another partner, she didn't know or care. She had come and had sex. That was all they asked for.
Her "job" finished, she stood and walked along the path to the showers. It was a single large unit with showerheads lining the walls; only one, but having separate ones for sexes seemed redundant at this point.
It was no surprise that when she entered she saw a pair doing it in the corner. A few were watching, but most paid it no attention. She tried to, but she couldn't help but see that the male was a large stallion. It made her mind turn back to Mark. She should go to the gym after this. He would probably be waiting there.
He wasn't waiting, but she was standing outside the door when he came by. His head tilted to the side a little when he saw her casually leaning against the wall. "You waiting for someone?"
She smiled at him. "You could say that."
He looped an arm around the small of her back and kissed her cheek. "You know, if you don't mind, I think I've got something in mind for a better work-out than the gym."
"Oh, really? And what would that be?" She didn't really need to ask. The simple tone of his voice told her.
But he played along. "They say sex can burn as many calories as a hard run."
"I'd believe it," she said with a look of feigned surprise. "But they don't want us mating."
"Well, as far as I see, they didn't want us being together for their 'research.' They didn't say anything about our spare time."
A smile crept over her face. "I like the way you think." She leaned more into his arms and kissed his snout gently. He returned the contact with passionate love.
The others could take her body, but her heart and soul were hers to give.
Author's Notes:
A decent story, I'd say. Has the possibility for becoming something a bit longer, but I'll leave that up to you. Should I perhaps continue with Caroline? Or just do other stories based around the ship? Maybe drop it all together? I don't know. Tell me your thoughts.
Thanks very much for reading!