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"Prison Break"

The LOH buzzer on Kyle Rend's alarm clock was just enough for his mind to wrap around as it forced him out of a sound sleep. He rolled over in the flat cot which rumbled under his weight as he turned over and opened an eye to read the time at 05:01. The buzzer resonated on a lower than hearing range so people around couldn't hear it go off, but his mind was tuned specifically to hear it and it stimulated him to awaken. He didn't like it, he clambered and grabbed the clock, switching off what he described to others as "nails on a chalkboard" but everyone had a non-specific description to the sound their minds heard on it. "White noise" or "Static" some of the more sensitive people have claimed it sounds like a horn blaring in their ears and have had to move on to normal alarms, or move out of the close living quarters that humans these days found themselves in. He yawned and looked at his reflection in his bedside mirror, he needed shave, and judging from the spikes his hair had formed, he could use a grooming too. Today was the first day of his security position, and his shuttle would be leaving for the space dock in four hours.

Morning at the base was pretty routine, and unlike many of the bases he'd been assigned to, Kyle was somewhat disappointed to find he was on a strictly human one. Part of the reason it excited him to get his position at an astral prison was the introduction to aliens, both new and familiar. They'd always interested him, but when he was in high school he discovered a more sexual curiosity for some of the races; the Quatrinians for example were large ape-like beasts with four arms. They were excelled fighters and mechanics, and probably had more than a few bits under the hood. The Venusians, who had transferred to the Alpha Centauri system when their world Venus had become uninhabitable were very athletic, almost Roman in culture. They didn't have specific sexes by definition, but they did have ejaculate phalluses that served no better purpose than a party favor.

He had to shake his head clear though, he knew he shouldn't give in to his temptations on the station, it was a prison he was being assigned to after all. He stepped into the bathroom and slipped into the sonic shower, which then removed his boxer shorts and cleaned him through the use of hypersonic sounds that humans couldn't hear. As this was going on, he shaved the stubble from his face and activated a series of small lasers designed to trim hair across the entire length of his body. As he flipped the switch off to deactivate things he began to lament that humans had gotten so automated in their age, but he shrugged it off like he always did.

"Hey look, its our resident alien expert." One of the larger techs teased, his name was Trey, and the two of them never got along. Kyle sneered at him.

"Rak mubat oorkinin." He said.

"The fuck is that? Some alien gibberish?"

"Caylen tongue." The computer sounded off in an eerily human voice. "Translation: "Eat shit and die, asshole""

"That's weird." One of the smaller techs who stopped to witness the altercation commented. "I didn't think the Caylens had a word for 'shit'"

"They don't." Kyle answered. "I just sort of adlibbed it and put it into the translator system."

Breakfast was the same as it had been almost every morning, a shapeless mass of reddish grey slop that somehow tasted like the favorite food of the ones who ate it, only it wasn't so much that flavor but something trying to be it. Kyle had slowly lost his enjoyment of bacon and eggs for breakfast ever since they'd introduced it as a low cost substitute. He'd managed about half a dozen bites before he put his fork down and looked up at the digital clock over the doorway; six thirty. He groaned and swept his hands through his hair, this day couldn't have crawled any slower if it tried.

Most of the morning afterward was pretty routine, a few security complaints, a trip or two to the john to help reduce the pain of hibernated sleep for the trip to the prison. But it wasn't until he was walking down the corridor toward the ship that the butterflies really hit. His hand slid along the metal frame of the hatch and he ducked into the darkened corridor and smiled politely at the female soldier helping him into the cabin.

"If you'll come this way, lieutenant." She said, not letting that stern look fall from her face. "Now, you're putting up a strong front, sir, but I assure you that space hyper sleep is perfectly safe and painless."

"Yeah, I haven't heard of anything bad happening in over a decade." Kyle admitted. "It's just natural jitters before a flight is all, I'm fine."

She smiled. "Good." She pressed a button alongside a long bed chamber. The stasis lights deactivated allowing him to climb up and slide in.

The sleep chamber was just that; a softly padded empty tube that barely had enough room for one to move around in. As he slipped in, the girl turned on the lights to the tube, illuminating it with a soft white light. There was a small red call button just over his head, an emergency switch just in case he was awakened or the hyper sleep didn't take during the trip. He cleared his throat and settled in.

"The transport should be taking off shortly." She stated as she pressed a few buttons in the pad. "I want you to count backwards from twenty, to insure the stasis takes hold."

"Twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen."

"Captain, this is stasis one." She said into the comms. "Initializing hyper sleep."

"Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirr----"

There was a popping sound in both of Kyle's ears as the lights came on in his cabin. A sudden depressurization disoriented him as the field at the entrance to his bed shut down and he awakened from his three week sleep. There was a convenient bin that shunted out from the wall directly under his face, but he withheld the urge to use it. Vomitting was more or less for newer recruits, he just needed to take a long hard piss, his other waste removal needs were cleared in stasis, which always gave him the oddest sensation of confusion when he woke. "Twelve." He spoke aloud, suddenly realizing that his consciousness was returning to him. Another thing that bothered him about stasis was that it was stone silent, no dreams, no REMs period. He always felt like he was waking from the dead when he clambered out of that tubing and regained the motor control of his legs.

Making his way to the bathroom meant nothing if he couldn't get there before the others who were still puking in their cabins. He felt like he was going to bust a vein suddenly and he rushed to get there first every time. Closing the door behind him, Kyle leaned over the toilet and let a long groan go as he pissed into the steel wash container. He leaned his forehead onto his arm clamped onto the overhead cabinet and stared out the window as he relieved himself. Nothing but a sea of stars was straight out in front and above his line of sight. But a large complex was coming up fast, hovering over a reddish glowing planet that served as a mining colony for the prison workers on "good behavior" this world was several hundred light years from Earth and for once, he was looking forward to this change of pace.

The entry hall was bigger than Kyle had expected as the hatch opened to let the five new recruits and himself onto the station. The room was boxy and small, but had a very high ceiling on it that reflected the light of the sun outside into the room. The party had been stripped of their uniforms to pass through the security checks and clean room which used high pressure air and steam to blast away anything that might contaminate the station. They were thoroughly groped and prodded by the station's physicians, likely to insure that no one could carry on board something concealed that could be a threat. This was a min-max prison and housed several very deadly criminals. If someone came through with a chunk of coal shoved up their ass it probably wouldn't do anyone any good, but he allowed the procedure to happen anyway and it wasn't long before they were pushed through and he was summoned to the warden's office. Warden Powell was an ornery man in his late fifties who looked like he was close to retirement. As he paced his office in front of Kyle, his newest security officer was given a stern staredown before he even spoke.

"Lieutenant Rend. I'm not sure what sort of treatment you're used to back on Earth, but out here, we hold a very finite sense of tolerance to our prisoners and to our staff. We rarely take on new transfers, and your inexperience with our directives is only overlooked by the high decoration in your work." He said, taking a glass from his desk and tossing back a clear substance that clearly didn't smell like water. "Out of the eighteen hours that our... "model" prisoners have out in the grounds, you're responsible for them. Every guard is positioned at one of four exits, every prisoner that needs to take a piss is to be escorted step by step, I don't care if you have to grab and aim their dicks, you don't let them out of your sight. Do you understand that, Rend?"

"Yes sir." Kyle stated, his back stiff as a board as he remained at attention while the man paced back and forth in front of him.

"The crew quarters are located one level above the prison levels, the prison levels take up three decks. The only thing below them is the engine room, and above your deck is the sick bay and solitary containers, then above that the bridge and my quarters." His face turned into a scowl. "I don't expect that any of my crew would need to see any of the security personnel except under the most extreme circumstances, in other words, I don't want to see you on the bridge. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. You've made that perfectly clear."

"I hear from your experience that you are fluent in several languages?"

"Fourteen non-sapien languages I'm fluent in, sir. And I'm passable in over seventy other dialects."

"Excellent. We could use a new translator, we haven't had one in almost twenty years here."

Kyle's eyebrows rose a bit. "Then how is it you've been able to communicate with the aliens on board, sir?"

"A good baton to the knees tends to be a good motivator." He smirked a bit, then his expression fell on Kyle's scathing look. "You may not be a rookie, but on my watch you're still a level three security officer. You can scold me about ethics of prisoner treatments when you're level one, but until then you just mind your P's and Q's. Alright?"

"Y-yes sir." He said.

"Good. Now, if you step outside, talk with Smith, he'll take you down to the prison quarter."

"How many prisoners are there, sir? If I can ask."

"Twenty was my last count. Thirteen on the men's quarter where you'll be stationed, and then seven on the women's level near the bottom."

As he was dismissed, a massive beast stood standing in the doorway as Kyle exited. He assumed it was this "Smith". A Grugan, an ape-like race who even the females were built like tanks. As he turned his flat nose toward Kyle and gave off a grunt, Kyle drove his eye contact upward and let off a slightly higher grunt in response followed by a clicking of his tongue.

"How interesting." The beast responded. "Not many know the proper greeting."

Kyle smirked a bit. "Yours was the first race I studied at the university." He explained. "I did a rather thorough report of it after visiting your home world. You might say I'm pretty versed in your culture."

"Good." Smith answered as he gestured Kyle to follow him. "It is not often to find one who is respective of other cultures, much less a human." They stepped to the elevator door which opened with a loud hissing noise. Smith slid the badge attached to his pocket through the card slot which lit green and he pressed in a code, which made the elevator begin its descent. "Your badge should be prepared for you by tomorrow." He explained. "It will give you access to the crew common areas at your leisure, and it will grant you access into each of the cells. Coded to your DNA, the badge will not respond to anyone else's touch but your own."

"Sounds pretty secure." Kyle admitted.

The door buzzed as the elevator came to a stop, and they slid open with a loud rolling clunk. The floor they were now facing was an elevated catwalk around the main corridor. Several cells lined this floor, and as Kyle looked down over the banister near the middle of the room, he saw a couple more floors, also littered with cells themselves.

As the elevator door closed, leaving Kyle and Smith on the outside, a large insectoid creature called a Zelbus hopped toward them. ["So, you bring this human to stink up our halls even more, Grugan?"] He spoke in his jittery, hissing language.

Not one of Kyle's strongest languages, he did pick up the jist of what he'd asked, and responded in kind. ["I'm sure I can't smell any worse than the pit I've walked into."]

There was a long pause from the Zelbut who then broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter which he doubled over a bit holding his sides as he buzzed out a string of giggles that made Smith look at Kyle with his mouth agape. ["So, it speaks the divine language of Zelbus. It does not matter to me, human. You are simply a palette of consumable, digestible flesh."]

["You try it with me, Zelbut and I will detatch your splang and press it so hard up your ass that you'll be giving birth within a week."]

A slightly, less amused pause followed as he stared at the human. ["Never thought I'd admire a human. Be sure I don't doubt that."] He said as he continued along the pathway.

Smith was grinning as the two of them continued on. "What?" Kyle asked.

The Grugan laughed a bit. "I'm sorry, I've just never seen Varen Wrang walk away from a human with his stinger between his legs before. You really must have said something to get him to shut up."

Kyle smirked. "Maybe it's just my charm."

The two of them walked up to a cell that smelled like Earth just before a gentle rain. Smith extracted his baton and tapped at the bars, making them echo through the hall. "Nax. Get up, we've got a visitor."

There was a loud popping noise, and the smell suddenly switched to the stink of smoke and fire. "AH! Frax! Smith, you stupid ape! What the hell is your problem?"

Kyle hadn't expected a distant relation to come bursting from the cell, a Quatrinian male was now in the hall. It was theorized that Grugans and Quatrins were the galaxy's "kissing cousins" but the Quatrinians were a lot more massive, and having four arms instead of two definitely made up more of the size difference between them. Nax was reddish in his skin tone, which gave his fuzzy body a more of an amber tone to it. His black surround eye with the deep green iris in the center turned to the human and emitted a subtle glow as he evaluated him for a moment. "I just wanted to introduce you to our newest security officer. I'm giving him a tour."

"Heh. Looks like a sack of bones to me, like the last human you guys brought in."

"What were you working on in there?" Kyle asked curiously. "I assume you... were building something?"

"Well ain't that a point of picking out the fucking obvious?" He snorted. "Yeah, I was working on an atmospheric condenser. But I miscalculated."

"You really had it going well. Sorry we had to interrupt you." Kyle said. "If you'd like a suggestion, try and turn down the compensators a bit, if you've got them on over seventy percent you'll probably blow out the cooling circuits again and cause another explosion. You want to have it around..." He nodded his head back and forth a second. "Thirty-five, forty percent until you're ready to activate."

"Hrm. Yeah, I suppose that'll keep it a little more stable. You'll have to stick around kid, I might use an extra set of hands that knows what they're doing sometime."

Kyle couldn't help but grin. "Definitely."

As Nax returned to his cell and Kyle and Smith continued down the corridor, he was pulled back gently by the alien. "Listen, sir. I know that these guys might seem friendly and respectable to you right now. But don't forget that they're criminals." He insisted. "Whatever "friendships" you develop with them, they will turn you around and stab you in the back if it means their escape."

"I understand that. I've been on this beat for almost twelve years." Kyle insisted.

"Just so you do." Smith grunted as they came up to a third cell. "This is the last occupied cell on this level, Merrick V."

"V?" Kyle repeated. "What kind of last name is that?"

"Much shorter than his original last name." Smith answered all too quickly.

Opening the cell, the two men entered the large corridor within, Kyle immediately picked up the smell of what seemed like the moldy odor of a cave. The room was quite dark when the cell door closed behind them. It was chilly, the human's skin crawled with goosebumps. What kind of creature would be in this room? His eyes panned up and it revealed his answer; a pair of beacon white eyes flashed into existence and descended with a slim, but tall form. A pair of large wings around his body hid a dark colored flesh body. His wings were more than likely a light lining of fur though, and they wrapped around him like a cape. Despite this he remained upside down investigating the pair of them.

"Smith." He spoke in a soft voice. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"New guy." Smith answered and gestured to Kyle. "Officer Rend is going to be helping out around here for a while."

"Indeed?" The beast spoke and looked at the man. "Officer Rend, please do not let my appearance shock you. I was merely caught in an act of thievery, I'm really quite harmless."

"Save it, Merrick."

"As I recall, your record said that you were arrested after four armed robberies, and in your last one a child was nearly killed."

The bat-like beast's expression winced. "A victim of collateral damage, I'm afraid." He said. "She was too close during my escape attempt."

"You used a sonic burst to escape and she got in the way." Kyle added. "Last I hear, the fact that she lived is what got you off with twenty years instead of eighty."

"Yes. We are... all lucky at that." He said.

"She will be if she comes out of her coma." Smith added under his breath. "Now that you've met, we'll leave you to your sulking."

"Smith." He bowed his head to the ape, then turned to the human. "Officer Rend. Good day."

"Attention, it is now nine thirty." The computer sounded off as the pair of them left Merrick's cell. "Block lockdown will occur in thirty minutes, for those with open passes, please turn them over to one of the security guards on duty prior to lockdown, your privileges will continue tomorrow unless you have violated your agreements. Repeat, block lockdown will occur in thirty minutes..."

"Well, I guess we'll have to show you around the rest of the cells tomorrow. At least you were able to meet a few of our... ahem... "residents" he grinned. "I'll show you to our cabin."

"Our cabin?" Kyle asked. "You and I are bunking together?"

"We don't really have the room to have our own rooms." Smith shrugged. "I volunteered when the rest of the bunks became full. I hope you don't mind."

"N-not at all." Kyle answered nervously

Returning to the elevators, Kyle noticed a smaller statured creature approaching them; he looked slender and almost as thin as a steam pipe in width. While not as attractive as most, the Bryn did have a rather girthy cock within the males. The females were somehow overly voluptuous in their stature. Weaker by nature they were also quite aggressive in mating which made them another of Kyle's quirky and interesting races.

"Oh, hello Rolle." Smith emitted with an exasperated sigh. "What brings you up in the upper cell blocks?"

"Oh, well I came up as soon as I heard of the new guy." He said in a waving and somewhat meek voice as his eyes, peeking from two stems attached to his cranium that moved in opposite directions at the human. "He seems harmless enough."

"I'm only harmless until I have reason not to be, little one." Kyle answered.

"[I hear you can speak any language.]" Rollin quickly surmised.

Kyle smirked. "[Only a select few, but I have learned others to a lesser extent]"

Rollin smiled, then that smile broadened until his pin-sized sharp teeth were exposed and the little tail sticking out of his pants began to wiggle at a high speed. "Oh, yes! I like you. I like you a lot!" He danced from one foot to the other as Smith edged him back casually.

"Alright Rollin, you get back to your cell now. Lights out."

"Yes. Yes of course. I just wanted to---eeeghehehe." He giggled as he pranced off down the walkway

"You'll get used to him." Smith said to Kyle as he pressed the button on the elevator and swiped his badge. "He's just a little hyperactive."

"Aren't all Bryn?" Kyle asked.

"Heh." Smith nodded as the elevator door opened. "Very true."

The lift ride was a short one, going up two decks and over a good distance to the quarters. The door opened to a long, narrow corridor of entryways followed at the very end by a large dome-like window that observed the planet's horizon. They walked down to just about that view, and as Smith slid his card in and typed in his code, Kyle let his eyes gaze out into the vastness of space before him. "Hey kid, you'll need your rest if you're going to think about putting up with the rest of those guys tomorrow. The upper level is reserved for our "good behavior" prisoners, you can only imagine what lies below them."

He guided Kyle through the opening into a small, but cleanly kept cabin. Many of the surfaces were rounded and had a shiny polish on them, a large half-round couch made up the center of the room while the bed was pressed into a back corner. "Are they all different races?" Kyle asked as he took a place on the couch and slid into it, almost feeling caught off guard as Smith pulled his uniform shirt off, revealing a hair-covered pelt underneath with some spots of grey colored flesh.

"No. There are a lot of different races down there, but a few on the second deck are the same." He walked over to a white basin and dipped his hands into the water stored there before splashing it against his face. "Varen is sort of the colony's troublemaker while Merrick pretty much stays to himself in his cell. Rollin, well you know what he's like."

"And Nax?" Kyle's interest piqued, garnering an eyebrow raise from the Grugan.

"He's... just a big bully sometimes, but he's pretty much a push over if you assert yourself. I'm surprised you remembered his name."

Kyle shrugged. "I'm just good with names."

"Right." Smith answered after a long pause. "Anyway, you get the bed since this is your first night here. I'll just sleep here."

"On the couch?" Kyle asked. "I mean, I'm sure there's plenty of--"

"There isn't." Smith insisted. "Not for me, anyway."

"Well... alright." Kyle said, sliding out of his seat as the large alien slid right into it.

"There's drinks in the dispenser, toilet's though the closet there..." He said as he pointed in varying directions. "And the alarm's set to standard, so it'll wake us both up in seven hours."

A standard blaring alarm that he wouldn't be sure how to switch into sleep mode. "Great." He admitted aloud.

Stepping over to the small alcove that was considered the "bedroom" Kyle began to take off his watch before realizing that he hadn't bathed since his arrival and he was stinking. Before he could say anything, Smith interrupted him; "Showers are down the hall to your left." He said. "Take my card, the code for today is two-two-seven-six."

"Thanks." Kyle said as he put his watch down on the shelf and started for the door. "Towels and ammenties provided?"

"Welcome to chateau de hole." Smith waved his hands sarcastically. "Save some of that hot water for me, will you?"

The trip down the hall was quiet, but when he finally got to the shower room was when it really felt like he was alone. Kyle unzippered his uniform from the neck down to the crotch and slid it off. He wore nothing underneath, in stasis, clothing had a tenancy to get ruined from the freeze. He'd get a new uniform tomorrow, but for now he stepped out of it and tugged at his cock to free it from what felt like weeks of being bottled up. It was no small side effect that the space flight would have this effect on him, or any of the other men, but he assumed it was too late and that everyone else had gotten their showers in before their own tours. As he turned on the water, the spout of water poured down over him and soaked his skin immediately. He sighed a bit and ran his fingers through his hair. He began to run his hands along his arms and reached to pump the soap when he heard the door open to the room. Coyly, Kyle glanced over his shoulder to see Smith removing his pants, not looking up at the human, not sporting a pretty impressive semi erection of his own. He tried to casually ignore it as he stepped into the shower and turned on his faucet.

"Yeah, didn't want you wasting the water." Smith reiterated. "So I came a little early, you don't need to be shy about it."

"I'm not." Kyle said, suppressing a smirk as the muscular beast washed himself beside the smaller human. He couldn't stand the signals that Smith was putting off. He was big, and burly and tough looking, but he was putting out all the signs that he was a total bottom pushover. There he stood stroking himself casually with the side of his hand and he had to go and display himself for the human. Kyle couldn't help but get hard watching it, and as a casual gesture he turned away and doused his head, signalling his own wants by partly displaying himself. "So, Smith. How long have you been out here?"

"Seven cycles." The man responded, clearing his throat. "I've almost forgotten what life was out on the outside."

"You're not exactly a prisoner here." Kyle pointed out.

"But my duty demands that I stay." Smith answered.

"Mmhm. And what else does your duty tell you about the long years you've spent here?" Kyle asked, edging closer to that muscular back being doused by the water.

"Simple needs of the flesh. No-nothing to be concerned about." Smith answered, not really looking back, until he felt the grab of human hands fondling his rear which made him squawk like a feral ape for a moment as Kyle leaned down and ran his tongue along the length of the male's cleft. The gasp turned into a growl as Kyle felt the palm of the Grugan's hand press against his head and he felt compelled to dig a little deeper with his licking. Kyle's hands ran along the wet hair and fur of Smith's thighs as he worked over the thick balls and his tongue rolled up again and again along the cleft toward that warm star of flesh as he noticed Smith holding himself up by one hand against the wall as his ass leaned in for the grooming. The water coming down the spout of Smith's back made it difficult, but he was able to spread the cheeks apart and his tongue began to wriggle around deep within the male's hole, making him moan, his erection becoming more prominent, almost as much as Kyle's own cock that slapped against his stomach time and time again in the heated excitement of the moment. Kyle's hand slid between Smith's legs and he began to stroke that aching length that tapped against the wall as he humped against the air. He could feel bead after bead of warm seed dripping down his fingers. It was almost too easy to get him off like this. Kyle was awaiting this moment for hours, ever since that wakeup call from stasis, his cock had been flooding and staining the inside of his trousers for hours. In fact, he was surprised that none of the others could smell the stink of musk and sex, and need on him from the moment they'd met him.

Smith put both of his hands now against the shower's stall and Kyle pulled himself away from the crack before standing up and pressing his member against it. His saliva had given enough that he slid right in, and the massive beast grunted and fell back against the human, lustily calling his name which echoed through the room in all of its acoustic glory. Smith's loud grunt followed as he suddenly shot a massive stream of cum against the wall as he bucked hard against the human. Kyle wrapped his arms around the simian-like creature and felt himself go over the edge as well, and in a loud cry of his own, he suddenly shot deep into the warm insides of the Grugan's hole. It took several minutes for either of them to slowly relax as the human's cock fell free of the used ass, a small trickle of seed following it that managed to escape.

"Fffuck." Kyle moaned loudly. "You've got... so many signals." He panted.

"As you said. It's been a l-long time." He said. "I was glad I could offer you my ass for a few minutes."

After they showered, Kyle followed Smith back to their quarters where they both took the bed. Smith cuddling his body around Kyle like a blanket as they laid there naked together, and the evening drifted in around them.

Kyle yawned and woke at some point in the night. Smith had curled up onto the other side of the bed and he was still snoring loudly. The human could hardly imagine needing a lot of sleep after being in stasis for so long, so he rolled out of the bed. After wandering about the room for fifteen minutes, admiring the ornaments and objects that Smith had decorated it with, Kyle approached the wardrobe and tapped in a few digits. There was a soft whirring noise, and Kyle looked back at the ape a few times to insure he wasn't going to wake up as the clothing whirl came to a stop and the door opened to reveal a station uniform. He slipped into it, and was immediately enthralled with the softness of the fabric covering his body. As he zipped the jumpsuit up from the belt to his neck, he pressed it flat against his skin and admired himself in the mirror before noticing a flashing red light on the console next to the mail slot. He pressed it, and with a thunk a small plastic tube containing a single envelope popped down to the end. It was addressed to him.

"Oh, good." He mentioned to himself as he opened the envelope to reveal the security card from within. He swiped it through the scanner at the edge of the computer station and, after standing still for a biographical check, he was able to input a code for it. "I think I'll go on patrol."

"Can't it wait until the morning?" Smith asked with a wide yawn. "I still haven't given you the rest of the tour."

Kyle smirked. "Hey I don't like holding still. You sleep, I'll just go for a round below and I'll be back up here before the shift starts. I can't sleep anyway."

"Okay." Smith said, emitting another wide, toothy yawn. "Just call if you need anything."

"Yessir." Kyle said as he affixed the badge to his lapel and stepped through the door out into the corridor.

The hum of the elevator reaching the prison level stopped, and a cool air washed in on him as he stepped out onto the walkway. He'd not armed himself, but he really didn't need much in the way of weapons, he was quite skilled at hand-to-hand combat. He sighed as he leaned over the railing and peered down into the lower cells.

"Out for a little walk, sir?" The voice made Kyle's teeth click together as he turned to see Nax stepping over and leaning against the railing, his thick rump pressing against the metal bar through his thin pants seemed like almost a tease to the man as he looked up and met eyes with the Quatrin. "Could be dangerous, your first night alone." He said.

"I'm pretty good at handling myself." Kyle said, returning to his somewhat poised rump position. "What about you? Out on the walk like this, shouldn't you be in your cell?"

"Tsh." The large male rubbed the back of his neck. "Some nights I wish. No, the humans that run this place couldn't do a thing without me repairing their equipment all the time. I've got a special pass." He extracted a small blue card from his pants and handed it to the human who inspected it; it was indeed a cell pass, and it was probably coded with several of the maintenance tubes on that level. "You believe me now?"

"Sure." Kyle said handing the badge back and pressing a smile on his face. "I do."

"Good. I don't care what sort of shit that Smith pulls up, I'm not nearly as bad as he thinks."

"That's too bad." Kyle said, leaning forward.

"Oh?" Nax raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I've sort of got a thing for alien beasties." He admitted with a smirk as he stood upright. "I saw the way you looked at me when you first saw me; and, I couldn't help but notice a lone Quatrilian in here."

"And you knew I was the only one how?" Nax asked, a confused look falling into a coy grin as Kyle's fingers slid down the hip of his trousers but never more than quarter of an inch as their eyes locked lustily.

"Oh I know Quatrilians." Kyle said, eyeing that exposed muscular torso as he pressed in a bit more. "The only time there's more than one is when it's a pair of mates, and you don't look tied down. I could do you a favor, Nax. Put a good word in for you, maybe get you down to the female level for maintenance. Would you like that?"

"I think you're already reading me like a book." Nax's obvious tent rousing curiosity from the human who slowly pulled the drawstring and released the mammoth cock from his trousers that bounced out of its confinement and almost directly down Kyle's throat who wrapped his fingers around it as his mouth closed around the thick cock, immediately getting a small hint of ejaculation shooting into the back of his throat.

So the Quatrilians didn't have four heads like they had four arms, but the sheer size was enough to almost make the human's jaw pop outward as both of Nax's hands grabbed his head and he began to slide Kyle's mouth along the length as he grappled with the alien's thighs, trying to keep from being impaled through the back of the throat from the sheer force. Nax growled as saliva began pouring down his cock from the human unable to move from his position now. Kyle used his fingers to hold Nax's trousers mostly aloft, but couldn't help but play with the beast's balls as he did. He took breaths barely in between thrusts which got faster as Kyle's lips squeaked with the filling of wetness slapping against his gums as he tried to keep the noise from getting too loud. The moist shaft of the cock was almost bitter to the taste, but he smelled an even sweeter cum fluid as it drained into his mouth. He muffled something but that only made Nax grab his head and fuck his mouth harder. It didn't take much to get Kyle to fall to his knee and try to take every inch, straight to the strange knob at the end where mating tendrils lapped at his lips. Kyle knew much about how their anatomy worked, but he was still a bit put off by the wriggling things sticking to his lips and trying to take ahold of the smooth flesh of his lips with each push back.

"Nnngh!" Nax slammed a foot on the ground and suddenly unloaded hot jets of fluid into Kyle's throat. Kyle's first impulse was to pull away but the Quatrilian wouldn't let him. He kept on going, and the flavor was suddenly becoming sweeter, and sweeter as the cock kept on pulsing and pumping, refusing to lose its thickness as Nax's hands rounded the back of his neck. "Mind y-your breath now..." He growled.

Instinct told Kyle what to do, and he inhaled and quickly held his breath as the cock shoved down his throat now, this time much deeper and it made the human's neck straighten out as he began to pick up speed. Kyle felt the tendrils at the base of Nax's cock now suctioning to his lips as the massive male hilted into his throat and let out another glorious grunt. Another hard, hot pulsing of liquid made its way down Kyle's throat and he couldn't help but feel his body swallow it. He huffed and came again immediately, though the third shot came dry, and eventually he released the human from his grasp, who almost fell back. Nax was still breathing heavily as he tucked his quickly softening cock into his pants again and fastened them.

"Don't have to worry about that pass..." He said panting. "I don't like females so much, but keep invitations like that open anytime."

Kyle smirked. "Sure. Now I'm going to ahem... continue my patrol before I head back for the night."

Feigning a salute, Nax turned around and walked away, glancing back and casting a smirk before continuing on down the corridor. Kyle stood up and fluttered the front of his pants where he'd soaked himself in precum, but it was already drying. He'd barely walked ten feet before noticing Varen and Rollin in their cell staring out onto the floor. Both were snickering as the human approached.

"[Hey, human. You've got something hanging from your mouth, and it's not just your pride!]" Varen cackled loudly as Kyle wiped a bit of the bluish cum fluid from his lip and teasingly slid it along the male's face. "HEY!" He roared in shock at which Rollin began laughing and bouncing.

"Oh! He's good, he got you, Varen! Hahaha!" Rollin giggled. "But got to admit, it was hot to watch. Very hot to watch!"

"Were you two spying on me?"

"[Well, human. It's not every day that the mating roars of a Quatrilian are heard in these quarters, I imagine your throat will be sore tomorrow.]I miss the original hakkar event"

"Probably so." Kyle smirked. "But at least we've got clothes to hide it." He pointed down to Varen's obvious erection that was half hidden in the darkness of the cell.

"[Would you like to come in and do something about it? Since you're making the rounds of course.]"

"Yes! Yes! Come in, come in and visit!" Rollin bounced almost unbearably back and forth on his feet. It was hard to tell if the excitement of sex or just that of company was keeping him interested.

Kyle swiped his card across the reader and watched it flash green and the lock clicked open. He pulled the gate aside and stepped in, already Rollin was tugging at the leg of his pants. "Come come come! You need to see!"

"Yes, Rollin always likes to show off his things." Varen sighed as they stepped past the darkened entryway to a lighter back room.

There were two cots lying head-to-head at an angle around a small silvery bowl. The smaller of the two scampered up onto the cot to the left and started bouncing excitedly. He snickered as the guard approached and flopped to one side and began to roll down the length of his bed. "See? Look, plenty of room!" He cackled cheerfully as Kyle approached and seated himself next to the Bryn. Immediately, Rollin crawled up into his lap and stood nose to nose with the human as his fingers felt the smooth fabric. "Nice." He said as he unexpectedly kissed Kyle. Kyle froze for a moment and kissed back, letting his tongue taste the Bryn's own slim, slimy one. Rollin giggled a bit and pulled back. "You're a good kisser!" He said cheerfully as he leaned in and kissed him again.

"Yes, wait until you see what we're good at." Varen said as he pulled back on the human's shoulders, making him lie down on the cot; a prominent bulge pushing against the fabric that the Zelbut quite easily released by unzipping the suit clear to the base of the zipper.

There was a wet slap as Rollin's member unfolded free from his hidden slit and began to roll along the human's cock base. He wrapped his arms around it, and Kyle could hear the popping as his fingers began to flex outward, popping out a much larger grip than he looked like he was capable of as he began to stroke and lick at the flesh that was quickly getting hard again.

"I'm not s-sure if this is a good thing or not." Kyle said, his voice of doubt getting cut off by the feeling of a large phallus slapping down on his head from above him as he ran the length of his shaft along the human's face.

"Oh what harm could we do to you, human? You'd squash us like bugs if you didn't like where this is going." He said as he crudely wrapped his legs around the man's face and quickly climbed up, allowing Kyle's lips to wrap around the Zelbut's cock for a brief moment until he reached Rollin's rump. At this point he teased both ends, wiggling his cock against Kyle's neck as he began to probe his fingers and fondle both Kyle's own face with his member as he also started playing with Rollin. He ran his fingers along the smaller creature's back as his thighs pressed his backside back again and again. He hissed a bit as his tongue worked up Rollin's leg, against the underside of his cock which was now pressing against Kyle's own with an impressive girth as it spouted seed like lubricant all over the flesh, making a heavy odorous mess all over Kyle's uniform as Kyle began to run his tongue along the backside of the bug-like alien, taking in the intoxicating musk that seemed to entrance him.

"It's... it's not time yet." Rollin whimpered as he rubbed himself against the cock. "I wa-want more..."

"I think you've done enough." Varen said, pushing the Bryn aside and moving forward still to run his tongue along the wet cock.

Rollin somewhat disturbed Kyle, being so small but having enough length to drag along the flesh on his way up to his head, the small alien picked up his cock and submerged it into Kyle's lips. It was solid, but there was a good deal of loose flesh as Kyle tasted it and wrapped his fingers around it, he could hardly get a good grip on its wet, slippery mess as it trickled down his chin. It was truly a strange experience, but the Bryn's chest rippled and flexed, glistening some in the low lighting as he could feel Varen's rear cleft clench around his cock and drag his body downward with a soft moan that lasted several seconds before the ass climbed back up. The precum that Rollin had left behind definitely adding to the pleasure as Kyle's boots pointed downward.

"[I've never tried human.]" He stated in his native tongue. "[Seems a bit--ahh--small..."]" He let out a clicking noise, which Kyle recognized as a mating trill and could feel the tip of his member press into the folds of the hole. "Hahh.." He huffed out loud as Kyle's attention was turned to Rollin who grabbed each side of his face and began to smoothly mount it. Deeper, and deeper, a spit of the Bryn's seed filling the back of his throat, and Kyle could do little more than grunt at the situation.

"Oh, yes! YESSS!" Varen cried out just before streams of wet liquid slapped against Rollin's small back and poured down onto his stomach from behind. Kyle couldn't see much but enjoyed the orgasmic, fang toothed release that the creature had given him. There was a twinge, and a hot poking sensation against his cock that made it feel like his blood was boiling. Kyle let out a grunt, but tried not to bite down on the flesh in his mouth as he came rather suddenly as well. Quickly filling the bug-like alien and causing a bigger mess.

"AH! HAH! AAAHHHH!" Rollin screeched loudly, prompting the human to pull his lips from the meat just as a forceful blast of white shot from him. Unlike many aliens that Kyle had studied, Rollin's cum was much like a human's, except it shot at least twelve feet and pooled there for a few rounds before it came down enough to begin creaming the human in the face.

Kyle had barely enough time to wash the seed off his face and clean up after dressing before ushering him to the door. The sound of the cell door slamming shut was still ringing in his ears as he continued on down the corridor. After a few steps, the ringing in his ears faded and instead he could hear the sounds of music coming from the next cell. Merrick was definitely up late tonight.

"Merrick? You in there?" Kyle asked as he approached the cell and tried to look in, only seeing blackness inside. He sighed through his nostrils and swiped his card, popping the door open. Slipping inside he crept through the room, searching for the source of the sound he heard. "Merrick?" He asked as he made his way to the back of the cell, where a small record player was seated. The needle skipped and bumped along the player's rim, but it looked like nobody was home.

Stepping back he noticed the mountainous bat-like alien looming behind him. Quickly he opened his arms and wrapped his wings around the human, shrouding his entire body under the leathery warm interior. "Did you think I would not be here, human?" He asked, a warm whisper of breath washing across Kyle's neck. Kyle tried to reach back to push the bat away from him, but realized he too was naked and hung. "Do not think I haven't noticed you looking at me, your heart beats deceptively fast when you are near. Even now it pounds like a drum." He ran his tongue along Kyle's neck and nipped it slightly, his slightly prehensile member was already snaking along the back of the human's pants. "Do you fear my bite, human? Do you think that with it you will become a bat yourself?"

"N-no..." Kyle panted. "Trust me, I have things to deal with like that myself." He felt his body trembling, it was like it was cold out but he was wrapped up tight and warm against the large muscular body, obviously seeking entry. The fuzz running along the back of his neck from the bat-like alien's bristly beard made Kyle moan softly as Merrick's thick and nimble fingers grasped the zipper of his uniform again and slowly slid it down toward the bottom, peeling back the outfit as he did so.

There was a firm nip on the side of Kyle's mouth, not enough to draw blood, but enough to usher a whispered gasp from the human as his back was pulled back against Merrick's stern torso as his fingers dipped in and began to play with the human's refreshed arousal. He hummed in amusement at Kyle's willingness and used a claw to drag the uniform down further past Kyle's hips. The wetness of his cock slapped against the human's bare rump. "You offer much temptation to the lonely men of this prison." He said. "Your seduction is subtle, and irresistible." He sniffed ferociously on the man's neck. "I could see it immediately."

"R-Really?" Kyle asked feeling the pike press against his ass, sliding against his hole as it got ready to push inward. "I g-guess my technique works then."

A growl answered that question as the massive beast turned and practically threw Kyle onto his cot. He was on the human's backside quicker than Kyle could move onto the bed, and with a violent thud of the cot slapping against the floor, Kyle cried out as the cock pushed into his ass. His fingers dug into the mat and he let out a very fearsome roar as his hands suddenly popped and talons began to appear at the ends of his digits. Merrick growled passionately as he grabbed Kyle's head as he hilted into him and threw his back up against his chest. His claws running over the man's flesh as it began to ripple with shimmering greenish scales. Kyle's eyes blinked in a golden light as his body began to suddenly transform.

"Well well, aren't we full of surprises." Merrick rumbled in his approval as he grew more rough with the changing human as he grew more in girth, his rear sprouting a tail just above the flesh ring that the bat was assaulting. He slapped Kyle against the wall who caught himself spread eagle as Merrick bit his thickened neck harder, tasting the flesh becoming scales in his bite as he fucked him.

"Yes... oh, yessss..." Kyle hissed as his voice descended an octave. His spine popped with each slam from the alien and he grew taller as well. Though not quite as tall as the bat who reveled in this more and more. "Harderrr!" He begged, slamming his hips back against Merrick as they twined. Merrick pulled the dragon's muzzle into a kiss, their equally long lithe tongues wrapping around each other, threatening to tie themselves into knots as their muscular bodies merged time and time again. Finally, it was Kyle to crack first; his elongated ebony cock burst with heavy strands of white as he cried out into Merrick's maw. The clenching was too much for the bat and he hissed and let out a similar cry before letting loose a heavy load into the dragon's backside. Their bodies slapped together as the wetness became even slicker and now Kyle's body was humping against the wall, spreading seed along it like a paint brush until Merrick's energy finally slowed down and he longingly pulled himself from the well used hole.

"That... was... intense..." He panted between breaths before looking at his claws. "Don't think I've had a shift go by that easy in a while."

"An interesting ability you have there." Merrick admitted, pulling his cot up and lying down upon it, belly down. "And a very nice ass." He grinned.

Kyle blushed a bit. "I-I think I better go." He said.

"Sure thing, I can't wait to see what you do with Chord and his little gang tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked.

"Chord Landers, he's a Fangla." Merrick explained. "Didn't they tell you who you'd be watching out for?"

Kyle realized what Merrick was talking about; Fanglas were notorious beasts with the look and aggression of old Earth tigers. If he had a pack, especially a harem of sorts, they could end up fucking him seven ways from Sunday... but Kyle could see no downside to that. As his body began to revert itself to its natural form, Kyle stepped back into his already soiled uniform, ran his fingers along the sleepy bat's back and walked out of the cell. Things would get suspicious if he stayed out here all night, he yawned a bit, realizing he was finally starting to get tired and he pulled his zipper the rest of the way back up. Tomorrow might prove even more interesting.

"Lieutenant Rend." The human barked, making Kyle jerk from his half-awake stance in front of the captain's door. A gentle catch from Smith's hand kept him from falling all the way back. "Word has it you couldn't sleep last night and you took your first patrol, and let me make it clear that you will be awake for this one too. You can sleep again tonight. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." Kyle answered, fighting off a yawn. "Sorry, sir."

"Good. The quadrant has been put on yellow alert. A few radar signals today have the head offices worried about a possible prison break." He muffled under his breath. "Personally I don't think they could tell an asteroid from their heads up their asses. But that's my deal." He cleared his throat. "We're going to be taking shifts, two guards for every six hours. I don't want any of the prisoners out of your sight, I don't care if you've got to go hold their dicks in the bathroom. The female population is smaller and Miranda and Deitz have them under observation today."

"So you are wanting us to take the first shift I assume?"

"Second." The captain didn't even look at Smith when he asked the question. "I want you to finish the tour of the prison deck first. I'm sure Mr. Rend here didn't get a very good look at it last night."

"Yes, sir." Both of them stated at once, saluting their commanding officer before turning toward the door.

"And be sure to take your running shoes, we don't want you to take too long to tour it." He said on their way out.

The prisoner quarter's walkway connected in layers throughout the level, starting from the elevators, the men jogged along its entire length. Smith explained while they were moving that the entire circumference of the station was about two miles, but with critical stations on each end they would only have to worry about running about a mile and a half on each level. By the time they made their way down to the second level, both men were exhausted and as they approached the deck's common area, they'd come to a fast walk, then stopped just outside of where the prisoners were gathered.

"Huh..." Kyle panted, putting his hands on his knees and bending over a bit. "I didn't realize how big the station was." He wiped a bit of sweat off his brow and looked up at Smith who, other than being a little out of breath seemed to be doing fine. "I guess you did?"

Smith shrugged. "I've been around it a couple of times."

"Well, well." A voice came from behind Smith as a lean, but imposing looking feline stepped from the common area. Behind him were three others; two of them were Grovan, a muscular race of smooth red skinned powerhouses with six yellow eyes and three large fingers on each hand, and a much smaller Fangla with white fur and black stripes as opposed to the orange furred red striped leader. The leader was Chord Landers, dressed in a strapping blue denim vest that left nothing underneath and a pair of tattered dark colored trousers. The two Grovan males wore little more than loincloths themselves while the second Fangla was dressed more conservatively with a high collared long sleeved shirt that left very little visible of his fur. "I hear you're making quite the rounds, officer Rend." Chord said snidely, scratching his ear and making the two rings piercing them glint against the light.

"Chord here is one of our "privileged" prisoners." Smith explained.

"It's like they'd give that access away to anyone these days." Kyle shrugged. "And it's lieutenant." He clarified to the feline. "What can I do for you, Landers?"

Chord's tongue slid along his lips a moment as a digit pressed against his chin. "I was just kind of thinking since you're offering favors around you could do one for me. See, my boys and I like a good show, and since you were willing to put one on for Nax, and Merrick, Rollin and Varen, I wonder if you could do us a similar favor."

"Oh?" Kyle raised an eyebrow. "And what do I get out of this deal?"

Chord leaned in close and spoke somewhat provocatively. "One of the best fuck sessions of your life." He said before leaning back. "You interested?"

"And what kind of show is he going to put on for you?" Smith asked, crossing his arms.

"Just a private dance for me and my boys here." Chord explained. "And if we like what we see, Smith, we might even let you get a shot at him."

"I've already had a "shot" at him." Smith answered with a blast of air through his nose. "If he wants to, it's fine, but you guys know the rules."

"It'll be okay." Kyle said. "Still got a couple hours until our shift, I think I could take these boys on."

Smith glared at Chord and then nodded a bit at Kyle. "I'll cover for you, Kyle. But make it a quick one so we don't get caught here." He stared pointedly at Chord. "And you better not fucking harm him, or you'll be in solitary so fast--"

"Hey, hey, relax, chief." Chord snickered and patted the beast on the shoulder. "I'll try not to wear him out for ya."

With that, the tiger-like alien hooked a finger into the collar of Kyle's suit and practically dragged him off the main floor and into a small maintenance doorway. Following behind him and one of the Grovan, while the other of each race stalked up the corridor behind him, he knew he didn't really have much of a choice.

"Alright." Chord said as they came out into an open area that had obviously been decorated like someone's bedroom. "So, I want to see if you've got the moves to get us going. You don't really have to try too hard, I think I saw Doodle there humping a brick the other day." He gestured to the larger of the Grovan who blushed at the indication as the tiger turned on a fairly large boom box that the smaller one had. "Oh, and let me introduce you. I'm Chord, that's Beacon." He pointed to the smaller Fangla. "The dimwit over there is Doodle, and his smaller companion is Rover." He said pointing to the slimmer Grovan who cocked his head like a dog. He turned on the box and a soft, but very thoroughly building beat filled the room. "Now I want you to cut loose, Lieutenant." He said. "Just let us feel it. And you'll be good to go."

He hadn't even finished his instructions, but Kyle was already going at it. He shifted his rump back and forth as he turned into the beat. He let his feet tap against the floor with every thump as he made a slow turn in front of the other men who were already seating themselves to a good show. As the beat turned up to a hotter tempo, Kyle felt his hips shift and sway wider and bend down, sliding his hands down his smooth uniform to grope at his own ass as he did so. He bent down and glanced at his audience between his legs. One at a time he moved over to each member of the audience and gave them an up close view of his goods as he then practically poured himself into their laps. He started with Doodle, whose legs were so thick that Kyle could hardly fit into his lap. Instead he turned and leaned his ass against the male's thighs and seated himself back-to-front facing. He could feel the male's bulge already gaining in size and rubbing against his crotch. As Doodle's hands started to encroach though, Kyle teasingly got up and slapped the fingers away from him as he moved on. Beacon's lap was smaller and Kyle's legs easily fit around his lap as he sat bulge to bulge with the willing Beacon's body. Beacon's claws rested rather shyly against the small of the human's back. His lips almost moved in on Kyle's own lips but Kyle had quickly decided to move on. Rover looked a little less intimidated, but somehow seemed a lot more enjoying of the situation as Kyle danced in front of him. The human slowly let his body lower to the other Grovan's level and he ran his tongue over Rover's lips who tried to lick right back at it. Then finally, he came back to Chord who was standing and leaning against the wall. His prominent bulge was quite apparent as Kyle pressed his crotch against Chord's own. The feline let out a soft sigh as their cocks pressed together through the fabric, a grin crossed his muzzle.

"Hmm you've probably convinced me." He said as his finger slipped along the length of the zipper before grabbing the top hook and dragging it downward. "Let's see if we can't get a few quarts out of you, hmm?" He grinned and pulled the human into a kiss.

Immediately, Kyle felt hands grabbing at his ass and another pair grabbing the shoulders of his jump suit and pulling his arms bare as the zipper was dragged down to his waist line. Kyle whimpered a bit and felt the muscular arms drag against his body. He was turned around abruptly by Chord and his body was pulled back against the lean muscle from the tiger as he noticed that Beacon was already pulling his shirt up over his head, revealing a rather flat washboard stomach under the white colored fur. He unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, revealing a prominent erection, the meat was already wet from precum, but as the tiger removed his pants he turned around and pressed his fuzzy rump against Kyle's firm cock. The warm flesh feeling a long stroke of warm fur tickling his glans.

"Nnngh... gods..." He whispered as he felt a trickle of precum drain down between the ass cheeks of the feline wanting pleasure so badly. There was a forceful push and a grind of the other tiger's cock against Kyle's ass.

A warm tongue lapped at Kyle's balls and he looked down to see Rover had partly climbed underneath him and laid between the spread feet of Chord's frame. As his body arched up into the human's butt, Kyle could tell he was trying for a double penetration. Kyle partly seated himself on the needy tip while trying to drag Chord's down into his as well. As he leaned forward his body pressed against the hole presented to him and Kyle moaned at the potential. Doodle had stepped in front of Beacon's muzzle and the feline was already starting to wrap his lips around the cock that belonged to the larger Grovan. The penetration of Chord and Rover's cocks was somewhat unexpected. Kyle gripped the backside pressing against his cock as the other two penetrated him and he let out a loud cry just as he was forced to let his cock fall into the human. Kyle grunted loudly and resisted the urge to become his dragon form, he didn't want everyone knowing about his second form, he simply bit his lip and rocked into Beacon's ass as he was pushed forward by the penetrating pair of cocks pressing against and into his rump. "Oh ffffuck..." He whispered aloud as the two members pulled back within him, then pushed in again, shoving his body even deeper into that welcoming and warm backside. Beacon cried out again and felt the swelling of Kyle's cock inside of him, Kyle's hole began to expand as his body grew denser, the feeling of scales rushing over his body made him growl ferally, but the change didn't seem to stop neither Chord or Rover underneath from fucking him. Rover hungrily was busy sucking on the dripping cock running along his neck as Beacon began to drip copious amounts of cum down his neck and torso, and instead the Grovan let the flesh slide through his lips and he began to suck hard on it, wrapping his free hand around the base of the Fangla's shaft and using it as a bit of a lever to hoist himself up and help the other mount his pray.

"AHHH!" The slapping of the cocks in Kyle's ass filled the room as Chord grabbed the nape of his neck, only to find that it had grown in thickness and in length as his dragon form had fully taken hold. "Fuck... wicked surprises officer." He panted loudly. "This whole shifting's getting me cl-close!" He panted as his fingers wrapped around the top of the dragon's scalp. The thrust of Kyle's tail jutting out nearly pushed him away only served as the surpise he needed "AHHH! GYAHH!" He cried out, suddenly firing a heavy load into the male's hole. His cock slipped out, and the draining of his fluids down Kyle's body, pouring over Rover's cock made him suddenly cum too as he received a healthy dose of seed from Beacon all at once.

Doodle was the next to cum, as his breath turned to loud slurping inhales and exhales he pulled his shaft from Beacon's mouth and fired round after round over his face, making it a sloppy, slobbery mess of cum that drooled down the feline's face. "Ffff!" He managed to emit as he came, not even strong enough for the entire word.

Finally, Kyle leaned forward and bit down on Beacon's neck hard, cumming deep into the Fangla's ass. He could feel it flood and backfire, making his balls soak in his seed as the smaller beast writhed and wriggled under the now large, toned drake on top of him.

Still catching his breath, Kyle was panting as he spoke. "Well, if that's how you get to know prisoners these days, then I'll have to do it more often." He chuckled almost nervously. Suddenly, the entire room shook, and the pile of naked bodies collapsed to the floor in the shaking. "What the fuck?!" He got up and helped both Chord and Rover to their feet as the others got up.

An alarm sounded, and there was another jarring shake that made the dragon catch himself from falling again. "It's an attack!" Chord exclaimed.

"Someone trying to break us out, big brother?" Beacon asked.

"Don't be stupid. Obviously they're not trying to spare anyone." He looked at Kyle. "You're going to help us out, right?"

The group ran from the room, and Smith had to make a double take to recognize Kyle. "Rend, what the--?"

"Not enough time." Kyle cut him off. "What's going on?"

"The command is trying to find that out. They ordered us to stay put and keep guard of the--" He was cut off again, but this time a massive explosion below them filled the room in a flash of white light as it was momentarily pulled by the vacuum of space. Rover was the only one nearby who didn't have anything to grab and in that instant he and a few others that Kyle hadn't met officially yet were gone into the void that was once the lower decks. The entire womens' holding cell was gone like that. "Fuck! Shield's in place, but we don't know for how long."

"We need to get to the escape pods!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Us too, right?" Doodle asked.

"Yes. As many as we can save."

"You don't really want to take them along, do you?" Smith asked. "They're criminals."

"And they're more experienced than a lot of rookies I know. We need all the help we can get, Smith. Come on!" He shouted as they made their way along the rounded corridor to the elevator.

"Commander, we're making our way to the escape pods!" Smith called into his communicator. "We have to evacuate!"

There was another shaking and the feeling of being thrown cockeyed into a wall made it apparent that the station had suddenly lost control. Varen was at the controls typing in numbers. "We've lost attitude control!" He shouted. "The bridge life systems are offline, everyone in the upper decks is likely to be dead. Smith, let me into the navigation circuits, I can try to slow our descent."

"Why should I?" Smith asked.

"Because if you don't, in two minutes we'll be like Flagrak on the surface!"

"What's Flagrak?" He asked Kyle.

"It's like... a description of a squashed bug! Give him the controls!"

"Computer, navigational and attitude control to this station." He commanded and swiped his card.

Varen was working like a fiend, typing in codes faster than Kyle could even keep up. There was a rattling of rafters up above his head and Kyle looked up to see part of the upper deck give way and come crashing in. He winced and waited for the impact, but Merrick swooped in and used his massive form to deflect it.

"Anytime would be good, bug." Merrick said.

"That did it! We've bought ourselves a good five minutes."

"Five minutes? We'll never get there on time!" Smith exclaimed.

"Nax is on it." Merrick said. "Soon as the first wave hit he made a break for the compartments, but this place is going fast so we better move."

From there, the group ran the long corridor to the emergency release hatch, debris and explosions rocked the entire inner hull as wave after wave of these unseen assailants attacked the station. "They must have it in for you guys." Kyle exclaimed as they reached a long stretch of corridor.

"No, this was targeted, I think they were after the commander." Smith admitted.

"How do you know?"

"Trust me. He doesn't make very nice enemies."

"Mister Rend! Mister Rend!" Kyle turned to see Rollin running along behind them, illuminations of explosions following close at his heels.

"Rollin! Hurry up!" Kyle shouted.

"I ca-can't make it!" His voice was raspy as he ran out of breath. "Goodby--" His last word was cut off as a massive explosion vaporized him instantly.

"Fuck!" Kyle whipped around and ran to follow the others.

Nax was pounding at the hatch as he activated the door mechanism. Doodle, Smith, Kyle, Merrick, then Varen followed by Beacon ran into the shuttle and started to strap themselves in.

"I can't get the docking clamps to unlatch!" Nax exclaimed. "I need someone to help me."

Despite a look of anger from his brother, Beacon was the first to unstrap and join Nax as they pounded at the hull to release the clamp. "It's no good." He said. "It needs a blast to free it." His hand grazed against his pocket where he felt a couple of small pellets that would definitely do the trick. "Get in. I'll set the charge." He said as he ushered Nax into the room. Nax clambered into the empty seat beside Smith and the pair exchanged a scathing glance as he strapped in.

A loud beep emitted just as Beacon set his pellets and the door snapped shut suddenly. "No!" Chord got to his feet and slammed his hands against the hatch where he could see Beacon struggling to override the door lock. "Beacon! Get in here!"

"It-it's jammed." Beacon winced as explosions went off behind him and he frowned through the window. "I need to send you guys off!"

"Not without me! Nax! Open this fucking door!" He roared at the Quatrinan.

"I can't! The override is set!" He shouted back.

"No no no no..." He pounded desperately at the door. "He's all the family I have! I need to be out there with him!"

"Sorry, bro. Not this time." Beacon's face visibly winced as the explosives went off, completely shrouding him in a blanket of fiery light before Chord fell to the floor and the pod suddenly shot into hyper space as it left the remnants of their prison behind.

Weeks had passed as the seven passengers faded in and out of hypersleep. Their destination was one that Varen had picked out and soon came to fruition as they circled a seemingly abandoned moon, only to find a ship waiting for them on the other side.

"Twelve decks." Varen explained. "Capable to hyper speed seven. We can each get to our home worlds in a matter of weeks, or..." He paused and looked at the two former guards who sat amongst them. "We could get into an interesting line of work."

"We can't let you get away with space piracy." Smith said.

"Nothing about piracy, I was thinking... a bartering business. Transporting goods for profit, nothing more. Nothing explicitly illegal unless they inform us of such."

"We're dead to our worlds anyway." Merrick surmised. "It would make sense for us to stay out of the spotlight for a while."

"Besides. If you two go back to the galactic police they'll likely suspect you of espionage and you'll be imprisoned for years, if not the rest of your lives while you try to prove it."

"I could use the opportunity to learn the engineering on a piece of equipment like that." Nax nodded. "It's probably desolate, dilapidated, perfect for a guy like me to fix it up."

"And I do have an... expertise in physiology of many species, I could work out of the medical bay when needed." Merrick agreed.

"No one can work navigation like me, and I think Doodle would make a fine bit of muscle for the team."

"And what about you, Chord? Do you have any skills that would be useful for such a... misfit crew?" Kyle asked.

Chord smirked. "Just ask your wingman there."

"He's... a notorious space pirate, his piloting skills are second to none."

"I believe I've left your ass out in the breeze a few times there, haven't I, Smith?"

Smith sneered. "Yes." He agreed.

"So then. No where to turn to, no loyalties to anyone but ourselves anymore." Kyle said. "So, we go Rogue. We strip the identifier off this ship... and Varen will have to explain to me how he got such a craft... and we'll go into business for ourselves. But who'd be the captain of such a wild crew?"

"Considering as you've gotten us all naked within two days of meeting you, I'd suggest you." Smith said.

"Agreed." Both Nax and Merrick answered at once.

"Then it's settled."

"What about those guys who tried to kill us?" Doodle asked. "I mean... shouldn't we go looking for them?"

Kyle pursed his lips a moment and nodded a bit. "Perhaps. If they come looking for us, I'd like to get the sons of bitches that killed our friends and crew, and give them a little something not-so-pleasant up their collective asses."

"But for now, let's lay low and survive." Smith added.

"Hmmm, and what do we call this ship of ours... "captain"?" Varen asked.

"I think in your language it would be called "Vrookat" but in ours, we'll just call it..."

"Freedom." Smith realized the meaning of the phrase just before Kyle spoke it, and the group agreed.

"Then let's get on board, find our stations, and see what's out there."

THE END