{"sf1_id":831577,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Chapter 7","author":"rhenthar","words":649,"posted_at":"2015-03-17T05:49:00.000Z","tags":["Abduction","Bondage","Breathplay","Canine","Chastity","Collar","Drugs","Forced","Husky","Knot","M/F","M/M","Mind Control","Non-Anthro","Ownership","Sci-Fi","Sex","Transformation","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/831577-chapter-7","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/831577","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=831577\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Lost In The Mist © 2015 Sinclair Diavante\n\nChapter 7.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"How's it going, Nod?\" He had his overpowered space heater apart, and glanced up at me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Better if my thruster was workin'. You?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Better if I didn't find bullet holes in The Jefferson. A whole lot of them.\" I crossed my arms and glared. He only smiled at me.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Haaa! Really? That little thermawidget told me it was beam damage only. Can you get to it all?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"I don't know,\" I responded, annoyed. \"They go deep, the edges are all curled sharp, so I know it's high velocity. Probably went pretty far in, didn't go straight through, so at some point...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Nod, well, nodded. \"They bounced. Then prolly tore through somethin' else that was softer.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Mmmhmm,\" I said, staring.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Mmmhmm,\" he said, staring back. He got to his feet and walked a little ways away, reaching under a workbench to pick up a bucket of something. \u0026nbsp;I could tell it was pretty heavy, by the way it moved around. He carefully set it down next to me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Got somethin' fer that.\" I stared down at the quicksilver liquid sloshing around inside. \"Nanos. They's unowned, have ta' initiate 'em. But yer good with 'puters, still got that Solve-All, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"I used to have a Solve-All, Nod.\" He looked at me curiously. \"You know that AI core you gave me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Yup,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Never mind,\" I said, shaking my head. \"I'll tell you about it later, one thing at a time. Nano's? I'll take em. How much?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Free. They's hazmat, in that shape. Don't piss 'em off!\" He laughed deeply.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I carried them away, thinking all the while... don't piss them off, Keman. Just what pisses off a nanobot? And what happens if you do?\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I got back to my ship and was about to go inside, when I noticed one of the aft cameras swivel towards me, tracking my movement. There's no reason it should ever do that, unless someone told it to.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I don't know why I didn't set the bucket down, but I ran inside with it as fast as I could, thinking someone was fucking with my ship. I barreled up the ramp, into the cargo-bay-turned-workshop, and I misjudged the weight of the heavy mass sloshing around. Some spilled over the side, and I leapt out of the way, so none splashed onto my feet. I needed to get away from it, like right now, so I ditched the bucket entirely. It fell onto its side with a hollow thunk, and washed the floor with mirrored nanobots. I held my breath and righted the bucket quietly, staring at the puddle. Don't piss them off.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Nothing happened.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I remembered the original problem, and ran to one of the diag panels nearby and performed a scan for life aboard my ship. There was one: me. I brought up all the external camera scan routines, and saw that none were active. I glanced around, wondering if I was losing my mind. That camera moved!\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I walked back to stare at the glossy mess on the floor. This was probably not something to try cleaning up with a mop. The bacteria living in the mop's fibers might constitute a biological attack, and they could try to defend themselves, somehow. Maybe eat the mop, the handle, and the Rhenthar holding the handle. That would be bad.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Oh boy.\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/828645-chapter-6.json"}