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_This is part seven of an ongoing story, and I recommend reading the other parts first. _

_If you're just looking for some human x furry porn, you can skip straight to the smut by searching for the word "sauntering" _

For the stuff with a bug, search for the word "fright"

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I was in danger. Bug-like things had come to the station, and had taken people for god knows what reason. Images flashed through my unconscious mind, pictures of humans being hunted down and captured. But someone was with me, someone with fur and a tail, not quite husky and not quite human. The name Lucy rung through my mind, and with that came back other memories. All the time we had been together ran through my head, a full month of happiness. Then the memories circled back to the bugs, coming out of somewhere. Lucy and I were together, almost escaped, almost made it out. We killed one, I think, crushed its head with a frying pan. Go for the head. Then came the prick in my neck, then Lucy falling and then...darkness.

This is the one?

I was pulled halfway back to consciousness by a whisper, the slightest hint of a voice on the edge of my mind.

Yes. This is it.

Only they weren't voices, they were...thoughts. Ideas. Someone else's, somehow transplanted into my mind. My brain was still muddled by whatever I'd been poisoned with, and I couldn't even muster the strength to open my eyes.

Huh, doesn't look that big. Seems kinda soft, too. You sure this is what killed one of ours? I suddenly somehow realized that the it was Lucy, her characteristics carried by these strange ideas that were voices too.

Yep, bashed his head in. Another idea went through my mind, this one an image. It was one of the bug things, dead for a while, its head crushed to a pulp by some unknown force.

Why are we transporting it, then? Fear and uncertainty crept in, fear that he would end up like the dead bug.

High-ups think it might be useful. Plus, we got its mate. I realized I was being referred to, and part of me instinctively agreed that the last statement was true.

Well, that might keep it docile. I'm still not touching it, though.

Relax, you're a builder. No one but the soldiers and seekers will have to deal with any of these ones.

I then felt the voice-ideas fade, and with their influence gone I finally drifted back into unconsciousness.

You sure you won't get caught? Another voice half woke me, but this was different from the two I heard previously. It was somehow...feminine. It also seemed scared, but not in a mortal danger kind of way.

A different voice spoke in my mind, this one more confident, more sure of itself. More...lusty. Relax, I've done this plenty of times. You just keep a lookout and make sure no one comes in.

This time I was significantly stronger, no longer completely paralyzed. I could feel my limbs, bare and exposed to the open air. I sensed that I was lying down on a slanted surface, tilted about 45 degrees. Something sticky was wrapped around my wrists, thighs, mouth, and stomach, holding me up off the ground. With confidence that my body was my own to command, I forced open my eyes to find compound orbs staring back at me.

One of the bugs was standing in front of me, its mandibles twitching inches from my face. Half of its spindly legs were perched on the table I was laying on, making it seem that the thing was almost straddling me. I couldn't look down because of the webbing on my face, but I could feel something slimy squirming around near my waist. The bug was making audible clicking noises as its jaws clacked together in front of me, the sound like something out of a nightmare.

I was paralyzed with fright, not daring to make a move lest this thing chomp down on my face. Some part of me must have thought that staying still would save my life, and I believed it right up until the thing touched me. A slimy thing, almost like a tentacle, bumped into my upper thigh, rubbing upward like it was looking for something. I tried to recoil in horror, but the webbing managed to keep my wild thrashing to a minimum. I tried screaming, but my voice was muffled by the gag on my face. I was completely helpless, overwhelmed with horror until I smelled something like lavender.

The smell somehow calmed me down, quenching the horror with feelings of relaxation. I ceased struggling, and was almost completely relaxed when another smell reached my nostrils. My brain tried to pair it with something, and after a few seconds I realized it smelled like Lucy's vaginal juices. Memories of lust flooded my mind, concentrating into the feeling of her fur against my skin as I closed my eyes. Suddenly I was back in our suite on Orion Station with her straddling my legs once again. I couldn't help but feel aroused with her nude form sitting before me, and also couldn't help but begin to get hard as well. When I felt something wet touch my cock, the tremors of unrest went mostly unnoticed by my daydreaming mind. When it reached the head of my cock and slid down it, I didn't think anything was wrong. Sure, once I was inside it felt colder than Lucy and it felt like there was viscous slime inside, but my brain was in no position to protest. The slimy insides began contracting and pulsing around me with quickening rhythm, in addition to moving up and down on my cock.

Suddenly two clawed appendages pressed into my flesh, seeming to be more for support than anything else. They were hard and chitinous, and their rough texture almost snapped me out of the fantasy. I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with the bug once more, but this time I had enough strength to twist my head downward. What I saw shocked me: my penis was completely enveloped in some kind of tentacle. It was extending out from a slit in the bug's abdomen, and was squelching around my cock with gusto. The urge to kick and writhe was tamed somewhat by the sensations the tentacle was giving me, as the feeling of slimy friction and pulsating muscles was bringing me close to orgasm. As I got close I got a hint of a whisper in my mind, only instead of words it carried feelings of lust and pleasure. It felt like something was filling me up in a way that was pleasurable beyond description, and the idea of milking a foreign creature was somehow exiting. With a start I realized that those feelings and ideas were coming from the bug on top of me, somehow broadcast into my own mind. The feelings amplified my ascent to orgasm, and I swore something else was building up as well. I looked into the eyes of the bug once more, and to my surprise I saw lust within their compound depths. Disgust competed with pleasure as I got closer to orgasm, with one part of me thinking this was the most vile experience in my entire life. The rest of me was simply focused on the upcoming ecstasy, aided by the feelings I was somehow getting from the bug.

All of a sudden I felt my seed rising from my balls, and I came inside the bug's tentacle despite my discomfort. The thing kept squeezing and pulsating, driving out more and more of my cum. It continued to milk me long after I normally would have stopped, driving me up the wall and taking every last drop of the hot sticky fluid from me. The bug seemed to react to my pleasure, tensing and shifting with me in the throes of my orgasm, almost as if we were feeling the same sensations. I could swear it was enjoying this as much as I was, but without the inherent disgust of being fucked by a monster.

At last it pulled off of me, its tentacle retracting back into the slit on its abdomen. I was pretty drained from the encounter, so even if my hands weren't bound I wouldn't have been able to stop the bug from sinking its fangs into my neck. As its poison took hold and my thrashings against the webbing slowed, I thought I heard one last whisper in the back of my mind: I'll have to save you for later.

The next time I woke up fully was in a normal bed. I sat up and looked around to find surroundings similar to my suite back at Orion Station. I was lying in a queen-sized bed on top of neatly folded covers, looking up at a plain white ceiling. There was a nightstand and lamp on either side of the bed, and in front of me was an empty closet. The place looked practically new, and I could just make out the faint scent of lavender hanging in the air.

I sat up, pondering the events that I thought had occurred. Was it a dream? Maybe it was...maybe I would find Lucy in the next room watching TV. I could hear it playing in the next room over, so just maybe that was the case. As I moved myself off the bed, I began wondering what day it was. I thought it had maybe been a day since I had the appointment, but that might have been a dream. After all, I had been assaulted by giant bugs minutes afterward, so maybe it wasn't as real as it had seemed at the time.

All these thoughts of dreams came to a halt when I saw who was on the couch. It wasn't Lucy, nor was it anyone I had ever seen in my life. It looked to be some kind of anthropomorphic cat, and when it looked toward me I could see green eyes and grey fur.

“Well, you're finally up." It was obvious from the voice that the cat was a he, and that he wasn't overly amused by my presence.

“Who are you?" I rubbed my head as I inspected the room, again finding it to be a dead ringer for the suite I'd stayed in before.

“I'm Jake. I guess I'm your new roommate in this hellhole. And you are..?"

“Uh, I'm Sam." I thought for a moment about what he had just said. “What do you mean, hellhole? Where are we?"

Jake got up from the couch, wandering over to the kitchen. “Near as I can tell, we're on one of their ships or something." When I still looked confused, he turned fully toward me. “You remember the whole alien invasion thing, right? Seven-foot tall bugs, people getting taken, whole station getting captured or killed? The whole thing where they keep us around for “observations"?"

None of what he said made any sense. “I...had these weird dreams, but-"

“They weren't dreams. That's one of the side effects of the knockout drug they use, it screws with your memory." He leaned over and grabbed a can of something from a cabinet. “Don't know how long it took me to figure that bit out. Figures."

“So I actually...actually...oh god."

“You actually what?"

“One of them...well...for lack of a better term it...raped me."

He looked at me with a pitying expression. “That's fucked up, man."

Suddenly I remembered something beyond my own woes. “Oh, Lucy, I don't know if she's alive, or…"

Jake walked over and put one paw on my shoulder. “I don't think they're killing anyone, not yet anyway. Once we get out of here we can find her, then kill every last fucking bug on this ship."

I shrugged off his paw. “Wait, you have a plan to get out? How?"

“Well, it's...more of a half plan, actually. I've figured out how to get past the door and get out of this room, but if I do it while they're watching they just re-lock it and flood the place with knockout gas." Suddenly I heard a series of whispers in the back of my mind, muttered by something close at hand. I knew they were discussing us, thinking about us like rats in a cage.

So no activity so far?

Nope, it's been unconscious for- hang on, looks like it's awake. It's communicating with the other one, standard sound-based method. Doesn't seem to be any aggression between them.

Any signs of mating rituals?

No, not so far. Maybe if we apply pheromones…

Sure, pump them in. Let's see what they do.

Jake had noticed my staring off into space, and shook me back to reality. “What are you doing?"

I held up one finger. “You can't hear that?"

“Hear what?"

“Voices. In my head."

“Oh, great, I'm trapped in here with a schizophrenic." When I still seemed intent on listening, his disbelief lessened a bit. “So, what are the voices saying?"

“Something about pheromones. They're watching us."

His eyes widened with shock. “Pheromones? I fucking knew it. Okay, whatever happens, try to maintain focus. Odds are they're using that shit to try and control us, so…." His voice seemed to grow distant as a haze of lust came over me. I needed to fuck. I needed something to stick my dick in, something to dominate, something to take over. I looked to Jake, and now he somehow seemed incredibly attractive. I'd never really been into guys, but something about him was pushing all the right buttons. The only problem was he just wouldn't stop talking. All of a sudden he seemed to get just as dreamy as I was, but before he could act on it he bit down into his arm hard enough to draw blood. He needed comforting, and I was going to give it to him.

“Sam? You listening? Are you still-" Before he could continue I pulled him into a kiss, meeting his lips with my own as his eyes went wide with shock. My hands instinctively went to his pants, and his feeble attempts to hold me back did nothing to slow me. My probing hand wrapped itself around his sheath, feeling his cock begin to extend. I had just took the studded head in my hand when I suddenly felt a horrid stinging pain in my back.

“Augh! What the hell?" I pulled back to see Jake's claws slick with blood, my blood.

“As I was saying, the only way I've found to beat back the urges is pain. It helps you focus, makes you think clearly." With the fog cleared, I could hear the whispers in the back of my mind pick up again. I brought them to the front, concentrating to turn ideas and thoughts into words.

No, looks like it's the same as last time.

Maybe it's the grey one that's causing it. The only times this has happened was with it in the room.

Regardless of whether or not that's true, we don't want them killing each other. Clear out the pheromones, and make a note not to dose the grey one with that type again.

Got it.

The whispers turned to menial tasks, referring to calibrations and measurements. I looked over to see Jake wandering to the bathroom, coming back out again a few minutes later with a white bandage on his bite wound. He sat back down on the couch, and without anything better to do I joined him. The urge to breed was no longer there, but the claw marks Jake had given me still stung like a bitch.

After awhile the whispers were gone entirely, almost as if the thig muttering them had left.

“I think they're gone."

“What?"

“They're gone, we're not being watched anymore."

“Really? You sure?"

“Positive."

“Alright, great. Let's get to work." He strode over to the door control panel and pulled the front of it off, exposing the wires beneath. With deft paws he re-wired the panel, then pushed it back into place. He motioned me over to the door while pressing one ear to it, and I quietly crept to his side. “Coast is clear, let's get moving."

The door slid open to reveal a hall of alien design, with seemingly ribbed walls and a web-cushioned walkway. There were several doors to what looked like other suites, separated by more organic-looking apertures that likely led to the observation areas. As we passed each suite door, I noticed that each had a set of screens beside it that showed whatever the occupant was doing. Some were sleeping, while others were pacing back and forth. One pair of occupants were screwing like there was no tomorrow, either under the influence of pheromones or having end of the world sex.

We were making good progress, but suddenly something caught my eye. I snuck over to one of the screens by a suite door, seeing a familiar shape lying on the couch. Lucy lay there, butt naked and spread eagled on the couch. She was showing off both breasts and crotch, seemingly uncaring as to who was watching. Without thinking, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. She got up as I entered, sauntering over to where I stood. I half heard Jake mutter something along the lines of “No, god damnit!" before the door hissed shut behind me.

I felt that same fog of lust descend over my mind, futilely fought by some rational corner of my being. As Lucy got within arms length I noticed she was only half there, her mind muddled by the same feelings that gripped me. Before I could even touch her she had her paws on the front of my pants, fussing with the zipper while simultaneously groping me through the fabric.

All of a sudden my rational mind forced its way to the front. I realized I was now trapped, stuck at the whims of these infernal creatures. I was likely being watched as well, a lab rat in some sick experiment that toyed with our minds. I tried to push Lucy back, but she wouldn't so much as budge. I was about to try smacking her over the head when the pheromones took hold for good.

Once she had my pants around my ankles, she stood up and began rubbing against me. Her advances seemed to be centered around my crotch, and I couldn't help but grow hard at the touch of her paw. Once I was fully erect, she rushed over to the counter and bent over, lifting her tail in the air in order to give me a clear view of the goods. Her pussy was soaking wet and inflamed, likely from whatever drug was making her so amorous. She looked back over her shoulder at me, uttering a small whine as her tail wagged back and forth. I tried to resist the urge, to just pull up my pants and figure out an escape plan, but the bestial lust was too much to suppress. Almost without thinking I walked to Lucy, taking her by the hips and getting myself in position. I knew we were being watched, I knew they could potentially kill us, I knew that I needed to get out, but I simply couldn't control myself. I needed to mate, to breed, to shoot my seed into something warm. Lucy was bent over like a bitch in heat, yearning to be dominated and fucked. There was no romance in the way I forced myself into her, nothing but blind passion as I began humping against her. She was pulsating around me, urging me to go harder and faster. She moaned between panting breaths, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as I slammed into her.

Without thinking I put one hand on the back of her neck, driving her front down into the cold plastic of the counter. She was still loving it, though, and despite my rough demeanor she was moaning with delight. The blissful feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was intense, driving me closer to the brink of orgasm. Suddenly I pulled her backwards onto my cock, spurting cum as deep within her as I could. She took it all, her squeezing and contracting milking me dry. Once I was finished cumming, I pulled out to find myself somehow still rock hard.

There was a moment of clarity then, as my rational mind got the upper hand against the urges. I had almost regained control of myself when Lucy whirled on me, obviously upset that she wasn't satisfied. With one hard shove she sent me sprawling to the ground, and as I tried to get back to my feet she pushed me down and straddled my hips. I wasn't sure if it was the pheromones or what, but for some reason I was ready to go mere seconds after my first orgasm. She quickly maneuvered herself on top of me, gasping slightly as she guided me inside her pussy with one paw. She was even warmer thanks to my cum, and the mixture of bodily fluids leaked out onto the floor as she began to hump against me.

She was wild like an animal, keeping me down with her upper body while her hips went to town on my crotch. She was bobbing up and down at breakneck speed, her pussy squelching around me as it clenched and squeezed. I felt lust begin to muddle my mind once more, and in my ecstasy I grabbed her hips and helped her along. I touched one finger to her clit, causing her to arch backward and let out a squeal. I felt her coming close, tensing up as she prepared for the long burst of pleasure that her orgasm would provide. She leaned in close over me, hips still moving, and with the last of her strength she took me to the hilt. My cock seemed almost numb compared to when we first began, and her wondrous contractions didn't do nearly as much to get me off. As she lay on top of me spasming, I hugged her torso tight to me and rolled her over, then put her legs on my shoulders as I began humping away once more. Despite my numbness I could still feel the blissful friction along my cock, the wondrous feeling of breeding a bitch in heat. It took quite a bit for me to get to the brink again, and by the time I was there Lucy was almost incapacitated with pleasure. I wasn't sure what it was that was making her so sensitive, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining. I could feel pressure building up in my groin again, and a similar pressure was rising in Lucy as well.

I gave one final thrust before shooting my seed into her again, filling her up and causing more juices to leak out. She was cumming as well, clamping down with her legs and trying to pull me even deeper. Her pussy was seizing up around my cock, and I could tell she had almost no control over her twitching limbs. I eventually stopped cumming, but Lucy was still going strong. I relaxed against her chest, letting her ride out her shivering orgasm with my member still inside her. She passed out immediately afterward from the rigors of cumming, and soon after my own mind went blank with exhaustion.

I woke up still on the ground, with Lucy lying on top of me. As I shifted to the side I felt my cock slide out of her, dripping with both cum and vaginal fluids. My moving around woke her up, gradually bringing her back to the waking world.

“Mmmm...what's this…" Her face suddenly lit up as she recognized me. “Oh my god, Sam! How did you get here? I thought…" She gradually trailed off as her gaze shifted to her crotch. “Wait, did we…"

“Yup."

She pushed herself off me, getting to her feet and standing up. “I hate to say it, but...why? I mean an alien prison isn't really a great place for a hookup."

I stood up as well, and wandered over to the roll of paper towels. “I think they put something in the air, pheromones or something. Makes you super horny, keeps you from thinking straight."

“Wonderful." She looked around, eyes scanning for escape routes and hazards. “So how did you get in here, anyway? Did the bugs move you here?"

“No, I “escaped" for all of two minutes before seeing you and breaking in. Might've been some after effects of the stuff they used on us." I finished wiping most of the fluids away, then pulled up my pants from around my ankles.

“And how'd you escape? Could you do it again?" After wiping herself down as well, she wandered over to her own clothes, piled beside the couch.

“Well, no. There was another guy in the cell with me, Jake, he was the one who disabled the door." I suddenly realized that going in to see Lucy might have exposed him as well. “I'm not sure if he's still free, we split up after I came in here."

“Did you guys free anyone else?" I looked over at Lucy and saw her buttoning up her jacket.

“Crap. No, we should have thought of that. Damnit!"

Lucy paused for a moment. “Well, your friend could come back and release us, assuming he hasn't been captured or anything."

I was about to concur when whispers began sneaking into the back of my mind. The bugs were close, likely observing us somehow.

So, no word on the escapee?

No, haven't found him. Could be anywhere with it using the maintenance tunnels.

How about this one? It still docile?

Yeah, compound B126 worked wonders on it. First it spent an hour masturbating, then once its mate showed up they went at it like wild animals. Good thing we had the pheromones running when its mate came into the room, otherwise we would have three loose subjects running around.

Yeah, sure was good luck. How are the two of them doing now?

They seem tense, but it's unlikely they'll do any harm. We reviewed the footage of the escape, and apparently the loose one was the one who masterminded the whole thing. This one just followed along.

Good. We don't want-

My concentration was broken by Lucy shaking me by the shoulder. “Sam? Sam? You awake?" She looked quite concerned, and I realized she might have thought I was drugged.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just listening."

Her worry became mixed with confusion. “Listening? To what?"

Suddenly the ridiculousness of what I was doing hit me. “I, ah...I hear these...whispers. In my head."

“You're joking, right?"

“I know how ridiculous this sounds, but just hear me out. I think the whispers are from the bugs, like psychic messages. I don't know how it works, all I know is that I can hear them."

She crossed her arms over her chest, giving me a disapproving stare in the process. “And how exactly do you know it's the bugs talking?"

“Well, it sounds like its them based on what they're talking about. Plus I get...feelings from them too. It just feels like its coming from a bug."

“Uh huh. And what exactly are they saying now?"

I focused in, trying to push aside my own thoughts and get to the back of my mind.

-all react mostly the same, but the furred ones seem to be a tad more impulsive. Physiologically speaking, they're also quite a bit stronger and faster. We've already alerted the soldiers to take extra care while handling them.

Good, don't need anyone else dying. How long are the tests going to run for?

A few more days, then we'll put them back in stasis with the rest.

I shifted my focus back to the physical world to find Lucy staring expectantly. “They were talking about us and these tests they're running. Apparently most of the people they captured are in stasis or something, and we're set to join them in a few days."

“Okay, so if we want freedom we'll have to move fast. Anything else?"

“Apparently Jake is still free, he's using maintenance tunnels to move around. Maybe he could do something, if he stays out of their reach."

Lucy sat back into the couch, patting the cushion beside her. I walked over and sat down, then put one arm over her shoulders. “I think the most we can do for now is wait. Maybe Jake has a plan, maybe we can get out of this mess."

“Yeah, maybe…" The whispers faded, and I knew we were alone once again. Lucy snuggled up to my chest, and together we wondered what would become of us in the days to come.

Suddenly I heard a small hissing sound coming from the bathroom. Lucy heard it too, and we both turned to see what it was. We both slowly got up from the couch and crept over to the door, staying silent for fear of what might be on the other side. I took position by the control panel while Lucy snuck over to the other side, both of us ready to deal with whatever came through the door. When it slid open from the other side, Lucy tackled the intruder to the ground, her jaws immediately going for its throat.

“Ow, what the hell? Get off me, I'm not one of them!" I quickly realized that the intruder was in fact Jake, and I quickly pulled Lucy off of him before helping him to his feet.

Lucy looked pretty sheepish, offering one paw in greeting. “Sorry about that. I'm Lucy."

He took it before motioning down the maintenance shaft. “I'm Jake. Let's get the hell out of here."

We spent the next ten minutes creeping through the maintenance tunnels, eventually arriving at a large hatch in the wall. Jake knocked three times, then put his ear to the door. After a few seconds, the hatch swung open to reveal a familiar face.

“Well I'll be damned…" Standing in front of us was Alice, a six foot tall cougar with some serious muscles. She stepped out and pulled me into a hug, pushing my face into her chest. After a few moments I managed to pry her off of me, and she greeted Lucy as well. We all stepped into what kind of looked like a boiler room, with a few tanks and boxes lining the walls. There were a few supplies stashed about, including a few makeshift weapons.

We all got settled, and Jake closed the door behind us. We were safe, for now, and Jake moved to a crate in one corner of the room.

“So far, this has been our base of operations." He gestured to the rest of the room before putting his hands on his knees. “It's safe, the bugs don't come down here, and I've managed to snag a bit of food so we don't starve to death. Right now, I think our best bet is to try and get our hands on something akin to a keycard, so we can access more of the tunnels. Right now I can just get to a few cells and a single small supply room, but if we had a card we could free just about everyone. Once we did that, we'd probably have enough manpower to storm the bridge."

Lucy didn't seem convinced. “Do you even know where the bridge is?"

“No, but it should be easy to find. After looking around a bit more it seems like this ship is actually a small research vessel, maybe 20 crew members in all. There's at least that may prisoners, so if we kill some of the bugs via ambush it shouldn't be too much of a problem."

“And what do we do once we've taken the ship?"

Jake sighed. “I don't know. We might be able to pilot it, but even if we can't it's still better than being at the mercy of those bugs."

It wasn't a very good plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. We prepared ourselves for the task ahead, and hoped we had the strength and luck to pull it off.