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[center][b]Recruiting the Crew

By: Veronica Foxx

For: FlimFlamFun5[/b][/center]

As the kobold padded down the darkened halls, he realized that he was not nearly as lost as he should have been. A map of the facility seemed to have been implanted into his mind, making his steps sure and his route clear. It was quite helpful, allowing his mind time to ponder his new situation. Scrabble plucked at the black surface that covered his hands, wondering what its purpose was.

"So, does this stuff come off?" he inquired of the Tabaxi engineer.

"No," she responded, her voice dull and lifeless. Her mind had been drained of personality, from what she had told him, leaving only her knowledge.

"Um... so... what does it do?"

"It maintains body temperature, protects against the environment, disposes of bodily waste, can serve as an exo-suit for quick spacewalks, and provides positive and negative feedback."

"Oooooookay... So... What kind of feedback are we talkin' about here?"

"It will provide punishment for thoughts and actions that are opposed to the survival and ends of our master. It will provide positive reinforcement for thoughts and actions that further its ends and assist in its survival."

"Oh, so, like, if I wanted to tell the whole crew abou- GACK!"

The lemon-scaled kobold stumbled and fell to his knees, hands clutching his groin. The latex that had invaded his genital slit had suddenly swollen up to the size of a baseball, crushing his shaft and smashing his internal gonads against the bone of his pelvis.

"Alright, alright, I get it!" he gasped out, then fell onto his side to pant through the pain. "If... if I think good thoughts... like bringing Goresnout to be... processed or whatever...?"

The thing that had been shoved into his tailhole began vibrating gently and seemed to warm up slightly, pulsing against his prostate. At the same time, the latex that had surrounded his shaft began to massage and stroke at him, lightly rippling along his soft length.

"Ooooh, that's much nicer," he cooed, feeling the pain fading as welcome pleasure replaced it.

"The better you do, the more you do, the more and better positive reinforcement you receive," the Tabaxi advised.

The plug suited itself to her words, heating further so that it felt like a pleasantly warm shaft in his rear and vibrating harder. His shaft jumped almost instantly to full erection when a jolt of electricity tingled his prostate, tenting the front of his shipsuit when a jolt of electricity tingled his prostate. The grip of latex around his maleness increased, squeezing harder and milking him in ripples that travelled from the base that was still seated inside his genital slit all the way up to his tip. He could feel precum leaking out of him, but he could see no stain on the coverall when he glanced down. Any musings on the oddity were forgotten when the plug suddenly contracted lengthwise, the long part retracting into itself, and then pumped back outwards, jolting him slightly when it came to a stop at its full length once more.

Again, it retracted and jolted back into him, adding in a strong buzz and a shock to his prostate, along with a tight squeeze to his shaft, and again, and again, faster, building towards a swift pace that would have left his rear bruised from the impact against his slim hips. It drove him swiftly towards an orgasm, the electric discharges leading him to an enormous cumsplosion that left him tingling, with hips twitching and his jerking shaft jetting spurt after spurt of seed into its latex sheath.

Yet it continued. Scrabble took a double-handful of his coverall, whimpering softly as he curled into a somewhat fetal position, unable to do much more than hold on tightly and enjoy the ride. Another orgasm. And another. More. Further. The pounding, the vibrations, the stroking, the milking, the electrical stimulus: his mind was driven into a haze of pleasure that left him drooling and panting, tears of joy and exhaustion leaking from his eyes. Then came a cool flush that spread through his body, starting in his rear but quickly seeping through his guts to flow out to the tips of his limbs, washing away both the excessive pleasure and the sore tiredness.

"Wh-what...?" he mumbled. "How...?" Sitting up, he found that he felt perfectly fine, energized even, with a pleasant after-tingle. "How... how long was I out?"

"Five minutes, fourty-three seconds," Sketch answered. "The drone suit and stimulus unit are able to process waste products into useful compounds, such as stimulants, electrolyte solutions, and nutrient fluids via a nanite fabrication module. Some input material is required, and unusable products are expelled mostly in gaseous form."

After a few seconds of silence as he tried to comprehend that, Scrabble simply gave a soft, "Ah. Okay. Um... so... think and do good things, and it makes you feel good then makes it so you can keep doing good, yeah?"

"Yes, more or less."

"Well, we should go do some good stuff, yeah?"

The kobold hopped to his feet and scurried off, using the map in his head to guide him along the quickest route back to where he had left the rest of the crew. The felinoid only had to follow at a quick walk to keep up with his jog, though they both slowed as they drew within a few turns of their 'mates.

"So, how should we do this?" the kobold inquired.

The engineer answered almost immediately, "That is something you will need to tell me. I no longer have the ability to plan or make decisions. I can only do as our master wills or as instructed by one of its proxies. You were captured simply because you were closest, and I knew you would be alone."

"... Oh. Well... Hm..."

Scrabble wasn't exactly the best at planning; that was the captain's job, after all. He wasn't a complete idiot either, though. Out of their crew, there remained the human captain who doubled as astrogator, their kenku encryption and data recovery expert (read hacker), the half-elven half-tiefling electronics expert, and, of course, the gnoll generalist. Goresnout was mostly muscle, there to lift heavy things and break skulls when needed, and he was about as bright as a lump of coal. He was, to Scrabble's thinking, most definitely the largest physical threat, though, which made him their best option to convert first.

The question was how to get his interest without drawing suspicion from the rest of the group. When the kobold had parted with the crew, they were using a laser drill to cut through the wall into the main security room so as to gain access to the systems without having to clear the massive amounts of rubble that blocked the main entrance. The gnoll was not technically needed for that, as the drill was designed to be easily moved by a small group, though he did make it easier as he could move it alone. However...

Scrabble snapped his fingers as a scheme formed. The map that had been inserted into his brain let him plot out a route that would include a blockage he had come across but intersected a route to the conversion room.

"Okay, got it!" he told Sketch.

"Yes, I see the route," the Tabaxi advised with a nod.

"What? Oh... well, that's neat, but here's the plan..."

After several minutes of explanation, discussion, and planning, and a short walk, they rounded the last corner to come in sight of their crew.

Over the low hum of the laser drill, the engineer called out to the gnoll, who sat lazing on a moderately sized boulder. "Goresnout, we need you to come with us."

"Why?" the brute grunted, more as a delaying tactic than anything else. Amongst his many flaws, he was as lazy as he was stupid.

"I found some neat machines," the kobold expanded. "I was able to get in, but Sketch couldn't. We need you to clear out some rubble so she can verify if they're worth our time. Get up off your lazy ass, and come on!"

"Go on with 'em, Gore," the captain ordered. "We're about half way through the wall, so you can let us know if it's a good score when you get back."

The gnoll spat on the floor and levered himself to his paws, grumbling as he lumbered towards the reptiloid and feline. Scrabble wasted no time in climbing up to cling to the bruiser's hunched back, resting his own legs as much as acting to guide the beast. It took several minutes to get to the blockage, and he sent Sketch on ahead as soon as enough space was cleared for her to wriggle through. This was to keep up the illusion, as it would not make sense to get to a door that she had already managed to open, and stayed with Goresnout as he cleared enough space for the rest of the crew to get through easily along with their gear.

It took a good twenty minutes, and then several more walking down corridors, before they rejoined the engineer. The door stood open, with Sketch inside "examining" the machines. The controlling intelligence had apparently gotten the gist of Scrabble's plan because everything appeared to be shut down with the female felinoid just booting up the main module.

"This is a central processing tower," she explained. "There are several connections to other units. Everything has power. There is a VR interface." A gesture at the visor and earphones indicated the appropriate equipment. "Please put them on and adjust them comfortably so that we can test functionality."

"Why me?" Goresnout asked, more out of a lack of interest than any curiosity. "Not know machines."

"Because I said so." The easiest way to get the gnoll to do anything was to ignore his questions. He simply shrugged. "Please remain still after donning the head equipment. There are interaction feedback elements that need to engage. Allow the program to run to completion, and do not resist. I would be most displeased if you should damage any of the equipment, as would the captain. You would not want your bonus revoked."

Goresnout grunted and slipped on the visor and headphones. The kobold hopped free of his back as clamps on flexible cable-arms extended from the walls to grasp the hyena-like brute around neck, waist, wrists, ankles, and the base of his tail. A nozzle extended from the ceiling to spray a clump of black goo onto Goresnout's chest. Scrabble found it interesting to watch as the goo first climbed upward to slip beneath the collar of the gnoll's coverall, then spread and expanded to coat the entirety of his body.

Then came the pleasurable buzz beneath the reptiloid's tail, along with a gentle massaging within his genital slit. It was time to reap the rewards of servitude. A new pair of mechanical appendages extruded from the walls to cut away the gnoll's shipsuit, leaving him clothed only in the latex coating. Then the clamps began to position him, bending him forward and down so that he stood on all fours with his tail pulled up over his back.

"Don't like this," the bruiser growled. The rumble in his chest deepend as yet another motile cable swept down to press a "stimulus unit" against the space beneath his tail, the latex pulling away to allow it access. "Don't like this at all. Bonus better be damn good. Don't play the bitch unless I get beat bloody first. You owe me, Sketch."

Scrabble felt his own stimulus unit retracting down until he could only feel the bulge at its base. Then, as the one in front of him pressed into the gnoll, he felt the one inside him begin to extend. In a moment of inspiration and anticipation, he assumed a similar position to the current captive and let out a soft moan as he felt the probe press deeper into him until it was fully seated. It pulled back in time with the the one in the gnoll's rear then slid inwards again. The vibration intensified along with a light application of electric current. He could see the thick, knotted shaft of his hyena-esque crewmate extending, covered in the black coating, as his own began to erect as well.

Goresnout grunted as the stimulus unit was pulled back and thrust inwards once more, much harder now that it had tested his depths. "Okay, maybe this isn't so bad..."

Scrabble could see the ripples of latex that stroked along the gnoll's shaft, like a ribbed condom that moved, washing in waves upwards and down, in time with the thrusting of the stimulus unit. The vibrations grew stronger as the thrusting increased in both force and speed, the electric shocks and stroking pushing him to painful hardness. And yet, it wasn't quite enough to push him over. He whined softly, mimicking the gnoll, and twitched his hips, clamping around the stimulus unit and trying to thrust into the non-existent hand or hole that gripped him. Goresnout was doing no better, bucking against his bonds as he tried to draw more pleasure from the machine.

The thrusting slowed, the vibrations calmed, the electric current decreased, nearly stopping all together. Both males whined and wriggled, straining to reach climax but prevented by the machinations of a machine. And then it began again, building up to a strong, fast pace with the stimulus units buzzing and jolting inside them. Then more slowly once more, and all over again. Both gnoll and kobold scratched at the ground, growling and whining and wiggling, aching to cum, until it finally, finally allowed them to.

Scrabble let out a cry of both relief and ecstasy as it drove in for a final time, both vibrations and current at the highest setting it had yet reached. He came so hard it felt like his insides were draining out of his cock to leave a gaping hole in the pit of his stomach. It left him barely crouching on trembling limbs, panting with exhaustion as the slightly cool fluid was pumped into him once more. It washed away the exhaustion and filled him with energy, but didn't take away the afterglow or the weakness of his limbs. After a few minutes of recovery, he managed to push himself upright on wobbly legs to find Goresnout in a similar state.

"You, uh... You good?" he hesitantly asked the gnoll.

The muscular brute scratched at his chest and grunted out, "Yeah, good."

"Are you, um, onboard the new crew, or...?"

"New crew. Hope the pay is always that good."

"It is," Sketch interrupted, presenting Goresnout with his freshly repaired coverall. "We should be able to subdue the rest of the crew easily enough now."

"Ah, but it's more fun if we can trick them, like we did this time," the kobold suggested. "It's better if they submit willingly, right?"

"Yes, conditioning is easier with willing subjects."

The kobold slapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously, a plot beginning to spawn. "Alright, here's what we're gonna do..."

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]