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? [i]Something is wrong. Something is very wrong[/i], Love Bite thought wildly, casting her eyes around her cramped cell, as a high-pitched siren pierced the air, the constant hum of the generators kicked it a notch as the changeling ship changed from its stealth configuration into combat mode.

After days of slow drift amidst the outer rim of the Tarkus' system, it had found prey.

Deep in the ship's entrails, inside her small cell, Love Bite could picture exactly what was happening all over the ship as the changelings rushed to their battle stations and the ship's plasma casters were primed for fire. The lights on the entire ship dimmed as energy was being transferred to their weapons and defenses.

She apprehensively looked around to the empty holds, knowing that Salicidae intended to fill them with prisoners from raiding the commerce routes.

Love Bite sighed heavily, after the battle the captain would call for her for a celebration feast. She shivered with the memory of being almost completely drained after the last battle, her emotions so utterly drained that for a while she couldn't muster the energy to care if she lived or died, she laid in her cell, unmoving and uncaring for days. She had witnessed ponies die like that in the past, those that had been drained so completely they simply wasted away.

Love Bite was tall for a pony, had a long, wild pastel pink mane and tail that were in dire need of proper care, her hide was black, but not the chitinous, sickly black of changelings. She had large wings, black feathers with rosy main feathers, a slightly crooked horn, and holes like the ones from a changeling in her hooves. Her cutie mark was hard to see against her flank, a black heart with a bite taken out.

She was a hybrid, her mother had been a changedling living in colony of Sarizia, her group followed the teachings of Thorax, studying the precepts of friendship and trying to make a living for themselves. Her father had been a pegasus officer, sent to their colony to help set-up their defenses.

She had thought things were bad when the war had started, for the little filly it had been an excruciating, unending agony as the Changelings moved closer and closer to the Sarizia colony. Fleets were annihilated, defense stations crumpled, and one by one the space habitats were devoured.

There always had been the hope the united Fleet would come for them. Somehow, they would break the Changeling's blockade; Somehow, they would defeat the more advanced Changeling's battleships, and somehow Sarizia would be safe.

She had believed in that until she found herself in a cage, stripped of clothing, dignity, and hope. She had wanted to believe that was nothing but a bad dream, but as the days wore on, she had to accept the fact that this horrific world wasn't a bad dream or magical illusion —it was her new reality.

She was caged like an animal. Water and food were dispensed automatically by bottles bolted to the walls. Water had a brackish, recycled taste and food was a crunchy bar of something tasteless that was delivered twice a day. There were other ponies in the cages at first, she could swear she recognized a few of them from Sarizia, but it was hard to tell with their wasted bodies and minds.

It got worse. The Changelings would come regularly and take ponies from their cages, take them one by one, using their perverted magics to feed on the prisoner's love. She had been chosen by the captain Salticidae. The feel of the Hive lord's talons inside her mind still made her shiver, made her scream at night as she remembered it.

Love Bite pushed herself against the bars, trying to see what was happening, a pair of changelings in battle armor came running down the corridor.

“Hey, what's happening?" Love Bite asked.

“Silence, prisoner," one of the changelings snapped without even looking at her.

For a moment, there was nothing but the steady hum of the generator. An oppressive, ominous silence...

“What the hell is happening?" She murmured peering down the corridor.

Screeching, garbled static filled the comms system and all of the sudden the doors opened. The lights flickered rapidly, the screens flickering with glitched images, and the communication system blared to life, spewing corrupted static mixed with strange snippets of music.

Love Bite took tentative steps onto the corridor, fear clogging her throat, adrenaline pumping through her heart.

[i]Something's wrong. Something's very wrong.[/i]

The lights went out, confusion became terror.

Her eyes dilated, quickly adjusting to the sudden darkness. She had to escape, she had to get to the escape pods, get as far away from this cursed ship as she could, or she would never forgive herself for losing this opportunity.

She heard him approaching, the chitinous hooves hitting the ground, coming closer with each step.

“Back to your cage, prisoner!" He roared.

Love Bite hesitated for a moment, the compulsion to follow orders so ingrained in her mind that it was almost automatic.

“I said, back to your cage!" His horn glowed amidst the darkness, a sickly green.

Love Bite head began to pound, the tendrils of dark magic drilling into her brain, blasting her with pain and fear. She wiped blood from under her nose. Everything happened in slow motion as a terrible pain wormed its way across her skull.

“leave me alone," she cried out, trying to run away from him in the dark. The nullifier ring on her horn made it impossible to defend against his magic.

The changeling laughed and kept coming for her, savoring her fear and desperation. Her head felt as if it was going to explode. His dark magic drilled in her head, it's corrupt essence so strong she could feel it touching her soul, its foul smell making her retch and cough violently.

Love Bite grappled forward until her hoof hit the distinct shape of the emergency release panel. She crawled through the airlock. Hard, fast, with tensed muscles, she closed it. The entire ship shook with horrible shrieks, the changeling was thrown out of his hooves and hit the side of the ship with a loud crack.

The changeling still clawed at the airlock as the entire ship shook and twisted.

The last thing she remembered was her head hitting the wall, the death screams of the ship as it broke down filling her ears before her body curled up and the darkness took over.

***

Some jobs were a pain in the ass.

Josh Sinclair stretched his arms out and cracked his knuckles, watching the stars fly by through a broken piece of the hull as the [i]Errant Venture[/i] floated in a lazy orbit around the Gas Giant, a list of defects and systems in critical condition slowly scrolling in front of him. The Tarkus defense fleet was coming, but he needed to keep his ship in one piece until they arrived.

Sinclair checked the estimated arrival time once again: 73 hours, 34 minutes, and 26 seconds. Until them, he would need to make sure nothing else would go wrong. His ship hissed and creaked in protest before it fell back into its state of anxious silence.

He floated freely through the engineering deck, checking for any new irregularities.

He rubbed his hands; this was, to put it mildly, not good. Once in the Tarkus' spaceport, the ship would need at least a couple weeks of intensive repair before it was ready for another trip, even longer before it was fully functional. The good news was that since Velvet had put all his paperwork in order he was fully insured.

He left the engineering deck behind and floated toward the bridge, his weight progressively increasing as he approached the areas where artificial gravity was still working.

Sinclair was greeted by snores, the bat pony was comfortably sleeping upside down, her tail attached to a metal bar, her wings closed around her body, a trickle of drool slipped out of Velvet's mouth.

“Sleeping on duty?" He poked her playfully.

Velvet twitched awake and opened her eyes, meeting his crotch.

“I smell you," she purred. “It seems you need to relax a bit, boss."

Sinclair tried to force himself to focus, he really did try. Her nuzzle pressing against his bulge was not helping.

His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place as her hooves lowered his pants and her lips slanted over his cock, her long tongue took slow, deliberate licks. She pulled it into her mouth, it was hot, blistering with lustful demand. Her hooves wrapped around his waist and dragged him closer. He pressed her into the wall, her tongue was heating his cock, sending shards of lust through his spine as her tongue caressed his heavy balls.

Sweet heaven, he loved her tongue.

One hand moved to tangle in her hair, pulling at it, causing her scalp to sting erotically as he pulled her head back. A whispering moan fell from her lips as she finally managed to take all ten inches of his cock inside her mouth.

“I've been dying to shove my dick inside you," he didn't mince words.

“You're such a romantic," she gasped, in no way turned off.

He shoved his hard cock inside her mouth and a tight, muffled scream left her lips. Then she purred, her vibrating throat massaging his long shaft, teasing him like nothing else could.

Sinclair felt it ripple through their bodies, felt her breath catch and smelled the excitement and shock that poured from every pore of her body. Velvet's throat tightened, a scream escaping her throat, vibrating around his cock as she orgasmed, at the same moment, Sinclair came into her mouth.

His thick seed spurted from his cock to her rapidly swallowing throat as he groaned and held her tighter. When she had sucked the last drop of seed from his throbbing flesh, he pulled back, staring down at her heatedly

“Naughty, boss," she said with a wicked smile, licking her lips clean.

She jumped with a beat of her wings, landing at his side, still licking her lips. “I fixed the lights, but we still don't have enough power to keep life support on the whole ship. The good news is that the batteries are almost intact. On the other hoof, the generator's containment was cracked during the fight, so unless you want to glow in the dark we have to rely only on the batteries."

“Transfer all non-essential power to the engines and life support," Sinclair said absently as he paced around the command bridge. “We need to keep our orbit stable."

“Already have."

“What about the essential systems?"

“I can try, but then we run the risk of the life-support system breaking down before we get to Tarkus," Velvet walked to her working station and began to type in a few commands.

Sinclair sat in his cushy captain chair, surrounded by dead consoles and screens, fingers laced together as he mentally calculated their energy consumption rates.

He stared at the gas giant and for a moment, it was as if the planet was watching them back. It was a beast of a super-Jupiter; its atmosphere incredibly caustic and constantly assaulted by furious storms that could tear even a battleship apart.

They had burned fuel at an astounding rate during the battle, between powering the engines and their weapons; there was precious little fuel to keep their orbit stable.

The planet watched them with the promise of death.

Velvet jumped to his lap. “What is it, boss? You are thinking too hard; everything is stable for now, so why don't you relax for a moment?"

Sinclair had to give it to her, none of the problems was exactly urgent; taking a couple hours to relax wouldn't be so bad.

“We are both reeking," he said. “What do you think of going for a bath?"

“Aww, you're gonna make me blush," Velvet snickered.

[i]Transmission incoming! [/i]The ship's computer announced through a barely functional speaker, Josh groaned, the bath would have to wait.

“It must be the Defense Fleet," Josh grumbled heavily. “I'll see what they want. Just see what you can do to keep us stable for now, meet me at the showers after that."

Velvet slumped back into her seat. “Will do, boss! Ask if they have some of that Kirin beer, I really need a good drink when all this is over."

He initiated communication, for the past few days he had gotten to know very well their communication's officer, her name was Serene Melody, a tall Kirin with a non-nonsense attitude and a sarcastic vein.

“This is TDF [i]Eternal Harmony[/i]," Her husky voice crackled through the comm. “How is your situation, IM [i]Errant Venture[/i]?"

“Still holding the same orbit. We stabilized the life support system, but we are draining our batteries, the reactor's containment is cracked," Sinclair reported concisely and awaited while the transmission reached the approaching fleet and made it back, the interval was, thankfully, getting shorter by the moment.

The audio fizzled, disrupting what Serene was saying as another message bled into the channel. He adjusted a few sliders to check on it.

[i]“Please, oh goddess, please. Is anybody out there? This is Love Bite, I was a captive on the Changeling ship. I[/i]… [i]I'm on an escape pod. Please, save my soul."[/i]

It took only a few buttons taps to detect the source of the transmission, an escape pod on a quickly decaying orbit, the computer estimated little more than a day before it plunged into the Gas Giant's atmosphere and then only a matter of moments before it was destroyed.

Who in the hell would be out here? Changelings were known to use fake distress signals to lure in potential victims. Sinclair had heard his fair share of stories about escape pods filled with explosives or even drone soldiers. The Changelings weren't content with simply fighting the war, they seemed intent on engendering callousness on their enemies.

It's probably a trap, he reassured himself.

“Please, oh goddess, please. Is anybody out there? This is Love Bite, I was a captive on the Changeling ship. I… I'm on an escape pod. Please, save my soul."

Or a distress call.

The auditory static blared back to life, cutting into his feed, the words resonating inside his head. “Fucking hell," he cursed and adjusted the frequency. “Hold for a moment, Serene"

[i]“Please, oh goddess, please. Is anybody out there? This is Love Bite, I was a captive on the Changeling ship. I[/i]… [i]I'm on an escape pod. Please, save my soul."[/i]

“Something wrong?" Serene's voice was deadened, buried under the automated transmission.