That which you make me do [ Nighthaven x Nimilia ]

[Nighthaven]

Somewhere, Somewhen, out in the dark amongst the stars.

Colonial Vessel New Horizon.

Once, an unknown time ago, The New Horizon used to be a prototype ship. A colony vessel far ahead of its time. Its primary feature, the hyper-sleep capsules, the very reason why this ship was conceived, permitting a crew of near one thousand colonists to be ferried over to new worlds. It's highly advanced onboard computers, able to find smart solutions for all but the most dangerous situations.

It was the safest means of travel to new worlds, and unlike previous generational colony ships, it only needed one crew with just the bare necessities for the ship to bridge Light-years of space, and settle new worlds after preliminary scan's and drone driven exploration of it's intended target had been concluded. And as there was no guarantee that the vessel may strike a suitable, if preset planet for colonizations, ship like the New Horizon were set with up to ten colonization candidates in mind. Allowing the ship to, if its current target was deemed unsuitable, set course to another preset location. It's automation so advanced, it could recalculate the route required, and use drone shuttles to procure fuel for it's drive and reactor system both.

The system redundancies were a plenty, and its ability to maintain itself, and the small fleets of drones, were, by the time it was conceived, unriveted by any previous ship. It could, in essence, not only sustain itself, but, given the right data and blueprints, build its very own fleet, granted that there were enough resources to be harvested within its reach, even if that particular ability was, by design, set to planetary supply construction only.

But for all that the ship could do, only three of its type were ever built. The cost of the New Horizon alone so exorbitant, that the planned ten vessels had to be cut down to what had already been set in motion. The New Horizon itself, though a prototype, refitted and rendered suitable for service, so that, after its sister ships, the Gallant, and the Hope, had set out for new worlds, the New Horizon was staffed and set for the newly discovered system of E-BS169.7, or Blaze, as it was also known.

Blaze was an unconventional System, a Blue giant of a star, surrounded by four planets of unusual compositions that, by all known standards, should have been impossible to exist. Each of those four worlds near the size of the star itself. A size that would dictate their collapse on themselves, possibly even create a black hole. But these worlds did neither break, nor did they seem to negatively influence the star they orbited. Long range atmosphere measurements even suggested a composition breathable to humans, a gravitation of two G, twice that of Earth itself, suggesting that these worlds may have been of artificial origin.

It was unknown, uncertain what Humanity would find in this system, aside from these worlds, there was hope to come across alien life, more than simple organisms even. And if there was no intelligent life, the secondary desire was to colonize the system, as, with four worlds this large, even if gravity was higher, it would be the foundation of wealth, knowledge and power for Humanity on an unprecedented level.

That was the hope, that was the plan. However, what plan, truly, ever went of without a hitch ?

Now the New Horizon, with its lengths of about three Kilometres, and a with of about one, was a barely functional husk. Most of its exterior still in perfect conditions, with drones laying docile around it, unable to perform their task, or to communicate with the Mother system aboard the ship. And a giant, bluish white crystalline structure, protruding on either side. Vaguely shaped in an arrowhead shape, and likely to have collided with the New Horizon whom, for some reason, could not react, disabling the former achievement of human ingenuity.

Engineering crew quarters. Medical Bay.

Medical screen readout, Hyper-sleep capsule 0851

System Diagnostic..... Compromised....
Inhabitant..... Technical staff member: Thomas Landren Age: 39 Born: Taurus Research Station. Occupation: Engineer, AI System. Mission Importance: Vital
Status..... Error monitoring system malfunction.... System Error, emergency request query could not be send.
Parsing Solution..... Re-routing to nearby observation system for visual confirmation..... Error, query could not be send.
Parsing Solution..... Emergency resuscitation initiated..... Reaction detected..... awakening procedure activated.
Recovery process duration.... 5 hours.

" F-fuck. " Thomas groaned, trying to raise his hands wo his head as he felt a splitting headache. However, his hands refused to move, and it took him a moment before he could grasp the situation he was in.

He was restrained, wrists, hips and ankles, as well as his neck held by some flexible fabric, and noticing his light reflection in the mirror above him finally jogged his memory. He could see that he was still strapped down in his capsule. And even though he could not feel it yet, he could watch how small robotic arms guided medical needles to inject him with the various nutritional and genetical injections that purged his biological system from the variety of drugs that prevented cell ageing. The artificial pause button that had, for lack of a better term, frozen his body in a form of deep slumber, with tubes constantly delivering what the body needed to survive, while filtering and extracting any material harmful or considered waste from his body.

" S-System, status report ! " He called out for the ship computer to respond, regretting it only a moment after as his head reminded him that he was in no condition yet to act or move about on his own. He needed some medication against the pain, and with his muscles slowly awakening, and in no better state then his head, he felt the clear need for it to happen soon.

But that is when he realised, the capsule was still closed, and there was no medical personnel around. Which should have been the standard procedure. There was no medical android around either, which could only mean that the sleeping pod was acting on its own.

" God, damn. Really now ? " He muttered under his breath. If the pod's basic AI decided to wake him up, there was either a connection issue to the ship's main computer, or some kind of emergency.

" System, Status report ! " He called out louder, groaning with how the sound within the capsule was only antagonizing his headache. And that damn Ship AI did not respond either. He was hoping that the damn pod was simply malfunctioning and not transmitting his words out into the room. But he feared now that something nasty must have happened. The Ship's AI, having two redundancy systems that should cover basic functions, until the main core was brought back online. So, if no system at all responded, he was in for one major pain in the ass.

Shit, he would have to wait for the pod to release him, and with how his body only slowly reacted to the pain of prolonged, genetically induced sleep, he guessed it would be another hour before the pod opened. And he should stay down for two, until his cell information was completely rewritten and back in a condition that permitted him relative pain free movement.

" Fuck." he hissed annoyed.
" Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck. " He chanted, repeatedly knocking the back of his head into the pod's padding. Whatever was going on, it was hopefully just some chance glitch or whatever. Heck, when the pod opened, he hoped to hear the Ship's AI responding to his inquiries. Because if there was no human personal waking him up, that could only mean that he is one of the few technical staff currently being awakened to tend to whatever damage there was.

 

[Nimilia]

Somewhere on the ship, a garden perhaps, or fields of fresh produce ? Now, it wasn't sure, it only awoken a little while ago, slithered and crawled aimlessly about, somehow to find itself wandering about on wet soil, soaking up what fluids had come from above. Rain ? that word came to mind, It wasn't sure exactly what It means, but, it sounded, right somehow.

But gradually, bit's and pieces came back to it, that black puddle that it was, quivering with every new shred of memory feeding back into it's consciousness. Yes, it wasn't it, but she. She had chosen, a long time ago, to be she, back when gender was not something she had understood properly. And when she finally did, much as the most basic of emotions, she came to find pleasure in the being she presented herself as.

But what was it ? There was a feline humanoid, once, she managed to recall that, for a while, the first form she had chosen, was that one. And trying to remember, the slimy black substance on the ground quivered again, stretching, contracting, and finally flow together, grow upward, and reconstruct what her mind recalled.

Until, there stood something akin to a human, bare skin, long, silver hair, hands with claws to them, and legs on which she could stand. She remembered this form, she felt it to, and the first contact this form had with others. When they guided her, made her understand the value of choices, of emotions, and of. What was it again ? Yes, touch, the warmth of a touch.

She looked down on herself, and found that her breasts felt to large. That's right, she took this form from another, copied it, an exact replica of the person she had watched for a while. Just like that other one, a person that was, strangely afar, and yet so important. Why was that person, she, why was she important ? She struggled, fought for her kin, and became someone, so many looked up to.

Yes, it, that now was she again, begun to remember more. She had been jealous of that other. She herself felt alone, and watched as the other grew. No, not only that, the other was alone as well, but she made more, changed those willing, to become her kin, and repopulate their world with those that became like her.

" Sauk. " The feline girl spoke, that was the name of them, the winged vulpine. And she recalled, in a bit to feel like part of, something, she herself had taken on their form, altered it, and finally had become a unique being.

" Nimilia. " The feline spoke, and finally remembered the first form she ever truly made her own. And in hope to remember more, she took on this form again.

" The dream. I remember. " she spoke, wondering, and then realizing that her memory was not sealed in her form, but herself. Her body had been asleep. And for such a long time. She had reverted to her true form, probably to protect herself, and in doing so, every cell in her body sealed everything away, including her memory. It was not the forms she choose that unsealed her memory, it was simply her cells working slowly, as her biological system was, booting up. And just like a computer, it took time for the information to be sifted through, and sorted in a way her mind could interpret them again.

The dream, that was the realm she had first landed in, and found a sense of self. She, even had a child ? no, something close to it, Modaran, the part of her she cloned from herself and permitted a sense of self, so that he, choose a form of his own, alongside a name. It was, back then, a means to feel connected to the people of the Sauk. And later on became source of so many fond memories, amusing once too. Modaran was smart, and a lot, more mature then she was in so many ways. But then again, her act of innocence was a measure she had adapted for attention. Which she was very needy for initially.

Where was he anyway, looking around, it seemed she was in some sort of, artificial, garden ? No, this was some kind of, domed structure. She could see the stars above, and around her was nothing but soil, worked, but not planted. And there where walls of metal.

Yes, that's right, she had left the dream, had ventured out, found lovers and. A blush would creep across her face as she recalled what came then. She had found a Mistress under which she learned other ways to use her outward immature need for attention. Ways that often disappointed her Mistress as Nimilia often forgotten her Mistresses teachings and lessons in favour for more, short-lived, but so incredibly intense experiences.

" Oh dear. " she whimpered a little as it all came back. The massive wings this, vulpine form had, wrapping themselves around her in a bit to give her comfort as the shame run it's course through her, only to be replaced by a shudder of lust.

That's right, she was that kind of girl, she went for men, teased them, taunted them. A tomboy of sorts, a slut for the most part. And it was her favourite pastime to trick men into forcing themselves onto her. In part, so she had an excuse towards her Mistress. And otherwise, simply because she craved that force, that sheer intensity to not be treated as an equal, but as a mere outlet for their pleasure. A twisted way to seek affirmation from others that had become quite a fetish for her. And she still liked it. To act the innocent girl, to be just a little to, accessible, and pretend then she didn't want any of it, just to have them find her out when they went to assault her intimately.

" Mmmm. " she moaned with a shudder. That's why she had often kept this particular form a secret. She did not desire for this, as she would think of, noble form to be defiled by her lesser needs. But right now, she could feel the warmth between her thighs rise with the memory of those misdeeds of hers.

She needed a different form, more alluring, seductive, innocent, and, something that could be violated. Should she go with her standard again ? young, slender, that was her go to form after all. And she loved how so many desired to defile and violate a girl that seemed pure. Or maybe. Yes, should she perhaps try and face her needs this time, in a more, honest fashion perhaps ? Well, maybe it would be time, a little honesty would surely not harm her. After all, she knew it, she was enjoying it, being a slut. She loved it, being a prostitute under her Mistresses command, even if it was meant as punishment.

Yes, a form more suitable to what she needed. No wait, that was just her, lying to herself. Even in those young, girlish appearances, she found plenty of ways to live out her needs. No, she just wanted something more, womanly for once. Something men found desirable past the allure the appeal of youth and innocence gave. Curves, more chest then she was used to, like the feline humanoid she once had used. wide hips, build to be held onto, and to be abused by a man for his desire.

Nimilia pondered, trying to compare her own value's to that which she believed to understand from those men she watched and that used her. And gradually begun altering her appearance. Hiding away her wings, preserving her 5'5"tall frame, and then gradually alter the shape of her hips. To grow them wider, yet, not to increase the size of her rear to much, as she still felt a need to remain somewhat more, slender. And then she increased her bust, until it was full enough that a man's hand could no longer seize the whole of one of them with just one hand.

" Yes. " she chirped satisfied, a shiver coursing through her, a hint of anticipation of how a man would perceive her now. The only complaint she had was her current indecisiveness as to what she should do with her Vulpine base form. A little undecided if this was something a human man would find, desirable. But then again, she pondered. She wanted to be perceived as an item to be used for pleasure. She did not want someone to, fall in live with her, or something of that sorts. No, pure lust, even abusive desire. The harder she was held down and taken, the more she found delight in it.

" Mm, tease. " she spoke, and then giggled at her antics, realising that part of her mischievous game's with men was already part of that depraved side of her. So perhaps she should dare embrace it to the fullest. So, she finally made up her mind, adding minor alterations to her vulpine form, not to be exactly the same as the Sauk form she had once chosen. Yet, to preserve the animal features it seemed to relate to. What she desired to keep from her chosen form, was at least her eyes though, she always loved them. That crystal green, bright and deep. She could sometimes loose herself in it.

To be looked down upon as a mere beast. And yet, to be desired for what her body may grand to those looking at her. It was, for now, a satisfying solution. And it did please Nimilia greatly.

There was now, just one problem. Where exactly was she. Where there even humans here ? Maybe there where anthropomorphic animal as well ? Which may ruin the first part this form was to serve. If there where men that would care to give her a choice, it would feel, well, a little disappointing.

It was, probably time to explore and find out where, this, is. And so, bare and defenceless as she may have seemed, Nimilia would seek a way out of this, dome structure. And explore where in the great dark she had ended up. Who knows, she may just have ended up someplace where her current form was considered food, and she had no intend to become some snack, well, not in that way anyway.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Ok, door popped open. Half an hour passed since then. So, half an hour more, and I should be able to move. " Thomas contemplated. The Ship's AI still not responding to his command input. It least assured him that something must have gone terribly wrong, given that, if one of the AI core's went offline, in the worst case scenario, the secondary and trinary core should take control, and steer the ship into a resource rich area to manufacture and repair anything needed for the primary core. They should even be able to build a completely new one, and upload the data from their own information storage.

So, option A was, all three cores went offline at the same time. Or Option B, the connection to this part of the ship was severed. Option B being most certainly the more favorable outcome, as offline core's meant that, he either had to scavenge parts from all three to get at least one running. And that only, if it wasn't the same parts on each that gave out. If it was something simple, he just needed to get the printer online and reconstruct the parts, and worst case, he could take whatever is broken out of the three, and reproduce enough parts for one, maybe even two of them.

Damn, this waiting was so frustrating. And he had no idea if he even had the luxury. His restraints had already been removed, and while his muscle density was still questionable, he should be able to move. But right now, lifting even a finger hurt like crap.

" Common, you sissy. Nap time is over. " He challenged himself, trying to lift his left arm, and wincing in the pain it caused him, letting it drop right back into the pod.

" Really now, giving up that easily ? Fucking ship might blow up around you, and you're taking a god-damn nap ! " He shouted at himself, trying to boost his morale and push himself into clenching his teeth, and bear with the pain. After all, he just had to go over to the medical cabinet. The pain suppressants were right there. And the boosters were right besides it. If he took those two, he would not be merely able to move in half an hour, he would actually back to his former condition.

Sure, he was probably going to regret the after effect, but heck, that was better than to keep laying down and wait, knowing the current malfunction may only be the symptom of a far greater problem. Like the fusion core management system.

" Oh, fuck no. " He groaned. If the AI Core went offline, what is keeping the fusion core management running ? It could probably run on its own indefinitely, long as there is fuel anyway. The moment the fuel runs out, and the core temperature falls. The system should shut down. And getting it to boot up needs a crap ton of stored energy to boot up the containment field beforehand. So, if the battery storage runs dry as well, they were royally fucked.

" Oh, I swear, there better be a team waiting for me when I get out there. " He groaned, wondering how many of the personal had been awoken. Since no one had come for him yet, they were recovered at the same time, or he was just being the unlucky bastard that got woken up before the system was going through a total failure. Meaning, those in their pods would the least die in their sleep, nice and peaceful.

" Come on now. " He spoke to himself, and once more rose his arm, and this time, grabbing the edge of the pod, and, with a muffled outcry of pain, forced himself to sit up.

" God, Fucking, Dammit ! " He screamed out when he finally sat up. Yet, knowing he would remain if he tried to rest now, he forced himself onward. Struggling, screaming and cursing his heart out, as he fought through the pain, partway to crawl towards the medical cabin after he collapsed onto the floor after just a few steps.

It took him a good 10 minutes to get there, and then another two to open the cabinet. But after that, he could finally, and with another outcry of pain, jab that needle into his thigh and inject himself with the pain suppressant. And hell, was he glad that it was a fast acting agent, as, after only a few moments, he could feel his aching body calm down gradually. Until his nerve system outright refused to register pain.

" Good, that's, step one, down. " He ushered to himself, breathing heavily as this whole, exercise, was far more exhausting than he had thought. But next, came the booster, that should substitute some of the lost muscle mass. And by the time the gen therapy had full effect, his natural build should replace the nanite paste that acted as strength enhancer.

It was good that the effect worked relatively quick, too. It took him another 6 minutes, but he could finally feel himself able to get back onto his feet. And finally over to the nearest control console for a readout. And there he at least had gotten a clue to the problem. And somewhat of a shock. If the date print on the first error notifications was right, then the ship's rear section lost connection to the front, meaning bridge, and all three cores, about fifteen years ago.


" That ain't good. " He mused, trying to access the crew data, which had bad news as well. He lost complete contact with the two front chambers, as was expected, but the rear and mid, housing about 650 of the colonists, had a failure rate of about 40%, with some 10-20 percent of unknowns in there. And after having the system parse the available data, he could see that none of the lost pods had been opened. So, he was probably looking at about 380 dead, possibly more.

There was still a chance that someone made it out, after all, his pod begun emergency recovery, which every pod had. But in that case, someone would have woken him, or anyone from the engineering department for that matter.


New Horizon. Mid-Section.


The area Nimilia was in, contained a dedicated farm that, aside from the hydroponic-farm, that constantly run to supply the sleeping passengers with the required nutrition to stay alive, and for that matter asleep, produced food. But unlike the hydroponics, the open farm was used more for experimental plant growth, as well as an area to produce additional food supplies should the need arise. But at the current, it was inactive as it required either robotic workers, or actual crew to function, which made it one of the very few installations on the ship that required manual labor of sorts.

Aside from that, there were two of, altogether nine sleep chambers, where the colonists were stored in their pods. One of the sections being currently decompressed, with a large portion of the passengers inside lost to the void. The bulkheads toward that part of the ship sealed so that no further decompression event may occur, least not, through this particular failure of the ship's external protection layer.

The second Sleep chamber was freely accessible, as were a number of storage compartments, terminals with general information on the Human Commonwealth, which was the political engine behind New Horizon's construction. As well as a few, peculiar snippets of information on beings, other than humans.

These beings, Anthropomorphic representation of a variety of land based animals, had a niche filled on earth. Some even being taken onto ships, both military and private. They were essentially bred with enough intellectual capacity to use their limbs to walk upright, follow easy commands, and serve men in bed. And that last one, was the main reason for their inception.

Humanity had seen an increase in birthrates for men, so that women were the once that could pick and choose. Leaving men, and their, more intimate needs far behind. And while some women did have no problem being with more than one man at a time, they would have the freedom to decline any attempt of a man to approach them. So, if the lady didn't like you, you had tough luck. Especially since the decrease in female birthrates made every single one of them extremely valuable, as genetically engineered humans, and even clones carried as high a risk of failure quotas during pregnancies, that made breeding through these surrogate products less than feasible. And artificial incubation chambers were still more a concept than reality, at least, during the time the New Horizon left the Sol system.

But, since Clones and Engineered human's were, well, considered humans, they had near the same degree of rights as any other human. Even if many of them were women, simply to saturate the number of them required to keep the male populace from rioting and taking civilization onto the path of self-destruction.

The Anthropomorphic product filled a niche there that even the artificially created humans could not. Sexual gratification, one that came relatively cheap as they were easily enough spliced and woven from crossing human DNA with compatible, ground based animal species. And with their intellect kept too low to classify them as truly, intelligent, they were considered both, pets, and a quick and dirty pleasure doll that, with the right adjustment in their genetic makeup, was perceived by them as something of a reward, and even desirable, if one did not fail to assure pleasure was what they received, turning many of them into, for lack of a better term, sluts.

Truth be told however, and this being mentioned as a side note within the archives, Their intellect was high enough to be considered on par, and even better than what Human cavemen must have had, as these designer sex pets were smart enough to use their hands to manipulate tools, and even form social bonds with humans that could be considered a proper family unit. Some even to have shown the ability to learn beyond their originally designed capacity. Put truth was, if you had to choose between uplifting their own creation, and satisfying the basic needs of humans, these artificially created being ended up drawing the short straw as they were legally not even considered living being's, but mere property, and as such, even actual animals had a higher status then they had.

Their general lifespan depended on the base species that was spliced with human DNA, but even the longest lived specimen would only reach fourthy years, if still with a youthfull appearance at the time of their passing as they, even on their last breath, could still perfectly perform their intended duty. Which disturbingly, was not seldom the case for them.

All in all, Natural born women had evolved into something of a, Noble class, while men and artifical humans filled the comoner levels. With these, sex pets, being a numerouse and cheap product often found in middle class households and brothels. Not seldom however in more, modified version, to be found in wealthy family homes where they easily served multiple other purposes.

The archive even held information about the New Horizon itself, such as basic statistics, basic access level alerts, like the current emergency warning requiring every available personal to wake the engeneering staff. The number of currently awoken crew, which was at a devastating, one, and some basic map functions that showed the current location, with all nearby locations being made visible. And with the slide of a finger over the touchscreen, one could even move and resize the map, as well as to change the level of detail, and the elevation levels for the floors above and below the current, with some sections being greyed out, shown as inaccessible. A large part of wich had once connected the current location with the ships front sections.

 

[Nimilia]

Nimilia, with her interest piqued, had a more inquisitive look about the large domed structure, eventually to find what may have seemed like automation equipment that tended to this are when the need arises. Something like a roboteer, or android with specialised manipulation equipment. And by her ability to sense more intricacies of the things she came in contact with, she tried to duplicate this device.

So while being a quite a shapely vulpine bipedal one moment, her while being turned to a replica of this robotic helper the next. Stuck within a motionless form, until her body understood the programming, and how to alter it, sense it's electronic nerve system, and steer it as desired.
It was a strange sensation. Not the first time she took the form of a being of artificial nature. But with how limited this one was in it's processing power, it hindered her ability to form thoughts and render conclusive intent other then what this being was made for. It would take change, manual modification for it to become something she could use for anything useful.

Unhappy with this find, she returned to the shape she had chosen previously, and, looking at her reflection in the robots chassis, she grew a little less assured that this, overly sexual form was, truly the right choice. no more then fifteen minutes after she had chosen it, and felt satisfied about it, it already begun to feel, less so for her now.

She shook the thought aside however, and begun to look around the area some more, eventually finding what must be a doorway. And, approaching it, she was relieved to find that it recognized her in a way that commanded the door to open for her. Permitting her passage into the hallways of, whatever this place was.

And, given that she knew little about it yet, the chance to happen upon a terminal, and find out something of her surroundings would truly be a godsent. So the first console she found, would carefully be manipulated so that she might just reveal the reason and intend for the structure. And she was glad that she could read the output, a language she knew, and even could tie to human's no less. And with the available flow of information before her, she could build a solid foundation of understanding the foundation of the society she bumped into.

Earth, and the sol system as such, their cradle as she understood. She had met human's in the Dream realm before, some of whom heralded from this world, that, like many of the Dream's inhabitants had, some way or another, stumbled into the dream, and often where unable to leave it again. There were variations in how some of them described their home, enough in political structure alone to suggest that they actually came from different points in time, or alternate versions of it entirely. And she figured, she had stepped into a futuristic variation of their home society.

Technologically advanced enough to travel the stars, if with a, strange approach. They had not reached the level to use any form of Faster then light travel, but their Artificial Intelligence, and genetical manipulation was skilful enough to make their crew, essentially, immortal. Well, in a way. The aging process seemed to be reduced to such an extreme that they could travel for an uncertain amount of time without a noticeable increase in their cell degradation.

It was slow, dangerous, but it was an option, the only one they seemed to have at the time this, ship, as she was made aware of, was dreamed up. How long though ? The System she sifted through had not given her a conclusive sense of that, and feeling the material and it's structure, she was given a sense that this vessel had been out here for a long time. To long maybe ? There was damage, quite severe damage even, but somehow the ship still held together. At least, while it was within no imminent danger. If something else came to strike upon the vessel, it may spell the end of it.

At least she had found what she was looking for however. Anthropomorphic beings, such as the one she embodied right now, where indeed available. And it both, delighted, and saddened her a bit. The idea that, looking at her appearance, made the onlooker degrade her purpose into one merely of his own pleasure, excited her. But knowing that they where, as a whole species, essentially forced to exist as slaves from the moment they where born.

Choice was important, she desired to be subdued and controlled, because its was her choice. But not giving this choice was, well. Strange. But giving it some thought, she was at fault of the very same crime too, how many young ladies had she, deceived, groomed, and presented, even against their own wishes, to a male, for him to know she desired his controlee, or just to recreate what she carved the most, though the victim she thrust into such depravity ?

Yes, she was no one to judge, because, given the chance, she would do it again. She felt, aroused, and in agreement that, if it was female, weak, and pretty, it was only natural for a man to take charge of it, derive pleasure from it, breed it, and use it until it broke. She was extreme in that desire, and she did realise that while she believed that, truly did, she was not on the same level as them, Because unlike even the women she forced into this life, Nimilia herself had a Choice.

That's when she noticed her own reflection in the console again, and she felt awkward with this, overly sexualized form. The more she looked at it, the more she felt, displeased. And it drove her to have another look at it to finalize her mind on what she was headed for.

For this, she looked, and eventually found a room that offered her a sufficiently reflective surface, even perhaps a mirror. And there she would take a closer look at this quite, curvaceous form of hers. Her hands tracing over the form of her hips, and her head leaning sideways in contemplation as she considered bust and waistline.

It was, something men surely may desire. This body's purpose was only for that, but, it felt, wrong somehow. As much as it suited her wish, this was, simply not her. She had always shown herself in a more, petite, slender self. Young as well, as it allured men. But this. She was looking like some, well Porn actress maybe ? And not even a good one. She could see how that would bring swift gratification to someone. But, would it hold their interest ?

She wasn't into all that, love thing. She found it even a little annoying. To her, desire for another was expressed within their intimacy. Everything around it only lead towards it. And while companionship, and casual care was truly something, special, she found a strong dislike within herself with all the courtship and, as she seen it, pretence of care.


Wasn't it just so much easier to admit the truth ? A man needed a warm body besides himself, just as a woman needed someone to embrace her. Women needed a provider, and the cost of that was their body. Well, she could not describe it, what the intricacies between male and female truly were. She tried many times. But her short conclusion was, Men desired to own a woman, and woman, desired to be controlled on some level, as well as to have the freedom to choose. And that felt like a conflict to Nimilia.

It was so much easier to just admit that she wanted to be controlled, and forgoes all the nonsense surrounding it. And the purest reflection of a man, showing that he desired a woman, and cared for her, was the sheer intensity with which he took her, used her, and made her his.

No, this, this was giving her a headage. She was lying to herself again. She had chosen a form that might please, but the passion she might be given then, it was not for her as a whole, but only the brief sexual comforts. And while that was worth so much for her, she desired for the man, taking charge of her, to not just seek her out for a quick romp, much as that excited her, but to openly, and in no uncertain terms, make her feel that she is a possession, that only he had the right to use or hand around if he chooses to.

" Why is this so hard ?! " She openly wondered, speaking her mind about how she felt that, the more she learned about the emotional build of, well, most conventional living beings. The less she understood it. And she reminded herself that perhaps trying to understand it will only confuse her more. The simplicity of what she craved for was already quite satisfying. And she could not see her asking for more then this. Well, aside from the occasional desire to explore what else was out there. And least in that aspect she could pity those she was pretending to be, that they did not have that freedom or even the ability to seek out other experiences. But, wasn't that just the boundaries of their own evolutionary constraints ?

Yes, that sounded right. Much of what creatures such as humans did, it was bound on survival, even social cohesion was nothing more then a means to an end. It was the most efficient way for them to go on being, and emotions where just a construct to produce such social cohesion.

Was it ? God, this was so confusing. But it returned her to consider her current form. And she found that, being what she represented, was only just another outcome of what she had learned to understand from her less intricate understanding of what emotions truly where. But she begun to see that she was perhaps falling for it herself, for this, lie, created from necessity.

Yes, that was it, it sounded like the proper conclusion. She had always been in forms that, more or less, represented the form that she had come to understand as, herself. And even then, they were little more then a tool to satiate her needs. And while it wasn't truly, her, it felt good. But this new form it was, to much of a stretch, to desperate even.

Yes, she was, obviously, growing desperate ? She too sought affection, if in her very own, twisted way that perceived affection and desire in a different light then most. But if she went this far, that, desire, it was not for her, but for what she was faking to be.

A sigh was cast across her muzzle, and in defeat to her own reasoning, she slowly reverted to the form of a Sauk, the slender build of a vixen, with just a small chest. Something many would see as, unfit for breeding purposes. It did serve sexual purposes, but she had never used it in that way. And perhaps, it was not, because she considered this form to, noble, given where she had taken it from and what it represented for her.

Perhaps, yes, perhaps it was time she allowed herself, that which she had chosen to truly be, to become the target of another's urges. Because, so she understood now, if she kept on pretending to be something else, that desire would never truly be hers.

There was just a bit of, detail, that she had never tended to before. And perhaps because she had never allowed this form to change. But if her decision was sincere, that this was, her, then she would have to finally permit this, body, to grow on it's own as well.

And, given her current situation, with at least one crew available to find and present herself to, shameful as that thought was. She increased the pace of growth for the fur that should have become more a resemblance of hair. After all, even Sauk had that. And her insistence to preserve the body as it was seems now like a foolish attempt to belie her own needs.

" Modaran would probably scold me right now. " She mused, and smiled amused, Her, son, if one could call it that, was easy to scold her for her, less conventional approach to companionship. But then again, his understanding of Emotions was completely different, and he had a more, scientific approach to it then her.

But giving into her desire, it never felt wrong, maybe at times a little to needy, but never wrong. So, how could it be a mistake ? No, it wasn't it was what she wanted, longed for, and she would get to have it again. Maybe she would need to help expedite the ships, well, recovery to achieve that. But, as long as it served her purpose, that was just fine wit her.

One final spin before the reflective surface, and Nimilia was finally content again. This, it was her, minus the wings perhaps, but, 7 feet to each side, and reaching quite a bit above her head when folded. Well, it may not be suitable to move around within a ship like this. And, even if she took the step towards finally, being herself. She was not ready yet to reveal her full nature to anyone. There was simply, to many complicated truth behind what all she could be or become. After all, she herself was the very ship, with which she has left the Dream, before, whatever happened, put her into a slumber. And all that mass she has lost in the process of doing so, well, she would, eventually, have to repurpose matter to regain it.

The vixen nodded at herself, it was set. She would go to where the map denoted this, crew, currently active, and find out who it was, what he, or she, was doing, and how she could help, so that, in turn, they could help her. Well, if making herself available for pure acts of depravity could be considered them helping her anyway.

 

[Nighthaven]

One step at a time, so Thomas reminded himself. By what the available systems could tell him, he had power, and not from the backup systems. The core itself was still working, and the last refuel cycle was denoted as pretty recent too. Well, recent as a few years ago anyway. The console could give him no exact date or time however, there was no connection to the AI cores, but with the fusion reactor running, it was safe to assume that at least one was still operational.

The problem, aside from the uncertainty when they were, was, how to fix the damage. Something struck the ship, something large enough to block any direct path towards the bridge, and the whole front section of the ship at that. Bulkhead across most of the midsection were sealed, and the area beyond showing multiple sections as decompressed, and not accessible. However, there was no indication of how much of the ship was actually still there.

He needed access to the repair system, but if that had worked, then the working AI core should have already triggered it, as the control antenna was in the front of the ship. It was safe to assume that it must have been damaged too. Would have been nice to know how long he had been iced, which was his term for the Hypersleep, but that worry was of no direct concern now. It could have helped him to calculate where they were, and if there was some system they could steer towards, as he may need resources to even facilitate a full repair.

But, without access to the Bridge, that was a pipe dream too. No, he had to somehow make do with what he had. And for now, he desperately needed more personal, as this was far from a one-man job. And men, well, it was mostly women anyway. Even if their number was low, in case of colonization they were favoured, for the sheer intent to quickly populate the newly settled world, giving it a kick-start of sorts.

" Let's see. " Thomas spoke to himself, something he's been slowly getting used to as he had yet to wake more personal, something he considered his priority for now. The problem being that his was the only pod valid for recovery. The two other pods set up for emergency recovery were useless, the system had selected two more occupants from the engineering staff and carried them here through the railing system, but they arrived already dead. And he had no access to call other members of the staff into the recovery area as, by the damage readouts, the railing towards the different sleep chambers were cut.

" 1000, 127 engineering, 36 command. " He read from the display, collecting all the information on the available manpower. Women, due to their status, oft unfit for the work. And the conclusion he came to that he had, amongst the different crew assignments, about, 189 men, with about 261 missing, dead, or unknown.

A few of the maintenance crew were still women, but often in more of a leading role, with very few exceptions as men were not trusted to be alone with natural-born women. And the only reason a woman would bother taking part in any role not described as simply lounging about and reproducing through, most often, artificial insemination, well, then only so they could pick and choose the men they would care to take to bed.

There were no artificial humans on board, nor any of those pleasure toys, given the colonization mission. It were simply women, ready to bear the foundation of the new colony, and a few select men for manual labour and candidates for the breeding program. Most of whom might never get to even lay their hands on the mother of their offspring.

Well, that wasn't entirely true, it was the reason he was on this ship as well. With the numbers reversed for once, it would be the men that had the choice of the litter, with that many women, if they wanted some real meat between their legs again, they had to consider their competition. And women were not free from the desire for real intimacy either. So, they would probably not be happy realizing that some of their select boy toys were no longer around.

It mattered not, he had to get what he could now, and his best choice was to make his way over to the other emergency stations in hope that he would have access to the sleep chambers there. And after that, set up some of the Haunt Multipurpose tanks to get outside and properly access the damage.

Thinking of those creeped him out. The name was an apt choice. Whoever had the idea to model an all terrain tank after an insect, a spider no less, deserved more than just his fist in their face. Thomas had nothing against these little critters, but one that was far too life like in appearance, movement, and in part even function, and standing near two meters tall when activated. Fuck, that gave him the creeps, and it didn't really take an arachnophobe to have a strong dislike for their eery appearance.

Thomas sighed, it was time to get to work. So he quickly grabbed some of the garments from a nearby dispenser, given his lack of modesty at the current moment being less than helpful. And then made his way out of the medical bay. It was time Thomas did the work he was hired to do.

New Horizon. Mid-Section, Path to Engineering.

Even without the map, the way through the New Horizon was not the hardest to figure out. The white and blue painting on the wall doing little to hide that the ship, unlike its sister ships, was build from a modular system, reusing a system quite common for Human Commonwealth vessels as they usually produced whole floor sections that offered a standard layout with rooms for different purposes. Their purpose often decided by the equipment that was placed within them. Some of them quarters, some of them drone or material storage, some even Labs, entertainment or one of the variety of technical stations.

Usually an automated system was used, to select the available floors and simply throw them together, with any extra's being placed in canals that were welded around the rooms. Like the transport system that carried material and sleep pods between the sections of the ship.

The New Horizon's Sister Ships varied in that, they were purpose build, and from the ground up designed for their singular intent of finding Colonizable worlds for humanity to settle on. The New Horizon, initially never intended to fill this purpose itself, had to be strongly retrofitted for this purpose, as its primary function was to be a test bed for the Hypersleep system, and the autonomy of the AI cores installed within.


And due to this, even if exactly the same in measurements then the other two, the Gallant, and the Hope, had a much higher colonist capacity. With the bulky modular build, prone to eliminate the space that the other two could use for additional storage for materials and Crew alike.

The layout of each, standard floor module was a simple as one hallway cutting through its centre, with rooms of up to five on each side, with a door and an extra bulkhead system on each side to seal the module should the need arise. Other module variations acted as dedicated storage, hangar bay, dedicated research, and connector modules that sacrificed room to allow sideways and even vertical access to the rest of the ship.

The way toward the rear would lead through plenty, and a variety of such modules. Until there was finally the dedicated Medical and crew area for the engineering staff. Thomas, wearing his orange and grey uniform, was likely on his way already, but with the assistance of the regularly posted access consoles in each module, tracking him would be quite easy. And, as the tacking depended on the chips embedded in each crewmember, the tracking of non-chipped individuals was not possible, unless the system was commanded to activate an active search scan, which would be impossible unless access to the ships bridge was recovered.

 

[Nimilia]

The track through the ship was. Interesting. Through one door, and find a section of the ship that looked a lot like the previous one, then again and again, with the occasional deviation for more, interconnectivity, as Nimilia assumed. It should have been obvious by how the map denoted the path towards the Engineering quarters. But still, it was surprising to see that the interior of this ship was so, simplistic.

She could only assume that this was part of a more, ready made design process. However, that was not her focus at the moment, even if allowing her mind to deviate on the structure, may have assisted her in the secondary endeavour, to assure her currently most primary desire could be satisfied by being of assistance. Even if that may deviate from the role she pondered assuming.

She was unaware that these, pleasure creations, the human commonwealth constituted as moral booster, they where not supposed to be onboard this particular vessel. The mission still somewhat escaping the morph, even if she learned of the ships classification as a colony vessel. And her cravings did not really aid in her taking note of more, important matters.

She did manage to find her way over to the engineering crew quarters, and her mind did depict a variety of possible subject builds that she might encounter within that singular crewman. Something gruff, well build, stern, and direct. A sort of, informal behaviour even. Like, why ask anyway, if she was, in her favourite form, the embodiment of what they created to take to bed, right ?

That there may actually be a woman, or something less then what her fantasy conjured up was not a thought she bothered to entertain. But luckily, she was not to be disappointed as, the man she eventually laid eyes on, seemed, ok, pretty decent even. Not the type of, mean, gruff, rude and fit type of man her mind would have have loved to take charge. But, she sure could work with what she seen. And maybe, below that work outfit, or uniform or whatever it was, there was more to look forward to ?

Her fantasy went through with her again. Wondering if maybe, below that loose fabric, there were muscles still ? Surfboard chest kind of build, some, big tool, and. Well, she did have to pull herself back there as her thoughts where a little counterproductive. Her mind causing her body to grow a little to eager as well.

She managed to be careful enough, despite that near desperate longing for her more, depraved hobby. Leaning forward behind some sort of protrusion, watching the man head to, wherever he was headed. Mindful enough not to present herself outright for the taking as she knew to little of the situation yet. Besides, she was naked, and while that was not exactly a problem, given her intention, the archive she looked though gave little suggestion about how the finer details worked out in their society.

A naked, sex doll, running about masterless, well, it may not be most conductive of a thing to do. With the bulk of their natural born population, consisting primarily of men, some bare female flesh may be conductive only for her swift disappearance into some dark, secluded alleyway. Which, right now, actually sounded like a charming thing to happen.

No, she shook that thought away, she had to stay focussed. It was imperative to know where she threw herself into, there had to be a reason he was the only one active right now. And by what she had seen on the consoles readout, there was a serious issue to attend. So, it may be a good idea to watch and wait for now. If anything, perhaps she could learn what this vessel's mission was about as it seemed a little haphazard to her to entrust the long-term survival of the crew into the hands of an AI.

Not that they could not be trusted, but out in space, they where, to her knowledge, prone to failure.

 

[Nighthaven]

So, the way over to the second recovery station was no problem, even if it felt a little unsettling to have all those halls empty, with naught but the humming of the ships' life support, and various electronics. The occasional creaking of metal was not very helpful either, given that every part should have been welded shut so neatly that such sounds could only mean severe damage, and thus stress to the structure as a whole.

Well, the transport railing system seems to have some defect, so it could be from that, but the nagging feeling in the back of his mind, it warned him against feeling too comfortable with what little he knew for now.

" Ok, give me something. " Thomas grunted, hope and dread both mingling as he opened the control mechanism for the crew select and transport towards the Recovery bay. And this time, he was given a sign of relieve as the system indicated the nominal lights across the board. Well, not entirely, but, everything that he needed was least there.

With the small recovery bay back here however, he had to be picky, he could pull up to five personal in for the wakeup procedure, and that could take up to 10 hours for a, well, proper recovery process. His was cut short, due to forcing his way through the last part, cutting it down to seven hours. But he couldn't do that with the entire staff, given the severity of possible side effects, something he was prone to feel and regret later on.

What was a little worrisome was that no pods were present for an emergency recovery, there should always be at least three pods here for the AI core to implement measures for eventual repairs and emergencies. And the only reason there were none here, must mean that, before the connection to the core went down, the AI Core must have decided on a different crew setting, but did not manage to finalize the exchange for the desired crew compliment. Though, the console he was at could not tell him anything about that.

" Well, let's see. What do I have to work with here? " He spoke to himself again, flipping through the available Engineering staff, as well as some from the more specialized command staff for the drone access, and lastly a military specialist that was more suited to handle the Haunt's, as, while of the ten they had loaded, most where AI driven, two of them required a pilot, as at times, a personal touch to certain situation was still good to have, especially since the AI was purely logic driven and considered even loss of human life a favourable outcome if it saved the mission at large, and he didn't trust that, even as someone that took part in its creation, at least for the New Horizon.

He wasn't surprised that the command specialists he found were mostly women, given their status, it has become pretty commonplace for them to hold higher ranking positions and leave more manual labour oriented tasks to the men. But most of them were pretty young, one as young as 17 even. And while most of the Colonisation crew was young, to grand a new Colonie's growth, leading personal was usually based on skill over age and, well, breed-ability.

" Selecting. Drone command Technician, Samantha Clarence. Selecting, Pilot, Jonathan Felder. " The voiced output started to announce as Thomas put together the first set of crew required to start on finding, and eliminating, the problems that the New Horizon suffered. And he felt a little sorry for the two young women that he selected. They may have been in command before, but for the men, some of whom may not have seen much action with a real life, natural-born woman. Well, there was bound to be trouble. And Thomas couldn't blame them. Especially not when the first pod entered the recovery bay.

Samantha Clarence was 19, and quite pretty. Didn't help her case that she, like anyone else, was naked in her pod, modesty being the least concern ever given to this system. Thomas could notice himself how his eyes devoured the bare form of the young woman, and thoughts formed about how he would just love to ruin that lovely creature. And the darker part of that stemming from how men were often looked down upon by plenty of the natural-born women.

The Idea wasn't alien to him, either. Had it not been for the situation they were in, he wouldn't mind showing that sweet thing just how much she needed to rethink her life. Not because he believed that the roles should be reversed, even if that seemed to have been the case a few hundred years back. Well, perhaps it was that too in part, but, the drive to have the chance to impregnate and have a natural offspring, it was strong, and so was the drive to assure the woman knew that, with how rare her breed was becoming, required to breed, and not attend fancy parties.

Fuck, was he really looking for an excuse why he should or should not help himself to her tight looking pussy ? Shit, there were bigger problems afoot, and he was getting a boner for the idea to fuck some chick until she knew herself as nothing but his toy. Well, she wasn't going to last long anyway. The women onboard were required to breed, and with a lower number of men available, she would soon find herself fortunate enough when her quota was reached and the selection of suitable breeding mates was being made for her.

What did it matter to him, anyway? He'd get to have some fun with one or the other of them, and perhaps, he would have the chance to start an actual family. Not the pretence of one with a clone, or some engineered fuck doll. No, a real family. Now, that would be something.

" Recovery process, commencing. Please refrain from accessing the immediate release area. Medical personnel, please report to Recovery Station 04 Minor. " The announcement from the computer sounded within the bay, alongside a message that should be sent shipwide to effected personal. But that part was unlikely to happen with the connection to the Core AI gone for now. But this meant, the first step was through, he just had to open the pods and inject these three men, and the two women with the lasting pain suppressant, and return here in about five to 6 hours to check on their progress. By then, they may even be awake.

So, next, was the Haunt. Fuck, he hated that beast.


Recovery Station.

If followed up to this point, Nimilia would find that Thomas, the crewman she spied on, was so deeply preoccupied in thought and the troubles that bothered him, that it wasn't hard for him not to take notice of her. But as it was obvious, he was preparing more crew to be pulled from their slumber, creating a likelihood of the ship to, somewhere soon, be staffed with a much more lively display of people roaming about. The way he stared at one of the naked women that was carried in on some sort of, claw suspended to a railing on the wall, was perhaps something of note for the Morph, as there was a certain degree of interest and fascination for the sleeping female. Certainly enough to awaken a growing interest for him within the lower region of his garment.

He did however, not indulge in this situation, perhaps even in part because of how thin and fallen in the woman looked. The sleep process reducing the passenger t only the most vital functions, so that, with the injections that were now set in motion, her body, like the other four, would go through a genetical reconstruction process that would gradually have her see a rejuvenation, back to her former self.

There was a chance that he gave her more thought soon as she was awake, but for now, Thomas would head to leave the Medical bay again. His aim being one of the two shuttle bays where the drone shuttles, and the spider mech like Multipurpose vehicle was stored, something he planned to reactivate to start an automated search process, and perhaps even initiate some initial repairs or least, clean-up process. Till he had enough crew available to take over such duties and help him to get access to the AI core back up and running again. That was, after all, his primary field of expertise.

 

[Nimilia]

Nimilia narrowed her gaze as she watched the man work some console, and set in motion the delivery of some strange devises that, only moments after, revealed that these where the sleep devises keeping the Crew alive for a prolonged time. Well, or as she thought of earlier, keep them essentially alive indefinitely. A process that, by her understanding, was being reversed once the inhabitant was awoken, so that their body begun slowly dying again.

And she noticed how the man was somehow, longing for the young woman that, despite her shrivelled looks, seemed to hold enough charm for him to grow, aroused.

Nim could only imagine how so little could mean so much to him, but recalling the social structure of theirs, the chance to breed her might hold enough reason for him to grow wanton desire for her. Or was it perhaps purely sexual ? What did it matter anyway, he wanted her, and Nim found it nearly a shame that he didn't go for her, as, in her mind, if he craved her, and she was not the property of someone else, he should lay claim on her, it was only the right thing to do.

Well, humans where different, so, that was something Nimilia would probably not understand so easily, and it seemed more logical to her in the end that he might just be waiting until her body was restored to it's former glory. Yes, indeed, that must have been it, as she was right now, her body would surely not be as pleasant to claim as it would be when she is, fully functional. Tight, responsive, and capable of breeding even.

Then again, was it that easy ? She did remember the archive suggesting quite openly that their society was, more or less, ruled by women, whom had power through their rarity alone. They where, in essence, near worshipped and given the reigns. And, that was why artificial beings where created to flood the marked for more, baser needs for the men. And women could pick and choose what, man meat they went to bed with.

Now, that was just odd to her. If that was the case, then they where no better then her. They where just, sluts, but disguised it under a nobler front. If you had essentially a harem of tasty man meat at your back and call for your every desire. No, a female ought to be claimed, protected, worshipped and used both. She should not need for anything other then to pleasure her mate, give him offspring, and feel save in his protective embrace.

Oh, there she was going again, her mind forcing her own value's onto others. And she noticed it, but the way this society worked sounded so, wrong. To Nimilia, a family should be that, a provider, a breeder, and offspring. A breeder, or rather female, needed to feel comfortable in her nest, but also grand herself to her mate in turn. That sounded the most logical for a, two gendered species, especially since their society, as she understood it, was build onto this very system. And those, ell, those like her, that craved more, those should be available to others too. Being shared, used, defiled.

No, No ! She was having those thoughts again. God, how long has she gone without such pleasures. If her former Mistress would see how easily she was falling into the same dirty, depraved pit once again, she would more then just cane her now. Oh well, not like she could be stopped now. But, perhaps she should put a fix in place here ?

Birth-rates where heavily in favour of Men, so, if she cheated a little, and reversed that trend by force, wouldn't that mean Women would be put on equal grounds again, even be devalued to the level that they understood the pleasures of serving again ? Well that might cause some evolutionary blockade there. After all, the heavy favouring male birth-rate may be related to their inhabitants unable to support their population. So this trend may reverse itself on it's own when they settle new worlds, least, on those worlds. While those, overpopulated, would see a decline in population until there was more room for growth again, or a stable ratio anyway.

Yes, that sounded like something of a reaction that could happen, and their genetic manipulation was probably not far enough to realize the right trigger sections within their own DNA. Well, Nimilia didn't know them either, but she could probably look for it, twist it about, and forcibly increase the birth-rates of women. But, should she ? If her assumption is right, there should be more women being born once they did settle a new world, if that was what this ship was actually doing.

Wait, such genetical triggers where influenced by what the mind perceived, right ? In part anyway. So, if she, instead of, altering that piece of information, simply made the female, want to breed, and be given the impression that there is room to expand and life in relative comfort, that should reverse the trigger on it's own without causing much harm. Yes, and if the space runs out to expand on to an extreme degree, it would still trigger the reduction of fertile wombs to be born.

Yes, that sounded good. Well, save for the fact that it required Nimilia to do something that she should not. But then again, the desire to see that young woman submit to a man that clearly desired to breed her. But, wouldn't that mean Nimilia was just creating competition for herself ? No, not really, she wasn't after breeding anyway, and luckily, the form she used, was considered a mere pleasure relieve, that was all she needed. And for it to work that way, she even made up her mind to pretend a lesser intellect, so she might experience the treatment their variation of living sex toys may have.

Thinking about it did give her a little giggle, but luckily it was being outperformed by the noise of the computer voice as it spoke. She swiftly silenced her enthusiasm, and kept watching as the man would finalize his work, to finally leave. Nimilia assuming he would do, something, to tend to the ship, and she hoped she would have a little time, given that she needed to insert a little, dependency into these two women at least. Yes, dependency, sexual dependency was a good start, a lovely thought that made her smile softly when entering the medical bay after the man left. She would need to get a little, intimate with these ladies biology.

 

[Nighthaven]

Stepping into the Observation deck of the Shuttle bay, Thomas wondered what kind of man it was to have dreamt up such a monstrosity. A tank, a multipurpose vehicle reliant on its eight legs for movement, and a diverse cast of differing suits that would be fit into its abdomen. Ranging from mere scout suits, to mining missions, construction suits, and even combat equipment, ranging from light troop transportation, to medium artillery.

It was outclassed by any other, more specialized equipment, but its sheer diversity in available mission settings made it indispensable equipment on many ships. And one could not deny its utility in combat, given its ability to position itself on terrain unsuitable for any other vehicle or even fixed positions.

When it came to the most proficiency in combat however, it was energy based anti-orbital fire, due to their dexterous movement, while kinetic armaments were usually less effective due to ammunition constraints. Even if the onboard fabrication system was capable to give a steady supply of those, as that was directly tied to the Haunt's ability to procure the required resourced from the surrounding area.

Yeah, Thomas wondered that he still had all these details in mind, given his distaste for the Haunt, and, looking out over the shuttle bay, he wondered again, what sick fuck ended up with its design.

" Warning. Unit's in storage are activating, please clear the deployment ramp. " The voice-over alarm echoed through the shuttle bay, as well as the sealed observation deck above it. Thomas enabling the remote controls and master command systems for the Haunt's so that, on the far right of the shuttle bay, the storage section for the haunts was opened.

And after selecting five of the AI controlled Haunt's for their boot-up sequence, Thomas could watch as the first Haunt begun to appear from behind the opened storage compartments. The light shimmer of light reflected on its black body, a near perfect imitation of a wolf spider, only color, size and the lack of the spider's body hair made them truly distinguishable. Even the eyes were there, four lower, used primarily for composition scan's, target acquisition and other tactical instrumentation, with two large ayes above, serving as its eyes, and another two above, granting a larger view range towards the sides and above itself. The lack of color not truly to make the size any less unsettling, the mere view of their movement shaking Thomas with some primordial fear of the predator it embodied.

" Yeah, never going to ever pilot one of those. " Thomas grunted, before a beeping noise told him that the Haunts were all active and ready for further commands, and he leaned to hit a button to give his command via voice input while thinking, yeah, famous last words.

" Your Mission Parameters, Lead Unit, H1. Mission, External Damage assessment. Secondary Mission, search and recovery of any Personal, Equipment, and reusable material within Proximity of the New Horizon. Living Crew is to be prioritized unless Critical failure of the New Horizon is detected. Direct communication with the ship is currently disabled, so proceed with the given orders till. " He input his command, and then considered for a moment, recalculating the time he might need to spend with the crew in the current recovery cycle, and the likelihood that he was going to select the next five crew members to awaken.

" Proceed with order until six hours from now, one unit for report will be sufficient. In case of critical issue's, direct connection to the ship's internal communication ports is permitted. " He finalized his command, allowing the reporting haunt to connect directly to the ship to use the internal communication system to alert him, something usually prohibited as their AI may otherwise be considered an intrusion by the ship AI. With the connection to the AI core gone however, that would not cause a problem for now.

For a moment Thomas remained within the observation deck, watching how the leading Spider tank turned to it's four subordinates and selected by itself, critical mission equipment for the parameters given, and how these then approached the two available equipment stations where their abdomen was severed from their torso, to outfit them with a different type, specialized in zero gravity movement and ship repair equipment. Those two frontal feelers of theirs already to remove their coverings to reveal a set of mechanical claws they would likely use to recover any useful material and Hyper sleep pods.

By the time he turned about, the first two of the haunts gathered before the shuttle bay's hangar doors, one of them manipulating the decompression mechanism, so that the hangar doors could be opened, and for them to step outside to, as Thomas imagined, crawl along the ships hull for a Damage assessment.

" Fuck. " Thomas cussed, no matter how much he told himself that they were just machines, watching them crawl about so lifelike, it simply gave him the shivers. Enough for him to turn about and leave the observation deck, and try approaching the other two medical bays on the lower deck, as hopefully, he may just be able to increase the number of crewman to be recovered from sleep. Even if only one of them is operational, it would already double the amount of crew he could recall to active service. After that, he should take a look at the current selection, as they should, by the time he is done, be close to regaining consciousness.

Recovery Station, 04 Minor. ( Engineering Crew Quarters )

Thomas, who was not aware of Nimilia's machinations, or her presence for that matter, would be occupied for a while. And the crew in their current recovery cycle were still left unconscious for a few hours, unlikely to awake even if one were to be forceful with them, given their genetic and drug induced sleep. The three men, and the two young women, helpless, as needles stuck into them to rejuvenate their body with new genetic imprints, and supply much needed material for a quick recovery and nutrition for the quickly rebuilding body mass, through respective tubes that were shoved down their throats.

Watching them closely, one might just watch how their body regrows fat and muscle mass, while organs restart, taking over bodily functions that had been managed through the Sleeping pod for the duration of their enforced sleep.

Each pod also displayed essential information of the passengers within, such as their name, age, gender and other common information such as their professions, Such as Samantha Clarence, and Ilya Miller, whom were the two women currently being recovered, at their respective ages of 19, and 24.

The Men were a little older, with Jonathan at 28, being the youngest, and Heinrich Alders at 42, being the oldest. Each of these selected primarily for their proficiency first, and their ability to impregnate the available women second, as there were more, dedicated younger males selected for the swift population growth of any new colony. Given the sheer gender imbalance on the ship however, it was likely that every man would find his joy and pleasure with the women available, which was reason enough for many of the more, riper men to have signed up with such a ludicrous cruise, given the high chance to not only have women to build a family with, but the dream of having plenty of them to take to bed. Something that would be near impossible for them on earth, unless satisfied with Infertile clones and designer sex dolls.

 

[Nimilia]

Nimilia approached the first woman among the two currently on display. Slowly to take in her appearance.

Samantha ( NSFW )

She was build nicely, and Nimilia felt a little jealous, looking at her chest, cupping her own to get a sense of the size difference. It wasn't by much, but Samantha had, more to toy with, coaxing Nimilia into reconsidering her own form again. But, shaking her head, Nimilia reminded herself not to give in, not to lie to herself. This was who she was, choose to be, and taking on another form, it would be just another lie.

" You really should be more aware of yourself. " The vixen whispered to the sleeping woman. Even if she was still under the recovery process, she had more womanly features, and Nimilia found it shameful that human's like her made such a big deal out of what they where.

Yes, that poor thing. Nimilia could understand that one would desire to choose the most suitable mate. But to be picky like what the archives suggested, to not even bother becoming the possession of a man, to please him, be of use to him, and give him offspring. That was something Nimilia could not fully grasp. A conflict of logic and emotions that where not fully understood by the morph. To Nimilia, it was clear that, as the, as she thought, weaker gender, it should be alluring to have a strong mate, protecting her, caring and cherishing her, and use her for pleasure, and the spawning of their future generation.

It irked her, especially since their kind had the pleasure of giving birth, unlike Nimilia, and even though she could, emulate the process, she had neither the capacity to fully understand the emotional turmoil a woman would go through, or the bond they created with their offspring and their mate through such an event. And the vixen was deeply jealous of it after having watched how deep such a bond could reach.

No, Nimilia had to fix this. This was, to her, all sorts of wrong. So, with her previous ploy, gaining a few idea's in addition, the Vixen would permit her tail to split, deform and extend, until the newly shaping appendages would snake around her slender form, causing the Vixen to moan in anticipation of the crime she was about to commit.

Nimilia, Tail Transformation ( NSFW )

" N-no. Behave. " She moaned out when one of this thick tentacle's of hers snaked down between her thighs, toying with her own womanhood in her desperate hunger to feel violated and used. She had to remind herself firmly that this form, her choose form, was still pure, and she desired for it to be taken from her, forcibly, ruthlessly. Taking it herself, it would satisfy her briefly, but not satiate her hunger for that misconceived imagery of desire and passion of hers.

" Don't Worry, Nim will fix you now. " The Vixen ushered, her tentacles reaching out to the sleeping woman, ensnaring thighs and hips with their warm, leathery appendages, only to forcibly make way for an even thicker appendage that, reaching between the helpless victim's legs, begun to cover itself in a form of lubricant.

" You'll be much better soon. " The Vixen chirped, and ruthlessly slams that thick appendage into the sleeping woman, starting to rape her with cruel, hard thrusts, giving her what she herself craved the most. And while doing so, the secretion of her appendage would invade the cell's of the young woman, spurring on an increased growth of nerves around her victims vaginal passage, forcing a growth of heightened sensitivity, a slight increase in muscle mass to greet a man with, and a slight increase in cells to provide vaginal lubrication.

Nimilia was overdoing it, her jealousy leaving her to discard her initial reasoning to implement just slight alterations to increase the rate females might be born with, and the willingness to mate. But what she was doing now, was more akin to breaking her victims ability to reason, turning her into something more, sexual, something easily subdued by men. And taught to be theirs to play with, creating the artificial need for her victim to become a mere possession.

And looking over at the other woman, she would smile mischievously. Thinking to herself that she had not forgotten about Ilya either. So that, only moments later, additional tentacles where spawned behind her, reaching out, slithering across the floor over to the other woman so she too would benefit from Nimilia's assistance.

Ilya ( NSFW )

Perhaps Nimilia might regret her little, experiment later on, maybe even feel guilty for the harsh change she was putting her victims through. But right now, looking over at the sleeping, naked men, she only felt aroused, proud even that she was being such a good Vixen, turning their female's into wanton slut's for their soon to be Masters.

And a gaze at the men's crotch made her wonder. Just how big might they get when they where aroused ? How would it feel ? Having them pin her down, ruthlessly invade her, and teach her the one purpose her body was made for ? It got her so incredibly wet, wish-dreaming of being outright raped, mercilessly, without concern for her, just used by them for their own satisfaction.

" Hurry up, Master. " The Vixen moaned out lowly, and it didn't matter whom of them would be able to seize her first. She just needed one of them to see her for the sex doll they would believe her to be, a stupid creature, made only for their satisfaction.

 

[Nighthaven]

Damn, both of the lower medical bays were not powered, and while in fact having pods at the ready, its inhabitant's had perished a long time ago. How long, Thomas couldn't tell, but the fact that these corpses were even mummified worried him a little. Worse, if the lower Medical bays were unpowered, then how many of the pods were in fact still working ? The system told him that quite a few pods were lost, but, if this sector of the ship had no power, then it should be the same for the Pod's stored within the sleeping bays on the same level. As, even if the bay reached across multiple floors in size, the pods stored within received power from their respective storage level.

" Fuck. " Thomas grunted, worried about the possible increase in loss of human life. And even more so that the system had made no indication of such critical failures. Were the sensory malfunctioning in any way that was, not detected by the system ? After all, the computer in the medical bay should have reported such a malfunction otherwise. Or, was there something else he might have overlooked ?

" God dammit, this is getting better by the Minute. " Thomas scoffed, trying one more time to see if he can't at least reroute the power supply for the Medical bay from a connector of the upper floor. Yet, despite getting the green lights on the then powered console, all he could notice was an increase in power drainage towards some unidentified system within the ship, causing the floor above to lose power as well. Disconnecting the system solved that problem as the systems in the level above powered up again, but there seemed no logical means to restore power to the floor he was currently on.

He needed the right specialist crew as this was not his forte, and under the current circumstances, he wondered if they were even still available. But there was little he could do about it for now. Heading back to the medical bay on the engineering level would be the best for now, and soon as the current crew was conscious, and could be transferred to regular beds, he could see about what crew was actually available to him.

" Yeah, no way around it. " He sighed, shaking his head as he turned around to leave. Planning to, for the next cycle, call up pods specifically of the current level and below, specialist or not, he needed to know if the pods were actually still working, or had turned into mere coffins by now.

And so, Thomas begun to make his way back, with one approximately one hour to go before the crew should regain consciousness, with four to five hours afterward till they had fully regained their bodily functions, it would be some time till he had what he needed to start repairs and recovery in earnest on the New Horizon.

Recovery Station, 04 Minor. ( Engineering Crew Quarters )

It was about 15 minutes later that Thomas approached the medical bay again, unaware yet of what was going on inside, and surely not expecting to see what Nimilia was up to. Especially not give that he was unaware of her presence so far. And as he expected to be the only one awake at the moment, he had no need to put much care in his step, leaving his approach to be easily heard.

 

[Nimilia]

Nimilia giggled to herself as she kept on toying with the two sleeping women. Samantha already somewhat of a mess as the Vixen came up with some additional adjustment idea's, such as increased sensitivity to the woman's breasts. It gave her jealousy some form, as her extra appendages focused two of them on those soft orbs, covering them as a whole in a sort of, suction pod that squeezed, kneaded and soaked them with a solution to increase their sensitivity.

The Morph herself leaned onto the side of the pod, smiling sheepishly down at the sleeping girl, watching her handiwork, and how she was squirming, moaning too, while still asleep. And Nimilia liked to think that her victim was having some naughty dream, while the morph ruthlessly shaped and trained the young woman to become much more receptive toward men.

She did perhaps go a little to far there, as, with how much she was enjoying this show, she was getting likely close to break her victim, whom had unwillingly climaxed a few times already, making quite the mess within the pod. And if Nimilia kept pushing like this, her victim might never truly be capable of any comprehensive thought, aside from the sheer hunger for intimacy.

Ilya was not faring much better, even if her adjustments where focused on the internal structure of her womanhood, yet with the constant thrusting, the violation through Nimilia's thick appendage, the woman too was conditioned in her slumber to long for that very violation.

However, that training session of hers, it came to an sudden stop when her ears picked up the sound of steps, gradually growing closer. Prompting her to quickly retract her unusual additions, safe for one to each girl, whom quickly hurried to soak up the mess they created between the women's legs, and remove any obvious prove of the Vixen's misdeeds.

And in the meantime, Nimilia looked about with a sense of urgency, unsure what to do as there was no obvious hiding spot in sight for her. And while she could have attempted to disguise herself as part of the medical bay itself, the risk felt to high for her to be discovered as she had failed to register the structure and purpose of many of the Displays and consoles around, and one who knew this place might easily discover her.

With a sigh she realized that this was perhaps the perfect moment to introduce herself as one of the creatures that the humans should know. And with that, realizing that it might lead to satisfying her urges at last, she most eagerly returned to her wingless form so that she may possibly give herself off in the best, and most needy of lights.

Nimilia ( NSFW )

When Thomas would enter the bay, Nimilia had already placed herself into plain sight for him, bend over the edge of Samantha's pod in a seemingly, helpless attempt to climb into it. Light moaning noises given from her as she would try to lick at the sleeping woman's vaginal flower. With her rear displayed towards the entry into the Medical bay, so that her arousal, and that tail, flailing about in search of balancing the Vixen's 5'4" tall frame was shown off. A somewhat, helpless attempt to climb into the pod.

It was her way of, giving a show towards a lesser intellect, barely capable to use the tools she was given, yet so driven by ingrained, near programmed lust that she would seek to taste of a human woman's flower, and seek intimate contact with her. And while unsure if this would be, close enough to what the real Genetically engineered sex dolls would be like, she felt quite assured by the knowledge she garnered from the archive. The rest, she would simply have to learn by watching and listening to the crew-members that would gradually be awoken.

She scolded herself in hindsight, given that she should have done so with one of the sleeping men instead, but at least this would possibly explain Samantha's still present moaning, light as it was.

 

[Nighthaven]

Recovery Station, 04 Minor. ( Engineering Crew Quarters )

Thomas entered the Medical bay, still a little peeved that he could not increase the rate at which he could retrieve crew for active service. It occupied his mind plenty enough so that he did not notice Nimilia at first, despite how stark the contract of her fur seemed to be against the gray, white and bluish colors of the medical bay. But then he did notice the light noise of a moan, after which the clanking nice of metal, likely due to the Vixen's flailing, truly directed his attention to its source.

And what he found before him confused him. Initially to have assumed that one of the crew had perhaps regained consciousness a bit early, or that one of them was just stirring uneasily with the pod's appliance of gene-therapy solutions. But a furred creature, flashing him, seemingly unintentionally, with her bare ass.

" T-the heck ? " He spoke in open bafflement, his mind taking a moment to identify the creature as what she most likely seemed to be. Which then arose the question, how she even got aboard, given that such creatures were usually not brought along on Colony ships.

" What the hell, do you think you're doing there. " Thomas near shouted, approaching the creature with swift steps to grab her in a hurry, fearing that she might interrupt the recovery process or worse, cause irreparable damage to its inhabitant. Though in his hurry his grip was being chosen poorly as his left hand grabbed her by her buttocks, with fingers reaching close to her labia, where he touched, but in his hurry, not yet registered the wet warmth of her arousal.

His other hand grabbed her by the hair to yank her upward, and then swiftly shove below her chest, so he could lift her off the pod, and put her down. Only to realize that she seemed to be soaked between her thighs. Which did cause him to look quite a bit surprised when his hands released her, giving him a moment's pause as he looked at his now glistening fingers.

" The Hell ? " He spoke in his surprise, and then finally took the moment to look over the creature before him. A Vulpine model of a breed sex doll, and a clearly aroused one. It did prove his initial assumption as correct, but he still could not believe to face one on a colony ship.

" Now where the hell did you get onboard ?! " He would demand from this, sex doll. And then remembered, many of them were not able of proper speech, and those that were, could only use a broken type of speech that wasn't really one. Just a trained reaction, a trick you could train a dog to perform, or more accurately, the mimicry of sounds, like certain birds seemed capable off, but who were likely even unaware of what the word's meaning even was.

" Shit, like I don't have enough problems already. " He hissed, placing his right hand's middle and index finger onto his temple to massage it in small circle's, feeling as if he was getting a headache.

How the hell did a sex doll get onboard ? It could have only been that she was smuggled in, so there was likely some sleep pod within the cargo section. That meant however that, somehow, there was a large supply of sustaining material with her, so, a large cargo container. Space that should, or could, have been used for something else.

More importantly, however, how was she awake then ? Did the pod run out of material to sustain her, and initiate an emergency recovery ? Fuck, whatever shithead dared to smuggle her on board, he, or she, was better not amongst the surviving crew. Thomas being quite upset about the issue, but, with a sigh, that anger was quickly subsiding again. She was here, and there was no way they could rid themselves of her, unless they were planning to throw her out of the airlock. And, looking her over, she might be even useful. If the male crew mingled too much with the women, there was bound to be, incident's with the current setting.

And, admittedly, she had a nice build. Young somehow, and a little too, petite for his usual taste, as he felt a woman should have a little more meat on her bones. But it did give her a sort of, innocent charm, that did get him, kind of, aroused. However, he did find the face a little disturbing, he never understood how someone could enjoy taking something to bed that looked like an animal, and often had the same, if somewhat increased intelligence level as one.

It probably made them easier to fuck probably, as they may have no moral implications tied to such, and her body, though covered in fur, was human enough. And for Thomas right now, it was sure enough to least consider if he should let off some steam, he would need to be idle for a while longer anyway. That, and it would get his mind off the naked woman he saw earlier. Samantha, she looked quite, fuckable in his mind, when imagining how nice she must really be when her body had recovered.

 

[Nimilia]

Nimilia was squealing on the inside when she was lifted, pulling her labia apart on one side, which gave the Vixen a needy shudder. That grab by the hair, that rough handling, she craved it, wanted more of it. As purpose driven as his action may have been, it gave her hope that maybe, she was in for a rough claim, and she was so starved for a bit of manhandling of her form.

But, instead of laying her down to have his way with her, bend her over, or least feel her up more intimately, this man simply put her down, his hands even to leave the feel of her soft fur. leaving her to openly whimper in disappointment.

Nimilia had been smart enough to have lowered the capacity of her vocal cords before the man had entered however, so that, when she initially reacted with the intent to speak, Please, use me, Master, all that was released was a series of inconsistent noises, some chirping, ah's and oh's, and strange, yelping sounds that some may even consider cute, or comparable to that of a pleading animal begging for attention from it's owner.

Nimilia's fur was, if he had taken notice of it when he touched her, less of a protective, climate oriented purpose, and was softer then it should be. It lacked the distinctive feel of hair or fur, being more flexible and easily disheveled. Like it was made to be touched, petted and grabbed into for hold. It may have been to short to provide proper grip by itself, but Nimilia had, even before she begun to desire sexual intimacy, adjusted her chosen form to be pleasant to look at, to touch and use, if, for the most part, subconsciously seeking for herself to be noticed and desirable even to the touch.

She had no need to protect her form from the elements as she usually had her wings to keep her warm, and otherwise simply avoided climates that were to hot or cold for it. And even if she should evade doing so in her current situation, if she truly needed to be within such climates, she could simply add protective garments, or change her form entirely to suit her surrounding.

Right this moment, these abilities remained hidden, and she had no intention of revealing them. But feeling quite desperate for more of what his grip had unintentionally promised, she was determined to fully abuse the pretense of low intellect as the man just stood there, she needed him to want her, use her, and see her as nothing but a tool for his more intimate needs.

She boldly dared to lean closer to him, lap at his left hand that had been stained by her arousal. Even placing her left hand against his crotch where it sought to feel for his manhood, and massage it through his uniform, while her other hand reached down on herself to feel over her own needy vagina, teasing it's labia with the urgent sense that she needed to feel it forced open in service of a man's brutish lust for her. Or even just for that tight hole itself.

Heck, she did not care if he wanted nothing but that hole between her legs, the idea even arousing her to think that he might just fuck her, and toss her aside once he was done, just needing her when he felt the urge to be relieved of his lesser urges. She just needed him, his girt, forced inside her, so she would be made to feel how much her body pleased him, how greedily he needed her, for her body to satisfy him, and to taste it, worship it, as it so kindly permitted her to feel so good when inside her.

And this desperation was as honest from her as it could get, given her inability to restrain her need that was, part trained into her through her former Mistress, and part of her own urges for the degradation she received then. The unbridled sexual desire she received when she was handed around.

Pinned down and raped when she didn't understand it then, only for her to find pleasure in it from the very first moment. So much, she was eventually forced to become little more then a prostitute as her Mistress was unable to correct Nimilia and her incessant desire to outright trick men into violating her and her misguided concept of desire, and the feeling of being desired.

Her form, back then, Disguised as a more feline creature, had been thoroughly violated, and recognized easily as a nymphomaniac slut one could easily use and abuse through her own lack of inhibition. And now, she was caving in, and permitting the form she had so closely guarded all this time, to show this lack of self control as she openly moaned when seeking the attention of the man before her.

 

[Nighthaven]

" You little. " Thomas groaned, and then stopped himself as he found himself being molested by this, vixen. Her hand massaging against his crotch, which gave rise to a more firm indication of arousal for him, and an increasing suggestion that, perhaps, it was fine to just let loose on her. And little as he liked the idea before, to have some, artificial, animalistic fuck doll bend over for him, the way she acted and moaned right now, it was very helpful in considering that it may be ok after all.

Yeah, it wasn't like he needed to care for her, or want her, he just needed that, tight looking pussy of hers, and it clearly looked ready for the taking, wanting even. Still a little inhibited as he saw her as more of an animal than a person, but that seemingly desperate, if wordless pleading of hers for him to take her, it sure was playing its charm on him.

The lapping at his hand however, did put him off a little. It caused him to raise an eyebrow at that female plaything, and openly wonder if there was some dog within her genetic makeup. Well, she was made to act like a pet, which was more of a niche, as usually they were sold only for one purpose. A cheap, affordable toy in a man's bed, simple to train, unlikely to ever deny your advances, and in more ways than one, eager to partake in the intimacy they were exploited for. And right now he could see how most wouldn't give a fuck about how these beasts were made to be slaves. Essentially pre-programmed to be incapable to deny the nature forced upon them. And perhaps even, like a mere animal, adapting to this niche in a way of, coexistence with their creators, even if it meant that some of them were abused to the point that they were, essentially, fucked and raped to death in some cheap brothels.

" Come here. " He grunted, grabbing the Vixen by the back of her neck, pulling her to stand back upright. Which then permitted him to grab at her muzzle with his right hand, and force a finger between her lips on each side to inspect her fangs, which he found a little too, threatening for his liking as, if she was not trained, or in some form inhibited to close her maw to tightly, it would end with a very painful experience for a man.

" Nah. Not going to happen. " He grunted, openly deciding against his initial curiosity if that muzzle was more than just a reminder of what species she was based upon. But having given into that much of his curiosity already, he would finally cave in, and yank her by the neck to follow along, until he could forcibly bend her over one of the nearby medical beds. And then hold her there, face down against its covers, while his left hand begun to work his uniform open for at least a quick indulgence in the more human parts of her physic.

 

[Nimilia]

Nimilia could not help herself, moaning wantonly as he did not stop her from taunting his manhood, feel it grow even under the seemingly uneducated touch of her hand that dared tease him to loose his inhibition. And it did seem to work, the growing erection, and the way his eyes inspected her body giving enough reason for her to expect his reaction to shift soon, to seize and use her for what he thought she must have been created.

Oh, that idea was assuring her arousal would not falter, and she could feel growing weak on her legs, daydreaming for him to grab and violate her mercilessly. Oh, and how much she wanted him not to tread her as equal here, she needed that, the informal use of her body, like he had every right to her. The rough, merciless act, far more preferred to a gentle mating. As, while the latter was nice, it often felt like it was mere foreplay to her, or a service she would give when she was ordered to please someone.

Yes, gentle loving, was when it was her duty to please, and she actually loved it then. But right now, she needed to be taken charge of, and be forced to submit, before she would allow herself to be truly control by him, or any of the men that she might meet here.

Which reminded her, there was something about sex dolls, and bonding in the archives. So, she probably would have to accept him as her owner if he took her now. Hopefully that meant he would treat her as property then, and have the inclination to treat her like she assumed these human's would their sex dolls.

Such thoughts where quickly interrupted when he took hold of her muzzle, forcing it to open wider, which gave the Vixen a shiver, and a look of slight confusion as he was inspecting her for her fangs, teeth that could cause harm if not used carefully. And the words that followed indicating that he would not care to try it out, which was, kind of disappointing for her. But she felt that the last word wasn't spoken in that matter.

Nimilia did not need to be occupied by this sting of disapproval for long, as the man, Thomas as she could read from his uniform, took her to bend her over the edge of some bed nearby, causing her to shiver once again, if this time, out of pure delight.

It caused the vixen to moan deeply, and with a quivering breath. her body melting as a whole when she felt how his hand kept her to keep down, while a curious and hopeful glance back to him told her what was about to happen. He took her up on her indirect invitation. And, eager for it to finally happen, she would lift her tail to the side to put her drooling womanhood on display, pushing her rear up as she would support it onto her tiptoes. And her right hand even reached down, a loud moan released as she spread her labia pleadingly for him, perhaps to even reveal for his viewing-pleasure that the creature before him was still untouched by another, least, in this body.

Though the noises that where released from her, aside from some obvious moaning, would sound, even to her, like a form of unintelligible chirping and groaning.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Well. You sure know how to present yourself. " Thomas remarked as he loosened the front of his uniform, pulling the zipper down until his boxer-briefs came into view. Himself to feel excited as he watched that beast part her Labia in offering. A little surprised as well, given her action seemed to suggest that she was not merely fully aware of his intention, but invite him to it in a more, human way. The concept of teasing or being sexually playful simply did not seem to fit with what she was, or was meant to represent. But then again, that made this so much easier on him to give her what she wanted, and who knows, maybe that was just a result of training she had received before she was sold as a product.

" Then, eat it right up, fuck doll. " He would grunt as he pulled his erection free, the pressure against her back growing firmer as he steps in a little closer, and tease a meaty eight inches up against the pink flesh revealed by her spread labia. Just to enjoy the feeling of that wet warmth for a moment, and to see how she might react to it, as he was at least curious how much this beast in human shape, truly understood what he was going to do to her.

But them unaware that she was a virgin, as he did not bother to look quite as closely, he would press the tip up to that leaking entryway to her inner sanctum, and selfishly thrust forward, tearing past her hymen to feel that needy cunt wrapping around his girt.

" Y-yeeheees. " He hissed out, as it had been some time since he had gotten to take a woman to bed, even before his term on the New horizon begun. And he had to admit, even when he had little love for these engineered sex dolls, that pussy felt god-damn good right now.

" That's what you have been craving, hm ?! " He moaned loudly as he looked down at her now stuffed pussy, enjoying the view of how her labia were spread around his girt, and then over her back, to watch and feel how that poor thing would take to the serving that was being taken from her. His left hand taking charge of the base of her tail, abusing it like a handle, and then crudely add thrust after short, hard thrust to drill himself hard into her, just to try and bury all of his length into this incredible tightness that was so eagerly offered to him.

" F-fuck, you're, god-damn, tight. " He moaned, shuddering a little as that fit was really something else to him, and he could at least see now how they became so popular as pet's and outright sex slaves. Their price was usually pretty low too. And he had to admit, little as he cared for fur, the feeling of hers was, pleasant, nothing like he would have expected from an animal hybrid. Softer than what he recalled of actual animals he had the chance to pet and touch. Though he wondered still if she would reek like some wet dog when that fur was soaked, he never really liked that stench.

" Fuck it. " He groaned, shifting his hold onto her as his right hand now took hold of her tail's base, and his left shifted over to hold onto her left hip. There was no point worrying about details right now, she was wet and ready for this, and he just needed her that hole between her legs now to let off steam.

So finally, just looking to enjoy himself with her, he drew his hips back, and begun to fuck her, to take her with long yet quick strokes that each resulted in him slamming hard against her presented ass, pleased to watch her buttocks quake with each impact, and listen to the sound of the, through her fur, dampened impact of bare skin on furred skin.

 

[Nimilia]

Nimilia shudders the moment she could feel Thomas manhood teasing her sensitive flower, hear breath quivering with the sheer anticipation of what she hoped to happen next, craving for him to plunge in, and take advantage of her. For him to take advantage of her and use her selfishly. And if he did so, to take responsibility of her, cherish and abuse her both.

And damn, while this combination was rare, he went off to a good start when he finally forced his way into her. her whole body would ache and grow tense for a moment as it hurt when he so ruthlessly tore the misconceived prove of her virginity, and even dared to hammer himself deeper with each thrust, with no mercy to her as she yelped and chirped out in discomfort and light pain.

A good kind of pain, as, to the Vixen, this was exactly what she was starving for. That sheer disregard for anything but his own pleasure, that made er feel, both, desired, and merely a tool to him. her body embracing his girt as she clenched so hard down on it, both with the initial pain, and the sheer desperation she felt to finally have a man, not shy to hurt her for his own pleasure, and, as she so deeply hoped for, use her until she was the perfect fit for him.

That perverse, even masochistic lust of hers, hyping her desire to be turned pleasure Slave again up so much, that, when he had driven all of himself into her, she would succumb to a hard climax, the mixture of pleasure and pain so delightful to the morph that she was unable to even pretend her need for more of this. And while the pain she so worshiped this moment, was not something she would want for in general. It was an integral part in her desire to be claimed, to feel like mere property, as it told her clearly, no matter what it takes, her only purpose was her owners pleasure.

Please, break Nim, Master, she would try to speak, but only to release more of that moaned chirping and a garbled mess of noises. Yet already reversing her own behavior to a time where she learned not to see herself as a person, but only an item, and referring to herself as such as she begun to even think of herself in the third person again. Her desire for this to become far more then it might be, already driving her mind crazed with that single focus of her depraved urges, showing herself in her at her most desperate as she was given a mere taste of what she longed for.

And when he took hold of her tail's base, and seized her by the hip just to begin the actual act, she would push her rear up as high as she could to receive every little bot of his girt, internally worshiping it with both body and mind. The feeling of discomfort of her body still trying to cope with his size, and the sheer delight that coursed through her smaller frame like an electric surge, each time he met her buttocks with his, leaving the Vixen's maw agape in a cacophony of moans, short quick breathing, and the occasional voicing of discomfort as she was being forced to grow accustomed to her, as she desired to think, owner's girt.

She even reached a second climax during the initial phase of his claim on her, truly showing herself as most desperate for the very act that she was put through. Even as her left hand would try to push back against Thomas, in a mere defensive reflex, with only the light stain of blood on his girt likely to suggest that this Vixen, or least her body, was not quite so experienced as the Vixen's mind was

 

[Nighthaven]

" D-damn, that is, well-made. " Thomas moaned, surprised that this creature reached her climax, and twice already. And the harder he was trying to fuck her, the tighter she seemed to become. It appeared like, under his assumption, that she was truly one of those sex dolls being created and sold for the masses, she was entirely purpose build, and trained, or smart enough to act human during the act. That, or he may need to give her more credit in her use of her limbs, which could still be chalked up to the fact that part of her creation was based on human DNA, and he should likely not underestimate her capacity to learn more, complex tasks with those limbs she was given.

Still, she clearly didn't seem to like his initial intrusion, the way her body seemed to move, it suggested that he hurt her. But that only made her climax, and even now, she was a defensively squirming mess that loudly moaned, in her strange animalistic way, as he took her.

" Born, and, breed, to be a slut. " He admitted, as that seemed like a plausible part of their marketing. The opposite of natural-born women, and even most Clones. These sex dolls were truly purpose built for this, and least for now, he didn't mind that.

" Guess, I'll be getting, some use, out of you. " Thomas admitted, as much as he had looked down on this artificial, living sex doll, he could not deny that it was, pleasant to fuck her. And that wanton behavior was everything he could think of wanting from a woman in bed. Fuck, that really stroked his male ego how loudly this, fuck doll, was voicing her delight to be used like this.

" Damn. " He groaned out, needing to shift his hold again to have more control of her movement, so that he would seize her by both of her hips. And resuming his rough pounding into her then, he would firmly tug her rear back against his thrusts, fucking her, hard and fast, near violently so, just to use that incredibly tight pussy to get off with.

" Yes. " He would moan, managing to realize in his lust driven act that, as a sex doll, naturally she was made to be the perfect image of that which a man desired to have in bed. And while not all men would look for such pure lust driven pleasures, those that did, would find these beasts quite suitable. Now, if she could grant the usual comfort and companionship that would come with an actual woman, this would truly be something that could grand replace even Natural born women in bed, and delegate them purely to breeding. Even though, he had to admit, the feel of bare skin over fur was still something he would prefer, and that muzzle left him weary about more pleasant activities in bed that a woman could perform with her mouth, even if just through a simple kiss.

" F-fuck ! " He groaned, feeling the peak of his pleasure rushing toward him, and still managing to wonder if it was just his need for a fuck that made him appreciate this living sex toy so much right now. But if anything, she might grant a distraction amongst the crew, and assure that the female crew was left unharmed by the men, given that plenty of them would eventually crave some affection, and that, from women that are usually quite spoiled and, less inclined to accept a man unless it was on their terms.

" Oh, yesss. " Came his next moan, his body tense for a moment after he had thrust into the Vixen for one last time, just to shudder with delight as he finally got to release himself inside her, painting her inner walls with his seed. And it is only at this time that his gaze falls back onto that hole he has been abusing. At first, using his thumbs to pull her buttocks apart a little, to see how well that tight pucker of hers might stretch, but then noticing the light discoloration of the white fur on her labia, and curious, he does pull back a little, just to realize he just had broken in a new toy. And if he remembered right, these dolls usually had a sort of, social bonding to the one they mated with first that left them to consider that person their owner.

" Ah, god, damn. " Thomas sighed in between his attempt to catch his breath again. Not only did he just break someone else's property in, but she was going to latch onto him now ? Well, he honestly wasn't sure he wanted that, while fun to fuck when you just need something tight to use, he actually assumed she would end up as some whore replacement for the male crew. Which, she probably still could, but she would be coming back to him, unless he made very clear that she was not her owner. And if he recalled right, that could push these creatures into a form of, depression. They could bind to a new owner, but with their first around all the time, it would be getting pretty damn hard to get her weaned out of that notion.

At least, if she had truly been one of these created sex dolls, but Thomas was not aware yet of the finer details there.

 

[Nimilia]

Oh dear heavens, this was so, good. It was scratching so many itches for Nimilia, To hear him calling her a slut, to listen to how much it pleased him to use her. And that hard, seemingly careless fucking that he so Informally put her through.

Nimilia mind was screaming Yes, over and over again, while her muzzle was locked in a wide open state, moaning and releasing an incoherent series of garbled noises as she struggled with the incredible pleasure of that body, she identified as herself with, was being deflowered, defiled, and treated like a mere plaything. And even if she had means of escape, of disguise even, it felt so much more intense and humiliating knowing that this form would be known, least by some, as a mere tool for a man to use.

How badly she craved for the full experience of this. A collar on her neck, words, degrading and demeaning her while she was being taken by force, and taught that she was little more then cock sleeve to her new owner. Just how it had been the first few time's when she was enslaved and taught that the pleasure of another was her only true calling. And while she had not known back then how true it was, she loved and drunk in every single moment of this sensation now.

Within that misguided, trained desire, the vixen basked in the feel of every single stroke of the man inside her, clenching down on his girt with the intense desire for this moment to never end, the pure bliss of it getting her outright drunk with the desire to be thoroughly violated until she was just a panting heap of fur and cum.

And when Thomas finally reached his orgasm, Nimilia would join in with a strong climax of her own, her whole body shuddering and aching her stomach downwards against the medical bed, with her head leaned up in a loud moan. With her tight passage spasm and clenching around his girt with the intense desire to feel his warmth painting her insides, finally to feel the true self she protected for so long, to become seen as the slut, she's always just been in secret.

But, she wasn't satisfied yet. Looking back at the man that just broken her in, she changed that defensive stance of pushing back with her left hand, to grabbing at his garment, craving to hold him close to her, to have him explore and use her more.
her gaze pleadingly directed at him as she was still caught up catching her breath, panting quite hard with the attempt, and just barely managing to keep her mind sane enough to long for herself to be utterly defiled and degraded into her new role.

More. She tried to say, but still remaining unclear with her modified ability to voice her desire. her mind however pleading for him to truly break her. Surely the man was not satisfied just yet, right ? She wouldn't mind, if he forced himself down, into her tight behind, or grabbed her muzzle and ruthlessly repurposed it as just another hole to fuck, and feed her his delicious cum. Maybe make her violate herself with some toy, just for his viewing pleasure, or bend her over, spank her and tell her what a filthy creature she was, just to, outright rape her when she was made to admit that she was everything he made her out to be.

It all was reflected with a series of pleading yelping sounds as the Vixen was so incredibly horny for this, so that little made sense to her other then the need for him to approve of her as that lowly, nymphomaniac beast that she was deep down. And it was perhaps a good thing that Nimilia had locked down her ability to speak for now, or she would have, in her desperation, revealed herself and plead the man openly abuse her until her mind could no longer comprehend this pleasure, to exhausted to truly be of any use even.

But, where words failed to be conveyed, her body would try to speak volumes, as the Vixen in her utter desperation, begun moving her hips, trying to gyrate in small circles, while moving, what little she could, back and forth, trying to ride on his girt with what was still within her, willingly showing him that she was willing, and hungry for more, even if her tight vaginal canal felt somewhat overly sensitive at the moment. It simply had been to long since she had the pleasure to show her truest, most depraved desire, and that trained urge to feel how someone desired her, intimately, and most of all, sexually.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Oh, you little. " Thomas groaned, feeling the sex doll before him try to lock him in place with that furred hand of hers, while moving her hips so greedily. Like she was now the one trying to take him for a ride and take advantage of the girt inside her. It caused him to moan out in a mixture of delight with how eager that little thing was, surprising his expectations even as she craved more despite how ruthless he has been with her body.

It sure gave him a boost to have this, young woman, as he assumed, demand to experience more from him. Even if she, in his eyes, was merely created for this act, he could see why these cheaply produced sex dolls did in fact enjoy such a high demand. If they all were all like this, they could easily outperform any human woman in bed.

Damn, if he wasn't currently on the booster, and in top condition, he would even gladly take her up on that offer. But claiming her as rough as he did, he felt a little exhausted, and his involuntary shift had essentially just started, there were more pressing matters to attend to right now. Looking at one of the nearby screens, he did figure out that little time had passed however, and that insistent movement of her hips, trying to fuck him on her own accord, did a number on his initial determination to leave this at a quick relieve.

" Fuck it. Come here, Fuck meat. " Thomas moaned with a hint of frustration, leaning over the humanoid vixen, so he could grab both of her wrists, and forcibly pull them onto the table besides her head, pinning that smaller creature down below him.

" Let's see, how sturdy you really are ! "He moaned rather loudly over her, pulling his hips back to withdraw from her freshly deflowered womanhood, and blindly try to aim for her quite cute looking ass in search for that tight opening between her buttocks.

After a few failed attempts to thrust into her however, he grew a little impatient, releasing her right wrist to reach down and secure his girt up against her tight pucker, and cruelly then thrust forward, outright brutal in his attempt to claim her anally. And soon as he could feel his tip breaking past her tight sphincter, his right hand would seek to recapture her right wrist, locking the sex doll down as he adds one thrust after another to drill himself mercilessly into that eager little thing, even if she would put up resistance now with how much he might be hurting her, with the intent to outright rape the poor thing. After all, sex was the one purpose she was created for, and if anything, maybe this will save him the trouble of being considered her owner.