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Semi-Willing Labor

For FlimFlamFun5

By Draconicon

Carlos groaned as the ship continued its low rumble beneath his feet. The vibrations were still strong even hours after leaving atmosphere, and the sensation just refused to die away. He was starting to think that he'd be spending the entire journey - something that was supposed to take upwards of a year - with his feet tingling and half-dead to the world from the constant hum beneath them. The German Shepherd rubbed his face, all but fantasizing about the moment when his hosts would call him in for the sleep procedure.

It shouldn't take too much longer, surely. The other dorm mates that he'd been brought up with had already been called out, and he was the last one remaining. Hell, he might be the last one left on this deck. The others had been gone for...how long now? Since before they had left atmosphere, surely. They'd started calling passengers down for the induction procedure ever since boarding, from what he remembered.

"How long can it take to -"

"Passenger Carlos Sinclair. Please report to the Induction Lab on Deck 5."

"Finally."

The shepherd stood up, adjusting the blue jumpsuit that they'd all been given upon check-in, and made his way out of the dorm. The hallways were cylindrical enough to make it seem like they were all taller than they actually were, and walking through them felt almost like he was going to fall over with every step since it made the hallways feel like they were leaning forward, sloping downhill despite being completely even. He stumbled more than once, and he had to catch himself on the wall with the dizzying sensation of the ship's architecture.

"Least we're sleeping our way through the stars..."

It was the only way to get from point A to point B when the destinations were more than a few planets away. It was one thing to fly within the system, moving from one planet to its neighbor, but if you were going any further, you needed to be on one of the Anacrit ships, like this one.

He hadn't been born yet when the Anacrits first showed up, but they'd been key to the expansion of the anthro species across the galaxy. They offered a chance for someone to sleep, well-rested and well-preserved, for literally years. It beat cryo-sleep by a long margin, and there was far less chance for critical failure with the help of the Anacrits.

Of course, there was the slight issue of the fact that they weren't using tech to put people into that restful state of mind. Nobody quite knew what the Anacrits did, but it worked, and the aliens didn't ask for payment for what they did. Since everyone did end up at their destination safe and sound, nobody bothered questioning how it happened. Nobody wanted to rock the only safe boat of getting people to and from one end of the galaxy to the other, not when it seemed so good.

He followed the corridor to an elevator, taking it up to Deck 5. The trip was short, but the view was good. The transparent hull opened out to the nebulous blue sea of space that bordered the local planets, an impossibility of space geometry that attracted all kinds of people as a result. He took a moment to enjoy it, then shrugged it off as the elevator dinged at its destination. Back to reality, he hustled down the corridor, hoping that the Induction - whatever it was - didn't hurt.

He reached the lab and tapped the screen outside. A beep followed, and the door opened. He poked his head around the corner and found himself face to face with -

"Kevin?"

The poodle that he'd come up with turned around, but his eyes were funny. Half-open, at best, and with more of a stiff way of moving than he remembered the oddly-elegant, poofy canine having before, Kevin still smiled. And that only made it worse. It felt like looking at someone that was starring in some old cheesy horror movie.

"Kevin...what's going on?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just helping out with the Induction."

"How? It's Anacrit tech."

"Yeah, but it's not that hard. And they want me to."

"They? Where are they?"

He looked around, rather surprised at the completely empty lab. He'd expected some sort of alien species moving around, considering that they were supposed to be running the ship and the various tech on it. The whole thing was supposed to be crewed by Anacrits, from the bridge to the science labs, but aside from Kevin, the whole place was empty. Not even drones to help man the less important machinery. The only thing that stood out besides the blank walls and Kevin was a flat-topped table that stood in the middle of the room, one with a hole just under where one might have rested their ass. He arched an eyebrow, looking the poodle in the eye and shaking his head.

"You gotta be kidding."

"I'm sorry. Kidding about what?"

"There's no way that the Induction means ramming something up my ass."

"Well, I'm afraid it does -"

"Nuh-uh. No way. Not happening."

"I'm afraid that you signed up to it before you were brought onboard." Kevin wasn't even talking like himself anymore. The poodle offered his hand. "Come on. Let's get this done. It's not that bad, really. It's just a little bit awkward, nothing to worry about, nothing to get upset over."

"It's not - you - let go of me!"

Yet, even as he struggled, Kevin's hand tightened that much more around his wrist. He was pulled to the table without any means of pushing the other man away, and before he realized it, he was already pinned down, strapped onto the table. His tail and his ass hung out through the hole in it, and Kevin shook his head as he tapped the edge of the table. Metal restraints came out, clicking shut around Carlos's ankles and waist, his wrists and neck. In short order, he was completely pinned.

"You bitch! Let me out of here!"

"It will only take a moment, Carlos. Please. Just relax. There's no harm waiting for you here."

"It's a fucking - GAH!"

Something had buzzed him just beneath the table, and before he knew it, his ass was completely exposed. His eyes went wide as he watched Kevin lean down, only to feel a gloved finger probing at his pucker. He squirmed, trying to get away, but it was too little, too late. One gloved digit pushed past his rim, and as soon as it slipped inside, he gasped, arching his back as it spread something around his insides. It was wet, slimy, but most of all, warm. He panted, his mouth hanging open as he felt it heating up more and more inside, his pucker clenching as Kevin pulled his finger back. As the poodle stood up, Carlos heard the sound of a hatch opening up.

"What...what the..."

"The Anacrits are accepting the offering," Kevin said.

"What - this - you can't - ah...ah..."

His hole was warm, his insides wanting, and something slimy pressed right between his cheeks. What was left of rational thought all but leaped out the window at the feeling of something phallic and slippery between his cheeks, and the itch that was growing under his tail begged for something, anything to satiate it. He moaned, arching his back against the table as much as his restraints allowed, huffing through clenched teeth as the odd, chemically induced need kept climbing.

Before he could sort out his own thoughts, the slippery thing pushed in. He gasped, his cock jumping in his jumpsuit, and he curled his toes as it started squirming, slithering, pushing deeper inside of him. It didn't stop moving, but despite the sheer length of it, it didn't hurt. If anything, it felt -

"Ah...ah...ah..."

His cock kept throbbing, getting stiffer the more of whatever that thing was slid inside him. It was like it was reacting with whatever Kevin had squirted inside of him, creating pleasure out of nothing as it kept digging deeper and deeper inside of him. It was a constant pressure of slime against his hole, keeping it wide open, making his eyes all but bug out of their sockets as it went deeper, further, until -

"AH!"

His breath left him with a yelp, feeling something sinking into his prostate, against his inner walls. It wasn't just a gentle stroke, but almost like roots digging in. He felt his fingers clench, his toes curl, his jaw lock all at once, every muscle in his body going tight as his muscles seized up. Not painfully, but...but almost like it was going into some sort of...

He didn't know, something out of his control. One by one, his muscles relaxed, and with each release of tension, the odd warmth in his rump ratcheted up. The dripping ooze from his pucker amped up, too, making him feel almost like some bitch from the planet they'd left behind. His breath caught in his throat every time that he tried to catch it, and his heart beat, his lungs filled, his eyes flicked around to commands that weren't his. Function by function, his body slipped from his control to someone else's.

By the time his muscles had finally fully unclenched, he was not only helpless, but hard as hell. Each unclenched muscle had brought with it pleasure, and his cock had responded, popping up and showing itself up in his uniform. As the restraints deactivated, allowing him to stand up, he looked down and felt...confused. He was supposed to be asleep...

And in a way, he was. He was barely awake, feeling like he was staring out at himself in a dream-like state, his body no longer his own. Carlos almost felt like it was a dream as he stood up, his arms swaying at his sides as he walked around the table and met Kevin's eyes. His own were half-closed, too, he realized. They nodded at one another.

"To work."

"To work," he said, his mouth moving without his consent or knowledge. The two dogs left the lab, and as they did, he felt other thoughts running through his head. Numbers, figures, words that he didn't understand and had no concept of bounced through his brain. They rebounded off each other, but they made some sense, and they were translated to him by...

By the thing...

The thing inside him. The Anacrit. The alien...the alien had infested him.

Welcome to the crew, it said. Sleep and serve on your voyage across the stars.

And as it requested, his mind slunk back, half-awake at best as he was made to walk to the cargo bay. All around him were other hosts, as hard and erect as he was, and just as sleepy. He joined them, and set to work.

The End

Summary: A dog named Carlos signs up for a trip across the stars, but isn't aware of how he will get there with the current alien arrangement.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Bondage, German Shepherd, Poodle, Aphrodisiac, Anal Parasite, Anal Infestation, Body Control, Sci-Fi, Boner,