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Aurora was alone in the runabout’s ‘mini’ cabin.

The medium-range vessel had been designed for efficiency over creature comforts. Bunk beds, the lower of which she occupied, were against one wall. A desk opposite, with a tucked-in chair. Not much space to move around. A door at the rear led to the ‘fresher,’ while another upfront exited to ‘midship.’

How stifling …

Yawning, the prone mouse stared upward. As a rodent, Aurora was instinctively acclimatized to cramped spaces. But they were hardly her preference.

Whiskers twitched.

She drummed her pink, furless fingers noiselessly on the mattress, her other paw stroking her cheek as her multi-colored eyes squinted in thought. Reviewing her ‘situation,’ such as it was.

She had been hired by the UT pirates (at a pittance) to infiltrate Redwing Station, gathering useful intel prior to their planned assault. This was Aurora’s primary line of work. Illicit, covert espionage. With her unique hypnotic ability, and a naturally seductive aura, Aurora was adept at getting what she wanted without drawing undesirable attention.

Any muscle-headed predator could force an issue, but that often left messy evidence.

Invited repercussions.

Finesse was key.

It was also a response to what she’d grown up witnessing.

Being prey in the UT was (and always had been) dangerous and grueling, and while the emergence of her powers gave her an edge, she wanted out of the knife-fight while her throat was still intact. Oh, she’d had chances to run away, but never anywhere to run to. Space was vast. And cold.

And yet …

A smile spread across her muzzle, settling into a self-satisfied grin.

She had managed to hypnotize and mate with Fleet Admiral Flint, the highest-ranking military officer in the High Command.

Quite a prize on many fronts.

The pirates had learned he would be touring Redwing Station and tasked her to extract strategic security details. Fleet deployments, patrol schedules, ship specifications, etcetera.

But her ‘employers’ had lied to her about the timing of the attack, ensuring she would still be on the station when they arrived.

Aurora didn’t know what insipid ‘cunning’ had motivated this deception. Had they thought she would transmit her discoveries before departing? Or just assumed that she wouldn’t be able to access such a high-priority target?

Aurora was used to being underestimated. She’d practically come to relish it.

Ultimately, the betrayal had hastened her self-realization. Why turn over her hard-won leverage to them? They would only squander it for short-term gains. Not that they weren’t dangerous. But they’d been around forever, and where had they gotten themselves? Aurora worked for them out of necessity, but they weren’t worth backing in the long run.

Flint, and his influential standing in the High Command, finally represented a chance at what she’d longingly yearned for. Escape. A tenable future. Somewhere safe to scurry to.

Aurora’s ropy tail flicked around lazily. Bottom line: the game had changed, and her fortunes with it.

But she wasn’t over the goal line yet.

She couldn’t just latch onto Flint immediately. Much as she wanted to. Top-level officers and politicians were orbited by rings and layers of security. Keeping a close eye on them, both for their own sakes and that of the High Command.

Aurora had initially bedded Flint without overtly using her powers. Matching up with his low-key reputation for sleeping around. But the Admiral gravitated toward mutually enjoyable flings, not relationships. Forming a strong attachment to a mouse he just met? That would attract levels of scrutiny Aurora would struggle to handle. She had thus made sure not to plant any obsessive feelings in him while he was hypnotized.

Those would come later.

Aurora felt her skin flush, fur standing on end. Thinking of him excited her. Legitimately. Flint was a handsome male and had turned out to be surprisingly and impressively endowed. More or less a perfect example of the kind of toy she liked to possess.

Originally, she planned to leave the station alone, slip off everyone’s radar while events played out. She’d make her own way towards High Command space, hook back up with Flint while under less scrutiny, and have him assign her to some, oh, ‘unassuming’ role on his staff. A secretary, or data analyst.

Thinking ahead, she’d even embedded a trigger in his pliable, horny bunny brain to send a ship for her if needed. Conspicuous, but it always helped to have a backup plan.

Whatever the case, they would be reunited in due course.

Then she’d let the good times, and clashing thighs, roll!

There was only one problem: Advent.

Huffing with a mixture of annoyance and arousal, Aurora’s nimble fingers slipped toward the hem of her pants as she mused upon the jaguar. Advent was pain-pleasure personified. Aurora had just met her, but it didn’t take long to grasp that. The predator made an immediate impression. And that was an understatement.

Advent had concocted the ‘bright idea’ to ransack the pirates’ main depot in the sector while their forces were assaulting Redwing Station. There would only be a skeleton crew left behind on guard duty. The gambit wasn’t without merit.

But there was always a catch.

Through a mix of threats and blackmail, the jungle cat had conscripted Aurora into helping her.

Even a skeleton crew couldn’t be taken out solo. Otherwise, it would be a joke calling them guards.

After discovering her activities on Redwing, Advent had decided the mouse’s mental powers were the ‘ace up the sleeve’ she needed. As such, they were now enroute to the depot, the ship’s warp core thrumming and throbbing softly through the cabin’s walls.

Aurora was actually alright with this. A reckless plan, for her tastes, but she had to help the jaguar somehow in exchange for not exposing her compromise of the Fleet Admiral.

The mouse had been forced to become a ‘team player’ for survival’s sake. She’d done it often enough. What was one more time?

Yet this felt different.

Advent was a monkey wrench. A wild card. A ticking bomb.

The jaguar had some twisted, instinctual obsession with mice. She wanted to own them.

She wants to own me_._

Aurora couldn’t prove it yet, and the feline claimed otherwise. But the mouse knew. Prey always knew. They had a sixth sense for danger.

In the meantime, the journey from Redwing Station to the depot took roughly half a day, depending on the ship. Their runabout fell on the slower side. They’d set out a couple of hours ago, leaving many more ahead.

Aurora needed to rest up, get some sleep.

But she wasn’t tired.

A paw slid into her pants, while the other wet the opposite way. Under her top, cupping her buxom chest. Exhaling, the mouse fantasized about taking Flint again. And again. And-

In the cockpit, Advent’s sharp claws clacked against the helm console.

The pirate depot wasn’t a registered destination, for obvious reasons. She had to calculate trajectories and compile route parameters to feed the autopilot. Nothing the resourceful jaguar hadn’t done before.

Her tongue flicked over her lips, appetite boiling. She had pressed Aurora for information about their target, adding it to her own. There were established currencies in the UT, but their value was based in law. The pirates embodied lawlessness, so the majority of the depot’s wealth would be physical goods. Weapons and technology, ship-grade materials, energy sources and such. Bulk wares.

The runabout’s capacity was inadequate to store it. They’d need to secure a larger vessel, one built to contain more cargo. An inter-system hauler? Pirate ships were invariably ones they’d looted and stolen, and cargo transports were prime targets for the valuables found in their holds.

But they had little use in military engagements and would likely have been left behind during the raid.

Advent’s eyes dilated.

Maybe she’d claim enough riches to buy her own starship?

Hell, if their fleet lost badly enough, she might even become the new leader of the pirates! Rally their scattered numbers under her consolidated strength. It was a position she had held before, until she was betrayed by them.

Well, everyone deserves a second chance. And cats have nine lives.

Finishing the computations, Advent switched to autopilot. Estimated transit was 10.5 hours. Standing up, the jaguar stretched her lithe body, arching with a sinuous feline grace. Turning, she exited the cockpit.

Approaching the door to the crew quarters, she pressed her ear to it. Listening.

Everyone thought mice were quiet, but … no, they were always fidgeting. Sniffing, squeaking. They had tells. Advent knew as much by personal experience. Especially when you-

She heard a hitched breath. Then another one, drawn out.

She’s pleasuring herself.

Straightening, the cat slapped the control panel and the door slid open.

Aurora looked up, stopping what she was doing. The doe was naked as a newborn, her discarded clothing draped over the edge of the bed. She didn’t look embarrassed. Just … annoyed. “Yes?” she asked.

Grinning, Advent slunk into the room. The door swished shut behind her. “I was worried about you.”

“Were you,” was Aurora’s deadpan response.

“Mm-hmm.” Her intense golden eyes drank in the mouse. “Thought I’d check in.”

Removing her paw from her pink pussy, the mouse sat up and shrugged her slender shoulders. “Could’ve used the comm.”

“Tongues can lie. I prefer to have you in my sights.” Advent’s tail lazily flicked.

“Take a picture,” Aurora rolled onto her side, grinning with amusement and presenting her body in a natural ‘pinup’ pose. “I don’t want to be forgotten once our dalliance ends.”

Advent fearlessly met her vibrant eyes. “Oh, don’t worry about that. How can I forget you when you’ll be coming with me?” she purred, taking a step forward. And another. Ever closer to the bed.

Aurora drew breath. “I think I’d rather ‘come’ with someone else. Cats have such scratchy tongues.”

“A little texture is good. Can be quite … stimulating.” The jaguar loomed over the naked mouse, gazing down at her. “Or maybe I’ll use a strap-on. Feline-style. Barbed.”

“You’d love to dominate me, hm?” Aurora shot back. This was how it was with predators. A relentless sparring match. Hesitate or leave any opening and they’d pounce for the kill. “Is that your kink? Submissive mice?”

“Who were you pawing to?” Advent asked, switching tracks.

“Not you,” Aurora parried curtly.

“It was that bunny, wasn’t it? The Admiral?”

I won’t win by trying to outlast her. She enjoys this. Need to play to a draw. “That ‘bunny’ packs more than your lovers likely have.”

“Ha! I truly doubt that.” Advent’s sharp laugh was genuine. It faded as the mouse bluntly listed off Flint’s ‘numbers.’ The jaguar sat at the foot of the mattress. “Didn’t take you for a size queen,” she remarked after staring the mouse down, searching for a bluff.

“I didn't know he was hung. He was just my job. Nature sought to reward me, I guess.” Aurora smiled with infuriating, mousy innocence.

Advent scowled.

“I didn’t take you as someone to settle for less,” Aurora added.

“I don’t.” the jaguar looked away, clenching her jaw. “Why do you think we’re heading for the pirate depot? I’m going to get what I deserve. All of it.”

“Really?” Aurora asked rhetorically, relaxing and sprawling out onto her back. Her foot-paws brushed the jaguar’s clothed hips.

Advent was a master manipulator, using sex to control people. To get what she wanted. It was a power-play to her. Aurora understood that. She used sex as a tool, too.

But there was a key difference between them: Aurora cared about her partners. Flint would welcome her back, practically worship her. Not out of fear, but love.

Hypnotically induced love …

But love, nonetheless.

Advent, meanwhile, lived for tension and drama. She’d blackmailed Aurora to come on this mission, then came back here specifically to cause friction between them. And not the fun kind. Aurora wondered if the feline could even remember what happiness was.

Advent licked her lips. The look of the mouse, all laid out like that. Nude and exposed. Scented with arousal. “You know you can’t hypnotize me,” she reminded.

“Who said I’m trying to?”

“You went quiet for a minute … looking at me.”

Aurora tilted her head.

“You’re up to something …”

“I don’t hide my desires. Unlike some people.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I know you want it.”

“Want what?”

Aurora smirked, casually spreading her legs. Her pink pussy, a blushing oasis in a sea of snow-white fur, glistened with dewy wetness.

Advent was clearly enticed, eyes widening. “I have claws, remember. Sharp ones.”

Tired of the jaguar’s games, Aurora simply asked, “Do you want to eat my pussy or not?”

The feline squinted, refocusing.

Aurora looked back and sweetened the pot. “If you do a good job, I’ll eat yours. Deal?”

Standing and loosening her belt, Advent let her pants fall. Kicked them away, then turned fluidly to lay back against the opposite end of the bed. “No. You’ll eat me out first,” she stated with a carnal purr, expecting the mouse to reposition around her.

“Of course,” Aurora obliged politely. There’s that power-play. But she’d wanted a taste of the cat anyway. If her eyes couldn’t tame her, maybe her muzzle would find success?

Advent’s arms raised to pull off her shirt. She still had her undergarments on. Aurora, it appeared, was to deal with those. "I expect multiple orgasms," she stated plainly.

The mouse nodded and rolled onto her front, crawling forward. Advent sprawled before her. Sleek and muscular, dangerous and volatile, even at rest. Her bright-orange, patterned fur contrasted the runabout’s drab interior, refusing to be muted or subdued.

Aurora crept between her powerful thighs. It felt like entering a lion’s den. “I’ll make you lose count,” she promised smoothly, reaching out to peel down the jaguar’s underwear. Eyeing the pussy’s pussy, she wondered just how many had been granted access to it.

How many ‘partners’ had Advent bent to her will?

As many as me?

Whatever the truth, she heard the feline licking her lips as the prone rodent leaned toward her sex. Aurora kissed it slowly, like a lover’s mouth, half-lidding her eyes.

That earned a purring moan.

Vindicated, Aurora’s tongue dove into Advent’s pussy. Her pink, delicate paws squeezed at the jaguar’s thighs, feeling her muscles tense while the mouse ate her out. She shivered hotly as Advent raked her claws down her naked back.

Suckling on the jaguar’s clit, Aurora raised her eyes. "Now you’ve got me where you want me … can you take some advice … without your dominance feeling threatened?" the white-furred mouse asked between breathy slurps.

"You can't speak and lick me at the same time. Ah! Make it quick," Advent grunted, cupping her prey’s exotic, multi-hued head-fur.

Aurora nodded, slowly sliding two fingers into the cat to supplement her muzzle. Advent had a big pussy. At least compared to hers. "I've worked with the pirates … long and drab years. They’ve no imagination, but aren’t entirely stupid. If you want to pass for one-"

“I don’t n-need to ‘pass.’ I used to, hah, ah … be one,” Advent growled.

Aurora’s free paw slid down. In-between her own thighs, long tail whipping above her naked, rolling hips. Fingering herself, all her motions sped up, libido rising.

Eyes half-lidded, the mouse grazed her buckteeth against the jaguar’s clit, feeling her legs twitch. Hunter’s limbs, made for chasing and catching prey, now quaking from the touch of one?

Aurora huffed hotly onto Advent’s pussy, getting close to climax.

Advent was closer.

In no mood to deny herself, the jaguar’s fuse burned bright and fast. Gripping Aurora’s head-fur tighter, she growled and rammed the mouse’s face into her convulsing sex, soaking her muzzle in wet, hot gushes of feline femininity.

Aurora inhaled her intensified scent and went off as well.

Her nubile body writhed as she climaxed to pleasing (and scheming with) the apex predator. But they had only just begun. The jungle cat did demand multiple orgasms.

After that?

Perhaps Aurora would ‘earn’ her turn.

Ten hours later.

Rested in preparation for their venture, Advent and Aurora were back in the cockpit.

The jaguar, seated at the controls, had showered and changed into appropriate pirate attire. Casual, on the ragged side.

Standing (quite nude) a few feet aside, Aurora had forgone both. Their devised plan required her to play the role of ‘used prisoner.’

“You’d look more authentic if you let me rough you up a bit,” Advent said matter-of-factly.

“To seduce them with my eyes, I need them to first look at my body,” Aurora explained, her ropy tail dangling to the side. “Claw-marks and blood aren’t exactly a turn-on.”

“These aren’t erudite individuals.”

“And?”

“They’ll take any scraps they can get.”

“I’m sure you’re not referring to someone who got you off three times last night,” Aurora reminded, “in such dismissive terms.”

“If you can’t handle pain, they’re going to break you before you can tame them.” She looked up at the mouse, shrugging casually. “I’m just offering to acclimatize you.”

“You’re so thoughtful.”

The jaguar flashed an unsettling grin. “I know.”

Ba-beep! Beep!

Advent’s padded fingers danced over the controls. “Proximity alarm,” she said, completely unbothered. “We’re there.”

The runabout slowed near the edge of an immense asteroid field. ‘Hazardous space’ that most autopilots weren’t sophisticated enough to safely navigate, theirs included. They’d have to go the rest of the way on manual.

Keying in command sequences, Advent cut power to one of the engine nacelles, then the secondary environmental controls.

“What are you doing?” Aurora blinked as the lights flickered overhead. Already a petite, slender creature, the mouse felt even lighter. The ship’s artificial gravity had weakened. She quickly sat in the co-pilot’s seat and squeaked, gripping the console.

“Same as I offered to do to you: making us look more banged up than we are.” Advent tapped her spotted head in a ‘smart’ gesture. “Y’know, like we stole the thing?”

“We did.”

“But if they scan us and find we’re in tip-top condition? That’ll get their noses itching,” she explained in predator slang.

“They’ll know for sure if they’ve changed their codes since I left,” the mouse added.

The nose of the runabout dipped, then veered, Aurora tensing as Advent advanced on manual control. Their inertial dampers were impaired as part of the ‘faux damage.’

“You’re sure you can get us there?” Aurora double-checked. She activated her seatbelt, which whipped around her bare torso, securing her in place.

Advent didn’t dignify the question with a response. A small meteorite careened off the shields, causing some sparks in the back of the cabin.

The jaguar eventually said, “They were too busy planning the Redwing assault to refresh their security tokens. Guaranteed. They’re shortsighted. Now, me?” Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she played ‘chicken’ with a rather large asteroid. “I play the long game.”

Aurora’s pulse quickened.

Advent used the gravity of the asteroid to vault past it upon close approach.

The mouse sighed, letting the feline concentrate while she collected her own thoughts.

She had, with liberal ego-stroking and excellent cunnilingus, convinced Advent to accept some suggestions. The jaguar had been a pirate, but Aurora had worked with them more recently. The mouse had filled her in with up-to-date names, customs, banter and rumors.

Their chances all hinged on the pirates’ reactions, so they needed to entice the right ones. A couple of tempting morsels - valuable intelligence and charisma from the jaguar, a juicy plaything in the mouse - should be enough to ensnare those left behind by the raid.

Eventually, the comm system chirruped.

“They’re demanding the codes,” Advent said, navigating around an orphaned mountain. “Answer them.”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Aurora huffed, nimble mouse paws inputting a numbered sequence.

The pirates wouldn’t reveal their presence until they’d not only detected a ship, but were close enough to believe they could catch it if it tried to flee.

Meaning they had at least a ship on standby. Finishing typing, the mouse sent their coded reply along the same signal vector. She waited.

Ba-beep!

Beep, ba-beep!

“Did it work?” Aurora asked.

“Ha! They’re locking on with a tractor beam. Towing us directly to their main docking platform.” The feline grinned, unsheathing her claws as she released the controls and sat back. “Right into their den.”

“We’re not looking for a fight,” Aurora reminded her, the runabout subtly settling into a smooth stream of motion. Like a box on a conveyer belt. Through the forward window, a distant, stable splotch of black could be seen centering in their view. It gradually began to enlarge, getting closer.

The spotted cat rolled her eyes. “We’re not meeting them for tea. Force will be required at some point.”

“But if I can bring them under my control, we can minimize the need,” the mouse stressed. “Give me time to work.”

“And let you have all the fun?”

“You think it’s going to be fun for me?” Aurora replied, a steely edge entering her voice.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Advent asked cluelessly.

Aurora took a deep breath. “To gain control, I have to lose it. Think about that. Think about the vulnerable position I’ll be in, without your muscles or claws. Just my wits to save me.”

“What a sob story.” Advent dismissed. “Don’t get cold paws on me now. We’re in this together. And I’m sure as hell not doing all the work while you cavort around.”

Aurora pinched her brow.

After a moment, Advent tilted her head. “You said they’ll do whatever they’re told? Once they’re under?”

“Unless it triggers base instincts of self-preservation.” The mouse almost asked ‘why,’ but immediately guessed. “You wanna fuck ‘em?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“That’s the first time you’ve been honest with me this trip,” Aurora observed. “Progress.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Advent said, their ship entering the massive asteroid’s locality.

The runabout shuddered as the tractor beam set it down on a landing pad.

The pad then lowered into the base’s interior, a forcefield flickering online in its absence.

Two minutes later, once the atmosphere had been restored to the bay, the runabout’s main door parted and a boarding ramp extended. Advent stood at its summit behind Aurora. Escort and detainee.

The latter still naked.

Mostly.

The mouse’s clothes had been shredded, and the scraps used as makeshift rope to tie around her wrists. Paws bound behind her back, just above her tail. The position pushed out her chest and ample bosom, as though advertising them.

“What are you waiting for?” Advent growled quietly. She was ready to go.

The mouse slowly exhaled. “Getting into the right headspace.”

“Is that so? I would think pure submissiveness came easily to prey.”

“Yes. I imagine you would,” Aurora replied evenly.

Advent gave the mouse an unfriendly shove.

Aurora squeaked, tail whipping side to side to help keep her balance. Which she did, with effort. Whiskers twitching, she moved forward.

Advent marched her prisoner through the asteroid’s gloomy, grey passageways. Dimly lit. A contrast to the clean, bright look of High Command facilities.

An occasional, unblinking camera watched them walk past its mounted perch, like mechanized crows. Or vultures.

Their presence was being recorded. If they couldn’t erase the footage, or the feeds were transmitting live remotely, they’d still be long gone before reinforcements could arrive. Both females understood that without speaking a word.

Periodically, a door yawned open as they approached. Clearly being operated remotely to guide their progress.

They followed the trail.

This depot was bigger than it looked.

And no pirates.

Yet.

They really were operating with a skeleton crew.

Perfect.

Reaching the end of a long corridor, the doors opened to reveal a big, open space. Rather unorganized, too. Tables here and there. Equipment.

Four figures, all male, perked their ears and looked up.

Two sat behind a rounded table, and two more stood by displaced chairs, having clearly been lounging before the girls’ arrival. Two-handed phase rifles rested comfortably in the latter’s paws, trained on the newcomers.

Aurora squeaked and stepped back, her eyes widening. She had no reason to suppress her natural fear at being targeted by lethal weapons. They’d have no significant qualms about pulling the trigger.

Advent grunted, shoving the mouse forward. More forcefully this time. Aurora stumbled into the room off-balance, nearly crashing to the deck. Her pulse spiked, causing her breaths to rush. “You going to say hello? Prey?” the feline goaded as she coolly scanned the guards.

The mouse remained fearfully silent.

“Who are you?” was the response she got. A deep, rich voice, it came from one of the seated males. A dark-brown horse with irregular traces of white on his hide. Visibly massive, even while sitting. He would tower over Advent if he stood.

Next to him was a raccoon, who looked more irritated than serious. Some card game had evidently been disrupted, and only he was still holding his hand. A winning set, no doubt. The standing pirates were a red fox, who watched the jaguar intently, and a black-furred rat that was already busy eye-fucking Aurora.

“Obviously, I’m a pirate. Like you.”

It took all the jaguar’s willpower to withhold the fact that, ten years ago, she’d actually been their leader. Before this base had been built. The wasps had rolled through, decimating the pirate fleet. While picking up the pieces, she’d been betrayed and driven out. But the pirates were high on ‘turnover,’ and low on regard for their own history. She’d likely been completely forgotten.

“Since when? I would’ve remembered a female jaguar.” The rat leered. “We don’t got many o’ those.”

“How ‘bout any,” the raccoon added.

“Arem’s a panther, though,” the rat remarked, of their current leader.

“Those aren’t the same thing, stupid!”

“I didn’t say they were!”

The horse held up a hand and they went silent.

Advent said, “I don’t hang around at the base. I’m normally out scavenging, scouring. Causing trouble.” She grinned, confident enough in her lies to believably sell them. “Are you in charge of … this?” The jaguar waved her paw around in a less-than-reverent fashion. If this was their mess hall, it certainly lived up to the name.

The equine braced his large hands on the table and stood up. All seven feet of him. “I am Sergeant Jericho, yes, and I am currently in command of this facility. Identify yourself. Now,” he ordered, voice deep and hardened. Ex-military, no mistaking it.

“Bet you hail from Federation space,” Advent guessed. “An ex-pat, huh?”

The horse didn’t respond, which meant she was correct.

“I spent some time there.” After her time as pirate leader and before ending up as part of Redwing Station’s initial crew before being kicked out and joining the bat Syndicate after assassinating their corrupt leader and-

“Did you,” the horse echoed.

“Mmhmm, Inserted myself into their ranks. They made some promises. Betrayed me, as everyone inevitably does.” She unsheathed her claws, letting the boys know what they were up against. “So, I betrayed them. Of course, they’re not what they once were. Surpassed by those prey do-gooders in the High Co-”

“Name,” Jericho reiterated, reaching for a holstered weapon. “Purpose here. You have ten seconds.”

“You can count? No wonder they left you in charge.”

The fox growled. “Shall I, Sergeant?”

“Five seconds,” was all the horse said.

Advent let her displeasure show while obliging. “Carmalita, pirate plant in the High Command. I got out before the attack on Redwing Station.” She lied as smoothly as butter. Always by mixing the falsehoods with half-truths or maybe-truths. Made them easier to sell when you could imagine they were true yourself.

“Why didn’t you join one of our ships, stay for the fight?” Jericho asked.

“I have valuable loot, don’t I? Couldn’t risk losing it. Made for the base. Been a while since I was here,” the cat said, looking around the room. “Love what you’ve not done with the place.”

If the boys got the joke, they didn’t let on.

“Is this all of you? Where’s Arem?” Advent wondered. “I have business to settle with him.”

“He’s on the raid, obvi-”

Jericho silenced the raccoon with a look. His eyes flicked to Aurora, who in true mousy fashion was managing to be incredibly small, meek and quiet despite being in the middle of everything. Snorting, Jericho looked back to Advent.

“Your timing is suspect. Do you have anything else to back up your story?” he pressed. Stubborn as a mule, Advent thought privately.

“Besides valid access codes? They were valid, weren’t they?”

“You wouldn’t have gotten aboard if they weren’t.”

“There you go, then.” Advent spread her paws with a smirk. “Now that we’ve earned each other’s trust, I have sensitive intel. In Arem’s apparent absence, I need to debrief to a senior officer.”

“That would be me,” the horse said matter-of-factly. “Have you recorded it? Do you have a data chip?”

“You think spies keep physical evidence? It’s all up here,” Advent tapped the side of her head.

“Right. Tyler, find some working data-pads,” Jericho said to the raccoon.

“But the … mm, yes, sir.” The mask-furred male threw down his hand in dismay, getting up.

“What about her?” the fox interjected, pointing his rifle at Aurora. She flinched in place.

“She’s the ‘loot,’” Advent said. “Some bunny Admiral’s side piece. She’s overheard things. I know she has. Access codes. Locations. Things about dragon tech.”

The pirates leaned forward with interest. And lust.

“She’s holding out on me. Big, brawny boys like you? Maybe you can break her,” Advent replied casually, playing to their egos.

“Oh, yeah. We can do that!” The rat stepped forward, and without preamble his paw groped Aurora’s chest, squeezing roughly. The mouse gasped a stifled squeak. Her bound arms quivered, eyes closing as he rolled one heavy breast around. His pants started to tent.

“What do you say, boss?” The fox looked at Jericho, gun still raised.

The horse waved a huge, dismissive arm. “Just keep her bound,” he instructed, beckoning Advent toward the table as Tyler, the raccoon, returned with an armful of data-pads.

Aurora was dragged from the mess hall, despite offering no resistance. The rat beside her, paw gripping her arm. The fox followed a few paces back, rifle at the ready; the rat’s weapon was slung over his shoulder on its strap.

The mouse tried to observe as much as she could, but there wasn’t a lot to see. Wherever their loot was, it must be deeper in the facility.

They came to a door. Smacking the access panel, the vulpine watched his comrade shove Aurora inside. Finally losing her balance this time, she stumbled a few steps and fell to her knees. Then onto her shoulders. “Ah!” Wincing, the bruised mouse glanced around.

Group dormitory. Beds and personal facilities. The walls and floor were bare, cold metal.

Hearing the door close behind her, Aurora sat up and looked over her shoulder. Finally at ‘showtime,’ she swayed her ropy tail in a way that looked natural, yet would draw the eye toward her pert, perfect ass.

“We questioning her first?” the rat threw his weapon onto a nearby mattress, looking toward the fox, who was clearly his superior.

“After.”

“Heh, heh.” The dark-furred rodent licked his pointy, whiskered muzzle. Rubbing his bulge through his pants, he approached Aurora, reaching down and grabbing her shoulder. Dragging her toward the center of the room.

She squeaked!

Hauling the lighter mouse fully upright, the rat, standing behind her, groped her tits. His rough claws dug into her fur and flesh.

“A-ahh!” Aurora panted, squirming as he mauled her naked chest. His fingers sought out and pinched her pink nipples, twisting until she pleadingly squeaked! The huffing rat yanked off his belt, pants dropping. He didn’t bother to take his underwear off, just maneuvered his cock through a flap at the front. Marching Aurora to an unoccupied wall, he bent her over, grinding his thick genitals against her curvy rump.

“Having fun there, Milos?” the fox asked with amusement. Setting aside his own weapon, along with a ring of keycards.

Aurora’s ears could hear exactly where he placed them.

“Damn right,” Milos grunted, palming Aurora’s swaying breasts as she moaned. He hadn’t penetrated her just yet. He wanted to savor this. “Do you know how hard it is to find another rodent among the pirates? A female, no less?” he said over her gasps. “Mice are so busty for their stature.”

The fox chuckled, strolling over. “Can’t be better than a vixen, surely.”

“That’s cause you haven’t tried one.”

“You gonna leave her conscious for me?”

“No promises.”

Both males had mass on Aurora. The rat had a medium build, while the vulpine was taller and leaner. Lither even than Advent, yet with a tight, wiry strength. Still being molested, the rat rubbing his dick against her sex, Aurora gazed up wide-eyed and panting as the fox approached her. He slumped back against the wall, casually.

The fox then turned and cupped her soft jawline in a strong, clawed paw, holding it still. Looking directly into her purple-and-blue eyes. “Aren’t you pretty?”

“L-let me go. Please?” she whimpered, speaking for the first time. Knowing that asking would only make them want her more. As tempting as it was to hypnotize him here and now, she had to wait. The rat would notice something was wrong with his friend. No. She had to time this just right.

“What’s your name, pretty mouse?” the fox cooed, playing the ‘good cop’ to the rat’s ‘bad cop.’

“A-Aurora,” she meekly replied through his grip.

“It suits you. Such a heavenly sight! I’m Skylen.” The fox released her muzzle, reaching for his belt. Why wait for the rat to finish? “Back her up. If you get the tail-end, I get her head.”

“Sure, boss.” Milos responded by pulling her away from the wall.

“Fours,” the fox said.

The rat tossed Aurora to the floor, getting down behind her. Paws going straight back to her tender breasts as he lifted her torso, arms still bound at her back.

“Mmf … ah,” the mouse huffed, her knees hurting. This was the second fall they’d absorbed. Her eyes watered at the pain, which she tried to turn into motivation. They’d be worshipping her soon enough. Patience. She could do this.

The fox unbuckled himself inches from her nose, fishing out a rigid cock. With a bulbous knot at the base. She’d forgotten foxes had those, too.

Skylen got on his knees, scent hitting her as she inhaled, and he slapped his erection against her cheeks.

“Bigger than a wimpy bunny prick, isn’t it?” Skylen growled lowly, watching her marvel at his masculinity. His paw reached out to stroke through her luscious head-fur.

“M-much bigger.” She didn’t have to feign her awe. At this distance, she could tell the vulpine nearly equaled Flint. Maybe half an inch shorter, while matching the Admiral’s (five-inch) thickness. Without counting the girth of his still-swelling knot.

Skylen was an impressive specimen. No doubt. His smug, condescending grin said that he knew it, too.

“Think you can handle it all?” he asked huskily.

Aurora mewled as Milos finally released her abused breasts. The rat’s paws moved to her hips. He was going to take her any second now. “Y-yes, sir. I … I can swallow you whole.” She looked up at the pirate’s face, brilliant eyes full of reverent submission.

“You’d likely say anything to escape here with your life.” Skylen smiled back without warmth. “And your life may very well depend on your performance here.” His claws found her jugular, pressing against it. “If you bite, I’ll tear out your throat.” Abandoning his ‘good cop’ act, revealing himself to be just as bad as the others, he faux-sensually traced his digits to her chin. Underlining how easily he could hurt her. “Now, open up.”

Gulping, Aurora nodded slowly, parting her pretty maw. Behind her, she felt Milos’ cock rubbing beneath her tail, inching lower. Just a little lower. The tip finally slipping between her petals.

One paw clasping the mouse’s scalp, Skylen gripped his shaft. Lining it up, he shoved his hips forward, ramming himself down her throat. Muscled, furry abdomen smacking her nose.

Aurora gagged audibly, choking on his mass. Eyes watering, she attempted to manage the large predator cock, lips sealing around it. Her tongue caressed as she began to suckle his flesh. Until Skylen yanked himself halfway out.

“I warned you …” Breathing heavily, his smile was sadistic. One arm falling aside, the fox gave another buck. Forcing his thick knot through her now-tight lips.

Muffled, Aurora cried in protest, coughing as he jabbed back down her throat. Breathe! Breathe. Remember to breathe. Her nose sniffed and flared for air, which was full of his scent. Focusing, the mouse blinked back tears, gazing up at the male she was striving to please.

Her imploring eyes bulged as Milos finally (and abruptly) shoved into her pussy from behind. One quick, violent thrust, ending with his heavy rodent balls crashing against her clit and inner thighs.

“Snug bitch!” the rat snarled as he began pounding her, one paw reaching back under her body to resume obsessively manhandling her tits.

Aurora squeak-moaned helplessly as the pirates had their way with her.

Skylen cradled his own furry orbs in one paw, bark-huffing while bucking and dragging his shaft through her strained lips with deliberate irregularity. He loved watching a slut struggle with his impressive knot and erection. Nothing got him off more.

Aurora squirmed, pinned, bound, trapped. Effectively gagged, as well. Her chest heaved as it was forcefully toyed with, pussy clenching around the invading shaft.

The rat wasn’t small, either. Wide as the cock probing her muzzle, and shorter by only an inch. Every time his huge, black-furred balls battered against her snow-white loins, pain and pleasure rocked through her system.

Stupid … testosterone-fueled … fat-cocked pirates …

“You stink of feline,” Milos grunted reproachfully, licking her shoulder from behind. “Mousey played with that kitty? What’d you do, huh? Bet it was hot.”

The mouse didn’t reply.

“Not as hot as this,” Skylen rumbled.

“Heh, heh!”

Drawing his cock out, the fox smeared the mouse’s saliva and beginnings of his own pre over her fur. Watching her face all the while, her emptied muzzle gulping in air while it could. Helpless eyes gazed up at him intently, begging for mercy from his powerful knot.

It was time.

Her eyes, already colorful, seemed even more so now. Maybe it was because they were watering. That had to be it.

No matter the case, the fox could drink in such a sight all day …

His cock getting dry, he plugged it back into her muzzle. Felt her gulp like a vice around him. Her eyes wavered, but then returned to his as her tongue gave him slick praise. She needed him, her look sung silently. She was in his power, and would do anything to win his favor, to please his needs and whims.

“Fuck,” the fox muttered. He loved when they looked at him while they sucked him off. He found himself looking back.

Rodents really are premier prey … aren’t they? Skylen didn’t say it aloud, not in earshot of Milos. Yet the truth was becoming apparent. The fox had tamed plenty of females, but none had submitted to him so wholly. No complaints, no selfish protests. Even with another male hammering her pussy, squeezing her tits hard enough to leave marks, she just wanted to please him.

Skylen relaxed a little bit. He felt lighter. Maybe he’d really needed this? It had been a while. Though intensely aroused, he let his thrusts level off until he was simply parked on her tongue.

She thanked him with a deep, dragging slurp. From knot back to head. Almost flawlessly smooth, considering she was being rutted from behind. Then she slid back down, tongue spiraling thirstily around his warm girth. Spiraling. Like her eyes. So, so colorful, and … so pretty.

Bobbing faster, she slid back up to his very tip.

Skylen went slack-jawed, watching her lips and her eyes. Her eyes. Her-

You should come in her mouth.

Did Milos say that?

Or had Skylen thought it?

He felt so hazy, so pleasure-drunk, he wasn’t sure, but it sounded like a good idea.

Milos uttered something else, and Skylen ignored it. Rolling his big, hard cock back and forth under her gorgeous eyes, watching her take him in. Needing her to empty him.

Succumbing, the male’s sack drew up as he reached ejaculation.

Seeing him break, Aurora’s subtly swirling eyes shone suddenly brighter. They glowed. Muzzle filled, she watched as the fox emptied more than his balls.

“Haaah!” Skylen gaped, muzzle hanging open, and flooded hers with his semen. Knot fully engorged, his orgasm surged unstoppably, Aurora swallowing repeatedly around his thick firing cock. She choked and kept going, depleting the fox’s balls until his prostate ached beneath his scruffy tail, which was uncharacteristically wagging like a loyal mutt.

“Oh damn, she’s drinkin’ you dry!” Milos remarked between labored breaths.

Neither of the others acknowledged him. Caught up in a private play.

Aurora pulled Skylen’s stilled hips forward. By his cock. Then released. The wet, knotted shaft slid from her muzzle, leaving her spluttering and gasping. She saw him sway back, landing flat on his rump. Glazed-over eyes stared blankly, arms lax, legs spread to either side of his exposed shaft and sack. He waited for his Mistress’ words.

The mouse would normally relish this moment. A pet newly tamed. But she couldn’t acknowledge it yet. If Milos simply looks up from me, he’ll catch on that something’s up.

Her beauty was a saving grace. Bowing her still-hazy head, Aurora began rhythmically clenching around the rat’s thick, thrusting penis. Proactively milking him.

“Mmff! Ah f-fuck, that’s so-!” Milos cried, screwing his eyes shut. His hips sped up, pounding her unfetteredly while he didn’t have to share with the other pirate, tightening balls smashing her sensitive clit over and over. The mouse squeaked under him as he ruthlessly bred her!

Milos came explosively, flooding her compatible womb with his copious seed. Marking it first, before any of the others got to her. His shaft throbbed deep inside, and Aurora also went off. Climaxing through all the strife and punishment as she clung onto the pleasure, using it to reach her goal. Vision blurry, the mouse allowed her trembling body to slump.

Milos cursed as she slid through his groping paws and straight off his cock, interrupting his afterglow. “Ugh! Mice are so weak …” still erect, he watched her fall flat against the cold deck. Gasping and prone. Stickily taken from both ends.

Admiring the sordid view, the almost unnaturally horny rat rolled her over, re-exposing her heaving chest. Staring, he stroked himself, then straddled her stomach. Grasping her sore breasts while she groaned, the pirate mashed the plump mounds together.

As his wet shaft pushed through her cleavage, Aurora opened her flushed, panting muzzle to receive him. Enclosing his plump head, her eyes lifted.

“Uh?” the rat went as she began sucking him, finding himself drawn to her pretty gaze …

Advent sat across from Jericho. The pirates’ card game had been set aside, replaced with battered data tablets that he swapped between while asking her questions. Recording and filing each answer, pressing the jaguar for details.

The raccoon, Tyler, stood guard by the entrance behind her. He looked bored every time Advent glanced over. The feline hated threats lurking at her back, but she didn’t want to test his reactions. The High Command phase pistol hanging at her waist, taken from the runabout’s storage, was no match for his rifle.

After half an hour, the fox returned, trading places with Tyler. Advent stealthily listened to their muttered banter, before the raccoon left for his turn at ‘interrogating’ the prisoner.

Did the fox look hypnotized?

How did one tell?

You’d best not fail me, mouse …

“You left the hostage under single watch?” Jericho rumbled as the vulpine took up guard.

“Milos and I ‘questioned’ her pretty thoroughly. She’s catching her breath,” Skylen said.

The stallion frowned but dropped the matter.

For likely having the biggest cock of the lot, Jericho’s libido was remarkably under control.

Advent wondered what it would take to get him going.

The horse continued, “You’re certain Luminous and Solstice were mobilized to defend the station? It wasn’t a branched ‘first response’ order?” he double-checked her last response, data-pad in palm. On the table next to him sat the remote security slate he’d used to monitor and guide them through the depot.

“Yes. They’re spooked and frightened by us. Look for yourself. Don’t you have working long-range sensors?”

“The metals in the asteroids that shield the depot prevent long-range sensor scans. We only have short-range.”

“Well. Confirm it with the others once they return, then,” Advent answered evenly. Lengthy, spotted legs crossed to keep her foot from impatiently tapping.

“Believe me, I will.” This Jericho wasn’t easily fooled. He checked and compared virtually every word she spoke. “That leaves gaps in their planned patrols … were any of these compensated for?” He slid a data-pad across the table toward her.

Advent sighed and stretched in that sinewy, feline way. “Isn’t there anything decent to eat or drink here?” The cat picked the pad up smoothly with one paw, gesturing around the mess hall with the other.

Jericho’s arms crossed. “We’ll break when we’re finished,” he replied.

Looking at the pad, she saw a list of probabilities for openings in various parts of High Command space.

The jaguar feigned focus, running through her past lovers in her head, putting down her rating of each as her responses. This took some time. And was hopefully buying Aurora the same.

Finally sliding the device back, she leaned forward, casting a line. “Are you always all-work?”

“You can masturbate in your shower later,” the horse replied bluntly, picking up the pad.

Advent opened her mouth to retort-

When the doors hummed open.

Milos entered the room first. Nodded to Skylen, who stepped aside to mirror his position.

In his wake, Aurora shuffled slowly. Followed by a slightly breathless Tyler. He nudged her with his gunstock when she paused at the door’s lip, pushing her across the threshold.

The naked mouse wobbled forth, head hanging and head-fur disheveled. Her ropy tail dragged limply behind her. Muzzle downcast, its fur visibly matted and stained. The same went for her used pussy and thighs, plus the buxom breasts rising and falling between her slim, bound arms in front of her.

Taking this all in, Jericho looked at the other pirates. “Well? Does she know anything useful?”

Advent’s eyes narrowed.

The rodent’s ears arched from her bowed head as if awaiting something. But what? She dripped with submissiveness, sending a tinge of aroused hunger through the jaguar. Yet something was off …

“Best you get it from her directly, boss, she’s not been too coherent,” the rat replied, half-concealing a dirty smirk.

Jericho exhaled, nostrils flaring, a mixture of frustration and impatience. He gestured to bring her over. Tyler pushed her along, walking the mouse around the table as the stallion stood. Advent silently watched Aurora come to a halt in front of him. Barely coming up to the stallion’s ribs.

The Sergeant folded his burly arms, giving the petite, naked mouse the same hard stare he afforded the rest of the universe. “Will you make this easy?”

Aurora met it with tired, half-lidded eyes, voice the definition of wispy. “Ah, a-all the others … wanted me t-to make it hard.” Her head drooped again, panting.

“Is that a joke?” He rolled his eyes. “You could not possibly take me.” He was, conservatively, thrice her weight. Reaching down, the equine closed one large hand around her entire skull, holding it like a picked apple. Tilting it back, he forced her to look up. “Pay attention. You have one more chance.”

Aurora winced, his fingers flattening her ears roughly against her scalp. “Y-y-yes, sir!” she squeaked. “I-I’m sorry, I misunderstood. I thought it was your turn …” she gazed at him pitifully. Intently. With the most uniquely colored eyes the horse had ever seen.

“You’re not my type,” Jericho snorted, finding her gaze to be … curious.

The mouse gulped, looking at him pleadingly as she gave her (fabricated) story.

“I was p-passed around between high-ranking officers. In return for favors. For protection from ruffians and outlaws like you. They took care of me, and all I had to do was … t-they said I was good at it. Sometimes, they’d take calls with their colleagues and have me go down on them under the table … and I heard things. Secrets. Information that could hurt them if it got into the wrong paws. Not weak ones, like mine.”

Advent, watching the exchange, casually eased a paw closer to the pistol on her belt. That’s when she noticed the other three.

They were all standing stiffly, staring blankly ahead.

Aurora kept talking.

“I got good at listening … listening and taking things in … cocks, and pussy, and orders.” The mouse was no longer stammering, her words confident between each breath. “I’d try to absorb them, every word I could hear,” she focused through the pain, the fatigue. “Like you’re absorbing my words, Sergeant. Aren’t you? Listening and taking them in. Hearing them turn into orders.” Her eyes were candescent whirlpools of color.

If Jericho saw it coming, if he’d taken her seriously, it would not have worked. Aurora was so fucking tired, but yet again she’d been underestimated.

The bigger they came, the harder they’d fall …

The equine stiffened in place, his eyes faintly reflecting her radiant hues. He still had her by the head, but she had him by his mind.

“Let me go,” Aurora ordered.

The obstinate stallion’s hand fell wordlessly to his side. He loomed before the comparatively minute female, expression neutral, eyes dull and distant, slowly breathing in and out.

Success!

Released, Aurora worked her arms out of her rigged bindings. Paws rubbed gingerly over her wrists, then stroked her sensitive ears. No nicks, nor bite-marks. “Good … Sergeant Jericho, was it?” the nude mouse exhaled in relief. She finally had them under her spell.

Had them all by the balls.

Why not make it official?

“Jericho?” Aurora repeated, with more volume.

The towering equine nodded dumbly. “Yes, Mistress …”

“Take out your cock,” she said.

Advent watched all this unfold with a mix of intense arousal and insane jealousy.

The ex-officer dutifully obeyed. Staring blankly ahead, Jericho reached for his buckle. Aurora stepped aside as he loosened it. Drew the zipper over his bulge, dragging a truncheon of swelling flesh from his strained underwear. The horse’s mottled cock ticked upward to attention, his hands again falling aside.

“Mmf. You weren’t lying,” Aurora murmured with wide eyes, appraising the stallion-hood as it achieved full mast. Her dainty paw traced underneath its fat barrel, then dipped into his clothing. Groping around, she pulled out the stud’s leathery scrotum. Letting it hang heavily against the front of his pants.

Curling her fingers, Aurora rested a delicate fist against the stallion’s testes, her knuckles vertical. Each one was larger than her entire paw, blatantly outweighing even a rodent’s.

Aurora tried to whistle, but her mouth was too dry. Her exertion wasn’t theater - she’d weathered a beating to get here.

Steadying herself, the mouse looked around at the other entranced pirates. Then to Advent, across the hypnotized horse’s cock. The feline wasn’t mesmerized but might as well be for her mute and motionless state.

I’ve impressed her, haven’t I?

Relishing the moment, Aurora raised one arm to prop her elbow on the root of Jericho’s shaft. Resting her forearm upon him, like he was a desk. Her wrist didn’t reach his flare.

“So.” She gazed playfully at Advent. “What should we do next?”