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Within the first minute the ever clever Cyanide had pried open a grate leading to a maintenance tunnel their diminutive party would be just able to crawl through. “This isn't the death star, so let’s try not to get seen. Mkay?”\n\nShe suggested, not long into the crawl a certain elemental would flutter to life. The energetic species hard to keep down at any given time. Marking her awakening with a yawn and her first piece of spoken dialog. “Hidey ho friends!” Slipping forward out from under the dragoness wing and ahead behind Cyanide she commented. “Your butt is totally adorable, but maby we can find some space for bath time?” In such a confined space the scientist could practically feel the elemental nearly bouncing off the walls. And could more than sense the soothing glow on her recently defiled backside.\n\n“Calm down Tinkerbell, but it’s good you’re awake. We’re breaking out of this can. Stooop, get to the front so you can give us some light at the very least.” She bitched to her cohort, pointing the way with her berry pink tail. However noticing another figure tucked beneath the mechanical drakes wing gave the winged darling pause. “Manners~ And sure! But first!” Clover was awakened by a little sprite around half his size kissing the ever living hell out of him. Her two hundred degree tongue tickleing his upper lip as solar energy when flush through his body. Lighting him up phtosynthetically by every chlorophil filled vein in his body.\n\n“Goooo~!” He moaned in protest, reaching drunkenly to nudge her off but barely succeeding more than fondling her as life was sensually pressured into his system till he panted out sweet oxygen in the otherwise stuffy repair hole. “It worked!” His de facto kisser cheered. Zipping ahead like a firefly to avoid a grumpy vine reaching out to swather away. “Oh, sorry!” Clover said, his body tingling from the rush of adventure. Something his spirit felt pressing more and more with every given moment.\n\nFor all Clover knew he could have just woken up in heaven. The cushy position he held along the synthetic fibers of the robodragon fit his body perfectly. One glance behind him did indeed reveal a nude rat scuttling ahead, almost everything presented to him. And an immaculately groomed alien pony was sizing up his body with her now better view. Taking a particular interest in his eyes, yet unable to help herself from glancing at his floral member which was fully extended and annoyingly reminding him about the BJ he’d been forced to enjoy only earlier this morning. How long had it been? He wondered, in this place with lights that shined twenty four hours a day.\n\nIt was clear from his posture snuggled along the crook of her wing that the Leshy was a cuddler. Had he been placed there with Cyanide she would be left no doubt unable to escape from his affectionate, protective embrace. As he felt to his side for Petal he was disappointed. Yet nonetheless amazed by the fellow prisoners assembled around him. Jaw trembling, it was all he could do to make out. “H-Howdy there, My names Clover.” He spoke with a Feroxian accent. Sounding as if he were reading out the rhyming lines of poetry and intentionally trying not to sing it.\n\n“Groovy Clover, hi everyone. My name is Circut.” The pixie flared from the front as quick as a hummingbirds chirp. Cyanide, glancing behind with an ear raised. Was actually curious. “It’s Cyanide, but you can call me Cyan.” She vouched, hoping to spark some introductions from the two girls she knew the least about. A perfect stand in for say a third party observer given that she had three juicy chapters to read at this point and had certainly paid more attention to the smut rather than the small time motivations of a twenty years outdated prodragonist and a flying battery that needed another containment suit to even be useful.\n\nCircut, who was certainly trying not to be annoying. Could not contain herself at the opportunity to open up to four entirely new people. Her social bubble having expanded tremendously in the last few days. The tube they were trapped in became her stage, her eyes lit up like lanterns and a delightful smile filled her lips. Head Tails flowing like water as she did a flip, absorbing herself into her story. Suddenly she was back in a world entirely man made. From the artificial grass to the sparkling moon and shining sun in constant slow rotation across the comparatively small ceiling.\n\n“My home, is in Happyville! The bestest place for any young elemental to live.” She described the sky as different yet still beautiful from the true space. Where the streaking paths of elementals danced across it like shooting stars. “But it didn't take long for me to figure out how everything worked there, I had tons of friends, and teachers who made everything easy.” She recalled the countless evening spent together on the schoolyard. Playing with marbles, racing along the padded, childproofed tree’s well under the speed limit for the sake of safety and learning every day the rules of how to behave. “But, there was something I just couldn't get behind. Turns out, nobodies ever left Happyville, well. Except to go to Punish Land.”\n\nShe recalled how quickly the assistants insisted she report straight to the disciplinarian, the instant she asked what was beyond the stars. “Buuut I was super clever, and naughty. I busted out.” She remembered the nasty smell and hour spent shooting through the garbage chute instead to find a way out. Something virtually unheard of, everyone was well behaved! The only exception was a rare accident, but Circut had made up her mind a long time ago. Once she learned the secrets of the big world, when she went back. She’d be a grown woman who could tell her friends everything!\n\n“Um, so the uh. Planet, galaxy, universe. I did not know they were that big.” She skittishly mentioned, remembering how she instantly got lost in the vacuum of space. Nearing the nearest, shiniest town after flying for hours to the nearest planet and only seeing it get about 5% larger for her efforts. (Which left her completely terrified she was not moving at all) “Turns out, if you don’t know this girls. People really wanna snatch up elementals like me. But I’m kinda glad for that, this way. I got a stiff punishment, without going back home! So all is forgiven.” She said with a relaxed hum.\n“What the f***?” Cyanide asked in confusion, her language conveniently censored much to the benefit of Circut who had never once heard that word anyways. “Yep! So I’m gonna write down all the secrets of the skirts, and once there’s enough for everyone to study. I’ll bring it back to Happyville and everyone can learn about this awesome place. Like, like! Magic, spaceships, stars. Gee willikers. Heck, I think the prolog will be about running away from clingy family that wants to coup you up! I got the most experience with stuff like this, so maybe I should lead~?” She suggests, eager to take initiative.\n\n“Hold your horses Circut, we’ve got a ways to go. Though I definitely admire your bravery, stick by me and I promise that everyone will get to see your labour of love.” Boogiegirl would retort, batting her eyes supportively. Peaking over the dragon, Circut would finally notice the mare following at the rear, her petite clopping finally making sense. “Ok- Pony! Oh gosh I always wanted to meet one, what’s your name?” She’d say, taking the light right to the back of the group with a hop along one of Mittens butt cheeks.\n\nEveryone with the exception of Clover gasped. “You don’t know Boogie? You’ve had to have been living under a rock for real.” The slightly skeptical Cyanide said at the Elementals obvious familiarity. There were elementals on as of yet undiscovered stars that had heard of the starlet. By now, welcoming the change in relationship. She was happy to give her name. “It’s Boogiegirl sweetheart, we’re gonna be great friends.” Circut reached a little glowing hand out to pat the snout of her newfound companion who purred in reprisal. Just as Cyanide was about to complain, light radiated out of the eyes of Mittens like flashlight beams.\n\nChanging her sentence, the mouse instead asked. “Care to share a little about yourself Miss Grendel?” Nobly, the drake bowed her head. With a smirk. “Anything for a comrade.” But just then, there would be a slight clambering sound. Clover, infected with the affection Circut had shown to Boogie. Now hung from her neck like a sloth. Causing her to instinctively purr from the depths of her digital soul. “Ooooh~ You shouldn't-” The mixture of her free jaw and the weight along her neck caused a chain reactions that lead to a click coming from her face. A tiny pistol protruding at an awkward angle that made Cyanide’s eyes go wide. “DUCK!”\n\n“*CRACK* *CRACK* DING DEW PEW PING!!!*” A couple of bullets would be fired off just as the drake tried to stick the weapon back down to it’s concealed department, all girls and boy screaming alike as he shiny projectiles ricochet all throughout the tiny space. One bouncing and disappearing into the distance ahead while the other stopped suddenly. A tiny dart carrying a quite lethal poison stopped magically just an inch from Cyanide’s neck. “Good save.” Said the trembling mouse as it was pulled away and discarded.\n\nDespite common sense saying otherwise, Clover remained clutched onto his nook on the weaponized dragoness. Almost like a minefield, so long as he did not budge there would be no more unauthorized discharges. Putting on a disciplined face for her friends as if to say she had it under control while poking the pistol back where it belonged. Only Boogie would see her lick along Clover’s shoulder blades. Drawing out a hushed laugh just drowned out by the sound of her clanky movement.\n\n“Your turn desert eagleye.” Cyanide insisted, pointing her tail to denote Mitten’s as next to the chopping block. “Oh? Sure.” She’d reply, seeming to stiffen slightly. It was not in her nature to open up, or indeed to cooperate with others. Even now her claws churned as the team was forced to make slow progress. “They call me Mitten’s, I am a genesis era crafted companion. If my looks didn't tell you already.” The dragon offered, as if coming fresh out of the box with a healthy dose of individuality gained from her years of independence.\n\nCyan replied. “That explains it! I don’t think there’s been an android calling herself that for something like five whole generations of robopets. I thought everyone that could afford the updates and upgrades got em, and those that couldn't were either kept by collectors or…” She thought it uncouth to mention the occasional killer robot scrapped for parts and lineing the scrap heaps of the galaxy. Though she indeed did have a point, by most androids upgrading constantly. They remained relevant and valuable at a low cost. Were she to elect an upgrade now, countless old machines would need to be shipped in. Experts across all the generations would need to pick her apart and rebuild her piece by piece five times to merely be on the modern scale. “Eeee!”\n\nShe hopped forward as the drakes bear trap like jaws nipped just behind her flank. Keeping a more generous distance now. “As I was saying, I didn't roll off the factory. I was handmade by Luke, the greatest engineer in the world.” She said with a passionate, almost playful expression. “The day he turned me on, he proposed to me~ And on our honeymoon he treated me like a princess. He showed me nature, respect. And we made bouncy bouncy way past when his soul was willing and the flesh was not.” She said with a naughty batting of her eyes.\n\nWith the most technical eye out of their group. Cyanide looked across her features to see if there was truth in her story. Indeed, the marking along her flank did not belong to a factory but rather a lone craftsman. But whatever his name was, his work had not been relevant since she was a pup. If anything, the only line that she knew had to be at fault was the skill of Luke. No amount of age could really eliminate the signs of masterful craftsmanship. She had none of the top of the line features. Cyan knew that her paws were a distinctive indicator of this. Often designed this way to avoid having to make articulate fingers. The most skilled craftsmen implementing as many joints as possible to increase flexibility. Hers had to break apart to do basic tasks, far from a seamless transition.\n\n“Then, somebody got obsessed with him. Did everything to try and manipulate him, us. Tossed around bonds like it was child's play, bought up every loose one he had for a fortune, even though he still owned most of his. She wanted him to come and work with her, but when he said no. She had to have him.” The dragon frowned, eyes straight ahead she moved with greater efficiency. When a large steel pipe got in there way, with a flick of her wrist her deadly sharp claws tore it to ribbons. “Anyways, she made him dead, and stole everything he had. So, I have been upgrading. Cause she’s gonna pay me back everything she owes and then some!”\n\nBoogiegirl’s ears raised at the promise of violence. Not expecting such ambitions from the sweet dragon who she’d been living with for a while now. Circut and Clover were thoroughly confused at any mentions of her creation. Though they differed in their feelings beyond that point, Clover was concerned while Circut was peppy. Inspired to get back and already cataloging what she’d been told for later use. Cyanide felt a budding respect, not only for the bot having taken her construction into her own hands for the sake of self improvement. But to have some serious muscle in her corner now that she was up against one of the nine most powerful beings in the galaxy.\n\nAs they came to a fork in their path, Cyanide’s nose twitched. “I smell people this way, and from all the wires. I think this is probably some kind of security hub. I’m all for creepin around like a mole until the sun explodes. But if we wanna find Petal before then we’re gonna need to pay them a visit.” She suggests, though a leader in planning she had little sway over the group as a whole. “Yeah I wanna get my claws dirty. RAAAAWR!” Mitten’s billowed out. Charging through the twisting turn forcing everybody forward save for Boogiegirl. Who proceeded in a petite clot.\n\nThe company hung near a large air vent, Cyanide using Mitten’s much alike a periscope. One of her eyes was extended through the grate while the other one projected it’s video feed in low resolution. “You’ve got to be kidding me, you don’t have HDMI ports?” “They weren’t important! I got the holo spitters instead, there’s only so much ram a girl can handle you know.” Examining the situation, Cyanide thought tactically. “We got five deputies meandering about in here, it looks like one’s monitoring the situation we-” Circut corrected. “You~” “I, caused. The others look bored, so they won’t see us coming.”\n\n“So there’s five of them, more than enough to take on a few armies if they were so determined. But we got the jump on them, so here’s what I’m thinking. Boogie, cut the lights. Then, I’ll go down with Clover on my back, and I’ll use Mitten’s as a gun. While Circut powers us.” The elemental would raise her hand. “They taught us it’s unsafe to power up stuff without the right protective equipment. What if I like, make a smore out of my friend?” The dragoness purrs like a crocodile. “Come on, I can take it. What’s a few walking tanks to this group? I could rip apart Arrest herself with my own claws. Just stand back and watch.”\n\n“Mitten’s no!” Cyanide shrieked in terror, watching the bravado filled machine dive through the vent. “BATTLECRY!” She yells out, instantly drawing the attention of all the cops at once. Finely wired, extremely modern technology souping up their reactions to act as one. Before she could even take a step every last one of them was armed with weapons larger than her ready to turn All of them into a pile of groaning bodies. Then, they disappeared with a sparkle. Glitter raining down from the ceiling while Boogiegirl nobly came in for a landing. All of her friends glancing at her with surprise.\n\n\n\n“What? Just a little vanishing spell, I sent the nice men to the other side of the station so they wouldn't get a scratch. It was easy really, I mean. There’s nothing stopping me.” She wandered over past a number of the consoles, seeing now firsthand just how elaborate this entire facility was with pursed lips. “W-That makes no sense, what can you even do?” Cyanide complained, dropping down onto the now disappointed android’s back before quickly hopping off. “Anything I want Cyan, just like you.”\n\nIt did not take them long to find what they had came for, a bank of computers displaying images from cameras all around the station. They were made for a highly modified brain to process. Hundreds of tiny images literally appearing within the space of a few feet. Everyone neared the largest screen with curiosity. Except for Cyanide, who’d grown quite thirsty and was sucking up the contents of a half full can of energy drink like it was precious, life giving ambrosia while everyone stared at her. “What? Find your little Leshy girl.”\n\nWithout words Mitten’s lifted up a claw filled paw without the articulation for a keyboard, Boogiegirl stood on her hind legs. Both hooves displayed almost in a goofy pose. Their green pall Clover said. “I cannot use the magic colour box mahm! And if she’s trapped inside it like the rest of these girls, I dunno what to do!” Circut however was happy to help. “I got this!” She said, whirling around to every search bar in the room at a couple hundred miles an hour to dance across the controls inquiring for Leshy, Petal, new prisoners. Anything. And successfully making every last devise in the room short of Mitten’s go haywire. Some screens going dark, others popping up blue walls of text. All before Cyanide stopped her. “Cut it out! Geeze, it’s like I’m adventuring alongside my grandma.”\n\nWalking to the only still functioning console, she quickly flipped down the number of camera feeds on the screen before looking through the various departments of the ship for their mark. “Max Sec, no… Psych Ward, not peeping back there… Rehab ward, maby?” She spoke aloud with a click. Gasping, the Leshy fell off of Mitten’s neck like an apple striking a physicist. Walking over to press his face against the glass. “Petal! Nooooo, what are they doing to her?”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFor the first time in several days, Petal was quite comfortable. More relaxed then she might have been in her whole life as a matter of fact. Though hung upside down in the middle of an unknown dungeon. Whoever had placed her there had done so with lots of love. The ropes coiled around her body like a web of helplessness were far closer to silk itself than hemp. Not irritating her sensitive skin, shiny locks polished to a mirror sheen dotted every intersection like the joints of an agile beast. Finally the bulb along her back was blanketed in a steady stream of light as bright as the sun.\n\nThough even she could not realize it. Her captors had gone as far as to turn down the gravity in the room she’d been cooped up in, decreasing the modest stress on her body even further. Though she may not be given constant attention, she was indeed captive along with one of the merriest prisoners aboard. Which in no small way boosted her spirits. In a room designed with her size in mind, she was hurriedly forgetting everything about her otherwise heartless capture. Staring at her new friends slightly oily fur. Their eyes met. A perfect time for introductions.\n\n“Mahmm~ Um, brrrg. Unnh hmmm mhmm~!” She’d chirp, instantly muffled by the ball gag her pillowy lips were puckered up against. Drawing a giggle out of the otter hung next to her. “Gmm grrrm~” She quipped back, a tiny drop of saliva rolling down her chest until the maiden tucked her head into her chest. Sensually rubbing it into her fur with honed skill in seduction. All while winking one eye closed and looking into a small box at the end of the room with a polished glass mirror. They would not be alone for long.\n\nA solid section of wall would make along series of beeps and cranking sounds before rolling open on the other end like a bank vault. Several feet of solid, indestructible metal sliding to the side and bringing in fresh air that practically made Petal’s body tingle. Walking into the four foot tall chamber was a busty snake. Wearing a typical CORE uniform that left only small patches of material over her chest and sex. Her scales was patterned like the night sky, a complexion darted with tiny stars. Latex stockings clung tightly to her arms and legs, tailor made exactly for her. Petal first noticed how toned her thighs and calves were as she entered with the commanding sound of five inch heels accompanied by a slithering motion.\n\nHer tail was almost double the length of her actual body. Filling the room with her presence as she came in and in. Drawing a finely manicured claw across Sandy’s plump chest as if examining her for freshness before the tip of her tail encircled petals leg’s and gave them a petite squeeze. Instantly revealing how effortless it would be to squash her like a literal watermelon. Finally, as she stepped into the dark with eyes glittering like pure obsidian eight serpentine heads would uncoil from her cobra like hood. Hissing like an orchestra and drawing in the smell of their fear and thrill alike. Her body was heavy, yet skulped. A certain sign that she was not augmented like a common deputy but was rather given the incredible privilege of customized enhancements.\n\nSensually, she caressed one of her long, needle like fangs with her own thin tongue. Faster than the eye could see. She bundled the two damsels together with her tail. Squeezing harshly yet fairly, her chest bulging dramatically under the pressure as it and her neck stood out. Nest of white headed, venomous snakes held back by her pure authority. “Sandy, Petal~ My name is Sheriff Revel but you can call me momma Revel ok darlings? And no it’s not a joke, a little good behavior and those toys in your mouth will be a thing of the past.” She promised in a nurturing voice.\n\nPetal was struck dumb by her allure as the door slammed shut, Sandy’s eyes sparkled with such dumb charm it was obvious she had lost all clue about where she was and weather or not anything mattered in the world. Were it possible, she wanted to have Revel’s babies. Had she the means of escape in this very moment, she would abandon them for the sweet embrace of rope and the taste of rubber while in her presence. It only took a good entrance to tame her.\n\nRevel’s mission was simple, to kill these girls with kindness and indoctrinate them both mind, body and soul into CORE. At the end of her tail, a rattle like, small fixture would press itself against Petal’s sex. Though she twitched, groaned “Marrrah!”, and nipped her weak little jaws along her ball gag. There wasn't anything she could do in the slightest to deter her attack. A thin coil of rope around her bulb being more than enough to seal away her only natural defence, her vines.\n\nIt’s rattle soon felt incredibly fast and hard to the pink maiden. Drawing out purrs from her like water on tap. Though in Reality Revel held way, way back. Able to grind through steel with that simple implement. After just a couple minutes. The Leshy could no longer help herself, sex dripping with honey and hearts dancing through her eyes with only breeding on the mind. Her gag was effortlessly removed with a single finger, hanging tightly along her neck like an elastic collar. “I even brought you a special treat Petal, be a good little girl…”\n\nPetal watched in horror as the dominatrix revealed a container along her hips that was plump full of the most sinful thing imaginable. “Ahhhh!!!” She screeched at the top of her wittle lungs, filling up the room as meekly as a hummingbird stubbing her toe. Revel grabbed her harshly by the muzzle, forcing it closed. Before touching her playfully, and sadistically on the nose… with a freshly picked strawberry topped with the slightest amount of whipped cream.\n\nTo understand Petal’s terror, one would most certainly need to understand Leshy culture. Their hands and feet made out of an almost identical material. The strawberry, among all other plants. Were particularly sacred. The cost of willingly eating one guaranteeing the harshest sentence imaginable, tickle torture for an entire week. The worst thing she could imagine and the Leshy equivalent of burning in hell for all time.\n\nBut Revel was cruel, quick and cunning. Her rattle starting up once again and jumbling up every sane thought Petal had into a silly pile. While her expression turned to one of ecstasy. The instant her jaws were unclenched. Revel kissed the ever living shit out of her, pressing the tip of her muzzle against the Leshy’s lips as if trying to suck out her mortal soul. It was the single most erotic thing the weak Leshy had ever done. Her mistress groaning. “Mmmmm, little sunflower, you’re all mine, shhh, shhhhh~”\n\nPetal was metaphorically and literally eating out of the palm of her hand already. Grinning, ever so subtly the Sheriff nudged the little piece of fruit closer but once it got within three inches of Petal her lips shut closed like a mouse trap. “Oh behave!” The horny snek complained. Before getting hands on. With a razor sharp eye her fingertips darted out to every weak corner of Petal’s body. Basically all of it save for the forehead. Making her howl with the most delightful and saintly laughter known to mankind until she damn well couldn't breath.\n\nQuick as lightning the law girl forced the berry into her mouth. Drawing out a scream of panic and renewed struggles. But there was no chance to spit it out. The snakes powerful hands drawing themselves over her mouth like an airtight vice. Effortlessly drowning out her whines and cries for help. The Leshy’s eyes went watery at the intense sensations flooding her mind. Like a college freshmen eating what they believed to be pot brownies but were instead simply really intense baked goods. In this low gravity environment. It felt as they made her float. The Sheriff laying down the law. Her hypnotic gaze meeting the weak willed Leshy’s heart in a masterful stroke of intimidation.\n\n“It’s time to learn all about the big wide world, give up those silly leshy rituals and eat what everybody else does. I’ll steer you right even if it’s not your choice little girl. I’ve seen it on every Leshy I’ve ever met, deep down. They, wuv, strawberries.” Left with no choice, weakness filling her body down to the bone in the less than ten seconds she’d been held like this. The girl panicked and swallowed the whole thing. Something clicked inside her head, and no it was not due to true mind control but rather a seussian matter of green eggs and ham.\n\nPetal god damn adored the taste, the passion, the naughtiness of eating the forbidden fruit in this place where not even the gods can watch. Satisfied, Revel released her mouth. Immediately having the leshy lick clean any remains of cream or juice from her fingers. “Debi, debi!” She begged in her alien tongue, wanting, needing more. “Thatta girl.” Revel replied, feeding the darling berries one at a time to the now overwilling Leshy. It was as if she’d gotten a taste of human blood.\n\nOooh she’d do anything for another, falling deeply, passionately in love with Revel so much so she was perhaps just one step down from her very mate for life. The only thing that could make this better being if she could wash it down with- “Drink.” The serpent demanded, crossing her arms beneath her now exposed chest. Petal, who was now Revel’s unconditional love slave and full time helper monkey. Suckled the ambrosia like substance from her teat as gently as a bee lapping the nectar out of an innocent flower. Fireworks going off in her head that would last until the end of time. Her captor quite enjoying herself.\n\nWithin five minutes, Petal was released from the hanging garden with the sheriff having several toys made directly for her body. “Well to be honest I thought this would take a little longer but for saving me the time I’ve got some rewards for you my little pink fucktoy.” She denoted sweetly, caressing the Leshy with one fingertip. The snakes along the side of her head gazing with a calm approval.\n\n\nConcubine Petal did a lovely little dance of approval, arms reaching up like she was so eager to try on every little thing the sheriff could imagine. Strawberry juice yet still glimmering on her lips like a the slutty vegetarian she had easily became. First, to keep her still. Her arms were wound behind her back, paws given mitten’s and elbows and wrist locked together in a box shape to ensure she was helpless and extra cooperative. The moment the mitten’s were put on her foot kicked softly against the floor in approval. Each one tasted like fine chocolate. A white harness was wrapped around her body. Making her figure shine and her chest pop vibrantly.\n\nNext, to silence the endless Leshy string of poetic praise and worship. Petal opened white for a red gag that contained the treasured favor of her favorite berry. Eyes held prisoner behind a leather panel. Top of the line locks were hidden all along the back of her almost inescapable outfit. A prisoner fit for the harem could not have any chance of going free unauthorized afterall. Even had she two hands free she’d be helpless to remove even one piece of gear as soon her drool made every inch of her plant like body shine in a glossy tone.\n\nFinally Petal felt like a queen as Revel pulled on two little thigh high heels that each tasted perfectly of peanut butter. Locked on by her ankles and thighs alike to ensure they could never be loosened. The Leshy was now a heavily restrained pile of petals and sex. Hung up like a rack of lamb back in place with a vibrating dildo and a butt plug leaving her to marinate herself steadily with her own juices while she twitched and cried out into her large gag. Another job had been done, now she set her predatory eyes on Sandy.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“Clover! Hey pall, it’s fine. Please don’t die!” Cyan would ask, poking Clover’s lifeless looking body at the end of the totally explicit scene that had just played out where they could all see. Eyes wide with concern. A perturbed silence fell over the group in the wake of the.... sordid first impression Petal had made on the group. The mouse could not help but to cross her arms in jealous fashion. “They get cute foxes and half naga women, I get the crazy megalomaniac that charges by boobies up like a car battery.” She bitterly quips before the Leshy returns to life with extreme speed. Boogiegirl giving a winnie in surprise.\n\n“We need to find her! I want a safe Petal, right now!” he blurted while Cyan took control of the monitor. Flipping to other parts of the ship entirely. Muffin replied “Hey we can do that little buddy, just calm down. She doesn't look to be in danger.” The dragon them mumbled. “Quite the opposite.” Circut inquired a question from the far end of the room to avoid shorting anything out. “Oh! How are we getting you girls, and Clover. Out of here, you can’t breath in space!” She suddenly realized, not familiar with ships.\n\nCyan responded. “What a surprisingly good question, they don’t keep any ships on board so no one can escape. Drones come in to bring in prisoners and all supplies are made here. Come on, there’s got to be some way.” She protested, brushing off the idea of hacking into a drone for a ticket out of here. They’d need a I.T. expert who was literally powerful enough to collapse the galactic government. One they were unfortunately shy of.\n\nMitten’s then suggested from experience. “I’ve visited their shipyard pens where they keep loads of Stellar Navis prisoners for when the comenderation. It’s a longshot, but maby see if they’ve got any detained here? With their pilot as well?” Cyan scoffed, such a break in policy would be ridiculous. And dangerous. Then again, a lone Leshy managed to sneak all the way into her holding cell so maby it was more of a herculean task to manage this shit show than she thought. “Oh my god, there is one. Her names Star, and her known associates are listed as one. This, beefy. Beowulf guy who’s her pilot.”\n\n“Perfect!” Clover quipped. “We just need Boogiegirl to do her magic, teliport Petal and us to Star. And we win!” The leshy hopped up and down, grateful for the instant victory that was clearly in reach. Boogie squinted sheepishly. “Um, they were locked behind a really, really big lookin door. And warp is one of my newest spells. So it’s way um, easier and safer if I tried to do it while actually being close.” She suggested, Cyan gesturing.\n\n“Well I think we need to do this fast, those deputies are gonna be back soon and they probably won’t be alone. The last thing I want is to run into Bubbles either. I say we procure the way out first.” The Leshy whined, drawing in sympathy from Circut and Mitten’s. “Come on you said we’d get her, what if that pilot guy drives off first chance he gets? We need her first.” He suggests, putting the group at an impasse. Cyan sighed.\n\n“Ok, here’s what we do. You, and Mitten’s go fetch sinner girl.” “Hey!...” Remarked the disheartened plant boy, before she continued. “While me, Circut, and Boogiegirl go and rescue Beowulf and Star. All you need to do is get her out of there and we’ll send back Boogie to take you the rest of the way.” The dragons broken jaw creaked, before she spoke. “There’s two issues with that plan, it leaves our only power source in the hands of two people that can’t use it and don’t need it. When I on the other hand, have lotsa guns and an itty bitty lithium ion battery. Also, it doesn't involve picking up Bubbles.”\n\nCyan rolls her eyes. “Fine then miss warrior, bend down. And we need to get her at the very end remember? Once we already have a ticket out, or she could screw everything up.” She instructs, the love bot seemed embarrassed. “Er, what did you say?” The tiny mouse slapped her rear end causing the naturally submissive beast to quiver and prostrate herself as she was programmed. Feeling that she was adjusting something but being able to turn her head past her own wing to get a look. “Heyyy! What are you doing to meee!?” She groaned. Suddenly the room grew hot around the group, there was a clicking sound from her hips before Cyan accidentally triggered a fire extinguisher which went off right in her face. Freezing her whiskers.\n\n“Bleh! There, now you’re plugged into the same power grid as all the cops in this crappy station, that’s as good as a dozen Circut’s. Besides, we need ours for the ship. She’s a frigate, not a racing craft. So we’ll be shooting our way out the second she’s not held down by those docking clamps.” Her face scrunched up as a shiver extended all the way to her tail. Thankfully a green pixie would settle down on her shoulder. Warming things up. She sighed. “Welp, good luck everybody. If you get captured and interrogated, be sure to last long enough for us to atleast get a headstart to Atlantis. Capiche?”\n\nShe asked, standing up to walk next to Boogiegirl, Clover stood on top of his draconian compatriot. Not taking one step away from his safe zone less he trigger another weapon stashed away somewhere. “We’re gunna blast out of here shooting star!” He quipped, fist raised like a cheerleader. Boogiegirl giggled with approval. Cyanide’s ear raised as if she could not hear him. “Just try to come back to me, ok? And… what about a star?” He leaned in her direction. “Said on his prisoner profile logamagig that his crew was known as the shooting star. So we’re gonna be the shooting star 2, electric booga-”\n\n“How the hell can you read CORE?” She complained. Even knowing as much as the reader did about his tendencies to watch extraterrestrial visitors. She knew it was a stretch. He retorted. “I am a man of many talents, mostly farming.” The group circled together. “We’re gunna get fucked pretty bad if this goes wrong.” Mitten’s said, hesitantly. Circut quipped. “I have a 100% success rate with escapage, there’s no way we’ll go back!” Boogie added. “I have sooo got to get you all on TV, there’s no way I’ll let them take any of you away.” Cyanide finished. “Let’s finish this tropey origin story and fuck shit up!”\n \n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Art Done By http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/dati/

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Thanks to the magical providence of Boogiegirl, our band of fugitives now five strong meandered as stealthily as they could through a network of hallways and tunnels layered with more security cameras than a electronics store in the ghetto. Within the first minute the ever clever Cyanide had pried open a grate leading to a maintenance tunnel their diminutive party would be just able to crawl through. “This isn't the death star, so let’s try not to get seen. Mkay?”

She suggested, not long into the crawl a certain elemental would flutter to life. The energetic species hard to keep down at any given time. Marking her awakening with a yawn and her first piece of spoken dialog. “Hidey ho friends!” Slipping forward out from under the dragoness wing and ahead behind Cyanide she commented. “Your butt is totally adorable, but maby we can find some space for bath time?” In such a confined space the scientist could practically feel the elemental nearly bouncing off the walls. And could more than sense the soothing glow on her recently defiled backside.

“Calm down Tinkerbell, but it’s good you’re awake. We’re breaking out of this can. Stooop, get to the front so you can give us some light at the very least.” She bitched to her cohort, pointing the way with her berry pink tail. However noticing another figure tucked beneath the mechanical drakes wing gave the winged darling pause. “Manners~ And sure! But first!” Clover was awakened by a little sprite around half his size kissing the ever living hell out of him. Her two hundred degree tongue tickleing his upper lip as solar energy when flush through his body. Lighting him up phtosynthetically by every chlorophil filled vein in his body.

“Goooo~!” He moaned in protest, reaching drunkenly to nudge her off but barely succeeding more than fondling her as life was sensually pressured into his system till he panted out sweet oxygen in the otherwise stuffy repair hole. “It worked!” His de facto kisser cheered. Zipping ahead like a firefly to avoid a grumpy vine reaching out to swather away. “Oh, sorry!” Clover said, his body tingling from the rush of adventure. Something his spirit felt pressing more and more with every given moment.

For all Clover knew he could have just woken up in heaven. The cushy position he held along the synthetic fibers of the robodragon fit his body perfectly. One glance behind him did indeed reveal a nude rat scuttling ahead, almost everything presented to him. And an immaculately groomed alien pony was sizing up his body with her now better view. Taking a particular interest in his eyes, yet unable to help herself from glancing at his floral member which was fully extended and annoyingly reminding him about the BJ he’d been forced to enjoy only earlier this morning. How long had it been? He wondered, in this place with lights that shined twenty four hours a day.

It was clear from his posture snuggled along the crook of her wing that the Leshy was a cuddler. Had he been placed there with Cyanide she would be left no doubt unable to escape from his affectionate, protective embrace. As he felt to his side for Petal he was disappointed. Yet nonetheless amazed by the fellow prisoners assembled around him. Jaw trembling, it was all he could do to make out. “H-Howdy there, My names Clover.” He spoke with a Feroxian accent. Sounding as if he were reading out the rhyming lines of poetry and intentionally trying not to sing it.

“Groovy Clover, hi everyone. My name is Circut.” The pixie flared from the front as quick as a hummingbirds chirp. Cyanide, glancing behind with an ear raised. Was actually curious. “It’s Cyanide, but you can call me Cyan.” She vouched, hoping to spark some introductions from the two girls she knew the least about. A perfect stand in for say a third party observer given that she had three juicy chapters to read at this point and had certainly paid more attention to the smut rather than the small time motivations of a twenty years outdated prodragonist and a flying battery that needed another containment suit to even be useful.

Circut, who was certainly trying not to be annoying. Could not contain herself at the opportunity to open up to four entirely new people. Her social bubble having expanded tremendously in the last few days. The tube they were trapped in became her stage, her eyes lit up like lanterns and a delightful smile filled her lips. Head Tails flowing like water as she did a flip, absorbing herself into her story. Suddenly she was back in a world entirely man made. From the artificial grass to the sparkling moon and shining sun in constant slow rotation across the comparatively small ceiling.

“My home, is in Happyville! The bestest place for any young elemental to live.” She described the sky as different yet still beautiful from the true space. Where the streaking paths of elementals danced across it like shooting stars. “But it didn't take long for me to figure out how everything worked there, I had tons of friends, and teachers who made everything easy.” She recalled the countless evening spent together on the schoolyard. Playing with marbles, racing along the padded, childproofed tree’s well under the speed limit for the sake of safety and learning every day the rules of how to behave. “But, there was something I just couldn't get behind. Turns out, nobodies ever left Happyville, well. Except to go to Punish Land.”

She recalled how quickly the assistants insisted she report straight to the disciplinarian, the instant she asked what was beyond the stars. “Buuut I was super clever, and naughty. I busted out.” She remembered the nasty smell and hour spent shooting through the garbage chute instead to find a way out. Something virtually unheard of, everyone was well behaved! The only exception was a rare accident, but Circut had made up her mind a long time ago. Once she learned the secrets of the big world, when she went back. She’d be a grown woman who could tell her friends everything!

“Um, so the uh. Planet, galaxy, universe. I did not know they were that big.” She skittishly mentioned, remembering how she instantly got lost in the vacuum of space. Nearing the nearest, shiniest town after flying for hours to the nearest planet and only seeing it get about 5% larger for her efforts. (Which left her completely terrified she was not moving at all) “Turns out, if you don’t know this girls. People really wanna snatch up elementals like me. But I’m kinda glad for that, this way. I got a stiff punishment, without going back home! So all is forgiven.” She said with a relaxed hum.
“What the f***?” Cyanide asked in confusion, her language conveniently censored much to the benefit of Circut who had never once heard that word anyways. “Yep! So I’m gonna write down all the secrets of the skirts, and once there’s enough for everyone to study. I’ll bring it back to Happyville and everyone can learn about this awesome place. Like, like! Magic, spaceships, stars. Gee willikers. Heck, I think the prolog will be about running away from clingy family that wants to coup you up! I got the most experience with stuff like this, so maybe I should lead~?” She suggests, eager to take initiative.

“Hold your horses Circut, we’ve got a ways to go. Though I definitely admire your bravery, stick by me and I promise that everyone will get to see your labour of love.” Boogiegirl would retort, batting her eyes supportively. Peaking over the dragon, Circut would finally notice the mare following at the rear, her petite clopping finally making sense. “Ok- Pony! Oh gosh I always wanted to meet one, what’s your name?” She’d say, taking the light right to the back of the group with a hop along one of Mittens butt cheeks.

Everyone with the exception of Clover gasped. “You don’t know Boogie? You’ve had to have been living under a rock for real.” The slightly skeptical Cyanide said at the Elementals obvious familiarity. There were elementals on as of yet undiscovered stars that had heard of the starlet. By now, welcoming the change in relationship. She was happy to give her name. “It’s Boogiegirl sweetheart, we’re gonna be great friends.” Circut reached a little glowing hand out to pat the snout of her newfound companion who purred in reprisal. Just as Cyanide was about to complain, light radiated out of the eyes of Mittens like flashlight beams.

Changing her sentence, the mouse instead asked. “Care to share a little about yourself Miss Grendel?” Nobly, the drake bowed her head. With a smirk. “Anything for a comrade.” But just then, there would be a slight clambering sound. Clover, infected with the affection Circut had shown to Boogie. Now hung from her neck like a sloth. Causing her to instinctively purr from the depths of her digital soul. “Ooooh~ You shouldn't-” The mixture of her free jaw and the weight along her neck caused a chain reactions that lead to a click coming from her face. A tiny pistol protruding at an awkward angle that made Cyanide’s eyes go wide. “DUCK!”

“*CRACK* *CRACK* DING DEW PEW PING!!!*” A couple of bullets would be fired off just as the drake tried to stick the weapon back down to it’s concealed department, all girls and boy screaming alike as he shiny projectiles ricochet all throughout the tiny space. One bouncing and disappearing into the distance ahead while the other stopped suddenly. A tiny dart carrying a quite lethal poison stopped magically just an inch from Cyanide’s neck. “Good save.” Said the trembling mouse as it was pulled away and discarded.

Despite common sense saying otherwise, Clover remained clutched onto his nook on the weaponized dragoness. Almost like a minefield, so long as he did not budge there would be no more unauthorized discharges. Putting on a disciplined face for her friends as if to say she had it under control while poking the pistol back where it belonged. Only Boogie would see her lick along Clover’s shoulder blades. Drawing out a hushed laugh just drowned out by the sound of her clanky movement.

“Your turn desert eagleye.” Cyanide insisted, pointing her tail to denote Mitten’s as next to the chopping block. “Oh? Sure.” She’d reply, seeming to stiffen slightly. It was not in her nature to open up, or indeed to cooperate with others. Even now her claws churned as the team was forced to make slow progress. “They call me Mitten’s, I am a genesis era crafted companion. If my looks didn't tell you already.” The dragon offered, as if coming fresh out of the box with a healthy dose of individuality gained from her years of independence.

Cyan replied. “That explains it! I don’t think there’s been an android calling herself that for something like five whole generations of robopets. I thought everyone that could afford the updates and upgrades got em, and those that couldn't were either kept by collectors or…” She thought it uncouth to mention the occasional killer robot scrapped for parts and lineing the scrap heaps of the galaxy. Though she indeed did have a point, by most androids upgrading constantly. They remained relevant and valuable at a low cost. Were she to elect an upgrade now, countless old machines would need to be shipped in. Experts across all the generations would need to pick her apart and rebuild her piece by piece five times to merely be on the modern scale. “Eeee!”

She hopped forward as the drakes bear trap like jaws nipped just behind her flank. Keeping a more generous distance now. “As I was saying, I didn't roll off the factory. I was handmade by Luke, the greatest engineer in the world.” She said with a passionate, almost playful expression. “The day he turned me on, he proposed to me~ And on our honeymoon he treated me like a princess. He showed me nature, respect. And we made bouncy bouncy way past when his soul was willing and the flesh was not.” She said with a naughty batting of her eyes.

With the most technical eye out of their group. Cyanide looked across her features to see if there was truth in her story. Indeed, the marking along her flank did not belong to a factory but rather a lone craftsman. But whatever his name was, his work had not been relevant since she was a pup. If anything, the only line that she knew had to be at fault was the skill of Luke. No amount of age could really eliminate the signs of masterful craftsmanship. She had none of the top of the line features. Cyan knew that her paws were a distinctive indicator of this. Often designed this way to avoid having to make articulate fingers. The most skilled craftsmen implementing as many joints as possible to increase flexibility. Hers had to break apart to do basic tasks, far from a seamless transition.

“Then, somebody got obsessed with him. Did everything to try and manipulate him, us. Tossed around bonds like it was child's play, bought up every loose one he had for a fortune, even though he still owned most of his. She wanted him to come and work with her, but when he said no. She had to have him.” The dragon frowned, eyes straight ahead she moved with greater efficiency. When a large steel pipe got in there way, with a flick of her wrist her deadly sharp claws tore it to ribbons. “Anyways, she made him dead, and stole everything he had. So, I have been upgrading. Cause she’s gonna pay me back everything she owes and then some!”

Boogiegirl’s ears raised at the promise of violence. Not expecting such ambitions from the sweet dragon who she’d been living with for a while now. Circut and Clover were thoroughly confused at any mentions of her creation. Though they differed in their feelings beyond that point, Clover was concerned while Circut was peppy. Inspired to get back and already cataloging what she’d been told for later use. Cyanide felt a budding respect, not only for the bot having taken her construction into her own hands for the sake of self improvement. But to have some serious muscle in her corner now that she was up against one of the nine most powerful beings in the galaxy.

As they came to a fork in their path, Cyanide’s nose twitched. “I smell people this way, and from all the wires. I think this is probably some kind of security hub. I’m all for creepin around like a mole until the sun explodes. But if we wanna find Petal before then we’re gonna need to pay them a visit.” She suggests, though a leader in planning she had little sway over the group as a whole. “Yeah I wanna get my claws dirty. RAAAAWR!” Mitten’s billowed out. Charging through the twisting turn forcing everybody forward save for Boogiegirl. Who proceeded in a petite clot.

The company hung near a large air vent, Cyanide using Mitten’s much alike a periscope. One of her eyes was extended through the grate while the other one projected it’s video feed in low resolution. “You’ve got to be kidding me, you don’t have HDMI ports?” “They weren’t important! I got the holo spitters instead, there’s only so much ram a girl can handle you know.” Examining the situation, Cyanide thought tactically. “We got five deputies meandering about in here, it looks like one’s monitoring the situation we-” Circut corrected. “You~” “I, caused. The others look bored, so they won’t see us coming.”

“So there’s five of them, more than enough to take on a few armies if they were so determined. But we got the jump on them, so here’s what I’m thinking. Boogie, cut the lights. Then, I’ll go down with Clover on my back, and I’ll use Mitten’s as a gun. While Circut powers us.” The elemental would raise her hand. “They taught us it’s unsafe to power up stuff without the right protective equipment. What if I like, make a smore out of my friend?” The dragoness purrs like a crocodile. “Come on, I can take it. What’s a few walking tanks to this group? I could rip apart Arrest herself with my own claws. Just stand back and watch.”

“Mitten’s no!” Cyanide shrieked in terror, watching the bravado filled machine dive through the vent. “BATTLECRY!” She yells out, instantly drawing the attention of all the cops at once. Finely wired, extremely modern technology souping up their reactions to act as one. Before she could even take a step every last one of them was armed with weapons larger than her ready to turn All of them into a pile of groaning bodies. Then, they disappeared with a sparkle. Glitter raining down from the ceiling while Boogiegirl nobly came in for a landing. All of her friends glancing at her with surprise.



“What? Just a little vanishing spell, I sent the nice men to the other side of the station so they wouldn't get a scratch. It was easy really, I mean. There’s nothing stopping me.” She wandered over past a number of the consoles, seeing now firsthand just how elaborate this entire facility was with pursed lips. “W-That makes no sense, what can you even do?” Cyanide complained, dropping down onto the now disappointed android’s back before quickly hopping off. “Anything I want Cyan, just like you.”

It did not take them long to find what they had came for, a bank of computers displaying images from cameras all around the station. They were made for a highly modified brain to process. Hundreds of tiny images literally appearing within the space of a few feet. Everyone neared the largest screen with curiosity. Except for Cyanide, who’d grown quite thirsty and was sucking up the contents of a half full can of energy drink like it was precious, life giving ambrosia while everyone stared at her. “What? Find your little Leshy girl.”

Without words Mitten’s lifted up a claw filled paw without the articulation for a keyboard, Boogiegirl stood on her hind legs. Both hooves displayed almost in a goofy pose. Their green pall Clover said. “I cannot use the magic colour box mahm! And if she’s trapped inside it like the rest of these girls, I dunno what to do!” Circut however was happy to help. “I got this!” She said, whirling around to every search bar in the room at a couple hundred miles an hour to dance across the controls inquiring for Leshy, Petal, new prisoners. Anything. And successfully making every last devise in the room short of Mitten’s go haywire. Some screens going dark, others popping up blue walls of text. All before Cyanide stopped her. “Cut it out! Geeze, it’s like I’m adventuring alongside my grandma.”

Walking to the only still functioning console, she quickly flipped down the number of camera feeds on the screen before looking through the various departments of the ship for their mark. “Max Sec, no… Psych Ward, not peeping back there… Rehab ward, maby?” She spoke aloud with a click. Gasping, the Leshy fell off of Mitten’s neck like an apple striking a physicist. Walking over to press his face against the glass. “Petal! Nooooo, what are they doing to her?”














For the first time in several days, Petal was quite comfortable. More relaxed then she might have been in her whole life as a matter of fact. Though hung upside down in the middle of an unknown dungeon. Whoever had placed her there had done so with lots of love. The ropes coiled around her body like a web of helplessness were far closer to silk itself than hemp. Not irritating her sensitive skin, shiny locks polished to a mirror sheen dotted every intersection like the joints of an agile beast. Finally the bulb along her back was blanketed in a steady stream of light as bright as the sun.

Though even she could not realize it. Her captors had gone as far as to turn down the gravity in the room she’d been cooped up in, decreasing the modest stress on her body even further. Though she may not be given constant attention, she was indeed captive along with one of the merriest prisoners aboard. Which in no small way boosted her spirits. In a room designed with her size in mind, she was hurriedly forgetting everything about her otherwise heartless capture. Staring at her new friends slightly oily fur. Their eyes met. A perfect time for introductions.

“Mahmm~ Um, brrrg. Unnh hmmm mhmm~!” She’d chirp, instantly muffled by the ball gag her pillowy lips were puckered up against. Drawing a giggle out of the otter hung next to her. “Gmm grrrm~” She quipped back, a tiny drop of saliva rolling down her chest until the maiden tucked her head into her chest. Sensually rubbing it into her fur with honed skill in seduction. All while winking one eye closed and looking into a small box at the end of the room with a polished glass mirror. They would not be alone for long.

A solid section of wall would make along series of beeps and cranking sounds before rolling open on the other end like a bank vault. Several feet of solid, indestructible metal sliding to the side and bringing in fresh air that practically made Petal’s body tingle. Walking into the four foot tall chamber was a busty snake. Wearing a typical CORE uniform that left only small patches of material over her chest and sex. Her scales was patterned like the night sky, a complexion darted with tiny stars. Latex stockings clung tightly to her arms and legs, tailor made exactly for her. Petal first noticed how toned her thighs and calves were as she entered with the commanding sound of five inch heels accompanied by a slithering motion.

Her tail was almost double the length of her actual body. Filling the room with her presence as she came in and in. Drawing a finely manicured claw across Sandy’s plump chest as if examining her for freshness before the tip of her tail encircled petals leg’s and gave them a petite squeeze. Instantly revealing how effortless it would be to squash her like a literal watermelon. Finally, as she stepped into the dark with eyes glittering like pure obsidian eight serpentine heads would uncoil from her cobra like hood. Hissing like an orchestra and drawing in the smell of their fear and thrill alike. Her body was heavy, yet skulped. A certain sign that she was not augmented like a common deputy but was rather given the incredible privilege of customized enhancements.

Sensually, she caressed one of her long, needle like fangs with her own thin tongue. Faster than the eye could see. She bundled the two damsels together with her tail. Squeezing harshly yet fairly, her chest bulging dramatically under the pressure as it and her neck stood out. Nest of white headed, venomous snakes held back by her pure authority. “Sandy, Petal~ My name is Sheriff Revel but you can call me momma Revel ok darlings? And no it’s not a joke, a little good behavior and those toys in your mouth will be a thing of the past.” She promised in a nurturing voice.

Petal was struck dumb by her allure as the door slammed shut, Sandy’s eyes sparkled with such dumb charm it was obvious she had lost all clue about where she was and weather or not anything mattered in the world. Were it possible, she wanted to have Revel’s babies. Had she the means of escape in this very moment, she would abandon them for the sweet embrace of rope and the taste of rubber while in her presence. It only took a good entrance to tame her.

Revel’s mission was simple, to kill these girls with kindness and indoctrinate them both mind, body and soul into CORE. At the end of her tail, a rattle like, small fixture would press itself against Petal’s sex. Though she twitched, groaned “Marrrah!”, and nipped her weak little jaws along her ball gag. There wasn't anything she could do in the slightest to deter her attack. A thin coil of rope around her bulb being more than enough to seal away her only natural defence, her vines.

It’s rattle soon felt incredibly fast and hard to the pink maiden. Drawing out purrs from her like water on tap. Though in Reality Revel held way, way back. Able to grind through steel with that simple implement. After just a couple minutes. The Leshy could no longer help herself, sex dripping with honey and hearts dancing through her eyes with only breeding on the mind. Her gag was effortlessly removed with a single finger, hanging tightly along her neck like an elastic collar. “I even brought you a special treat Petal, be a good little girl…”

Petal watched in horror as the dominatrix revealed a container along her hips that was plump full of the most sinful thing imaginable. “Ahhhh!!!” She screeched at the top of her wittle lungs, filling up the room as meekly as a hummingbird stubbing her toe. Revel grabbed her harshly by the muzzle, forcing it closed. Before touching her playfully, and sadistically on the nose… with a freshly picked strawberry topped with the slightest amount of whipped cream.

To understand Petal’s terror, one would most certainly need to understand Leshy culture. Their hands and feet made out of an almost identical material. The strawberry, among all other plants. Were particularly sacred. The cost of willingly eating one guaranteeing the harshest sentence imaginable, tickle torture for an entire week. The worst thing she could imagine and the Leshy equivalent of burning in hell for all time.

But Revel was cruel, quick and cunning. Her rattle starting up once again and jumbling up every sane thought Petal had into a silly pile. While her expression turned to one of ecstasy. The instant her jaws were unclenched. Revel kissed the ever living shit out of her, pressing the tip of her muzzle against the Leshy’s lips as if trying to suck out her mortal soul. It was the single most erotic thing the weak Leshy had ever done. Her mistress groaning. “Mmmmm, little sunflower, you’re all mine, shhh, shhhhh~”

Petal was metaphorically and literally eating out of the palm of her hand already. Grinning, ever so subtly the Sheriff nudged the little piece of fruit closer but once it got within three inches of Petal her lips shut closed like a mouse trap. “Oh behave!” The horny snek complained. Before getting hands on. With a razor sharp eye her fingertips darted out to every weak corner of Petal’s body. Basically all of it save for the forehead. Making her howl with the most delightful and saintly laughter known to mankind until she damn well couldn't breath.

Quick as lightning the law girl forced the berry into her mouth. Drawing out a scream of panic and renewed struggles. But there was no chance to spit it out. The snakes powerful hands drawing themselves over her mouth like an airtight vice. Effortlessly drowning out her whines and cries for help. The Leshy’s eyes went watery at the intense sensations flooding her mind. Like a college freshmen eating what they believed to be pot brownies but were instead simply really intense baked goods. In this low gravity environment. It felt as they made her float. The Sheriff laying down the law. Her hypnotic gaze meeting the weak willed Leshy’s heart in a masterful stroke of intimidation.

“It’s time to learn all about the big wide world, give up those silly leshy rituals and eat what everybody else does. I’ll steer you right even if it’s not your choice little girl. I’ve seen it on every Leshy I’ve ever met, deep down. They, wuv, strawberries.” Left with no choice, weakness filling her body down to the bone in the less than ten seconds she’d been held like this. The girl panicked and swallowed the whole thing. Something clicked inside her head, and no it was not due to true mind control but rather a seussian matter of green eggs and ham.

Petal god damn adored the taste, the passion, the naughtiness of eating the forbidden fruit in this place where not even the gods can watch. Satisfied, Revel released her mouth. Immediately having the leshy lick clean any remains of cream or juice from her fingers. “Debi, debi!” She begged in her alien tongue, wanting, needing more. “Thatta girl.” Revel replied, feeding the darling berries one at a time to the now overwilling Leshy. It was as if she’d gotten a taste of human blood.

Oooh she’d do anything for another, falling deeply, passionately in love with Revel so much so she was perhaps just one step down from her very mate for life. The only thing that could make this better being if she could wash it down with- “Drink.” The serpent demanded, crossing her arms beneath her now exposed chest. Petal, who was now Revel’s unconditional love slave and full time helper monkey. Suckled the ambrosia like substance from her teat as gently as a bee lapping the nectar out of an innocent flower. Fireworks going off in her head that would last until the end of time. Her captor quite enjoying herself.

Within five minutes, Petal was released from the hanging garden with the sheriff having several toys made directly for her body. “Well to be honest I thought this would take a little longer but for saving me the time I’ve got some rewards for you my little pink fucktoy.” She denoted sweetly, caressing the Leshy with one fingertip. The snakes along the side of her head gazing with a calm approval.


Concubine Petal did a lovely little dance of approval, arms reaching up like she was so eager to try on every little thing the sheriff could imagine. Strawberry juice yet still glimmering on her lips like a the slutty vegetarian she had easily became. First, to keep her still. Her arms were wound behind her back, paws given mitten’s and elbows and wrist locked together in a box shape to ensure she was helpless and extra cooperative. The moment the mitten’s were put on her foot kicked softly against the floor in approval. Each one tasted like fine chocolate. A white harness was wrapped around her body. Making her figure shine and her chest pop vibrantly.

Next, to silence the endless Leshy string of poetic praise and worship. Petal opened white for a red gag that contained the treasured favor of her favorite berry. Eyes held prisoner behind a leather panel. Top of the line locks were hidden all along the back of her almost inescapable outfit. A prisoner fit for the harem could not have any chance of going free unauthorized afterall. Even had she two hands free she’d be helpless to remove even one piece of gear as soon her drool made every inch of her plant like body shine in a glossy tone.

Finally Petal felt like a queen as Revel pulled on two little thigh high heels that each tasted perfectly of peanut butter. Locked on by her ankles and thighs alike to ensure they could never be loosened. The Leshy was now a heavily restrained pile of petals and sex. Hung up like a rack of lamb back in place with a vibrating dildo and a butt plug leaving her to marinate herself steadily with her own juices while she twitched and cried out into her large gag. Another job had been done, now she set her predatory eyes on Sandy.














“Clover! Hey pall, it’s fine. Please don’t die!” Cyan would ask, poking Clover’s lifeless looking body at the end of the totally explicit scene that had just played out where they could all see. Eyes wide with concern. A perturbed silence fell over the group in the wake of the.... sordid first impression Petal had made on the group. The mouse could not help but to cross her arms in jealous fashion. “They get cute foxes and half naga women, I get the crazy megalomaniac that charges by boobies up like a car battery.” She bitterly quips before the Leshy returns to life with extreme speed. Boogiegirl giving a winnie in surprise.

“We need to find her! I want a safe Petal, right now!” he blurted while Cyan took control of the monitor. Flipping to other parts of the ship entirely. Muffin replied “Hey we can do that little buddy, just calm down. She doesn't look to be in danger.” The dragon them mumbled. “Quite the opposite.” Circut inquired a question from the far end of the room to avoid shorting anything out. “Oh! How are we getting you girls, and Clover. Out of here, you can’t breath in space!” She suddenly realized, not familiar with ships.

Cyan responded. “What a surprisingly good question, they don’t keep any ships on board so no one can escape. Drones come in to bring in prisoners and all supplies are made here. Come on, there’s got to be some way.” She protested, brushing off the idea of hacking into a drone for a ticket out of here. They’d need a I.T. expert who was literally powerful enough to collapse the galactic government. One they were unfortunately shy of.

Mitten’s then suggested from experience. “I’ve visited their shipyard pens where they keep loads of Stellar Navis prisoners for when the comenderation. It’s a longshot, but maby see if they’ve got any detained here? With their pilot as well?” Cyan scoffed, such a break in policy would be ridiculous. And dangerous. Then again, a lone Leshy managed to sneak all the way into her holding cell so maby it was more of a herculean task to manage this shit show than she thought. “Oh my god, there is one. Her names Star, and her known associates are listed as one. This, beefy. Beowulf guy who’s her pilot.”

“Perfect!” Clover quipped. “We just need Boogiegirl to do her magic, teliport Petal and us to Star. And we win!” The leshy hopped up and down, grateful for the instant victory that was clearly in reach. Boogie squinted sheepishly. “Um, they were locked behind a really, really big lookin door. And warp is one of my newest spells. So it’s way um, easier and safer if I tried to do it while actually being close.” She suggested, Cyan gesturing.

“Well I think we need to do this fast, those deputies are gonna be back soon and they probably won’t be alone. The last thing I want is to run into Bubbles either. I say we procure the way out first.” The Leshy whined, drawing in sympathy from Circut and Mitten’s. “Come on you said we’d get her, what if that pilot guy drives off first chance he gets? We need her first.” He suggests, putting the group at an impasse. Cyan sighed.

“Ok, here’s what we do. You, and Mitten’s go fetch sinner girl.” “Hey!...” Remarked the disheartened plant boy, before she continued. “While me, Circut, and Boogiegirl go and rescue Beowulf and Star. All you need to do is get her out of there and we’ll send back Boogie to take you the rest of the way.” The dragons broken jaw creaked, before she spoke. “There’s two issues with that plan, it leaves our only power source in the hands of two people that can’t use it and don’t need it. When I on the other hand, have lotsa guns and an itty bitty lithium ion battery. Also, it doesn't involve picking up Bubbles.”

Cyan rolls her eyes. “Fine then miss warrior, bend down. And we need to get her at the very end remember? Once we already have a ticket out, or she could screw everything up.” She instructs, the love bot seemed embarrassed. “Er, what did you say?” The tiny mouse slapped her rear end causing the naturally submissive beast to quiver and prostrate herself as she was programmed. Feeling that she was adjusting something but being able to turn her head past her own wing to get a look. “Heyyy! What are you doing to meee!?” She groaned. Suddenly the room grew hot around the group, there was a clicking sound from her hips before Cyan accidentally triggered a fire extinguisher which went off right in her face. Freezing her whiskers.

“Bleh! There, now you’re plugged into the same power grid as all the cops in this crappy station, that’s as good as a dozen Circut’s. Besides, we need ours for the ship. She’s a frigate, not a racing craft. So we’ll be shooting our way out the second she’s not held down by those docking clamps.” Her face scrunched up as a shiver extended all the way to her tail. Thankfully a green pixie would settle down on her shoulder. Warming things up. She sighed. “Welp, good luck everybody. If you get captured and interrogated, be sure to last long enough for us to atleast get a headstart to Atlantis. Capiche?”

She asked, standing up to walk next to Boogiegirl, Clover stood on top of his draconian compatriot. Not taking one step away from his safe zone less he trigger another weapon stashed away somewhere. “We’re gunna blast out of here shooting star!” He quipped, fist raised like a cheerleader. Boogiegirl giggled with approval. Cyanide’s ear raised as if she could not hear him. “Just try to come back to me, ok? And… what about a star?” He leaned in her direction. “Said on his prisoner profile logamagig that his crew was known as the shooting star. So we’re gonna be the shooting star 2, electric booga-”

“How the hell can you read CORE?” She complained. Even knowing as much as the reader did about his tendencies to watch extraterrestrial visitors. She knew it was a stretch. He retorted. “I am a man of many talents, mostly farming.” The group circled together. “We’re gunna get fucked pretty bad if this goes wrong.” Mitten’s said, hesitantly. Circut quipped. “I have a 100% success rate with escapage, there’s no way we’ll go back!” Boogie added. “I have sooo got to get you all on TV, there’s no way I’ll let them take any of you away.” Cyanide finished. “Let’s finish this tropey origin story and fuck shit up!”
 

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