Krystal stormed through the stations halls, heading straight for the commanders office. A few furs turned to talk to her but she brushed them off, pushing on. Her claws click-clacked against the cold tile floor as she made her way forward, her tight latex suit making very soft noises as she moved, the fabric held incredibly tightly against her skin, leaving her entire curvy frame to be admired. And admired it was, especially by the males on-station. And off-station, too.. 

Doors slid open on her approach and the bystanders of the halls melted away as she entered the command wing of the station. Her big blue tail thrashed about to emphasize just how serious she was.. before she made her way to the station command module, where, hopefully, the commander would be residing. She pressed her paw against the scanner, and with an affirmitive bleep, the door slid open. The commander was indeed there, thank fluff, busy watching a holo-vid of some kind. The commanders eyes slid up as Krystal entered, looking all hot and bothered. Her legs had been resting on the table, but she swung them off to look a little more professional. Her thin rats tail slid under the table and she clasped her paws together as she looked Krystal in the eye.

"Krystal? What's the meaning of this? You know you can't just barge in here unannounced. I understand you're our best agent, but, rules are still rules. If you need something, please, make an appointment."

Krystal took a deep breath, trying to relax her paws against her sides, and took a seat in front of the commander. She took another breath, bringing her eyes up to return the commanders gaze. "Commander.. please, I'm sorry for the intrusion.. but, I am begging you here.. please can I be reassigned? And, what perverted dumb-fluff made these suits?!" she asked, pleadingly. The energy left her body and she slumped against the back of the chair, as the commanders nose twitched with a little annoyance, and a fair bit of concern.

"Well, first of all, that is no way to talk about the stations hard-working fashion designers. And I won't tolerate remarks of that kind in this room again. I don't see what the problem with your suit is, nor anyone else's for that matter. And, why on earth do you want a reassignment, Krystal? You're our top performing operative in the sector. Actually, no, sorry please scratch that. Last I checked you come out on top of all operatives in this entire quadrant. And that's no small feat, I'll say. It certainly improves our stations reputation." 

Krystal shivered in the seat, as her adrenaline came down slowly, and she did her best to not burst into tears there and then. "Commander, I really don't care about reputation, awards, top-scoring and all that.. I just please want to be assigned somewhere where I won't be used and abused because of my body.. you've seen all the reports I've made, all my logs, all my mission objectives and completions.. surely you understand this isn't *right*... right?"

The commander frowned, and tapped at her built in table-board, pulling up a screen from seemingly nowhere and running her eyes through a whole lot of long text, split up into hundreds of smaller subsections. No biological eyes could have read at such a fast pace, but the commanders eyes had been enhanced years ago with a whole host of robotics and cybernetics, allowing her to see, understand, and think a whole lot quicker. She turned back to Krystal in a few seconds, tilting her head softly.

"I'm sorry Krystal, but I don't.. really see what the problem is, here? Are you disatisfied with your workload? Wage? Federation benefits? If there's a problem, you can always talk to me. We aren't some capitalist hellscape from millenia ago. We're better than that, now. You know that."

Krystal sighed, placing her muzzle in her paws for a moment, before sucking in a deep breath and replying.

"I'm.. amazed I need to explain this. No, there's no problem with my wages or benefits or even the amount of missions I'm sent on.. the problem is what every single mission ends up being. You send me on all these community engagement missions.. translations.. first-contact with tribes, societies.. but they all end the same. Commander, I'm tired of being raped almost every day that I'm on the job. I'm tired of being thrown around like a sex toy, impregnated with countless litters of cubs over and over again.. please, commander, don't you see.. at all?"

Her voice was broken, and she really was trying to hold back the tears. It wouldn't do her good to break down in front of the commander, even with this situation. The commander herself could obviously see Krystals distress, and of course empathised with her. At least a little. Probably. 

"Look, Krystal, I get it. But it's just part of the job, okay? It's a common risk. All it is  is an occupational hazar-"

"Like HELL it is commander! I'm sorry but thats BULLSHIT! Just look at my last mission!"

Krystal cut her off, her voice raised and angry. The commander looked taken aback, before her face became a whole lot more serious. "Krystal, enough. I will not be tolerating this any further. You do not speak to a superior in this regard, in any circumstance. If you cannot behave, then this conversation will be over."

Krystal gulped, a tear on her muzzle, and nodded. She kept her mouth shut. She wanted to scream and cry and throw things around, but, she couldn't. This is her last chance.

"Good. And, I already read the report from Koltcha. It's nothing special, really. A 3-day excursion, with the primary objective of building relations with the planets inhabitants, a subspecies of Direwolf. As our best agent, you were chosen as many others don't believe Direwolves are easy to communicate with, due to their powerful and rough nature. Secondary objective was.. something about identifying some odd radiation signatures. This too was completed. So.. I don't see what your issue is, Krystal?"

God.. it all sounded so formal. So clean. So corporate. Like it was a 3 day holiday chatting up some locals to join up with the empire. And it was anything but..

"3.. it was not 3 days. Not even anywhere close. It was 12 years. 12 years on that horrible planet, at the paws of those.. beasts.. everything they did to me.. I bet my full report isn't even in there, is it commander? I wrote a lot.."

The commander raised her eyes at this, and looked back at Krystal. "We don't remove or censor anything from the reports, Krystal. Yes, your full report is there. Every last word. All that detail you put in. And it was very, very detailed. I'm sure the male command members loved reading it. From what I know, your reports are read very, very often. We track the views. Let me tell you, they're at a high count."

Krystal was stunned and couldn't even speak for a moment. She gulped and tried to take in some air, without screaming. "So.. s-so, you mean to tell me, all my reports I write.. get perved on by command? They read and masturbate to my.. experiences. They get off on reading how I was.. r-raped, and abused, and forced into s-sexual slavery for 12 years.. let alone all the other missions I'm sent on-"

"Krystal. Stop. I said they were read a lot. Not that they were used to get off or masturbate to. And, again, it was only 3 days. I know for you, it was 12 years, but in real-time it was 3 days. Tests confirmed that your body has only aged 3 days, even under the influence of whatever time-dilating power was on that planet. And, yes, your womb and ovaries are fine. I know you're gonna mention it at some point. In the report you kept going on about it, how you felt "corrupted" because your pregnancies only lasted a week or two, and thought you'd be permanently damaged. Short answer, you're not. Long answer.. you are absolutely and without any doubt undamaged by the amount of pregnancies you've been through, on Koltcha and your other missions. So, please, for my sanity, drop it."

Krystal slumped her head into her paws and weeped. Sobs went through her body. The commander sighed and went back to reading through reports and requests while she waited for her to recompose herself. It took a while. When she'd finally stopped crying, the commander turned back to Krystal.

"Look.. I get it. You don't like being raped. Or having your womb stuffed full with all manner of young. I really do get it. But, Krystal, you know we have treatments for this. You can always go down to medical and request that you have a rape-blocker injected. Your mind won't even know what's going on. You'll be in a happy place the whole time. You won't know what's happening, and you won't need to beat yourself up over being "unfaithful" to fox. Yes, I know exactly how you feel, because you made it very clear in your reports. I don't even know why you have a boyfriend in this job. Fox probably knew what he was getting into, and the fact you're still together means he obviously doesn't mind."

Krystal shook her head, paws tingling with regret.. "I.. I haven't told him.. about any of it. I don't even t-think he knows.." she managed to get out, before her voice broke up. The commander sighed again, more exasperated at this point. 

"Well, that's your own problem for you to deal with. Grow up. It's just an occupational hazard. And with your talents, there's really nothing else for you, unless you want to become an official sex worker. Fluff knows we need more. The men are restless and the girls we have are overworked already. There's probably one other job I can reassign you too, if you really want it.."

"YES. Please! Please, I'll take it, I will.. anything but this. Please commander." Krystal quickly blurted out, feeling a huge weight lift off her shoulders. Her body felt lighter, more energetic.. the mere promise of another job having lifted her spirits entirely.

"Oh.." came the commanders response. Her whiskers twitched in amusement, as she put forward a paw-scanner and a document. "Well, here you go. Place your paw in.. you know the deal. Although I didn't really expect you to want this jo-"

Krystal slammed her paw into the scanner. It bleeped happily and she withdrew her paw. It felt tingly with excitement. Finally.. a way out! A more normal life. After years of enduring countless mission where she'd be raped, tied up, impregnated, forced to her knees in front of drooling, throbbing cocks of men.. she'd finally have some freedom.

"Well, alright then." Came the commanders voice, definitely tinged with a bit of surprise. "I won't lie, I didn't really expect that. Especially with how concerned you seemed about how you've been cucking Pilot Fox for years. And in your reports you complained about your transport shuttle being attacked and having him "rape you numerous times, forcing you to carry his litters multiple times"  as I quote. But alright Krystal. You'll have about.. two days of rest, then please report to the shuttle bay for your transport to the StarWolf cruisor. I'm sure Wolf will be pleased to see you. Oh, and, your pay will be increased too. Especially since we've been trying to fill the position of StarWolf Liason for multiple years now. No girl seems to want it, for whatever reason. Well, except for Miyu.. but she has conflict of interest considering she invites Wolf over to her habitation pod numerous times a month."

Krystals heart sunk. Her eyes widened. Her breath increased. "Nononono wait, wait please, I take it back, I'll continue with my current duties with no protest, I promise-"

"Krystal, the contract is binding for the next... 15 years. It's on the holo-paper you just assigned your bio-signature too. Non-Negotiable. Now, please, get your fat ass out of my office. I've tolerated this intrusion long enough. I have important things to do, like watching this multiple hour long video sent from Koltcha..."

Krystal stood, walked to her hab-pod, and cried.