The Averium Sea holds many peculiar oddities, the mystical galaxy of magic, science and exotic species. Many tales unfold on the starry sea, from tales of war, heroes being forged, betrayal, or those of the more erotic, this is one of them.

The Ardo-Cluster system (dubbed by many as the Outlands) is a nigh-lawless system of planets and asteroid belt orbiting an orange dwarf sun. Once seen as a profitable mining area, the Outlands is more known for unchained vices, selling of valuable scrap or relics from wars past. Trade is also a popular option, with barely any taxation on products and more leniency on what can be sold. 

On the outskirts of the Outlands, a small cargo ship was seen flying towards one of the planets. Piloting it was a Lago-Jan.

Lago-Jan are anthropomorphic and lagomorphic in appearance. They had smooth fur, long ears/feet and the small yet prominent nose of a rabbit; but their fur was more exotic colours compared to what rabbits have and a long tail, void of fur which ended in various different shapes (from triangular points, spades or crescents). Lago-Jan are considered extremely endangered, after the Drakon: a draconic, chaotic race said to be demonic in origin, proceeded to genocide down their race for reasons unknown, their home planet now scorched earth. In recent years, Lago-Jan population has seen a rise thanks to breeding programs and the Drakon no longer being of threat.

The Lago-Jan piloting the ship is called Vexen Proc-Connor. His fur was blue and his hair of the same colour was short, spiky and wild. Piercing green eyes made him an intimidating figure, this fact was amplified by his body. Vexen had seen his fair share of battles, numerous old wounds dotted his body, from cuts or burn scars from gunfire or other weapons; but his most obvious injuries were his left arm and tail (or lack thereof). His right arm was a cybernetic transplant, having lost it due to a malfunctioning door slicing it right off; as for their tail, it was shot off during a deal gone wrong, instead of getting a replacement, Vexen had a cybernetic stabilization ‘bolt’ installed into his back. Vexen had one more cybernetic modification (albeit more for show), His chin and lower jaw had steel plating installed onto it, his chin being pointy and sharp. The alien rabbit wore a pair of baggy, olive cargo-trousers and a grey vest top.

Vexen looked at the navigation display in the cockpit, checking as to how close he was to his destination. The space-rabbit had taken a mission from a beast-hunter, he was tasked with the safe delivery of an exotic creature to a ‘vice-queen’ (a title given to those that rule luxury resort destinations on planets in the outlands). It was a risky mission, taking a creature he knew nothing about, that was worthy enough for a woman of power to rule in the outlands, a land of lawlessness; But Vexen’s experience and the price made it the perfect job in order to feed himself and maintain his weapon and body. The mission was going swimmingly, until…

“UNIDENTIFIED CREATURE LOCATED IN CARGO BAY”

“UNIDENTIFIED CREATURE LOCATED IN CARGO BAY”

Vexen cursed out, from hearing that robotic voice, there was only one thing that meant: the ‘cargo’ had broken out of their cage, and now it was the alien-rabbit’s job to get it back in. Setting the ship into autopilot, he grabbed his trusty gun, a futuristic revolver rifle with collapsible stock and extendable barrel, loaded it with tranq rounds and rabbit made his way down into the cargo bay.

Poised, finger at the ready and eyes peeled for any movement, the lago-jan was experienced with firearms, having crafted many in the past, including the one he held right now, it also meant he wasn’t a stranger to firing them or combat using guns. But instead of targets he knew about or could see them, he had no idea what he would be fighting. He hoped it would be something that would succumb to the drug quickly, within six shots, and didn’t have any tough hide or shell that made it difficult to land hits on. Making his way to the cage he thought brute force was used to break the lock at first; but shuffling closer, watching his flanks made him realize something.

“It was melted off…” Seeing fluorescent green blemishes on the locks made it clear that the creature had an acidic secretion of some kind. A rolodex in his mind flicked through all the creatures of the Averium Sea that he knew which had this property; But he had little time to think as a verbose screech filled the area, it was loud and long, like a nail scraping at a pain of glass.

With quick reflexes, Vexen did a 180, gun raised at whatever made the noise, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop the glob of webbing fired straight at his chest, launching and glueing him onto the cold, metal floor of the cage with a thud, his rifle had fallen just out of range for him to fight back the creature that was coming closer.

“Webbing? Shit they didn’t…” Vexen had just learnt what the exotic creature he was tasked with delivering was. He was given more clarification when it came into view.

It was seemingly arachnid at first with the thick deep purple carapace, the green compound eyes gazing at him and sharp fangs secreting with the acidic saliva , yet it bared a quadruped form, the front legs sharing the spider-like traits, until the three-pronged feet with claws long and sharp as scythes, the back lacked feet and instead blade-like protrusions that were sharp enough to dig into rock. The creature was called a Yotarach, this one clearly an alpha of large size.

Vexen was in a situation of peril, concerned about what the alien would do, but he was more confused. Yoterach weren’t exotic at all, they were a pack beast that used the corpse of creatures to lay their spawn (a fate he hopes to escape) and were found in caves or dense forests, why did the customer want one of these?

His questions were soon answered, the arachnid-wolf creature spat on his lower half. The Lago-Jan expected a searing pain, but instead watched his trousers and underwear be burnt to nothing, and his groomed pubic bush and above-average, uncut length and sack to be put on display. The Yoterach moved closer onto him, keeping eye contact, whilst Vexen saw a surprising feature.

“Y-You’re a male!?” 

Yoterach genetics dictated that 95 percent of all found in the wild were female, their eggs are naturally fertilized and thus males weren’t needed; but they existed and Vexen learnt more of their anatomy. The alien’s penis was 10 inches long, thin and tapered off to a fine point like a dagger and had a texture to that of a scorpion’s tail, at the bottom laid a round bulbous knot. He watched them line it up close with their backside, the rabbit’s eyes sprung wide open at the firm prodding.

“Shit, No, No, No…” His words did little when that feral cock penetrated his unlubed ass, ready to breed the bunny and rid themselves of the rut they were in. The Lago-Jan grit his teeth, he couldn’t struggle nor reach his gun to knock them out, he was stuck being this thing’s toy to pleasure themselves with. Each section of that cock was painful yet gave the slightest bit of unwanted pleasure, it was almost like a ribbed effect or similar to anal beads, except they pulsated and were warm. He could hear it screech in pleasure whilst it began bucking in and out of the rabbit, he could tell that it was in heat, but he pondered if that was the reason he broke out the cage? 

“Shit…you fucking…” The rabbit wanted to think straight and see if he can do anything to fight back; But his body was betraying him, those small jolts of pleasure had become much larger and potent, his body was betraying them and giving into it, their cock was now at full mast with a globule of pre dripping down the blue shaft. Vexen knew he couldn’t stop this by now and wanted it to end; but he wasn’t prepared for what came next.

That thick shaft had bulged his belly with just 8 inches; but soon he would feel them all. The rare male Yoterach pulled back and suddenly went knot deep, the rabbit screeched out from the immense pain, seeing his stomach tent with that cock which rapidly went in and out of him. But that wasn’t the end of it; he could see them pushing more and more, that could only mean one thing…

“N-No…don’t you fucking-” It was too late to retaliated, the Yoterach knotted him and with a feral cry of relieve, fired his seed into his hole, that warm substance making Vexen cringe, he couldn’t believe he had been used like a breeding mount. Rope after rope filled the confines of his anal cavity, the bunny watched his belly bulge out slightly from it all. In the end the creature used all his energy, placed their weight on the rabbit and fell into a slumber.

“S-Shit… That fucking happened…” Vexen was annoyed that he let this happen, they will be at their location soon and the rabbit didn’t want to be seen like this. 

Later on, the rabbit was able to escape the webbing thanks to their acidic spit, locking them up in another cage and tranqing them just to be safe. With his hole violated Vexen had to hobble back up to the cockpit, his body and spirit damaged from what just happened, he wouldn’t forget about this easily, he wished he could…