Disclaimer: This story is intended for readers 18 years or older. It is a work of fiction. Any likeness of any character to another, living, dead or imaginary is purely unintentional and coincidental. I, The Author do not endorse non-consenting (sexual) activities, kidnapping, or other offensive aspects of this story.  Anyone offended by these things should not read this work.  If they do, they do so at their own risk.

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'Floating in space is a peculiar thing the weightlessness changes how you perceive the world, if ever present gravity can disappear, surely everything else can too, nothing and no one can truly be trusted.'

A sudden hiss pulled you out of your thoughts as your ship docked to the station, "Mapil, get your things, we're at our new home" you heard your friend yell at your from the 'hallway',"Coming", you floated towards your cabinets and grabbed your pre packed bag.

As you turned around to leave you noticed your reflection, a nicely shaped female Beitok, your back fur floating around your dark scaled body as you hurry outside.

You are here as one of the five masters on this station, in control of the future of hundreds of fellow AC that get processed here, the best rank any AC can hope for in this twisted universe.
If only your friend could join your ranks, but he can't, he's officially your pet, you just simply refused to move stations without bringing him, luckily your new captain seemed content to listen to his new master.

The door clonked open and you carefully stepped into the docking bay of the station, your feet touched something you can call a floor once again, after months in space, traveling from gate to gate before reaching your new home.

Of course, even with the AC's amazing regenerative abilities a few months in space leaves anyone weaker then when they left, add to that that the gravity on this station was stronger then on your previous post and you could barely stand.

"Come on Bora, don't tell me to hurry then take an age yourself" you shouted trough the hatch locking your ship and the station in a cool embrace while holding yourself up on the braces that were placed here for just that purpose.

"weh, weh wond shoud."he sounded muffled and soon appeared carrying a suitcase in his maw, dragging one in both of his front paws and two on the sides of his back, "Wou noow, wou sould lifd some of wour own sduff", "Hah like I'll do that, instead be happy I don't shock you for even considering it.", you threw a kind smile his way to show you're not serious.

Bora was a male Torpalk, a quadruped feline AC with short yellow hair and orange eye like spots, she is not just your friend though, she's your pet, a slave to do with as you wish, a perk of being a master.
But nice as you are, she doesn't get the usual treatment of having to work long hours in humiliating,painful and disgusting jobs just to pay for your luxury.
Instead you basically allow her to be herself, when you are alone of course, but in public you must keep a facade.

"Mapil I presume" a young Monspik inquired, "Yeah, what is it brat?", "Thank the institute, I'm supposed to take you to your quarters but was a bit late, luckily you a-" he paused for a bit to swallow his last words, obviously new to this kind of situation, "Would you like me to carry your stuff ma'am?", "No, my pet can take care of that, but while showing me to my room make sure I cannot see your junk, if I so much as get a glimpse of it Ill make you regret it", a shiver coursed trough his body as you slowly and clearly said every word to make sure he understood.

"Y, yes ma'am", he whimpered while he tightly curled his tail around his testicles and sheath, making sure they would be covered during the trip, "This way please.", You followed the cute boy, wondering how strict the other masters on this station were, probably quite strict from how his tail was tightly curled around his junk.

"Miss! miss, can I please pet him?" a young girl cheerily said, pointing to Bora, "Marie, what have I told you about talking to strangers here!" a larger version of whatever species she was strictly told her, his face awash with fear, "Please excuse my daughters behavior, I will punish her severely for talking to a master.", you sniffled a bit at the pathetic man, bowing so deep that he hit his forehead on the floor, seriously afraid of his daughters life.

"Sure you can pet him, he's tame. Just try not to harm him, he's not here as punishment girl", her father fell to the ground as you ignored him, his muscles suddenly unable to not keep his weight from sheer happiness.

The girl quietly petted him for a bit and even though he did his best to be a good pet you noticed his face relaxing from the simple pleasure of being pet, your ocular implant suddenly showed a message, "\Schedule: unpacking/", "I'm sorry girl but we have to continue on our way." she pouted at your disruption but her father pulled her away, still bowing so low he may as well be lying on the floor and you wondered what happened here for a customer to be so submissive, its not that weird to punish 'poor' customers to show the slaves who is in charge but this is just weird.

"A1D, your quarters ma'am" the boy said upon arrival at my quarters, they were the usual masters quarters, a living room with a few rooms connecting to it, each about the size of the AC's room but they can be readjusted however the owner wanted.
You had the same quarters on your previous post so getting used to it would be simple, Bora immediately went to work and placed your suitcases in the rooms they were supposed to go and went to work setting up the furniture in the right places while you waved the young Monspik goodbye.

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"\Weekly staff meeting: 9:30PM/", "crap" you muttered under breath while your ocular implant kept flashing that text, the current time displayed on the top right where it usually was "\9:24PM/", you were playing with Bora when the message first appeared, "crap" you muttered again, you rushed out of your quarters so quickly that you forgot to untie him...

Well, he's an adult AC, he should be fine even when hung upside down with a cock gag stuck down his throat and a vibrating ring on his cock, he may be a bit upset with you when you get back but nothing the two of you haven't had before, its why you got a higher rank after all.

"There she is" you heard just before someone jumped on top of you, old reflexes kicked in and you froze, playing dead usually gets you the least pai-
Someone was grooming you, slowly you opened your eyes to reveal the other masters standing in a doorway, the light too bright to see much detail but you could tell there were three anthros and on top of you was another feral, just like you.

The feral on top of you had a strong musk, obviously male and you recognized Bora's scent, its probably another Torpalk.
"I can smell that the meeting caught you off guard too." he whispered into your ear, lifting his hind leg enough so you can see his soaked balls, "I was getting a tongue bath then this thing went on, I keep forgetting every wee-", "Thomas, don't bother that woman with your dirty stories, we are here to do a job.", A male Puigur said while extending a hand, you grabbed it and pulled yourself up to all fours, the Torpalk snuck inside when the Puigur appeared, probably afraid of him.

"Let me officially welcome you to the Shati station, renounced for our diverse work crew, my name is Pagator and I'm the serious one here, I usually do hard labor jobs." the Puigur continued while you walked inside.

"My name is Thomas but you already knew that, I am the messiest stud in a hundred light years, I usually do the sluttiest jobs" the Torpalk seemed to beam at those words, seemingly proud to be know as the one who makes the sluttiest AC.

"I'm Jenny, I like breaking things" A long furred anthro AC said, she didn't seem to like light, her seat's lights darkened so that you can't see more then that she was long, slender and her skin filled with long dark hair, at least her voice and name gave away her gender.
"Let me add to that." Pagator added, "She is in control of furniture and body mods, really hardcore stuff but some people seem to want it nonetheless."

"I'm Johf and very good at handling things carefully, if you want your AC unbroken yet wrapped up tight come see me." A smooth warm voice, seemingly belonging to the last of the masters made you shiver with lust.
Those smooth words were made by a Hatesh, a rodent like anthro AC, unlike most rodents his hair was gold and smooth and you knew why he's good at handling things, even you just wanted to jump into his arms and do anything to appease him just to see his smile.

"And, who are you? We were briefed that we'd get a new colleague but have not been told who you are.", "Well, Pagator, my name is Mapil, and I have spend the last few years retrieving rogue AC, mostly unaware out bred ones of course, I did bring in one or two actual fighters but since that has changed, if any of you are as good as you say you are I'd like to come with you to learn more about what a master does on a station", "I'd be happy to teach you a thing or two" Thomas quickly replied, his eyes shining as he stared intently at you.

After that it quickly went to the usual stuff, damaged property, fiscal reports and resources, but you didn't really care that Jenny ran out of nanite infused latex nor that Pagator was getting infatuated with the amount of sex that was going on in the 'private' rooms so you just zoned out until it was time to go back home, apparently while zoned out you promised Thomas to visit him someday soon but that's so vague you decided to put it out of your mind, sure that he'll forget.

When you came back to your quarters you found Bora still hanging, his face red with the amount of blood that has collected in it, yipping in delight, knowing that his accidental torment was about to end.
You quickly undid his bounds, carried him to his room and placed him on his bed, the room exactly the same as all other slaves get with one key difference, the door was open.

After that you slowly moved to your own room, your implant showing it was now 2AM, you crawled onto your bed, wished Bora a good night and went to sleep.

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The usual scent of pancakes filled your nostrils and Boka's opera soothed your ears as you slowly woke up, his morning serenades still one of your favorite parts of the day.
You got out of bed, stretched your limbs and went to sit, the dinner table was as ordinary as everything else on the station, its polished metal surface reflecting your friends smile at you, "Morning sunshine, pancakes as always", "Hm, thanks" boka knew to not say too much in the morning yet always teased you a bit, but what could you do, you're just not a morning person.

"Apparently you just have one customer today, a stud from what I hear, some equine and canine traits, unnamed so far I've heard" he continued slowly, feeling my response with every word to not overstep his bounds, "Could be fun" was all you managed to bring out while tearing the stack of pancakes apart, syrup all over you maw.

He then sat down on his pillow and patiently waited for me to give him the command, "Fine, go eat!" You practically yelled at him, annoyed that even after our years together his training still hasn't been completely undone.

With a few loud licks you removed the last of the syrup from your plate and face, and told Bora "I'm going to take a look at that hybrid, you do your chores.", "will do" he quickly replied while throwing up a cake to catch in his maw, it instead landing flat on his face, you fell to the floor, laughing hard enough that your ribs started aching, Bora laughed too however it was muffled trough the pancake that was still covering his face.

"TIMC, where is my job today" you asked the station computer and soon after some text appeared on your implant, "\Equine,Canine hybrid: locked in C3K/", You groaned at that, that was 20 minutes walking but without any other options you had to, however annoying it was, its still better then being stuck in C3K right now.

Weirdly enough, no one seemed to be out and about yet, your clock indicating 9AM yet not a customer in sight, the cleaning crews where quite buzzy though and with them you could see how creative Jenny really was.
All of the cleaners where feral AC, But they were locked ass to ass, two vibrating rods could be seen in between the two unfortunate souls, it seemed that it was attached to their weird helmets, if it detected anything on the floor the vibrating rods seemed to increase their speed, that was including their own fluids, dripping down in between the two AC

Their tongues also seemed to be foaming and you smelled all kinds of soaps, the helmets seemed to also release some cleaning agents into their mouths and if you know the institute, which you do, its not tasting like pancakes.

Continuing on your journey you quite literally ran into Pagator, a squadron of anthropomorhpic AC following in tow, each with large weights on their wrists and ankles.
"Miss, please be careful where you run" he said as he got up, then gallantly offered me a hand as well, not afraid to show his AC that he can be kind, "Sorry, my first specimen is on the other si-", "Ah, say no more, Ill see if in the future they can place them closer to your quarters, now if you'll excuse us, we have to train some muscles.", you blinked a few times as the squadron marched away, wondering why he was acting so gallantly, its not like you are a maiden in distress, you are here to condemn your fellow AC to a live they never wished.

Finally after what seemed to be ages you managed to get to C3K, you punched in your code in the lock and waited for a few seconds before the light above the door turned green, stepped trough into the tiny corridor that separated the AC's room with the hallway and sat at the small desk that was in it, there was a panel full off buttons and the wall was covered in a 3x3 grid of screens, currently only the middle was was on. 

There on the floor of this small room there was a pretty big anthro equine-canine hybrid, quite obviously male, pretty much the only equine part on him, that and the ears, under normal circumstances a freak of nature, here just normal business, pure AC rarely seen outside stations or wealthy people's property.

You pressed a few buttons and the AC flew up, suddenly a loud scream echoed trough the room, he looked for the source of the sound and noticed the main screen was turned on, "\Sit in front of me to start your day./", "Wha, where am I?" he asked himself before getting up, barely able to stand upright in this too small room.

"\Please tell me your favorite of these designations:
Bitch,Pet,Slave,Toy/", his mouth hang agape at the obviously sexually tinted names to pick from, you pressed the zap button and he jumped up, hit his head on the ceiling then fell back down, unable to keep his center of mass above his feet he fell over, banging his head on the door, "Eeeuh", groaning seemed all he could do at this time so you patiently waited a minute for the shock to dissipate before giving a softer shock to get his mind back in the game.

"God dammit, must I choose one of those?", "\I can pick for you, you have one minute to decide./", heh, you loved these games, playing with their minds, if only you could give every one a home that fits with them, sadly you don't usually have a choice, this particular AC was going to be set into the VIP system today and if by next week no one showed interested you'll have to auction him off to the highest bidder, which reminded you to fill in the info you already knew.

The smile on your face grew larger and larger as the minute passed but just seconds before the AC decided "Pet, please make me a pet!", you purposefully typed the next part slowly to make his tensions rise, "Fine! from now on you shall listen to... Pet", his face still as hard as stone, not a single emotional line visible, only a slight tremble in his left paw revealed his stress.

"\Ok then slave, what kind of slave would you want to be?/", this question was purposely vague to allow the slave to pick his preferred future, it probably wouldn't matter though, barely any VIP's want a hybrid, except for those that want furniture or body mods but you hoped he wouldn't get their interest, you're now sure if you can stomach that stuff.

Another minute later he has formulated an answer, "Make me into a pet, I-" he gulps, "I will surely make a nice looking centerpiece in some princess's harem.", you waited 10 minutes before writing an answer, instead checking if there was any interest, usually a VIP has several people checking new AC for the traits they are looking for but if 10 minutes no one gave a quick respond you could just assume no one wa-

A ping resounded throughout your corridor as you got a reply "\Interested, please prepare for suiting./", your stomach nearly turned as you read those words, suiting an AC isn't generally for a few hours, its usually for months maybe even years, you didn't really want to do this to him, of course you could give him to Jenny, she'll surely enjoy it, but since you are new you could use the respect gained from a job well done, not to mention the money to keep Bora, it was a pretty quick decision, you would just have to live a month or two with a twisted stomach.

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