Choosing a Dream: Part One

No one knew when or how the custom of constructing treaty stations out of rogue planets and asteroids first started. Xenopologists speculate that the idea of finding a piece of floating space rock and hollowing it out to serve as neutral ground is so simplistic that any species that can escape their gravity well would come to the same simple solution to the problem of finding a place to meet without putting one’s vessel in needless danger. Regardless of who came up with the idea first, the cosmos is littered with countless innocuous looking hunks of seemingly natural space junk that upon closer inspection contains the lost relics of civilizations which have been gone for millions or even billions of years.

The Seed of Truth along with the Kroxaa wargator and its support craft were docked with the jagged piece of repurposed space debris when the Knavar hearthship and her frigates arrived. Lord James had ordered that there be a Triumph to celebrate their victory over the Kroxaa and to welcome the new supplicants to the benevolent embrace of human domination.

Nine thousand hungry and nervous Knavar who were still adjusting to their new reality were in awe at the city of wonders the Federation ship had built overnight. The cubs and nubiles laughed as they ran along the prominades to examine the arcades and parlors built as much to awe the newly domesticated xeno dogs with the wealth and power of The Federation as much as it was to give the crew somewhere to blow off some steam and boost their morale before James committed them all to doing something bold and dangerous.

“I want to give the crew a chance to have fun and before we go and give The Alliance a bloody nose.” James had told Mycroft after he had ordered the logistics department to find an asteroid big enough to accommodate the Standard Construction Template for a Macau-pattern pleasure habitat. “Give everyone time to enjoy our spoils and sort out our new dogs. Besides, it’s not like we don’t need the mass. Lopez and Quaid tore more than a few holes in these ships that are going to need patching, to say nothing of all the work that is going to have to be done on the Knavar ships when the infiltrators get back from their mission. Better to hollow out one big one and replicate ourselves a party town than build some tiny utility hab and still need to go trawling the system for fodder.”

As a result of James’s decision, the Knavar experienced something none of them had ever imagined before. As a species that was bred to serve as a brutalized underclass who have never been free from persecution, the Knavar had never developed a leisure culture. Now they were told to explore and enjoy an artifice engineered for the sole purpose of getting the xeno dogs to have fun.

In the dehumanized zone where the Knavar initially disembarked all of the attractions and boutiques were operated by Mekani and Zee-rai that had been programmed to speak the Knavar language. While catering to the half wild supplicants every whim.

The attendants and subliminal messages embedded in the signs and advertisements scattered around the embarkation zone worked to passively encourage the Knavar to sort themselves based on age and sex. The elders needed little encouragement to queue youthication treatments, the old and frail among them eager to once again be in the prime of life. Pups young enough for proper domestication training were enticed into the game zones and play mazes where they would be safe while their parents and older siblings visited one of the gene forges in order to enter the humanized only zones where their future owners awaited them.

“Come on. It will be fun.” Said Pack-Brother Zpht, giving his bondmate a pull on her ears. “It is totally reversible.” The Knavar reminded his hesitant spouse. Zpht worked in the vacuum of space as a hull maintenance tech, the most terrifying job in the pack and he was not going to let anything scare him. The Knavar voidsman had been looking into the archives ever since he had learned of his pack’s fate. He had wanted to know everything he could about the humans to be prepared to fight them if he had to. Zpht had not believed most of the stories their crew had accumulated about the races spinward of their usual territory, the stories about the humans and how they steal your soul and turn you into a breeding stud seemed like the kind of thing horny pack-bros make up when they have been ranging alone for too long with no women around. When the Federation envoys brought their pamphlets and informationals about what the Knavar could expect, Zpht was blown away by how the rumors seemed to downplay the life the Federation offered to its subject species. The horny Knavar’s thoughts were filled with fantasies of endless sex with exotic alien girls.

“I don’t know.” said Pack Sister Yma. The woman had been married to Zpht for over twenty long shifts. The young crew woman had chosen Zpht for his bravery and daredevil attitude, but ever since the clan chief had announced their surrender and had let those aliens aboard their ship, the love of her life had been different. Zpht was not thinking at all about their cubs. Zpht was not thinking at all about her. It seemed like all he could think about was their new alien masters.

“Aren’t you just a little curious? Don’t you want to meet these people? You saw what I saw, the same ship that wrecked twelve frigates while it ravaged four hearthships, and these humans did not just defeat them, they subdued them, aren’t you just a little curious what creatures capable of that are like?”

Pack sister Yma licked the moisture from her nose as the Knavar pondered her husband’s question. “Of course I am curious. I am also cautious. You said it yourself, they subdued a ship that was forty times their size. People who can do that should scare you. And what about the kids? I do not want to leave them for too long by themselves.” said Yma.

“They are not by themselves. The robots are watching over them.” said Zpht before he realized that was not helping his cause. “The kids will be fine. The Humans are not like the old masters. They don’t want to hurt us. They just want us to love them the way that they deserve.”

“One shift.” Yma conceded. “I will get in that wretched machine and go with you into the human zone, if you agree to come out with me and change back after one shift and spend some time with your pups.”

Zpht panted with joy as his tail wagged with clownish abandon. “You won’t regret this.” said the Knavar pack brother.

“Oh. I already do.” said the pack sister as she got the Polymorphozyme injection. The girl winced slightly at the pinch in her neck.

“Welcome.” said the geneforge’s A.I. “Before we begin, Do you wish to solicit an owner for yourself on the **** market or are you satisfied with your status belonging to your lord as his vassal?” The machine asked the Knavar woman. Yma’s breath was caught in her throat as she seriously considered the question.

The Federation representatives had explained what was going to happen to the people of pack Fresh-Snow-Zero-Tracks;clan-23g. For now, they were all vassals of Lord James Fujiwara, who was the captain of the ship that attacked them as well as some kind of wealthy aristocrat in the Federation. Apparently, this captain Fujiwara was planning some kind of attack on Alliance territory and planned to use the Knavar crew and their ships in an upcoming battle, afterwards they would be divided up and scattered. Most of the clan would be settled on a planet on the border of Federation space where they would be allowed to govern themselves, the most attractive of their young women would be taken back to Federation space to become xeno brides, a perk to encourage young men from the core and the rim to settle down on the border worlds. A small handful of the clan, those that were of the highest value the way that humans reckoned such things would be taken into the direct service of House Fujiwara and the Fujiwara corporation.

Alternatively, the Knavar were told that they could place themselves on the **** market and allow themselves to become a human’s chattel. Those Knavar who were selected for the honor of becoming personal property would be relieved of all duties other than serving the one to whom they belonged.

Yma bit her lip and took a sharp breath. The Knavar woman really wanted to say yes. She could not explain it, but she yearned for bondage, maybe it was the generations of selective breeding by the Phaaz’n, but something inside of Yma told her that being owned by a human was right. It was only thoughts of her children that stopped her. Yma knew that if she put herself up for sale that she would never see her kids again. It was with thoughts of her Ymly, Glrna, Zpht-Jr, and Frdl, that Yma told the machine “No, thank you. I do not want to sell myself.”

“Confirmed.” said the geneforge’s A.I. “Stand-by for an engramatic message from your Lord and Master.”

Yma felt as if the world fell out from under her as everything went white and the Knavar woman woke up into dream of someone else’s memories.

***

“It is an honor to be asked to do this, thank you my lord captain.” said Yolanda as she took a seat in the memcording studio.

“Think nothing of it, Dr. Schwalberg.” James said with a wave of his hand. “It seemed appropriate for the head of Xenopology to be involved in welcoming our new supplicants. The dogs are likely to be working closely with your department, so it makes sense that they get acquainted with you now.”

As James spoke, four xenos with neuroegramizing cybernetics were being prepared. The two male and two female specialist slaves prepared their minds, clearing their consciousness of all sense of self awareness, purging themselves of ego and any inner monologue so that they might convey their experience to the supplicants that would have these memories etched into their brains with effector fields and lasers.

“Are we ready?” Asked Reagan as she shooed her new twins away.

James had not been that surprised when his beloved presented her two new Ligreon daughters to their future owner after skipping past the toddler phase in a hyperbolic time chamber. The two blonde humanized cat xenos had been raised up to school age in a matter of hours. At the rate she was accelerating their development, the blonde xeno cunts would be of age in time for the triumph, which James reasoned was not a coincidence on Reagan’s part.

“Everything is good to go.” The neuro technician said. “Is everyone here?”

At that moment, Sydney came rushing in. “Sorry. Sorry. I am late. I know.” Zhe said looking exasperated. “Just, don’t ask.” Said the executive officer in that tone that said that zhe would tell them all about it later over cocktails in a Schar-bar. “I was in such a rush that I left without an attendant.” The transcendent walked up to a teleportal unit, punched in her command codes and had a pair of Dranza sent up. The nameless green skinned **** girls dressed in the red silks of kajira whores nervously looked up at the transcendent that they now served to see that zhe was not in a good mood. One of the girls swallowed nervously.

Sydney took a deep breath, snapped zer fingers, and took a seat in the semi circle couch with Yolanda, Reagan, and James around the quartet of slaves with the high definition engram recorders painfully grafted into their skulls. The Dranza knelt before the transcendent along with the attendants of the other humans. “Right. So which one do we want to start with?” Asked Sydney.

***

The Knavar males who chose to place themselves on the **** market like Zpht, dreamt of seeing their lord and master cuddling with a dainty human woman. Lord James Fujiwara watched him as a tall, lithe, predatory looking creature with the basic shape of a human female stood up and sauntered over to where the xeno stood. The blonde creature clad in a bikini gold and shimmering hardlight smiled at him as the subject felt the human’s fingers stroking his cheek.

“So. You think that you are worthy of being someone’s chattel. That is so adorable.” Commander Myers said to the memcording male as zhe teased his skin with zer retractable claws. “You think that of all the billions of Knavar who want to be a real ****, that you, some feral dog freshly plucked from the void, is of any real value? You think that you are worth more than the well bred and highly trained Knavar who have spent their lives aspiring to be worthy of standing in a display case to be bought as retail.”As the transcendent’s hands teased and toyed with the xeno-stud’s body, the man felt something strange happening to him below the waist. “Look at me.” Commanded Sydney. The memcorder’s gaze was transfixed on the blonde transcendent’s enchanting blue eyes. The dreamer never saw what it was that gripped him while the transcendent’s hands were busy playing with his ears and tracing the tone of his muscles.

At first, the man felt like his penis was being eaten by a toothless mouth. Then it felt as if that mouth were sucking on him with vacuum-like power as the orifice that contained his phallus grew wetter as it grew tighter. The man felt his cock growing harder than he had ever felt it grow before. It was as his shaft strained to grow to fill whatever hole it was inside only for the hole to grow tighter. Then the man felt something begin to gargle his balls and things got strange.

The man felt as if millions of tiny people were massaging his cock as they licked him from every angle. The man felt his balls being gargled as something crept between his legs to tickle his taint all while the body of his shaft giving a ride to an angel. Then the **** hit his system.

Sydney giggled as zer font extracted genetic material from the xeno. The faces that men would make when zhe induced euphoric ejaculation using zer bodies' more advanced features always put a smile on the former woman’s face. The man had trouble keeping his balance and Sydney had to hold the stud steady as zhe continued to explain the xeno’s destiny.

“Let me tell you how it works for whole-sale alien trash like yourself.” The dreamer felt a slap. “Eyes up here, xeno.” Sydney barked at the memcorder, the dreamer’s gaze moved from staring at the blonde tran’s amazing tits back to meeting zer gaze. “You are going to be placed in the quad. Your food, air and lodging bills will get paid at the end of the month along with any other debts you might owe.

“You will work, make your quotas, do whatever jobs you should be so grateful to have offered to you and you will not cause trouble.” The dreamer felt a sudden surge of agony burning between their legs and up into their brain as if a lava monster were devouring him from the middle out. “No one likes an uppity xeno.” Sydney said with a tone of indignant fury.

“Syd?” Lord James Fujiwara asked with an upward inflection in his tone and a cock in his eyebrow. The blonde transcendent took a deep breath and the dreamer's genitals went from fire to flying, as if all of the pain were a prelude to an ecstatic reward.

The transcendent executive officer giggled youthfully before letting out a sigh. “The important thing, xeno. Is that you are below a ****. You are less than retail. You, little dog, are a quad dweller, and quad dwellers have two options, pay your masters what you owe to justify your existence, or become meat for the abusement park.”

“That is.” the human woman who had been snuggling with James stood up and walked towards the dreamer. “If you are not man enough to try the labyrinth.” The elfin woman’s dimples became all the more prominent as she smiled and teased the dreamer. “Those who face the labyrinth’s trials and survive can return with value and fame. Prove yourself by overcoming the odds and show the masses what you are worth and maybe even I will want to leash you.” Reagan scratched the man’s nose before returning to the arms of her lordly lover.

The dreamer felt his genitals being spat from the maw of the beast as the blonde tossed him aside. The man heard the sound of high heels clicking as he watched the statuesque transcendent strut zer beautiful body away back towards the couches to take zer place among zer fellow humans. All laughing as their Schar, Ligreon, and Dranza attendants worshipfully feed their masters.

***

“Move it!” Zpht felt the cold metallic hand of the mechanical guard pushing the Knavar down the cold, sterile hallway of the temporary deposit block. The voidsmen turned dog on deposit clutched his handful of belongings as he looked around at all of the others of his who had chosen like him and proven themselves to be too eager to sell themselves only to see them stuck to the walls at the bottom of a gravity cage.

Zpht was stopped in front of a ladder and told to climb up. When he got to the third level, the Mekani shoved the Knavar through the hole and for a brief moment, Zpht felt the effects of two gravity fields before what had been the wall became a hard floor.

Before the humanized Knavar could get his breath back, he felt himself picked up by his neck and hoisted into the air. “Well well.” The Vyraxis dominatrix said before she licked Zpht’s face. “Fresh grease for the grinders.”

Zpht was tossed into a bunk and felt the spike heel of the rubbery skinned giantess leaving a mark and drawing blood as the creature spoke. “I am your overseer. Until you are worthy of worshiping a human, you will worship me.”

***

For the Knavar females who chose to remain as vassals to lord James Fujiwara like Yma, they dreamt of standing inches away from the man to whom she belonged. “Hello, welcome, and thank you.” Lord James said as he caressed her cheek. “I know how hard it must be for a xeno like yourself to forgo your desire to become a ****. I understand how deep your need is to become an owned thing. Whatever it is that made you choose to remain as my vassal rather than allow yourself to be bought and sold, know that your sacrifice will not go unnoticed or unrewarded. In addition to your privileges as a Federation supplicant, I am authorizing you an allowance of ten links a day. Don’t go spending it all at once.” The dreamer felt a strong, firm hand strike the flesh of her ass before his soft hands began to gently grope her body “As your Lord and Master, I command that you be fruitful and multiply. I absolve you of all oaths of fidelity and sever all previous ties of matrimony.

“You are a slut. You will give pleasure to any and all humans who desire your attentions and you shall in turn take your liberties with any xeno males which you believe will produce quality offspring for the betterment of the Federation.” She felt James’s warm, strong fingers probing the inside of her tight, wet pussy.

“When not producing beautiful babies destined for a life of corporate serfhood with all the liberties and privileges afforded to valued Fujiwara assets, you will be reporting to Dr. Schwalenberg.” James turned her head to look at the voluptuous bordering on corpulent woman who waved at the xeno girl with a hand of stubby fingers bedecked in jewels. “You will aid her in her studies. Help her and her specialists in understanding your savage ways so that we might use that knowledge to help more lovely bitches like yourself find the joy and fulfillment that comes with belonging to The Master Race.

“Rejoice my slut.” Said James before he **** his tongue down her throat as he toyed roughly with the woman’s tits. “You belong to me.” The human lord told the xeno girl before he continued to kiss and fondle the memcorder as the dream faded out.

***

Yma felt like she was walking on clouds as she left the geneforge, her body fully humanized. The xeno bitch wondered how the humans had made the transition to a totally different physiology so seamless. “They must have hardwired motor-engrams directly into the spinal column while I was dreaming.” Yma had a smile on her face as the memories of her lord’s mouth were still fresh in her brain.

“Congratulations, slut.” said a Mekani assistant bot. “If you will follow me to the fashion fab, you can select an outfit to get you turning some heads. Let’s make you into eye candy so the masters day can be extra dandy.” The mekani said. “I am 5sstnt, your lord and master has given me to you as an assistant. I am to help you adjust to your new life and help you to become the perfect pleasure bitch your lord desires you to be.” The mechanoid said taking Yma’s hand in her own to lead the recently divorced xeno milf to where her new refurbished humanized body can get tested out by some enthusiastic human crew members.