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The guard opened the door in front of them, ushering them through and onto what appeared to be a metal catwalk. To either side of them was darkness and a long fall. A few meters in front of them, curved, black metal wall presented them with another door. The guardsman opened that one, too, and pushed them inside.

The door slid shut behind them and sealed itself with an audible hiss. Sasha, Dekhal, Candi, Vicky, and Marcus stood in the room, in varying stages of undress or trance.

Vicky kept drifting in and out of consciousness, and several times on the way had stopped to fondle herself, only to be prodded back into motion by a guard; she now knelt on the floor, whimpering and rubbing her crotch, seemingly unable or unwilling to stop her hand. Marcus had woken somewhat, but was still mostly pliable. The other three were wide awake and scared, but the latter eased somewhat when they realized they were alone in the room.

"Where are we?" Dekhal asked.

Candice walked further the room, running her hands along the machinery as if she were familiar with it--and as if that fact surprised her. "Room 429. The real one, that is. This is where it all started." As the doe got further in, the lights brightened automatically. The room they illuminated was... unusual, to say the least.

A bed dominated the room, surrounded by a variety of viewscreens, and the entire assembly seemed out of place. Scattered around the room were various trinkets and devices, machines large and small; they all seemed much more at home, and almost none of them were made by furred hands.

On one wall, a pair of large cylindrical tanks had been welded in place; they were of First Race manufacture, but obviously did not belong. To their left, a dizzying array of panels, readouts, gauges, and controls surrounded a comfortable captain's chair. On the displays were starcharts all the way back to Sol.

"Candice?" Sasha's voice held wonder, and a little awe. The technology around her was hundreds of years ahead of even the best science of the State. Even one small piece would be enough to make her wealthy beyond her dreams. Or start a war. Probably both.

Candice sounded surprised, as if she were just now remembering what she was about to say. "'Room 429' is the codename for this vessel. I don't know much about it, but I know the pilot was still alive when we found him.

"We--the State--suspected for some time that our general susceptibility to hypnotic suggestion was a flaw we shared with the humans. They engineered us with a specific vulnerability to a certain pattern of color and sound, which makes sense, but there was no reason for them to make us hypnotizable by other means.

"Our inquisitors soon discovered that this was true. Using a mix of sex, primitive drugs, and color patterns, they managed to take control of the human pilot. We couldn't move his possessions to a lab for study without setting off their anti-tampering failsafes, so we built the lab around the ship instead. The rest has been added on, piece by piece--we needed the lab mobile, so we gave it engines. We needed to hide it, so we made it stealthy. So on and so forth."

Vicky's tail thrashed nervously. "So when they first made us, they left that vulnerability in? Why?"

Dekhal's voice was dark; he'd found a puzzle, and was trying to work it out. "They made us as pets, at first, remember? A Living Novelty, and all that? Hence the sex drive and the amazing features. They were focused more on improving appearance deficits than anything else. We were never supposed to be our own race. That happened on accident. They wanted big dicks and big tits they could keep in line, but beyond that I don't think they cared."

The screens around the bed flickered to life, displaying a loading pattern. Sasha heard a sharp intake of breath, turned to see Marcus's hand on the controls; the wolf looked surprised. "Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

Candice looked at him and licked her lips. "Hm, you're awake. Are you going to behave? We don't have time to deal with you right now, but we can't have you panicking on us. Am I going to have to put you under again?" When she got to the last part, his cock twitched.

"No, I'll be okay, I think. I feel... strange. Hollow, like. It's like I'm in a dream, and I know it's a dream, but it's real, isn't it? But I can't bring myself to take it literally." Marcus held his hands up, looking at the crusted juices on his fur. His tongue darted out, running itself over his teeth, and he kept glancing at Candice. Sasha grinned, but looked over to the fox instead.

Vicky had roused herself and climbed up onto the bed. She was examining the monitors surrounding her. "What I don't understand is why they brought us here. This place is damned secret, and for good reason. Why show it to us? There's got to be a better prison cell. I don't--unh?!" a guttural moan cut her off and her eyes rolled back into her head.

The vixen collapsed on the bed, her hand back at her sex, pushing three fingers inside of herself as fast as she could, grinding her hips against her hand. Around her, the screens had finished loading. Everywhere she looked, a pair of panthers fucked relentlessly.

On one monitor, the male ate out the female; on another, the female rode the male, on still another, the female was worshipping at the male's cock, and so on and so on, in hundreds of positions, in varying stages of trance. The biggest screen had an image of two big, round, midnight-black breasts, bouncing gently up and down, and it was at that screen that Vicky stared the most.

Sasha was trying to figure out how those images could have had such an immediate effect on Vicky when she heard the small hissing sound of gas being pumped into the room.

The smell hit Dekhal first, the big lion stumbling forward, putting out a hand to steady himself. He tried to look away, to cover his nose, but the masturbating fox held his attentions too tightly. His hands fumbled with his pants, freeing his member, and in a moment he was upon her, pushing her back into the blankets, positioning himself in front of her sex, sliding into her eager passage as her legs pulled him in.

Sasha had the presence of mind to stumble back, heading away from the bed, but Marcus had no such thought. The postman turned toward Candi and growled, long and low in his throat, his dick throbbing in the air in front of him. The doe barely had a chance to squeak before he lunged, grabbing her around the waist, kissing her full on the lips and giving her a mouthful of whatever he inhaled. She moaned into him, losing her footing, and the two of them sank to the floor, lost in each other.

Sasha's tail brushed against the strange metal wall behind her. There was nowhere left to run. Desperately, she glanced around the room, but found no solace--the cockpit, the orgy in front of her, the monitors, the black-furred tits on the screen, the trove of technology, the small holes where the delicious-smelling fragrance was coming from, the orgy in front of her, the tits on the screen, the orgy in front of her, her hand slipping into her pants and caressing her sex, the tits on the screen (closer now), the orgy she was in the middle of, her pants on the floor (how had they gotten there?), the vixen's muzzle pushing against her snatch, the tits on the screen (through lidded eyes), darkness.

* * *

"Stop please stop, Sasha you have to stop, stop--ooohh--stop licking me, you'll bring meeeeahhhhh, me back down. I know it's hard, but you haahhh, haahhh, have to fight it, stop licking, stop, pleeeaaaase stooooppppppp!" Vicky's voice cracked into a whine, desperate and needy, that Sasha could barely understand. The words she heard didn't register.

Sex was all that mattered. There was sex-smell in her nose, sex-taste on her tongue, and sex-touch right in front of her muzzle. Her tongue lapped out again and again, sliding along the vixen's pussy, licking the lips and dampening the soft, downy fur to the sides of it, dipping inside to taste, swirling around the fox's clitty, relentless.

Vicky clenched around Sasha's tongue, the words chased away by moaning, and the light in her eyes dimmed by orgasm. Sasha licked her lips and leaned in again, but a tug at her tail made her turn around. Behind her, a panthress had joined them on the oversized bed, her long black tail swishing behind her.

Sasha sprang, catching the woman off guard and pinning her back against the bed. The lynx's hand darted back, spreading the panther's nether lips open to make room for a tongue. Her eyes met the panthress's and held them as she slid slowly down the magnificent black-furred body.

Sasha murred in surprised pleasure as her nose found the black cat's sex; the glorious musk permeating the air was much stronger here, and Sasha inhaled it greedily. The panthress shifted, moving her snatch away, and Sasha growled a warning. The woman didn't listen; she was distracted by something. Sasha pinched her clitty, making her yowl. When the black cat looked back down at the lynx, Sasha slid her fingers inside the panthress to reward her.

The other cat grinned, getting the hint and maintaining eye contact as Sasha went back to work. Sasha licked the black snatch thoroughly, long and deep, the lynx's rough tongue making the panthress's eyes roll back into her head as her clawed hands tore furrows in the blankets.

When Sasha had her fill of the taste of the other cat, she replaced her tongue with her hand, teasing the panthress as she slid back up her victim's body, never breaking eye contact. Before long lynx lay atop panthress, breasts pushing against each other, Sasha's fingers thrusting into the black cat's pussy, eyes locked together inches away from each other.

Sasha slid down, just an inch, to better her position, but when the panthress's gaze followed her perfectly a thrill spiked through the lynx's body. Her addled mind didn't know what it meant, but her instincts did, and the panthress clearly looked like she wanted something. Her hand slowed its thrusting, finding a steady rhythm. They lay like that a minute or two, Sasha's hands working in and out in that slow, consistent pace.

The deep blue eyes she had captured slowly lost their focus, lids covering almost half of them, and Sasha slowed her fingers more, and more, and more, until she was barely moving, swaying back and forth, pushed halfway inside the panthress. Sasha leaned forward the rest of the way and kissed the black-furred muzzle in front of her; the panthress's eyes shut, her nostrils flaring, breathing deep the musk surrounding her, giving herself to the male half of the gas hissing into the room.

They'd both been purring for some time, but as Sasha lay on top of the panthress, their deep contented thrum began to synchronize, the darker femme breathing in time with Sasha, the lighter one driven by instinct to entrance. The lynx couldn't talk, but no words were necessary; she guided the panthress down, farther and farther, a stroke here, a lick there, slower and slower, until the two of them were hardly moving at all.

Sasha blinked, and so did the other cat. Sasha blinked slower, opening her eyes reluctantly. The panthress lagged behind, barely opening hers at all. The lynx closed her eyes, opened them, and put two gentle fingers on the black-furred eyelids to keep them closed. They tried to open, fluttered a bit, but soon lay still.

Content the panthress would stay put this time, Sasha returned to the jet-black cunny, resuming her fingering and licking, wanting, needing more of the drug.

* * *

Sebastian and Maria were caught off guard by the orgy that greeted them, but they were the first to recover. They were used to the drug being pumped into the room; it only held them for a minute or two, enough to get them aroused but not much else. The danger was there, certainly, but it wasn't overwhelming.

They planned quickly and acted immediately: as Maria moved to distract Vicky, Sebastian pulled Candice away from Marcus and pinned her against the wall. The doe wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately, winning a delighted murr from the larger male.

He was already fully aroused, and the feeling of Candi's nude body pressing against his threatened his control--even after all these years, Maria's scent could still break his concentration and leave him vulnerable. Thinking quickly, he slid them along the wall, further from his mate and the gas vents the others had triggered.

Candi's hands moved south, groping him shamelessly, tugging at his tail and squeezing his ass. The doe tugged him closer, feeling his stiff member slide against her stomach-fur, leaving a trail of precum.

Sebastian grinned and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her gently down; she took the hint and knelt, seizing his dick with one hand while the other fondled his balls. She kissed the head, swirling her tongue around the tip; he arched into her, moaning at the flood of sensation, pushing his dick further into her mouth.

When he returned to reality she was still sucking on him, gentler now. For a moment, he let her work, content to massage her ears, waiting for her to get a few lungfulls of his musk, watching for a sign. When her hand left his sack and strayed to her tit, he knew she was ready.

The panther slid himself out of her mouth, leaving her sucking on air for just an instant, her reactions dulled by his drug. Sebastian knelt down with her, laying her gently back on the ground. Her grin was vacant, submissive; the doe was waiting passively for whatever he was going to do to her. What's more, she was looking forward to it with every fiber in her being. Sebastian didn't want to disappoint.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Sasha had finished with Maria, but now that lynx was in the mood she'd moved straight away to Dekhal. The lion was kneeling before her, helpless, dick throbbing in the air. He was staring up at the lynx, his muzzle only inches away from her cunt, waiting for the command to lick. Sasha was still in a drug-induced fugue, and in a moment her hands grasped the back of his head and pulled him into her, purring loudly as his tongue went to work.

Behind her, Maria cracked her eyes open, recovering from the trance like a light nap. She looked to Sebastian, who jerked his head toward Vicky and Marcus--the fox was riding the wolf, but neither appeared to be in a trance. However, they were horny and disoriented from the chemical in the air and easy prey because of it.

Maria pulled the fox away from Marcus, commanding him to lay there and masturbate, assuming correctly that by now the mailman would accept instructions from anything with tits.

A hand on his dick brought Sebastian back to the present. Candice was gently stroking him, getting him slathered in his precum, tugging him gently down to the floor with her. He murred approval and knelt, positioning himself. The way she lay in front of him, her finger curled in her mouth, legs spread wide, cunny soaking wet, made him growl in anticipation. He slid inside her to the hilt with one smooth motion.

She gasped, letting all the air out of her lungs in filled contentment; her pussy lips stretched wide around his manhood, teasing themselves on the studs on his feline cock as they slid all the way down to the base effortlessly. Sebastian rolled his hips, thrusting gently into her, distracting her as he leaned forward and started to whisper to her. Her soft sighs and moans were her only reply.

"Candice, can you hear me?" She could, but couldn't tell him so. "You love this, don't you? The foggy, sexy bliss, the freedom to lay and enjoy yourself and not to think." Her mouth hung open slightly as she panted under him.

"You've felt like this before, you know. Every time you go into a trance, just before that happens, you feel like this. You know what that means, don't you? You're about to slide into a trance." He shifted, steadying himself on one hand while freeing the other. He tugged one of her hands away from him and put it on one of her breasts, then used his own hand to knead the other.

Candice gasped, understanding the truth of his words. "That's it. You can feel it now, can't you? You don't have anything to look at, so concentrate on the feeling. The hands on your tits, me in your snatch, the sensations becoming stronger and stronger as everything else fades away.

"They're the only things you can feel. In and out, in and out, while our fingers dance around and around on your nipples. They're tugging you down, now, deeper into the fog, deeper into the sex. You can speak now, Candice. Are you deep?"

"Yes..." Candice spoke, but gave no indication she heard herself.

"You're getting closer to orgasm as you go deeper, Candice. You're so far into the fog, into the sex, you can't see your way back out, the only thing to do is lay back and feel yourself sink down, down, into a deep trance. You want to, don't you? I know you, Candi, I know you do. We both want you to let yourself go to my will."

Candice didn't reply in words, but her pussy squeezed him tighter, her eyes were half-lidded, and her face had a blissful expression. She wanted it badly.

"It's happening now, Candice. You can see me beneath you in the fog, and you're falling toward me, and I'll catch you and keep you safe and do all the things for you that you need me to do. I'm getting closer and closer, filling your field of vision. I'm going to count down from five, and when I get to zero, I'll catch you. Are you ready?"

Candice nodded, and Sebastian deepened his thrusts, trying to time her orgasm for zero. "Five. You can finally see me clearly, my body stretched out before you. Pick the part that captivates you the most and stare at it, lose yourself in it."

Her eyes drifted south to his dick sliding in and out of her sex. He smiled. "Four, you can feel me inside you already, pushing into you, pushing your willpower out, and you love it." She moaned again as the sensations of sex that were dulled by her trance came back to her in full force.

"Three, the heat in your body is getting warmer, it won't be long now." She squirmed under him, more out of habit than resistance. Sebastian gritted his teeth, trying hard not to cum early. "Two, almost there, you can smell me now, the delicious musk sliding into your nose and straight to your brain." The doe's breathing slowed, deepened, and her panting stopped.

"One, I'm reaching out to you, ready to catch you, and you're ready to cum to me." Candi stiffened under him, biting her lower lip, leaning forward for a better look at his member. He pulled out most of the way, leaving just the head inside her, giving her a good look.

"Zero." He thrust forward suddenly, hilting himself inside her, and she moaned his name, her eyes rolling back into her head. She arched her back, pinching her nipple with her free hand, before she slowly floated back down, her eyes closed.

Sebastian had a brief moment to wonder exactly how she knew what his name even was before Marcus, eyes vacant and mouth slack, hit the panther over the back of the head with a chair.

* * *

The violence took Sasha by surprise, jarring her back to reality. She glanced around herself, taking stock of the situation, unsurprised to find they had more guests now. Her legs were clamped around Dekhal's head as he ate her out--ooh, and he was doing a good job of it, too; a pleasant thing to wake up to. However, he hadn't heard the bang; he was still in a trance. Marcus was standing over Sebastian and Candice, a chair in his hands, waiting for instructions.

The panthress--Maria?--had ignored the noise and sat there, breathing deeply, content to enthrall the vixen. For her part, Vicky was barely standing; the fox swayed gently back and forth, and once and a while would raise a hand up to a big, perfect, heaving, midnight-black beautiful breast in--

Sasha shook her head, tearing her gaze away. Gods, those things were tempting, especially when they set to bouncing. The panthress must have put Sasha under at some point using them; that was the only explanation for the intense desire that was turning the lynx's will to jelly. At any rate, Vicky was still under, so it was up to Sasha to save them.

She opened her legs wider. "Dekhal, listen carefully. The next time I say 'go', you'll--aah!" He nibbled on her clit, making her hips jerk into his muzzle. She tugged him away from her snatch, ignoring--barely--the way his tongue still tried to pleasure the air.

"The next time I say that word, you'll stand up and walk over to Vicky. You'll gently work her away from Maria, put her in a trance, and once she's under your control, you'll bring her back to reality. As she wakes back up, you will too. Do you understand?"

"Yeth." His tongue was out when he said it; he was straining against her, trying to get back to her pussy, and it was _really_tempting to let him. One look at Candice, blissful and asleep with Sebastian unconscious inside her, changed the lynx's mind. The blood matting the fur on the panther's head underscored how serious the situation was.

"Go." Sasha stood with the lion, licking her muzzle and favoring Maria with a sultry stare. The panthress looked up as the two cats stalked over to her, her eyes especially drawn to Sasha's juice-matted crotch. The lynx held out her hand, beckoning to the panthress.

Maria grinned, predatory and toothy, as she stood up. Vicky tried to follow her, wanting more than anything in the world to worship her tits, but Dekhal intercepted her. Sasha turned and walked back to the bed, sashaying her hips, trying hard not to look at the monitors and their endless Maria-and-Sebastian-orgy.

The lynx couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck on a bed surrounded by yourselves fucking in the past, inundated with that delicious chemical; her hand rose to her snatch as she walked, teasing her already-soaked folds. Once they'd taken the ship, she'd have to set one up for herself, but she wouldn't limit the monitors to just two people.

Sasha turned and sat on the edge of the bed, murring in satisfaction. Maria knelt before her and gave her a long, passionate kiss; the panthress pulled Sasha's hand away, replacing it with her own, and went to work immediately.

Her fingers slipped inside Sasha easily, beginning a steady thrusting, in and out, twisting now and again as her thumb teased over the lynx's clitty. Sasha moaned into the panthress's muzzle, faking only a little; Maria was very good at this, and Sasha was in no condition to refuse pleasure from anyone.

Maria tried to pull back, but Sasha put her hands on the back of the panthress's head and tugged her back in, keeping her occupied. If Maria managed to get Sasha's eyes focused on her tits, this close to the source of the drug, Sasha would be enslaved in no time at all.

The lynx thought quickly, moving her hands to Maria's shoulders and pulling the black cat onto the bed. Sasha laid down on top of her, pinning her tits against the lynx's own. Hopefully the panthress would take the cue.

She did. Maria met and held Sasha's eyes, purring gently before speaking. "So it's my eyes you want, pet?" Sasha smiled, laying on Maria completely, freeing her hands to tease Maria's snatch. "Mrr, I guess so."

"No." Sasha whispered it like it was a secret. "You're the one who wants to feel herself slip away, piece by piece, staring into someone's eyes. You remember how good it felt, don't you? You can't move, you can't run, Maria. I'm the one who's going to take you."

Maria's eyes widened; she'd thought Sasha was still in a drug-induced haze. She tried to roll over, to throw Sasha off, but the lynx's direct commands stopped her from moving. The panthress wasn't immune to the drug, then. Sasha had to act fast to stop her prey from panicking. "Shh, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. Shhhhhh."

She brought her hands back up, shifting uncomfortably on the panthress but unwilling to move. Her fingers gently stroked the sides of Maria's face, keeping her gaze where it should be. "You did like it, didn't you? Answer truthfully."

The panthress was confused; her eyes darted around Sasha's face, but mostly met her gaze. "Yes," she finally admitted. "What are you doing?"

Sasha licked her muzzle. "Giving you what you want. You can already feel yourself falling into my eyes, ever so slowly. Your pussy and your soul both want this. You can't stop it, don't want to stop it, do you?"

"...no." Less hesitation this time.

"Then do it yourself. Stare into my eyes and say the words to yourself that you know will put you under my thrall." The lynx put let Maria's head go and pushed herself off the cat, instead straddling her waist, but she maintained eye contact. "Your mouth will do it no matter what, but you don't even want to stop it."

Maria looked confused, but her mouth started working before she stopped herself. Her voice was a quiet purr meant only for her own ears--Sasha was in no danger. As Sasha watched, the panthress's hands fell to her sides, too relaxed to move. The lynx grinned, helping out--she gently kneaded Maria's tits, finally free to play with those lovely, bouncy orbs without fear of being taken by them.

A tap on her shoulder caused her to look up. Dekhal and Vicky were looking down at her. The fox hazarded a whisper. "What's the plan?"

* * *

The elevator carried the seven of them slowly, set on a low speed so it wouldn't rouse the black cats. Its destination: the bridge. Maria and Sebastion knelt in the corner, under command from Sasha to follow instructions after they woke from trance, but the longer they were under the more those commands would hold.

The lynx turned toward Candi. "Did you give Marcus any other instructions while we were busy with Vicky back in the cell?" Sasha tried to sound stern, scolding, but her relief and appreciation were too apparent. The doe's clever thinking had saved them and nothing could change that.

Candi knew it, too. She shook her head. "Nope. I just told him to protect us from any outsiders. I figured they might ignore him because he doesn't belong here, and I was right."

Sasha nodded. Being that close to Sebastian and Maria had woken old memories of servitude in her, and she suspected in everyone else, too. The lynx doubted that she could bring herself to harm one of them without some heavy deprogramming. Marcus was probably the only one there who hadn't been the black cats' toy at one time or another.

The lift chimed--it was halfway there. In the corner, black ears perked up, twitching at the sudden sound. Dekhal pushed gently on Maria's shoulder with his foot. "You guys awake down there?"

The two of them alternately stretched, yawned, and got to their feet, Maria first, then Sebastian, breathing deep to clear the last of the drug out of their lungs. Sebastian spoke first, rubbing the bandage on the back of his head as if wondering how it had gotten there. "Yes, now. Where are we going?"

The former Calate pointed up. "The bridge. We're taking the ship, and you're going to help."

Maria pushed the button for a floor just above them. "Nope."

"No?" Sasha's mouth hung open. "How--?"

The lift stopped, its doors slid open. Sebastian's voice wasn't threatening or angry; if anything, he sounded... playful. "You can put us in a trance and we'll promise you the moon and stars, but once we wake up, we're free again."

Maria continued. "You were made a slave by the humans, we were made free--mostly free," her voice darkened, but she quickly recovered, "by the State."

She waved her hand, dismissive. "Ask Candi. She has permission to answer any questions you might have." The doe let out a moan-sigh, sinking down a bit, relieved at the trigger and pleased at being commanded.

"As for ourselves, we'll be back in our room." Maria looked to Sebastian, and her mate nodded agreement. "We won't stop you, but you must understand that we don't want to be wiped if you fail. We'll head back to that bed and fuck each other into trances."

Sebastian laughed, closing the door behind him. "We've gotten rather good at doing that. There won't be any questions."

The lift's doors closed, hiding the panthers from sight. Once again, all eyes were on Candice. She shrugged. "We should hurry up, we don't have much time before the captain figures out what's going on."

Sasha shook her head. "No. No way in hell. I have had my puppets' strings pulled since day one, by you and by me and by anyone with hands, and I deserve some gods-damned answers." She jabbed a finger, accusing, into Candice's chest. "Out with it."

Candice sighed, unable to disobey a direct command. "What do you want to know?"

Vicky was incredulous, and maybe a little jealous. "Just how many people can give you orders like that?"

Candice considered the question seriously. "Three. Sebastian, Maria, and Sasha." Sasha looked at her, cocking an ear quizzically, but Dekhal spoke first.

"What did they mean by 'made free by the State'?"

Candi pointed at Dekhal. "Leonis erectus." At Vicky. "Vulpis erectus." At the door. "Panthera superior. Sebastian was telling the truth, in a way. Our ancestors were made by the First Race as pets and companions, but those two were made by the State to be masters."

Vicky looked down as she spoke. Her voice sounded far away. "Why are Maria's... why are they so...?" She trailed off but inhaled deeply through her nose.

Candice shrugged. "For the former, it's one of the perks of being an engineered race. We're all genetically designed to be drop-dead gorgeous, barring rare mutations. For the latter, it's a chemical the State rigged them to produce, probably just another thing they stole from the humans."

The doe continued. "Most importantly, the two of them don't share our vulnerability to hypnotic command, but they're very good at taking others. How they came to exist is a story for another day, but they've spent their whole lives here."

Sasha snorted. "This is ridiculous. Genetic engineering? Kidnapping the Calate and a mailman? Stolen human technology that could get us all killed? Letting us run around and hypnotize-fuck each other day after day? Just what the hell going on here? What's the connection?"

Candice paused the elevator. "I thought you knew, Sasha. You were the one who figured it out and explained it to me. Don't you remember?" Sasha shook her head. "Sasha, the humans accidentally gave us their own vulnerability to hypnosis, back when we were pets with no rights. Now that we're free, it's an obvious liability.

"Both sides--us and his," Candi jerked her thumb at Dekhal, "have people near the front lines ready to interrogate prisoners. It's nothing new and it's certainly no reason to have a big, expensive, one-of-a-kind ship floating around. Transporting the prisoners here safely takes weeks; anything we learn from them is outdated anyway. Besides, this ship is expensive. Wouldn't you say this is a ridiculous amount of effort to put into something so simple as a prison?"

Sasha flicked an ear at the doe in affirmation. "So why are we here?"

Candice grinned wide. "You are here because you deserve to be, Sasha. You're the best at what you do. All of us have the psych profile to be very good at taking minds, except Marcus, and he clearly has no business being here. This isn't an interrogation facility, it's a training facility."

She motioned around her, more at the ship than the walls. "We're on a stealthy, hard-to-find dreadnought. It has stolen human technology and starcharts showing the way to Sol. It can snatch up a person--say, a scientist--and nobody will ever see them again. Taking Dekhal proved they could get away taking damn near anybody." Candi trailed off, leaving them to draw the conclusion.

Vicky grabbed Candice's shoulders, seizing her attention. "They wouldn't dare. Would they?" Candice didn't flinch. Vicky's hands fell away, and she sank down to her haunches. "Gods, they would, wouldn't they? They'd risk annihilation just to steal a few bits of advanced equipment. No wonder they were beating us so badly."

Candi nodded. "When the humans went back to Sol, they took their secrets with them. The State has spent most of this time trying to steal them back." She pressed resume on the lift. "Sasha's plan was to take control of the ship and destroy it. We all thought the State's greed would get us all killed; sooner or later, we'd be caught, and it'd mean a war we couldn't win."

Sasha stood quietly in the corner, lost in thought, ears flat back against her head. It was a lot to process--too much. All these struggles, lies, stabs in the back... The lynx was waking up to a world of politics and nations and war. It was a far cry from the happy existence of sex, drugs, and hypnosis she'd enjoyed before. Her existence had been perfect and uncomplicated after the wipe.

That wasn't really true, she knew. It only seemed like truth because she hadn't been able to see the control. At first, she hadn't minded her past-self's manipulations. She trusted her own judgment, after all. But now... now, Sasha wasn't so sure. She liked a good submissive fuck now and again--who didn't?--and certainly enjoyed the times she'd been directly taken, but this was different.

This chess game between the captain, Sasha's past self, Candice, Sebastian and Maria, was different. This was something dirty, mean about it; done for power, not for pleasure. It had destroyed whoever Dekhal used to be, made a puppet out of Marcus, turned Vicky into something new.

It was contradictory: Sasha loved who she was now, and cared for Vicky and Dekhal's new personas, but did that make it okay to erase the old ones? But beyond that, more than that, the concept of permanent control itself was starting to rankle. The lift had almost arrived. Sasha gritted her teeth, gathering her resolve. She'd made her decision, and now she'd have to be strong.

The ding sounded, and just before the doors opened, something occurred to her. "Candice, you said that everyone here was good at control. Does that mean you--"

The doe smiled, pulling back the fur on her wrist to reveal a number. She read it quietly, for Sasha's ears alone. "21-83."

Sasha moaned and fell to her knees, a wave of white-hot lust searing through her body, making her fur stand on end.

* * *

She stood slowly, shaking her head. It had only taken an instant, but it felt like an eternity; her nipples were stiff, the fur by her sex was wet, and she was seeing stars. She opened her eyes, but got nothing; had she gone blind? Then shapes came into view, swam, coalesced. Her vision returned, but only gradually; she wasn't blind, she was simply _color_blind. The world was grayscale.

A wolf sat on the captain's chair, facing them. She was alone on the spacious bridge--probably retrofitted from a real dreadnought's bridge. She wore a simple uniform over her full figure, and a plain white cane leaned against her chair. Her milky-white eyes passed over them, unseeing, as she pressed a button on her chair. A strange hum filled the room, barely audible, and the enormous screens surrounding them turned on.

A chorus of moans surrounded her as the colors played, one of them hers, but Sasha was still awake. Her friends swayed on their feet, pawing themselves greedily, trying and failing to avert their eyes. Sasha found she could no longer even blink--the tone touched something deep inside her, compelled her to see. The patterns and swirls on the screen missed their mark with Sasha; robbed of their color, they couldn't take her mind.

The captain smiled, listening to them for a moment, before she spoke. "Ah, 21-84, I was wondering when you'd get here. Cum and come forward, please."

Sasha's quim twitched a little at the command, a small bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine, but nothing more. She moaned hotly, faking it for the wolf's ears, and padded up to the chair.

The blind wolf smiled in Sasha's direction. The captain's gray-furred ears seemed to track her, twitching occasionally at the low-pitched tone permeating the room but otherwise pointing squarely at the lynx. "Tell me, 21-84, what did you plan to do once you'd taken me?"

Sasha hesitated a moment before answering. She did her best to mimic how she sounded in a trance. "Take the ship, get out, crash it." The lynx inched closer, ever so slowly closing the gap between her and the wolf. Candice's trigger wouldn't last forever. She had to act fast.

The captain tsk'd, shaking her head. "No, that won't do at all. If you just wanted control, that we could understand, even support. If you were able to take me, you'd deserve me. That's the way of things here. It's probably why Sebastian let you go. But destroying the ship? No, that's no good." The captain put her finger up to her muzzle and cocked her head to the side.

"Tell me 21-84, do you find me attractive?"

"Yes," Sasha answered truthfully. Come to think of it, she was unable to think of a single person she'd ever seen on vid or in person since her wipe she hadn't found attractive. That thought filled her with joy, resolve; it proved, in its small way, that she really could just stay like she'd been, happy and carefree, living and loving the rest of her days. "Yes, I do."

"Good. Come here, kneel before your captain. I've scheduled a wipe for later today for everyone, including you, so after we're done here you will report to your quarters." Her voice curled, gaining a wry tone. "Prepare for heavy trance. And this time, no resisting."

Sasha knelt in front of the wolf, beginning to smell some arousal through the uniform. The captain was only mortal, after all; being around a set of nude and controlled people would have an effect on anyone, wouldn't it? The captain--Gale, her nametag said--leaned back in her chair, working at the fasten on her pants.

"21-84, would you help me with these?"

Sasha grinned, she'd thought the wolf would never ask. The lynx's hands moved quickly, expertly; she had the wolf naked from the waist-down in no time at all. She didn't even wait for the command to lick. Distracting Gale was too important. Her tongue darted out, rasping gently over the wolf's nether lips, teasing inside but only rarely.

"Ooh, that's a good kitty." The captain pet Sasha, running her hand along the top of the lynx's head while her snatch was assaulted. Absently, she called out to the four entranced furres. "The rest of you, play with each other. Give us a show." Sasha appreciated the wolf's wry smirk from the corner of her eye.

The lynx a couldn't see her friends begin, but she could hear them. They'd be an awful distraction, for her and the captain both. She'd have even less time than she'd hoped. Improvising, she forced herself to start purring.

"Enjoying this, are we?"

Sasha pulled back. "Yes, Gale." The captain twitched, surprised at the use of her name, and Sasha seized the opportunity. "Are you?" Sasha spread Gale's sex open, letting her other hand drive index and middle finger deep inside the wolf, deep and slow.

"Hahh, don't stop, little one, but look at the colors, too. Feel yourself going back into trance. You don't want to wake yourself up."

Sasha grinned, but the wolf couldn't know that. "Have you ever been hypnotized, Gale? You're feeling good, too good to worry about anything, but you're not hypnotized. Do you know what being hypnotized feels like?" Her fingers pumped away, by now matted with Gale's juice. The wolf was squirming now, unused to such stimulation.

"Yes, it feels good. You can feel your eyes drawn to the colors, 21-84. Don't talk, just watch." Sasha tried to blink, failed, cursed inwardly. The wolf's suggestions weren't law, but they did have an effect. She'd have to shut Gale up soon or she'd be back with the rest of her friends in the orgy in the middle of the room. As it was, the lynx couldn't speak, and her eyes had floated to one of the screens.

That thought struck her, hard, and her fingers almost stopped. Why _shouldn't_she be in the orgy? She was with her friends, people she trusted and loved. She'd shared their bodies and minds many times. But she had to stay here with Gale for the sake of some plan, some scheme.

No. That was unacceptable. Sasha gritted her teeth, feeling an inner fire rise from somewhere deep inside her, burning away the suggestions holding her. "One of us is being hypnotized, Gale. You feel good, don't you? Being hypnotized felt good. I bet they put you under with music, but I don't have that. Sebastian and Maria aren't with us, so it can't be scent. So we'll use touch."

Gale shook her head, her expression hardening. She could tell something was amiss, but Sasha didn't give her time to speak. "I'm not hypnotized, captain. I'm Inquisitor Sasha, 21-84, remember? You're a captain, I'm an inquisitor, and my fingers are in your pussy and you're already moaning for me. I'm going to take you and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Gale reached for the console, but her chair had spun the wrong way; the alarm was too far. Sasha crawled onto the chair with her, keeping fingers on her sex, but wanting access to her face and tits too.

"In fact, my fingers on your pussy have been hypnotizing you the whole time. Already, you can't move your legs. They're too relaxed. Go on, try--when you try to move your legs, they're so heavy they won't budge." The lynx felt the wolf's legs twitch under her, just barely.

"They won't move. The more you try to move them, the more tired you get. That's what happens when you're hypnotized, you know. You get tired, you feel good, you get aroused. You remember, you've been hypnotized before. You feel good, you're sleepy, you're horny; you love what I'm doing to you."

Gale moved her head, slurring out what reply she could. "Nnnooo, yrrr tricking mee, I'm nottt being hyppnntssedd... "

Sasha tried to squint, but couldn't. Color was starting to bleed back into the corners of her eyes. She didn't have much time. "Listen to yourself, Gale. You are hypnotized. You can feel it, your body slipping away bit by bit. You're horny and you feel good and you can barely keep your eyes open. You're hypnotized. Hypnotized people say they're hypnotized, Gale. Are you hypnotized?"

She sighed, defeated, feeling she was giving something up but no longer knowing what. "...yes."

"Good." Sasha sighed with relief. "Your hand is out, you were reaching for something. You wanted to turn off the colors. You can do that, now."

Gale turned her chair back and reached out, touching a control on the panel. The colors stopped. The orgy in the middle of the room continued, but the participants would wake before long. Sasha busied herself with the captain.

"Good, that's good. Now that you're done, your hand can go back to where it belongs. Your hands belong on my breasts, Gale. They're starting to float back up, to play with my tits and pinch them and make me squeal. You wanted to caress them and hold them since you saw them, didn't you?"

Gale nodded. Her hands drifted up to Sasha's chest and latched on, one to a breast. The captain's gray-furred hands began to softly knead the lynx's tits, and Sasha began to purr. "Very nice," she purred, resuming her fingers' work on the wolf's snatch. "My fingers are taking you deeper now, pushing into your pussy," and they were, two of them, and rubbing on the wolf's g-spot to boot, "taking you further with each thrust."

The captain's blind eyes closed but Sasha kept talking. "It's beginning to feel _very_good, isn't it? You can feel the fire building in your loins. That's how you know it's working." In and out, in and out, thumb flicking over the clitty, making delightful shlick-shlick-shlick noises all the while. "You're hypnotized by an inquisitor and you love it, and when you cum, you'll know you want to do it again. Say it."

Gale mumbled something intelligible. Sasha just smiled. "Good. This feels so good, you won't even want to resist if one of us tries to put you back under hypnosis. Each time you go under, you'll resist less and less." Sasha trailed off, occasionally repeating generic commands, but the wolf was too close to orgasm to understand most of what she was saying.

The captain was on the brink, tensed up, cunny starting to twitch. Acting on instinct, Sasha leaned forward and whispered. "21-84." She drove her fingers in again while swirling around the wolf's clitty with her thumb; the captain bucked suddenly, arching her back and howling, music to Sasha's ears. "Sleep, Gale." She did.

Of Sasha's friends, Candice was the first to recover. "You did it, Sasha!" The doe bounded forward, tackling the lynx, giving her tight squeeze. "Set a course for the nearest star, fly this thing straight into the sun. We'll get everyone to one of the boarding ships and escape in that. Hurry, we don't have a lot of time."

Sasha reached toward the console, put her hand on the navigation array, but stopped. The lynx closed her eyes and forced herself to speak. "Nope."

"What?" Candice was surprised, alarmed at the announcement. Sasha took her hand away from the key. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dekhal had stood, and the others weren't far behind. Candi saw them too, but before Sasha could explain, the doe spoke. "21-83!"

The instant it left her lips, everyone but Sasha and Candice herself slipped back into a light trance. Sasha moaned, her vision going grayscale again, her snatch clenching at nothing as an orgasm hit her like a freight train, but she held her ground.

"I said no." Sasha panted before continuing. "We're not destroying this ship, we're keeping it. We have control of the best ship in the navy. It's impossible to find, it just refueled, and it has a full complement of flawlessly loyal crew. Inside it is a facility filled with a long list of horny hypnodommes and submissive folks addicted to control. We'd be fools to give it up."

The doe sputtered. "What about the human technology? The threat of war? What about our plans?" The faces of her friends, eyes closed and faces content, gave Sasha strength. Sasha turned to Candice.

"Not our problem. I've only seen it for a little while, but I've had my fill of politics. I say we keep the ship because _we_want it. Us, under our own power, doing something because we want to do it. Which sounds more fun? Flying around in the most advanced ship outside Sol, or getting a normal job on some planet in the middle of nowhere? If that's all we're doing, would the huamns even care?"

Candice started to object, but Sasha cut her off. "No, Candi. I like you, a lot, but you've manipulated us for long enough. If you really are submissive, act like it, just this once, and stop trying to control us. Please, I'm asking you as a friend. I know Dekhal, Vicky, and Marcus would prefer it this way. Isn't that enough?"

The doe stood silent a moment, considering, and Sasha continued. "You don't have to stay, you know. We can let you off wherever you like."

Candice laughed, a genuine unforced titter, for the first time in quite a while. She gave Sasha another big hug, burying her muzzle in the lynx's furry breasts. "No way. I'd be a fool to give these up."

"But the ship?"

"Is ours. Yours. I think..." she sighed like a great weight had just been lifted from her. "I think you've got the right of it: let's leave the scheming and plotting to the misanthropes in power. We've got the ship, we're free to do as we like, and nobody can say otherwise."

Sasha held the doe tight. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that." Behind them, the other three started to wake back up. Gale was still resting peacefully on her captain's chair, snoring ever so lightly.

Sasha turned to her friends, once they were awake enough to understand. "I've decided... we've decided not to destroy the ship. I don't know about you, but the time I've spent here is as happy as I can remember being. Even when we were running through the corridors, sneaking from room to room, we were enjoying each other mentally and physically. If we leave, we'll have to give that up.

"Right now, at this moment, we're free. Nobody can tell us what to do. If we destroy this ship, we lose that. If we leave, we lose that. If we go back to the State, we lose that. But if we keep it, and run off with it, then what? We'll have the best ship in the navy and be impossible to find unless we want to be found. I don't know about you, but I like the sound of that."

Vicky was the first to nod. "Wherever you go, I'm with you. I've just gotten the hang of this mind control stuff," the fox reached out to Marcus's member and gave it a friendly tug. The wolf pumped idly into her hand, not seeming to really notice. "It's all new to me, but I want more. If you dropped me off now, I'd just end up getting arrested with a harem full of civilians anyway." She smiled to say it was a joke, but didn't smile hard enough to make Sasha believe it. The fox really would take everything around her.

Marcus was next. "There isn't much left..." his dick throbbed in the air, hardening fully and starting to leak precum. "Isn't much left of me, the old me, but it's in there somewhere. Please, I can't leave like this." His hand rose to his prick unbidden, stroking it absently, lubing it up. "If I stay, will you help me?"

Sasha nodded. "No question about it. Of course I'll help you, you didn't deserve any of this." Vicky was staring at the wolf's dick, and as Sasha spoke, the fox knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth, first licking the tip of his cock, then sliding the whole thing gently into her muzzle. "Vicky!"

The vixen had a hand on Marcus's furry sack, gently kneading it as she sucked on his cock. The tip of her muzzle was planted firmly in his crotch-fur. She tried to pull back to answer, but Marcus put his hands on the back of her head and held her still. "Oh gods, don't stop, that feels too gooohhh... good..." He trailed off lightly, but whether he was trying to work himself into a trance or away from one was impossible to say.

"Dehkal?" Sasha's voice was small, almost apprehensive.

The lion walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Sasha, you shouldn't have to ask." She leaned in to him then, rubbing his chest with one hand, relieved beyond words. "I know I was the Calate once, but that man is gone. I don't like that they changed me then, but I am who I am now. I'll have to get to know him on my own terms. For now, I'm free as a bird, surrounded by friends, and I have more sex each day than most people do in a week. And most of all, I have you." Sasha purred in his arms.

Candice laughed somewhere nearby. "Now all we just have to figure out what we're going to do with a dreadnought."

Epilogue:

"Say again?" The voice crackled over the intercom, marred with static, but the speaker's surprise came through anyway.

Sasha grinned, barely holding back laughter. "I say again, Tetra Station, this is Dreadnought 429 requesting permission to dock. We've come for your women. Also your men. Really, anyone who wants to go and who has working parts. I've got a ship full of inquisitors and we're all so very eager to meet you."

"Ma'am, is this some kind of joke? The only thing on my screens is shuttle-sized, and it looks more like a sensor glitch than anything. It sure as hell isn't a dreadnought, and there's no way--"

The lights on the bridge went from a blue to red as the stealthy equipment of the ship was deactivated. The strangled sound that came from the speakers was drowned out by the laughter of the 'bridge crew'. "Say again, Tetra Station, you say the only thing you see is a shuttle?"

"Ohmygodswhatareyoupeopledoingohshitthatthingishugeholyfuc--"

Sasha cut off the comm. It didn't really matter anyway, Tetra station didn't have any ports near big enough for a ship their size, but it was fun to tease them. The monitors showed the ship's boarding craft already scurrying over the station.

Soon the ship would have some new passengers--those that agreed to come, anyway. Still, Sasha was confident they'd get plenty of new blood. Trained inquisitors could be very persuasive people, even without their drugs or their trances, since the promise of either of those things meant ecstasy beyond the dreams of most folk.

"Waaaaait wait wait wait waaaaiiiiittTTT!"

Sasha looked back at the lift, unsure she'd heard anything, when the yell came again. There was a ding and the doors opened for Vicky, running out onto the bridge with some strange headgear in her hand. She was panting, almost doubled-over, but she had a stupid grin on her face that was infectious. She managed another "wait" between wheezes.

"Wait for what?" Sasha leaned forward, giving Vicky a view of the monitor.

"Oh no!" Vicky's ears fell. "You weren't supposed to talk to them this fast."

"Why, what have you got there?"

In reply, Vicky merely held out her hands. In one she clutched a black eyepatch, and in the other was an old black hat, complete with skull and crossbones.

Sasha found herself sharing Vicky's grin.