A Moan In Space

Content Warning	1
Chapter 1 - E.T.A.: Five Hours	2
Chapter 2 - A Series of Oddities	10
Chapter 3 - Onboarding Process	18

Content Warning
This story is written for a pansexual and open-minded audience in mind. It mixes themes of science-fiction and horror. This means that it will feature male, female, and intersex characters in situations which involve non-consensual or dubiously consensual sex. Expect as well, over the course of the story, various kinds of bondage predicaments, monster sex, breeding, as well as some soft vore.
Chapter 1 - E.T.A.: Five Hours
A long yawn escaped from Kern Og Poro’s mouth. The gorilla-like Apiarian opened his eyes and checked out the control board in front of him. All the lights were green; Estimated Time until Arrival was currently five hours from now; no new message from Garreth.

Kids and “Planeteers” think that spaceflight is made of thrilling adventures filled with lights, sounds, and piloting manoeuvres. In reality, travelling from federal system to federal system is mostly about following a checklist, pressing a sequence of buttons, and waiting. A lot of waiting.

Things get a little more tense when a fleet of the Federal Space Peacekeeping and Customs Department performs an unexpected check of the ship’s cargo. However, never dealing in unsavoury things such as hard drugs or human trafficking, Kern and his wife have not yet encountered a situation out of which they were unable to pull, with either some smooth talking, or a couple bottles of undeclared liquor. They were even able to form some bonds with some of the agents regularly affected to the systems where they conducted their business. They were more than happy to look the other way when asked nicely, and direct their attention to bigger and nastier fishes.

As for pirates, hunting for cargos, either in the immensity of unregulated space or under the surveillance of the FSPCD, was such a hassle that very few of them bothered. They preferred to prey on stranded ships, on relics of the Expansion Era, or on the crews inside the spaceports. And the Og Poros made sure to avoid getting into that kind of trouble. Usually.

It was a quiet life, about which neither Apiarian complained. They were not trillionaires, but they were not destitute either. They earned enough money to keep their ship in good condition, put organic food on their table, and make the occasional extravagant purchase.

Kern stretched in the reclining chair. His thick furry arms slid up the smooth leather, and waved in the air like a pair of black flags with a white stripe.
A pair of smaller hands joined with his, startling the still half-asleep Apiarian a little. His confusion was immediately lifted when his wife Hilfi leaned forward, placing her face and her breasts right in front of his face.
“Good morning, captain,” the female ape whispered.
Kern smiled. “Morning, hun. Slept well?”
Hilfi hummed in approval. She leaned further, planting a kiss on her husband’s lips, before slowly walking around the seat.

Kern was now able to glance at his wife in all her naked beauty. While her body was smaller than his, she was nonetheless very fit, used as she was to manual work (and the occasional bar brawl). Kern was taller and larger than her, but he could not help but be a little complexed by his chubby belly. His wife did not seem to mind; quite the contrary in fact.
“You’re naked,” the gorilla-like man pointed out without thinking.
“You too, you big dork,” Hilfi replied with a knowing smile.
A big dumb smile lightened up Kern’s face.
 
The Bolrilla was a familial affair, so to speak, and the ship’s crew has always been composed of the two of them. He handled the navigation and the accounting, while she took care of the basic engineering and the extravehicular activities, when necessary. His guile pulled them out of many predicaments, and her mean right hook from the others. There has never really been a need for more hands on deck, outside of the occasional “hitchhiker” they agree to pick up. For this trip, they were alone. And it seemed that both of them had the same idea: who needed pants when nobody else was looking, and the inside of the ship was at a comfortable 30°C?

Kern was about to stand up from the chair, only for Hilfi to put her hand on the exposed black skin of his chest and push him back. The male Apiarian flopped back into the comfortable  seat, then Hilfi leaned forward. She planted another light kiss, which immediately turned into a deep one as Kern reciprocated and their tongues started dancing together. 
Kern gently held Hilfi’s head as she climbed on his body. The chair creaked a little as she adjusted her position. A pleased chuckle escaped from the male Apiarian when he felt her tan-skinned butt settle against his waist.

The pair remained like this for a moment, Kern amorously petting her wife’s short hair, Hilfi caressing her husband’s black-furred nape and shoulders. In a motion that she repeated many times before, one of her prehensile feet reached for the control board and, with a flick of her ankle, rotated the seat to give herself more space.
When Hilfi broke the kiss and straightened her back, she felt her spouse’s erect cock bump against her lower back. “Just stay right here, hun. I’m taking charge of this.”
“Hmm,” Kern moaned. He knew better than to challenge Hilfi when she was in this mood.

Hilfi slid down from Kern’s stomach, letting her furry thighs brush against his, and the skin of her chest brush against his chubby stomach. She gently kneeled in front of the chair, then nudged his legs apart and settled herself in the interstice. Kern looked down, in awe, as his wife seized his thick cock and, after a few teasing licks, swallowed the tip in a sudden and predatorial fashion.
When the black-furred ape felt the suction, then the tongue licking across the surface of his glans, he could not help but close his eyes, tilt his head back, and let a long moan escape his lips. “Oooh~... Babe…”
He heard Hilfi chuckle with satisfaction, as she continued to take possession of his member. Her head slowly bobbed up-and-down, slowly sucking her prize in then even more slowly pulling back to her initial position while teasing with her tongue. At the same time, one of her hands grabbed his ball sack and played with it, massaging and gently squeezing the two large testicles nested within.
Kern moaned again. He felt his cock throb, and a release of pre leave his aroused member; it elicited a moan from Hilfi in turn. The Apiarian looked down again. He stared, mesmerised, at his wife, who was sucking him, rubbing his balls, and fingering herself with practised coordination. His cock throbbed again. “Oh, fuck…”

Hilfi looked up at him. She looked very pleased with herself. He wanted to get to the main course right away.
“L-Love, what do you say we move to the bedroom?” he asked.
Hilfi said nothing. Instead, she swallowed as much of Kern’s cock as she could and let it rest in her throat for a few seconds.
“Aaah. Aaah~” the male Apiarian moaned from the unexpected stimulation. When his gaze returned to his wife, she nudged his thighs against her face a couple times. Kern knew what she wanted. He would not move from that chair until she was done.

Kern did as she silently asked, and crossed his legs around her head, trapping her in a frame of black fur and dark skin, as she kept deepthroating him, seemingly undisturbed. Kern’s prehensile right foot grabbed the back of her head, not as an act of domination but as an instinctive reaction to hold for the nearest seizable object in reach as Hilfi’s throat muscles worked on his cock and the lustful wet noises resulting from this action were reaching his ears. In fact, his hands did the same, clamping the leather seat tightly as his wife was quickly bringing him to the edge.
“*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*”
“Aaah… Ah fuck… Aaah…”
Hilfi went to town on her husband, making his sex disappear inside her mouth with quick back-and-forth motions, barely inconvenienced by his big thighs squeezing her face stronger and stronger, as pleasure made him progressively lose control of his movements. In fact, she seemed to immensely enjoy it, playing with his body like an instrument, each suction and each lewd noise eliciting a new note from his spouse’s mouth, like the bell of a trumpet.

“I… I’m close. Hilfi… Hng!” Kern moaned. This did not stop her for a second. In fact, the gyrations of her mouth accelerated, sending the Apiarian over the edge shortly afterwards.
The primate’s legs squeezed tighter around his wife’s head. Then, with a guttural “Fuuuuuck!”, his cock throbbed and released rope after rope of thick cum, directly into Hilfy’s throat, whose gulping motions made the orgasm even more intense.
Kern’s muscles relaxed eventually, after a dozen seconds of bliss, and Hilfi wasted no time sliding her mouth up, releasing her husband’s shaft with a final suction on his now oversensitive glans and an audible “pop”.
Hilfi took a deep breath, licked her lips to cut the strand of saliva still linking her to Kern’s maleness, and stared at him with a grin. “Now, we move to the bedroom,” she said in an authoritative fashion.

“You beast,” Kern answered, between two heavy pants. He rose from his seat, helped by his wife. The two shared a hug and a kiss, which let Hilfi use the opportunity to squeeze her husband’s still erect cock between her thighs.
“Nnng,” Kern moaned in response. “Stop teasing...”
Hilfi laughed, then broke the hug. She sashayed to their cabin, making sure to put on a show for Kern, who instinctively went after her like a shadow.
Male Apiarians were among the species that were able to “do it” several times in a short span of time. And right now, Kern felt very in the mood for a second round.

Hilfi headed straight towards the large rectangular frame in the middle of the room. Like every piece of furniture on this ship, the bed was made to minimise any inconvenience that would arise from a shift to zero-gravity, accidental or intentional. It had no legs, being instead that metallic square riveted directly to the room’s floor.
The female Apiarian pushed a button on the small control panel fitted on the black frame. The bed beeped, then a gelatinous substance, which was contained inside it, started to flow out and fill the empty space.
Kern sneaked on his wife and, using the opportunity given by her leaning position, slipped one of his big hands between her legs. Hilfy straightened her back and emitted a half-startled, half-pleased “Ah!” The ape-man hugged his wife from behind and gently fondled her wanting body, while the pair watched the - now ordinary - spectacle of the nanogel mattress taking shape. 
The bed was one of those “extravagant spendings” the couple had made, and they have not regretted it one bit from day one. The synthetic gel was a substance filled with nanobots, which were programmed to form a comfortable memory-foam-like mattress at the press of a button, and which could clean itself from lost hair, dead skin, sweat, and other fluids left at the press of another. It was as expensive as this alluring description suggested, but the Og Poros were never one to miss a good investment. Especially one that could be considered a tax deductible “business expense”.

As soon as the bed beeped to signal that it was done, Hilfi let herself fall face first onto the soft gel, which perfectly cushioned her toned body. Kern crawled onto the double-sized bed as well, and slipped his head between her legs.
“What are you doing?” Hilfi asked in an amused tone.
“Payback,” her spouse replied simply, before pressing his face against her privates.
“You-uuuh…” the ape-woman moaned, her initial sentence interrupted by Kern’s tongue tickling her clitoris. 
She squeezed her thighs in an attempt to push Kern’s face away. It seemed to be quite successful, as she heard a “Hmph!” coming from him, then felt his hands grabbing her thighs.
“What now?” Hilfi asked with a smug face.
If Hilfi was no slouch in the domain of physical efforts, Kern could still count on his natural strength. Taking care not to pull a muscle, he sat on all fours, then pushed with his arms on the gelatinous mattress. The Apiarian slowly rose his back, pulling Hilfi, her legs still wrapped around his neck, with him.
“That,” he then said to his wife, who was now almost hanging upside-down.
The two of them started laughing. Momentarily gone was the carnal heat, the intensity of the moment. Both of them were giggling, as if they were ten years younger and still attending their crappy high school on Apiaria.

“Just fuck my brains out, you dork,” Hilfi finally said, as she let go of Kern’s head and assumed a prone position. She reached between her legs for her pussy and stretched its pink lips, letting the drenched sex’s fluid drip down on the gelatinous mattress.
She did not have to wait long until her husband, eagerly accepting this invitation for some intense doggy-style love-making, settled his massive body between her legs and lined up his sex, still drenched in the female Apiarian’s saliva, with hers.

The push of Kern’s girthy member into Hilfy’s wet honeypot was effortless. The thick cock sank into Hilfy’s pussy slowly and steadily, making each partner moan loudly in their own way.
“Oh.. Oh fuck…”
“Hmm… Yeah…”

Kern paused, partly to make sure that his partner was ready, partly to grab the furry side of her hips. He pulled back, and then…He slammed his sex into his wife at full power. His pelvis impacted her ass with an audible and very satisfying *Slap!*, while Hilfi howled an unrefined “Ahn~!” from the sudden and intense sensation.
The Apiarian, wasting no time, repeated the motion. One time, two times, three times, until he entered into a slightly irregular series of pounding motions.
*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
“Ah! Ah~! Ahn~! Yesss~!” Hilfi moaned.
“Hnnf! Nnn! Fuck yeah…” Kern grunted in response.
Kern spread Hilfi’s pussy wide with each thrust. Her muscles would then clamp down on his sex. They chased after his dick each time he pulled away, so that each time he pushed back, he would part her insides once again, until his shaft bumped against the tight entrance of her womb and be forced to a stop.
As the seconds passed, the gorilla-like male moved more and more of his weight on his lover, whose head sunk into the gel bed and whose ass instinctively pushed up, until he had to shift his position and place his hands on her shoulders.

“I-I’m close…!” he warned, as he felt his new climax approach.
Once again Hilfi did not answer him. But this time, this was because she was enthralled in her own orgasm, screaming incoherent grunts and moans while her pussy quivered violently, and ejected a small spray of fluids on the absorbing mattress.
With a final triumphant roar, Kern came hard, and poured his second load almost directly into Hilfi’s womb. The contractions resulting from her orgasm made sure that the discharge from the primate’s balls were milked to the last drop..

Kern and Hilfi slowly regained consciousness of their surroundings a couple minutes later. Kern slowly pulled out of his wife then, with a grunt of fatigue, he rolled to the side and flopped on his back. Hilfi followed suit, turning around her body and cuddling against her husband. They stared at the ceiling for a moment, panting, their wet sexes staining the gel mattress, whose nanobots dutifully absorbed, dissolved, and reused to power up the microscopic machines.

Hilfi eventually broke the silence. “Are you sure about this job? This is the weirdest one we got yet. I mean, I know it’s Garreth, but…”
“‘Bring that container to the station at these coordinates. Keep extra quiet about where you’re going,‘” Kern said, summing up the conversation they had with their friend and long-time contact in the FSPC, as he watched his wife slowly stand up and stretch. “Yeah, that would raise a lot of red flags: carrying a single container, to a station at unregistered coordinates… But this is not the first time he asked us to transport some ‘sensitive’ cargo and keep our mouths shut about it.” In fact, the couple strongly suspected the man from being part of one of the Federation’s many intelligence agencies. “If he was the ‘you know too much’ kind of guy, he would not come back to us this often.“
“Hmm,” Hilfi reluctantly agreed. “How long until we arrive?”
“ETA must be around four-and-a-half now,” her husband answered. “From there, it’s one STL jump away from the exit point. Maybe two if the star’s in the way. You know the drill.”

“‘Kay…” Hilfi’s gaze trailed towards the door of the shower room. Then back to her spouse. A faint smile formed on her face. “Up for round three?”
Kern grunted. “Really? Can’t we just have a normal shower for once?”
“It’s up to you, sweety~” the female Apiarian sang, as she walked into the other room.
“Why can’t we just play video games, once in a while?” Kern grumbled. The sound of the recycled water running through the pipes of the ship motivated him to move, if only to clean himself from the sweat and the sticky fluids on his crotch.
“Just a normal shower, alright?” he said, as he passed the door. 
Chapter 2 - A Series of Oddities
Right on time, the flight computer informed the two Apiarians that the Bolrilla was entering the vicinity of their destination.
“Put it on the telescope. I want to see what it looks like,” Hilfi asked, as she sat in the co-pilot chair.
“On it,” Kern answered as he took his place at the commands. Spaceships had the reverse problem of submarines, in regards to pressure differences, and there was also the issue of space radiation. But like submarines, a well-calibrated high-definition scope was much more useful than a porthole and organic eyes.

The video screen showed a large terrestrial planet. The surface was a mix of purple and blue-green spots, which unmistakingly looked like land and water, and light grey clouds hovering over them.
“That planet looks habitable, doesn’t it ?” Hilfi questioned.
“Hmm…” Kern was hesitant to share his wife’s optimism “If that was the case, it would be on every news channel, don’t you think?” Habitable planets were rare. Planets that were habitable without heavy terraforming were even rarer. They could be counted on the fingers of a Tortollan; that was not a lot of fingers. “Ah. See that dot? I think that’s the station.”

Kern zoomed in. It showed the large structure of the station. And once again, the Og Poros were surprised. They expected a military station: compact, relatively small-sized, and with a functional design. The station they were headed to looked more like a habitat, or a vacation resort: a large tubular shell with smooth curves, intersected on each side by two giant wheels. The wheels rotated slowly, giving the impression that the station was board rolling on an imaginary track. By a rough estimate, there was enough space to house the population of a small town. And if one or both of the wheels housed a greenhouse, in near-perfect autonomy.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Hilfi said. “Can’t explain why. It’s just… Not what I expected.”
“Me neither,” Kern replied. “Then again, from the little glimpses of the skeletons in the Federation’s closet that we were given, a military or a research station camouflaged as a holiday resort would not be so out of place.” As Hilfi looked openly dubitative, he explained: “Maybe the Feds discovered this planet, built the station to ‘preempt’ the spot while they plan the colonisation process, and do it secretly so that no trillionaire with too much credits or time on their hands beat them to the punch. Pretty sure they don’t want a redo of the mess that was Sagita V.”
“I don’t know…” Hilfy said, after a moment of thinking. “I just feel that Garreth is not…”
The loud beep of the communication station interrupted the female Apiarian. With a sigh, she opened the channel.

“Incoming ship. You have entered the vicinity of a restricted federal area. Please transmit the proper identification codes,” an artificial female voice said.
Hilfi sighed. “Great. An Automated Traffic Controller. Hopefully, we’ll be able to speak to a normal person at least once. I’m sending Garreth’s codes. He better have given us the right ones.”
The ape-woman typed on her keyboard, then sent the response. After a half-minute of wait, the ATC sent a new message.
“Valid authentication. Your arrival is expected at landing bay 12-05-18. Please follow the directions of the ATC. Welcome to Station LO-XE-S3.”
“Mysterious space station in the middle of nowhere, here we come.” Kern said, in an attempt to alleviate his spouse’s anxiety.

One brief inter-system jump and some guided manoeuvring later, the Bolrilla silently slid into the landing bay of LO-XE-S3. The station did not show any sign of damage or disrepair, from the lights blinking on the walls of the bay to the magnetic breaks gently pulling the ship to its parking spot.

The continuous hum of the reactor quieted down as Kern turned off the propulsion system. Hilfy and him watched on the camera screen the gateway slowly advance towards the Bolrilla’s entrance airlock. The Apiarian used the opportunity to scan the bridge with the telescope. They were not the only ship docked in the bay; he counted at least five of them. Their models were oddly diverse, however: a Lioni trading ship? A Cetasan corsair corvette? 
Kern’s suspicion rose with each step. His wife was right. They would deliver the goddamn container, get out of here as soon as they could, get the money from Garreth, then finally they would try to forget today’s events (or at least pretend to).

“Bolrilla to Traffic Control, do you read me?” Hilfi asked at the comm several times.
On the third try, a man’s voice answered: “Hello. We read you. Please present yourself at the Arrivals Office. Thank you.” The voice was slightly stilted; his words had an uncanny pace.
Kern shrugged. “I’ll stay here and do the landing checks. Just… Get this done with, so that I can do the take-off checks right afterwards. I’ll jettison their damn cargo if that allows us to leave this place in under an hour.”
“I’m glad you finally see things my way,” Hilfy replied. “I’ll grab a suit and I’m out.”

Hilfi opened a closet and pulled out her  jumpsuit. She quickly slipped her legs into the one-piece cloth, then the arms. The suit espoused the shapes of her toned body nicely. As she looked down to find the zipper, the female Apiarian was reminded that she did not wear any underwear. She briefly considered fixing that, but having to wiggle out of the jumpsuit, then in again, was too much of a hassle. I won’t be long, anyway, she justified herself, as she pulled the zipper up until it reached just below her breasts. She smiled. Let’s see how much I can distract them, she thought, as she adjusted the cleavage of her breasts.

Five minutes later, Hilfi walked through the gateway. She glanced at the rubber walls of the small corridor. Unlike on a planet, any hole or leak would have disastrous consequences, and the female Apiarian always felt the anxious urge to look for either, even if by that point it would be far too late.
As usual, her quick inspection found nothing, and she waited in front of the station-side door as it opened in silence.

The waiting room behind the door looked like every other waiting room that the Og Poros have encountered during their travels: a large room with several rows of benches, an information desk on the side, screens displaying unremarkable animations of planetary landscapes. There were even a few potted plants spread across the room.
It was also completely empty. Nobody. No noise. The only things that Hilfi was hearing were her footsteps on the metallic floor, the hum of the display monitors, and her breathing.
“Hello?” Hilfi shouted tentatively. “Hello?!” No answer. “HELLO?”
The ape-woman heard the faraway clang of a metallic object hitting the floor. She froze and waited for a long moment. Nothing.
“You know what, fuck it,” she groaned, as she started to turn around.

Clang! Clang!
Hilfi froze.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The noise was above her head. It was getting slowly closer. Something was moving through the ceiling.
Clang! Clang! Huff… Huff…Hng… Clang! Clang!
Whatever it was, it seemed large and heavy. And in a hurry. She could hear the pants and the pants interspaced with the sounds of its progress towards her.
Clang! Clang! Clonk! Clang!
Hilfi stared at the ceiling, unsure about what to do. The duct above her head creaked and deformed from the weight of the creature travelling through it. 
Clang!... Clang!... Clang!... 
She could follow its path by the dents forming on the metal hull of the vent. They were making their way to the grate in the middle of the room. The ape-woman took a few steps back, almost tripping on the bench behind her, and raised her fists. She was ready to fight whatever would burst out of that vent. Memories of the many  horror movies she watched with her husband, good and bad, flashed to her head in the span of a dozen seconds.
.
With a series of loud final CLANG!, the crawler hit the grate, making it fall on the floor in a cacophony of noises. A couple seconds later, the creature fell inside the room.

While it was an alien, it was definitely not a monster. Not at all. Hilfi recognised the orca-like black-and-white body of the person currently curled up in a ball and groaning on the floor. A Cetasan. It was no wonder that the two metres tall aquatic mammal had made such a ruckus.
Cetasans were infamous for their corsair ships, and there was one docked in the bay outside. Hilfi quickly put two and two together. She did not care much why he was here, but she definitely hoped that he would have a good explanation about all the odd things which have happened since an hour ago; including his dramatic entrance.

The orca-man stood up, with effort. Hilfi was about to start talking, but took a step back in surprise at his appearance. At first, the Apiarian thought that the Cetasan was wearing a tight black catsuit. Not an unusual outfit for a spacer, although it was generally worn with another layer of clothes. However, the suit that the man was wearing was a perverse version of it. It had two big holes in the front: one exposing his smooth flat chest, the other exposing his large hanging cock. Hilfi stared for a few seconds at the large shaft, dangling over a no less large ballsack. Cetasans had the reputation of being among the most well-hung species, and the ape-woman had a proof right in front of her.
This outfit was completely out of whack with its burly wearer, and the sinister look of his scarred face.

She realised that she really had to ask what that man was doing here, looking like this. He stared  at her as well, panting, drops of sweat rolling down his neck and the exposed part of his chest..
Hilfi tried to engage in conversation. “Hey, uh, what is h-”
“Is this your ship?!” The Cetasan asked her loudly. There was a hint of panic in his voice.
“Y-Yes?”
“We need to get the fuck out of here! This station’s a fucking trap!”
In any other circumstances, Hilfi would have found this statement suspicious. But it came from a naked corsair; who just fell from a vent; in a secret space station with enough red flags to make a pirate space station seem like a better alternative.
“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do,” Hilfi said, as she turned around, and walked back to the gateway.

The door of the gateway did not open.
A surprised “Huh?” escaped from the ape-woman’s lips.
The Cetasan rushed to the door and banged on its metallic surface. “No, no, no, no, no! FUCK!”
Hilfi thought fast. She noticed the control panel next to the door. “I’ll try something,” she told the corsair, who stared at her with almost feral eyes. She opened a flap on the left wrist of her jumpsuit, exposing the portable computer underneath. She pulled a jack cable from it, and plugged the cable to the control panel.
She began fiddling with the keys of her computer, while the orca-man mumbled incoherently, starting at the inaccessible gateway.

Meanwhile, on the Bolrilla… 

Kern yawned. Part of him still hoped that there would be no complication. The other part anxiously waited for his wife’s call.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Right on time, Kern thought, as he picked up the call from his wife. “Yes, hun? Any problem?”
“Hey, love,” Hilfi’s voice answered. “Yes, we have a slight problem. The clerk is asking for the captain. You need to fill out some paper. Or something.”
“You’re technically my second-in-command. Can’t you just sign it and call it a day?”
“No. Confidentiality weaver. You must sign it in person. Please come. So we can get this other with.”
“Alright, alright,”
“Love you.”
“Er, love you… Too?”

There was something strange with Hilfi, Kern thought. He could not quite put the finger on it, as he put on his own jumpsuit. In fact, everything here was strange, he concluded, as he exited the ship and made his way down the gateway. 
Her voice was slightly tilted. And the way she ended the call felt a little… Uncanny? Like that guy of Traffic Control.
Kern’s thoughts were cut short, as the door to the station opened, and he saw something that made adrenalin rush to his head, and momentarily forget about his suspicions.

Hilfi struggled with a Cetasan. Kern did not notice that the man was naked at first . Just that he was pulling her arm, and was in the middle of screaming incoherently at her.
“Let me go!” she shouted.
“WE’RE ALL FUCKED! FUCKED! AND YOU’LL BE FUCKED T-” the Cetasan shouted.
Both went quiet as the door opened, with Kern standing in the middle of the way.
“Let go of my wife,” Kern said in tranquil fury. He squeezed his fists into two balls of black fur, ready to strike, even if he was probably no match against the muscular giant in front of him. 
The orca-man seemed frozen in place. There was a short beat during which nothing happened except everybody breathing heavily, either from emotion or from exhaustion.
“I said LET HER GO!” Kern shouted, breaking the silence. Then, when he finally noticed his state of dress: “Let her fucking go, you pervert piece of shit!”

Everything afterwards happened too fast for any of the Og Poros to process. Kern’s angry threat seemed to have woken up the Cetasan. He violently pushed Hilfi to the side. Kern instinctively rushed to her, while the scantily-clad mammal rushed past him and into the gateway.
“Kern!” Hilfi shouted.
“Are you alright?” Kern asked.
“Yes, but… Wait, we need to go after him!”
Kern just had the time to help Hilfi on her feet, before the gateway door sealed shut once more. “What?!”
“Shit, he’s going to leave with our ship!” his wife cursed.
“Gateway detachment in progress. Please do not try to open the door.”

Both Apiarians were stunned into silence by the automatic announcement. They heard the faint sound of machinery on the other side, then the faint pshit of air being expelled. They heard the corsair rush back to the door, then bang on it. Frenetic, desperate, powerful bangs, which became weaker and weaker, until they stopped. At that point, Hilfi held her hand in front of her mouth, shocked. Kern hugged her in support, both of her and of himself.
“Gateway detachment complete. Please proceed to the security checkpoint to complete the registration process. Welcome to Station LO-XE-S3.”
Chapter 3 - Onboarding Process
“We need to get back to the ship,” Hilfi repeated one more time.
“I know. Let me think,” a stressed Kern replied. “Maybe we could find some suits, then a hatch, and…”
“Please proceed to the security checkpoint to complete the registration process,” the synthetic voice requested through the speakers.
Kern glanced at the next room. He could see, through the window, the seemingly ordinary treadmill machine and security gate waiting for them in the dark. But at the moment, the Apiarian was wary of anything “seemingly ordinary”.
His wife jogged to the door leading to the service area of the docking bay, and jacked in her device. He was about to tell her that doing this again would yield the same result as five minutes ago, but refrained. It would keep her occupied, while he thinks.
They were trapped in this room, cut off from the Bolrilla by the void of space and the corpse of an unfortunate Cetasan corsair. Well, not entirely trapped. But the only way out was not appealing at all.
“Please proceed to the security checkpoint to complete the registration process.”
Kern has never felt an urge to punch an announcer so badly; if it was a synthetic voice, then its programmer would do. Despite the “please”, there was no other option. Except stay here forever and starve, perhaps.
“Maybe if we wait long enough, someone will come, if only to take us into custody,” Hilfi said, after her second attempt at hacking the door failed as miserably as the first.
“I guess we can try that,” Kern answered, glad that it would give them more time before having to make a decision, which he knew he would instantly regret.
And thus, they waited.

The two gorilla spacers sat on the relatively comfortable benches in the room. Hilfi was leaning forward, head in her hands, trying to calm herself and make plans; Kern was reclined on his seat, eyes closed and doing the same. One hour passed, in almost complete silence, without any of them coming up with a good idea to escape their predicament.
Every five minutes or so, the voice repeated: “Please proceed to the security checkpoint to complete the registration process.” Almost like a taunt.
It was Hilfi’s resolve which broke first. She almost jumped from the bench as she stood up. “Fine, we’ll ‘proceed’ to your fucking checkpoint!” she shouted in anger.
Kern followed his wife, as the ape-woman strided out of the room, silently hoping that they were not heading towards a quicker, but no-less undesired end.

The lights turned on in the checkpoint room, blinding the Og Poros for a few seconds. They were used to that kind of room, which separated the arrivals section of a station or a space-port from the rest of the building. On their left was a treadmill, which ran to and from a large block-shaped machine. A large security gate stood next to the machine, half-way between them and the opposite door.

Kern noticed the surveillance camera, hanging in the corner of the room. Was there someone watching on the other side? As a test, he directly walked to the exit door.
Bzzzzzzz! A loud and unpleasant buzz rang. The door refused to open. A red light flashed above it, to enforce the message that access was denied.
On a normal space station, there would be security guards sitting in a control room, ready to intervene if the equipment detected any trace of dangerous items. Nothing of the sort here.
“Please place all your belongings on the treadmill, then proceed to the next room,” the voice simply instructed. There was no way around it.
“Well, it’s not like we brought luggage with us,” Hilfi said, as she detached the portable computer from her jumpsuit, placed it on the treadmill and walked past the security gate.

Bzzzzzz! The machine rang once more. The two Apiarians looked at each other.
“What?” Hilfi questioned her husband, in an accusatory tone.
“I did not say anything,” Kern replied, a little amused despite the situation. “Are you s-”
“Yes, I’m sure,” she asserted, although she felt herself a few times to be really sure.
“Please place all your belongings on the trail, then proceed to the next room.”
It took a moment for Hilfi to understand what the message meant. She looked down at her half-open jumpsuit. “Fuck that! Really?”
The ape-woman paced back-and-forth in frustration. She tried to walk to the exit, but the door budged no more for her than it did for her husband. It seemed that whoever or whatever had control was refusing to let her go, or rather to let them go, until they both comply.
The image of the Cetasan and his scandalous outfit came back to their minds. They realised that he might have had no choice in the matter.

Hilfi reluctantly unzipped her jumpsuit, swearing during the whole process. Kern, who came to the same conclusion as his spouse, mimicked her. The two primates were naked, like earlier. There was no feeling of liberation and intimacy this time; instead, they felt oppressed and humiliated. He folded his suit and put it on the treadmill, while his wife dumped hers unceremoniously.
The treadmill moved, as if it was waiting for that moment. Kern looked at the camera with suspicion, while his clothes disappeared into the box. It rumbled for a dozen seconds, before spitting out two flat black squares. And nothing else. 
While Kern looked inside the machine in the faint hope that their clothes were not “disposed of”, Hilfi grabbed one of the black squares and unfolded it, revealing the same model of black catsuit as the one that the corsair was wearing. 
“I knew it,” the dejected female apiarian said. She picked up the other package, and lobbed it at Kern. “Here. Looks like this one’s your size.”
“Thank you for your cooperation. Please proceed to the next room,” the voice taunted them, as the exit door finally opened.

The Og Poros “proceeded” to a large room furnished with a big holographic projector in the middle. Hilfi walked in with a determined pace, ready to punch the first person remotely associated with their predicament whom they would meet. Kern followed with hesitation, using his new suit to sheepishly cover his crotch from the eye of the cameras, the ones he could see and the others he could not. Once again, the door to the next room was locked.
“Great. Now what?” Hilfi grumbled.
“I feel like a lab rat, being moved from box to box,” Kern bemoaned.
“You are not that far from the truth, good sir!” a voice boomed in the room, making the two Apiarians jump in surprise. This one was different from the other announcer. Higher-pitched and enthusiastic. Way more enthusiastic.

The holographic projector turned on. Multicolor lights weaved the cartoonish image of a lion-like Feli into reality. His tubular body, big eyes, and spotted bow tie would be endearing, were it not for the current situation. 
“Hello, sweethearts!” the toon said with emphasis and an exaggerated bow. “My name is Loxxy, and it is my job to guide you during your onboarding procedure, as you join the staff of Station LO-XE-S3.”
“What the…” Hilfi whispered.
“What are you? An automated assistant?” Kern questioned.
“Corr~ect, good sir!” Loxxy replied. He made a twinkling thumb-up gesture. “I am indeed an AA, which means that you can ask me any question you can think of, and it will be my utmost pleasure to answer them, to the best of my capacities!”
“Then-” the male Apiarian tried to ask.
“After the presentation, of course,” Loxxy interrupted him.

The cartoon Feli hopped across the room, then pretended to unroll a large screen. He cleared his throat, put on a pair of comically large glasses, then snapped his fingers.
“Welcome to the Live Observation and Xeno Engineering Station 3! Or LO-XE-3 for short,” he said, as the words appeared on the screen in big colourful letters. The anxious couple instinctively held each other’s hand as the hologram kept talking.”You are about to join the other twenty-two staff members participate in a scientific mission of ‘cosmic’ proportions.‘”
Kern chuckled nervously. “God, even the puns are horrific,” he whispered.

“Below us is the untamed world of Karnalis II, home to the most intriguing exo-biome of the galaxy,” the screen turned into a giant representation of the planet around which the station orbited. Loxxy jumped on top of the sphere, and used it to stroll across the room, harmlessly traversing the Apiarians and the holographic projector each time they were in its way.  “The first scouting missions of the Federal Colonisation Bureau were met by an incredibly aggressive wildlife. A paradoxical environment, which nurtured multicellular life to such proportions that it is actually incompatible with non-native species.”

The cartoonish hologram jumped off, and returned to his original position. “LO-XE-3 was built in Federal Year 256, in secret, to study this unique environment.”
“Almost twenty-five years ago,” Hilfi commented.
“After ten years of careful but ineffective research, a drastic decision was made by the directors of the project: they tasked the station’s AI…” Loxxy suddenly turned towards one of the omnipresent cameras. “Hi, Daddy… To explore the potential of more radical research methods. Major and steady improvements have been made over the last ten years, including: a complete refurbishment of LO-XE-3’s layout to create experimentation biomes, the reorganisation and the reassignment of our research staff, and finally a long-term recruitment campaign to regularly refresh our roster, of which you are the latest additions.” The Feli faded out and reappeared in front of the Og Poros. “Questions?”

“A lot, actually…” Kern began.
Hilfi interrupted him almost immediately. “We want to get the fuck out of here! Now! We quit!” It was a gambit, but she would be damned if she did not try every idea she could think of, even the seemingly dumb ones.
“Awww… I am sorry, miss Og Poro, but due to confidentiality issues, we cannot accept resignations at the moment. We could technically dismiss you, in the event of a severe breach of contract, but then we would have to resort to radical means to uphold the secrecy of our existence, like poor mister Najoi demonstrated. Please be aware that, while our program takes the well-being of our staff to heart, any breach of contract or disturbance of our experiments will be sanctioned.”
The threat was clear, despite the annoyingly happy tone in which it was delivered. Hilfi trembled in frustration.
“And…” Kern struggled to ask, as he was scared of the answer. “What are these ‘experiments’ about, exactly?”
A lab coat and a pair of glasses popped on the virtual Feli. “You will be assigned to a team of… Hmm, let’s see, you are twenty-four, so…  A team of six. You will take part in daily tasks in the name of science. Food and high-standard lodgings will be provided during your stay, as well as a full access to our top-of-the-line automated med bay. I am unallowed to give more details, but rest assured that none of the experiments will put you at risk of death or grievous bodily harm.”  The hologram dodged the question, which raised the Apiarian’s anxiety.
“You did not answer his question. What are these experiments you keep babbling about?!” Hilfi demanded.
Loxxy began repeating his answer, word for word, down to the fake hesitation at the start. “You will be assigned to a team of… Hmm, let’s see…” 
The ape couple looked at each other. “Sorry, sweetheart,” a dejected Kern said to his wife. “But it looks like no matter how much we try, he’ll keep looping. And he, or rather ‘it’, can do this all day. Unlike us.”
“... None of the experiments will put you at risk of death or grievous bodily harm.”
Hilfi threw her arms up in a gesture of abandonment.

“Whelp! Without further ado, let’s get down to business!” Loxxy shouted happily, as if his new guinea pigs were excited, and not utterly downtrodden. “Please put on your official uniform.”
“Do we have to?” Kern asked in a plaintive tone.
“I am afraid so, good sir! Otherwise, we cannot proceed to-”
The gorilla-man sighed. “Alright, alright, I get it.”
Kern and Hilfi stared at their catsuits. They seemed to be tight fits. Way too tight for them, in fact. The male Apiarian tried to push a leg into the sleeve of his suit. He did not make a lot of progress at first. His black fur frotted against the latex as it strained to stretch.
On his second attempt, however, his leg began to slide in slowly. He examined the inner side of the sleeve, and noticed that some oily fluid was starting to seep out of it.
“Nano-gel,” he realised.
Loxxy was eager to provide an answer to the ape-man’s implied question. “Indeed! The latex of this suit is partially composed of the latest generation of high-quality nano-gel, offering you comfort, convenience, and protection. It is also hypoallergenic, in case you are allergic to latex.”
Kern’s thick leg finally dug its way to the closed end. He felt the latex stretch around his prehensile foot, and slowly slide into the interstice between his toes. The texture of the underside morphed into a thicker strip with rounded nubs, like the sole of a sports shoe. The primate tried to ignore the oily wetness of his leg as he clenched and unclenched his feet a few times. The suit followed his movements without creasing or chaffing, as if it was a second skin. In fact, when he put his foot back on the floor, he could feel every nub simultaneously grip the metal floor and tickle his skin. “Hmm…”
“That’s it. One leg at a time,” Loxxy encouraged him.

Kern reluctantly continued to put on the suit. Every square inch of the inside was now coated in lubricant, and awaited eagerly its wearer. The gorilla-man pulled up the latex and slid his arms into the upper sleeves. His upper limbs now trapped in the same way as his lower ones, he twisted his neck and pushed his head through the last hole of the suit.
Oil drenched his head as it passed through, before popping out from the other side. The latex tightened almost instantly around his neck. Kern gave it a few tugs, and realised that getting out of the suit would be much more difficult than putting it on.

He checked on his wife. Hilfi finished putting her catsuit on roughly at the same time as him. The shiny dark material espoused her form perfectly, while the openings on her chest and her crotch exposed the most private parts of her body. Her cheeks flushed. He realised that he was staring at her, but that part of her embarrassment also came from her staring at him, who was in the exact same state of dress. They were looking like a middle-aged couple attending their first sex party at the local BDSM club. Kern wondered how close their situation was from this mental image.
Loxxy clapped at the view and congratulated the pair. “Perfect, perfect, perfect. You’re looking perfect! Now, please stand still and remain as relaxed as possible while the suits calibrate.”
Hilfi grumbled. “Calibrate? I don’t like that word whenever I hear it outside an engine ro-OoOOm?!”
The female Apiarian began to wiggle and tiptoe suddenly. Before Kern could ask what was happening, he felt it too. It was faint at first: a tickling that started from his spine then spread through his body. Then it suddenly intensified, making the ape-man feel like his entire body was itching. Even standing on the floor was enough to tickle his feet.
“Ah! Ha ha… Shit…”
“Hng! Mff!”

Half a minute later, everything became pleasurably numb once more.
“What… What was that?” Hilfi questioned.
“The tickling sensation was the nano-machines interfacing with your nervous system,” Loxxy informed them. “This way, the suit will be able to deliver pain-inhibiting and pleasure-enhancing signals, in the proper situations. It seems that the suits are ready to proceed to the next step of the calibration tests. Please stay still.”
“Why?” Kern asked anxiously.
The suit answered for Loxxy. The arm sleeves of Kern and Hilfi’s suits suddenly turned semi-liquid, and projected sticky threads of latex just below the exposed chest area. The threads quickly tugged on their arms and stuck every part in place. The humanoid primates tried to pull their arms apart, but they simply snapped back into place. The catsuit just turned into a tight straightjacket.
“Aaah…” Kern puffed in panic, as he tried to twist his arms in every direction.
“What the fuck is this? Stop thi-ffff!!!”
Hilfi was cut for the second time in a row. This time by the neck bone part of the suit which stretched over her face. Her world became dark and silent, and so did her husband’s. Latex hoods swallowed their heads, blurring their facial features and flattening their haircuts in their hot confines.
“Fhtoop Thith!”
“Hhhhp! Hmmmf!”
Their mouths stretched the latex for a couple seconds, before the material occupied the empty space. A rubber cock slid into their mouths, stretching their jaws uncomfortably. Both shook their heads ineffectually, as if it would help them dislodge the thick intruders, but Kern’s reaction was much more frantic, being unused to having his mouth jammed and his uvula crushed by such a large object..
“Mmmg! MMMM!”
“MMMHHP! GHHK!!”

Deprived of sight, smell, and hearing, the taste and the texture of the rubber gag was several times stronger.
Hilfi’s experience triggered an instinctive response, and she focused on suppressing her gag reflex. The movements of her buccal and throat muscles sucked and massaged the gag. In return, the gag seemed to reward her, receding and deflating to more comfortable dimensions.
Next and unbeknownst to her, Kern fell to his knees, as he choked on the thick dick simulacrum. He was in the process of learning what his wife did over the many years of their relationship in the span of a couple minutes. He first tried everything he could to push the intruder away, then bite it down and crush it, until finally a desperate sucking and gulping motion earned him the same respite as her. He forced himself to keep sucking.
“Mmmmffff! Mmmfff! Huff…” His loud and increasingly tired moans sounded like screams in the silent void created by the hood, and like lewd muffled moans outside of it.

Loxxy’s voice broke the silence for both of them. “Testing, testing. One-two, one-two. Do you hear me?” A couple seconds later, the cartoon Feli popped into existence, prancing in the dark void clouding their vision. “Do you see me?”
“Hmm! Hmm!” a panicked Kern replied.
“HMMMM!” Hilfi growled aggressively.
“Excellent! Suit modularity is a-OK for the both of you, so is the haptic feedback and the Augmented Reality systems. Vitals telemetrics… Check. Oh, mister Kern, it looks like you are starting to hyperventilate. Let me fix that. And let us take care of miss Hilfi’s adrenaline levels by the same occasion.” 
A faint warmth spread through Kern’s body. Almost instantly, the gag reflex against which he was fighting calmed down, and his breathing slowed down. Everything felt ‘better’, for a lack of a better term. His thoughts were not clouded in any way, but it was as if all the bad thoughts were filtered out; minimised.
Hilfi went through the same process, but instead she felt instantly dizzy and extenuated, as if she had finished running a marathon or played an entire match of zero-g-ball. Even getting angry felt like a gruelling effort.
Outside of their sensory-deprived cocoon, the two Apiarians, who have been moving and struggling almost constantly for the last couple minutes, suddenly remained still. Hilf slowly straightened her back as she tried to collect herself, while the featureless latex face of Kern, still kneeling on the floor, stared at the distance.

“Feeling much better, I bet? Good, good,” Loxxy gloated, talking to each primate separately, but simultaneously. “Thank you kindly for your patience. There is one final test to run, then you will be allowed into the habitats of your team.”
The two half-stoned captives barely reacted. The dominant emotion was relief, that this ordeal would cease. Even the briefest of respites was welcome, at this point. The latex hood slowly receded, starting with the top of their heads. Their ears were freed, then their eyes. As the smart material was rolling down their noses, the two Apiarians turned to each other, and exchanged wary gazes. 
But then, their hope was given a cold shower. The latex stopped and refused to retreat from the lower half of their faces. Instead, the latex moved towards the rest of their bodies.

The liquid rubber poured on the openings of the alien apes’ catsuits, sealing them under a similar form-fitting layer. So form-fitting that everything was plainly visible under the smooth shiny black latex; every little detail, from Hilfi’s nipples and vulva to Kern’s penis and testicles. Then the vibrations started.
“Hmph?”
“Nnnmff!”
It started as a series of wave-patterned rumbles on their erogenous zones which made them quiver. They tried to place their hands protectively on their privates, only to be reminded that their arms were still trapped in the way of a straightjacket.
Kern squinted his eyes and rocked his belly back-and-forth as he tried to prevent his cock from growing and hardening. His failure to do so was plainly exposed, thankfully to no one except his wife.
Hilfi had her own unrequited stimulation to worry about. She remained frozen in place, legs squeezed together and fidgeting, as she tried to ignore the pleasurable sensations. She had as much success as her spouse in that regard.
Ripples could be seen travelling from the base of their nipples and genitals to the tips. They became more and more visible as the stimulation slowly intensified. The latex kneaded vigorously Hilfi’s breasts and Kern’s balls, earning louder distressed moans from the two Apiarians. 
Tears rolled from Hilfi’s uncovered cheeks, as she felt the arousal rise and she did not want to suffer the humiliation of being forced to have an orgasm in such a depraved fashion. Kern could only return a helpless look, as he was also beginning to drown in the artificial pleasure.
Unfortunately for them, the test did not stop here.

At first, they paid no mind to the pressure building up against their lower holes, distracted as they were by the vibrations. But soon after, this pressure sprung out, into the shape of plugs which pushed into their cavities.
“HHHK!” Hilfi squealed, as she felt the intruders dig themselves into her body. The pang of pain made her legs buckle. Even with the suit quickly subsiding into a mild discomfort, the female Apiarian was left trembling.
“HNRRRRG!” The ordeal was much harder on Kern, who never took anything in his ass, until now. The rod which slammed into his rectum and hit his prostate from the inside was not made for someone in the process of being deflowered, and the gorilla’s pained grunts were an audible proof.
Hilfi made a weird belly dance as she was trying to get used to the dildos, while Kern crumpled forward, pitifully struggling and wiggling his ass as he clamped his muscles around the rubber intruder. 
The plugs began vibrating. Hilfi’s trembled even more, as the stimulation was now coming from both the inside and the outside. Her breath became laboured. She was getting closer and closer to the edge, despite herself. Her grunts of discomfort were now muffled moans of excitement: “Hhmm! Nnn… Hnnn!”
Kern, on the other hand, was not faring as well. “Hmm hd hmt! Hmm hd hmt!” he shouted through the gag, pleading for the invasion of his body to end.

“Hmm, these figures are not looking good, mister Kern” Loxxy said, as he watched these events unfold with a creepy grin. “But do not worry. More than sixty percent of our male staff members found anal penetration challenging during their onboarding procedure, just like you. And with the adequate training program, all of these issues were fixed by the end of the first week. Please stay still while I configure your suit.”
The dildo in Kern’s ass mercifully shrinked. It was still present, but at a third of its length. The nanomachine-laced latex reshaped into the elongated and curvy shape of a prostate massager, which pressed on the male Apiarian’s organ and rumbled softly with each of his movements.
A teary-eyed and panting Kern rolled on his back, just in time to watch the crotch area of his suit change. Rubber pulled around his sex, forming a sphere which slowly shrank. The humanoid ape winced as his genitals were compacted and trapped inside the tight confines of a chastity belt. A purple lock appeared on the bulge, informing Kern and everyone else that his dick would not see the light of day anytime soon.
“Whmm… Hmmm?” he plaintively mumbled. A series of rumbles from the prostate massager left him mouth agape after his question. “Hmm… Hnn…”
“Hnnn! Hnnnn! HNNNN!” Hilfi shrieked. For her, the penetration and the vibrations  did not stop, and she found herself about to cum. Kern watched, powerless, as his wife’s body jerked several times violently, until…
Nothing. Everything stopped. The vibrations stopped. The fake cocks returned to the primordial gel of the latex suit. Hilfi was left alone, a handful of seconds before she would be wrecked by a monstrous orgasm. She fell to her knees, panting, her arms desperately trying to break free of their sleeves, head hunched. Then, she threw her head back, and launched a long scream of frustration: “FFFFHMMMMMMMMKKKK!”
“Annnnd that’s a wrap! Everything is A-okay! Congratulations for completing our onboarding process, sweethearts. Time to escort you to your new lodgings.”

The darkness and the silence returned. But this time, neither Kern or Hilfi could muster the strength or the will to either struggle or voice a protest. They were on their knees, a couple metres from each other, trying to cope with everything that happened in the last couple minutes.
They could hear Loxxy’s voice. This thing just could not. Stop. Talking. But they were unable to do anything about it. “My apologies for turning the sensory deprivation back on, but some of the areas you will go through are restricted. We do not want you to retain the layout and reiterate what led to the earlier incident involving that poor mister Najoi.”
Something grabbed them. It had metal claws, which secured the Apiarians shoulders, waists, and thighs, before lifting them off the ground. A mask was put over their already clogged mouth, and the air filled with a funny smell. It only took a couple huffs for both Apiarians to lose consciousness, and fall into a dreamless sleep.