The raptor, upon awakening, found himself chained with strange energy forming chains that bound his arms and legs tightly, seeing two of the creatures he had fought previously, one on each side of him, hoisting him onto a large ship that stood sleekly on the planet surface like a mythical metallic bird at rest, the rampway opening up for his two captors as he was taken through various halls, where many other creatures like the one that accompanied him were busy with various things from guarding doors to working on experiments, all of them with insectoid bodies in terms of build and possibly anatomy, bladed arms, reptile snouts shortened within a stubby face and crooked insect-like legs.  Soon he reached a more prestigious room filled with navigational equipment, the bridge littered with glowing blue and orange panels all over beeping to themselves and each other like digital hives communicating with each other.
Standing proudly on the deck was a large beast, a towering figure that looked rather like an anorexic purple dragon with a long pterodactyl beak and bony tail, wings like a demon with stretched veins along thin flesh.  The captors threw the raptor forwards onto his knees and uttered their language.  The leader turned with cruel intelligent eyes and sneered down upon James, speaking lowly in a strange language.
	"I...sorry, what?  I dunno what you're saying."
He spoke again in the same manner and James remained clueless.  The leader then made a nod to one of the captors who suddenly gripped his head firmly and put a cold solid object against his head, which seemed to make pinpricks along his head like cold little needles shooting through him, making him gasp in shock before it ceased and the cold metal thing was removed.
	"Can you understand me now?" said a mysterious dark voice above him.

He looked up to see the draconic leader peer down at him still.
	"Um...yes?"
	"Good.  You just had something injected inside you to be receptive to our language, a simple nanotranslator.  Now, who are you?"
The leader's voice was menacing yet calm in a strong throaty voice, his neck oddly thin but never seeming to pulsate from his speech.
	"My...my name is uh...James."
	"A strange name...and why are you here?"
	"Iiiiiii....dunno," he chuckled nervously, really wishing he had a better reply.  "I just woke up here...is this Earth?"
	"Earth?  Commander, find Earth on the charts."
	"Yes sir," said another creature at the panels.
A holographic chart of the galaxies was laid out across the panels, slowly brought up into a three-dimensional display.  One of the creatures input various amounts of data with mindless precision, screening through a myriad of stars and planets before focusing upon one.
	"Earth.  A planet in the Sol System, third from the sun, primary homeworld of humans."
	"Atmosphere?" asked Ridley.
	"78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 1% argon, carbon dioxide and trace water vapours."
	"Hmmm...well then, as I am sure you have guessed by what we have just spoken of, this is not Earth, creature."
	"So....where am I then?" James asked curiously.
	"You are on the Planet Zebes, far far away from your planet.  Do you know how you ended up here?"
	"I...dunno I just felt something suck me in and shoot me through a weird....dark abyss or something, I went unconscious and then, woke up here."
He kept shifting his eyes back towards the dragon leader, nervous as hell.  He really wanted to know what this thing even was.
	"I see...so you do not know who we are?"
	"No...I-i've never even seen anything like you before."
	"And yet you are not afraid?"
	"Well, I've seen weirder stuff back home."
The raptor said this with a weak chuckle, trying to break the ice.  The leader did not make a smile.
	"Do you not know of, say, K-2L, or of any hunters?"
	"Nope, why would I?"
	"Are you sure?  Because if you lie to me, I will show you how difficult life can be without the capability to lie, or even speak, ever again."
	"Look I said I don't know K-2 whatever or any hunters, bonehead.  What's with the questions all a sudden?"  A slap across the face stung him.

	"Silence your impudent tongue, boy!  You continue your oath after what I just say, when my scouts have seen you fighting alongside the Hunter against us?"
	"Wait who...ohhh that guy in the metal suit?  I was just there, I didn't know whose side I was on, I was just gonna ask him for directions and where the hell I was...um...sorry about your guys, I hope you have a good pension plan for them-"
	"Enough!" barked the leader before staring coldly at the captive.
He was successful in making James shrink slightly back against the floor, as much as the chains allowed him to in the unexpected ferocity of the stare.
	"For now you will be of interest to us in case you are related to our mission.  Guards, take him to the brig and I shall deal with him later."
The guards saluted and took the raptor bound to the ship's prison, who was wondering now what he ended up in, as they wandered along the corridors of the ship before he was dragged into a smaller darker room totally devoid of anything, not even a window in the room.
All there was in the room were odd little indentations in the wall, like holes to root chains into.  The raptor soon had the energy chains rerouted through the hooks where they made an unbreakable binding to the wall when they clasped on snugly before being left alone by the guards.  He tried to clear his mind on what was going on, but everything was happening so quickly to him, being on a weird planet, fighting alongside a human, and being kidnapped by aliens.  He let himself take a little nap, the only thing he could do other than stare at the walls.

Hours passed, or what felt like hours but actually was perhaps half an hour, before he heard the brig door's vacuum-like opening, the raptor looking up to see three of his captors leer at him, their eyes gleaming from the entrance.
	"Awake are ya?"
They walked in lined up against the door in case their captive tried to escape even with bound energy cuffs on wrists and ankles.
	"Yeah, I had a lil nap thanks...your captain made his mind up yet?"
	"Oh ho, not yet...but we have."
The tallest of them was the one who spoke, as he closed the door behind him.  He smiled down on the raptor, walking closer confidently.
	"Wait...we?"
	"Yeah...as in, we three.  See, you might have seen that there are no...females on board...and you know how they say spaceship romances never go well....right?"
	"I...guess...wait."
He had an idea of what they wanted and he backed against the wall in a furious wriggling motion.
	"Hey hey hey, you're not thinking what I think you're gonna do are ya?!"
	"And...what would that be?"
The creature leaned down to his captive and cupped the snout in one hand softly, stroking along the neck softly.
	"I...I know how this shit goes...no way in hell you're gonna rape me, you can fuck off back to your cabin and jack yerself off."
	"Rape?  Ohhh that's just cruel...we don't rape.  Never...and you know why?"
	"...you have an oddly-structured moral code?"
	"No.  Because..."
He then pulled out from his suit a small flask of yellow liquid, almost like honey.  He opened it and gently poured the stuff onto the raptor's head.
	"You can't rape the willing."
	"Wh-wh-what's this stuff?"

The smell of it was familiar somehow, and it was quickly intoxicating him.  His mind somehow started to lose focus and he felt more light-headed.
	"Ohhh just something we picked up on a planet during our experiments.  It was a...ooh what was it now?"
	"Drilassis Hormona, chief," piped up one of the other pirates.
	"Ahhh yes.  A special plant, it attracts animals with pheromones to make them aroused, and then eats them.  Carnivorous.  Very clever...and something we did a lot of experiments on."
	"Ohh yeah chief, some of them went on all night long eh?"
They chuckled to each other as they watched the raptor's eyes slowly lose focus.  His jeans was easily starting to bulge up, almost against his own will.
	"How do you feel now, young captive?"
James had no clue what was going on.  The liquid did something to his mind and he couldn't think straight, the sudden smell that covered him he was unable to escape from.  It was undeniably a hormone, he didn't know what, but it just...infused within his body.  Filling him, tempting him, guiding him like a ghostly hand, as he felt himself unconsciously become aroused.
	"I...I feel...mmmnooo...nooo..."
	"Ohhh don't resist, this'll be real fun for all of us, I'm sure...you'll help us out, and you won't be all neglected in this little room."
	"But...I...mmmmnnngh..."
Eventually James couldn't hold any longer against his instincts.  He was starting to feel his crotch bulge up in his jeans, and the creatures saw it with great smiles.
	"Hehehe, that's a good boy, get yerself all nice and hard for us big sexy pirates."
	"P...pirates?"
	"Shh, you said too much," said the leader to one of his grunts before he stepped forward.
He gently pulled down the jeans fully off the raptor to see his erection, 7 inches from a slit pulsing strongly in forced need.
	"Does the boy want us big males to pleasure him?"
	"Oh...y...y...no!"
	"Still resisting.  You're strong but...you can't resist us."
They disrobed themselves at once, armour sliding from their bodies to reveal sleek dark-green bodies and cocks standing freely.  One grunt had a black penis of 7 inches and thinner than the raptor's, while the other one had a half inch more and a little thicker.  The leader, quite confidently, had a solid 9 inches and the thickest cock.
	"Still resisting, my captive?"
	"Oh..."
The raptor knew he had no way out of this, so he relented with a firm nod.  Seeing the fine male lengths and figuring since he was in the mood as were they, how could he resist?  Plus his bisexuality wasn't helping matters.  If anything he was realising the only real reason he was resisting, was because he felt it wasn't proper.  A strange perhaps British mannerism he learnt from his younger days.  But fuck politeness when you're with pirates.
	"Yes...please sirs...I want you all."
He made the first move, raising his legs up a little to show his tailhole openly, the male pirates chuckling at the sight.
	"Oh yes...it would be our pleasure and your honour to take that sweet tight rear.  You two, take his ass, I'll have his snout."

They moved James into a more easier position for them, onto his side, with hands at the wall and facing sideways.  The commander soon shoved his cock into the raptor's mouth without any warning.
	"Swallow me, now."
The raptor obeyed and sucked on it as good as he could, choking a little as the male tried to fit all his length inside before starting to fuck his throat.  His grunts began rubbing their clawed hands along the raptor's naked body, licking lewdly before they began to push their cocks at his ass.
	"Hey I wanna fuck him first."
	"But you were first last time, come on."
	"You two stop arguing or you get guard duty, just shove both of yerselves in him, it's just a hole."
They nodded obediently and soon slid their lengths inside the raptor, who made a muffled scream as he was opened up.  The artificial hormones managed to dull his pain thankfully, but it was still discomforting to feel himself double-penetrated for the first time in his life.  His eyes watered slightly with the forced widening of his rear, as his moans vibrated the commander's cock.
	"Ohhhh good bitch...I can feel your moans, you love this dontcha?"
The raptor merely kept moaning which made the pirate chuckle as the other two kept pushing themselves inside, panting hard together as they slid all the way inside him.
	"Damn he's tight!  Betcha gonna love this li'l fucker."
They began to fuck him in an eventual rhythm, of one then the other sliding in and out.  One went in and one went out, their two cocks rubbing against each other inside the raptor's anal tunnel.  His tail arched back and as high as possible to show his submissive willingness.  Feeling cocks stuffing him at both ends, it wasn't long before he came on the floor, moaning louder on the commander's meat, which in turn made him moan deeply in response and stroke the raptor's head.  One of his hands slid down to rub at the spurting cock.
	"Good little whore, yes, suck my fat fuckstick..."
At that moment, the sheer tightness in James' ass from the orgasm made the grunts orgasm in him too, a double shot of space pirate semen into his body.  He gasped happily, before the cock slid from his mouth, the raptor unconsciously whimpering for it.
	"Hehehe...you want my cock that bad?"
The male merely went around and after his subordinates slid out of the raptor, pounded into the open cum-filled ass himself.  All the way in with nearly a roar as his head slid up against the raptor's, licking his face lewdly.
	"Aaaaahhh!  S..sir..."
	"UHHH!  Yeah you got a nice ass....mmm..."
He began to fuck vigorously with great abandon into his slave of lust.  The grunts scooped up some of the seed the raptor spilt from his cock, and placed it into a container as their commander ravaged him.  He grunted like a pig, with claws held tightly against the chest.
	"Yeah...UH!  Feel that?  You like it when I do THAT?"
An extra hard slam made the raptor screech in pleasure as his prostate was punched by the cock hard.
	"AAHHH SIR!  FUCK ME!"
	"Yeah...YEAH!  You know why you like it?!?  Cuz yer a bitch, now say it!"
	"I...I'm a BITCH!"
Eventually, through the lustful clamouring of both James and his captor, the commander made a hard final shove and came inside with a strong roar, filling his captive to the brim with hot seed.  Sliding out a minute later, he wiped himself as did the grunts and they replaced their armour, leaving the raptor to tend to himself.  Weak, yet sated by the hormones they left within his body, which eventually dissipated from him.  All he could do now, was rest, his mind a hazy fever dream of bewildering sex.