Megacrafts are made to transport over 20,000 soldiers, service crew, and maintenance workers through the vastness of space\. A clockwork of both mechanical and organic parts working together to move 1\.2 megatonnes of steel hull through the celestial void\. Which was why it was disturbing that one was found drifting aimlessly through space\.

Moire stared at the Megacraft through the windshield of his scouter ship\. The scouter ship was only meant to hold a squad of 7 in its single chamber\. In contrast, the Megacraft was easily a hundred times larger\.

“It’s bigger than Providence,” the dragon said, biting his lip\.

The doberman seated behind him replied\. “The Providence is only meant for a mid\-sized battalion\. This Megacraft houses 2 to 3 divisions, minimum\.”

“And some nation just let it drift into space? How’d that happen?”

“Why don’t you hazard a guess?” The doberman chuckled\.

“Drifted off while at harbour?”

“The crew would’ve noticed and sent a scouter after it\.”

“War casualty?”

“No hull damage\. And even then, every pilot on board will need to be incapacitated to leave the ship stranded\.”

“Pirated and looted?”

“They’ll gut the ship for parts, or just re\-hull the craft after stripping its registration IDs and trackers\.”

“Bleh\. I’m sure you’re just as clueless as me\.”

“I don’t claim to know either,” the doberman grinned smugly\. “But I guess we’ll find out soon\.”

“I see a docking bay at 040 mark 15\. Engel?”

“Yes, corporal,” said Engel, an antelope seated at the steering wheel\. He worked the knobs and levers at the controls, steering the ship towards its destination\.

“Cale, standby to dock\.”

“Roger\.”

The docking station was completely disabled, so the squad was forced to use a laser cutter to penetrate the two airlocks\. After that, a quick hull scan generated a rough blueprint of the Megacraft: 43 decks in total, with them currently on Deck 13\.

“Cale and Grint, you guys take the upper decks\.” Trevon ordered through his suit’s walkie talkie\. He was the acting sergeant for the squad as their sergeant, Decro, was injured from their last mission\. “Moire, Engel, Alin, cover the middle decks\. Jayre, you’re with me to cover the lower decks\.”

He tapped a few times on the display panel on his suit’s forearm, generating two routes through the ship, which he transmitted to the other squad members’ suits\.

“Each group will do a quick scout to look for signs of what happened here\. We’ll meet back at the scouter ship in about 5 hours\. Keep comms up at all times\. Everyone got that?”

“Roger\.”

“Let’s move out\.”

The other two groups headed towards the nearest staircase to begin their routes, while Moire led Engel and Alin along their assigned route through the middle decks\. He tapped on his shoulder, turning on the shoulder\-mounted flashlight on his suit\.

There was something deeply unsettling about being on a completely inoperative ship\. The dragon couldn’t quite put his finger on it\. Being here felt off, as if his presence wasn’t welcome\. Even through his military suit and visor, the oppressive air was painfully stifling\.

“You feel it too, eh?”

Moire turned to Engel\. The antelope was looking at him in concern\. Was his dread that obvious from his expression?

“Yeah\.” The dragon forced a grin\. “It just feels so… dead\. How about you, Alin?”

The jaguar grunted in response\.

“Fair enough\.”

According to their navigator, they were done with this deck, so when they came to the next flight of stairs, they went up\.

“What do you think we’ll find?” Moire asked\.

“Probably nothing\. It’s probably just an abandoned ship\.”

“Then why do we have to search it?”

“Just in case\. There was an incident some years ago\. A small settlement found an abandoned ship\. Took it in to scrap it for parts\. Turns out, there was a pirate crew hiding on\-board\. Came out at dead of night, killed everyone, then disappeared\. A modern\-day Trojan Horse\.”

“I thought that was just a rumour?”

“I don’t know, but is it wise to risk it here?”

“Yeah, you’re right\.” Moire sighed\.

It was on Deck 15 where Moire first spotted some goo on the floor with a deep purple\-black colour\. At first, it was just an inconspicuous puddle in the corner of the corridor, so he paid it no heed\. However, they spotted more and more puddles as they went down the corridor\. The dragon tapped on his forearm panel and spoke into the walkie talkie\.

“Moire to all\. We’re seeing purple goo in the corridors\.”

“Does it seem dangerous?” Trevon replied\.

“Don’t think so\.” He prodded a puddle with his baton\. “Sticky, but doesn’t seem corrosive\.”

“A spill?”

“It’s coming out through the ceiling vents, too\. If it’s a spill, it’s not a small one\.”

“Hmm, okay\. Don’t think that’s anything to be concerned about for now, but be on your guard\.”

“Roger\.”

On Deck 16, Cale’s voice came on the comms\.

“Moire? Which sector of the ship did you see the purple goo in?”

“Sector B, but it seems like it’s also in Sector C\.”

“Weird\. We’re also seeing it in Sector F\. It seems harmless, though\.”

“Yeah, let’s just leave it\.”

Moire’s group reached Deck 21 without further incidents\.

“I wonder how the other teams are doing,” Moire said\.

“About the same as us: just about halfway done\.” Engel chuckled\. “I’ve been checking every few minutes\.”

“That bored, huh?”

“Can’t blame me\. I joined the military to get some action\. You know, phaser fights, high\-octane spacecraft chases, tightly knit camaraderie with my brothers in arms\. Instead, I’m patrolling a billion and one corridors that all look the same\.”

He stood in front of a door\.

“Wow, look, I wonder what’s going to be behind this door?” he said in a light\-hearted, mocking tone\.

He pushed the door open and feigned a gasp\.

“Oh my, it’s yet another storage room? Who could've guessed?”

Moire laughed\.

“Ah wells\. A job’s a job\. Wish I could stand the silence like Alin here\. Alin?”

Moire turned around\. The jaguar was nowhere to be seen\.

“Alin?” The dragon spoke into his walkie talkie\. “Where did you go?”

There was no response\.

“Fuck\.”

“Check the map\!”

Moire hastily tapped his suit’s control panel, and the map appeared on the display\. Alin’s map marker was two decks above them, charging through the corridor at a fast sprint\.

“Why is he there?” Engel asked\.

“Let’s go after him\.”

The two dashed back to the stairs and went up 2 decks\. Alin’s marker was still racing away from them, so they gave chase down the corridor\. Slimy tendrils of goo hung from the ceiling, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of goo\. But there was no time to be concerned; they had to find the jaguar\. Best\-case scenario, the jaguar had seen something and went after it\. Worst\-case scenario, something had captured the jaguar and was dragging him away at an alarming speed\.

They dashed down corridor after corridor, following the dot until…

“He’s gone,” Moire said\.

“Huh?”

“I don’t see his dot on the map\.”

They came to a stop\.

“Fuck\. What now?” Engel said\.

“Let’s search for him\. Stay close\.”

They went to the spot where Alin’s dot had disappeared\. The goo in this sector was thick\. Almost every inch of the corridor’s walls and floor was covered in the purple slime, leaving hardly any patch of bare hull\. Yet there was no sign of where the jaguar had gone\.

“You guys good?” Trevon’s voice spoke through the walkie talkie\.

“We lost Alin\. Looking for him now\.”

“Yeah, I heard over the comms\. Fuck\. We’re coming over to search for him, too\.”

“Roger\.”

“We’re also seeing these weird statues of people in our sector\. They look like they’re made from the hardened goo we’re seeing everywhere\. Doesn’t look like anything dangerous, but just wanted to report it\.”

“Roger that\.”

“Godspeed, I hope you find Alin\. We’ll join you soon\.”

Moire and Engel looked around them\.

“Ugh, this is just the crew’s cabins,” the antelope said\.

“Well, he has to be here somewhere\.”

Moire pushed open the nearest door, getting goo over his combat gloves\. Other than the copious amount of purple slime, it seemed like a normal room\. There was a bunk bed with sheets and pillows\. A journal and two water bottles sat on the desk\. The closet was half\-open with slime\-covered clothes inside\.

They searched two more rooms with nothing out of place apart from the pervasive slime\. However, when they came to the fourth room—

“What the fuck is that?”

Against the opposite wall was a large object about as high as their shoulders\. It was the shape of a vertical egg, supported on its sides by gooey tendrils and extrusions\.

Moire took a step closer\. The “shell” of the pod was translucent, and through it he could make out the faint outline of a humanoid figure encased in the opaque goo\. Engel stumbled back with his hand over his mouth\.

“That’s not Alin, is it?” the antelope asked\.

“I don’t think so\. Seems like a feline species going by his head shape\.”

Engel breaths were shallow\. Moire stepped even closer and leaned forward until his snout was almost touching the pod\.

“Be careful\.”

Inside the pod, the figure seemed to be breathing, but barely\.

“He’s still alive, I think\.”

A gooey tube ran from the base of the pod into the figure’s mouth\. Another tube was mounted over his crotch where its dick would be, as if it were milking him\.

“Bloody hell,” Moire muttered\. “This is some sick shit\.”

“Oh fuck oh fuck\!” Engel screamed\.

The dragon turned around to see the antelope standing in the doorway with blood draining from his face\. He was staring at the corner of the room, where another person\-like statue was kneeling on the ground\. Its mouth was agape and its face was twisted in agony\.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck\. I can’t do this\. Get me out\.”

“Wait outside the room\. I’ll handle this\.”

Engel nodded and left\. The dragon looked over the statue before speaking into his walkie talkie\.

“Moire here\. I think the statues used to be people\. There are some pods here that are… draining people\. These solid statues seem to be what’s left of the victims\. Some fucked up shit is going on here\. I think we should—”

“Moire,” Trevon interrupted him\. “Get the fuck out\. I can’t contact Cale’s group\. Report back to ship immediately\. Jayre, let’s— Jayre?”

There was a long second of silence\.

“What the fuck are you?\!” screamed Trevon\. “Get away\! Get away—”

The message was cut off\.

“Trevon? Trevon?” Moire called, but there was no response\. He tried calling for the other group\. “Cale\. You hear that? We need to leave\. Cale?”

There was also no response\. “Cale? Grint? Jayre?”

He needed to get out of here, and fast\. He made for the door\.

“Engel, we need to go\. Something bad— Engel?”

The antelope was nowhere to be found in the corridor\. Whatever had gotten the rest of his squad must’ve gotten Engel too\. The dragon needed to get out of there before he was met with the same fate\. His legs carried him as fast as he could, running back the way he came as fast as his heart could take\.

The corridor ahead was blocked by a wall of hardened goo\.

The dragon turned back and went down another corridor, only to find it blocked, too\.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck\.”

Moire turned around to see a large blob of goo fall from the ceiling, a mere five steps away\. It formed a waist\-high lump on the floor, rising until it was taller than the dragon\. There was nowhere he could go; all he could do was watch as the goo grew arms, legs, and a long tail\. At the top, the hood of a cobra head fanned out until Moire was looking at two serpentine eyes staring back at him\.

“Going somewhere?” hissed the goo snake\.

The dragon whipped out his phaser gun from its holster and pointed it at the snake\. “Don’t move or I’ll—”

A gooey tendril yanked his ankle out from under Moire, sending him hurtling towards the ground\. His phaser clattered across the corridor\. The dragon scrambled after it, only to be restrained by another tendril wrapping around his waist\.

“Gah\!”

The gun was a few inches out of reach\. Moire squirmed and tugged until the gun was almost in his grasp\. But another tendril grabbed his arm and held it back\.

“No\! Let me go\!”

A tentacle wrapped around his abdomen and squeezed, constricting the air out of him\. More tendrils burst forth from the goo, enveloping the dragon in their slimy grasp until there was no escape for him\. Moire turned his head to see the snake standing over him with goo dripping off his scales\. But the dragon could only gasp for air as his lungs ached for oxygen\.

“You’re coming with me\.”

As the serpent walked away, the tendrils dragged the squirming dragon behind him\.

After being dragged through multiple corridors, Moire was finally brought into a large room\. The dragon gasped for air as the goo released him, and he collapsed to the ground on all fours\. The goo had been tight around his body, restricting his breathing as it transported him across the Megacraft\.

There was no time to react\. Tendrils grabbed him by the wrists, lifting him up into the air with his arms over his head\. More tendrils ensnared his feet and tail, anchoring them to the ground\.

“Hey\!”

The dragon thrashed about, unable to free himself from the grip of the sticky goo\.

“Gah\!”

He gave up and looked around him\. What part of the ship was this? There was slime all over the walls, making it hard to make out the black shiny wall panels\. There was a large chair in the raised centre of the room, with the floor sloping down towards him\. About twenty desks with monitors and complicated controls were arranged in concentric semicircles, fanning outwards from the central chair and facing the walls\. Everything was covered in the dripping goo, and more of the egg\-shaped pods were clustered behind the central seat\.

He was in the navigation bridge at the heart of the Megacraft\. The black walls were screens meant to display the surrounding cosmos, augmented with data from millions of sensors on the exterior hull of the ship\. The seat in the middle was for the captain, and the desks were for the pilots and navigators to manoeuvre the ship\.

But why was he here? There was nobody in the room, and there was no sign of the—

“Looking for me?” someone hissed in his ear\.

Moire jumped in shock\. There was a chuckle behind him, followed by the slosh of collapsing goo as the snake sank into the ground, rematerialising in the captain’s seat\.

“What are you?” Moire demanded\.

“‘What’?” The snake smirked\. “It seems you don’t even see me as a person\.”

The dragon glared back\.

“I’m Sephos\.”

“What have you done to my squad?”

“Ah\. Your friends\.”

The snake chuckled\.

“Don’t you worry\. I have been taking very good care of them\.”

“Where are they?”

“Oh, they’re right here\.”

Behind Sephos, the shell of the goo pods turned to liquid and melted away, revealing the six captured squad members\.

“Trevon\! Engel\! Cale\!”

The soldiers were unconscious\. Their arms and legs were bent back towards the back of the pod and encased in goo, holding them in place\. Tubes were fed into each of their mouths, pumping some sort of fluid into them\. The crotch of their suits were also torn open, allowing another tube to encase their erect manhoods\. Their heads and torsos weren’t engulfed by the slime yet, but it was only a matter of time\.

“Let them go, you sick fuck\!”

Sephos rematerialised in front of Moire\.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate\.”

The snake placed his hand on the dragon’s chest, letting the deep purple goo drip over his body\. The cold liquid seeped through his armour, spreading across his scales\.

“Maybe you don’t understand the situation you’re in\. I could just encase you in goo right now\. Put you in one of those pods\. Drain your life essence\.”

Goo crept further down his arms and climbed further up the dragon’s legs\.

Moire gritted his teeth\. “Is that what you’re doing to my squad?”

“Exactly\. They’re now my batteries: I absorb their vitality, fuelling my powers\.”

Tendrils rose around Sephos, twisting about menacingly\.

“Like what you’ve done to everyone on this ship?”

“Very astute\. Yes, that’s what I’ve done here\. Every last crew member sapped dry\.”

The dragon could feel the goo permeate his scales\.

“Don’t worry about your squad\. In just a matter of hours, their minds would be completely gone, along with their ability to comprehend their fates\. But with my special concoction that I feed them, I can keep their mindless bodies going for a decade or two\.”

Moire did his best to ignore the goo creeping further up his body, encasing his elbows and hips\. “Are the statues what’s left after you’re done with them?”

“The husks? Yes\. Completely useless to me, but they make for nice decorations around the ship\.”

“You’re sick\! Let us go or else—mfft\!”

Moire gasped as tendrils swiftly wrapped themselves around the dragon, constricting his chest\. A tendril plunged into the dragon’s mouth, making him choke on slime\. The goo filled his throat and escaped up his nostrils\.

“Or else what?” Sephos loomed over the struggling dragon with a smirk\.

Moire didn’t want to die here\. Not like this\. He twisted his head, struggling until he got the tendril out of his mouth\.

“Fuck\!” He spat the goo out of his mouth, leaving behind an acrid aftertaste\. The residual slime drooled out of his mouth and nostrils, making it hard to breathe\.

“Give in,” the snake taunted\. “Don’t you want to join your friends?”

“No\! Let me go\!” Moire struggled against the coiling tendrils\. Goo was spreading up his chest and neck, threatening to fully encase him in its thick prison\. He needed to act fast\. “If… if you don’t let us go, The Federation will realise we’re missing and hunt you down\.”

“And why should I be afraid of your ‘Federation’?”

“We’re the 3rd biggest intergalactic union in the known universe, spanning over 600 million galaxies\. We also have the biggest military force among all the unions\. Your Megacraft will be no match against the force of our army\. Even just 3 of our Battlecruisers will—”

The tendrils released Moire, sending the dragon collapsing to the ground\. He looked up to see the serpent looking down at him\.

“You’ve made the right choice,” Moire said\. “Now let my squad go, and the Federation may offer you a fair trial\.”

“A fair trial?” Sephos grinned, sending chills down the soldier’s spine\. “No, I have a very different idea\.”

The serpent took a step closer towards the dragon\. Moire tried to scramble away, but the weight of the goo encasing him made it hard to move\.

“3rd biggest union, you say? You see, it’s been a while since I’ve had new… visitors\. And in that time, my current store of batteries has been running low\.”

“Oh, fuck\.” The dragon realised what he had just done\.

“I don’t like the terms of your proposal, so here’s mine instead\. You will help me infiltrate the Federation and turn every last person into a living battery for me\. If the Federation is as vast as you claim, then there will be enough to power me for the next millennia or two\.”

“No, you can’t\!”

Sephos took a step closer towards Moire\.

“Maybe I’ll set up a battery farm\. A whole galaxy of people breeding offspring for me to drain dry\.”

“I refuse\! You can’t make me do this\!”

“Watch me\.”

Sephos’ tail wrapped around Moire and lifted him up into an upright position\. The dragon looked up to see the snake looking down at him with a grin\. Sephos opened his mouth and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Moire’s\.

“Nfft\!?”

The serpent thrust his tongue into the dragon’s mouth, taking his time to explore and tease the soldier’s oral chamber\. The snake squeezed his coils around Moire’s body, rubbing against the dragon’s crotch through his combat suit\. Moire panicked and twisted free of Sephos’ kiss\.

“Wha… s\-stop th—”

The snake pulled him back in for another forced kiss, rubbing and grinding his smooth scaly tail against the dragon’s body\. The heated friction was too much for Moire to take\. Slowly but surely, his cock began to emerge from his slit\. Sephos released Moire from the kiss\.

“You’re getting aroused by this\.”

“Nfgh… I would… never…”

The snake slid his hand between the coils of his tail, groping the soldier’s crotch\.

“No… stop…” Moire struggled, pushing against the serpent’s grip\.

“Gͥiveͣ iṉ\.”

Sephos’ voice was pushing through Moire’s mind, tuning out his other thoughts\.

“Now͔̻, relax̯͞\.”

In his dazed state, all Moire could feel was the snake groping his dick, coaxing it into a full erection pressed against his lower abs\.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Moire groaned in response\. His trace was only broken as Sephos dived in for another kiss\.

“Mfft\!”

The snake wrapped his lips around the dragon’s, plunging his tongue into Moire’s maw\. This time, there was no escaping it\. Sephos held his head in place, giving the soldier no room to twist free\. Despite how hard he thrashed about, he couldn’t get the snake’s tongue out of his mouth\. Sephos pushed his long oral organ deeper into the dragon, circling the inside of his gullet\. A bulge formed in Moire’s neck where the serpent’s tongue pressed against his muscles\.

The dragon squirmed, clenching against the snake’s tongue, struggling in vain to keep the oral invader out of his throat\. The snake constricted him tighter, and the dragon could swear his ribs were going to crack any moment now\. Moire looked at Sephos pleadingly, but the snake had no intention of letting him go\. Instead, all he saw in the serpent’s icy gaze were swirling spirals\. They spun outwards, spreading out of Sephos’ eyes until it flooded the dragon’s vision\.

The trembling dragon closed his eyes, trying to block out the spiralling afterimage of endless spirals\.

“L̲ͨoo̜k at̅ me\.”

The dragon opened his eyes and the swirls returned\. Sephos’ tongue plunged back into him, flooding Moire’s insides with wave after wave of goo\. The snake continued to clench and relax his coils, constricting the soldier’s body while stroking the trapped cock\.

“Surr̩̉en̯de͒r ẗ́̓o m̹͕y w̃̓íll͑\. D̂elivër the Fedͫͩerat̨͝ion to me\.”

Moire’s struggles got feebler, and his vision turned white and hazy\. His lungs burned for air\. Air that Sephos was sucking out of him\. The spirals slowly faded out into white\. The last thing Moire saw was his slime\-encased squad\. Then everything went black\.

Moire woke up with a gasp\. The dragon was in the seat of his scouter ship as it drifted through the endless cosmos\. He heaved a sigh of relief\.

“Man\.” He heaved a sigh of relief\. “I had the weirdest dream\. I was— guys?”

The ship was strangely quiet\. Moire turned around to find everyone’s seat empty\. In front of him, the Megacraft loomed menacingly\.

“Oh, fuck…”

As he got up, he felt something sticky in the crotch of his suit\. Sephos must’ve driven him to orgasm as he knocked out\.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck\.”

He got into the pilot’s seat and started the engine\. But before he could turn on the thrusters, he froze\. He had a decision to make\. Should he go back and try to save his squad, or should he retreat? His first instinct was to save his squad, but it was obvious he was outmatched by Sephos\. He’d be in a milking pod before he could take 3 steps into the Megacraft\.

The scouter’s communication module crackled to life\. “Providence to Delta\-13205\-S\. Providence to Delta\-13205\-S\. Do you read me?”

Moire dashed over to the signals seat and sat down\. Holding down the “broadcast” button, he spoke into the microphone\. “Delta\-13205\-S to Providence\. I read you\. Over\.”

“Delta\! It’s been 12 hours since you last reported\. What happened? Over\.”

“We encountered trouble on the Megacraft\. Remaining strength is one\. Over\.”

“What? Is the rest of your squad dead? Over\.”

“Not dead\. But…”

“Retreat immediately\. We will send backup to your location\. Over\.”

Moire hesitated\. The Providence could send an army to invade Sephos’ Megacraft and kill him, if that were possible\. Then they could rescue Trevon, Engel, and the rest\. But… would that be too late? Sephos said his squad would lose their minds after a few hours of being sapped\. Even if the Providence could mobilise an entire army within 4 hours, it would take them at least 2 days to reach the Megacraft\. There was not enough time\. Even if the squad could be saved, there wouldn’t be much left of them to save\. Meanwhile, they would lose more soldiers to Sephos, further empowering him\. This was a risk they couldn’t take\.

“Delta\-13205\-S, do you copy? I say again, retreat immediately\. We will send backup to your location\. Over\.”

“No\!” Moire said\. “This is too dangerous\. You don’t know what we’re dealing with\. I don’t even know what we’re dealing with\. Over\.”

“Then what do you propose, soldier? Over\.”

The dragon thought about it\. He honestly didn’t know what to do with a threat as powerful as Sephos\. There was just an overwhelming feeling of heavy dread and being trapped\. Surely there was another option…

“I say again, what do you propose, soldier? Over\.”

Moire dashed into the navigator’s seat, manoeuvring the scouter ship so that it pointed straight at the heart of the Megacraft\. Normally, a scouter ship would have absolutely no chance of going up against a Megacraft of this size\. However, if the ship was out of power, then its defensive force field would be down, leaving its steel hull unprotected\.

As the scouter ship stabilised, the dragon moved over to the gunner’s seat and charged up the ship’s phaser guns\. A beeping sound indicated that the 8 mounted guns were ready to fire\. Moire flicked the safety off and fired\.

The resultant barrage was powerful, shaking the scouter ship as pulses of condensed energy were fired at the Megacraft\. The bullets tore through the reinforced hull as if it were paper, creating a gaping hole in the ship\. As the energy of each bullet dispersed, spheres of blue and yellow energy expanded like fireworks before fading away\.

“Providence to Delta\-13205\-S\. Respond immediately\! I say again, respond immediately\! Over\.”

Moire didn’t relent\. He held down the trigger, drilling deeper into the Megacraft with pure energy\. A high\-pitched beeping sound indicated that the gun was overheating\. But Moire didn’t stop\. Just a bit more…

There was a huge explosion as the bullets hit the inner machinery of the ship\. The vacuum of space between the explosion and Moire meant he couldn’t hear the blast, but he could still feel the shockwaves rippling through the scouter craft\. But the destruction didn’t end there\. The blast hit other core sections of the Megacraft, creating a chain reaction of explosions that engulfed the steel behemoth\.

The shockwaves came towards Moire like a tidal wave, sweeping him up in the invisible forces from the blast\. The scouter ship spun violently through the void of space, away from the rapidly destructing Megacraft\. If not for Moire’s seat harness, he would’ve been tossed around the ship\. However, it didn’t stop the dragon from feeling nauseous\. All he could see was a flurry of stars orbiting in his vision, accompanied by flashes of the exploding Megacraft\.

“Providence to Delta\-13205\-S\. I’m detecting huge energy waves from your direction\. Sending over backup immediately\. Over\.”

Moire’s head was spinning\. He gripped the armrests of his seat, trying his best to endure the queasiness until the sickening rolling knocked him out\.

Everything that happened after the explosion felt like a waking nightmare\. Moire didn’t know how long he sat in his seat, drifting in and out of consciousness until the Federation battleships pulled up to the wreckage of the Megacraft\. He was barely aware of his surroundings as soldiers boarded his craft and escorted him onto a battleship\. Medics laid his limp body on an ambulance stretcher and wheeled him into the medic bay, where various medical equipment were swiftly strapped onto him\.

“Oxygen level is low\.”

An oxygen mask was strapped onto his face\.

“Blood pressure is at dangerous levels\.”

“He’s severely dehydrated\. Get the IV\.”

“Quick\-release his suit\.”

He lost consciousness again as they peeled him out of his suit\.

After three days in the medic bay, Moire was brought out in a wheelchair to an interrogation room\. Even though the soldier was still recovering, they’d grill him for hours each day, asking him question after question\. The interrogator, a gruff\-looking bull, would ask him to recount what happened on board the Megacraft, only to ask him again a few hours later\. Then the bull would ask the same question, phrasing it differently to try to catch any inconsistencies\.

Moire knew what they were trying to do\. They must’ve suspected him of killing his squadmates and disobeying direct orders from his superiors\. Any discrepancies in his testimony would be used against him\. Sure enough, after almost a week of interrogations, he was suspended from his military duties, and instructed to wait for news of his trial\.

His trial was tomorrow, and the impending judgement loomed over his mind as he stumbled out of the mess hall after breakfast, heading down the corridor towards his room\.

“Hey, Moire\!”

The soldier looked up to see a concerned and familiar face looking back at him\. Decro, his squad’s sergeant, was in his combat suit save for his helmet, which he held under his arm\.

“Oh, hey\. How’s your hand?”

“Oh, this?” The wolf raised his arm, showing the wrist brace on his left hand\. “Fracture is almost healed\. Doc says I’ll be able to get back to training in a month or two\. In the meantime, I’m training the next batch of recruits\.”

He seemed annoyed\.

“I’ve got to rush to my next training session soon, but I have a bit of time now\. But listen\.”

The wolf’s expression turned serious as he put his hands on Moire’s shoulders\.

“I don’t know what happened during your last mission\. And to be honest, I feel guilty that I wasn’t there for the squad\. But whatever happened there, it’s not your fault\. I know you did what you had to do\.”

“Thanks…”

“I’ve been called to give a testimony of your character during your trial\. Trust me, I have nothing but good things to say about you, alright? Don’t worry about it\.”

The dragon nodded\.

“I know it’s hard for you, but endure for just a bit longer\. You can tell me what happened during the mission, but only when you’re ready, alright?”

He nodded again\.

“Stay strong, soldier\.” Decro gave him a pat on his shoulder, then turned away and continued down the corridor\.

“Wait\!” Moire called out after Decro before he could stop himself\.

The wolf stopped and turned around\. “Yeah?”

Moire hesitated\.

“I…”

“I’ll tell you everything,” Moire repeated the voice in his head\.

“I really should get going,” Decro said\. “Can this wait until after I’m done training?”

Moire was fighting an invisible battle in his mind\. What had gotten into him? After days of non\-stop interrogation, he had no desire to recount everything again for Decro\. And of all time, he had to pick one where the sergeant was in a rush\.

“No, please\. It has to be now,” Moire pleaded\.

The wolf looked torn\. “Okay… Let me update my 2IC\.”

He tapped on his suit’s forearm display and spoke into it\. “Finn\. Got urgent business\. Please start the class first\.” Then he turned back to Moire\. “Okay, what’s up?”

“Let’s go somewhere quieter\.”

Moire led Decro down a few corridors until they came to the training facility and found an unoccupied room\.

“Tap us in,” Moire said\.

“Don’t you have—”

“They disabled access when they suspended me\.”

Decro raised an eyebrow but tapped his forearm against the door scanner\. The door opened, revealing a sparring room, meant to train soldiers in hand\-to\-hand combat\. Weapons of all sorts lined the racks, from dummy daggers and batons, to padded poles and riot shields\. As they stepped in, the door closed behind them\.

“So what do you want to tell me?” Decro turned to Moire\.

“No, I…”

“Huh?”

“Ghrrr\!” Moire tensed his muscles, fighting the overbearing force in his mind that was wrestling for control over his body\.

“I don’t understand\. Moire, are you okay?”

There was a huge mental surge, and Moire felt like he was thrown backwards with great force\. But it was only a sensation in his head; his body hasn’t moved an inch\. Then his arm rose without him controlling it\.

His arm pulled back, then swung with full force at Decro’s chest, catching both of them off guard\. At the same time, purple goo burst out of the ground from where Moire stood\. The wolf was flung a metre into the air before he landed, skidding across the padded floor until he hit a rack of equipment\. Training weapons fell over him, and his helmet clattered away\. Decro coughed, clutching his chest in agony\. He looked down at his chest to see a patch of goo stuck to where Moire had punched him\.

“Fuck\.”

Sephos’ voice rang in Moire’s head\. The dragon tried to fight it, but he was no longer in control of his body\.

“Moire… you…”

Moire came up to Decro with a smirk on his face\. Purple goo seeped from beneath his scales, coating the ground as he walked\.

“You’re not Moire, aren’t you? You’re just possessing his body\.”

“Ver̈́y ast̠ut̓e̶̟\.”

“So what now? You’re going to take over my body too?”

“No͉͍\. I haͧv̐è oth̴͝er plans for̠—”

Decro swiftly grabbed a staff and swung it hard at Moire’s neck, throwing the dragon to the ground\. The wolf jumped to his feet and pressed the tip of the staff against the dragon’s chest, pinning him down\.

“Get out of Moire\.”

The dragon grinned\. “O̮r elsȅ what?”

“Or I’ll kill you\.”

“Eͤveṅ ifͩ ît͗ me̢a̮̳nͥ͞s̜͢ kill͇͈in̥͉ĝ̰ your fri̟end̤ͨ?”

“I cannot let you—”

Gooey tentacles grabbed Decro from behind, wrapping around his chest and flinging him against the wall\. He smashed into it with a sickening crunch, leaving an indent in the white wall panel before collapsing to the ground\. The wolf looked up\. The door was a few steps to the right\. Other soldiers were looking through the glass window in the door with panicked looks on their faces\.

“Go, go\. Open it\.” Their voices were muffled through the door\. “Faster\!”

“Give me a moment, dammit\!”

Moire summoned a slimy tendril in front of the door\. It slammed into the window with a powerful thud, splattering into a thick wall\.

“Shit, the door is jammed\!”

“What the fuck is that thing?”

Distracted by the door, Moire didn’t see the wolf come at him with the pole\. Decro struck the side of the dragon’s head with great impact, but the dragon didn’t flinch\.

“Yo̡̠u͔’ŗe̮ͅ determin̟ed, Î’ll͉̝ give yo͆u that\.”

The possessed soldier grabbed the pole and jerked it towards him\. Decro stumbled forward towards Moire, allowing the dragon to grab the wolf by his injured wrist\.

“But yoư̊r body is b̐̽are̗ly̖̥ holding͂ up\.”

Moire squeezed Decro’s wrist, eliciting a painful gasp from the wolf\. He released a burst of goo from his hand, controlling the living slime to stream down the wolf’s arm and chest\.

“Don’t w̸o͍͗rry\. You͋͑’llͦ st͉͗i̵̖ll make̐͠ a n͇̝ice batterͨy͢ for̔ mͣe͑\.”

“Gah\!”

The dragon let go, and the goo\-covered wolf stumbled back\. Decro hastily attempted to wipe the slime off him, but it only made it spread more\. The goo seeped into his suit, forming tentacles under the skintight material\. The tentacles writhed about against the wolf’s body, sending sensual chills up his spine\.

“Stop this\! Get it out\!”

Decro struggled, but there was no escaping the tentacles as they explored his body\. Two tendrils pressed against his nipples, rubbing their tips around his sensitive areolae\.

“F\-fuck\!”

He collapsed to the ground on all fours, gasping in pain as his injured wrist bore weight\. Another tendril coiled around his sheathe and wolfnuts, tugging them forwards firmly\.

“Yes̎… y̝͡ou̿’re a̧ vi̩͑r̀͒il̥̀ĕ̵ one\. I can’t wait́ t̮ò̩ taste your se̠ed\.”

“Moire… don’t…”

“Moi̊̄re ís no̮͟ l͐on͔̒g̳e̊r here\.”

The wolf squirmed\. The tentacle was massaging his balls, gently stoking his starved libido\. Another one wrapped around his emerging member, rubbing up and down his growing length\.

“Fuck\!”

Decro groped at the crotch of his suit, trying to push the tentacles away from his sensitive manhood\. But the tendrils only worked harder to knead and massage his flesh, further arousing the wolf\. The canine turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment\.

“Loọ̑k a̷͝t how pa͆ͧthet͒̽i̛͞c you a̧re\. Ful̙̿ly̮ a͠r̨ouse̯̒d and le͆͝ak͕̒ing̃̍ pre inṱ͠o̵ your̐͞ suͯ̉it̹\.”

“You…\!”

The wolf was reduced to a quivering mess\. But just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, a tendril slid between his rear cheeks and began teasing his pucker\.

“Fuck, no\! Please\!”

“B̗ẽ̹g̨̅ging̞͒ al͌re̷̢ad̍ͦy? Ö̲h, you f̩͊l̚atter m̭e\.”

“You… don’t have to… do this\.”

“Ohͧ, bụ̋t I want t̝̦o\.”

The gooey tendril pushed into Decro’s tunnel, making the wolf gasp in satisfaction and shame\. Lubricated by the slime, the tentacle thrust in and out of the wolf’s clenched passage\.

“Gngg\! Gngg\!”

Decro grunted with each thrust that filled him out\. The tendril plunged deep into him, pressing around until it found the wolf’s prostate\.

“Nff\!” He huffed\. His chest felt tight\. It was hard to breathe\.

The tentacles continued to grope Decro’s body as they found all his erogenous zones and exploited them for pure pleasure\. The tendril was still coiled around his stiff rocket, squeezing and pumping it with zeal\. Decro clenched his pelvic muscles, suppressing the orgasm that the tentacles were trying to force out of him\.

Moire stepped in front of the kneeling wolf and picked him up by the neck, choking him\.

“Ack\!”

“The mo̍r̨̯e yoű͕ resist the orͦga͎sm̡͊, the m̹ore d͗elic̍͐i̱͍o̴̘us the c͒li̜m̙ax̛ ẃḯl͐ͦl͖ be\.”

The wolf grabbed the dragon’s arm, trying to pry himself free\. But the physical exertion had taken its toll on him, and he could only tug against the dragon’s hand with feeble yanks\.

“Can’t… breathe…”

Moire chuckled\. In his other hand, he held Decro’s helmet upside down like a bucket\. Purple goo sloshed around within it, spilling all over the ground\. The wolf was struggling to keep his eyes open from the agony as his lungs screamed for air\. His pitiful gaze fell on Moire, but the dragon only delighted in his suffering\. Lifting up the goo\-filled helmet, he thrust it over the wolf’s head, spilling the deep purple slime everywhere\. Decro’s gasps for air only made him swallow the goo, making him cough violently\.

The dragon let go of Decro, and the goo\-soaked canine crumpled to the ground\. Inside his suit, the canine was struggling to survive\. He could barely breathe through his goo\-filled lungs\. The wolf would let out a powerful cough, expelling as much slime as he could from his mouth, then take a quick gulp of air before the living goo filled his maw again\. The whole time, the goo encasing his body was weighing him down, making it impossible to get up\.

Moire summoned more tentacles from the goo\-covered floor\. They grabbed Decro’s limbs, lifting him up into the air in a spreadeagle pose\. More tendrils reached for the squirming wolf, wrapping around his body and limbs in their vice\-like grip\. As the goo fully encased the wolf, it restricted all the wolf’s movements and muffled all his yelps\.

The dragon placed his claw just above the wolf’s crotch and dug through the goo and into the wolf’s combat suit\. He dragged his claw down the bulge, tearing through the suit and releasing the wolf’s erect shaft and hanging orbs, all encased in a layer of solidified goo\.

There was a crashing sound as the other soldiers broke down the solid goo blocking the door\.

“Freeze\! Put your hands up where we can see them\!”

The soldiers, equipped with their combat suits and phaser guns, dashed into the room and surrounded Moire and the squirming tentacle pillar that was Decro\.

The dragon smirked\. A final tendril reached for the wolf’s crotch\. It positioned its tube\-like tip over the Decro’s wolfhood before engulfing its entire length\. The wolf’s moans could barely be heard as it began milking and kneading the throbbing meat\.

“I repeat, put your hands up where we can see them\!”

Moire felt a surge of power rise within him as the goo absorbed the leaking pre from Decro’s cock\. It felt…

Raw strength rushed through his body\. He felt more unified with the goo around him as the writhing tentacles throbbing to the beat of his pulse\.

“This is your last warning\! Put your hands up, or we’ll shoot\!”

Moire aimed his fist towards the ground and pulled back, readying himself for a powerful punch\. Then he put all his weight into the swing, hitting the ground with a great force\. Goo burst forth from the ground, spreading outwards in a mere instant\. As it covered the floor that the soldiers were standing on, tendrils burst forth and grabbed them\. There was no time to fire a shot\. All the soldiers were immediately incapacitated, brought to their knees as the slime engulfed them\. The goo spread, covering every inch of the floor with its shiny purple sheen\.

More soldiers rushed in, firing at Moire\. The dragon swung his arm in the air, and a wave of goo rose from the ground between him and the soldiers, solidifying into a shield\. More tentacles emerged from the goo and took down the soldiers\.

The dragon took a deep breath\. He couldn’t hold them back forever, not at his current strength\. He looked at the tentacle encased wolf and focused\. The goo around Decro became more vigorous, teasing and milking the bound wolf with increased fervour\. The tentacle in his rear thrust in and out with greater speed and depth, spreading apart the tight tunnel of muscles\. Decro’s helpless moans became more audible until, at last, he could no longer hold it in\. His hips bucked, shooting jet after jet of his potent seed into the milking tendril\.

Moire’s body erupted with power\. It felt like liquid fire was coursing through his veins, flooding every fibre of his being\.

As a swarm of soldiers surrounded him, goo surged around each soldier, engulfing them in an orb of goo\. Within seconds, each one of them was bound in a pod and milked for energy\. Each one of them would further fuel his growing power\.

The lights turned red as a siren blared throughout the room\. The soldiers were going to call for help\. Not that Moire would allow it\. The dragon dug his hand into the goo\-covered ground\. Taking control of the spreading slime, he felt it move outwards through the vents and pipes of the ship\. Within seconds, his slime had reached every corner of the ship\.

Moire felt like he had transcended the physical realm\. He could see everywhere and hear everyone, as if he were there\. He was in the engine room, in the navigation bridge, in the living quarters, all at once\. He could hear the shouts of fear, the barking of orders, the confused questions\. The dragon focused his attention on the signals room, where an officer was ordering a corporal at the communications module\.

“Send out an SOS to Genesis\. Now\!”

The corporal was barely able to use the communications module when a wave of goo burst through the vents, engulfing the entire room in slime\. Everyone in the room was swiftly imprisoned in milking pods, and the door was sealed shut by a wall of hardening goo\.

Nobody outside of the Providence would know what happened here\.

Section by section, chamber by chamber, Moire poured his goo through each room, encasing everyone there in a pod of solidified goo\. Within the hour, every last person was converted into a living battery to fuel his power\.

The goo encased Moire, slowly warping his draconic features into serpentine ones\. Sephos’ maw emerged from the goo, twisting into a smug grin\.

The whole Providence was his now\.

Orbiting 500 kilometres above planet Ketaris 103E was Sol Erebus, a military ship under the Federation\. Almost ten times larger than the Providence, it functioned as the military base for the Aegis\-5827 star cluster\. In its communications centre, a stag was seated at one of the many radio stations with a headset on\.

“Sol Erebus to unknown ship, please identify yourself and state your purpose\. Over,” he said, trying to establish communication with an incoming military craft\.

He waited for 10 seconds, but no reply came\. He tapped on the keyboard in front of him, instructing the ship to do a scan of the military craft\. The results popped up on his holographic display within seconds\. The ship’s identification code was Providence\-4812\-OS, a destroyer ship belonging to the Providence with a capacity of 200 troops\.

“Sol Erebus to Providence\-4812\-Oscar\-Sierra, please state your purpose\. Over\.”

There was still no response\. Still, the stag wasn’t in a rush: a ship of that size posed no threat to the Sol Erebus, not with its powerful defensive force field and missile\-deflection system\.

“Sol Erebus to Providence\-4812\-Oscar\-Sierra, please state your purpose or we will be forced to take defensive—”

“Providence\-4812\-Oscar\-Sierra to Sol Erebus\. Requesting to dock\. Over,” interrupted a monotonous voice\.

“Sol Erebus to 4812\. Request denied\. The Providence is unauthorised to dock here\. Over\.”

“Providence\-4812\-Oscar\-Sierra to Sol Erebus\. Something went wrong on the Providence\. We need help\. Over\.”

The stag frowned\. There were other military bases that were closer to the Providence’s patrol route\. Even if the ship was in trouble, they could’ve sought help elsewhere\. Something was suspicious about this request\.

“Providence\-4812\-Oscar\-Sierra to Sol Erebus\. Something went wrong on the Providence\. We need help\. We are running out of time\. Please\. Over\.” The voice was strangely cold\.

The stag turned to his commanding officer\.

“Sir\. We’ve got a destroyer from Providence\. Don’t know why it’s 2000 AUs away from their patrol route, but they claim something happened on the Providence so they’re requesting to dock\.”

“Did they say what went wrong?”

“No, sir\.”

“Go ask them\.”

The stag tapped on his headset\. “Sol Erebus to 4812\. What happened on the Providence? Over\.”

“Providence\-4812\-Oscar\-Sierra to Sol Erebus\. What happened is confidential information that can endanger the Federation’s authority\. We cannot share it on public communications\. We will elaborate in person\. Allow us to dock\. We are running out of time\. Please\. Over\.”

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The stag turned back to the officer\. “Sir, they say it’s confidential information that can endanger the Federation\.”

“Fine, let them in\. Get them to dock at the holding station\.”

“Sol Erebus to 4812\. Permission granted to dock\. Please proceed to station Lima\-Whiskey\-23\. Over\.”

The ship didn’t respond, but it silently steered towards the docking station\.

The stag switched communications over to the docking bay\. “Get me 4 guards on Lima\-Whiskey\-23\. We’ve got a destroyer severely off course from the Providence, claims something went wrong on their ship\. Suspicious, so keep an eye on the ship and escort its crew to Containment\.”

“Roger that\.”

With that settled, the stag resumed his communications with other battleships in orbit\. Minutes passed uneventfully until a deafening boom shook the communications centre\.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know\.”

“Should we evacuate?”

The radio crackled, and a voice came on the headset\. “Docking station to Comms\. The ship\! These purple creatures came out, then they spread this weird slime everywhere\! It’s not—”

The message ended as a second explosion shook the ship\. The stag regained composure and turned to his commanding officer, who was pressed in his seat with a shocked look on his face\.

“Sir, I’m sending an SOS signal to Genesis\.”

The officer could only manage a stiff nod through his stupor\.

Time was of the essence\. He swiftly connected the line to the Genesis—the Federation’s main military base—and spoke into his headset\.

“Sol Erebus To Genesis\. This is an emergency SOS\. We’re under attack by an unknown threat\. Over\.”

There was no response\. The stag frowned\. That’s weird\. The Genesis usually replied promptly to communications\. A third explosion came from another sector of the ship, followed almost immediately by a fourth one\.

“Sol Erebus To Genesis\. I say again\. This is an emergency SOS\. We’re under attack by an unknown threat\. Over\.”

Still no response\. Something bad must’ve happened at headquarters\.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck\.”

“Sol Erebus To Genesis\. I say again\. This is an emergency SOS\. We’re under attack—”

Purple goo poured into the room from all the vents, filling the room with its viscous flood\. The stag was swept away by an unseen force, only to be affixed to the ground in a kneeling position with his hands behind his back\. Something tore through the crotch of his uniform, wrapping around his member and pumping his flaccid cock\.

Something else forced itself into his maw and down his throat, where it began pumping a thick liquid into him\. He could feel a fog enter his mind, calming his fears and clouding his thoughts\. His body relaxed\. There was nothing to be worried about\.

He just needed to give in\.

He just needed to enjoy the stroking of his cock\.

He just needed to c̣͎̏ͮ̈̀͢ủ̵̝̅͆̑m̢̠\.

The stag shot his load into the milking tube as his vision danced with brilliant colours in shades of blue, pink, and purple\. It felt good\. It was good\.

All was good in the world\.

In the docking stations of the Providence, purple humanoid figures were boarding the various spacecraft that were stationed in the docking bay\. They were once the crew members of the Providence, but now they were reduced to mere drones\. The purple goo had taken over their bodies, allowing Sephos to control their every movement\. They boarded every available ship, from scouter ship to battlecruisers\. Even the escape pods were fully utilised\. Everything that could travel through space would be used to spread the living goo to other Federation bases\.

Sephos sat in the captain’s seat in the navigation room, observing the docking bay through the monitors mounted on all the wall panels\. Kneeling beside him was a purple figure with draconic horns and a snout\. Because of the goo that encased it, its face was completely blank except for an open maw\. It stuck out its tongue, panting like a feral pet dog\. The serpent stroked his scaly fingers on the dragon’s head\.

“Good boy\. I knew you’d obey my orders perfectly\.”

He watched the screen as another battlecruiser took off towards a distant star cluster\.

“Because of you, the Federation will soon be mine\. You deserve a reward\.”

With a snap of Sephos’ fingers, the 6 goo pods behind him began milking the dragon’s former squadmates\. The dragon quivered as they climaxed in unison, filling it with the power of 6 orgasms\.

“It’s only a matter of time before the Federation falls under my control\.”

The snake felt a rush of energy as yet another planet was consumed by his goo\. Their orgasms came one after another, forming a fresh stream of life essence flowing into him\.

“After that, there’s just the rest of the universe to go\.”