Dog of War

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Viola felt refreshed as fae bid the two younger Affini goodbye, the adorable little program in tow. The last thirty hours of assembly work and debugging had been a much needed break, and getting to do much of it alongside such a cutie made it even more invigorating! Fae brought up the information fae had found, reviewing it. Tracking down the elusive ‘Company’ had proven more difficult than fae had suspected it would. All the common avenues of pursuit didn't exist, and all the leads fae found led to dead ends. 

 

It all Invigorated Viola’s fervor for The Hunt.

 

Despite the lack of clear leads, Viola had managed to narrow the search. Only a few of the people on Princess’ list had any records at all, but those that did primarily lived in the Alpha Centauri system. It was in the heart of the Accord, but still littered with places to hide. Lots of traffic too, with many high frequency trade routes.

 

A few light-hours of space was better than the entire Accord, but not good enough. Viola had gotten as far fae could by reading the plain text of the paperwork. Fae would simply have to dig deeper into the paperwork itself. That is what made The Office of Archeoxenobureaucracy so effective, after all. 

 

First, Viola needed to determine faer strongest leads. The obvious one was Princess- she doubtlessly knew not just the exact location of The Company, but the obfuscation of its information. She was also off-limits. A life of trauma had left her emotionally delicate. Viola would go to untold lengths to see a Hunt to completion, but knowingly upsetting another's floret was too much for any Affini. 

 

The second strongest lead was the list. Eighty-four names in all, not including The Director. The records were sparse. Residency, tax information, place of birth, and some medical records. They were also all dead or missing, some turning up on planets hundreds of light years away. It was somewhat of a pity Princess was already claimed; she was clearly an apt hunter herself. Not that Viola needed a floret for The Hunt. Besides, if Viola had Princess, it would have been over already. It did give fae an idea, though; Viola couldn't talk to anyone directly involved, but fae didn't need to. All their records were right here. While residency and tax records did little but indicate the two suspected systems, fae had yet to cross examine the medical records.

 

Viola pulled up seven of the names, focusing on the ones that had autopsies. Five had the same violent end; a cut throat, followed by death via hemorrhage. The other two were shot, also in the throat. That wasn't what interested the Affini, no; faer eyes found themselves drawn to a different common factor- cold-related injuries, long scarred over at the time of their deaths. Viola quickly filtered through the rest of the names, finding a common thread of frostbite and slight nerve damage. Of the fifty-seven that turned up dead, fourteen had suffered from the cold.

 

It was somewhat promising, but Terran medical records were woefully inept. Viola couldn't even tell how old these injuries were, and it was likely it could be misreported or missed in the others. Not to mention such injuries were fairly common. Fae could still cross-reference with one sophont who had been properly examined. 

 

Princess’ medical file was a truly horrifying document. Stab wounds, blunt force, several kinds of burns and gunshots, there was seemingly not a single type of injury she hadn't suffered. Even the vet’s notes commented that with the excessive amount of damage, it was difficult to determine any specific cause. However, there were no less than four cases of frostbite, three of which were in the right time frame. The most severe case even coincided with the scar on her neck. 

 

Wherever the company had been located, it was cold. That barely narrowed the pool; even in a binary star system there were plenty of frigid places, both temporary and long-term. Viola needed to think deeper. 

 

There were no trade routes, bills of lading, no missing cargo from any freighters in the area that could point towards some large secret facility. Smuggling on that scale would demand it be near one of the highly active ports, even with backing from the Accord. There was one planet and the moon of another that made sense. Both fit the bill for the shipping port, but the planet was temperate at worst, and the moon would simply kill you if the environmental controls weren't absolute. 

 

So somewhere nearby, perhaps? Privately owned shuttles could retrieve supplies from the ports, and take them nearby. The regulations on those were lighter. Filtering to places within a few days of Terran sublight transit reduced Viola's list significantly. Even fewer would have the temperature range to chill without killing. Out of them, one stuck out. 

 

Proxima Cen F. A small planetoid near the fringe of the system’s habitable zone, just a days' time from the moon port. It came just close enough to the binary star to be at the extreme end of the survivable temperature range, and the surface was hidden by constant massive snow storms. It was the perfect place to hide a facility. More than that however, it was recorded as private property. The owner was unlisted.

 

Viola's thorns scraped against each other, a mix of creaking wood and guttural clicks. The Hunt was near completion.

 

Fae immediately set about requisitioning a personal ship. Alpha Centauri was a full week away, but fae would not have another bring in faer quarry. Camila had Princess, but Viola would get the Company, and whatever fae could glean from its ashes. Perhaps fae could even find a neck worthy of faer collar after all. 

 

The ship was approved in short order, and Viola quickly set about packing up. Fae briefly considered telling Camila before deciding against it. It would be best to not get her hopes up before it was in faer grasp. Viola was confident, but even an Affini of faer bloom count could make an error. 

 

With Viola's equipment tucked away, a quick message to a friend to watch faer hab was all fae needed to set off immediately. 

 

-_-_-_-

The moans filling Elle's ears got faster and faster as the hands on her head shoved her face deeper into the cunt she was servicing. Or at least, Elle was pretty sure it was a cunt. Mistress gave her those xenodruggies that kept her from seeing again, and she was just a silly little pet ! It was super simi- simu- uh, it was a lot like the flowers Mistress had her practicing on though, and Mistress said those were shaped like pussies! Focusing on the clit on and off worked all the same.

 

The moans turned to orgasmic screams that made Elle shiver- being used was the purpose of a slut, and making others cum felt even better than her mouth being used. The clamping walls around her sensitive tongue made her clitty strain against the cage as she bucked into her restr- res- the ropes making sure she didn't squirm too much while being used like the good mouth slut she was! 

 

Then the worst part happened; the sophont using her stopped! Elle whined as her mouth was left empty, her tongue desperately searching for more . The wet stuff dripping down her face was all it found. 

 

“ Stars , she's good at that,” the stranger panted. 

 

Elle's tongue was pinned down by the most wonderful, amazing, spectac- spekta- bestest thing of all- Mistress' thumb! It was a good thing Mistress gave her the xenodruggies that kept her from cumming too, or else she would have made a mess. She greedily suckled on the digit, and her Mistress’ voice reverba- rivuh- uh, it was all tingly as it passed through her as she spoke. “She's made such good progress, you wouldn't even believe that she's still acclimating to xenodrugs. Isn't she just precious?” 

 

Elle moaned happily at the praise, not that anyone cared what she thought. “Absolutely,” another Affini replied, and vines brushed through Elle’s hair. “The work you've done is outstanding, especially for such a short time frame. Tell me, how did you initiate the neural decay without affecting the-” 

 

Elle stopped paying attention to words after that. People talk was so boooring! All they ever did was talk about stuff like ‘brain wave pattern resequencing’ and ‘behavioral response training’ and junk! At least her mouth was being used this time, and Mistress’ voice was pretty no matter what she was saying. Mistress was so tasty, and the way she played with her tongue was the best! Especially when she pinned it to the floor of her mouth. That felt even better than the cage teasing her clitty, or the clamps on her nipples! 

 

Still, Elle couldn't help but wish one of the sophonts passing by would use her. The only thing better than Mistress' fingers was another sophont using her to cum. She couldn’t see, but she could hear the crowds nearby. Mistress had taken her somewhere, but Elle had been blind all morning. There was the floaty part, and then some cuddling, and then she was tied down. Which brought her here! 

 

The talking ended not too long after, but Mistress kept playing with her! “You did well, pet.” Elle made eager noises the best she could. “You'll get a break in a few hours, but for now, enjoy.” 

 

Mistress removed her thumb, and Elle whined- how could she enjoy anything with her mouth empty?! She was doing good, so why did Mistress stop? Elle begged the best she could, wordlessly of course. Silly pets weren't supposed to talk unless asked to! Nothing happened for a while, as she just struggled against her bonds. Mistress always loved it when she struggled, so maybe if she did enough? 

 

Elle sighed with satis- sata- uhm, it made her feel all happy as a cock pushed past her lips! She was being again! Rough hands gripped her head, and it was shoved down her throat to the hilt. Elle wished it was a bit bigger, but it was enough to fill her mouth all the same. 

 

Whoever it was grunted in pleasure as they began to fuck Elle’s mouth. What the cock lacked in length it made up for in energy, pounding her hard enough that the groin slapping against her face kinda hurt, and she wasn't getting much space to breath. It was good thing Mistress trained her for this exact situation! A few long nights of roughly fucking her throat with a dildo helped loads! 

 

“Wow, she can really take it, huh,” a voice commented, not the one that was using her though. That was still groaning. Elle would have smiled, if she could. Being used was better anyways. 

 

“Yes, I'm quite proud of my little elle.” Something about the way Mistress said her name felt so right . She moaned into the cock, elici-elec- making them also moan, letting out a single swear under their breath! “You know, she'll be happy to see you next.” 

 

“Uhhh-” 

 

The cock in Elle's mouth gave a few final strokes, before thrusting deep again. It shot its load down her throat, and she shuddered as a near-orgasm rocked through her. The wonderful cock stayed hilted in her throat as it convul- convol- con- continued to twitch. It pulled out only when it was limp, quickly replaced by a thumb. “Damn, that's a good hole.” She heard a hocking noise, and the spit hit her tongue a moment later. “Not bad, slut.” 

 

Slut . Elle felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. Slut . She was a slut and she let a stranger spit in her mouth because that's what they wanted. She was a slut , and her purpose was to be used . Stars , she couldn't be used again fast enough. 

 

“Yeah, alright.” Elle's nose was pressed into... something? At first she thought it was another cunt, and she started licking eagerly, but then something slithered out into her mouth! It was like the best of both! They didn't use her like the last sophont did though, letting their thingy sit in her mouth. Elle stopped, confused. “Keep going, slut.” 

 

Elle was more than happy to take advantage of the small area of freedom the ropes provided to bob on the whatever it was, using her tongue as much as possible. It didn't feel or taste like a cock, but she was determined to get it off all the same. Normally she wasn't allowed to move on her own, but if she was asked that was different! Mistress' purr of approval let her know she was doing good.

 

The stranger was definitely covered in light fur, and the thingy was much bigger than the cock before it. As the fur tickled Elle's nose, the tip tickled deep in her throat. She lost track of time as she brought the stranger to climax after climax. It made a wet plop when it was finally removed. “Ooohhh, good shit.” She felt Mistress shuffle behind her. “That's a nice slut there, ma'am.”

 

Slut . The word sent Elle's silly mind reeling again, and the cage twisted so delightfully at the same moment. She didn't even realize her mouth was empty until something else filled it- a few vines, examining her mouth almost medically at first, before playfully poking into her throat. They went deep , even deeper than the gag she wore on her way down here! The Affini- it had to be an Affini- started taking to Mistress in that flowery sing-song, continuing to prod. 

 

Silly pets couldn't understand Owner-talk of course, but Elle enjoyed the attention all the same. It felt so wonderful to be treated like the silly pet she was, and the vines were able to reach spots only Mistress ever did! The petting that came with it was nice too. It didn't last forever, though. 

 

The Affini eventually moved on, and the day progr- pogre- and the day continued. Elle was used by all sorts of sophonts! Some had her eat them out, or fucked her mouth, or just played with tongue a little! There were even things put in her mouth she didn't even recognize, which was super hot! She had a feeling Mistress would be expanding her training after this. 

 

They all reminded her what slut she was. 

 

Mistress talked with a bunch of them. Some in people-talk, and others in owner-talk. Most of it was boring, answering questions and using big words. Some of it was telling the sophonts using her what a good pet she was though! Some of it was Mistress whispering words into her ear. Those were the best ones. 

 

Elle could feel the pool of fluids she was kneeling in, the last slut was still ringing in her silly head when she smelt the next sophont approach. A large paw-like hand cupped her jaw, a thumb lay over her lips- keeping her mouth open but refusing to enter. The smell was even more over- ova- even stronger up close, and Elle quickly began to feel amazingly dizzy. “Well, looks like she's had some fun. Do you think she's ready for a real challenge?” The voice was husky, but distinctly feminine. 

 

Elle whined needily. The stranger wasn't talking to her, of course, but it was important to show she was ready to be used! 

 

“Oh, I don't know.” Mistress replied. The next words were purred directly into Elle's ear. “What do you think, elle? Would you like something a little more... advanced ?” 

 

Mistress said her name in that funny way again- she had been doing it the whole time. Like Elle was lesser. Like she was just an object to be used. And elle was. Talking almost hurt, but she choked out her answer anyway. “Yes, Mistress!” 

 

“Good answer,” the husky voice replied. Something large flopped against elle’s face, and the smell became all-encom- compa- really really big. She probably would have gagged if she still could, instead the thought of having to suck something so rank only turned her on. “Well? What're you waiting for, slut?” 

 

Slut. elle felt her insig- unsig- her worthless clitty start to twitch as she immedi- imeda- super quickly licked up the shaft. It tasted like week-old sweat, and the stench was so dizzying it had her glad the ropes were keeping her in place. It was definitely a cock of some kind, but far thicker than any she had taken yet. Much longer, too. She reached the limit her bonds allowed, and still was just out of reach of the tip. She strained and pulled but could not reach. 

 

The stranger scoffed and pulled back- just enough that the tip slipped in. elle felt much better now that her mouth had something in it. Now she just had to get rest of it in. The powerful musk filled her senses as she started to bob on the cock, taking more and more in as she went. All that elle knew was the all consuming stench, the foul taste, the soft approving grunts of the stranger, and the pride of her Owner filling her to the brim. 

 

The girth of the stranger’s cock made it difficult, but elle was determined to prove she was a good slut. Even with her tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth, she did her best to put it to use. 

 

It wasn't enough, or maybe the stranger just changed their mind? Whatever. elle didn't need to know the specifics, just that large paws grabbed her head, and the stranger took control of the pace. Her jaw was pushed near its limit as she was shoved down onto massive cock, and then off it, and back on. The stranger using her like a simple sex toy earned another moan. Something they really seemed to enjoy, pushing her to do it more. 

 

There was an issue though- even with the stranger’s help, elle couldn't get the full thing in! The base of the cock swelled into a bulb, twice as wide as the already thick cock. Everytime her nose bumped against it the scent would fill her silly head and drive her crazy. She had to have it!

 

Mistress sensed elle's desire, vines wrapping around her, holding the paws in place. “Would you like a little help, petal?” 

 

elle cried out her reply into the delicious member. 

 

“You wanna take my knot, slut?” The stranger spat, a claw digging so sweetly into her cheek. 

 

elle poured out everything she had into whimpering approval.

 

“Then take it,” Mistress whispered into her ear. elle felt her jaw pop as Mistress pushed her onto the knot, the pain only ele- ela- it made the pleasure even betterer! Stars and colors filled her sightless vision. Her mouth was so full so thoroughly used ! 

 

The stranger grunted, and elle felt their cock spasm for what seemed like forever, flooding her with cum and musk. elle couldn't be happier to receive them. 

 

It was another really long time before the cock was removed, leaving elle to collapse into the ropes. The stranger said some things she didn't really hear, she was super duper tired after all that, but they sounded really nice! Something about how they didn't think she could actually do that. Mistress praised her too, elle could tell by her tone alone. 

 

The ropes came off a moment later, and elle was lifted into her Owner's vines. elle was taken somewhere quiet too, and her vision returned to Mistress' beautiful face, beaming with pride. Her soothing strokes felt so lovely as she helped her drink water and cleaned her off. Even with her mouth empty, it was all so perfect.

-_-_-_-

An old man sat on his porch in the warm afternoon, scratching the scruff of his graying beard as he watched the sun set over Terra. The light glimmered across the waters of the ocean like distant flames. He sipped at his whiskey, savoring how it burned down his throat. 

 

His mind turned once more to that ancient blaze, and he smiled.