Chapter 18: Chapter 4 – Don’t give up on me

Chapter 4 – Don't give up on me

 

*** Present Day, in the staff room of the Draconic Alliance assault craft ***

 

Plasia and Diego were both sat around a small metal table in the staff room, a single dim blue light lit the room and was currently casting a long shadow behind Plasia due to its angle but her precious sapphire eyes were locked on the male, staring at him with nothing but love and adoration.

 

“I know I can be difficult sometimes, Diego. I know that. But as long as I'm away from Leech, I should be absolutely fine. I only lose control around her.” Plasia seemed confident, reaching out towards Diego's hands across the table, the male softly stroked her skin as she did so.

 

“You absolutely sure, Plas? This is the last time I'll ask though, we're building this all on trust, right?” The male looked into her eyes with both concern and kindness.

 

“Completely. As long as you don't give up on me, I'll never give up on you! This'll be fun, it'll be nice to stretch all of our legs together... besides, you're going to look like such a player with two huge Czarites at your side!” A sweet smile spread over her perfect face, her confidence was building with every day they spent together.

 

“Pfft! I can't say my public image aboard this random ass space station is top priority for me. You ain't wrong though! As long as I get to be in the middle!”

 

“You'll always be in the middle, sweety boy.” Seeth appeared behind him, her seductive voice sending a shiver down both his and Plasia's back, she ran her hands over his neck and ruffled his hair lovingly, taking a little time to appreciate the silky soft nature of his mane. “We're only a few minutes away from landing, Oxyi says the station's security officer wants everyone who wants to go aboard the ship at the dock for a safety brief or something so we should go suit up!”

 

The trio left together to get dressed as appropriately as they could, appearing along aside Oxyi and Geralt who also intended to board the station for a few hours with Tivy and Trent happy to stay behind on the ship just to keep tabs on things. Soon enough the ship docked and the airlock hissed open, allowing the group to walk aboard the station, coming into a modest sized security room, where three guards were waiting. Two in full riot uniform and a third who was a little more dressed down but still protected with heavy flak gear, the third security guard was a vibrant white female rat with soft rose eyes, she was attractive enough but was currently staring at the suspiciously large Czarites who were far taller than any she'd seen before.

 

“Welcome aboard Barru X station, I'm security officer Venner. Appreciate your warnings about the freighter, with whom was I speaking to?” The rat addressed the party quite confidently and didn't seem too worried, despite her eyes darting between Seeth and Plasia.

 

Oxyi stepped forward and held her hand out to shake, which Venner accepted with a brief smile.

 

“That was me, names Oxyi. We won't be here long, just getting some supplies and then we'll be on our way.”

 

“No problem but I do have to insist upon a safety precaution with your... uh.... Czarites. You said they had some sort of infection?”

 

“Well yeah but they can't pass it onto you unless you bang 'em. And trust me, they're too busy banging him to want anything to do with you.” Oxyi stated the situation pretty casually, gesturing over her shoulder towards the threesome, Diego wasn't exactly a small guy but he was completely dwarfed by the two alien's standing at his sides, with their thighs and hips being larger than his entire torso.

 

“Be that as it may, I insist on having the Czarites in hazmat gear whilst they are on the station, I've taken the liberty of preparing some gear in those two security rooms over there. Can I ask for their names?”

 

“Purple one is Seeth, blue one is Plasia.” Oxyi's eyes narrowed as she stared at Venner, noting that since she'd said their names, the rat kept glancing at Plasia in an unusual fashion.

 

Something's wrong. Why does she keep staring at Plasia like that?

 

“Alright, Seeth if you could go to the one on the left, Plasia the one on the right. Its nothing to invasive or crazy, just some basic gear to ensure the safety of the people on board.” As she spoke, Venner felt Oxyi glaring at her. “I-its nothing to be worried about, honestly. Look, your message about the freighter spooked people and the top brass have just asked me to play it safe. I've picked out strider sized stuff for them too so it should all fit properly.”

 

Oxyi went to respond but felt Seeth's hand on her shoulder.

 

“Its alright Oxyi, me and Plasia can handle ourselves. Venner was it? You wanted me to go to the right hand one?”

 

“The left! If you would. Plasia on the right, please.”

 

“Of course.” Seeth and Plasia strode across the metal plating of the ship, heading to their separate security doors, Venner seemed a little tense but the other guards took no notice and seemed rather relaxed, not even bothering to stay on guard.

 

“Will there be anything else, Venner?” Oxyi asked, eyes like daggers pointed at Venner.

 

“Nothing. Your friends will come out in the lobby area, providing you're not contaminated, I'm happy for the rest of you to move around as you please. You can find me on the 5th floor if you have any issues. Enjoy your stay on Barru X!” Venner made sure that Seeth and Plasia stepped through their respective doors before taking her guards and quickly departing, leaving Diego, Oxyi and Geralt standing in the security room together.

 

“I'm getting suspicious vibes off you Oxyi, what's going on?” Diego lowered his voice to ensure the guards wouldn't hear him but it appeared they'd cleared off already.

 

“I did not like the way she was eye fucking your girls, Diego. The way she was looking at Plasia, reminds me of sly little fuckers trying to pull a fast one on you, like they're eyeing up your stuff before stealing it.”

 

“Any ideas what she might be up to...?”

 

“They ain't gonna try and mug 'em, I can say that much, you'd have to be a total slop brain to try and mug an 8ft tall Czarite, the way Seeth walks with those tits of hers, even an idiot knows she's got some serious strength. I don't even think her guards were in on it either, but lets be careful. I also noticed she got strider sized PPE gear for the girls.”

 

“And what does that mean? Seems thoughtful to me.” Geralt queried, stretching his arms out idly.

 

“I didn't tell her shit about Seeth's size prior to landing. How did she know to get the right sized gear for them before we arrived...?”

*** Three days prior, in the hanger of the lost freighter ***

 

The freighter was once again alive with activity, bodies being dragged away, cargo being counted, the horde was winding down from their attack and busy repairing the damage done. From outside the ship, a tired and still annoyed Moltezz marched up the metal ramp, fire following her every step but the temperature around her was waning rapidly. Atop the ramp, Leech was waiting for her, looking rather pleased with herself and dragging three uncorrupted Czarites in chains, all of whom were glancing around nervously and quivering in fear.

 

“Finally! We get some luck. How damaged is this ship?” Moltezz huffed, seeing the prisoners behind Leech's toxic form.

 

“Barely, its all surface damage. I've got the fresh Node's we've acquired working to repair everything. Turns out a lot of the tech team were adaptable and took to the corruption well, we've got a sizeable squad of techie Node's who are putting the 15,000 odd slaves we also got to use. All goes to plan, we can get this ship in the air tomorrow. Think we'll return here...?” Leech remembered the earth shaking explosion that Moltezz erupted from not too long ago.

 

“About that. During my battle with my prince, I may have caused some severe structural damage to the dungeon. I think your lab is intact but we won't be using it as a base any further.”

 

“Hold up- your prince...? You mean the fat butt lizard?” Leech raised an eyebrow.

 

“His posterior is rather thick... but yes. I do mean Diego.” Moltezz drummed her fingers against her palm as she spoke.

 

“How did he beat you by the way? I thought he was finished when he ran into you.”

 

“I... he...” Moltezz's face flushed more red than usual and she broke eye contact sharply. “I fell victim to my urges. You know how it is.”

 

“Moltezz... did he get the better of you? I bet he used that thiccy posterior of his too.”

 

“He feigned surrender and caught me off guard. I was initially furious but I can appreciate the play he made and have decided not to take it personally.”

 

Before the conversation could continue, the sound of loud thudding footsteps rang out and “Lamp” arrived behind Leech, plastered with both blood and dripping black goo, coming to a stop next to Leech and looking out over the landing pad.

 

“Who is this, Leech?” Moltezz tilted her head, taking in “Lamp”'s features.

 

“Why don't you introduce yourself, La-”

 

“Ink. I want you to call me Ink , from now on.” She nodded towards Moltezz and the two weighed each-other up from their respective places.

 

“Ink... I like it. Ink, this is Moltezz, she's the one who dealt with those bloody Quill-Belly's and numerous other things. She's on our side so play nice.”

 

“Of course. Anything for you, Leech.”

 

Moltezz looked at Leech, back to Ink and then at Leech again, comparing the two.

 

“Leech, do you think we pass on any sort of additional gifts depending on who does the corrupting? Like a hereditary corruption or something similar?”

 

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“Maybe. Why don't you fuck these three and see if they turn out like you?” Leech pulled on the chains of the three captives and passed it to Moltezz, who eagerly grabbed it from her, the chain warming fiercely at her touch, catching Ink's eye. “We could do with more moody, hot snobs to throw around.”

 

“I will gladly test that for you. Hopefully your offspring won't be as mouthy as you.” Moltezz took note of Ink's massive teeth behind her black glossy lips. “Maybe not. We shall discover together, no doubt.”

 

“So... what's the plan?” Ink asked, noticing the squadrons of Slave's hauling cargo back onto the ship in perfect unison.

 

“The freighter had some smaller strike-craft in the hanger, we're going to use those to hit the nearby stations and outposts whilst we pursue my prince. Both for him and to retrieve Seeth and Plasia.” Moltezz spoke with confidence but her tongue was flicking with a hint of venom as she spoke.

 

“Going straight after the prize huh? You that sour about losing to him?” Leech tilted her head, watching Moltezz with an ever widening grin.

 

“Not losing to him- but losing him. I will have what belongs to me, Leech. Beyond that, his potential to our cause is tremendous, I can feel it. He will bring us nothing but good fortune and victories.”

 

“And massive cum loads. I owe that prick a hate fuck or ten.” Leech was downplaying it but she had a mixture of emotions about the lizard.

 

“When he is returned to us, we can both take turns breaking him in but he will be mine in the end, you understand?”

 

“Yes Moltezz. I know, he's your precious boy. I just want to see him gag on me a few times, OK? Fucker stole my best friend and my assistant.”

 

“For his crimes, I can arrange some time between you, certainly. But we need to arrange his capture first. I want this ship operational tonight, we waste no more time here. Pack up your lab and come back to the ship immediately.”

 

“T-tonight?! Fuck me, Moltezz. You're gonna corrupt these three, get the horde packed up and the ship in the air in the next 10 hours? Bit ambitious don't you think? Shouldn't you be resting after you melted half the town and bunker?”

 

“Yes, I can rest on the ship, every minute this ship isn't in the air, we're losing him, Leech. We need to get moving immediately. What say you, Ink? I can feel that Leech has given you some authority, presumably as a replacement for Seeth.”

 

“I am deeply curious about this male you seem so interested in but I have a target of my own I'd like to pay a visit to. My old boss who saw fit to withhold money that I rightfully earned, I would very much like to give him a taste of the new me.” Ink licked her lips as she spoke, her tentacles hanging in the air like spines ready to strike.

 

“We'll give you a strike-craft and you can depart as soon as the ship leaves the planet.” Moltezz nodded. “I like ambition. Makes a change from Seeth moping around the dungeon. I have things I need to attend to so I'll leave you both but do not be late for the departure. We have an empire to build and a man to break.” With the words uttered, Moltezz dragged the three captives with her into the hanger and left Leech and Ink together.

 

“Ugh, its so annoying she wants to leave today.” Leech mused, glancing over at Ink's body.

 

“How so? The sooner we leave, the sooner you get to “hate fuck” this man you're both after.”

 

“Because I wanted a few hours with you.”

 

Ink recoiled slightly in surprise, her tentacles subtly shielding her body from Leech's gaze.

 

“M-me?” An intense blush overtook her as Leech's words sunk in.

 

“Mhmm. I don't know if you've noticed but you're gorgeous. I usually wouldn't ask but if you're willing, I'd love to have some mutual fun together and we can see what you're capable of. I bet you've got a monster down there like me. Buuuuuut it looks like that'll have to wait for now, at least until we're in the air.”

 

“Then lets get this ship up in the air and find out together.” Ink's grin returned to her and she turned around to march back into the ship, her tentacles slipping around Leech's back and guiding her into the ship, which she followed with a skip in her step, both excited for the ship to be in the air for many, many reasons.

 

*** Present Day, within the Barru X space station ***

 

Plasia stepped through the security door which led her into a short, plain corridor with another door at the end of it, there was nothing unusual about the corridor but as she stepped forward, she felt her heart thump in her chest, something was urging her not to proceed into the following room.

 

Come on... You're away from him for two minutes and you're already having an anxiety episode? I can beat this... I can do this, its just putting on some clothes...

 

She stepped towards the door again and felt her breath drop from her lungs, clutching at her chest as fear and pain filled her, heart slamming against her ribs like it was trying to escape, bracing herself against the wall, sucking in air slowly and exhaling as calmly as possible, letting the anxiety wash over her.

 

That's it, just breathe it through, you've done this a million times.

 

Slowly, she regained control of her emotions, the pain in her chest fading and warm station air filled the void in her chest again, although her heart was still racing, she was able to breathe properly once more. She took a few more seconds to steady herself and then stood up straight, walking to the door on the opposite end of the corridor.

 

As she reached it, another wave of anxiety shot through her, making her hands tremble uncomfortably, sharp dagger-like pains shot through-out her chest, making her blood run cold., the air felt like sand-paper carving up her throat with every breath she took.

 

I-i can't still be this pathetic, can I? Even though I'm over 8ft tall, I'm still so small on the inside... I still can't handle the most simple of tasks alone... N-no. I will beat this. I won't let this control me!

 

Plasia steadied herself once more, air in slowly and blowing it back out through pursed, pained lips. The door slid open when she approached a little closer and revealed another smallish room, with a rack of gear against the wall, a mirrored wall and another door that presumably went out onto the station floor. There was no one waiting to attack her or anything unusual about this area at all. Still, her anxiety would not calm.

 

Pressing on, she approached the rack, seeing a full set of black latex protective gear, including a large gas mask. She didn't blame them, her and Seeth were dangerous.

 

The overall was squeaky clean and she began to pull herself into it one limb at a time, despite it being sized appropriately her height, it wasn't built for a bust like hers or Seeth's and it wouldn't zip up all the way, but it was better than nothing. Her mind went back to the anxiety attack she just had, she felt so silly. This was harmless and it put people at ease.

 

She huffed loudly, annoyed with herself and looked at the gas mask, would this be her life from now on? Would it be so bad if it was only in public places?

 

As she reached out to the gas mask, a final wave of anxiety hit her, stronger than before, bringing her hand to a shuddering stop.

 

“No! I won't let this stupid, unfounded anxiety beat me! Enough is enough!” Her thoughts were spoken out loud to project them more definitively. She lurched forward and seized the mask with a single hand, pulling it from the rack.

 

As she did so, she saw something fall from its insides, a small glass vial containing green liquid and what looked like a note of some sort, it fell too fast for her to catch as it had been loosely taped to the inside of the mask and instantly shattered upon hitting the ground.

 

The smell hit her instantly, it was too late.

 

Leech.

 

Eyes closed, her tongue flopped loosely from her mouth and she collapsed to her knees. Anxiety gone. This creature had no anxiety. When she opened her eyes again, her glassy orb-like iris's were replaced with the hunter-like slits of her other half.

 

She went to the floor, licking up the green fluid with her tongue and swallowing as much as she could, picking the shattered glass up and licking it clean expertly. The note caught her eye and she plucked it out, unravelling it and glancing through it quickly, before reading it a second and third time more carefully as it caught her attention.

 

The hunger was building within her, she could detect so many easy pickings, the choice was almost overwhelming.

 

“The note! The note knows! Play along! Be the good girl. THEY-WON'T-KNOW-THEY-WON'T-KNOW-THEY-WON'T-KNOW!”

 

She pressed the note into her cleavage and scrabbled for the gas mask, retracting her tongue and pulling it tight over her face, securing it by the straps. Once on, she shook her head around to ensure it stayed put and checked herself out in the mirror. She played the plan through in her head, and spent a couple of minutes refining her body language and posture to more closely mimic her other half, going from a ravenous hunter to a shy bookworm.

 

Cackling madly to herself as it came together, she muttered the words with a gutteral growl through the muffled seal of the gas mask clasped over the face-

 

“IT WILL BE PERFECT.”

 

Wiping what goo was dripped on her away and leaving the room through the final door, she arrived into the main mall area where everyone was waiting for her, all unaware of what had just transpired.

 

“Hey Plas! What took you so long? We were worried something happened!”

 

“O-oh n-nothing. Just had to c-change.”

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