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• Artpack Released! Patreon backers can collect it on.
• New type of ship weaponry: Turrets. Turrets deal roughly twice as much damage as their standard brothers but require a crew member to fire. Note not every crew member is capable of crewing a turret. Yammi and Celise, for example, aren’t much for shooting. Others might surprise you, like Mitzi… You can buy your own turrets from the Dockmaster on Tarkus.
• New Busts (Adjatha): “The Servant”, Lurelings & Marions, Una, and Zheng Shi’s Mining Robots.
• New Busts (Shou): Forgehound, Vark, Ushamee in Canadia, and the War Alpha from the battle for Korg’ii Hold.
• New scene: blowing dick-having Shekka, by
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• Various fixes and tweaks, courtesy of Jacques00.

• The raskvel dockmaster can now be flirted with and taken to bed. Note for those packing phalli: if you see her 5-10 days after knocking her up, you can collect her panties (after she tells you how nice the eggs you gave her felt). Written by.
• You can now rename your ship at Vahn for 300 credits.
• The [pc.ship] parser should now output the correct ship name (and italicize it).
• The “getCombatName()” function should now italicize all ship names as well.
• A failsafe check has been added to the game’s main function to properly tag ships as belonging to the PC. Some ships weren’t being initialized properly and wound up producing bugs where tamwolf and other drones would help out in space combat… somehow.
• Various fixes and tweaks courtesy of Jacques00.

• New NPC on Tarkus: Raskvel Dockmaster, written by SKoW. She doesn’t have any sex scenes (yet).
• New vessel available for purchase from the dockmaster: Moondast Gruss.
• New ship upgrades for purchase from the dockmaster: Capacitor Bank (full energy recharge), Missile Bay (quad-shot kinetic/thermal damage), and Coil Cannon (top-end damage and energy cost, but kinetic damage).
• New Cheat Code: “clowncar”. Allows you to fly when over the crew limit.
• New Busts: Raskvel Dockmaster, Moondast Gruss.
• Various tweaks and adjustments to ship shop code to support multiple vendors.

• It is now possible to find Shekka’s old extrameet profile and confront her about it. Written by Gardeford, coded by DrunkZombie.
• Dr. Badger’s lab’s silicone equipment got an expansion courtesy of Natetheman223 and Kirorororo.
  • The Doll Maker can now be fixed up (once) with a similar miniquest to
    Nym-Foe.
  • Play with individual Doll Maker arms or Fight it if non-Bimbo.
  • Strange Ball (brainwashing ball) can be used from the Badger’s lab.
    Basically resets intelligence and some proportions.
  • Buy a silicone tank from Badger for the ship. Costs a lotta credits or
    decide to carry silicone for a week.
  • Combination of “Black Latex” and “Implant-tastic” perks will create
    the “True Doll” perk.
  • “True Doll” perk speeds up tightening of stretched orifices but can
    completely ignore stretching if elasticity is high enough.
  • “True Doll” increases sexiness by 5 and mentions the body being
    “plastic” in the appearance screen.
• Fadil can now be encountered in the newly added back of Anon’s Bar and Grill. Written byand coded by Lighterflud.
• Kaede now has an extrameet profile and dating scene.
• Mirrin’s pregnancy expansion (by SoAndSo) is now live (coded by Lighterflud).
• Tessa got an expansion pack where you can attend a wedding with her, written by Fr0sty and coded by Lighterflud.
• Shop vendors should now have their name and bust persist inside their shop menus.

• Be aware that many ships and items may have their stats buffed/nerfed in the days to come as we get more time spent actually playing with it.
• The first time you fly to Tarkus, you’ll stumble into a low ranking Corona Lord in orbit that you’ll need to defeat in an epic space battle! (Really it’s a simple space battle that exists to introduce the system.)
  • After encountering the Corona Lord ship battle, it can randomly occur while traveling to rush worlds.
• You can no longer fly if you have more crewmembers than your ship can carry or more stored items than your storage can hold. (Celise does not count toward this limit since she does not require much space.)
• Vahn has a whole suite of new functions: Selling ships, storing ships, upgrading ships, and repairing damage to your ship’s armor over time whenever it is parked in Tavros.
• Shekka now repairs ship armor over time, though at a slower rate than Vahn.
• New Ship Items: Machine Gun, Laser Cannon, EM Cannon, Thermal Projector, Shield Disruptor, Shield Booster, Repair Module.
• New Ships: Casstech Z7 (enemy only), Spearhead SS, Ova’LEK, Colt XLR.
• Many more followers can be removed from the ship now that crew count matters.
• Please don’t fret if you can’t carry as much crew as you’d like this patch. More, higher level ships will appear on Tarkus and Uveto soonish.

• Xotchi has a series of new scenes and a potential game-over to opt-into on Uveto station, focused around painplay. Written by Frogapus.
• Bizzy has a more befitting means of leaving the porn studio at higher stages, along with some tweaks to her payouts.
• Jacques has deployed his usual arrangement of fixes all over the place.

• Bizzy the Kitty Camgirl has been added. You’ll get a message from her as long as you’ve unlocked Zeng Shi and have deep pockets. Written by Nonesuch.
• DrunkZombie has built us a cool modular storage system that is available in a couple of different places for you to stash various types of gear in. This touched some save code, and I’ve given it a good eyeballing and a test but you should absolutely consider keeping backup saves for the short term in case we’ve missed something!
• Jacques has delivered his usual assortment of typo fixes and tweaks all over the place.

• You can now fuck Cherry in her room… assuming you’ve found a way to deal with her paralytic skin. …or not.
• You can now feed Cherry bubbles from your Bubble Buddy (a TamaniCorp (TM) product!)
• You can now “Blow Bubbles” with Cherry – which means stuffing a sextoy into her throat and face-fucking that… with a decent variety of outcomes and choices depending on how voluminous your loving can be.
• Bug & Typo Fixes!
• (ImagePack Only –) Lorelei’s busts have been added to the game. Unfortunately I pushed the new patch to the blog before merging this code fork in, so she’s only visible if you grab the image pack version for right now. Never fear – she’ll be there in all future variants of all patches.
• Known Bug: The check for being able to lift Cherry is backwards for the “lift&fuck” scene. Sorry!

Trials In Tainted Space Save Editor Download

• Faux Cow has been written & coded by Skom (and they did a great job!) and presented for your inspection by yours truly. Note that it has not been extensively tested, so there may be save-crippling bugs present. Note the cheat “fauxcow” should force your next Treatment dose to make you a faux cow.
• Reptilum (by Zavos) finally got a look-over by yours truly, had the text punched up here or there, and got added to Gene’s inventory. Wanna look like a lizard? Give it a go.
• Velta (by Franks, coded by DrunkZombie) was added to the game. She’s related to Riya… and as you might expect from someone related to Riya, she is: A. human and B. quite a handful in the bedroom.
• You can now meet a big tiddy goth GF on extrameet and have crazy, fucked up sex with her. Written by Fr0sty and coded by Gedan.
• Paige got a new scene: body worship. Big thanks to for writing another titanic sex scene and lighterfluid for coding it.
• A new titfuck scene for the male SecOp in Zheng Shi exists. It also comes with the option to get some extra mass up top, if that’s your cup of tea. Written by Natetheman223 and coded by Jacques00.
• Ceria got some new scenes by
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  . Check out the doggy-style on her! (Coded by DrunkZombie.)
• Cherry (of Cherry’s Tap-Hall) can now be tipped with Bubble Buddy bubbles. She can also invite you back to her room for a bit of fun, but there’s a lot of placeholder stuff for the moment. I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting another minute more!
• Lots of fixes for typos and bugs, including Lorelei’s capacity.

• Dane now has a scene for fucking taurs of any gender. Taurs no longer play the standard vaginal fuck scene.
• Roo now has busts.
• A new character has arrived in Zheng Shi: Lorelei. This cunning rogue may take a shine to player characters who court her favor. Written by, coded by Lighterfluid.
• Breedwell has received a “Premium” expansion pack, and it can be yours for the low low price of 2000 smutbucks, our new premium curren- hahaha no. Just kidding. It’s an expansion pack by
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  , coded by DrunkZombie. I did not give it much personal testing, so apologies for any bugs that crop up.
• This isn’t actually in game, but I got to the end of March’s submissions and slammed into a 150+ page brick wall. Hopefully once I finish slogging through this (or abandon ship and move on), it’ll be fast going again.

• A new encounter with a Slyveren toying with one of Rat’s Raiders can be found in the “prefab” tiles of the foundry. The event can only occur once every 4 days and has a few options for how you’d like to interact with it. Written by William, coded by Lighterfluid. Personally, it tickles the old Fenoxo fetish buttons pretty hard!
• Lots of fixes and tweaks for Roxy.
• Nova should now slurp you clean when you get covered with juices. This one is relatively untested, so let me know if you hit a bug with it (and maybe attach a save file to your bug report so we can jump on fixing it post-haste).
• New Bust: Corona Lord Flamer (AKA: Firepup)

• New character: Roxy the Laquine (Uveto)
• New enemy: Corona Lord Flamer (Zheng Shi)
• New enemy: Lureling (Uveto)
• More Dane content (Zheng Shi)
• New Threesome: Amber and Celise
• New Scene: Amber mounting bipeds with the help of taur toys
• Not in game, but the blog has a new fiction entry by B featuring some imprisoned slyverens that is quite hot. Very hot.

• New Character: Roxy the Laquine. She can now be encountered at Uveto’s racetrack (though only at certain hours). Written by: SheepPun &. Coded by: Drunk Zombie.
• Typo fixes.

• Uveto has received a new (fairly uncommon) encounter in the form of “Lurelings” – psychic terrors from below the ice that remotely control ensorcelled ‘puppets’. Big shout out to Whimsalot for finally pushing this long side-lined project into the code!
• Dane got three new talk options! You can ask him about his harem, how he got his start, and even give him back his shock blade if you’re feeling generous.
• Dane got two new sex scenes – one for those with thirsty cunt-tails (like 6+ days of no feeding) and one for your typical vagina-packing Steele. They run over 6000 words between them with the vaginal variant packing in a good amount of support for different boob sizes, nipple variants, and even a paragraph or two for teasing those who aren’t packing any tits at all.
• New (inactive) scene: Camwhore Penny making off with Syri’s bionahole and making use of it… until Syri catches her. Thanks to Lighterfluid for helping to code it!
  • Sadly this one won’t be active until Syri is a crewmate, but I wanted it in the code so it doesn’t get lost or forgotten.
• New threesome scene for Celise and Amber, again coded by Lighterfluid.
• New scene for amber where she can use her taur toys to help her mount a biped Steele. Once more, thanks to Lighterfluid for hitting the code switches.
• Assorted fixes and tweaks courtesy of pretty much everybody. <3

• A new enemy can now appear on both levels of Zheng Shi’s forge deck: the Corona Lord flamer, or as we on the dev team refer to her as: firepup. She’s a violent sadomasochist with a bit of a fire fetish, and I personally would not recommend losing to her if you don’t care for being degraded. If you do, well… I guess you’re a bad boy/girl.
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  • Coded by lighterflud
• Various fixes and tweaks.

1. You can barely make out somebody shouting.. something off in the distance. It’s a strain to make out what, exactly, it is, but it’s clearly words.
2. Again and again, the noise comes, every time the source closer than the last.. until finally, they come into stark relief against the howling winds of the tundra.
3. “Hey.”
4. Suddenly they’re right on top of you! Inches away almost.
5. “Hey, wake the fuck up, friend.”
6. You try to respond, but you can barely manage to breathe let alone produce an intelligible noise. The bitter cold has even robbed you of the ability to flop your limbs about.. but the twitches and signs of awareness are there.
7. “That’s it, no freezing to death in the snow today, thanks. I didn’t drag myself halfway across this fucking moon to drag a fucking popsicle back to town.”
8. A crinkly thermal blanket quickly gets wrapped around your body, pain lancing through your muscles as you’re manhandled into position before you settle into the welcoming respite from the biting winds.
9. You bolt awake, still wrapped up tightly in the blanket, throbbing pain still robbing the sense of touch from your extremities.
10. “Awake then, finally.”
11. Chancing a look around, you carefully rustle the blanket away from your face. Jerynn is perched on her haunches beside you, tending to a small campfire. She’s sat between you and the entrance to a cave that she’s managed to drag you into, and even between the blanket, the fire and her mass blocking the exterior wind, the cold is still absolutely crushing.
12. “Your gear is fucking soaked, you need to get out of it before you freeze to death, friend,” she states, matter of factly.
13. You can feel it, the wetness, wrapped all around you like a straightjacket, slowly strangling the life out of you even in the minor bastion of safety you find yourself within.
14. “I don’t have spares with me, though, so you’ll only have the blanket whilst I drag you back to Irestead.” She turns to you, giving the fire a meaningful poke to flare up a flame.
15. “We can either chance it with just the blanket, or..” She stares at you, a glimmer of the hunger you’ve seen in her eyes before making a resurgence. “You can share my coat.”
16. “Good choice, friend,” she half-laughs, perhaps not expecting you to agree to the offer quite so easily.
17. “Come on, get all that soaked shit off.” She rummages around in one of the packs flanking her body, quickly extracting a curious arrangement of straps.
18. “You’ll need this on instead. Make sure you stay nice and secure.” You simply look at her, confused as to what the contraption is supposed to achieve.
19. With a huff she throws the things at you, leaving you to handle the nitty gritty yourself. Given the circumstance, your need for survival pushes you to accept that they’re a requisite for staying safe and getting out of here.
20. A few minutes of effort under the blanket is all it takes to peel all of your gear off, and a couple of kicks of your half-numb legs pushes them out of the blanket and free of your body. You’re going to need to see what you’re doing for the straps though, and you really don’t want to take your time with them given the conditions. Mentally, you build yourself up, taking a couple of deep breaths before forcefully throwing the blanket open, the cold nipping at your skin all too quickly.
21. Spinning the harness around, you rapidly try and understand just how the fuck it’s supposed to be worn. It forms two big loops, obviously intended to wrap fully around the body of the wearer. Each corner of it then has another pair of smaller loops, and a magnetic clasp to hold them together.
22. You look over at Jerynn for guidance and a few quick hand motions clarify how things are supposed to work. You drop the thing to the floor and step into the big loops, pulling the whole thing up so one of the large binds is wrapped around your hips and the other just below your cushiony, fluid-filled melons, the thicker strap connecting the two aligned with your back. You cinch the two bands tight before starting on the smaller binds; each pair has another connecting strap, similar to the one now held tight to your spine. The first goes around the upper part of a limb, the second the lower part.
23. Biceps, forearms, thighs, calves. You pull each to a comfortable tightness, leaving the whole contraption held tight to your skin. Simple really.
24. As soon as you’re done, Jerynn pushes you back on top of the blanket. She manhandles your joints and bends your elbows and knees closed. The magnetic clasps on each pair of binds come together to hold your limbs doubled over and leaving you on all fours with little means to do much of anything but wait for what comes next.
25. The drago-taur fingers a control on the cuff of her smart jacket and the zipper holding it closed sweeps down its length, opening the entire portion covering her lower body up in a matter of seconds. With more care than you thought her powerful frame capable of, she steps over and around you, her forelegs coming to rest on either side of your head and the main bulk of her body so close above you that you can feel the heat radiating from it already. Her knees bend slowly, the pleasant heat building against your back until you feel the glassy-smooth scales of her underbelly smother against your emerald skin.
26. Jerynn straights her legs out again, and this time your body follows with her. Your weight is taken by the straps entirely, the half you’re wearing magnetically coupling with what must be another part of the whole that she was already sporting under the layers of thermal insulation. A shiver rips through her frame as you settle in against her, stealing her body heat and repaying it with the chill burrowed into your flesh.
27. A part of you wonders just why she’d have this gear - and already be wearing her half of it - but not have an extra set of dry clothing to spare, but the thought seems to fall away, unimportant in the face of a solid source of dry, soothing warmth.
28. “Come on, I’m getting cold. Get your knees and elbows into the legs of my coat,” she demands, and at this point you’re only too happy to comply. The prospect of even more warmth is just too promising to pass up!
29. Properly and finally positioned, Jerynn hits the control of her smart coat again and the zip mirrors its prior motion. Thick wool closes in around your underside as the coat closes up around the both of you, working its way all the way along your body before finally wrapping the garment around your face, sealing you into darkness.
30. “Just.. a little.. THERE,” Jerynn says somewhat muffled by the layers of clothing, shifting around and hopping herself up on her rear legs. The motion causes you to settle into the coat properly to leave your head nestled safely between her forelegs and your rump tucked just in front of her hindlegs.
31. She takes a tentative step to steady herself with the additional weight of a passenger before she sets off proper, leaving you to doze off in a serenely soothing bubble of safety.
32. You’re not sure how long you were asleep for, but something bouncing against your oozy, pink cunt drags you back to the land of the living. Every step your tauric-taxi takes comes with another jounce against your unmentionables, as a distinctly masculine-tinged musk seeps into your nose to tickle at the back of your throat.
33. Jerynn’s movements have caused you to settle further back on her frame, your spine curved to follow the contour of her underbelly exactly leaving your ass angled slightly upward. Each step she takes swings you around just enough to feel the tender warmth of her cock-holster depart from the crook of your rear.. only to bounce back into it, and the heavy balls dangling below, as her rear end catches back up.
34. The radiant heat from the tip of it offers a tantalizing touch, especially when you rock back-and-forth just right for your still icy-cold button to smother it. You arch your spine, seeking out the pleasant heat on your most tender areas. With the right combination of straining your arms and twisting your back, you settle yourself into just the right spot- almost every step hitting the mark.
35. It only takes another half-dozen swings or so before you feel the sheath starting to poke into you rather than just pillowing against your body. You hadn’t considered the effect of your chilly skin on Jerynn but it’s too late. Not like you can do anything about it either, trussed up under her body like you are.
36. Her steps suddenly come to a halt, jouncing you around harder than you’ve become accustomed to. Your weight shifts backward as she bends her rear legs, positioning your slit for a near perfect seal against her scaly sheath. The now constant exchange of heat into your slightly flushed flesh mirrors a teasing cold on Jerynn’s end. A cold touch serves as impromptu foreplay as the slow encroachment of a firm, pointed tip working its way into your body solidifies the reality of your current position. A living, breathing, portable onahole.
37. A few inches sink into you, almost unbearably slowly, the steep angle of the tip quickly shrinking into a manageable thickness along the length following behind. It isn’t long before the first of many powerful humps up into you arrives, launching you up and off the hot flesh an inch or so before you settle back into place against the sheath, slightly more of the length disappearing into your pussy in the process.
38. Jerynn’s angular cock just keeps going, on and on, deeper and deeper into your core, bringing a heat deep into the center of your body. The draconic taur’s powerful heartbeat pulses through it, forcing your body to accept an increasingly large pillar of cockflesh, heating you from the inside out. There’s no telling really just how much dick is inside you, or even how much more there is to go; it’s all you can do to moan inside your warm, wooly prison, unsure even to yourself if it’s the additional heat staving off the cold that you’re enjoying so much, or the simple fact that you’re slowly, inescapably becoming a living cocksock. Your oozy cunt is now somewhat loose.
39. “Tight but deep, just how I like it,” she hisses, the sound of her voice partially muffled through the coat. Your ride grunts and raises her rear back up from the floor, once again beginning to make progress through the icy tundra. Every step bouncing you around, fucking your pussy in the process..
40. Without the ability to see outside of the coat, all you have to focus on is the seemingly never ending quantity of cock burrowing into you. It feels like it’s wormed its way all the way into your womb, allowing the taur to slowly drip hot precum deep into you. The cold still settled into your bones seems to recede on two fronts because of it; between the coat and Jerynn’s body heat, your outer body already feels so much more alive, but the expanding volume of trapped cock-milk works on you from the inside out.
41. Even with how restricted the ‘thrusts’ are, you’re gradually building up to what promises to be a pleasant orgasm thanks to her cock slowly thickening inside you. Molding you around it, forcing your body to conform to its exacting demands. Additional girth grants it extra purchase against your pussy, the mass it needs to grind into every bundle of sensitive nerves it can find. Your phallus likewise rubs into the soft interior of the coat, trapped between your body and the garment, frotting itself between the tickly touch of the wool and your emerald skin.
42. You space out again, content to simply focus on the constant, deep reaming that you’re receiving. Happy to spend a little while offering your saviour some much needed release in exchange for her safeguarding your existence. Accepting of the fact you’re slowly being turned into a mockery of a hot water bottle as the thick mast of cock delivers a constant drizzle of pre-spunk into your womb.
43. Eventually your backwards-motion becomes more restricted, the full length of Jerynn’s cock no longer capable of sliding so effortlessly into your pussy. A handful more steps reveals the reason why; a rapidly burgeoning bulb of flesh at the base of her cock, grown too large to slip back inside of you, instead lightly grinding into the clit of your cock-stuffed cunt. Each wet slap it makes against your skin leaves a larger, firmer impression than the last as it continues to grow.
44. Your world moves upright again as the taxi-taur sits back on her haunches. The angle leaves you sat precariously against the ever fattening knot. With all of your weight resting against the bulb, your flesh slowly stretches wider, gradually allowing the cock-lock to worm its way deeper into your body. Your progress is slow, evidently too slow for Jerynn, her hand coming to rest atop your head through the coat, an extra little push hastening your acceptance of her knot. It’s only a few seconds with the help of the extra force before you jerk down, your cock-crammed cunt swallowing the bulb.
45. “Yesssss, finally,” Jerynn hisses. “You’re the first passenger that’s ever been able to take the whole thing, friend. Congratulations.”
46. A swell of pride wells up in your chest and you squeeze down around her knot involuntarily. Her hips jerk upward, shifting you around, but you’re locked firmly in place now, no longer sawing back and forth on her dick. You can better feel the heat oozing out of it though, especially at the tip, where it continues to deposit a slowly enlarging bubble of pre-spunk right into your womb.
47. She stands and takes off again, the knot wedged into your hole dragging you around with the motions of her body now. It’s still getting larger, and the jerky movement tweaks your insides in just the right way to make you clamp down around it. Her stride becomes commensurately uneven as her steps feed into your clenches around her knot, your body automatically milking her shaft thanks her knot grinding into your g-spot.
48. It isn’t much longer before you feel the body pressed to your back begin to shudder, her cock perceptibly thickening as her massive, heavy balls pull tight to your legs. A far hotter jet of liquid warmth spews into you, and another.. and another. The undulations of her orgasm being delivered directly to your core swells her knot in pulses, smashing it against your most sensitive places and eking an orgasm out of you, too. Her knot grinding into your prostate firmly sets your cock off, too, thick ropes of your semi-transparent cum splattering against the coat.
49. All you can do is hang there impaled on her cock as her stride resumes, your belly slightly swollen with the weight of her cum. Her dick never manages to fully soften, staying safely wrapped up in your pussy; the feedback loop of her knot hitting all the right places has your tunnel milking her like a pro, in turn keeping her knot inflated enough to remain tied in your well-practiced cunt.
50. You lose track of how many loads Jerynn has pumped into you; for all you know, you’ve been hanging under her for weeks, slowly bloated with more and more spunk. At some point her tireless balls pumped your belly full enough for you to rub against the inside of her coat, trapping your fat cock between your skin and the soft wool.
51. A growing din builds in the background, just barely audible between the muffling of Jerynn’s coat and the snow crunching under her feet.
52. “Almost back, friend,” she announces to you.
53. The din grows louder as you approach civilization, other snowy footsteps growing louder and louder as the taur makes her way through the gates of Irestead and onto the main street.
54. Jerynn saunters around, far more casually than the trip back to Irestead. Now that you’re back, she seems content to take her time. Your world is the inky blackness of the coat, the throbbing length of cock speared into your depths and the heavy musk of many, many orgasms. An occasional voice slips through, muffled somewhat by your wooly prison. The odd rumbling of some type of vehicle moving past.
55. The chattering of idle talk seems to get louder growing into a constant din, and at some point the constant noise of gusty winds seems to have died off. Constant footsteps echo around you, obviously not caused by the taur as they fall out of sync with the tooing-and-froing of her body, and her knot still grinding your slit into submission. Something bumps into you through the coat and you suddenly feel.. exposed, a thrill running through your mind. Wherever she’s taken you, there’s a lot of people around, and you’re right in the middle of them being reamed out by a cock as big as your arm. The realization somehow manages to turn you on even more; the thrill of being fucked in public with the people around you none-the-wiser courses through you. Your pussy milks the fat knot plugging it and Jerynn almost stumbles in response. She wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this as much as you are!
56. Knocks and prods jiggle you around near constantly, the hustle and bustle around you remaining constant throughout. You have to stifle a moan as best you can as the extra touches send you into overdrive, cumming in public, dangling beneath your tauric saviour. The undulations of your tunnel wrings her cock with fresh vigor and she comes to a stop briefly, another heavy load of spunk depositing itself deep in your cunt. A groan escapes your throat despite your best efforts and it only serves to double down on your orgasm, the chance that somebody might have heard you adding an extra kick to your pleasured, writhing body.
57. She sets back off with definitive purpose, a certain sway to her swagger that you can’t help but deem intentional; you swing around more than the you did during the trip back to Irestead and it feels almost a little disorientating. No time to get used to it though, as the sounds of your surroundings change again. It almost sounds as though a fire is roaring away somewhere off in the distance, an overlay of various, chattering voices around the place holding a dozen different conversations.
58. Jerynn takes a few more steps before she sits back on on her rear legs, and what you think is her tail wraps under you and coils all over the bulge you’ve formed in her coat possessively. She sits, quietly, the background titters of people talking continue unabated, her tail lightly rubbing at you through the thick padding keeping you hidden from their eyes.
59. “Mead,” you hear from above you. Is she- are you in the Freezer? Is she sitting down for a drink?
60. You sit there, perched full of her knob, as quietly as you can. She’ll be done when she’s done, you reason, so you’ll just have to wait until she’s good and ready to move on.
61. “Been out a while, Jay, not been in for a while.” You can just about pick out the voice as it comes closer. A squeak and an ‘oof’ right next to you as the speaker becomes clearer.
62. “Yeah, just got back into town. Pretty bad out there, especially when you’ve gotta lump back somebody who got themselves caught short,” the taur replies.
63. “Found another one, eh?” the stranger just on the other side of the coat pushes.
64. “Yup, another idiot face first in the snow.”
65. “Alive, I hope?” You can hear the emotion in the other speaker’s voice, clearly very concerned.
66. Her tail squeezes against you and you do your level best to keep quiet. She only lets up when the tell-tale sound of a moan from your mouth reaches her ears, the cum-bloated skin of your belly too sensitive to hold back.
67. “Yeah, I’d say they’re doing pretty well,” Jerynn responds, a trailing chuckle for a joke shared only between the two of you. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a very hot date with a long shower.”
68. “Later, Jay, and good work!”
69. She stays sat for a couple more seconds, glugging the last of her drink loudly before making a move to stand back up and set off from the bar.
70. She continues moving with purpose, but there’s no way to tell where, really. After all, you’re just along for the ride. Voices distantly surround you, the faint hint of music playing in the background. Eventually a door slams closed behind you, cutting off the ever-present gusting wind and silencing most of the hustle and bustle of the outpost, leaving only the gentle hum of electronics.
71. A few steps later and Jerynn comes to a stop, another door closing behind. You lurch somewhat, moving vertically, the many, many loads of spunk bubbling around in your womb swilling to-and-fro in the process; an elevator would be a safe bet. A similar lurch jostles you around as the movement stops and she takes off walking again. Another pause, another door, but this time she sighs heavily as she comes to a stop, finally.
72. Light blasts your face as she lowers the zipper of her smart jacket, your eyes taking a good while to adjust to the fact you’re no longer in pitch blackness. Things are still fuzzy, but you can just about make out a mirror with your still half-dazed face in front of you as the blue-scaled tail of the taur hooks its tip through the opening made in the jacket so far, tugging it open further.
73. Your reflection comes into focus slowly as more and more of your body is revealed from under the coat; flushed red with heat and sweaty, oh so sweaty from so long tucked into the confines of the garment. Your hair is a complete mess, matted and tussled from the long journey back to Irestead.
74. With a jerk the zipper zooms past most of your body, your cum-filled belly full of cum roiling heavily below you now that the coat isn’t providing a measure of support for it. You can see it in the mirror, an obscene swell of skin weighing you down, as large, you imagine, as it would be after nine solid months of baby dragon-taur growth..
75. Jerynn is staring at you through the mirror, a satisfied, confident smirk on her face. A blush strong enough to tinge your scales is all you can respond with as she bends her knees, finally lowering you to the floor. Your elbows take some of your weight, but your gut is just too full for your knees to reach the floor. A barely audible click and the taur starts to stand back up, her knot tugging at your pussy. It doesn’t come easy and it takes her a few strong jerks before it starts to move, setting you wobbling on your self-made waterbed.
76. Rough, cold pads softly press against your skin as the taur brings one of her hind legs to bear against your back; one final tug with a little extra pressure squeezing you into the floor with her foot and her huge knot finally rushes out of your tender pussy, a gush of still hot spunk jetting out of you after it. Inch after inch of half-rigid cock follows the knot, leaving an odd hollow in its wake, more jizz oozing from your well-fucked passage.
77. After what feels like miles of dragon-dick has been removed from your interior, Jerynn rolls you over onto your back, cold tiles supporting your weight. Looking up you can clearly make out a collection of shower heads around you, and soon, they’re busy spraying glorious, soothing, steamy water all over. With your gut slowly draining and the hot water washing away all the sticky, sweaty horribleness caked over your body, Jerynn moves around you, undoing the final parts of the harness. Your knees and elbows finally free you just flop against the floor, exhausted but immensely satisfied, content to simply lie there and soak in the heat of the shower.
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79. Her tail loops the leash over the top of her cock and tugs the slack out. It pulls you off your ass and towards her throbbing, engorged dick mouth-first. The pointed tip slides past your lips with ease and you’re soon suckling on her cock eagerly. Careful yanks on the leash pull you further, only stopping when her dragon dick reaches the back of your throat. The fresh taste of hot precum graces your tongue and you set to gulping it down eagerly, lost in the task of servicing Mistress however she pleases.
80. It doesn’t take long before her balls pull up tightly to her body, having spent so long under the ministrations of your diligent mouth work already. Every slurp, every suckle has them jouncing around under their own weight.
81. “Ngh, don’t spill a droooop,” Jerynn moans aloud above you. You had no intention of it! Not that she gives you much choice in the matter; her tail strains taut, in turn tugging the leash just a little harder, and the arrow-like head of her cock slides into your throat just in time for the first pulse of spunk to hurtle its way down the dick between your lips.
82. Heat suffuses your neck as her thick load gets pumped straight down it, oozing down and gathering in your belly. Pulse after pulse fresh from the source weighing heavily in your rapidly filling ginormous belly; a fitting reward for Mistress Jerynn’s slutty little pet.
83. Your lungs burn with the need for breath as her orgasm wanes, the leash finally allowing you enough slack to pull the dragon-dick from your throat and suck down a chest full of air. The taur’s cock leaves you one final gift before slipping free of your pursed lips, a lazy glazing of fresh cum spreading over your humanoid tongue to enjoy the unique, spicy tang one last time.
84. “Good girl! Now, let’s get cleaned up so you can have a rest, I’m sure you’re tired as fuck.”
85. She fires up the shower heads and they’re soon spraying glorious, soothing, steamy water all over. You’re content to simply kneel there and allow the heat to diffuse into you, finally properly excising the cold from your bones as the sweaty horribleness caked over your body is washed away. She moves around you, undoing the harness from your arms and legs, but leaves the collar in place.
86. Jerynn, to her credit, cleans you up, slowly and methodically, scrubbing you down and helping to work feeling back into your limbs. When you finally regain some control of your still jelly-like arms, you return the favor, helping to wash all of her hard to reach places.
87. Eventually though she turns the steamy water off and directs you out of her shower.
88. She points you to her packs and you make with retrieving all of your gear, suiting back up and getting ready to return to your travels.
89. Before you leave, you make to thank her properly for saving you. You don’t even manage to utter the first syllable though, as she grabs the dangling chain of the leash and pulls you into her body, a sinuous tongue making its way past your lips in a domineering kiss.
90. “You’re welcome, pet,” she says after breaking the kiss, her confident smirk once again present. She unhooks the leash that you had all but forgotten about, but leaves the collar prominently wrapped around your neck. She bundles you out of the door already anticipating the next opportunity to bark for Jerynn.
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92. Finally clean and dry, Mistress Jerynn grabs the leash and wraps it tightly around her hand, keeping you close to her side. She leads you out of the bathroom and back into the main room of her apartment, everything in here sized appropriately for a near nine foot tall dragonic-taur. The middle of the room sports a giant, sunken pit, stuffed full of pillows and blankets. Its bottom is a giant mattress filling the entire recess as the taur steps down into it, the fabric puffing out around her foot paw as she does. You feel tiny by comparison, a sense that only grows stronger when you hop down into the pillow-stuffed pit.
93. Jerynn props her upper body up in one of the corners, easily tall enough to lean on the outside edge of it. She pats the mattress in front of her and you take that as an order, struggling to get your limbs under you on the soft surface; you make it, with something of a struggle that the taur finds hilarious, laughing to herself at your misfortune.
94. “Good girl,” she praises, and you beam in response. Even bark.
95. The leash comes unclipped from your collar and left on the high-ground, out of your reach. She leans a bit further and a dataslate returns in her grasp, a few seconds of idle taps against it and a large screen bursts into life, almost entirely filling the wall facing her. Various shows are indexed down the side, but the main view is full of galnet browsers; she’s flipping through them and pulls out one for a food delivery service here in Irestead. The others, though, really capture your attention. A few pharmaceutical companies, all of them specialising in transformatives.. some clothing outlets, mostly specialising in garments fit for the tauricly-abled.. One window really catches your eye though; a forum dedicated to pet-play fetishism. Not surprising, really.
96. What does draw your attention though are the few child windows connected to it; things Mistress is obviously keeping a close eye on. There’s one specifically about training tips. Another focuses on physical modifications and equipment. The one at the top of the list really stands out though, discussing the legalities of owning a sapient pet.
97. The screen chimes a happy little jingle, breaking you from your concentration. The window she was tapping away at now filled with a giant ‘Thank you for your order!’ message and a delivery eta. No longer focused on the food order, she spots just what it is you’re looking at and laughs to herself.
98. “What do you think? You like being a pet? You can speak normally,” she says.
99. “It’s liberating in a way. Not having to worry about anything but what you want,” you reply.
100. “What you want Mistress.”
101. “What you want, Mistress,” you correct. “All a pet has to worry about is what their owner wants them to worry about.”
102. “A strange concept, isn’t it? To have choice taken away from you somehow being the most liberating thing imaginable.”
103. “It’s.. good, Mistress. Like a bit of a holiday from my own life.”
104. “Understandable.” she muses, turning her attention back to the screen for a while. She pulls up the stack of windows you were looking at, flipping through them to find something specific. “But you’re here again on the end of my leash, so for the time being you’ll happily indulge your Mistress, right?”
105. “Always Mistress,” you answer chipperly. She scruffles your hair by way of a response and then taps at her tablet.
106. Two images of petgirls blow up to fill the screen side-by-side. The one on the left is wrapped up tightly in a shiny layer of latex, the arms and legs of the occupant obviously doubled up similar to the harness you’ve been wearing, albeit with much more material covering the rest of the body. The other has seen some extensive medical work though, their arms and legs having been replaced entirely with robotic facsimiles of canine limbs, effectively adapting their body to a life permanently spent as a quadruped.
107. “I’m interested to see your point of view on these kinds of adaptations, pet. What do you think would be most appropriate?”
108. “Fundamentally Mistress, I think it would be down to the whims of the owner and what they expect of their pet,” you answer after a moment’s consideration.
109. Jerynn hmms under her breath, thinking for a moment herself.
110. “I have to say I’ve been partial to the cybernetics option myself. The suit is much cheaper, but you’ve seen how difficult it is to get around on your own. Can’t wear them constantly either, causes problems with the limbs to stay bent like that for too long.”
111. Now that she mentions it, your hands do feel a little weird.
112. “Something to be said for the routine, though. Daily personal preparation of your pet, making sure they’re healthy whilst you slip ‘em into the suit,” she continues, obviously having spent a huge amount of time considering the two options herself.
113. She goes back to tapping away at the tablet again as she continues. “The cybernetics though, now that’s where the fun is. Limbs that actually work like the pet needs ‘em to work and none of the health issues. The part I like the most though is it’s a one way trip; can’t easily graft flesh and blood back to implants. Gotta stick to wetware for the rest of your days after that.”
114. The two windows slide back to their minimized state, replaced with only a single view this time. A grid of marketing images for a variety of transformative products, each spinning around independently and highlighting various features. Three of them are surrounded by a colorful border, probably indicating that they’ve been viewed in the past.
115. The first is skin, pretty much. The model flips through some options like pigmentation, thicknesses and such, but pretty much just plain old human skin.
116. The next is more interesting and offers far more options. Various lengths and shades of fur, and dozens of other connected options. Patterns, textures, even down to variations in the length based on body area.
117. The final one offers almost as many options again, this time for scales. Pigmentation, patterns, sub-patterns, thicknesses, roughness, even down to the shape of the scales on different parts of the body.
118. “Similar theme, pet. Interesting to see what you can make of each,” she asks.
119. It takes a while but you finally settle on an argument for a favorite.
120. “They all have benefits I think, Mistress. Only really the owner would know which would suit their pet the best, as the owner is the only person who can answer how they wish to care for their pet,” you answer, finally.
121. “Scales. Definitely scales,” she retorts quickly. “Fur’s too ticklish against mine, makes it really hard to enjoy a snuggle with your pet. Skin is pretty fragile in my experience. Yeah, it makes it real easy to figure out when your puppy tripped over their own feet and landed face first on the floor when the bruise shows up, but there’ll be nothing actually wrong beyond the bruise.”
122. You find yourself nodding in agreement.
123. “Scales though, scales are pretty tough. Take it from me. And the modders are real up on their stuff when it comes to getting exactly what you want.”
124. The model definitely seemed to agree with the sentiment; far more color options and combinations. Mixed-color designs would probably be a lot easier to get right too compared to fur.
125. She goes back to the tablet again, but before the screen can change again a chime from the apartment door interrupts. “Don’t go anywhere, pet,” she chuckles to herself, rolling to her feet and walking off to answer. The mattress is soon weighed down by her frame again, an exceedingly large bag in one hand, the bowl you’d so dutifully cleaned earlier in the other. Delicious, rich wafts of odor escape the bag and your stomach rumbles angrily, the thirst from earlier returned as hunger with just as pressing a need to sate it.
126. She digs through the contents of the bag for a minute, judging your reaction to a dozen different foodstuffs in the bag. Whichever she deems you had the strongest reaction to ends up partially scooped out into your bowl, carefully positioned where Mistress can keep an eye on you whilst she eats her fill. She eats messily with her hands, offering you bits and pieces of the other trays as she devours her way through the majority, every bit delicious, and every time you end up licking her fingers clean.
127. “So,” she starts between bites, “what do you think of a pet that can’t physically talk anymore?” She quickly sucks a few bits of sauce off a finger, just enough to poke at the tablet without covering it in food in the process. Three windows pop up on the screen, three different options.
128. The first is a company that produces high-tech communication devices. They seem to specialize in sub-vocal equipment, the kind of stuff that doesn’t actually needs you to make a noise to transmit speech, relying on a series of sensors around the neck- almost like a collar. One of the items states that it actually suppresses vocalizations entirely in the process, allowing speech to be sent without making a sound louder than an exhaled breath in the process. The only noises it wouldn’t suppress are noises it doesn’t detect as speech.
129. One seems much more extreme, another transformative company. The page is mostly full of enhancements for singers and the like, offering larger potential ranges, higher notes, that kind of thing. Some offer to allow a consumer to emulate various fantastical beasts- at a cost, though. Generally removing the ability for normal speech in the process.
130. The final window is just another thread from the petplay forum you spotted earlier, extolling the idea that it’s best not to force a prospective pet into losing their voice, and instead placing emphasis on it being the only choice they have to make on a regular basis. Knowing that they could speak, but that they don’t.. unless allowed.
131. “Only the owner can really decide, I think. The best choice would depend entirely on how much time they were willing to dedicate, and how well they understood their pet,” you answer.
132. “Mmm. I hadn’t considered it that way before, but you’re right, pet. Still though, I lean towards the collars I think. Gives both the pet and the owner a viable connection so I wouldn’t have to keep such a close eye all the time, ya know? Give the freedom to be out without having to worry what mischief your little puppy has gotten up to!”
133. Mistress taps away at the tablet again, though this time no more kinky pages are forthcoming. Instead one of the shows tucked away on the side of the screen shoots up to fill the display, the title sequence for what promises to be a trashy drama show beginning to roll.
134. She tries to hide a burp under her breath, trying at least to be somewhat lady-like in your presence. “No more talkin’, I’m tired, you’re tired, long day. Come on,” she suggests, a hand rubbing against her flank as an invitation.
135. You hadn’t noticed but your body does feel exhausted, and the belly full of food weighs you down so heavily. You’re curled up under Mistress’s underbelly before you’ve even had chance to think, her thick tail lazily curling all around you. The show makes for fantastic white noise as you half-doze off, suddenly jolting awake from time to time and only being aware of the missing time thanks to the story being completely incoherent as you skip ten or fifteen minutes at a time.
136. You toss and turn through the night with your Mistress, waking up briefly time and again as she fits in her sleep. Throughout, she keeps you close and safe, sometimes keeping you wrapped in the coils of her tail, other times smothering you in her amazonian arms.
137. Sunlight filters through the blinds of the apartment, streams of light landing across your face to tear you from your slumber. Jerynn has rolled fully onto her back, her tail keeping you perched securely atop her underbelly. Your wakefulness doesn’t go unnoticed, an extra firm squeeze of the scales coiled around you join with a heartfelt “Good morning, pet,” from the taur.
138. “How are you feeling?” she asks.
139. A wiggle of your stumpy arms and legs reminds you of the harness, and that they’re still in good working order. At least working as well as the straps will let them. Mostly though, you feel surprisingly well rested, a feeling you’re about to give voice to before the full measure of your predicament blooms once more in your mind, barking happily rather than vocalizing your comfort.
140. “Good pet, very good,” Mistress Jerynn chuckles, obviously pleased with your performance.
141. “You like this, don’t you.”
142. Bark.
143. Her tail squeezes you affectionately, the tip rubbing under your chin with care before she speaks again. “Don’t you think it’s silly to keep getting yourself lost in the Rift? Lost so that I have to traipse out there and find you? Lost so that you can have another night of this?”
144. You think on her point carefully for a moment. She’s right, to an extent; if this is what you want from her, then there is no reason to wander the frozen surface of Uveto expressly to get it.
145. Bark.
146. She leans over and grabs the tablet from the night previous. A few taps and the windows from the various stores reopen. Another quartet of taps and she has a shopping basket full of everything she said she preferred the night previous.
147. Warm wetness spreads over your ginormous, toned asscheek, soon followed by a tell-tale firm poke, Jerynn looking down at you with a knowing smirk. Well, some morning fun does sound enticing! With some difficulty you manage to heft your ass up and over the growing spire of her cock, trapping it between the scales of her underbelly and your wriggling frame in the process. The angled tip gives it the ideal shape to tunnel a perfect space for itself between your whorish, milk-filled breasts, every pump of the dragonic taur’s heart sending another surge of cock onward.
148. Her tail urges you to move up her body, a somewhat troublesome task without the proper use of your limbs or ground to seek purchase against. Instead you take to worming your way along her body, squeezing around the dragon dick stuffed under you in the process- a body-sized handjob jumps out as the most appropriate way to describe the process as every inch wriggled along its length leaves a similarly sized trail of wetness on your skin in kind.
149. The tip slides down your body as you make progress until reaching the tipping point; springing free of the body-on-body fuck-socket, the angled glans grazing through your labia. Memories of the whole thing buried in your flesh come crashing back, doubly so when her cock finally settles into place with the tip tickling your honeypot.
150. Even after a night of sleep, your fuckhole still hasn’t recovered fully from the brutal stretching at the hands of Jerynn.. making it all the easier to slide the tip of her bestial dick back into it and greedily gobbling down almost a foot of it under your own power. The back-half though, that takes some effort, having to work yourself back and forth- fucking yourself on her cock- to gather enough momentum with your restrained limbs to slip another inch past the gates of your pussy. Your pink gash is stretched painfully wide, gaped in a way that practically invites huge monster-cocks to plow you.
151. You build up into a good rhythm and slowly work yourself toward the hilt between moans, progress slowing considerably the closer you get to your target. Mistress Jerynn offers you no help on the way, leaving the job of coring your womb on her cock entirely down to you. You’re so close! Just a few more inches!
152. And then you bump into the already half-inflated knot. Again and again you push back against it, and over and over your cunny refuses to yield enough to permit it entrance. You try and try and try but just can’t find the leverage required to stuff the throbbing thing inside. You won’t be satisfied until you’ve taken the whole thing because you know Mistress won’t be satisfied until every inch of her dick is buried inside her pet.
153. Scales wrap under the harness band around your waist, the taur’s tail seeking a solid anchor to pull against. And pull it does; whenever you slam yourself back against the knot with all your might, it tugs right along with you.. but not quite enough. You slam back again, and again it taunts you with the promise of help that it doesn’t quite deliver.
154. You look up toward Jerynn and see her smirking back, a horribly demanding glint in her eyes.
155. “Want a little help there, pet?”
156. You nod enthusiastically.
157. “Then say you’ll stay as my pet puppy-girl.”
158. The enormity of the request hits you in an instant, your body falling still just as soon as understanding of the request meanders through your lust-addled brain.
159. Bark!
160. Her tail immediately throws all of its power behind a firm tug, your limbs scrabbling about against her scales in cooperation. It’s a tight fit, but with a lot of squeezing her knot finally thunders into your cunt with a lewd pop, satisfying fullness instantly blooming from your stretched-taut flesh. Job done, her tail slithers its way up your back and curves around your neck; a firm squeeze around it sending shivers down your spine.
161. You open your eyes to her dangling the tablet right in front of your face; a verbal contract-come-poem, of sorts, fills the majority of the screen. Tucked right in the corner is a blinking little recording indicator, paired with a viewfinder focused squarely on your blissed out face.
162. “Read it, pet. Aloud,” she orders.
163. You’re all too happy to comply, quickly thundering through the declaration whilst every word is recorded for posterity. Words fall from your throat almost automatically, announcing your willingness to hand over everything you have to Mistress Jerynn in a few short paragraphs; your equipment, your body and your mind forever.
164. Her cock throbs with every sentence, every inch of power that you promise her over your very existence until, with a final statement of your name, you designate her as your Mistress and your owner. She holds herself back for you to finish reciting the end of it, signaling her thorough enjoyment of your self-debasement with a thunderous blast of spunk. The weight, the heat, the throbbing of it all join together and throw you plunging over the edge into a similarly mind-bending orgasm of your own, your body working overtime to milk your Mistress’s cock of every last drop of pleasure possible.
165. The enormity of it knocks you silly, fuckdrunk out of your mind. When reality seeps back in around the edges, Mistress is busy tapping away at the tablet. Being glass you can make out the cart of tens of thousands of credits of assorted mods expanding as she piles on customizations and specifics. She works quickly, seeming to know exactly what every last toggle does, where every option she most desires is tucked away. All you can do is heave breath into your lungs and twitch around her draconic dick. Her thumb presses tight to the corner and seals your fate; an order placed and a certain video filed away.
166. Almost immediately a notification comes back, a half-snorted chuckle your owner’s only response.
167. “Well, I didn’t expect that. Come on, the sooner we get you started the sooner you’ll be the perfect little cock-socket,” she says happily.
168. Still wearing her half of the harness contraption, she fiddles with the tablet for a couple of moments before the the magnetic interlocks click on. You shift slightly as they center and then lock together, once more attached to the underside of the taur, once more full-to-bursting with her throbbing cock. Her coat is back over the two of you in short order, and all you can do is hang there. At least this time you have the pleasure of hugging her flanks with your stumpy limbs, a much more personal orientation.
169. Time becomes irrelevant in the cocoon of the woolen coat, the taur soon making her way out of the apartment and back onto the streets of Uveto. You simply lose yourself to the impromptu fucking motion, no longer caring much of the possibility that you might be discovered, simply content to fuck, to be used as little more than a living onahole.
170. Light returns to your world all too soon, already at the destination Mistress Jerynn had set off to reach; the medical station already here on Uveto! The fritzy-droid confirms that it has the capability to carry out at least a portion of the ordered work. Uncaring for your comfort and already being treated exactly as prescribed by the contract, it jabs you with a hypospray right on the shoulder as it holds idle conversation with the taur. Seconds later you’re out for the count..
171. Numb. Everything is numb. Your head feels as though it’s been filled with cotton wool, your mouth similar. It’s a real struggle to tear open your eyes, every single muscle in your body refusing to cooperate, and when you do the light entering them is physically painful. You have to squint to keep the worst of the pain away, your surroundings blurry, unfocused.
172. Gradually your red eyes adjust to the room, details filtering in. Mistress’s apartment. You’re propped up against the edge of the sofa-pit in the main room, facing the display filling a wall. You make a move to rub your face but your hand refuses to follow orders. A lazy tilt of your head to the offending limb shows it missing. Wait, missing?! You frantically wave the stubby end of your shoulder around to absolutely no avail; all you can see is the hints of embedded cybernetics; bio-organic circuitry spread across and presumably under your skin right where your arm should be. More wiggling and searching proves equally fruitless of your other arm.. or your legs. At least you have something of the upper leg left, stumps just long enough to ensure your colossal, muscly ass is completely intact and unmolested by an infusion of technology.
173. Mistress jogs her way into the room from behind, the sounds of your physical distress grabbing her attention and drawing her to you in seconds. She drops bodily into the pit beside you, an arm wrapping around your back to pull you into a smothering hug against her tits.
174. “Shh, I’m here now pet,” she whispers soothingly into your ear, “the worst of it’s over with; just a few changes whilst you were out.” She rolls so that her back is against the side of the pit, leaving you propped up across the front of her upper body whilst she slides over an already opened delivery crate.
175. “It took a week for the changes to settle, pet, but you’re ready now.”
176. A week? You’ve been out a week?!
177. “The cybernetics took a while to integrate. Best you not be aware for the worst of it,” she says idly whilst rummaging through the container. Her hands extract a box, proudly marked as containing a set of cybernetic limbs. Specifically, cybernetic puppy limbs, in a classy jet-black with yellow highlight motif. Mistress can barely contain her own excitement as she tears into the box, extracting four glossy chunks of high-tech goodness in mere moments.
178. They snap into place on the mounting points knitted to your flesh with a little fussing, locking themselves into place with a positive click. Each one connects and calibrates itself to form a near perfect seal against your skin before it starts accepting ‘input’ from you, flexing awkwardly as you start to get a feel for how to control them.
179. Strong claws under your arms remove you from the seat of Mistress’s lap, tipping you horizontal and placing you on the floor on your new limbs. A week laid up and immobile and a whole new set of sensations feeding back from your robo-limbs has you stumbling to keep your balance just to stay upright, stable as a newborn pup.
180. Your bowl finds itself slid under your nose, a delicious waft of steam emitting from the contents to strike a blow straight to your famished stomach. In the blink of an eye you’re face-first in there, wolfing down your first meal in days, a firm hand stroking along your back urging you onward.
181. The bowl soon finds itself licked clean, and no sooner have you finished do you find staying upright an increasing struggle. You let yourself fall to your side, barely struggling to keep your eyes open as a new wave of exhaustion kicks in. Mistress Jerynn scooches closer, her comforting hand still petting over your emerald skin, her other hand rattling a rather sizeable bottle of medications..
182. The next few weeks pass in much the same way, a routine building where you spend the majority of your time sleeping between meals. Every bowl finds itself peppered with another round of pills. Whatever questions you might have about them were muffled away by the presence of the collar wrapped around your neck, stealing any noise it deemed unacceptable of a pet.
183. More changes made themselves evident almost immediately, every meal, each sleep, every round of pills changing your body a little more. Your chest is the first noticeable target, mass disappearing from your milk-filled mammaries serving to make finding your balance on your new limbs easier with every passing day, leaving you with manageable handfuls by the time the reduction tapers off. The rest of your body follows suit, your body slimming away under the guise of a carefully controlled diet to leave you with an agile poise. The greatest loss though comes in the form of your seam-shredding cock, withering smaller with each passing day, until, one morning, nothing remains of it; just an unadorned patch of skin where it used to jut proudly from your groin.
184. Your skin breaks out in odd patches as the days pass, your sense of touch becoming dull on the eve of the appearance of each new off-colored spot. Gradually, a tough layer of scales begins to form, spreading out in an interlocking mesh of lustrous red.
185. By the fourth week, the changes desired by Jerynn seem to be over, but you’re left with one final oddity; a curious pressure building just on the edge of your cunt. The nature of it finally becomes clear one day, when you awake soon after a meal to the sensation of something.. blooming between your thighs. With new-found flexibility, you manage to contort yourself in such a way to survey the cause of the change. Your labia have plumped up some, and gained a fine dusting of scales in the process.
186. With your body changed so dramatically, you’re reliant on Mistress for the most basic of tasks. True to form, she takes pride in providing you with everything you need, keeping you clean, well fed and above all else, instilled with a sense of reverent cherishment.
187. Through many hours of trial and error - and no small amount of encouragement - you begin to get the hang of your new limbs, earning yourself at least some minor feeling of self-empowerment. Small as it may be, it forms an important step; being trusted to keep yourself out of trouble allows your owner to return to work on a more regular basis. She leaves you to your own devices for a day or two at a time, her treks out to the rift kept as short as possible.
188. In her place, all you have for company is a carefully curated playlist of videos left running from the moment she leaves to the second she returns. Training material of a fashion. They start simple, just little tips for how to move around better as a kept pet, effective means of emulating little gestures to emote as a puppy would to its owner, how to behave when out in public on a leash.. Every list you watch through ends with an impromptu check-up when your owner returns, the contents of the next list changing to suit what she believes you need better command of.
189. It isn’t long before you’ve graduated from the basics and the lists become more sexual in nature. Just interspersed with one or two of Mistress’s favorite videos at first, a little nugget to stew on in between the otherwise steady stream of higher brow viewing. That quickly falls by the wayside though, an almost constant bombardment of petgirls being railed by their owners six ways from Sunday soon following. What few videos you could consider as ‘learning material’ between them focusing more on the proper way to beg for cock than for treats.
190. Of course, with little ability to tend to yourself, the uninterrupted stream of pornography has your needy pussy desperate for any stimulation. And so Mistress finds you with your ass high in the air, presenting your soaked cunt for her inspection every time she walks through the apartment door. Without fail you wind up stuffed full of her cock and pounded senseless, the stresses of her day washed away with a night of vigorous fucking.
191. One morning, after a particularly energetic night, Mistress doesn’t leave on her regular schedule. You find her packing a flight case full of clothes and other important essentials. Curiosity has you intrigued, so you spend your time playfully winding between her legs and generally making something of a nuisance of yourself. A leash finds itself snapped to your collar in short order, wound around the nearest door handle to keep you out of the way.
192. “We’re going on a trip, and we need to leave now,” she informs you, no more details forthcoming.
193. The case is soon full and thrown over her back, leaving her free to clip a belt around your waist and take up your leash. Just like that you’re following behind her out of the apartment, trotting along beside her as she leads you outside for the first time in months. Lusty stares, lewd comments and more than a few cheeky gropes are aimed towards you as you follow Mistress wherever she may lead you, soon arriving at a much larger elevator; one you recall that will take you to the station above the moon.
194. Another familiar sight soon arrives; your ship, still here in the docking bay after all your time spent on the planet. And Mistress is making a beeline straight for it. The loading ramp opens automatically when it detects you; another fact that seems unsurprising for your owner as she leads you aboard.
195. Inside everything seems exactly as it had been left; albeit covered in dust. It looks as though your crewmates took off some time ago in your absence, having stayed at least a while.
196. “Somebody has been looking for you, pet,” Mistress says, the docking ramp closing behind the two of you with a bang, “had a photograph and thought you were on Uveto.”
197. She leads you around the familiar space as she acquaints herself with where everything is, seemingly no stranger to the interior of a spaceship. Her hard-sided case falls to the deck plating with a crash when you arrive in your old cabin, her body soon falling onto the bed with a huff.
198. “I didn’t like the look of her, or her goons, so I did some digging. And I found out who you used to be.” she continues, patting the mattress next to her. You hop up into her arms without a second thought. “The only way I can keep you safe, pet, is to stay one step ahead of them.”
199. She cradles you tightly in a possessive embrace as she lays out her plan. An adventure really, traveling around the rush frontier in search of a certain set of probes. Probes intended for you. Mistress will keep you safe, keep you loved.. and keep you in your place.. there’s just one thing you have to do first.
200. Her tablet reappears, pulled from one of the many pockets dotted around the taurs coat. On its display is a formal contract, passing the cost of many, many hundreds of thousands of credits worth of modifications off onto you officially along with a very.. long term plan for the remuneration of said costs. And until those costs are repaid, you would be hers to do with as she pleases; everything you own, everything you are, everything you will be, hers until such time as the debt is repaid.
201. Her pet. On her ship. Chasing her legacy.
202. You can’t accept the proposition soon enough, barking in delight at the opportunity that the last few months of hard work and training have obviously been leading up to. The contract is signed, or at least signed as best you can given your state, soon enough. With one final crushingly tight squeeze, Mistress puts you back down on the bed and then heads off back to her bridge.
203. You follow after her, scuttling your metal limbs across the deck plating. She’s darting back and forth between various control panels and displays, acquainting herself with the lay of the ship. You plant your ass on the cold floor beside her, doing your best to direct her to where specific controls are located whenever she utters something related to them under her breath. The ship is soon cleared for launch and heading back out into the inky blackness of the void, a firm pet along your back along with a firm reinforcement of “Good pet,” all the thanks you need.
204. Soft pets continue right up until the ship reaches a safe distance from the station and the autopilot engages. “Long trip ahead of us, pet, and I know just the right way to pass the time,” Mistress says.
205. “Present,” she orders.
206. Your ass is high in the air before she’s even finished the word, the wedged tip of her cock nudging its way into your pussy not long behind it.
207. A long trip indeed.
208. GAME OVER?
209. (Access the main menu to start a new character or the data menu to load a saved game. The buttons are located in the lower left of the game screen.)