The Arc Star shuddered and groaned as the Captain’s voice came over the tin can speakers, “Hang on, you chuckle-fucks, we’re getting the fuck outta here!” The ship lurched forward, bouncing and strafing as bsts from the cruise ship exploded around our hull.

  I slowly moved along the wall, dodging exposed wires that sparked with each jolt, moving my way towards the mess hall. The picture of that man’s face imploding stuck in my mind, rolling around like honey and mosses, stuck in a never ending loop.

  Munis Munz pushed past me, hobbling by, “Watch out, dick cover.” He moved into the mess hall with the rest of the crew. “What kind of haul we got this time?” He lumbered up to the main table, gncing about with his wide-eyed stare.

  Rolfo and Teksan smmed their cases on the table.

  Brutus came climbing up from the shaft, “The package is secured.” He took up a spot at the head of the table, “What else we got? Better be something good after that shit show.” He shot a gnce at Maelstro; huffing out of his nose.

  “Better be something good.” Rolfo unzipped the case and let out an angry groan, “The fuck is this?” He held up some ce bras and underwear. The crew all ughed out, bullshitting him.

  My eyes caught the clothes. It was something I wanted. My thoughts of murder disappeared for a second. The ce spoke out to me. I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts out. It was how I was in this mess in the first pce. My sins had my parents in shock, and they took me to their priest, who deemed me unsavable, but there was also a dress in that suit case. I squeezed my way around the group.

  Rolfo half-closed the case and tossed it to the floor, “Fuck you guys. What’d you get, huh?” He punched Teksan in the arm. The Anthro-Hyena just ughed it off with his high-pitched wheeze. “Better be something we can sell off. I need a good vacation.”

  Rolfo’s case slid right up to my feet. I looked about as the crew was too concerned about what was in Teksan’s case. None of them were paying me attention. This was my chance. I let my impulses win and I snagged the case off the ground and made way to the shaft. I climbed down, suitcase in one hand and my pistol still clutched in the other. I had forgotten all about it.

  I opened a small storage area, looking out into the hall, still hearing the crew on the upper-level joking and bullshitting each other. I shut the door quietly. My heart was beating out of my chest now. I looked down at the gun and case. I wasn’t a murderer. I didn’t want this.

  I wasn’t a man either. There was something inside of me that needed out, and it wasn’t what was in the mirror that stared back at me every day. It was something else.

  I pced the gun in a small alcove in the wall where the panels were missing, nestling it up in a wad of wires. I opened the case on the ground, gazing on all the treasures within. I quickly stripped my oversized, bck spacesuit, standing in the cold storage room in my underwear, small bulge and all.

  The first item I pulled from the case was a cey thong. I almost screeched in glee. This was the first time I had felt joy on this despicable ship. There was nothing but despair, and now I had something of my own.

  I stripped my underwear and tucked my little dick up between my legs, pressing my ball up as far as I could. I slipped the thong on, feeling the thin ce between my butt cheeks. I turned my head to try and see my own ass. There was a crate made of shiny metal, just enough reflection to see a blurry image of myself.

  I twisted and smiled as I looked at what else was in the case. I grabbed the matching bra and fumbled to csp it behind my back. After a minute, I twisted it to my front to csp it. I slip my arms through he loops and stuffed the extra space with some socks.

  I bit my lip seductively as I saw a pair of stockings. I slid them on, carefully bunching them and rolling them up my legs as not to rip the delicate cloth. This was my everything, and I didn’t want to ruin what little I had now. I grabbed the bracelet from my spacesuit and slid it over my hand.

  The st thing I donned was the bck dress. It was smaller and slim fitting, but it slid over my head and down around my hips with ease. I zipped the back up and brushed out the lumps. I waltzed over to the crate to get a better look at this sexy bitch that had just shown up. The blurry image was enough to make me smile and forget all my problems, even for a few seconds, it was bliss. This was who I was meant to be.

  I rummaged through the case one st time, all the while thinking of where I could hide my treasures. I found a small bag and a bck box. I pulled them out and opened them to find some make-up.

  I praised my savior, but then feelings of guilt washed over me. What was I doing? I was sinning again. I was supposed to be punished, facing my punishment til my death. I hesitated to touch them again, my thoughts fighting each other. Part of me wanted to put it on, the other part told me that I was evil and a terrible person. This is why I would never be able to join the Collective.

  “Don’t stop on my account.”

  I dropped the make-up and jolted around, letting out a yelp. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was wrought with fright as I looked on a man chained up to one of the structural supports through the missing panels on the wall. His arms were raised as he was slumped down on the ground.

  His hair was neatly cut, blood seeped from his nose and ears. He wore a short beard, trimmed and groomed well. His clothes were fine, but now splotched with blood. I took a step closer as the one thing that caught my attention was the burn marks, or resulting scars, that were on the temples of his head.

  The man chuckled as I stared at his head, “Yeah, get a good look. I’m pretty sure that’s why I’m chained up in here.” His voice was deep, yet calm under the circumstances.

  “What do you mean?” I chimed out.

  “These bad boys.” He turned his head side to side, showing off the scars that lightninged out across his temples, “Used to be some good ol’ fashioned Gellical suppressing impnts, until I ripped them out, of course.”

  My eyes shot open wide. A Gellical member that ripped out his impnts. What the hell was this man doing here? How’d he do it? How did he escape alive? My mind was racing with so many questions. Wasn’t he afraid of hell? Of being cast out and doomed to damnation?

  I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Why did you remove them.”

  “Hmm.” The man pursed his lips, “Interesting. Most people ask me how I removed them.” He shuffled about on the floor, propping himself up a little better. “That must mean that you were a member at some time? A convert maybe?”

  I wasn’t sure if I should speak out about the Collective, but this man seemed to be open and trusting. “My parents were converts, working to be accepted and ascended. They just had to deal with me first.”

  “Ah, and I bet I can take a wild guess at what you did that pissed them off so much.” He smiled at me, looking me up and down, “You make a beautiful woman, if I might say so.”

  I took a step back and covered myself up with my arms, trying to hide my body away. “Don’t say that. This is sinful, and our Lord…”

  “Enough with that Gellical bullshit. Don’t ever hide who you are!” He yelled at me.

  I was shocked. I stood speechless, staring at the man. I tried to speak, but no one was ever so direct with me.

  “I left because it’s all a bunch of horseshit. They use the religion to control and brainwash you. It’s all about control. They need you feeling guilty for just being a human, just for living your life, you’re a sinner that needs saving from a fictional god.”

  “But God…”

  “There is no God.” He spat out on the floor, “Get that fucker out of here. You think God is some great being? The same God that let’s corpos steal the food out of children’s mouths? The same God that allows people to get raped, allows our lives to be filled with misery and despair for a short time and then we go tits up to just thank that fucker for all he gave us? Fuck that. If that’s God, then I will find him and personally kick him in the dick.”

  “I…” I couldn’t say anything. I’ve never heard someone speak so pinly and bluntly about God and the Gellical Collective.

  “You’re a beautiful woman on the inside. Bring that woman outside. You’re not the first one I’ve met like this, and you won’t be the st. Wear that dress if it makes you feel good. No one else will make you feel this way. You have to take what you can and make yourself happy now, while you’re alive. Be that woman. Be yourself. Love yourself.” He smiled at me. “It’s all we can do in our short lives. And if you find someone to spend it with that accepts you for who you are, even the better. I ripped these from my head because I was tired of feeling like shit for just being me. Don’t make my same mistake. Start living your life for yourself.”

  My head was racing now. There was so much I needed to think about. My head was clouded. Doubt of God was creeping in. I didn’t hear the footsteps approaching.

  “The fuck is this.” Brutus voice shook me from my head. I gnced up at him, terror washing over me. I was standing in stockings and a dress. His eyes were scanning over me now, just thinking of the ways he would fuck me.

  “Get fucked, monkey bitch.” The man smirked as Brutus strode over and smacked him in the face. The man went limp.

  Brutus turned to me, licking his lips, “Now, this is what I want. Bend over, now.” His hand was caressing his junk as he walked over to me. “I’m going to fill you up so full; you’ll be drooling my cum for weeks.”

  “What’s going on here?”

  I turned to see Captain Luca casually walking into the room. His belly was bulging, and his snout was sniffing about. His eyes scanned me, resting on where my cock was tucked into my thong. He gnced up at Brutus, “Don’t y a hand on the prisoner again, or I’ll kill you myself. That man I our biggest payday. They want him alive. I want my money.”

  Brutus grunted in defiant agreement.

  Luca turned to me and rested his hand on my shoulder, his eyes looking over my chest. “You’re coming to my room.” He pushed me, leading me out of the storage and into his room. We passed the mess hall. I investigated the room as the crew eyes rested on me. Some ughed, some shook their heads.

  Luca shut the door behind us and pushed me onto the bed, “You want a drink?” He poured two gsses, handing me one. I chugged it down instantly. This part of living on the Arc Star went much better if I was drunk. It made it easier to make the moans and dirty talk to get them to cum faster.

  “Well, no need for sweet talk. You look pretty, and I’m horny.” He snorted, rubbing his pink, pot-bellied body.

  He pushed me down, ying behind me, spooning my body. His hand rubbed up my thigs, all the way to my neck, where he gripped tight. His Anthro-Pig belly was pressing against the small of my back. He pulled my head back, “I can’t wait to fill you full of my sweet crème.” He chuckled as his hand slid down the front of my chest, grabbing my ft chest.

  I closed my eyes, hooping this would all be over soon.

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