Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2011 22:35:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toni Daring <tonidaring@yahoo.com>
Subject: Awakening, Part 3

Author's Note - This story began as a sequel to a story by another author,
"Treasure Freely Given", by Arthur "Aethan" French, which I had read and
enjoyed but did not have on hand when I began writing. Therefore, my
captain, cruiser and crew are rather different from those he had
envisioned. My rendition of his protagonist, Halliday Dasker as heard
through the voice of his supposed memoirs, is my own. Hali appears here
with the kind permission of Arthur "Aethan" French, and with my grateful
acknowledgement of his literary origins.

This story concerns the calculated manipulation of sexual urges in the
context of dominance and submission among males of fictional races supposed
to have been genetically "uplifted" from animal species and tailored to
exhibit certain fixed behaviors including instinctual need to sexually
dominate or submit to others. If you are disturbed by the use of psionics,
subliminal programming and drugs to deliberately enhance and strengthen
such instincts, or by the ongoing and intentional psychological
conditioning of a free-willed sentient being to accept his role as a sexual
plaything to many male partners, then you should not read this story. If
you cannot tell that this story is fiction, please seek professional help.


Awakening, Part 3

My name is Halliday Dasker, from the Halivarr system on the driftward
fringe of the Antares Sector.  I'm not human but Halivarri - a "made" or
"uplifted" species - and thus pretty lucky to have been accepted as a cadet
at the Scout Service Academy at Phojla. As a rule, humans get preference
over other races in Imperial Space, a fact that was pretty crucial to my
present circumstances, but I won't go into the politics just now. No one
who has been with me this far is reading my account for the politics.

Physically, I guess I am on average fairly small - significantly shorter
than my Vargyr crewmates and less powerfully built. But I am told that I am
almost irresistably attractive, with large eyes, rounded ears that are
sensitive to touch and turn pink when I blush, shoulders proportionally
broad and waist comparatively narrow. Contrary to the expectations of some
seem to base on such traits, I'm told really don't look especially
feminine. In some ways, in fact, I am quite noticeably male - though I get
more pats on my bottom, which I am told simply begs for it. Or maybe my
long, restless tail simply draws the eye there.

None of which would much matter in the Imperial Scout Service. But as it
happens, I didn't become a Scout Service cadet as planned, but rather had
been kidnapped by space-pirates - indeed, by the notorious Vargyr
revolutionary, Captain Fangg, and the crew of his Star Cruiser
Gvadakoungg. Vargyr, you see, are another non-human, "uplifted" race, in
their case with a very competitive, dominance-defined culture.

Being second rate in the military hierarchy of the Imperial Interstellar
Naval Command had not suited my Captain at all. But the story of his mutiny
will be told later. What matters at present is that having been brought
aboard with the other passengers of the starliner that the Gvadakoungg
raided for fuel and supplies and to send a message to the Imperium, I had a
change of heart about joining the Scout Service and, after finding myself
the Captain's mate in more sense than one, I defected to the pirateer
crew. It seems that Halivarri are especially attractive to the assertive,
wolfish Vargyr, and certainly I found a certain fascination in their
attentions.

Bonding with my Captain was only the beginning of my full awakening to my
Halivarri nature, however. Once unlocked by my initial experience with the
Captain, I found that my sexual instincts were blossoming and that as a
result I was becoming more alluring to my Vargyr crewmates, and their
attentions were becoming harder for me to refuse. Most recently, an
intimate encounter had ended up broadcast (I would later learn) to the
entire crew before a security detail was sent to detain us for unauthorized
access to a weapon station for supposed privacy.

When the lift tube from gunnery station 17 opened onto the B Deck passage,
the security detail were waiting. Arrvis received brusque but effective
attention: a stun baton set at full charge came down on the back of his
neck where it met his skull, and he fell to the floor like a stone. But for
me they had something else in mind.

Perhaps you have never had the experience of being subdued with a stun
baton, but they are familiar equipment with most security forces, at least
out here in Antares Sector. Stunners do no lasting damage, and at a low
setting offer little more than a sudden, shivering tingle under the
skin. Sometimes a gentle warning is all that is needed.

Or sometimes a security team will interpret its orders rather broadly as
these Vargyr did now, backing me into a corner of the access-way with their
stunners lit a deep indigo-blue indicating a power setting that was quite
low so as to give only a deep, throbbing tingle of warning. Even so, I did
not immediately realize their intent until one of them looked me in the eye
as he swept his baton slowly down my bare torso, only a centimeter away
from my three right-side nipples, and spoke. "There is no audio from the
security monitors in a gunnery turret," he said as his baton stroked lower,
guided by my arched hipbone.

"Except to ship security, of course," said another who had slipped behind
me to stroke his humming baton up between my thighs."And I assure you, we
were all ears," said the first, bringing his baton to rest just against the
crown of my thick sex where my uniform pants had me shamelessly displayed
along the hollow of my other hip. Held it there, rubbed slowly. "...Pup."

The two other security officers had come up on each side of me, supporting
me beneath my arms so I could hold on where shaggy shoulder met thickly
maned neck while their batons grazed down over my nipples, then back up
again.

"So we heard every word," said the one whose baton had stroked up between
my thighs and now rested, pressed snug under my tail, humming. "But then,
people can say anything, especially what they think others want to hear."
The two to either side lowered me slightly until my weight partly rested on
the baton under me as he thumbed the intensity of the stunner up a notch
with a grin. I made a small, involuntary sound and my sex throbbed under
the humming stunner in front.

"Luckily, we are especially trained at extracting information from even the
most reluctant sources." The security chief's baton, still on its lowest
setting, grazed up and down the outline of my thick, throbbing cock. "So
were you telling naughty lies... pup?" he asked in a low voice, growled
into one ear.

"Or are you just a hungry little slut-puppy?" the other asked, purring,
into the other as he twisted his baton beneath me, making my sensitized,
stretch-sore bud tingle and twitch, "...Who needs a good hard fucking, on a
good hard Vargyr knot?"

"Better tell the truth, pup," said the first, "and we might go easy on you
this time." I watched in embarrassment as my hips arched to buck my arousal
slowly against the throbbing, humming head of the baton. I bit my lip as he
growled warm against my ear. "Well, pup?"

"No..." I said, blushing under the fine, short fur on my cheeks, "...I
wouldn't lie." There would be no point in prevaricating in any case, the
way my bottom was squirming to keep the thick knob of the second Vargyr's
stun-truncheon snug against the seat of my pants where the rear seam clung
slick and skin-tight to my quivering, twitching ring.

"So, what would you say is the truth, pup?" The psidelic medication that
Doctor Courangara had prescribed made me aware of how my arousal and the
dank scent of sex was enhanced by the subconscious, suggestive impulses
that my unconscious mental gifts stirred in the crewmen, silently goading
them, persuading them to press the advantage, prove their dominance and
make me yield, to submit until I showed myself eagerly receptive to their
insistent, instinctual domineering drive.

My shivering, arching, shamelessly aroused body and my sweet, boyish,
just-fucked scent was stoking their basest urges, and my own hormone-fueled
need was making my cock throb and seep, my mouth water and my fuck-sore bud
quiver and twitch. I knew what he wanted me to say, what they all wanted to
hear. I also knew that it was at least half true already. Sensed that
giving in, saying it aloud, would make it more true still, and found I
wanted to.

"That I'm a naughty Halivarri, sir," I replied as his baton sent little
shocks through the bronzium buttons that secured the straining front panel
of my shipman's pants. My hips canted forward so that my arousal slid,
shamelessly displayed, under the clinging fabric slick with the precum that
flowed from me in a steady stream. "A tease who tosses his tail at strong,
sexy Vargyr..."

This wasn't enough for the command officer. He grazed up along the other
row of buttons, treating me to another series of small, tingling
shocks. "And what does that make you, pup?" he asked. Behind me, the baton
humming at my sore, shivering bud slid up along my cleft to the base of my
tail making me lift my behind and press it back, squirming as this made the
rough, slick center seam in the rear stroke across where I was already sore
and sensitized.

"Unh!" My cock throbbed and jerked, my body drew tense, but though racked
with the need for release, I only seeped more dew to slicken my
arousal. "I'm a cock-slut, sir, a dirty little fuck-pup who needs hard
Vargyr knot and hot Vargyr cum, sir, in my naughty little mouth and up my
hungry little ass."

I was trembling now, right on the edge of release from the musky, ruttish
scent of Vargyr arousal all around me mingling with my own provocative
aroma, and from the stunners teasing over my most sensitive areas. I don't
think I could have refused to answer even if I had wished to. The team
leader smiled wolfishly, liking what he had seen of my responsiveness.

"So. pup," he said with his muzzle so close that I felt it move against my
ear, felt the warmth of his breath as well. He reached around me to slip a
hand just under the base of my tail. I moaned as a finger stroked across
that sensitive spot and my tail wrapped around his wrist, holding it
there. "Do you like it? Like being our little fuck-pet, a naughty little
slut-pup itching for thick Vargyr cock and hard Vargyr knot?"

That growling, taunting voice made me shiver from the blushing tips of my
ears down to my toes. "Oh..." I gasped, "oh, yes." I couldn't deny the
powerful urges which had lately awakened in me, and if I was still shy of
saying so, I could tell that teasing me, making me admit it, was amusing
the security detail to no end.

Just a flick of an eyebrow from the detail chief to the rest and the stun
batons fell silent, their knobbed ends dull and lifeless and what is more
the humming, teasing tingle against my fur abruptly vanished. "Well, I am
glad you are learning your place, and to like it, pup," said the
chief. "But we don't have time for any fun just now, so if you will just
step along this way to the brig. You two," he said to his subordinates,
"bring that one."

I had almost forgotten Arrvis, and felt bad on his account because I had
certainly enjoyed his company. So it was with twinges of guilt as well as
my body shuddering down from a peak of arousal that I followed, almost
staggering, along to the detention facility and whatever shipboard justice
awaited me.


			* * *


My cell, when I reached it, was not without its amenities.  I was, however,
alone and the lingering neural effects of the stun-batons made me tingle in
various places already over-sensitive from Arrvis' attentions a short while
before.  Also, in the small area of my confinement, I could not help but
notice how the ruttish, musky male scent of Vargyr clung to my fur and
clothes, offset by the aromas of my own recent exertions. All in all, I
found myself distractingly half-aroused and restless.

In this frame of mind, I inspected my quarters, which I hoped would be
temporary. There was a vidifax interface with the ship's library, but the
screen of this read rather discouragingly "Limited access: educational
materials only." Well, I knew that I would require course-work to actually
learn to be a crewman, and after all I'd been on my way to enrollment at
the Scout Service Academy when my life had been so drastically diverted.

The vidifax aside, there was only a narrow bunk that flipped over to become
a narrow table, a sort of backless chair that could allow me to sit at the
table but nowhere else, a small sanitary facility (providing a place to
relieve myself but not a fresher in which to wash), a rather spare but
adequate exercise unit and, intriguingly, what looked like an automated
massage unit folded up into the opposite wall.

There was just room to take three steps in any direction, so my exploration
did not take very long.  When I had risen from the bunk, it had
automatically turned itself over to become a desk, with the vidifax angled
for viewing from the stool.  Naturally, when it had been a bunk, it had
been angled to be easily viewed while lying down, which I thought might
come in handy.

For now, however, I settled on the stool which looked unpromisingly hard,
but proved to have a comform impervic plass seat which shaped itself to my
bottom when I sat.  Shaped itself rather closely, in fact, pressing the
rear seam of my shipman's pants against my cleft, and even across my bud,
which was by now rather sore, while easing between my thighs to gently cup
around the base of my male parts.  When I squirmed, the comform seat
squirmed back. I shivered, and tried to sit still.

I turned my attention to the vidifax, looking to see what materials I was
permitted to view.  On Halivarr, educational flecs were usually rather prim
and dull, leaning toward civics and (where I grew up) agriculture. But what
I saw here were a number of files labeled "IISSCC Cadet
Curriculum". "IISSCC" stands for Imperial Interstellar Scout/Survey and
Courier Corps, which for obvious reasons is usually just called the Scout
Service. I was on my way to enroll as a Scout Cadet before I had ended up
here, but it seemed that my education would progress anyway.

Then I noticed another set of files labeled "Admitted Evidence in
Discipline Hearing 55672", which would be my own court-martial hearing, so
naturally I was curious. The largest file was a video flec, with
synchronized audio recorded at the same time. I could not recall any
occasion that I had been aware of surveillance, to I told the vidifax to
show the flec. And that is how I learned that my entire encounter with
Arrvis in Turret Seventeen had been recorded.

After about a minute of footage, I heard myself make a small, involuntary
sound as I squirmed on the saddle of the seat beneath me, answered by the
cool voice of the ship systems. "Medical monitoring detects elevated vitals
and increased muscular tension. Therapeutic massage is recommended to
alleviate such symptoms. Massage unit to deploy with patient affirmative."

I squirmed at the notion, but at the same time I did not want to stop
watching the flec. "Can the vidifax display be angled so that I'll be able
to see it while I get my massage?" I figured it could not hurt to ask. The
ship systems took a moment to parse my request but replied readily
enough. "Affirmative. Vidifax display will configure for optimal viewing
from massage unit. Unit to deploy upon patient affirmative"

"Um, affirmative." The saddle seat beneath me began to drop into the floor,
so I got to my feet and stepped back while the massage bot unfolded itself,
its manipulator arms something like a cybernetic octopus poised above the
impervic plass slab of the comform massage bench. I hadn't had a massage
session since my first one, and my sex throbbed at the prospect. This
naturally made the rear seam of my shipman's pants draw snug against my
bud, where I was still a little sore and tingling from the guards' stun
sticks.

"For optimal effectiveness, it is recommended that the patient remove his
uniform before taking position on the massage unit." The ship system voice
was synthesized, but medical monitoring always spoke with Doctor
Courangara's smooth, commanding tones. I complied, slipping out of my
uniform and setting the garments aside. It felt good to have air
circulating around my naked form, and I felt my fur fluff slightly in
response. But I could also smell my own scent better, now, and this only
increased my interest in that video flec.

I lay on the bench and tucked my aroused sex down so it could have some
breathing room between my thighs. The bench - a comform unit that arranged
itself under me to optimize my comfort - shifted beneath me so that my
thighs were spread and my cock rested on a slick, yielding membrane between
them. My hands naturally found the soft grip at either side - I had a
feeling that I would be wanting something to hold onto. Best of all, the
vidifax display was at eye level and just at the right angle for me to view
easily. Just the still capture - Arrvis muzzle deep between my cheeks to
lap at my bud while I glazed my lips with the glistening dew seeping from
his insistent cock - was enough to make me squirm.

The comform bench stretched me a little further in all directions, which
felt wonderful, and then the video flec started to play again from the
beginning as the manipulator arms swung down and began working me over. I
shivered and my hips bucked reflexively as massagers found my shoulders and
the muscles leading up to the nape of my neck while others played down
along my spine to the small of my back and others still began stroking up
along my inner thighs. My tail tossed, found a manipulator poised for it,
and wrapped tight as it was tugged gently taut, releasing tension at its
root with a soft, silent 'pop'.

I let myself sink into the comform bench, abruptly aware of physical strain
and fatigue as soon as the massage bot had begun to address this.  Muscles
knotted by unreleased arousal and cramped by prolonged and vigorous mating
in awkward spaces melted under the expertise of the automated massagers. I
let out a sigh that became a moan as the video recaptured my attention. I
shivered with the memory of the sensations that Arrvis had drawn from me
like a virtuoso draws music from a cello.  I began to rock my hips to
thrust my cock against the slick, yielding plass membrane beneath it and
let my thighs spread wider as a manipulator arm brought its textured tip to
bear on the cleft of my upturned ass.

Another slithered up to press against the root of my sex, below my
shivering bud but above my balls, weighty on my sex in their furry
sack. Pressed, thrummed in a way that made me buck then squirm back to try
to bring it to bear on my ring. But it knew where it wanted to be and
teasingly stayed put.  I felt slick wetness around my seeping sex, and at
about the same time that I understood that my dew was being deliberately
milked from me, a rounded nub of clear, soft plass emerged to brush against
my lips. Oh, yeah, right. I knew what this was. I took the nozzle in my
mouth and suckled slowly.

The design of this massage unit was a little different from the one in the
gymn, but the comform surface supporting my torso shifted beneath me to
sculpt itself around each of my six nipples and began to apply matching
suction to that of my own mouth on the nozzle. This in turn had begun to
seep a sweet, sticky fluid onto my tongue - the precum being milked from me
and collected below. Unlike my first experience of a massage bot, while
certainly aroused I was not as urgently in need of release. So I bucked my
hips slowly, squirmed just as slowly as the massager at my cleft brushed
over my ring, settled in to watch the flec and let the massage unit take
its time.

This slow pace allowed me to appreciate the rest of my massage, which was
thorough and ongoing. It felt good to relax alone and I thought that if I
was going to be confined in the brig in any case, there were worse ways to
spend my time.  So I watched as Arrvis did his able best to wear me out,
thrust and arched to work my throbbing sex against the yielding surface
beneath it, and let myself lift my rear as I felt the slick, textured tip
of a massager press against me, testing my ring. I sucked my sap from the
nozzle tip and licked it to feel the same done to my nipples. I stretched
my arms and felt my tail gently tugged.

Only later would I learn that in addition to the security monitors that
were standard for all weapons stations, cells in the brig were also under
surveillance.  But I was glad to learn it, and more than thankful to the
security officer who palmed me a flec of the recording. I've been watching
it just now to refresh my memory of my incarceration, as details had
escaped me after the eventful times that would follow. At the time,
however, I would have blushed to learn that all the security crew on brig
detail were avidly monitoring my status in case I looked like making a
break for it.

So it was with uninhibited responses that I arched into the slow thrust of
the massager when it finally slid into me, and squirmed back with an
involuntary whimper when I realized that a good ways down its bumped and
rippled length it was swollen in the likeness of a Vargyr knot. I slid
myself along the manipulator, clutching around it and pressing back to
grind myself against that teasingly textured plass bulb as I watched Arrvis
force his own into me then tug it out to thrust it in again. When at last I
reached my climax, I drank my entire load of cum from the nozzle of the
unit but my cock stayed hard and the various massage tips thrusting and
stroking never even slowed down.

I can vaguely remember letting my heavy eyes drift shut and continuing to
slowly stoke and sate myself on the massage bot's untiring arms, listening
to the flec now instead and shivering with the phantom sensation of Arrvis'
breath at my ear as he insinuated slyly, words teasing me even as his
thick, thrusting sex did, asking me what it was I really wanted, then
telling me to prove it.  Praising me when I did, encouraging me to want
more.  At some point, memory became dream populated by many of those who
had haunted my private thoughts of late. My Captain, of course.  Arrvis and
his shyer, gentler friend Orrng, the young Vargyr, Yrrvng, who had become
drunk on the scent of me. And yes, the powerful, intimidating but
reassuring and maddeningly arousing Rakashah doctor. With such dreams and
the continuing caresses of the massage unit, I slept.

By the time display on the vidifax, it was a good eight hours later that I
awoke. My cock was throbbing and pulsing, no longer having any seed to pour
into the massage-bot's resevoir. My ring felt more bruised than sated, and
I was relieved that the massager had withdrawn from there, although my legs
were still asplay and my tail held aloft.  My throat felt raw and my mouth
dry in spite of the wetness of drool - I supposed it was drool - on my
chin.  I groaned.  Ship systems replied. "Medical monitoring advises the
patient to take nutriment. A meal prepared from optimal restoratives will
be served with a therapeutic beverage upon patient affirmative."

"Oh, for all the. Affirmative, affirmative!" I disentangled myself clumsily
from the comform bench and retrieved my discarded uniform, finding it no
less redolent of sex than I was and silently cursing the absence of a
fresher. Or maybe not. I found that part of me really liked how I smelled,
so much so that my thoroughly spent cock was half-hard again already as I
attempted to stuff myself back into my trousers.  By the time I was
dressed, the massage unit had folded itself away, the saddle-seat had
emerged from its den in the floor, and a bowl of stew which breathed
mouthwatering aromas into the room waited on the table beside a beaker of
an effervescent liquid in an unpromising shade of luminous yellow-green.

This proved to be light and refreshingly tart, and set off the stew
perfectly.  Medical monitoring had yet to steer me wrong, and I was
pleasantly surprised - not for the first time - by the excellence of the
star cruiser's commissary.  Better still, food improved my mood to no end,
and to my great relief. I dislike waking up grumpy. It can sour my whole
day.  Not that I thought my day in the brig would have much to offer other
than my assigned exercises and Cadet studies, but both would benefit from
being approached in a positive frame of mind.

Before I could turn my attention to either, however, the door of my cell
emitted a soft but clear two-tone chime before sliding open, making me glad
that I had not waited to dress. The air from the passage beyond was cool
and fresh, indicating that the air flowing from my cell was warm and dank
with suggestive scents.  I might have been more embarrassed by this, but
the guard waiting outside showed no obvious reaction so I greeted him
levelly enough.  "Yes?"

"Crewman Dasker?" The expressionless security officer asked as a
formality. There was no one else on board that I possibly could be. "You
are to report to Medical for evaluation to certify that you are able to
face a disciplinary hearing. Doctor Courangara is expecting you. You will
go directly there and stay out of trouble... pup." He added this last with
a suggestively knowing grin, and stood aside to gesture me from my cell. He
kept his hands to himself, but I could feel his eyes on my bottom.


			* * *


When the doctor called me to the medical bay rather than to his quarters, I
was both disappointed and a little anxious. Was there some complication in
my ongoing adjustment? I worried that my condition or whatever it was might
mean isolation from the rest of the crew. A night alone in the brig had
been bad enough. As embarrassed as I was by the attentions of my crewmates,
I had to admit that part of me was already eager for them to continue. As
the reception bot logged my arrival and sent me in to Doctor Courangara's
consultation room, I found I was sweating. I took a steadying breath and
entered.

"Dasker," greeted the doctor with an acknowledging nod. "Come in. This
should not take long." Doctor Courangara's manner was cooly clinical as he
regarded me over his spectacles, aloof behind his formidable Rakasha
reserve. This was the Chief Medical Officer of the Starcruiser Gvadakoung,
not my wise and reassuring mentor, and my nerves were by no means
soothed. My wrist unit chirped. I raised it to my lips to take the five
small soother tablets it dispensed and made my way to the spot indicated, a
slightly raised platform with diagnostic equipment suspened from the
ceiling above.

To either side were rails of transparent impervic with comform grips at a
convenient height. This was fortunate, as I found mysel grabbing them
hastily as the platform moved beneath me, spreading my stance a good third
of a meter. I looked down to see a comform saddle-seat rising on a silent
piston from the opening below to slide up between my thighs to press warmly
against me, shaping itself to my bottom and the root of my sex. I shifted
instinctively on the comform seat and felt it squirm in response. My
tailhole was still tender and I made a small sound as the rear seam of my
shipman's pants slid slickly along my cleft. The seam only drew tighter as
my sex swelled full and firm.

"I apologize for any discomfort, Dasker," the doctor said, regarding me
over his flec-tablet as he noted some preliminary readouts. "If it is any
reassurance, this examination is partly to catalog any physical distress
you may be experiencing so that we may alleviate it. Set your chin here on
this pad, good." As the diagnostic assembly lowered in front of me,
Dr. Courangara guided me into position, leaned slightly forward so that I
had to reach back a bit to keep hold of the handrails and the root of my
sex pressed more firmly into the pliant firmness of the comform seat.

"Very good. Now, let me get the vidifax goggles in place." The unit covered
my eyes and the bridge of my nose, and the viewscreen showed a pleasant
landscape on some exotic, low-gravity world with improbably tall purple
mountains rising like domed columns to pierce the soft pink clouds beyond a
forest of tall, ribbon-like tree-ferns in a hundred subtle hues.

"Simply relax and enjoy the scenery, Dasker," the doctor said in his most
soothing tones. "I will be playing a series of subliminal images and
recording your subconscious reactions to each," he explained in his low,
compelling voice. I admired the view as he continued. "Later, this data
will help us select subliminals to play during your studies and
recreational viewing to maximise a smooth transition as we establish your
new routine."

I didn't notice anything particularly unusual in the landscape although the
tree-ferns waved in an almost hypnotic manner. Nonetheless, I felt my pulse
quicken and my breath grow shallow as I found myself blushing and almost
panting through parted lips. Instinctively, I squirmed back against the
saddle-seat beneath me as my half-hard sex swelled thick and firm.

The landscape changed from day to dusk and dusk to night and night to dawn
over perhaps five minutes while I watched, ever more rapt and increasingly
aroused. In my ears, I heard only the soft susurration of white noise of
the kind used to mask intrusive sounds of ship systems, Vargyr being rather
sensitive to acoustic irritants. I thought it sounded rather pleasant, like
wind moving through trees, but could not relate it any more than I could
the visual input with the arousal I was experiencing.

"Very good, Dasker." The doctor sounded pleased. "You are much more
receptive than I had hoped. Further, you respond well to a broad variety of
stimuli giving us considerable scope for your conditioning." He spoke on as
he disengaged the vidifax unit and swung it out of the way.

"More, you are receptive to modes of input that your Vargyr crewmates are
not, so that we can run them not just behind your educational coursework,
but also on ship displays, the menu screen of the canteen, or along the
passage-way lighting strips." The doctor smiled amiably. "We can likewise
encode auditory suggestions that you will receive with every message from
ship systems, or ship-wide duty announcements and even in white noise sound
masking."

"In short, we can - and will - arrange for you receive continuous,
multi-channel programming on a sub-perceptual level, which should easily
overcome any lingering reluctance on your part to fully accept and express
those needs fully appropriate to your age and species."

"Programming?" I asked, sounding uncertain. I thought I understood the
doctor fairly well, but he never seemed to mind explaining things more
simply. I shifted a bit on the comform seat of the diagnostic unit, and
squirmed reflexively as it shifted and shivered beneath me.

"Yes, Dasker," said the doctor. "The mind can be very receptive to
information that it absorbs without you being aware of it, and that is how
the programming will work. We can embed an auditory message in the white
noise maskers that play throughout the ship, for example, which you won't
be aware of and couldn't hear even if you knew it were there and listened
especially for it. But nonetheless, your mind will hear it and respond
accordingly. And we shall be doing the same with visual information as
well."

"What sort of message?" I asked. I was mostly just curious, but must have
registered a degree of increasing anxiety to the diagnostic unit because my
wrist unit chirped for me to take the medication that Doctor Courangara had
prescribed for that purpose. Without a thought, I brought the unit to my
mouth and took the four tiny tablets on my tongue.

"Oh, we will have to see what you respond best to," said the doctor. "But I
think we can make a start with what we already know that you like to
hear. I believe you had a conversation with the security chief after your
escapade in the gunnery turret, for instance?" I blushed and bit my
lip. The doctor smiled. "So, we could embed a message of you being asked
such questions - probably in many different voices - crewmen, the Captain,
even my own for the deepest penetration - and also your replies in which
you affirm what you really want most."

"But," I began, squirming uncertainly on my seat, gasping as it squirmed
back which made me press and rock myself against it instinctually. My wrist
unit beeped, and I took three additional soothers. My anxiety subsided,
though I was still shifting myself unconsciously against the comform saddle
that stroked at my bud and the root of my aroused sex through the slick,
clinging fabric of my pants. "But won't that just..." I trailed off
uncertainly.

"Won't it what, Dasker? And very good, yes, take the medication as it is
dispensed. We will want to adjust the prescription slightly, I think, to
take advantage of this new program, don't you? With the right drugs, we
could increase your responsiveness to subliminal instruction by a factor of
fifty." The Rakashah doctor smiled at me in a manner meant to be
encouraging but which made my tail twitch behind me. "But you were
expressing a concern in that regard, I believe? Continue." The doctor's
deep voice was firm and authoritative.

"Won't that just make me more, um, worked up and, you know..." My hips
rocked as I slid my bottom slowly along the saddle, forward and back. The
motion was reflexive, and even when I noticed it I found that I didn't care
to stop whether Doctor Courangara saw me or not. After all, he was a
doctor. And in any case, at another time it might as easily been his lap
that I was squirming around on.

"More libidinous and provocative toward the crew?" the doctor finished for
me. I nodded. "Well strictly speaking, no. You must understand, Dasker,
that such impulses arise from your own desires and needs, wholly
appropriate to a healthy adolescent Halivarri male. But since you are still
reluctant to accept those fully, you will constantly receive reminders and
encouragement. Even in your sleep, your mind will hear you being asked what
you really want, and hear your own quite understandable admissions." He
smiled again. "You were telling the truth to the security chief, were you
not?"

I nodded and blushed. "Then you see, it really isn't anything you don't
already know that you want, is it... pup?" My eyes widened as he called me
that, and the tip of my tongue darted nervously over my lower lip, but my
cock swelled and throbbed, and I squirmed again on the seat. The doctor
grinned at my response, and even winked, but sobered with concern as the
strain at the front of my pants drew the back seam tight against my
bruised, sore bud.

"But to allow you to do that..." said Doctor Courangara as he stroked an
icon on his flec tablet, "We had best do what we can to alleviate your
physical discomforts as well." He looked up from the hand-held display and
regarded me over his glasses. "You have been rather active these past few
days, Dasker, so it is no great surprise that you are perhaps a bit the
worse for the wear, and the Captain has been quite clear that he does not
wish your very understandable popularity with the crew to interfere with
his own prerogative as your mate."

I blushed at that and bit my lip. As strongly as my body's urges had drawn
me to the Vargyr of the starship crew, it was with the Captain that I had
experienced a particular bond, and his approval and affection were vitally
important to me. I still worried, in many respects, that I would disappoint
him by sharing my physical appetites with the crew. Doctor Courangara
sensed this, of course, and did his best to reassure me.

"Trust me, Dasker, or better yet trust him. I assure you that the Captain
wishes only for you to experience your true Halivarri nature as fully and
deeply as shipboard life allows. But," he qualified with emphasis, "that
will not be possible if you are injured in pursuit of your body's
satisfaction. I have examined you to see where medical attention is
needed. Let me assure you that we can and will ameliorate the minor
injuries and discomfort you've sustained."

"Now your gymn regimen will tone your muscles and keep you flexible, which
should keep you in good shape for all your shipboard activities, so you
must not neglect your exercise. You won't put on much bulk, in any
case. Halivarri remain sleek and supple, even with peak development, and
you are probably about as tall as you are likely to get. However, my
records show that you are still growing in some respects." I gave him a
puzzled look and he smiled as he indicated the prominent arousal showing
under the front panel of my shipman's pants.

"Your male parts, Dasker. Had you not noticed?" I shook my head. "Well, I
assure you that your Vargyr crewmates most certainly will. " He
smiled. "You are already a good three centimeters longer in erect state,
and proportionally thicker as well.  We shall have to monitor that. I had
not accounted for it in my initial assessment, but as long as you are still
growing down there, we must anticipate that your rut will last longer as
well - by ten to fifteen years at least, to judge by your growth so far. So
the sooner you become acclimated, the better."

He looked back to the flec reader in his hand, called up some information,
scanned it briefly. "However, there is some minor tissue trauma - internal
chafing of the urethra, some swelling of your foreskin, and indications
that your system is being irritated by dry climaxes. These are all easily
addressed. I am prescribing a dietary supplement which will be administered
in every meal, beverage and snack that you eat or drink from now on." He
caught me dubious expression, and hastened to reassure me. "Don't worry -
it is flavorless and you won't notice it at all."

"But it will substantially increase the volume of your body's natural
lubricating fluids, and will also assure that you produce enough semen to
keep up with your needs. The more you expend, the more you will
produce. This will have some side effects. You will have new nutritional
needs, but I am confident you will be able to address those without special
instructions." He smiled but did not elaborate. "Further, the supplement
will increase your pheromone levels as well, but I don't expect you will
object to the additional attention, will you... pup?" I blushed and my
bottom squirmed on the saddle seat, but the doctor just regarded me with
his usual kindly smile. "Just so."

For not the first time, my squirming made me wince. As sensitive as I was
back there, I was also sore, and the rear seam of my shipman's pants was
becoming diabolically uncomfortable. Doctor Courangara had an unnerving
degree of empathy and picked up on this at once. His teasing manner
vanished and he was all cool, clinical concern.

"You have also sustained considerable bruising in the perianal region," he
resumed, thankfully looking at his flec tablet rather than at me. "This
presents a more serious difficulty, as it risks further injury if you
pursue further activity of that kind before your body has recovered. As
well, the matter is complicated by the fit of your uniform, due to the
snugness of the design over that region. I had to some extent anticipated
this, however, and think that we can alleviate your discomfort with some
minor alterations to your uniform."

My ears slumped with the sudden disappointment I felt. True, my pants
weren't comfortable but when I wasn't sore I kind of found the sensation
pleasureably. Also, I knew that people looked at my bottom (my uniform
pants were designed to show it off) and I found I didn't like to think that
I'd have to wear something looser fitting. This surprised me - I thought I
had just been embarrassed to know that my Vargyr crewmates were eyeing me
there, but now I realized how much I liked that they did.

The doctor once again addressed my confusion and disappointment. "No, I
don't mean that the design will fit less snugly or be any less flattering
to your considerable charms, Dasker.  You will still be able to wag your
pretty little bottom at the crew just as we all know you like to." I
blushed, but the doctor smiled. "But I have had Ship Supply make up these
for you instead." From a dispensary slot, the doctor took a piece of thin
white fabric with bronzium fittings that I soon identified as the removable
panel of shipman's uniform pants, the part that covers the privates and
rear and which seems to be designed more for display than concealment.

He brought this over and arranged it on a small counter or shelf that
deployed from the diagnostic unit at a convenient height for me to see
it. Laid out, the fabric showed a number of shiny nodules of some kind of
clear plass arrayed along the center seam, increasing in size to a fat
little button, about the size of the tip of my little finger, surrounded by
a ring of smaller nodes. "Go ahead, Dasker," said the doctor, "Touch it."

The fabric was just the same stuff as my uniform was made of - slightly
slick, stretchy, impervious to dirt or stains. But when my finger trailed
over the nodes, these proved to be very slick, almost oily although they
left no noticeable residue on my fingertip when I pulled it away. On second
touch, they felt soft and yielding, though they seemed to resist pressure
with a disconcerting motion as if trying to wriggle out from under my
finger. Since they were fixed in place, of course they did not go anywhere,
and the movement ceased if I merely rested my fingertip on them. I looked
at Doctor Courangara curiously.

"Your new uniform, Dasker," he explained. "The nodules are lubricated with
a therapeutic ointment which alleviates pain and treats minor bruising by
dermal contact. Further, the ointment promotes skin elasticity and muscle
tone. This will assure that when your uniform pants rub you in a spot that
your activities have made swollen or painful that discomfort will be
relieved rather than irritated, and that any incidental injury will be
treated simply by wearing your clothes. There are, however, some
unavoidable side-effects relating to tissue sensitivity, however."

I must have looked disappointed again, and I was. As much as I sometimes
found my sesitivity down there to be embarrassing or distracting, and as
uncomfortable as I certainly was when I was sore and my pants rubbed me the
wrong way, I found I didn't want to lose sensation from my bud in exchange
for relief from discomfort.

"Ah. My mistake, Dasker. I did not mean to be misleading." Doctor
Courangara looked contrite, but also a little amused. At least I thought he
was amused - I was still not sure of my ability to read his expression. "I
did not mean to suggest that the ointment will make you less sensitive. To
the contrary, I expect that the medication to increase your sensitivity,
especially where it is most concentrated."

I blinked at this, looked back down at the fabric panel with its glistening
little dots. My finger trailed down the line to the node at the end,
conspicuously larger than the rest, stroked over it. It squirmed and
wriggled under my fingertip in a way that made me blush. "This...?" I
trailed off, unsure how to phrase my question plainly. As always, the
doctor continued my thought for me where I faltered, answering the question
I'd not managed to ask.

"That will sit right where you think it will, Dasker." Doctor Courangara's
voice was calm and patient, but there was still that hint of amusement
around his eyes. "Right where you need it most, yes?" Okay, now I knew he
was amused. "I did say that the Captain is insistent that his prerogative
as your mate is not interfered with, and he does not wish that to cause you
any discomfort, or require you to inhibit yourself unnecessarily." As I
watched him, my finger was still absently stroking that slick, yielding
bead.

"As you have noticed, the nodules are pressure sensitive. Nanomotors
embedded in the impervic gel respond by manipulating the shape of each
nodule so that the ointment is more liberally applied and distributed
through capillary action by stimulating your circulation. Under ordinary
circumstances, application is passive and the nodules are inert. But should
the seam be drawn more forcefully against you, they will activate in the
manner you have ascertained."

Doctor Courangara let that sink in for a moment or two, and then began to
wrap up the consultation. "Naturally, you have a say in your medical
treatment, Dasker, and none of this can be done without your informed
consent.  Do you have any questions about the proposed changes, or any
objection?" I looked up and saw his warm, amber eyes regarding me with
reassuring sympathy, and knew that whatever indecision I might feel about
anything, I could trust him fully.

"No, doctor," I replied. "I'm sure that you know what will be best for me."
He smiled at my confidence in his judgement, and I smiled in return. While
sometimes he could be intimidating - Rakashah are over two meters tall, and
powerfully built - I felt he was a friend who could be trusted. "Yes, of
course I'll follow your recommendations."

"Very good, Dasker.  Your wrist unit here..." I put my arm where the
prescription soothers could be changed out for the new medication while the
doctor continued. "I have keyed in orders for the dietary supplement, and
will phase in subliminals as soon as I have your program parameters
calibrated and have assembled appropriate content. Now, take off that
panel," he said in that cooly commanding tone, smiling a bit as I complied
without hesitation.

After all, he was a doctor, so it didn't matter much if he saw me mostly
aroused. The uniform was useless for concealing that in any case. I did
glance up to see if he was looking.  And he was, with a pleased look, then
caught my eyes when I absently reached to adjust myself, and I
blushed. "Good boy, Dasker. Now, put this one on instead. We will need to
make sure that it fits properly."

I took the new panel and fixed it in place, each bronzium button clicking
onto the corresponding tab on my pants, and felt the little nodules slide
against my cleft as the rear seam drew snug. "Not too loose here..." Doctor
Courangara reached down and cupped his large, heavy hand around the front
panel, one fingertip just grazing up along the outline of my sex. I bit my
lip, but my thighs parted as my hips arched forward reflexively. Leaving
his paw there and teasing me with another slow, playful stroke of his
fingertip, he reached around with the other, slid under my tail. "I hope
you don't mind

if I see things are in order, Dasker?" I shook my head but didn't say
anything as his hand found its way down the seam, pressing just firmly
enough for the nanomotors to engage so that the nodules vibrated and teased
against me as his finger found them one by one. My thighs parted further as
I felt my seat lift and press back.

"Very good," said the doctor again as his finger slid lower. "We want to
make sure that everything fits right... where... it... should." He drew out
the words as his finger stroked inexorably to where I could feel the thick,
round bead right against my shivering bud - which no longer was at all
sore. Then I felt it press in, shivering as if alive, the smaller nodules
around it waking to wriggle all around my ring. "Mm. Yes, I think that fits
just where you need it most."

Before I could really press back to stroke myself against it, the hand
withdrew as did the other in front. My tension must have registered with
medical monitoring, because my wrist unit chirped. I took the soothers -
they had a different taste, one I found familiar but couldn't place. "Very
good, Dasker." The doctor smiled down at me, seeing my tongue lapping at my
wrist unit.

"We will see how you do with your new treatment..." He guided me toward the
door, one hand on my shoulder. "And of course I will want to see you for
regular evaluation, so that we can continue to address your ...special
needs." It did occur to me just then that nothing Doctor Courangara had
prescribed had ever been intended to diminish my sexual urges, but I was no
longer sure that I wanted him to. "And if you ever get lonely, you know you
can see me privately."

He smiled, paused at the door as it whispered open for me. "Believe me when
I tell you I understand your real situation very well, and will help you
understand it too, however much you need and whenever you like... pup." His
hand slipped down from my shoulder to my bottom and gave a pat just sharp
enough to set all the nodules off at once. I gasped, he smiled, scooted me
out with a firm paw on my bottom, and the door closed behind me


			* * *


"This Disciplinary Hearing, number 55672, is called to order. Crewman and
Captain's Mate Halliday Dasker defendant, and First Officer Rnnoldt
presiding, Captain Fanng having recused himself for reason of personal bias
but retaining right of review." The red-furred first officer tapped his
gavel. "Crewman Dasker, you face charges of delinquency in compliance with
a medically ordered gymnasium regimen, willfully diverting a crewman from
execution of his assigned duties, exerting undue influence and suasion
including psionic coercion upon crewmen in pursuit of personal
satisfaction, and unauthorized access and operation of ship weaponry. This
hearing will take evidence and issue judgment on each of these charges. Do
you understand the charges against you?"

"I do, sir." The officers' mess had been rearranged for my court-martial,
tables removed except for one at the head of the room where Officer Rnnoldt
sat, the Captain at his right wearing an unreadable expression. Chairs
arranged behind me seated those officers and crewmen who were here to give
evidence in my case. I had seen the security commander who had led the
detachment which had arrested me, Crewman Arrvis looking distinctly
uncomfortable and also Doctor Courangara who greeted me with a small smile
and a nod as I took my place.

The dock, where I was standing, was a slightly raised platform in the
center of the room with a sleek, padded handrail which I gripped
nervously. The platform was set directly in front of Officer Rnnoldt's
station and lighted from below while the rest of the room was dim except
for a light that shone down on my judge and the table before him. Behind
him was a vidifax screen on the wall, currently dark. I shifted uneasily
and my wrist unit beeped. Reflexively, I lifted it to my mouth and caught
the soother tablets on my tongue.

"This hearing will take testimony from ship personnel in pursuit of this
inquiry, and will review security recordings logged by ship's systems. You
will have the opportunity to speak in your own defense. Do you understand
the terms of this hearing?"

I could feel myself blush at the mention of security recordings, as I had
already viewed the footage captured in the turret during my encounter with
Arrvis, even though I doubted this would actually be
displayed. Nonetheless, I could feel my sex swell a bit in my snug
shipman's trousers at the thought - fortunately not enough to draw the seam
that ran along my cleft tight enough to start the little lubricated nodes
humming and rubbing against me.

Realizing that the hearing was waiting on my reply, I gave it. "I do, sir."

Rrnoldt gave me a solemn nod and tapped his gavel twice. "Let us begin."

I sought my Captain's eye, but he returned only a steady, noncommittal
regard. This was not my bonded mate, but what he had to be in these
circumstances, Captain of the starcruiser Gvadakoung. The aureole of light
that pooled around the First Officer cast his stern face in half-light,
showing the curving line of the scar that cleft his eyebrow before jumping
the orbit of his eye to cut a swath through the grizzled fur of his cheek.

Looking for assurance there and finding it held in reserve made me suddenly
anxious. More than my body's impulses which had gotten me into this
situation, I was driven by a need for my Captain's affection and
approval. The uncertainty of the moment was almost overwhelming. I heard my
wrist-unit chime, lifted it to my lips, and lapped up a larger a dose of
soothers than I had yet taken.

As the tablets dissolved into a thick fluid on my tongue, I finally
recognized the taste I had found familiar before but had been unable to
place. Maybe it was the texture and the way it rolled over my tongue, but I
suddenly realized that the melting soothers tasted like thick Vargyr
cum. This was my newest prescription, the one that would leave me fully
open to the influence of the subliminal messages the doctor was preparing
for me, messages I would now inevitably associate with the distinctive
flavor of Vargyr semen flooding my mouth.

It was with this thought and the shiver it sent through me that I listened,
only half attentive, as the First Officer read through a summary of Arrvis'
own account of events as he had attested at his own hearing, and I found
myself wondering whether the Captain had be harsh or lenient on my account
until I caught myself comparing the flavor still lingering in my mouth with
the taste of Arrvis' seed and lost the drift of what First Officer Rrnoldt
was saying.

"Do you concur with the substance of Crewman Arrvis' account of your
conversation, Mate Dasker?"

"Hunh? Oh. Yes, I am sure that Arrvis would not tell anything but what
happened." I hoped that it was not immediately apparent that I had lost
track of the proceedings, but apparently was, as First Officer Rrnoldt
pressed me on particular details.

"If we may clarify," he continued remorselessly, "When Crewman Arrvis
encountered you in the C Deck aft passage, you were apparently idle and
engaged in provocative behavior, is that correct?"

"Um, yes, I suppose." I found myself recalling that encounter in explicit
detail, and was aware that I was starting to perspire. Worse, I could feel
my sex stiffening, sliding visibly under the clinging fabric of the front
panel in my pants as it swelled and throbbed.

"Can you be more specific as to the nature of the alleged provocative
behavior?" The question was delivered without particular emphasis.

"Yes, sir." I blushed. "I was in an aroused state following a conference
with Doctor Courangara in his quarters..." Murmurs from the officers in
attendance and one rude whistle.

"Order." Rnnoldt tapped his gavel sharply, and the room quieted. "To
continue, you were in the passageway outside Doctor Courangara's quarters,
in an aroused state. Is this all?" He seemed not to find it especially
provocative.

"No, sir. I was finding my uniform pants uncomfortable and was attempting
to adjust myself. My thoughts wandered but my hand didn't. Crewman Arrvis
caught me that way."

"Caught you? Do you allege that Crewman Arrvis staged an ambuscade awaiting
a chance to apprehend you?"

"No, sir. I amend my statement. Crewman Arrvis happened upon me so
engaged..."

Rrnoldt interrupted me. "To clarify, engaged in precisely what?"

"I was daydreaming, sir, while I was, um, playing with myself through the
front panel of my pants."

"To be clear on this point, you were standing in a public access-way and
openly masturbating through the front panel of your regulation trousers?"

"Yes, sir."

"And it would have been apparent to anyone that you were doing so?"

"Yes, sir." I bit my lip.

"And it was while you were so engaged that Crewman Arrvis happened by?"

"Yes, sir."

"And did he then impose himself upon you against your protest?

I blinked at that. "No, sir."

"How would you characterize his response?"

"He saw that I was in, um, distress, and offered his assistance."

"And this offer was accepted?"

"Yes, sir."

"And were you displeased when that assistance was directed toward the root
of your distress in a familiar and even intimate manner?"

"No, sir.

"Crewman Arrvis alleges that he expressed his reasoning for feeling such
attention would be welcome. Is this so?"

"Yes, sir." I blushed, recalling his hot, low voice breathing into my ear.

"Did you disabuse him of such notions?"

"No, sir."

"You agreed with him, then?" Rrnoldt was still delivering each question
dispassionately, showing only a desire to elicit the facts of the case.

"Yes, sir."

"And how would you state his position, in your own words?"

"He suggested that I act provocatively to encourage familiar or even
intimate attention from crewmates."

"And you admitted this was so?"

I blushed, but if the First Officer saw, he gave no indication. My arousal
was hot against the hollow of my hip. I reached absently to adjust it as I
replied. "Yes, sir."

"Do you recall the terms in which he expressed himself?"

"Yes, sir." I bit my lip, my hand forgetting its task.

"Will you Share these with the hearing committee?"

"Sir?" I made another half-conscious attempt to arrange my throbbing,
seeping sex surreptitiously.

"Tell us what it was he said as well as you recall, if you please."

"Yes, sir. He said he thought that I liked having my trousers snug, sir. In
front and, you know, in back."

"Those were his words, Mate Dasker? 'you know, in back'?" Rrnoldt sounded
faintly

chiding.

"No sir. He said he thought I liked to have my pants tight, sir, so that I
would be noticed by the crew. Like when I met his cabin-mate, Shipman
Orrng, and when I met the crew on E-deck. That he had heard I had put on
quite a show."

"And that is all?"

"No, sir..." I was blushing, but my hand stroked absently, instinctually,
so that as I answered, I was all the while teasing, toying with my cock.

"Then continue."

"Yes, sir. He said that he believed that I liked turning all the Vargy on
with my naughty ways, sir. With my Halivarri tail waving above my hungry
little ass, sir."

"So to clarify, not 'you know, back there', but actually your 'hungry
little ass'?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you concurred with this remarkable bit of eloquence?"

I bit my lip, squirming as I blushed to my toes. "Yes, sir."

"And that was all Crewman Arrvis had to say about the subject?"

"No, sir."

"He elaborated this theory further, then?"

"Yes, sir."

"In what terms, as well as you recall?"

I had not forgotten a single word of that conversation, indeed, could
almost still feel the heat of his body, the commanding scent of his
desire. "He asked if I was getting all boned up in my pants, sir, just from
being on a ship full of hard Vargyr cock." I bit my lip, but the words
could not be unsaid.

"I see. He actually inquired as to your motives?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you did not disagree or correct him?"

"No, sir."

"And this concluded the discussion?"

"No, sir."

"Then continue."

"Yes, sir." I took a deep breath, the soothers keeping my heart rate
steady. "He suggested that was why I stood around in accessways, sir,
stroking myself, hoping a crewman would come along."

"As you are now?"

I blinked, blushed, looked down and realized I had in fact been playing my
hand over the blatant outline of my cock, I knew not how long. I jerked my
hand away and gripped the rail. "I suppose so, sir. Sorry."

"Try to keep your, ah, 'naughty ways' under control, Mate Dasker, or I
shall be forced to conclude that you are attempting to prejudice this
court."

"Yes, sir."

"To return to our line of inquiry, Crewman Arrvis suggested that rather
than him setting an ambuscade for you, as we have established did not in
fact occur, that you were in a sense setting an ambuscade for him or indeed
any 'hard Vargyr cock' that happened along?" He gave the quoted words a
clear, precise emphasis, but without so much as a raised eyebrow. Snickers
from the edges of the room. He tapped his gavel peremtorily.

"Yes, sir."

"And you offered no agreement to this infamous allegation?"

"No, sir."

"I see. And this concluded the discussion?"

"No, sir."

"What was said next?"

"He asked whether I knew why I did that."

"And your answer?"

"That it is on account of my biological imperative, sir, with which the
Maker endowed the Halivarri people at our creation."

"The talk turned abruptly to theology? To the teachings of the Hand of the
Maker."

"No, sir. I only mention that to clarify what I meant by my biological
imperative, sir."

"I will decide what matters require clarification, Mate Dasker. The
provenance of the Made Races is not within the bounds of our judicial
scrutiny. Please refrain from such embellishments. Simply answer the
questions asked."

"Yes, sir."

"What was Crewman Arrvis' response to this?"

"He thought I had been speaking to Doctor Courangara."

"Those were his words?"

"No, sir. He inferred that I had been talking to the doctor, sir, and asked
if I was craving something bigger than a Vargyr, that I'd gone wagging my
tail at a Rakasha." I did not dare to look back over my shoulder where I
knew Doctor Courangara was hearing all of this. More snickers, and another
sharp rap of the gavel.

"Order. And have you been?"

"Sir?"

"Have you been 'craving something bigger than a Vargyr', Mate Dasker, and
'wagging your tail' at our Chief Medical officer?"

"Um. Yes, sir." I blurted. "He lets me sit in his lap, so I can feel how
big he is. Under my ...um." I had no idea why I had come out with this, and
trailed off in confusion.

"Under your, what was the phrase? Your 'hungry little ass'?"

"Yes, sir." No snickers, but the amusement of the audience was palpable.

"But Doctor Courangara played no personal role in your escapade with
Crewman Arrvis?"

"No, sir."

"I see. Then it is not strictly relevant to our inquiry. But we will leave
it as a note in the record, in the interest of clarity."

It went on from there, but I was answering automatically, in a sort of daze
with my cock seeping slickness under the front panel of my pants. As it
swelled and throbbed the rear seam nano-massagers would activate for a
brief moment to tease me behind as I related every word Arrvis had spoken
to me in our encounter, and affirmed my admission of each point he raised.

"And did you feel that Crewman Arrvis was trying to win you to his opinion,
or merely stating the facts as he understood them?"

"Stating facts, sir."

"And you did not disagree with his understanding of the facts?"

"No, sir."

"Nor object to the terms in which he expressed them?"

"No, sir. I made no objection."

"So you admit to having been in full agreement with Crewman Arrvis, and
even with the terms in which he expressed his understanding?"

"Yes, sir."

"And further, I believe that when the security detail so assigned
apprehended you, they conducted a less formal investigation on this subject
as well?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you did not deny, nor object to, the terms in which they sought to
express your motives and character?"

"No, sir."

"And that both with Crewman and later the security team, you went so far as
to describe your own motives and character in the same terms?"

"Yes, sir."

"And were you, so far as you are aware, speaking honestly at the time?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you for stating it so plainly, Mate Dasker. Are there any
allegations in that discussion that you would like to refute?"

"No, sir."

"Records Officer Warrris, you have noted each of these."

"I have, sir. Shall I read them back?"

"Yes, let us hear them. Since Mate Dasker made no objection at the time and
conceded their basis in fact, there can be no objection as our task is to
establish such facts."

"Yes, sir." said the Records Officer. "The defendant, Mate Halliday Dasker,
did aver or admit on record in this court that he likes having his pants
snug, and wants them to be noticed by the crew. That he likes turning all
of the Vargyr on with his naughty ways, with his Halivarri tail waving
above his hungry little ass."

I blushed, but my cock was full end throbbing, straining my trousers in
front so much that the rear seam was pulled tight along my cleft. Lit from
below, I knew that my arousal must be blatantly obvious. And then the
nodule array along the rear seam of my pants silently buzzed to life,
sending soft, slick teasing sensation down my cleft, intensifying as it
closed around my ring where that fat, round bead thrummed and stroked at my
sensitive bud.

"Furthermore, that he gets all boned up in his pants just from being on a
ship full of Vargyr cock, and consequently hangs around in access-ways,
stroking himself, hoping a crewman will come along." Warrris had less
control than First Officer Rrnoldt. As his recitation went on, his voice
took on an insinuating tone, a playful hint of growl.

My eyes sought those of my Captain again, but found no reassurance
there. His gaze was piercingly intent on me, his expression stony. My
breath caught, I bit my lip and my wrist unit chimed softly. I took the
soothers as they were dispensed, holding them on my tongue as they
dissolved into something with the flavor and consistency of Vargyr cum as
the Records Officer continued. I almost thought I heard Doctor Courangara's
basso purr in my ear, "That's a good pup." I did not turn around to look.

Warrris was continuing. "That this alone is what he is made for and, while
he has other talents, those are merely things he wants, while hard Vargyr
cock is what he needs." He went on, eyes raking me to watch my involuntary
responses. "That he likes to see what he does to his crewmates by the way
he teases, the way he smells, the way he stares with his big, dark eyes to
be seen looking, and practically licking his lips."

My hands gripped the rail as my head nearly reeled. There were no salacious
comments or snickers from the gallery now, only intent silence. The
officer's mess was not a small room, but in my nervousness I continued to
perspire and my tail to flick and toss, sending my natural scent out in
invisible coils. More, I could feel that my mind was seeping my arousal,
sending it out on a telempathic impulse to sound suggestively in the minds
of all those watching save the one who could isolate himself in an
invulnerable aura of mental isolation.

"That, rather than in his pretty little mouth, he likes it best up his
tight little ass." I could almost feel the eyes of those behind me - all of
them Vargyr except for Doctor Courangara - range down to my restless tail
and lower to my squirming, spot-lit backside. The rear seam, drawn snug
against me by the strain of my arousal in front, practically crawled along
my vale, the sensation trailing downward, slowly, steadily to where it
teased around my ring, throbbed and plucked across it. My hands remained on
the rail, but my hips bucked reflexively and I knew that Warrris at least
was watching my thick cock slide slickly under the panel of my pants.

"That in fact he Just can't wait to get his sweet little tailhole filled,
and that is what he wants." Warrris carressed each word with a taunting
growl, his Vargyr dominance instinct stoked by my own Halivarri traits into
a need to see me submit. "That to show how much he wants it, he will
continue for his audience until he comes." Now, from all around, I could
smell the dark, dank musk of Vargyr arousal, how it mingled with my own
scent. I swallowed nervously, and the stuff in my mouth slid thickly down
my throat. Again almost thought I heard the doctor at my ear, kindly,
encouraging, "Good pup."

"That he is a poor little slut-puppy who needs a good fucking. That he
needs to get used to needing it, since it is what he is for," Warrris was
enjoying this and he was not alone. I was blushing as hard as I ever had in
my life, but at the same time I was enjoying it, too.  I had wanted to
believe it at the time. Those listening believed it now.

"That he is a naughty Halivarri, and a little tease who needs to be
fucked." My thighs spread under the ongoing sensation of the rear seam of
my pants. "In his own words, a fuck-slut for hard Vargyr cock." I was aware
of my restless motions but powerless to prevent them, even though I had
never been more aware of how lifting my ass to squirm against the seam, or
bucking my hips to thrust my throbbing sex against the nearly sheer front
panel would indicate just that, my body's testimony to the truth.

"Further, upon investigation," Warrris continued relentlessly, "He affirmed
that in saying so, he is not telling naughty lies, and that he is just a
hungry little slut-puppy Who needs a good hard fucking, on a good hard
Vargyr knot." I could not see any of my crewmates well enough to see if
they were aroused and sliding stiffly from their sheathes but I didn't need
to see, the scent was enough. Were all of them imagining what it would be
like to have me?

Warris went on, his voice sly and insinuating as he continued to repeat
everything I'd said when asked what I really wanted, what I need, what I
am. "That in his own estimation, he is a cock-slut, a dirty little fuck-pup
who needs hard Vargyr knot and hot Vargyr cum in his naughty little mouth
and up his hungry little ass.  And that he likes being a little fuck-pet, a
naughty little slut-pup itching for thick Vargyr cock and hard Vargyr
knot." He drew out those last three words and let them hang heavily in the
air. He was done.

"Thank you for that summary, Records Officer Warrris. Mate Dasker?"

I jumped. "Sir?"

"Do you agree that the summary given is factual?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you wish to disavow any of the statements?"

I blushed, reached to try to make my erection less noticeable. As soon as
it reached its destination, my hand seemed to forget what it had come to do
and fidgeted slowly. "No, sir."

"To clarify, you support all your previous statements as the truth?"

"Yes, sir." On each slow tug of the slick material over my sex, I drew the
back seam along my cleft to tease my slick, quivering button.

"You understand that these statements will appear in the official record of
your Disciplinary Hearing, in the ship's flec library as a public record,
freely available?" First Officer Rrnoldt took pains to make this point.

"Yes, sir." One thing I had learned was that rumor flew like the wind on
the Gvadakoung. Even if officers generally did not fraternize with shipmen
and crew, Arrvis would know, and would need to buy back prestige lost to
his own hearing. Soon enough, everyone who cared to would be reading it for
themselves.

"And you do not wish to qualify your statements in any way?"

"No, sir."

"Very well, let it be so recorded. Mate Dasker, you may spend time with
your hand as you like, now that we will be hearing other testimony." Only
then did I realize that I had again been playing with myself blatantly
while others watched. I blushed and bit my lip. My hand slowed, but didn't
stop.

			* * *

The hearing did not take as long a time as I expected. We had commenced
right at the begining of fifth duty watch and the panel of officers - all
strangers to me - were sent into the ready room to seek their verdict at
the beginning of the eighth. Officer Rnnoldt called a recess for the rest
of us and food was brought in.

I was not permitted to leave the dock, but a tray was brought which fit
onto the rail, and it was supplied with a light meal made up of various
things that the all-perceptive ship systems had noted that I preferred to
eat. I glanced back at Doctor Courangara. Had his dietary orders regarding
the special supplement been put in force? He offered me the faintest smile
and a nod. I ate.

Food gave my hands and mouth something to do, but left my mind free to
speculate. I had never before been party to a legal proceeding. At home, I
had only just come of an age where I might be called upon as an auditor at
our parochial assizes. And nothing I had learned in my dutiful seasons
studying civics addressed military courts - Halivarr has no military, and
Imperium law only intruded so far as the terms of our trade status as a
sovereign client world and formalities involving how we managed our
planet's starport facilities.

So I had no basis of comparison for the court-martial, the evidence
presented, my examination on various points, the testimony of those called
to address the court or the impression these made on the jurors (if that is
what they were) watching from a row of seats off to my left. I had not
really had time to think over anything I had seen or said until now, but in
retrospect I found the trial was in many ways like my initial days onboard
the Gvadakoung, with all the crew eyeing me in a way I didn't yet
understand.

Doctor Courangara had been called to speak to the physiological basis of my
sexual urges and the particulars of Halivarri instinct.  He offered a brief
explanation of both my bond with the Captain and the condition of physical
rut that this had awakened. In answer to inquiry, he said that sixteen was
a late onset, but by his best estimation I would be experiencing my
heightened urges for at least twenty years during which any physical aging
would be suspended, and that sexual activity seemed to result in physical
developments that would make me more responsive over time.

He then mentioned the broad range of pheromonal output and the involuntary
but provocative body language. (Various of those in attendance took a
moment to admire how my backside squirmed as I pumped my cock slowly.) He
spoke also of the psionic aspect of Halivarri nature, how this was not
under my control although I had been made able to detect it at work.

This point brought its own questions, and he explained my medical regimen:
exercise for body tone and limberness, massage to treat muscle soreness and
provide override relief for sexual tensions (bootleg video flecs of me on
the gymnasium massage bot were selling for a month's worth of liquor and
dreamgrass credit). He explained his prescription of anti-anxiety soother
tablets formulated with a flavor intended to assist me in both enjoying the
medication and relaxing into the experience when I acted in accord with my
Halivarri nature.

I nearly choked on my tongue as I understood that I was being intentionally
conditioned to be soothed by the taste of Vargyr semen. But even as I
blushed at the realization (snickers from the gallery) I saw that it would
indeed help me be less anxious with the crew.

Doctor Courangara explained that he had adjusted my anxiety prescription
twice - once to allow me to be consciously aware of my telepathic gift, and
the second time to enhance my susceptibility to subliminal conditioning.
Asked to expand on this, he detailed his test and my pleasing receptivity
and also his intention of setting up a program of suggestions embedded in
various ways to train me to respond without undue hesitation to those urges
which, as a healthy young Halivarri male, it was in my best medical
interest to accept and indulge.

He was asked by First Officer Rrnolt whether this meant that such behavior
as I had exhibited was due to traits I owed to my Halivarri heritage and
said that yes, it was precisely what he meant. One of the Review Panel
asked if it were true that I had been "waving my tail" at him. The doctor
turned to favor me with an indulgent smile, and allowed that I had visited
him in his quarters seeking counseling regarding his state of rut, that I
had indeed sat in his lap and squirmed until he had indeed been aroused,
and that I had seemed to be more comfortable with my bottom snug against
his full maleness.

Another asked about the specific testimony I had given, and whether I was
in his opinion sincere in such statements or merely speaking out of fear
that I would be taken by force. Doctor Courangara said that he was
confident of my sincerity. While he believed I had in a fashion been
coached to express myself in terms that my crewmates wished to hear, he
also believed that while unscientific and imprecise, my self-description as
"a naughty little slut-pup who needs hard Vargyr cock and hot Vargyr cum in
his naughty little mouth and up his tight little ass" was substantially
true, and that regular and vigorous activity would most likely make it
moreso.

He left the stand to much amusement and speculative talk among those
present, and Crewman Arrvis was called forward next.

Arrvis seemed reluctant, and daunted by the officers of the hearing, but I
learned that he had been offered mitigation of his own sentence if he
agreed to appear at my hearing. He cast a somewhat guilty glance toward me
at this disclosure, but I smiled and shook my head to show there were no
hard feelings, which seemed to relieve him a great deal. Yes, he was
willing to answer any questions regarding his role in the incident.

It was observed from the bench that my account of our meeting had largely
agreed with his, and that it was conceded that we had both been telling the
truth, and this relieved him further. He was asked whether he had
previously known that some physical cues, such as the actions he had found
me in the midst of, were performed instinctually rather than with conscious
intent to arouse. He had not.  Had he been under the impression that I was
intentionally soliciting familiar behavior? Yes, he had been under that
impression. Had I rebuffed his attentions in any way? No, if anything my
responses had given the impression that I had wanted them to continue and
to go further.

Arrvis was asked about our discussion as we initiated our intimacies and
whether I had reported it correctly. He grinned toothily. He apologized
that he could not recall the specifics himself, as he had been quite
thoroughly distracted by my charms, and had merely been saying whatever
came into his head. He confirmed that my account seemed likely to be
accurate as far as he could remember.

He then was asked if he had intended his remarks in any pejorative sense
and seemed genuinely surprised. No, he had not. Everything he had said was
meant as sincere appreciation.  Did he think I was just a slut-pup and so
forth? He did not, but thought that I wanted to and should be. I blushed
and reflexively squeezed my cock in a slow, pumping stroke. He saw this,
grinned fiercely at me and winked. He was allowed to leave the stand.

The security detail commander, who it seemed was named Harrnn, was called
next and questioned more briefly. Yes, his crew had indulged in some
liberties with their stun-batons, not having had orders to the
contrary. No, he could not recall what had suggested the idea, but he had
felt compelled to demonstrate to me that he and his crew was in charge. He
had not had any intention to harm me or even to hurt me.

Harrnn said that would characterize his behavior and that of his crew as
playful. My behaviour he would characterize as eager to be played with.  I
had not offered any resistance, but seemed more than ready to offer
whatever they wanted. Did he think that I had meant the words they had
persuaded me to share? He did.  Did he believe that I was just a fuck-slut
and so on.  He did not believe that I was only a fuck-slut, but that I
truly deserved and enjoyed that reputation.  He was thanked and allowed to
step down.

This concluded the testimony.  The Review Panel was informed that they
would be sequestered in the ready room while they reached a verdict on all
charges. They would have flecs of the full testimony, and refreshments
would be provided. They would begin at once.

I was tense and shaken, ravenously hungry and moreover highly and
conspicuously aroused (a glance down confirmed that the lighting of the
dock showed my erection quite plainly. I also saw that I had been playing
with myself again, and I moved my hand back to the hand-rail. I looked up
to the bench where First Officer Rrnoldt was speaking easily to the Captain
and to Records Officer Warrris. When I finally caught my Captain's eye, he
finally relented and gave me a smile along with a look that could only be
described as smoldering.  I squirmed and bit my lip, and he looked away.

			* * *

"Members of the Review Panel, honorable Chair, have you reached your
verdict?" First Officer Rnnoldt had resumed his impartial judicial guise.

"We have, sir." The chair of the panel was the oldest - and largest - of
those present.

"On the charge of delinquency in compliance with a medically ordered
gymnasium regimen, how do you find?"

"We find the defendant, Mate Dasker, not guilty, sir."

"On the charge of willfully diverting a crewman from execution of his
assigned duties, how do you find?"

"We find the defendant not guilty, sir."

"On the charge of exerting undue influence and suasion including psionic
coercion upon crewmen in pursuit of personal satisfaction, how do you
find?"

"We find the defendant not guilty, sir."

"And on the charge of unauthorized access and operation of ship weaponry,
how do you find?"

"With respect, sir, we find the defendant, Mate Dasker, guilty as charged."

"The bench concurs. Members of the Review Panel and honorable chair you are
dismissed."

			* * *

My tray had been removed before the panel had returned from its
deliberation, so I was able to steady myself with my hands at the rail.
Blessedly, the panel had not been asked to pass judgment on whether or not
I was a slut-pup and so on, and my arousal had diminished to a manageable
level. Still, I was on edge from awareness of my own scent (as I had not
seen a fresher since my encounter with Arrvis) and awareness of the effect
this had on those present - including my Captain.

It may not have been asked of the panel and so would not appear in the
verdict, but the public record of my court-martial would be full of the
talk I'd found falling from my lips in reply to Arrvis and his entirely
welcome attentions, and also to the guards sent to arrest us. Doctor
Courangara seemed to have heard some of this before my examination, going
by his calling me "pup" at significant moments. And so had the security
officer who had released me from my cell. I was sure to hear it again. And
now I knew also that when I was called "pup", it would really mean
"cum-slut" and "fuck-pet." Thinking about that made me shiver. I very
carefully kept both of my hands on the rail.

I had been told that I would be sentenced at my hearing, and First Officer
Rrnoldt was deep in conference with the Captain. After a short while,
Doctor Courangara was asked to join them. Occasionally, one or the other
would look my way with a measuring gaze and sometimes drawing the others'
attention to me as well as they discussed whatever they were discussing
about me. I found such looks electrifying, and almost froze under
attention. As this went on, I could feel my sex stir and swell and knew
that this would be noticed, too.  My mind was a turmoil of expectation,
anxiety, a flotsam of hopes and fears tossed on a restless sea of
uncertainty.  Predictably, my wrist unit chimed and I took my soothers,
letting them melt on my tongue, savoring the taste as they calmed me. I saw
Doctor Courangara regarding me with his warm amber eyes and just a hint of
a smile, and this time did not doubt that it was his voice at my ear when I
heard, "That's my good little pup." I swallowed, and my cock stiffened
further, but I kept my hands on the rail.

It was not very long after that they seemed to reach an agreement. My
Captain returned to his officially impartial observer's seat. Doctor
Courangara returned to the back of the room but passed closely enough for
me to catch his spicy Rakashah scent.  First Officer Rrnoldt took up his
place presiding from the bench and nodded at Records Officer Warrris that
he was ready to resume.

Defendant, Crewman and Captain's Mate Halliday Dasker, you have been found
guilty by the Review Panel of unauthorized access and operation of ship
weaponry. This bench and the Captain are in agreement with this verdict. As
this ship is the sole vessel in its fleet, no appeal of this court's
judgment can be made. Can you present any reason that its sentence shall
not be pronounced upon you?"

"No, sir." My voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat, tasted the flavor of
Vargyr cum, swallowed.

"Very well. The bench mitigates the customary sentence for this offense on
the grounds that you were led in this situation by a more experienced
crewmember and that by his own account you expressed your misgivings at the
time.  Nonetheless, your reckless action resulted in the firing of ship gun
which you are not qualified to service, much less operate.  Given the
potential danger of this mishap, I am unable to commute your sentence
entirely."

He looked at his notes for a moment, then continued. "Further, as this
investigation has brought to light, it is understood by the court that you
have particular circumstances which we must consider carefully for medical
reasons. In allowing for these, a particular sentence has been arrived at
which will also serve the necessary purpose of punishment. That sentence is
as follows:"

"Firstly, as the intrusion into restricted areas was occasioned by a desire
for privacy which given your avowed character is believed to be
unwarranted, it is ordered that you no longer attempt to disguise or
conceal intimacies that may spontaneously arise between yourself and
members of the crew, but shall be conducted at the same place where the
encounter initially occurs with allowance made only to changes of location
undertaken for reasons of safety."

I blushed at this, but saw the reasoning. If I go about soliciting
attention in public areas, then I should expect to have to follow through
on whatever attention I attract there, as well.

"Secondly, that you shall diligently pursue training in shipboard safety
and procedure, and with those elements of the Scout Service Cadet
Curriculum as are assigned to you for your own protection and that of the
safety of this ship and its crew."

"Thirdly, for your own safety, your shore leave is cancelled for all ports
of call until such time as said restriction is rescinded."

"Fourthly, you are assigned to two watches of janitorial duty on the E Deck
relief stations every other day, the watches being assigned on rotation to
assure full exposure to each shift crew."

I had not returned to E Deck since my initial unnerving experience
there. While I had been thinking of possibly returning at some point if I
found the courage, now it had been decided for me. I shivered, and reached
absently to adjust myself in the front of my pants.

"Fifthly, insofar as you have expressed no objection to such language
before this court, crewmembers of any rank will be permitted at their
discretion and in place of your surname, rank or office to address you as
`slut-pup', `fuck-pup', `cock-slut', `cum-slut' and similar terms in a
jocular manner, and these will be accepted as friendly and familiar address
and not be cause for allegations of harassment. Notice will be given to all
crew to this affect."

I shivered, and my twitching, seeping cock strained the front panel of my
trousers enough to draw the rear seam tight and set the teasing nodules in
motion.  I new how such words would be addressed to me - with a growl warm
against my ear.

"Sixth and lastly," Rrnoldt continued, jarring me back to the present, "you
will without fail attend the Captain at the Captain's table each night in
the Officers' Mess.  You shall arrive, and serve, in whatever state you
happen to be in at that time, and tardiness to address your appearance will
not be excused. Also, you will valet the Captain each night that he
requests this of you, and in all matters obey his instructions and accept
his discipline."

Arrvis had teased me with the fact that my encounter with Orrng and his
bunkmates had made me late to that duty on my first day, and sent me there
unwashed too. I blushed, recalling that after that dinner, when we were
alone in his quarters, my Captain had forbid me to use a fresher.

"Crewman and Captain's Mate Halliday Dasker, do you understand the terms of
your sentence?"

"I do, sir."

"Then you are remanded to the custody of the Captain until such time as
your duties commence. This closes Discipline Hearing number 55672. Court is
adjourned."

			* * *

The doors opened and those in attendance filed out and the light beneath me
went dark as the dock and its handrail sank into the floor. The room's
diffuse lights came up, tables appeared to arrange themselves in their
usual position. Only my Captain and I were left in the room. He had resumed
his stern visage, circled, came up to stand behind me so close that I could
feel the heat of his body. Doubtless he could feel mine.

"That was quite a display, Dasker," came his low, even voice. It was a
voice that seldom had to give an order twice. "I wonder if I have misjudged
you."

"Sir?" My ears drooped at the thought that I had disappointed him.

"Yes." I shivered. He let the word hang before he continued. "I had
expected that your, ah, indiscretion with Shipman Orrng and his bunkmates
would be an exceptional occurrence , but here I learn that you have already
made a conquest of his bunkmate whom you had not yet enjoyed, and have even
made advances on our formidable Doctor Courangara."

"Yes, sir." I had said as much at my hearing already. It was pointless to
deny or justify it now.

"I value discipline in my crew, Dasker, but it seems you are determined to
set it on its ear." His muzzle tickled my ear as he spoke, the first he had
actually touched me since our last night together after the Orrng
incident. "Indeed, I despair of you ever learning to discipline your own
hands.

I blushed to my toes, abruptly aware that I had been handling myself since
halfway through my sentencing. I froze, then felt the Captain lay his hand
over my own, his fingertips stroking the gaps between my fingers, just
grazing my sex. "No," he said, breath warm in my ear as he let his muzzle
brush me there. "Do not stop. Continue, but know you are doing it and that
I know, too." His hand moved my own along my sex slowly so that his own
fingertips stroked me as well.

"And such language you let the crew use with you, Dasker." A soft growl
burred his voice as he continued. "I am almost forced to agree with Crewman
Aarvis that if you are not a naughty little slut-pup yet that you at least
want to be one." I shivered as those words fell from my bond-mates lips
into my ear. "And I think you should be. pup." His hand caught the fabric
of the panel of my uniform pants, slick with hours of my precum, slid it up
along my cock, drawing the rear seam tight. I squirmed. He nipped my ear
with his teeth.

"Doctor Courangara omitted to tell the hearing about the alterations he has
made to your uniform, Dasker. But he told me.  Perhaps I had ought to see
that the crew know as well, or perhaps I shall let them make the discovery
on their own." Palming my hand over my sex, stroking me with that slick
panel, tugging that seam against me as he spoke, over and over. "I have
been trying to decide what punishment you ought to have, Dasker, just from
me." His voice was deep and dark.

"I think I have decided at least where I should begin. I will have your
uniform top altered as well, here, and here." My Captain's other hand came
around my chest, followed the cropped hem of my shirt where it ran right
over my upper pair of nipples from right to left, strumming with his
thumb. "The same kind of nan0-driven massagers, but much, much more
sensitive to motion. They'll trigger when you breathe. Would you like that,
Dasker? A little reminder of me wherever you go?"

"Yes, sir." I was beginning to realize that he was in no way upset with
me. His intense and stern demeanor, it seemed, had been to mask his own
profound arousal. He moved forward and I felt his sex press against me from
behind.

"That's my good little pup." He bucked his hips once, slowly. I was too
short for him to press himself against my ring, but I could feel just a
hint of his knot at the top of my cleft, and the thickness of his length
along the base of my tail. The hand on my chest stroked down, ruffling the
soft fur on my torso, thumbing over the two lower nipples on my left. His
other hand continued to pump my cock slowly with my own, deliberately
tugging the rear seam tight with each stroke.

"But we were discussing punishments, weren`t we. pup?" I moaned. He flicked
my ear with his tongue. "I have decided on another one, from me to you. I
bucked my seeping sex into his hand, he stilled me, then stroked me again -
more slowly. "If you continue to be naughty, Dasker, I don't think you
should be allowed to share my bed every night.  I think I will have to give
you your own room, so I can send you there when you misbehave." My heart
pounded at the thought of being separated. My wrist unit chirped at me, and
I raised it to lick up my soothers, let them melt on my tongue.

"Oh, not every night. But often enough for you to appreciate the honor when
I allow you to bed with me. Otherwise, your place will be down on C Deck,
across from the Canteen. Orrng took you there, didn't he? It is a popular
spot." His and wandered to tease over my lower right nipples idly. "But I
don't think you should need a door or any privacy screen, do you? Not now
that I finally understand how much you need to be on display." He bucked
his hips again and tugged the slick panel of my pants upward.

"You know Records Officer Warrris. His hobby is taking holoprints, very
sensitive work. Very artistic. I think I shall have you model for him,
Dasker. Would you like that? The prints wouldn't really be dignified enough
for my quarters, but I think they'd look nice in yours. Something else for
all your friends to look at." He was growling in my ear, teasing me,
keeping me hard and wanting. "But that is for other nights, Dasker." His
voice softened to something softer and more tender. "Because that hearing
was really very moving, although I am sure it was stressful for you. And I
intend to show you that I don't mind anything your Halivarri nature needs,
Dasker. I think if I did try to keep you to myself, I would face a mutiny."
His arms around me tightened into a hug. "So I will do what I said.  Never
doubt it. But so you can be naughty and misbehave, pup, not because you
do."

"And I will have my time with you, Hali - when and where I like." I
shivered, and felt something like a chuckle behind me. "For now however,
tonight, you will come with me to quarters and you will help me out of this
uniform, and I will explain my expectations fully, pup, until I am sure you
understand, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

I let him lead me away then, to explain himself privately. I would do my
best to understand.