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Marco walked down the dim hall of the dingy merchant ship, his eyes on his data pad. He was nearly done taking stock of the meager but helpful supplies they’d requisitioned from the ship. Thatch would be pleased, Marco thought, since the ship evidently dealt in trading spices and foodstuffs. The merchant ship had the misfortune to be within magnetic range of the Moby Dick , the Whitebeard Pirates’ main ship. It was their standard operating procedure to board all foreign vessels and raid their stores for anything useful. Since the little ship wasn’t aligned with Whitebeard’s territory, they were fair game for the taking. The Pirates would leave enough supplies for the ship to get to its next location but other than that they’d take whatever was deemed useful.

The 4th division had raided the merchant’s wares after putting the few crew members in containment cubes. The crew hadn’t put up a fight so no battle had taken place; the few beings that worked on the ship were merely being restrained to prevent any annoyance that might occur. Whitebeard wasn’t in the business of causing undue damage to ships or beings, especially not those on the periphery of his territory. All Marco had left to do was to scan all the beings on the foreign crew for their human DNA percentage and he could go back to his own division. 

Along with taking supplies, it was standard procedure to scan all foreign crew members for their human percentage. Humans as a species had been extinct before Marco was born, but a few creatures in the galaxy had high percentages of human DNA. The higher the human DNA (hDNA), the better chances were for the being to be compatible for reproduction across species. Creatures with hDNA were in great demand but the availability was incredibly low.

Humans had been the best incubators ever found; their little bodies seemingly designed only for sexual reproduction. They had no horns, hooves, claws, scales, fangs, armor, or venom - only smooth skin, soft hair, and tight holes. It was like the universe had made them for fucking, every curve and line of their weak bodies enticing to all species across the galaxy. Once the first human had been found, their planet had been quickly raided for humans in their fertility window and sold across the galaxy as incubators and sex pets. 

Unfortunately many humans did not survive the transition from their planet to another. One of the issues was that humans were delicate, only able to tolerate a very small range of temperatures and conditions. Most had died quickly, unable to bear the harsh conditions into which they were sold or placed. As more humans were taken, other species learned what humans needed for survival through trial and error. 

And humans made for incredible incubators. Almost all races were compatible with humans, the females able to carry young from an incredible range of alien races. The birthing process was messy and complicated but many found the process worthwhile. Many alien races were saved from the brink of extinction by mating with human females, their children slightly weaker but able to carry on their genetic lineage. Human males were mostly kept as pets; they were less commonly used for mating but it did happen from time to time. 

Those who did not need humans for incubation found they made excellent pets if kept within narrow life supporting conditions. Humans were amusing, social, crafty, but ultimately foolish creatures. It had been determined that they did best when they had a singular master controlling their lives and issuing commands. Many aliens came to love their human pets, elevating them nearly to the status of a partner. Alas, full blooded humans did not last long in the universe.

The problem was that so many humans were taken and sold off to different races that no one thought to let the humans reproduce with one another to create more humans. Not only that but pure blooded human children took an incredibly long time to develop into adults, needing tending long after most species would be considered matured. No one wanted to spend the time or effort breeding humans with one another, everyone wanted humans for their own ends. 

Which meant that after only a few short galactic cycles, all the pure blooded humans were gone. It was said that the Galactic Government had a small cohort of humans that they kept for themselves but Marco had never heard of anyone actually seeing the humans. Those born of humans were later mated themselves, leaving each subsequent generation with a lower and lower hDNA percentage. Many beings had some hDNA in them, but not enough to make a significant difference. 

Even after humans themselves went extinct, their descendants still carried on some of their genetic capabilities, particularly around reproduction. So the higher the hDNA, the more desirable a partner would be for mating and reproduction. Anything above 20% was highly sought after, though exceedingly rare. It had been many galactic cycles since humans had gone extinct and the percentages dropped with each subsequent generation. Females would boast about their hDNA numbers as long as they weren’t too high. Beings with high hDNA percentages over 30% ended up getting trafficked into slavery and sold to the highest bidder unless they could find a mate who could protect them from such a fate. 

Marco didn’t have great hopes for high hDNA percentages given the crew members he saw in the individual cubes. Containment cubes were a useful tool used widely in the galaxy - able to be sized to almost any size of cargo, nearly unbreakable walls, able to be moved with a hover pad, and the walls could be made transparent or opaque. Most ships used them for their intended purpose of storing and moving supplies. The cubes weren’t initially designed to store living beings but the off label use was extremely helpful. 

Still, when ships would be raided, it was common to access everyone’s hDNA percentage. Whitebeard was firmly against the slave trade but he wasn’t above keeping beings for his own purposes if the need arose. Whitebeard was unique among the Emperors in that he specialized in collecting strays - most of the Commanders were the last of their kind of species, Marco included. Pops had always encouraged his crew to try and multiply their numbers, and humans were their best best. Unfortunately no crew Marco had ever scanned had anyone with a hDNA score over 20. 

In his youth, Marco viewed every scrap of information he had found on humans. He was completely fascinated by their kind and had thought through how he’d take care of one before many of his sleep cycles. It had been his dream to find a full blooded human and become their master, to have someone to take care of who would depend on him for everything. He also fantasized about mating a human female in order to continue his dying species. Marco spent hours pouring over documents, images, and videos of humans that had been taken before their untimely demise.

Oh, the videos. Marco had watched every human mating video he could find, fisting his cock and imagining he was the one plunging into the female humans. The females were diminutive and soft, their skin easily marred during a rough taking. Both sexes made incredible noises when aroused, the sounds never failing to make Marco hard. But what he really enjoyed watching were videos where the females were brought to orgasm, their tight holes clenching around the partner they’d been given. It was not always a given that the female came in the vids. Most species did not care one way or another for the pleasure of female humans since it was not a requirement for successful breeding. But Marco searched archive after archive, looking for vids where the female was lost in herself, completely succumbing to the sensations her partner brought to her. How he wanted to see a human's little face scrunch in pleasure as she milked his cock. It was one of his most enduring fantasies, lasting longer than any other. 

Alas as he got older, Marco realized the naivety of his quest but his heart still harbored a secret wish to find a human and mate them. It was why he personally scanned all foreign crews despite being the Commander of his own division and a physician besides. Sighing again, he looked at the small row of containment cubes stacked on top of one another.

Various common species were present but Marco still dutifully scanned them all. Marco pointed the device at the first cube, which seemed to contain a calm looking Kumate. It was also important to scan and determine what races every being was in case of an aggressive species, you couldn’t just tell by looks alone. 

“Two percent human. Kumate.” 

Marco had a knack for correctly guessing what most beings were after scanning and meeting so many for years. Moving on, Marco scanned the next cube with a bored looking Torino inside. Marco suspected they’d been raided before, it was all part and parcel of running merchandise outside of the Galactic Government’s system. 

“Five percent human. Torino.”

Marco was feeling bored himself as he scanned the next cube. It looked like there was a sweating Three Eye inside, laying on her stomach in the small rectangular prism. Marco considered the female, who was steadfastly avoiding eye contact with him. She was much more agitated than her counterparts, moving about as much as she could within the small container. It was too bad she was a Three Eye – they outwardly looked the most similar to humans but couldn’t be crossbred since the males had three pronged genitalia and the females had a matching vagina. They could only reproduce with each other and weren’t often found without another Three Eye since the race preferred telepathic communication. Curious.

“100 percent human. Human.”  The robotic voice chirped. Marco stopped in place and looked at the scanner. 100 percent? Not possible. After shaking the device, Marco scanned the cube again. The Three Eye inside had gone pale and wasn’t moving around anymore.

“ 100 percent human. Human. ” Now Marco was sure the scanner was broken. He pointed it at himself and activated it, waiting to see if it said he was 100% human too.

“ Eight point five percent human. Phoenix. ” the scanner read out loud. Now Marco’s brow furrowed even more. That was his correct percentage and species, so why was it malfunctioning on the Three Eye? Marco hummed and tapped the top of the containment cube with his finger. It was connected to the controller cuff around his wrist – they’d procured some shipments of the newest cuffs available and Marco hadn’t had time to look through all the features yet. Even so, he could use it for something as simple as containment cubes. The cube hovered and awaited his movements, programmed to follow behind him. Even though Marco had no doubt the issue was a simple scanner malfunction, his blood was pumping with the fantasy that he’d found a human.  

Your POV

You were so fucking screwed.

You’d joined Nacl’s crew precisely because he didn’t look too closely and didn’t ask you any questions beyond if you could lift 50 weight units. You thought you would work with him for a few galactic cycles, make a few credits, and move along to bigger and better things. Namely, getting more resources needed at the Outpost before heading back home. No one had told you to go on this mission, in fact they'd forbidden you from going. So you had commandeered one of the two working space vessels and taken off into the void before anyone could stop you. 

And things had been going great for a while - you learned some of the more recent technological advancements you hadn’t seen on the Outpost, you worked, and you’d even been able to taste something you’d been wanting since childhood - chocolate. You had a few credits to your name and you only had a few more to earn in order to afford the medicine you needed. Then you could head back to the outpost and put this whole stupid misadventure behind you. 

Until the fucking Whitebeard Pirates showed up out of nowhere. 

You weren’t completely unaware, you knew it was a possibility. But you thought it was a possibility in the way that a star exploding was a possibility, or like being sucked into a black hole was a possibility. The Whitebeard Pirates didn’t bother with small fry like Nacl’s ship, or so you thought. They fought the Galactic Government, other Pirates, and generally protected the planets under their control. You thought you would be safe, your identity hidden behind a shoddy Three Eye disguise.

You weren’t.

Not when you saw Marco the Phoenix personally scanning your crew members, the device reading out everyone’s species and hDNA score. He looked similar to his wanted posters but they didn’t do him justice. He was incredibly tall, his bird-like legs ending in sharp talons that clacked against the floor as he walked. He had a rather aquiline face, his mouth almost beak-like. His arms were normal but ended in taloned hands, unlike your own blunt fingers. But his most grabbing feature were his eyes - large teal eyes with a dark ring around them. Even though you didn’t want to attract his attention, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at their beauty. Eventually you broke your stare and looked back down at your hands.

He was humanoid in this form, but he had others as you’d seen on various video feeds. Marco could also change his anatomy and turn into a full Phoenix, a deadly opponent on the battlefield. The Whitebeard Pirates were a favorite among your crew to watch on vids and you were glad that at least you knew who you were dealing with and how strong they were. 

You’d gone into the containment cube without protest, trying to copy the demeanor of your crew members. The Silk Road didn’t have the same kind of fancy equipment as the pirates did, they only had hover cubes that functioned as basic storage units. Fred the Torino said that they’d been raided before and if there was no fighting they’d be left in one piece. You thought that meant the Whitebeards would free you once they’d finished taking the spices and food the ship had been transporting. You hadn’t expected the First Division Commander Marco to personally be scanning the crew for hDNA percentages. You didn’t even know they had mobile hDNA scanners. 

Technology on Lafftale Outpost was old and outdated, transferred from person to person as the need arose. You weren’t up to date on the most recent technology and it had almost cost you your cover several times. The Silk Road, Nacl’s ship, was a technological wonderment to you and you had to fake understanding of many things before you got the hang of everything.

But now it was all for nothing. This stupid fucking pirate was going to scan you and take you and sell you and you’d have to be a sex pet or breeder for some disgusting jelly alien or a tentacle alien or they’d freeze you to death or serve you only raw food you couldn’t eat and your sister was right you should have listened you-

Ok, you needed to calm down before you hyperventilated. You took a deep breath and held it in your lungs, expelling it slowly. You weren’t completely out of options. You’d just have to wait and plan your escape before they sold you at the nearest slave auction. There were a few escape pods still on the Silk Road, you would need to get to one before they figured out exactly what you were.

Except it looked like he was taking you to their massive ship.

Fuck.

Marco POV

Marco had the containment cube trailing behind him to the next available transport beam, his mind mulling over the facts thus far. The Three Eyes was even more agitated than before, testing the containment unit for any faulty design that would open the hatch and release it. It wasn’t possible but he did give you credit for trying. You still hadn’t spoken to him, which was understandable. He had a fearsome reputation in the galaxy, his bounty in the billions. Many creatures were scared to be in his presence, even though he wasn’t particularly aggressive unless provoked. 

Your agitation steadily increased as he approached the transport beam in the next supply room, your three eyes wide and fearful as you watched cargo being beamed aboard. Thatch was overseeing the taking of the cargo and hailed Marco as he came up. Thatch himself had a high hDNA percentage, a fact he kept carefully hidden. Humans weren’t known for their fighting abilities and he didn’t want to appear weak, especially as a Whitebeard Commander. The rest of his DNA was comprised of a warrior species, complete with scales, forked tongue and muscled tail, but Marco understood why he was one of the few who knew Thatch’s secret. 

“Whatcha got there? A Three Eyes? Cute, but why are you taking her?” he asked, looking you over in the cube. You bristled and tried to hide your face from his perusal. You were cute, Marco thought to himself, but that didn’t have anything to do with it. 

“Abnormality on the scanner. I want to examine her more closely on the ship. Come by after you’ve completed your duties if you’d like,” he said, making sure his tone was casual. Marco did want to talk to Thatch but didn’t want to make his findings known in front of anyone else. Besides, the most likely outcome was that she turned out to be a Three Eyes and Marco sent her on her way with an apology and put in a ticket to have his scanner adjusted. 

The cube trailed behind Marco as he stepped into the beam. The being had all three of her eyes trained on the beam, crouching as far back in her cube as she could, which wasn’t very far. Her face drained of blood and she looked like she was going to scream, though she still hadn’t spoken to him. Strange , Marco thought, transport beams were invented by her race. She should have been well familiar with them. Just one more mystery to solve, he supposed. 

He had the two of you beamed to the port closest to the infirmary, walking briskly after the beaming was completed. You were panting heavily, as if relieved that you’d made it through without disintegrating. Marco’s gut was telling him there was something unusual about you, and he’d been on the Grand Line long enough to trust it. He was going to discover whatever secrets you were hiding.

Entering into his private lab in the infirmary, Marco turned to you as the doors locked behind him automatically with a tiny snick. You were scanning the room, likely looking for an escape route. Marco watched you for a few moments until you realized all his attention was on you. You stilled and licked your lips, watching him closely.

Marco leaned over and tapped the cube with his left hand. It turned vertical so your feet were now by the floor of the lab. A quick tap in succession and the cube’s hatch opened, dropping you to the floor with a small thud. The cube folded itself up until it was the size of his talon and placed itself within the inventory in his controller. You were watching the proceedings like they were magic instead of the commonplace technology available throughout the galaxy. The Three Eyes were technologically advanced, he was certain you would have seen this kind of thing before.

After the cube was gone, your eyes snapped to him, as if you finally realized you were trapped in a room alone with him. Marco nearly smiled, you telegraphed your thoughts and feelings so clearly he didn’t need to be from a telepathic race to understand your next move. Marco leaned against an examination table as you fidgeted in front of him. As a powerful Commander, he was used to making others uncomfortable with his presence alone. He was going to use that to his advantage.

“Why does my scanner show that you’re one hundred percent human?” Marco asked curiously, his eyes roving over your smaller form. 

“It’s broken,” was your quick reply, the sound of your true voice detectable even as your words were translated. Marco’s head tilted slightly – your universal translator was external? He hadn’t seen one of those since he was a child many cycles ago. They’d all been replaced by internal translation units for a long time. External translators were faulty and finicky and internal ones were cheap – why were you using one?

“It functions correctly on your crew mates and myself. So why not on you?” he continued. He stood up, his talons clacking against the metal floor. He advanced towards you, watching your every movement with his sharp eyes. You swallowed and took a step back for each of his steps forward until your back hit the wall. You were fairly short, the top of your head only reaching to the middle of his chest. Not uncommon across the galaxy, but further settling in a suspicion Marco was more seriously considering.

Marco reached for your arm, feeling your wildly racing pulse as he took your slim wrist in his hand. He removed a thin metal bracelet from his controller and Marco snapped it on your wrist before you could react. You licked your lips and stared at it, as if unsure what it was. 

“A few more tests and I’m sure I’ll be sending you back to your crew,” he said quietly, watching you squirm against the wall. He should really have backed up to give you space but something in him liked having you underneath his body, your body heat radiating onto his front. Your scent alone had his cock hardening, you bore a scent that he couldn’t quite place. He wanted to sniff you all over and find the source, lick it off you with his tongue. The smell was yet another abnormality since Three Eyes tended to smell like mold, especially the females. Whatever it was, you were making him harder than he'd been for many cycles.

“Is this mandatory?” you asked, your eyes looking anywhere but his face. Your translator gave your voice a metallic tinge, Marco wondered what you’d sound like without it.

“Yes.”

Your POV

You didn’t know what nearly anything in the room was for nor what any of the tests Marco was running were for. The Silk Road wasn’t very technologically advanced, which was why you were able to covertly learn along the way and fake your way through various tasks until you were proficient. Now you were trapped with Marco, in an examination room, and no closer to getting away from him or the ship. 

You startled as the thin bracelet around your hand chirped twice, a green light flashing. You watched it, trying to make sense of what it was detecting. Marco gently pushed you towards an examination table, needing to pick you up to set you on the high platform. You would have protested but your attention was drawn by the bracelet’s lights changing colors to red.

“Hey, what’s this-  ow!” you yelped a moment later. It had jabbed you quickly with a small needle. Not enough to hurt, but enough that it wasn’t a pleasant surprise. Marco barely gave you a glance as he looked down at his data pad. His was fancier than any you’d seen before but that didn’t mean much. His eyes were practically glued to the information it was spitting out even though his stance was still the same. You tried discreetly pushing the bracelet off your wrist but it tightened as you tried to get it over your thumb joint.

“It stays on. Measures your vitals, blood flow, oxygen saturation, things like that,” Marco explained absently, scrolling through the information with a taloned finger. He finished reading and looked at you, as if seeing you anew. 

“Lean back against the chair,” Marco ordered, placing his data pad on a nearby counter. You eyed the door but decided against making a break for it. He hadn’t directly said anything about you being a human or reacted in any way towards the test results. Maybe he didn’t know? Maybe the tests weren’t identifying you since humans were de facto extinct? Either way, he was much stronger than you and if all he wanted was you to lean back, it wasn’t so bad. You’d comply for now until you saw an opening to get away. 

The bench shifted before your eyes. Instead of being a bench it was now a stylized chair, almost like a dentist’s chair you’d seen once in an old human book. You put your arms on the armrests and settled your legs down, trying to calm your racing heart with a deep breath.

Until ionic cuffs bound you to the chair.

The red forcefields seemed to come out of the air itself, binding your wrists and ankles to the chair. You struggled, bowing your middle outwards in an effort to get away. Marco frowned and tapped the control panel on his data pad. Ionic bonds wrapped around your midsection, neck, elbows and knees, pulling you flush against the chair. You were completely trapped. 

“Let me go!” you yelled as the bottom half of the chair split. Your legs were now separated from one another, every part of your body immobilized by the bonds. Marco came closer to you, his taloned hand reaching for your head. You shrank back, you definitely knew what was coming next. You regretted yelling, and bit your lip to stop from crying out when he hit you. Marco’s frown deepened. 

Marco POV

Marco’s eyes kept rereading the reports as the data came from the creature’s blood. The results were conclusive.

You were human. 

A fully, completely, one hundred percent human female.

Marco kept his features and body language the same as his mind raced with the information but he couldn’t keep his thoughts from straying with every errant thought that came to mind. There was so much he needed to do, so much he needed to prepare for you. The fact that he had a human, a female human in breeding range, was monumental. He’d have to tell Pops of course, right away. It would shake the New World galaxy once the news spread that Whitebeard had a human female. He’d keep it quiet for as long as he could but there was no way a finding of this magnitude would remain secret for long.

But beyond telling his Captain, Marco's mind started to race with the amount of supplies you needed.  There were so many things that humans needed for survival, he’d have to get you new clothes, he’d have to get Thatch to make you special food, he’d have to have an enclosure made for you, get special lights,…Marco quickly tapped out a list of items he’d need and orders he would need to give after he talked to Pops.

You were still struggling against the bonds of the inspection chair, but Marco wasn’t worried. That chair had held Fire Fist when he first joined the Whitebeard Pirates and he had incredibly strong pyro-enhancements. You were weak, not able to break through the thin clinical cuff he put on you earlier, much less the inspection chair. You were trying desperately to get away like an animal in a trap. Marco felt so much pity for you and even reached over to pat your head, a gesture humans enjoyed.

He wanted to reassure you that you didn’t need to be worried anymore, you had him. And Marco knew exactly how to take care of you. He just had to acclimate you to your new circumstances and have you accept him as your Master. Humans needed one creature to listen to as an ultimate authority and they often clung to the first kind being they encountered. Humans needed someone to firmly guide them, to provide boundaries, rules, tender care, and sufficient sexual outlets. You would come to understand that he was going to help you, that you needed someone to watch over you. Humans weren’t the kind of creatures that could be left to their own devices. You were lost in the galaxy, a creature that needed tending and someone to care for them. 

It wasn’t purely selfish that Marco wanted to become your master. Humans were social creatures, they needed a master otherwise they became despondent and listless. In your case, that would be Marco, and he’d happily take on that role. You were lucky that Marco had been the one to find you. Marco was stern but fair, part of an incredibly strong crew, and most importantly, knew a lot about humans. 

Which raised another question - where had you come from? Why had you been pretending to be a Three Eyes on a small merchant vessel? Marco quickly tapped out a message to Thatch, asking him to grab all your belongings off the other ship. They might hold clues as to your origins or perhaps contain a comfort item or two. Humans were an emotional and sentimental species and often clung to various inanimate objects during times of duress. He didn't intend to upset you but based on your reaction, he surmised you might be unhappy with his treatment of you thus far.

“Let me go!” you squeaked at him, trying to escape your bonds. Oh right, the translator. The old one was likely causing you pain or headaches in addition to being outdated. That had to go, he’d replace it with a new model soon.

Your eyes were wild as Marco reached behind your head to turn off your translator. Poor little human, so frail and afraid. Your shoulders hiked and your eyes scrunched shut, as if awaiting a blow from him. Marco frowned, he didn’t like that you had a defensive response. Where had you learned that? Who had struck you before? Were you escaping from another master? The thought of someone hurting you, a defenseless and weak human, had him clenching his fist. Calming his mind, he reminded himself that you were now his, and you’d never have to deal with such things again. He’d keep you safe from anything in the universe.

Marco’s fingers bent your ear forward to see the external translator. The site it was implanted in was red and bothered, whoever had done it wasn’t a professional. He would have to ensure you weren’t getting some kind of infection from it; the very thought of you being in pain upset him. He hummed in thought as his fingers adjusted the external box. Now it was only receiving communications but wouldn’t be able to transmit them, so you’d be able to understand him even if he couldn’t understand you. 

He would replace it eventually but truthfully he also wanted to capture some of your human language. There hadn’t been many recordings made of humans speaking to one another in their own language, so recording the words you used might prove scientifically helpful at some point in the future. In his heart, he also wanted to hear what your little voice sounded like without being translated. His memory of the human mating vids was crystal clear. Would you make noises like that?

“Don’t worry, little human. I will take excellent care of you,” he said, trying to approximate a human smile with his mouth. His species was not in the habit of smiling but he tried his best to make you feel at ease. Apparently that was not the thing to do because he got an alert that your heart rate was spiking beyond normal range. 

“Calm down. I will not harm you,” Marco said decisively. Your heart rate did not change and in fact became faster. Marco belatedly remembered that humans were notoriously bad at controlling their body functions, not even being able to modulate their body temperature, heart rate, or blood flow. No wonder your species had died out. You were squeaking rapidly to him but he didn’t understand what you were saying. He was right to turn off your translator, your voice was melodic and sweet to his ear. He couldn’t wait to inspect you and see if humans really produced all the sounds he’d seen on videos.

“I will replace your translator soon. It is causing you pain and is outdated. In the meantime, I cannot understand you,” Marco said, gently grabbing your jaw. You tried quickly turning your head to knock off his hand, but your efforts were futile. He wanted to hold you, so he would. You would come to understand that his desires were commands, not suggestions. As he held your small face, he ran a thumb over your cheek. Your skin was so soft, he’d never felt anything so smooth in his life. He wanted to run his fingers over every part of you, see if the rumors about human epidermis were true. But for now he would touch you as much as possible to acclimate you to his touch. 

“I am going to examine you and determine your level of health and sexual compatibility. Afterwards, I will contact my Captain and inform him of your existence. He will let us know further steps. Be assured little pet, I will not let anyone take you from me,” he said, watching you with unblinking eyes. You shrank back as much as you could within the confines of the bonds.

“I am your new Master. My name is Marco and I am the physician and Commander of the First Division of the Whitebeard Pirates. You are mine.”

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Your POV

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you listened to Marco declare himself your new master. This was everything you had feared – maybe worse. Because now instead of being sold to some alien made of hair follicles or a living sponge or being forced to have weird alien babies that would rip you in half, you were going to be monitored by an infamous pirate on a notorious ship. You weren’t completely ignorant of his feats, some of your crew liked to watch vid footage of fights during breaks. You’d seen Marco shift into his full Phoenix form and decimate other pirate crews, Galactic Fighters, even Admirals of the Galactic Government. He was one of the strongest pirates in the New World – and was now saying you were his pet. Your chances of escaping back to the Outpost were dwindling by the second.

“No! I don’t have a master! I’m my own person!” you yelled at him, trying to free your wrists from their confines. He watched you with cool detachment, his fingers digging deeper into your jaw. Almost every other creature in the universe was stronger than you, so you hoped Marco knew his own strength. You’d heard countless horror stories from survivors on Lafftale Outpost of abuse suffered at the hands of others – some intentional, some not. Humans had often been killed through thoughtless actions of other species, even something as small as being gripped by the jaw could be deadly for you. Marco’s hallux did one more circle on your cheek before he removed his hand. You couldn’t read his face at all, his eyes coldly assessing you.

“Now how are you making the third eye, hm?” he asked, his face moving closer to yours. There wasn’t anywhere for you to move, you waited with bated breath as he looked over you. If your translator had been working, you would have told him. He wasn’t wrong about the translator, either. It was bulky and had hurt since your sister installed it for you at Lafftale but there hadn’t been another option. Now that Marco had turned it off, you really were like the pet he had called you. The thought had your face burning with humiliation as he poked at the eye on your forehead. His talon went through it to your forehead while he studied your face closely.

“Interesting. It’s a holographic projection of…your left eye. Fairly realistic at a far range, not so much up close. So where is the-” Marco trailed off, the pads of his fingers pushing through your hair to your scalp. You were scared he was going to slice you but he was careful to avoid his claws from touching your scalp. His touch surprisingly gentle now for how tightly he had been gripping your jaw.

“Ah, here,” he said, finding the projector hidden in your hair. He parted your hair, carefully examining the spot where your sister had glued it to your scalp. The projector was small, no bigger than your pinky nail and had been the hardest item to steal when you’d left Lafftale. He hummed looking at it then turned and went to a far cabinet. As he walked away, you looked around the room. You hadn't given it much thought when he had brought you here but maybe there would be something that could help you. Unfortunately the room was sterile and mostly empty -- there was the chair you were on, a few hover stools, a couple hover tables and trays, and many cabinets. Based on the unfamiliar object you'd already seen you probably wouldn't know what was in the cabinets, even if you could get to them.  Marco returned moments later with a tube, opening it and squeezing a small amount onto his finger. He gently rubbed the salve around the small metal object on your scalp, easily prying it off of you moments later.

“Much better, now I can see all your features,” he said with a nod. “The lubricant will destroy the holographic projector, but it is no longer needed,” he said, holding it closely to his face before crushing it between his fingers. 

“No!” you cried at the tinny sound of the projector breaking . It had been the last reliable disguise on Lafftale and now that it was gone, there was no way for anyone else to travel for supplies. Your heart felt even heavier as you thought about your friends going hungry due to your hubris, your sister getting weaker as the virus progressed. Marco considered you with a tilt of his head, but didn’t comment on your vitals again.

Your attention was drawn from Marco as the doors to the infirmary opened, revealing another alien you’d seen previously. Marco had called him Thatch, and he had been the one taking stores from the Silk Road. He had a bundle in his hand, which you quickly recognized as your belongings. Your fingers instinctively reached for your dull red blanket, as if trying to grab it away from him. Marco’s eyes flicked to your hands before turning to his fellow crew.

“So you’re aware, we cannot currently understand her. I turned off her translator. It wasn’t implanted correctly and it’s causing her harm. Since receiving transmissions uses the device less than sending them, she can still understand us. She'll be able to talk to us again soon,” Marco explained, now patting your hair. You tried tossing your head but it did nothing to remove his hand. You wanted to snap your teeth at him to get him to understand but you didn’t think it would have a positive result. They’d probably say you were aggressive or needed more containment. 

“Thank you for bringing her belongings.  Look, she already wants her comfort items, she’s trying to reach for them,” Marco said, pointing out your curled fingers. Your face heated with his observation, you hadn’t realized you made it so obvious. Marco turned to look at you and spoke to you directly.

“If you are good during the examination, I will give you one of your comfort items afterwards,” Marco said to you while his fingers toyed with the ends of your hair. That only made you angrier - who was he to take your belongings and dole them out as he wished? You weren’t a pet like he claimed – those were your things and you wanted them back. It wasn’t like much belonged to you, you only had those few items but they were yours. Your face burned with anger as Marco continued touching your hair and Thatch looked you over. 

“I got your message just in time. Is there something wrong with the Three Eyes? I sent the rest of her crew on their way, she can always catch up if needed. Aw, look, her blood is rushing to her face. The only species that I’ve heard of that has that weakness is-” Thatch suddenly stopped talking, putting your things on a table near the door. He walked over to you, his eyes scanning your face.

“Where did her other eye-” Thatch stopped speaking, his eyes now roving all over your body. Marco showed him the data pad, Thatch scrolling through the information rapidly. You didn’t want them looking at you like you were an animal or some treasure they’d found. You trained your eyes on the spotless ceiling, ignoring their presence. Not that they were speaking to you anyway. The two of them watched you in silence for a moment, the only sound the periodic beeping of the bracelet still on your wrist. 

“She’s…?” he whispered, now looking at Marco. 

“She is. 100% human female.” 

Marco POV

The thought to sedate you for the examination passed through Marco’s mind as you resumed struggling once he pronounced you human. Even though his datapad continued to note your distress in your heightened pulse and body temperature, he ultimately decided against it. He wanted to gather your natural reactions to various stimuli as baseline data points. And besides, if anything went wrong, he could always sedate you later. Which reminded him – he needed to gather medications that were safe for humans. Marco tapped out another to do on his datapad before setting it down on a table.

“Can I - I want to touch her,” Thatch murmured, his eyes fixed as he started moving towards you. You cringed back but Marco already had his arm across Thatch’s chest, stopping his progress.

“We will, but not quite yet. She appears to be scared or nervous, based on the readings from her clinical cuff. She needs to bond with me a little more before she can have others touch her,” Marco said sympathetically. He understood his brother’s impulse well, it was taking everything in him not to shove himself into the tight hole he knew to be hidden under your clothing. He wanted to touch, smell, lick, and fuck every single part of the human, but it wasn’t the time.

“I'm going to examine her, you're welcome to stay. Afterwards I'm going to need you to cook human safe food for her. I'll send you a list of foods that are fatal to humans, foods that will poison her more slowly, and foods humans don't tolerate well but aren't fatal,” Marco said, grabbing his data pad and sending out a few resources. Thatch would have to create a diet for you specifically, humans weren’t able to digest most of what was available on the ship. It was good that humans didn’t mind eating the same meals day after day and that Thatch was an excellent chef.

With that thought, Marco headed to the small supply cabinet on the far side of the room and grabbed a few items that he would need for the examination. Thatch reading through the lists Marco had sent, his tail twitching with interest. Marco turned to face you, your little lips pinched in between your teeth. He’d studied human facial expressions when he was younger but had since forgotten some of the knowledge. He’d have to brush up, maybe when you were sleeping.

Thatch looked longingly at the human, but did not move forward like he tried to before. You were still struggling against the bonds, though you had unfortunately stopped making noises for now. Marco planned to announce everything he’d be doing to you, he wanted to make sure you understood what would be happening. Maybe if you heard his statements and he showed how he always followed through, you’d begin to trust him more.

“I am going to remove your clothing,” Marco stated calmly, activating the fabric knife and holding it above you. He would have to assess you fully, and the easiest way to do that would be in the nude. The fabric knife had a green glowing laser that looked intimidating, but it would only cut through the basic textile suit you were wearing. Marco was a little surprised that you were wearing a textile suit, he would have thought the material would be too abrasive for your skin. Textile suits were made of wapolium, a helpful and durable metal that was harmless to most creatures in the galaxy – but you weren’t most creatures.

Textile suits were relatively inexpensive and useful, able to be used in a wide range of environments. Which is why most workers used them rather than the fabric clothing Marco was wearing. The suits came packaged as nearly a liquid, the user just had to put the fabric unit on their body and the suit would move itself and spread out to cover the user as far as they wished or to the ends of their extremities. Your hands, neck and head were free but everything else was covered by the textile suit. 

Your eyes were entranced by the knife, your gaze never straying from where Marco held it above your chest. Based on how you acted around other technology, Marco surmised you weren’t too familiar with tech from the past 20 or so cycles, though he was still unsure why. Even so, he wanted to put you at ease so he placed his hand on top of your own, earning him a small gasp from you as he distracted your attention away from the knife.

“The knife cannot cut anything besides fabrics. You will be unharmed. You will always be safe under my care,” Marco said, his fingers roving over your tiny hand. You made a sound that he hadn’t heard before, almost like a bark, before you balled your little fingers into a fist. Marco didn’t make you unfurl them, even though he liked seeing the near claws that tipped your hands. Nails, he thought as he belatedly remembered the term. Humans had nails that grew endlessly unless trimmed. He would have to groom you, he realized, including such things as your nails and hair. The very thought of you sitting docilely on his lap as he trimmed your excess keratin had him hard under his own clothes. 

Marco removed his hand and began using the knife to slice away your clothes. The knife wouldn’t interfere with the ionic bonds, he could slice right through like they didn’t exist. Marco made one long slit from your ankle all the way up to your shoulder and down one arm, then repeated the gesture on the other side. He turned off the knife and set it back down on the tray near him. Marco slipped his hands in between your textile suit and your skin, his fingers immediately groping your lower leg. Your gaze was trained on the opposing wall as Marco dipped his hands under the suit and felt your supple skin. Your skin was as smooth as a younglings and nearly hairless, as if made for a lover’s hands. He was going to free your foot from the suit but enjoyed his first feeling of wrapping a hand completely around your ankle. You were so much more fragile than he was, able to be completely overwhelmed by him at every turn. Marco’s head tilted as he felt something else under the textile suit so his fingers left your enticing leg to feel at the fabric.

“Hm? Oh, you are a clever little human,” Marco said with a chuckle, pulling on the fabric he spotted. Underneath your textile suit you had a suit of softer fabric that was shielding your skin from the abrasive textile suit. You had some kind of soft pants, a long sleeve shirt, and long socks. Almost none of your precious skin was being exposed to the wapolium, he realized, which was a rather smart move on your part. 

Marco skimmed his hands under your suits, pulling your tiny foot from the shoed endings. Humans were built differently, everything about you turned him on. Your entire leg was now exposed, your unharmed skin practically begging for his touch. You were wiggling your miniscule toes and oh heavens they had some kind of pigment on the nails. Marco had never seen anything so cute in his entire life. 

“Thatch, come look at this,” Marco cooed as he grabbed your entire foot with one hand. He put the talon of his primary finger into his mouth and bit it off. It would regrow within the day, he wasn’t worried. It was more important that he didn’t accidentally hurt your tiny digit. He reached out and touched the tiniest toe on your foot with the pad of his primary finger – to which you emitted a new sound. You tried to yank your foot away from him but the ionic bonds held tighter the more you struggled against them.

Oh, that sound.

Marco had heard that sound only once on a vid. It was a very old vid, maybe one of the first made featuring a human female. She had been interested in the mating with the male she was with rather than the forced couplings of later vids. In the vid, the male Bucaneer had said something quietly into her external ear and she laughed, low and sultry. She then wrapped her arms around the male’s neck, pulling him closer until she could press her lips against his own.  

Their mating had some extra element Marco couldn’t identify but desperately wanted to recreate. The female had not only participated in the mating but had instigated many of the sexual acts. For a while she had even been on top of the male, as if she was the dominant being in the relationship. The male had enjoyed the sight of the human on top of him, grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her, which made her moans even louder. It was Marco’s favorite vid that he’d ever found; he still watched it when the mood for self pleasure struck him. Marco wondered if your relationship would ever progress to that level as you again tried moving your foot out of his grasp.

“The rumors are true. Humans laugh when their skin is gently stroked,” Marco said, his mouth hanging open

“Look, wherever you touch her skin there are little bumps that spike,” Thatch commented, his face close to your lower leg. Blood rushed to your face again as you studiously avoided looking at them.

“Yes, it is a useless defense mechanism against the cold. See how her tiny hairs stand on end as if to puff herself up? It is highly amusing,” Marco said as more of your skin prickled while he ran his finger on the underside of your foot.

You laughed once more. Thatch palmed his cock through his pants, it seemed your noises were affecting him just as much as Marco. Marco continued to strip you of your suits slowly, savoring the noises you were now making under his touch.

“Can I help get her clothes off?” Thatch asked, his interest unwavering. Marco thought for a moment and ultimately decided to allow the small privilege. Marco would be the one touching you for the actual inspection, this was just a process leading to it. Thatch was the brother he was closest with, he wanted to share this special moment with him.

“You may,” Marco agreed easily. You whimpered and shifted on the table but didn’t make the laughing noise again. Marco repeated his gesture of stroking the underside of your foot and you made the glorious sound once more. He wanted Thatch to know and appreciate the gravity of what he was hearing.

“Humans produce this noise only when they are happy, it is quite a rare occurrence,” Marco said in wonderment. Were you already happy to be his? Were you happy to see he would take care of you? Or perhaps freed from the confines of your suit? Or perhaps the laughter was merely another useless defense mechanism, like your scant body hair standing on end. Regardless, Marco yearned to hear the noise, so he trailed his fingers up your leg to the side of your abdomen.

You laughed again.

Your POV

It was torture. 

That wasn’t an exaggeration, either. Marco and Thatch kept trailing their fingers ever so gently over your skin, removing pieces of your suit as slowly as they could. And it tickled every time their claws trailed over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. So you laughed, your body functions overriding your anxiety and anger. You had no choice. You laughed.

And laughed and laughed and laughed.

You laughed as tears streamed down your face, your laughter sounding more like wails to your own ears. You laughed as Thatch and Marco showed you no mercy, running their fingers over your sides and back time and time again. The bonds around your extremities stopped you from protecting yourself from the onslaught. Your body was being slowly revealed to them as their hands ceaselessly roved over you, but you couldn’t focus on your nakedness as you laughed hysterically. 

“ HAHAHAHAHA No! Please! HAHAHA Please! No! No! Stop! N-no hahaha,” you screamed, your words useless at stopping them from tickling you any further. Thatch was now removing the last of your clothing as he pulled your ruined sleeve off your arm. You hoped they would stop after you were completely naked – you couldn’t take much more before you pissed yourself. Thatch moved closer to your face, his thumb tracking through the tears on your cheek. He placed his thumb in his mouth and sucked, moaning softly.

“Are you sure she’s happy? She’s leaking fluid from her eyes,” Thatch mused. You were now naked, your suit and underclothes in scraps on the floor. Because you didn’t have your suit to regulate the temperature for you, your nipples puckered in the cold room. Thatch’s fingers twitched as he watched them stiffen but his hands remained on your forearm. You were acutely aware of your nudity as Marco trailed his fingers along the underside of your breast. You wished you could slap him away or run or do anything but have to sit and be subjected to their desires.

“Mmh. Humans do that as well. It is usually a sign of distress, though crying itself doesn’t cause her injury,” Marco said, standing up fully to examine your face. Even though you’d just been crying from maniacal laughter, your lower lip wobbled as your emotions now swung in the opposite direction. 

You’d been warned about this exact scenario so many times on Lafftale, how being captured would be the end of your life as you knew it. You were now bound naked beneath two large aliens, unable to extricate yourself in any way shape or form. They were going to mate you and keep mating you until you produced as many of their offspring as they wanted or until you died, whichever came first. Your mind raced with thoughts of how you’d be accidentally killed, or hit too hard, or die giving birth to some monster as Marco sat down on a hover stool. He read his data pad carefully, seemingly unconcerned with your distress. His forehead scrunched, his eyes flicking back to you with uncertainty. 

“The health monitor is concluding that she is scared, based on her heart rate and breathing patterns. It is unclear if the laughter caused it but for now let’s avoid touching her in that way,” he said, setting the data pad back down. At least they wouldn’t be tickling you anymore, not that anything else they’d be doing was much better.

Marco moved the stool until he sat between your open legs. He tapped the underside of your chair and your legs were parted even wider, making more space for his large frame between them. Your face heated and tears slowly tracked down your face. You’d never had anyone looking at you like this, much less treating you like a sentient pet as they did so. You felt Marco’s body heat between your legs and struggled to close them, even though you knew it was futile.

“Look at her lower arms,” Thatch said lightly. Marco's attention pivoted to your wrist, focusing on where the wapolium had rubbed your skin raw. The underclothes protected you but your shirt stopped before the end of the suit to keep it hidden. The textile suit constantly rubbed your wrists to blistering. You discreetly put cream on the burns sometimes to try and mitigate the abrasions, but it wasn’t that helpful. It was something you dealt with since there was no other way to avoid having anyone else see your skin couldn’t take the roughness of the material.

“Tch. These suits aren't meant for humans, she needs something that won't damage her. Maybe there is a leftover suit from a youngling on board she can use? It would also fit her size,” Marco wondered aloud. He tapped another note on the data pad before he wrapped his hands – three long fingers and hallux  – around your wrists. He was able to encircle your wrists with plenty of room to spare, his large hands completely encompassing your own. The only thought in your mind was how easily he’d be able to subdue you, how small you were in comparison.

The palm of his hand was pleasantly warm in the cold room. You weren’t sure why he was touching your bothered skin but you soon found out as a blue glow emitted from his palm. You held your breath, not wanting him to hurt you with sudden movement on your part. As he removed his hand, you saw that your injury was completely absent from both of your wrists. You hadn’t realized how much the constant nagging pain from the suit had been hurting you until it was gone. 

“I have healed your wounds. Though your dedication to preventing injury to your skin is admirable, it was not sufficient. You are delicate and weak, clearly not made for living unsupervised. I will take care of you from now on, you will not worry about such things any longer.” You wanted to yell again – it wasn’t your fault that your skin was more sensitive than theirs! Your skin didn’t mean anything about your ability to live independently. But like everything else, it would fall on deaf ears as Marco continued to patronize you.

Now settling back on his stool, Marco’s attention returned to your pussy. Your breath hitched as his hands roved up your legs to your core. His fingers weren’t making you laugh like before, they were stroking the outside of your lower lips, pinching the folds gently between two of his digits. It was a strange and new sensation and you didn’t want to like it.

But you did.

The way he was touching you was reverent and adoring, like you’d break if he held you any harder. His thumbs pried your lower lips apart as he leaned his head closer to you. He licked his lips, his thick teal tongue flicking out as he tapped your clit once. You squeaked, you hadn’t been expecting him to touch you there . Marco looked up at you before making that hideous face at you once more. It scared you the first time he made it, his face twisted into a countenance of aggression. He removed his hands from your cunt but kept one on your inner thigh. 

“I am going to remove your pubic hair so I can examine you more closely. It will not hurt,” Marco said, reaching for a can on a nearby table. 

“Aw, do you have to? It’s so cute! A little patch of hair only where her holes are, it's sweet,” Thatch said, now sitting on a nearby hover stool. 

“I need to see all the parts of her anatomy to ensure she is healthy and whole. It will grow back and we can keep it when it does. I agree, it's rather charming,” Marco decided. He used the nozzle of the can to spray some kind of foam into his hand. You tensed for the sensation but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of Marco's long fingers gently rubbing the warm cream on your cunt. Marco knew what he was doing, and your body was enjoying the attention, even if your mind was railing against it. 

You’d had a few sexual experiences on Lafftale with other humans your age – hands fumbling under clothes when you could get a few moments of privacy – but nothing like this. It had been rushed and frantic, just seeing what felt good, not a recorded examination. Your anxiety had always been too high to get very far with the other humans, because of your fear of getting pregnant. You'd decided as a child that you never wanted to have the same fate as so many humans before you. So you had only dallied a few times, never getting very far.

But your hesitance was all for nothing as Marco's fingers trailed across your mound, making your lower stomach clench. Your excitement was building inside you, making you want more from him. Why did it have to feel good? This wasn’t something you wanted, but your body was reacting in a way that made you want to squirm under his fingers. 

Marco removed his hand after a moment, washing them at a fluid station attached to the wall. He grabbed a towel off the table and began wiping you gently, your pubic hair coming off in clumps. After a few moments he was satisfied with his work and threw the towels into an atomizer by his feet. He was staring at you – well, only at one part of you – and the attention was making you feel strange. His hands went back to resting on your inner thighs as he spent long moments just staring at your cunt.

Thatch scooted closer to get a better look at your pussy, your thighs still spread wide open for both of them to see. Marco moved the chair higher in the air to have his torso closer to your pussy, only his head visible to you now that he was sitting beneath you. You flushed furiously as his fingers gently pulled apart your lower lips, revealing your core to him. 

“Like a little flower,” Thatch whispered, looking over Marco’s shoulder. You willed yourself not to cry as your face burned from humiliation.

“You have to be somewhat careful with stimulating her. Her highest concentration of nerve endings is right here, in this small bundle,” Marco said, gently circling your clit. “The more you stimulate her here, the more slick she will produce from her breeding hole,” Marco explained, now rubbing your clit with a little more pressure. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as the pleasure rose unbidden within you.

“What about the other one?” Thatch asked, pointing lower to your back hole.

“That one can be penetrated but doesn’t produce its own lubricant. Humans need to be trained to offer that hole to their masters, and they don’t always find it pleasurable at first. It can also serve as a source of punishment if the human is too naughty,” Marco continued, giving you a pointed look. 

“I am not naughty! You kidnapped me and are…are…d-doing things to me!” you said, your voice breaking as Marco continued to rub at your clit. 

“Her clitoris is engorging and stiffening, she’s becoming aroused. See, her hole is gathering slick, preparing for her master to penetrate her,” Marco said, a pleased chirp coming through your translator. 

“DON’T YOU DARE-” your yell was cut off as Marco removed his fingers from your clit and spanked your pussy. You were more surprised than hurt, that was not something you’d been expecting. It stung a little, but nothing that would be painful in a moment or so.

“I do not know what you are saying, but your tone is disrespectful. I am aware this is a new experience for you, but you will speak to me as befits your Master. Otherwise you will be punished,” Marco said, looking up into your eyes. His mouth was set into a firm line and his tone left you no room to argue. You hadn’t forgotten his statement about your ass being used for punishment, so you exhaled a deep breath and kept your thoughts to yourself.

“Good little human,” Marco said, his face softening once more. “If you are a good girl, you will be rewarded. Bad girls get punished,” he stated, his finger coming to rub at your clit once more. Your lower back arched as he stroked you faster, the band in you tightening as he brought you more pleasure.

“I wonder how long it has been since she orgasmed. Humans need to orgasm at least once a day. Daily orgasm is critical for them to maintain a stable mood,” Marco said speculatively.

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” You cried, quieter this time but still yelling. Angry tears were forming on your lashes at the blatant misinformation. Marco raised an eyebrow at your outburst and you jolted as he slapped your pussy again, harder. Your legs tried to close to protect yourself from his hand but you were unable to move. You stifled a whimper as he set his palm against your cunt.

“This is your last warning. Do not speak to me or anyone else in that tone. I have been lenient with you thus far but do not doubt that I will correct your behavior. Yell again and you will receive your first punishment,” Marco said archly. 

“We could ask her when the last time she came was,” Thatch said, his eyes not departing from your now throbbing pussy. Why had you gotten wetter when Marco had spanked your pussy? None of this made sense, why was your body reacting like this? Marco removed his palm and began rubbing your clit once again.

“She may lie in order to avoid stimulation. It was a common problem with humans. They will deny their needs to their Masters in order to test boundaries. Her mood has shifted rapidly between yelling, laughing, crying, and being aroused in the last few moments alone. It assuredly has been longer than a day,” Marco said, his fingers spreading your lower lips apart. You tried squirming against his hold but like many times before, it did nothing to remove him from your body. Your face flushed as he examined you closely, running the pad of his finger up and down your already wet slit.

“I will stimulate her regardless. Her arousal will make it easier to take her measurements.” 

Chapter Text

Marco POV

“What do we need to examine about her? If she tastes like she smells, she’ll be absolutely delectable,” Thatch said, his nostrils flaring. They could both smell the arousal building in you, the scent coming from your slick hole. Marco wanted to bury himself head first in your pussy and was sure Thatch felt the same way. Since the demise of humans, perfume had been made that smelled like human arousal. Females across the universe would douse themselves with the scent of human females but it was nothing compared to the real thing. Marco wanted to lap at you until you produced enough slick to drench his face. 

“She is in stable health, though not ideal. She is deficient in many vitamins that humans need, though it shouldn’t be too difficult to add them to her diet. Other than that, the clinical cuff and her blood tests show she is within normal range for a human of her sex and age. She’s within breeding years and is capable of bearing young.”

“So what’s left to check?” Thatch continued, his forked tongue flicking out over his snout. “Can’t we start breeding her?” For as much as the human had been crying, this time she made an accompanying wail and scrunched her face. Marco had liked all the noises she made thus far, but this one bothered him. He checked his data pad but there was no indication of her mood other than the general statement that she was nervous and scared, as she had been the entire time. It now also showed a small amount of arousal, but that was dipping as her sounds continued.

“Shh, quiet little human. We are not breeding you now,” Marco said, reaching up above to cup your cheek. You hiccuped a few times and your lower lip wobbled but your sounds ceased soon after his statement. Marco kept his hand there a few moments longer, savoring the feel of your heavenly skin under his own. You found comfort in being touched on your sweet face; Marco would save this information for later.

“How much do you know about female humans?” Marco asked his brother, trying to curtail his thoughts of your juices on his tongue.

“I know some,” Thatch hedged. Marco suspected he would based off Thatch’s own hDNA score. Thatch had almost no human weaknesses but it he would have done some research about his own origins. “I’ll be honest, I never spent that much time learning about the females and their reproduction. I never thought I’d ever see an actual human outside of vids, so I didn’t bother,” Thatch explained.

“Human females are quite different from other species in the galaxy, hence why they were so highly sought after. Like I mentioned, humans are a highly sexual species, they have to orgasm at least once a day, if not more. Females have multiple soft, tight holes to use and they can derive pleasure from all of them. They can mate multiple times a day, even if a male has filled her with his seed. The females have another inner pleasure site and if the rumors are true, can orgasm multiple times in a row,” Marco said, the information pouring out of him. Not only had Marco read everything that was factual about humans, he’d also read first hand accounts of beings who had a human of their own. There were many unsubstantiated claims about humans – particularly the females – and Marco wanted to test if any of them were true.

Thatch was speechless as Marco filled him in on the delights of humans, his eyes looking even more closely at your exposed core. A lot of the vids hadn’t been filmed with future audiences in mind, so the information Marco was sharing wasn’t always discernable from the old footage. You opened your mouth to protest something, but Marco placed the palm of his hand against your pussy. You shut your mouth, though you did glare at him. Marco gave you a pleased chirp. He was aware that he sounded stiff and formal through your outdated translator but he was happy to see you heed his order to stop yelling.

Marco was glad you’d responded so well to the light smack. He had read extensively about the means of taking care of humans and every guide had suggested several physical corrections for naughty or non compliant humans. Many of the guides had said that humans were prone to escaping, misbehavior, and general mayhem when they were adjusting to new settings and Masters. He’d keep an eye out for such things and modify your behavior accordingly if it was necessary. Part of him hoped that you’d be a good pet, but given your spirited attempt to get away, he wasn’t so sure that would be the case. He couldn’t deny that the descriptions of the corrections brought him a thrill, but he wouldn’t punish you without due cause. 

“Humans have many downsides as well. As you can tell, humans need a lot of care in order to survive. They need a primary mate to feel connected to, otherwise they languish or lash out. Humans tire easily, they sleep about a third to half of their lifespan. They also have no durability and are accidentally injured frequently. Their holes can expand quite a bit but there is an upper limit to the size a female can take. That’s what we’re measuring. She won’t be able to take all of our brothers, based on my current knowledge. If someone above her size range mates her, it might injure her, perhaps permanently.”

Which was one of the reasons why Marco hadn’t already started fucking you as you lay bound before him. He wanted to, gods he wanted to, but he wasn't a cruel master. He would find out if you could fit him in your body before he took you. Marco had waited his entire life for a human, he wasn’t going to destroy you before he could enjoy you.

“I’m going to stimulate you to orgasm before we start testing your holes,” Marco stated, facing you once more. Your eyes were squinting at him and your mouth was set in a thin line. He’d have to learn what each gesture and look meant, though he had seen this one enough to know you were displeased. You’d learn to enjoy the pleasure he would bring you, he knew you were still adjusting. Perhaps after the orgasm he’d bestow on you, you’d be more grateful to him.

Marco grabbed a small metal disc from his controller and tapped it once, the disc now hovering in the air near the both of you.

“You’re recording this?” Thatch asked, eyeing the disc. Marco nodded. Your attention snapped to the small disc as your pink tongue poked out of your mouth and licked your lips.

“Yes. I want to record our first experiences with her, including the measurements. That way there’s no naysaying or arguing later among our brothers.” That was Marco’s official reason, but he already knew a copy of these recordings would be going into his personal archive. 

His fingers quickly found your clit again, while his free hand rested on your inner thigh. Marco started rubbing your clit again, using the same stroking pattern as before. Since he’d already touched you previously, he was able to delve shallowly into your slit and use some of your own slick as lubrication for his fingers. He followed an impulse and stuck them in his mouth, unable to resist a taste of you. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head – nothing could have prepared him for the taste of you. Marco bit off the claws on his free hand, he was going to have his first feel of you. Marco moaned aloud before putting them back on your clit, starting his rhythm again. He started stroking down your hole as his other hand rubbed your clit, his thumb and forefinger spreading your inner lips apart. 

Even though you were still bound to the chair, your hips were trying to meet his hand even as you bit your lips shut. Marco wished he could hear more of your noises, but he wouldn’t guide you too much in this particular event. Later he'd adjust how you behaved when he mated with you, but he wanted to see your natural reactions. Besides, your legs were talking for you, the trembling increasing as Marco rubbed you in a particular way. You seemed to be producing enough slick to accept penetration, so Marco slowly pushed his primary finger inside you. 

Marco closed his eyes. He couldn’t - were you trying to get him to come untouched? He knew you hadn’t done anything but the feeling of your channel so tightly clenching just one of his fingers had precome leaking out of his throbbing cock. It was difficult to tell if humans were untried or not – there had been some readings that the first time a female took a male she would bleed – but other statements said that wasn’t always the case. In either case, you were incredibly tight and the way your cunt grasped his finger had him imagining his cock buried deep within you, pumping you full of his come. 

You whined as Marco’s finger reached its limit in your slick pussy, your tiny toes curling in on themselves. Marco pumped his finger in and out of you and you closed your eyes, your chest heaving. There was no need to test you on something as small as Marco’s finger – it would also help loosen you up for an accurate reading in a few minutes.

“You will take more, little human,” Marco told you, removing his finger from your pussy only to add his second along with the first. This time you were unable to quell your moan as he pushed into you. Marco’s fingers searched along your gummy walls for a rough patch, he had read many accounts of a secondary pleasure center buried within a female’s pussy.

“Where is it? Do not hide from me, little human,” Marco purred at you, his fingers soon brushing against a spot that had you squirming under his touch. He pressed on it again and your breath hitched as your pelvis titled. 

“There it is. Good girl,” Marco said, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. He had seen humans pressing their lips to their mate in a few vids and he wanted to enjoy the action as well. What he truly wanted was for you to initiate a lip press, but that was not possible at this juncture. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Thatch had taken out his cock and was stroking himself to the sight of you being pleasured. Marco didn’t mind as long as he was the one providing you the pleasure. You were his, after all. Both by rules of the ship as well as the rules of engagement for humans. Thatch could join in, but you were Marco’s human.

Marco moved in a steady rhythm, one of his hands working your clit while the other pumped in and out of you like his cock would soon be doing. Your eyes were scrunched shut as your noises became louder, your fingers now curling much like your toes. Your cunt was spasming around his fingers and your clit had become engorged – you were close to orgasm. Marco sped up rubbing your clit while his other hand pressed on the spongy spot inside you. He pressed on it a few times until your cries rose in pitch, your hips tilting with every thrust he gave you. 

Your muscles all tensed and your fingers balled into fists as you moaned loud and low. Your eyes still were closed and sweat beaded on your forehead as you came on his fingers.. Marco continued stroking you as your cunt sucked his fingers in deeper, wishing every moment that it was his cock inside you. After you finished riding the high of orgasm, your pussy continued to pulse around his fingers every few seconds. Marco was reluctant to end the experience but your head was lolling off to the side. Did coming on his fingers take all the energy you possessed? Did you need to sleep already? How long had you been awake? 

“She’s so responsive,” Thatch noted, tucking one of his now flaccid cocks back into his pants. Marco hadn’t been watching Thatch but wasn’t surprised he was masturbating to the sights and sounds of your stimulation. Marco certainly wanted to. He removed his fingers from you, your slick coating them all the way down to the base of his palm.

On impulse, he stuck them not into his own mouth but your open one. The orgasm must have helped you become more in tune with your submissive nature because you obediently sucked your own juices. Marco groaned at the feeling of your hot little mouth around him. He was not prepared for how your tongue rolled around his fingers, your blunt teeth and soft, moist cavern, another ideal space for his cock. Truly, humans were nature’s perfect fuck toys. 

“All humans are, but I think she’s particularly receptive,” Marco agreed, trying to stifle his groan. Based on his research, there was a range of responses humans had to orgasm, but yours were particularly emphatic, much to his delight. “I’m going to pick her up to get her in position for measuring. Can you reset the chair to a table?” Marco asked. He could have done both tasks himself but he wanted to fully enjoy holding you for the first time. Thatch nodded as Marco removed his fingers from your mouth and pressed a few buttons on his controller.

Marco pushed his arms under your upper back and knees, scooping you up like a youngling. Since he was the one who made the bonds, he was able to manipulate and control them. You were so light, it would be no trouble to carry you once you tired. Maybe you’d let him carry you all the time once you settled into your new life. The thought had Marco burying his face into your soft hair, rubbing his cheek against the silky texture. Every part of you was made for petting and stroking, from your head down to your tiny painted toes.

Marco removed all the other cuffs aside from the ones around your ankles, wrists, and neck since they’d need them soon. Since the cuffs weren’t attached to the chair any longer, your wrists and ankles were quickly bound to each other to keep you restrained. He wished you didn’t have to be bound, but Marco feared you would injure yourself in an attempt to flee. In time you would see that he only wanted what was best for you, even if you didn’t agree. 

Your POV

You were still reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm as Marco stuck his fingers in your mouth. In your dazed state, you obediently sucked on his large fingers, tasting your own desire. You tried to push the event from your mind, the shame of coming on your kidnapper’s fingers too much for you to bear. It hadn’t even taken him long to make you come, his fingers working you to a fever pitch in minutes. You’d tried holding out, thinking of anything you could to stop the pleasure from building in you. But as soon as Marco pressed on that spot inside you, you were done for. You hadn’t even known it was there, much less how much pleasure you could feel from it. What else did Marco know that you didn’t? 

He certainly didn’t know as much as he thought he did about humans based on what he was telling Thatch. Even if he had been able to understand you, you weren’t sure he’d listen to what you’d say. Regardless, you’d need your energy to fight the measuring, whatever that entailed. Some of your bonds dissolved but before you could make a plan to do something about it, Marco had picked you up.

“Can you make her come again? You said she can multiple times, right?” Thatch said as he pressed on the underside of the chair. The chair shifted forms quickly, becoming a padded flat table in seconds. You gathered your strength to try and bolt for the door but your ankles and wrists were quickly bound together again. Damn it , they were keeping you completely bound. You’d have an opportunity for escape, but maybe not while two Whitebeard Commanders were watching you. You tensed as your brain processed Thatch’s words - that was not something you wanted from the creatures tormenting you.

“Not right now. Let’s finish what we need to and play with her later. I’m concerned she might need to rest soon, there’s no telling how long she’s been awake or when the last time she ate and drank was. I don’t want to harm her,” Marco said, burying his face in your neck. You tried to move your shoulder to your neck to deny his access but he was undeterred. Marco breathed in deeply, like he was sniffing you before flipping you over and putting you back down on the table. He separated your wrists and ankles, spreading them apart so you were on your hands and knees. The cuffs immediately locked in place once Marco was satisfied with your positioning on the bench. You tried tugging your hands free but they were just as steadfast as they’d been before. The bench was obviously made for much larger creatures, you took up less than half of the space.

“Humans prefer this position for mating, it will be the easiest for her,” Marco said, almost to himself as he trailed a hand down your back. You shifted, trying to get away in case he wanted to tickle you again. You were thankful that you weren’t as tightly bound as you were before, able to move a little bit to show discomfort or your reactions. Marco ran his hand down over your ass, gripping one cheek lightly before letting go. He walked over to a cabinet and rummaged around for something – you weren’t excited to find out what he needed. 

In the meantime, Thatch had come closer to you. His face was right in front of your own, staring at you with his yellow eyes. What did he want from you? You curled your lip and scowled, trying to show your disgust at his behavior. He had been masturbating while Marco made you come, his own fluids dripping onto his hands. Was he going to stick his come covered fingers in your mouth as well? The thought had you narrowing your eyes and snapping your teeth at him. He just grunted with a small smile.

“Everything she does is so cute I can hardly stand it,” he said over his shoulder to Marco. Marco was coming back towards you, carrying a bottle and three thin rods. 

“Mmh. It’s their defense mechanism,” Marco said with a snort, standing in front of your face after placing the rods and bottle on a nearby hover tray. “I’ll measure her holes but first I want to examine her breasts,” he said, his fingers reaching for your chest. You tried pulling in your shoulders and leaning back on your heels, but Marco caught the bond around your neck like a collar. 

“Stay where I place you,” he said, his eyes flashing. You decided not to put up a fight at this moment – you were still stuck on the table and it wasn’t like you’d get away if you disobeyed. Maybe the more docile you acted, the more they’d let their guard down around you. For now, staying put might benefit you most. 

You shivered as Marco’s hands found your breasts, cupping them for a moment before kneading and squeezing them tenderly. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, the stiff peaks sensitive to his ministrations. You shifted slightly, it felt too good to have your breasts played with this way. Not wanting him to see your reaction, you closed your eyes again. Blocking out Marco might be the only control you had at this point. Marco pinched one of your nipples and you bit your lips between your teeth to stop yourself from making noises. You pinched your own nipples when you were masturbating but no one else had. 

“Which reminds me, hand me that sensor,” Marco asked Thatch. Marco let go of your breasts  but you didn’t open your eyes, you didn’t want to know what they were going to measure. Your eyes flew open as you felt one of Marco’s fingers pushing something small and cold inside your still sopping pussy. 

“H-hey!” you said in a normal tone, more from surprise than fright. You looked up at Marco and cringed. You hunched in on yourself, you didn’t mean to say anything and get punished. Marco ran a hand up and down your ass after removing his long finger from inside you. Moving once again to stand in front of you, he tilted your chin so you were looking at him.

“Little human, I am not going to punish you for speaking. I will correct disrespectful behavior and actions, but I will not punish you for your own nature. I know humans are louder than other species. Do not speak impudently and you will not be punished. Do you understand?” he asked softly, his fingers stroking the column of your neck. You nodded slightly even though based on your personality, you weren’t sure you’d avoid punishment in the future. Marco’s eyes closed slowly before reopening, a pleased chirp emanating from him. That must be his version of a smile.

“I want her to make noises,” Thatch protested sullenly. 

“She will, but she cannot yell from anger or frustration. I cannot tolerate a poorly trained human,” Marco explained, tapping on his datapad again. “Her internal sensor is functional. It measures blood flow more specifically than the clinical cuff. This way I’ll be able to detect if she’s enjoying the sensations even if she tries to limit her sounds,” Marco said with a pleased chuff. Oh fuck, he was measuring your pleasure internally ? Your mind raced trying to think of any way to quell your reactions but if he was measuring your blood flow…

“Open your mouth,” Marco commanded, one of the three thin rods now in his hands. You narrowed your eyes – what was he going to do? Marco’s free hand gripped your jaw, which you took as a warning. You tentatively opened your mouth a little bit and Marco slipped the rod inside. He watched you for a moment as you looked at him, your brow scrunched with confusion. The rod started to increase in size, expanding steadily until it was now the thickness of your thumb. It showed no signs of stopping as Marco started tapping on his data pad.

“Why’re you using a wound measurer in her mouth?” Thatch asked, familiar with the tool. It was a little strange, but Marco wanted to know how much you could bear without getting hurt. The rods were designed to test size and depth of wounds the crew sustained during fighting. When the rods were placed in an opening, they would expand to fit the area until they detected pain from the user. Then Marco would have an accurate assessment of how many supplies would be needed if repair was needed. They were a helpful tool that Marco used in the infirmary with regularity. They weren’t designed for measuring human's holes but in theory it should give him a fairly accurate representation of which brothers you’d be able to safely take in your body. He wasn’t going to have it expand to fit the entire cavity of your mouth, it would stay cylindrical for the best approximation of a cock.

“To see what her size limits are. She’s definitely going to be able to take some of us in her mouth, based on the initial projections from the measurer,” Marco said, now watching you intently. His teal tongue licked his beak like mouth as if in anticipation of his cock inside it.

Oh fuck that. 

You pushed the smooth rod out of your mouth with your tongue before it got too big  – there was no way these fuckers were going to measure how much cock you could take. Marco’s eyes narrowed as the rod fell to the table with a soft thud. He picked it up and looked you in the eyes. 

“It was my error not to inform you of what would happen. Open your mouth and do not push it out again,” Marco commanded, tapping your cheek with one finger. You clenched your jaw shut and glared at him. Marco's eyes blinked back at you.

“Very well.”

Marco POV

It had taken less time than he anticipated for the human to begin pushing boundaries. This one was spirited, much more so than humans he’d seen on vids. He couldn’t deny that meting out your punishment brought excitement – he wasn’t sure his erection would ever recede around you. 

Still, your defiance required immediate correction. Marco sat down on the empty portion of the bench behind your appealing ass. He was much taller than you, his feet easily able to rest on the floor. You strained to look at him from over your shoulder, but you were able to contort your body in such a way that you were able to scan his face. Your jaw settled in even harder as you took in his stern expression. Marco held his disappointed expression, though he wanted to pinch your little cheek. Thatch was right, everything you did was cute, but he needed to show you that you weren’t going to win in a battle of wills. Marco was about to show you why. 

You squeaked in surprise as Marco leaned over and grabbed you off the table. He easily positioned you the way he wanted, which was bent over his lap. Your ass was now hiked in the air over one of his thighs, your arms pinned behind your back by one of his hands. Your bonds snapped your wrists and ankles together again, he didn’t want you flailing and accidentally injuring yourself. Marco rubbed the palm of his hand over your smooth ass, building anticipation for what was about to happen. You were wriggling your torso, your little mouth open in anger. It was too late to open your mouth now, Marco thought.

“When I give you a command, you are expected to obey. Defying my will earns you punishment,” Marco explained calmly. He continued to rub your ass, letting his fingers trail down into your slick folds. You said something acidic in reply that was surely rude, but Marco didn’t hold it against you. He wasn’t able to understand you by his own actions, he couldn’t be fully certain what you said. Moreover, it was clear no one had curbed your behavior before, had shown you that you weren’t in control. Based on how your willful reactions to him, Marco didn’t think you had a previous Master. So how you came to be on the merchant ship and why you had a flinch reflex were still problems to be solved – later. With that thought in mind, he brought his hand down on the fleshiest part of your ass. Your body tensed and your mouth opened as if in shock. 

“Like I told you previously, good girls get rewarded and bad girls get punished,” Marco said with a shrug. You whipped your head forward, trying to ignore him. Marco didn’t mind, you could try. It wouldn’t get you far.

Several minutes later and you were crying, your skin now hot and flushed where Marco had spanked you. He hadn’t kept his strikes just on your ass either. He’d spanked your delightful ass, your sensitive sit spots, and even the tops of your thighs a few times. As he expected, your blood pooled where he had spanked you, changing the color of your skin to a lovely new hue. Marco rubbed his hand over your heated skin, savoring the feeling as well as providing you comfort. His nostrils flared, was that the smell of your arousal?

His fingers lightly stroked through your folds as he rubbed you, finding you even wetter than before. Marco’s eyes widened as he checked his datapad – you were finding enjoyment from the punishment. He had no doubt you were unhappy being spanked, yet your discipline was leaving you wanting. Interesting.

“Marco, come on, she’s had enough,” Thatch said, trying to stymy Marco’s punishment. Marco could see by the way Thatch’s tail was twitching that he felt bad for you. But Marco wasn’t going to relent, it was important for him to establish his dominance early on. You were still exclaiming with every spank he delivered, babbling in your human language. He was guessing you were asking him to stop but he had no way to know.  He’d watch the recording later and determine what it was you were saying. The jiggle of your skin only made him think of fucking you after a spanking, feeling your warm skin bouncing against his thighs as he thrust into you. 

“No. She has earned this for herself. She’s not injured, she’s merely uncomfortable. If she wishes to disobey, this is the consequence. She will still be examined, just with a sore bottom,” Marco explained. 

“Besides, our little human is enjoying being shown her place. Isn’t that right?” he asked, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades. Your thighs clenched together as blood pooled on both sets of your cheeks. 

Your breath was hitching and mucus drained from your nose as you held yourself up with your back muscles. You were putting on quite the show, but Marco wasn’t finished. He knew what he was waiting for based on the readings he’d done. Marco brought his hand back down on the top of one of your thighs and your wailing commenced once more. He smacked your delectable ass and thighs over and over, making sure he didn’t truly hurt you. 

A few minutes later and you slumped over on his lap. You’d exhausted yourself railing against him and had no more fight left within you. You were now going to take whatever Marco doled out to you, just as he wanted. Marco smiled to himself at your submission, you made quite the pretty picture laid out over him, the marks he’d made apparent on your flesh. And as he rubbed his fingers through your slit, your slick juices told him he’d made the correct choice. He smacked your ass once more, the hardest slap yet. He was now done.

You were still crying quietly as Marco sat you up on his lap. He wiped your tears and mucus off your face since your hands were still bound behind your back.

“You are forgiven for your disobedience. Shall we commence the examination once more?” he asked, looking at your splotchy face. You gave him a doleful look and dropped your gaze, nodding your bowed head. 

“Excellent choice.”

Your POV

You couldn’t believe it. Marco had spanked you. Like an errant child.

He had thrown you over his legs, your ass high in the air. You tried to squirm out of his hold but he was able to keep you in place easily with one hand resting on your lower back. You tensed, waiting for his strike as he softly stroked your skin. You'd been hit before, you could tank it. But nothing could have prepared you for the sting of his hand crashing down on you.

He didn't spank you once or twice like you’d been expecting. Marco had spanked you until you could feel your heartbeat in your skin. His hand smacked your ass, your thighs, and your sit spots so many times you thought he would never relent. You weren't sure you'd be able to sit down for the next few days.

At first you tried to show no emotion whatsoever. It was just a spanking, how bad could it be? You gritted your teeth and tried to bear it with as much dignity as you could. He wasn’t going to break you, you’d endured so much in your life already. 

You didn’t last long. 

After a few minutes, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. It did hurt, quite a lot. And the pain was compounding on itself, building higher and higher every time Marco’s hand made contact with your hot skin. He wasn’t spanking you in regular intervals either, he would spank you a few times then take a break, as if to admire his own work. Each time it gave you hope that you were done, that your punishment was over – only to wail when he started up again.  It wasn’t like anyone besides the two in the room were going to know you were crying, so you allowed yourself that small comfort.

But the worst part of it all was that you could feel yourself getting wetter. You didn’t know why, you didn’t like the feeling of him spanking you. You tried clenching your thighs together to try to hide your arousal but Marco’s fingers found your slick pussy easily. You dimly heard Thatch trying to intercede but you couldn’t focus on what they were saying, only on your burning hot flesh and Marco’s hand. 

“Besides, our little human is enjoying being shown her place. Isn’t that right?” he asked silkily, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades. Your face burned as much as your ass – he wasn’t just spanking you, this was total humiliation. You didn’t want to enjoy it, you couldn’t explain why your body wasn’t listening to your brain. 

All too soon Marco returned to spanking you relentlessly. Sure, you’d been punished before on Lafftale, but nothing like this. You quickly gave up on anything except trying to survive. You cried, snot running down your face. You begged Marco to stop, to not spank you so hard, to leave you alone, that you'd do what he wanted -- nothing worked. Your skin burned until you couldn’t bear it any longer, you couldn’t take one more spank from him.

You went limp over his legs.

That seemed to be what Marco was waiting for, your complete submission to his will. At this point you didn’t care if he put the rod back in your mouth, you just wanted the spanking to end. He gave you one last smack, the harshest one yet. Your body jolted but you otherwise didn't react.

You were still crying quietly as Marco sat you up on his lap. You laid your head against his chest, allowing him to move you about like a limp doll. 

“You are forgiven for your disobedience. Shall we commence the examination once more?” he asked, wiping your face with a disposable towel. You nodded your head, unwilling to meet his gaze. 

“Excellent choice.”

Chapter Text

Your POV

Marco gently set you back on the table on your hands and knees, the bonds once again locking you into place. Your legs were shaking, you didn’t know if you could maintain the position Marco put you in without some kind of support. You didn’t want to risk getting spanked again so you lowered your head and focused on your breathing, trying to block out the sting radiating from your backside.  

“Open your mouth,” Marco ordered you once more. You lifted your face and opened your mouth, your tongue hanging out so he could see your compliance. Marco praised your newfound obedience with a pleased chirp. The rod had already gone back to its original size when he slipped it into your mouth once more. He watched the rod expand as it quickly progressed past the point you’d spat it out before. You weren’t going to make that mistake again, you dutifully kept the rod in your mouth under his intense gaze.

Soon you forgot the pain in your rear as your mouth was wrenched wide open by the tool. Drool dribbled from your lips as they wrapped around the smooth metal. Your brow pinched as the rod continued expanding, though its progression slowed as you reached the limit of what your jaw could take. The rod was now at the back of your throat, making you gag every few moments. It wasn’t comfortable at all, and your jaw was starting to hurt. You knew oral sex was something that people did on Lafftale but it wasn’t something you had personal experience with. If this is what it was like, you were not interested in the slightest. Marco reached for your face and you instinctively pulled back before remembering your punishment.

“You’re doing well, little human. Nearly done with this hole,” he commented, his hallux running over your stretched lips. The rod beeped as the end hit the back of your throat, making you heave. Marco pressed the end of the rod that was outside your mouth and it rapidly shrank back to its original size. You worked your jaw a few times, wishing you could rub at the joints of your lower jaw. Marco made a final note on his datapad then removed the rod from your mouth.

“That was…can she learn to take more?” Thatch asked, his hard shaft in his hands once again. Marco hummed as he set the rod back on the table. 

“She can learn to take a cock deeper down her throat, but not more in terms of volume. Her jaw only opens so wide, and opening it farther will injure her,” Marco said, finally looking up at Thatch. “So I imagine she can only take one of your cocks in her mouth at a time, if that’s what you are thinking about,” he said drolly. 

Thatch laughed, a dry scratching sound coming from his chest. “It was, you know me well. Oh well, one at a time isn’t so bad,” he commented, like this was as normal a conversation as what was going to be for first meal. One of his cocks? How many did he have? Marco tapped out a few more notes and grabbed the other two rods as well as the bottle.

You shivered as Marco circled behind you, keeping your face forward. You heard Marco set the items behind you as he settled one hand on the small of your back. 

“This will be the same experience as testing your mouth. The less you resist the easier it will be for you,” Marco said as his hands pushed your thighs further apart. You whined as he touched your sore legs. Marco tutted at you as he gripped your thigh a little tighter.

“Remember your discomfort the next time you think about disobeying me,” he said, one of his hands pinching the inside of your thigh. You whimpered again and tried shifting away a little. What you really wanted was to yell at him to stop, but your ass already hurt enough. Marco laughed lightly and you felt one of his long fingers running up and down the length of your slit.

“Poor little human, hm? This won’t take long now that you’re being good,” he teased, two of his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. He pushed the blunt tip of the rod into your pussy, the thin cylinder easily entering your wet hole. It didn’t feel like much when it was small but like before the cylinder rapidly started expanding. This time, Marco didn’t come by to check his datapad, he remained behind you. 

The cylinder was quickly going from something you could barely feel to stretching you wide open. You weren’t experienced in having anything besides fingers inside you, and most of that experience had come from Marco moments before. It felt like it was making room where there wasn’t supposed to be any more. The rod continued to expand at a slow rate despite the increasingly uncomfortable feeling. Wasn’t it supposed to stop when you were in pain? You panted, you felt like you were being split open for their viewing pleasure. Why wasn’t the stupid thing beeping already?

“She can take all that?” Thatch asked behind you, with wonder in his tone. 

“And more. She does have an upper limit, but she hasn’t hit it quite yet. You can take more, can’t you, little human?” Marco cooed at you. His fingers brushed against your clit, starting to rub at you once more. You didn’t want to come again, and especially not with that stupid rod in you. You tried keeping your mind blank and biting your lip to keep your mounting pleasure at bay but it wasn’t working. 

“She’s clenching that rod so tightly,” Thatch remarked, his tone awestruck.

“The feeling of her cunt fluttering around my fingers was indescribable. I can’t wait to mate her,” Marco remarked. The casual way that they were talking about being inside your body made you choke back a sob even as your pleasure increased by the second. Marco stroked your clit faster as the cylinder felt like it was splitting you in half. Was this what it would be like to take them in your body? 

“N-no, please d-don’t, Marco,” you whined softly, praying that he would somehow understand what you were saying. Having your pussy gaped open for their measurements was one thing but to come around the fake cock would be too much for you to bear. 

“She’s trying to say your name! She must like what you’re doing, the sensor says she’s enjoying it. Maybe she thanked you,” Thatch said, coming to stand closer to you. 

“Mh, I’m not so sure,” Marco said, considering you with a tilt of his head. He leaned over to look you in the eyes - you didn't dare look away.

“Do not call me by my personal name. Call me Master,” Marco told you, his fingers stroking you faster. Your mind roiled against his demeaning terminology, you weren't going to call him Master. Even so, you couldn't help but clench around the cylinder in your cunt as you tried arching your back. Marco’s free hand came to rest on the back of your neck, pushing your torso down to the table. You’d forgotten that you still had a bond there as it clicked into place on the table. You turned your head to the side, unable to look forwards or backwards any longer. 

Marco was stroking you as the cylinder was inside you and it was quickly becoming overwhelming. You heard the rod beep twice, thankful that it was done expanding. Marco’s fingers circled your clit twice more before he removed them. Even though you didn’t want to come, having him stop as you were climbing higher in your desire left you yearning from want. Marco pulled the slick rod out of you easily without decreasing its size, turning it over in his hands.

“That’s… much more than I thought she would be able to take in her small body. But why were you stroking her? You said humans only need to come once a day,” Thatch wondered, his tail thwapping against the floor of the lab.

“They must come once, but she can come as many times as I want her to. The higher her arousal, the more the tissue expands. She’ll get another orgasm soon, it helps her muscles relax for the measuring,” Marco explained, his fingers spreading your lower lips to admire your gaping hole. You shifted on your knees in discomfort, not wanting the examination to go any further. What else could there be to measure?

“She should theoretically be able to take quite a few of us based on size,” Marco mused. “But not all our brothers. I think anyone above Izou’s size won’t be able to mate her without injury.” His clinical assessment of which of his crew mates would be able to fuck you had angry tears pooling on your lashline for what felt like the umpteenth time. Marco’s hand came to rest in between your shoulder blades, the pads of his fingers stroking the back of your neck.

“Of course, she’s first and foremost mine. She’s already in the process of bonding with me as her Master and learning to obey my commands. Humans need one main Master to serve otherwise they aren’t able to function. Moreover, I have to talk to Pops and determine what he wants to do with her. So I’m not so sure when anyone else will have a turn.” Marco said, his lips curling in satisfaction. You shivered – as much as you didn’t want to be Marco’s pet, you wanted to be shared among the Whitebeard Pirates even less. 

“One more examination, then you can rest,” Marco informed you. His hands grabbed the globes of your sore ass and pulled them apart. 

“Wh- wait,” you stammered, struggling weakly against the bonds. 

“Hold her like this,” Marco ordered Thatch. You soon felt cooler hands replacing Marco’s on your skin, pulling your ass even wider. 

“N-no, I don’t-” you were speaking but they weren’t even looking at you. You knew they couldn’t understand you but they were acting like you weren’t even in the room, like they didn’t want any input from you whatsoever.

“These expanders are driving me wild, it makes me wanna rut into her right now,” Thatch said to Marco, his hard cocks rubbing against your thigh.

“Patience.” You heard a small click and a cold liquid drizzled onto your back hole. Marco’s finger was circling your hole, pushing some of the liquid inside. Your eyes opened wide as you tried to push your torso up from the table only to remember you were stuck.

“N-no! Please, not there!” you begged as you felt his finger circling your back hole. Your cries fell on deaf ears as Marco pushed his finger into you. You’d never had anything back there before and you hadn’t wanted to. It didn’t feel like his finger belonged inside you and you wanted it out . You tried pushing against him but Marco didn’t even comment on your efforts, instead smacking your ass hard. You yelped in pain – your ass was still sore and now Marco’s finger was pushing inside you. It didn’t feel bad exactly, but it didn’t feel great either.

“We can’t see her full ability right now since humans have to be trained to accept larger objects in their anus, but I’d like to see her initial measurements. I’m especially curious to see both of her holes filled simultaneously,” Marco explained as you felt his finger push more deeply into you. That got your attention. You tried to recoil as you thought about taking two different cocks in your body. You could barely handle what was happening to you now, much less what Marco was talking about.

“N-no, Mar – Master, p-please no! I'll be g-good!” you cried, tears finally falling from your eyes as you used the degrading term. You’d call him anything he wanted to avoid being filled in both your holes. Marco pushed his finger deeper into you, his palm now flush against your ass.

“This is not a punishment, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Marco assured you as if he could understand your words. You wailed out loud, not caring if he spanked you again. You weren’t worried about being punished, you wanted him to stop, to not do any more tests on you, to remove the rods, to let you go, to let you be free…

“Almost done. You’re doing so well, pretty human,” Marco said, praising you as he removed his finger and replaced it with the thin rod. Like the others before, it started expanding, though at a much slower rate than the previous two. You heard the sound of footsteps then the sterilizer running, Marco was cleaning his hands. Thatch was still holding your ass apart even though you didn’t think it was necessary any longer, his long fingers drawing circles on your hot skin. 

The rod continued to expand and you winced as it pressed against your untested walls. This felt unbearable. The rod didn’t grow nearly as large as it had in your pussy or mouth, but you still didn’t like it at all . If you had to guess it would be the equivalent of two of Marco’s large fingers, but the stretch was much more intense as the rod continued to expand. Your brow was scrunched and your face twisted into a grimace, you wanted this thing out now. Marco came back around behind you as you heard him typing on his datapad. 

“Looks like she can take us both at the same time with a little practice,” Thatch husked. You could feel his hard cocks rubbing against your thigh as he ground into you. Marco set the datapad down and fingers found your clit again.

The blood drained from your face. You couldn't. Not like this.

But Marco started rubbing your clit again and you felt your cunt clench around nothing as the rod filled your back hole. Marco continued to force your pleasure higher, his fingers seeming to know exactly what to do. You cried even harder, you didn't want that, you didn't want them, you didn't want any of this, you wanted to go home to see your sister to go back to how things were…

But with a few more strokes it didn’t matter what you wanted. 

You came around the rod as Marco gently pinched your clit between two fingers. You distantly heard yourself moan low and guttural as your vision faded to white. It felt like your mind splintered from the intensity of your orgasm. Your body was wracked with shudders as you came down from your high, acutely aware of every nerve ending in your body. You felt Marco pushing the cylinder further into you for a moment before it shrank again. He removed the cylinder and grabbed a small square off the table. 

As soon as the cylinder was out, you nearly collapsed against the table, your legs no longer able to support you after everything he’d done to you. Marco caught you easily, picking you up and turning you over to cradle you in his arms. He tapped the floating disc to turn off the recording.

“Thatch, please make her something to eat. She needs rest.”. 

Marco POV

“You did very well,” Marco said to his little human. He couldn't believe how responsive you were, even to things he knew you weren’t expecting. Your face was so expressive both in pleasure and pain, he loved seeing your reactions to stimuli. Even when you were trying to hide your responses, your body spoke for you. It took almost no effort to have you twisting in desire, your body flooding in pleasure. He was being truthful, you had done well. You'd shown him more than he'd hoped to confirm about humans. Marco tapped his controller to remove all the bonds from you, looking you over closely.

You were exhausted, nearly falling asleep in his arms as he unfolded the emergency blanket. Your red tinged eyes were unfocused as he swaddled you in the thin material. It wouldn’t be a permanent solution – he had sent a message to Blenheim asking if they had any youngling suits on board – but for now it would keep you warm since he’d shredded your previous clothing. 

He would also need to find a more permanent solution than the clinical cuff and sensor he put in you – neither were designed for consistent wear. They were meant to be used for a short duration and disposed of, not daily living. He would have to contact Izou and see what he could come up with to keep track of your vitals and responses at all times. His thoughts returned to your current state as you shifted in his arms, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

“As promised, here are your comfort items. You may select one to hold,” Marco said, carrying you towards the small bundle Thatch had brought earlier. You would soon see he carried through every promise – and punishment. Your face didn’t change but you reached for one of the items – a youngling sized dingy red blanket – and Marco handed it to you. You tucked it under the emergency blanket so that he could no longer see it and curled yourself into a smaller ball in his arms. 

Marco felt a little guilty that he had made you scared and upset as he recalled your little face scrunching in displeasure at the rods. He didn’t want to distress his new human, but he needed to get your measurements recorded, there wasn’t anything to do about it. Distressed humans were prone to listlessness, oversleeping, lashing out at their Masters and frequent crying. But if he didn’t get your measurements, you could end up seriously injured or even killed if someone beyond your size mated with you. And there would be fighting among the crew, arguments over who could have you…it was better to have objective data to give to Pops. And he did need to meet with Pops, he couldn’t put it off much longer. 

It had been beyond arousing to watch you take the rods, each of your holes suited to taking him. He couldn’t wait until it was his cock filling you, you would be crying out in ecstasy as he made you come over and over. He wanted to use every single one of your magnificent holes, each one almost perfectly made for his use. He’d stimulated you with your ass filled to acclimate you to the feeling. Human females often didn’t prefer that orifice but with training could learn to enjoy the sensation. He'd arrange to have all the tools needed for your training as soon as he could. Marco wanted you to be prepared for anything he might want to do with you – you were his pet after all. He was still hard from your examination, maybe he’d have you relieve him after you rested.

But now he needed to come back from his erotic foray and deal with the logistics of keeping you on the ship. Snapping out of his thoughts, Marco sent a brief private message to Pops on his controller asking to meet in private in about an hour. His message was vague but he didn’t want to mention you on the comm yet no matter how secure the lines were. Marco wanted to bring you to Pops but he’d do that another time; you needed sleep. You were still limp in his arms, your legs dangling as he held you aloft. An hour would give him enough time to get you settled in his suite before he made his way to his Captain.

“I am bringing you to my quarters. I will care for you, after which I will meet with my Captain and get more supplies that you will need. Thatch will be by during the time I am absent to bring you suitable food. You will eat it,” Marco informed you. Your expression didn’t change as you blinked at him. Marco frowned slightly – was the human orgasm so strong that it robbed you of your faculties? Did you not understand what he was telling you? Your translator was still receiving, you should be able to understand him. 

Perhaps you were crashing. Marco had read about humans crashing after sexual encounters –  sexual relations would sometimes deplete their dopamine stores, requiring care to be able to function once more. Providing aftercare for a crash would help you bond to him and feel secure in his role as a Master. That meant Marco would care for you, ensure your safety in his room, go talk to Pops, collect the various items on the ship he needed for you and return to you as quickly as possible. You were experiencing a tremendous change in environment, you would want his familiar presence at each turn.

Marco clutched you tightly in his arms and took long strides towards the door, opening it with a wave of his talon. Thankfully his quarters were close to the infirmary. Marco carried you down the hallway to his quarters, thankfully not running into anyone on the way. Once word got out that there was a human on board, he was sure he’d be flooded with infinite questions and requests to see you. That would all come later – for now you needed a break and he wanted a little more time to ensure you would be alright in his absence. 

Marco opened the door to his room, his proclivity towards keeping his quarters tidy coming in handy. Marco scanned his room with a new lens – he needed to make sure his room was safe for you to be in. He did have quite a few belongings inside his cabinets but the main area of the room was clear of anything that could injure you. The only things in view were his large bed atop an elevated rectangular platform, his desk, and the large shaded window. It would have to do.

He hoped you’d find his quarters suitable enough for now, but he knew that humans tended to enjoy frivolities. He’d acquire a rug or other textiles and some comfortable lounging furniture for you – things soft enough that you would enjoy the sensation of touching them. He already put in an order for new lights, the ones in his room not suitable for your needs. Marco would make his room into somewhere you felt comfortable, somewhere you could relax.

But before you were able to sleep he had to wash you. You had lubricant and slick all over your bottom half and human skin didn’t cleanse itself like other species did. Marco did have a sanitizer in his room that he used most often, but being a Commander also gave him access to another cleansing station in his quarters, a shower. It was well known that humans loved water – they would bathe in it, drink it, play in it, wash their clothing in it – 70% of their planet had been covered in water. He wasn’t sure where you came from, but you would surely delight in taking a shower. You would see that he could provide for your needs, both sexual and physical.

Marco sat down on the bed, settling you on his lap once more. Marco extended his hand and you flinched back, giving him a wary glance. It was the first emotion he’d seen from you since your examination and it upset him to see it was a fear response. The transition to being his pet would be challenging but he ultimately knew it would make you happier to submit to his will. Marco continued to extend his hand to cup your face. It had brought you comfort earlier, perhaps it would again. Your lovely lower lip trembled but you didn’t resist. 

“I am going to bathe you now, after which you will be able to rest. External translators are prone to malfunctioning when submerged in liquid, so I am going to remove it completely. I will bring you another translator after my meeting and implant it for you. But until that time you will not be able to understand me or anyone else,” he explained, unable to stop his hands from roving over your back as he spoke to you. 

“You will enjoy being bathed.”

Your POV

You sat on Marco’s lap as he stroked your skin and told you he would be bathing you. What exactly was he talking about? You’d been in sterilizers innumerable times, but that wasn’t bathing. On Lafftale there had been a few old books from Eurt and some made mention of bathing in water. But water was heavily rationed on Lafftale, it was not something to be wasted for such a foolish reason. Surely Marco wasn’t suggesting you would be bathing in water ? 

You did want to rest, too. You wanted to shut your eyes, pretend none of this had ever happened, and imagine that you were still on Lafftale with your sister, dreaming about life on Eurt. You wanted to forget how delighted your body was during the examination, or how Marco forcing you to orgasm as a clinical measurement made you feel like the pet he told you that you were. Beyond your destroyed mental state, your adrenaline had run its course and your body was feeling the after effects. You hoped the bathing was brief and that he’d leave you alone for a little while. 

Marco removed a small tool from a pocket and slid his talons under your hair, tilting your head to the side. You didn’t put up any resistance when he examined the unit on the side of your head. He was going to do what he wanted anyway and you’d rather that he didn’t slice your ear off. Marco gently bent the shell of your ear forward with one hand as the other fiddled with your translator. His breath fanned over your neck with how closely he was holding you.

A few moments later and a weight lifted off your neck. You wanted to roll your head on your shoulders – having that appliance off felt great. You hadn’t noticed how much it bothered you until it was removed, much like your Wapolium suit. The translator had been a helpful tool but not having it pulling on your neck was a balm you hadn’t anticipated. 

Marco’s hand tightened in your hair before you could stretch the area. You were confused but soon saw a blue glow in your peripheral vision as Marco healed the implantation site. You sagged from the immediate relief of having your neck healed. You hadn’t realized it but between your neck and your wrists you’d been living in constant pain. A huge sigh left your mouth before you could stop it. You didn’t want Marco to think that you were enjoying anything he did, even if he was healing you. Marco tutted, his mouth in a frown. Whatever, his judgement didn’t mean anything to you. You couldn’t understand him anyway so he could tell you how fragile and delicate you were later. He let go of your head and you rolled it in a circle, your shoulders drooping with the incredible feeling. 

You didn’t dare move off his lap as Marco spent a few minutes examining the translator in his hands. He was giving some parts close scrutiny, turning the device over in his hands. You hoped the outdated tech didn’t reveal anything about your origins but you wouldn’t be able to pry it away from him even if you did. After a few moments of studying the device, he placed it in one of his pockets, not throwing it in the atomizer like you thought he would. 

He reached for the blankets covering you and you reflexively held them tighter against your body, as if the flimsy cloth would protect you from anything he wished to do to you. His fingers grasped the fabric and slowly pried it away from your hands, unwrapping you from the blankets. You let go, letting him undress you for the second time that day – you didn’t want to appear defiant when you couldn’t understand what he was saying to you. 

You didn’t have to wonder what Marco was going to do for long. Marco stood up suddenly, your hands scrabbling against his arms for purchase as he walked towards one of the walls. He stopped in front of the wall for a moment before a seam appeared within the wall, converting into a doorway in seconds. You tried to keep your face impassive even as you wanted to marvel at how sleek and advanced his quarters were. Dim lights turned on in the adjoining room, which you could now see was a bathroom. It had the usual spaces for sanitizing, waste elimination, sterilizing, but there was a strange stall in the far corner.

It was large enough for Marco to fit, the walls made of clear glass. At the top of the wall there was some kind of nozzle and several small holes placed at regular intervals at about the height of your chest. It was a little puzzling – what was all this for?  Marco set you down in the stall and shooed you gently to stand under the nozzle. He placed his hand on the opposing wall of the nozzle moving it up and down slightly, controlling some kind of machine. He removed his hand and retracted his arm, closing the glass door but not leaving the bathroom. He crossed his arms and leaned against the opposing wall, making you feel like you were on display for him once again.

You startled as water came pouring down from the nozzle, dousing you in some clear liquid. Some of it had gotten into your mouth and you realized it was…water. Marco was bathing you in water? You looked at all the spigots spraying you gently with water, and you covered your mouth to cover your quiet cry. This was a colossal waste of water, all that precious liquid going directly down the drain. You remembered how every single drop was used and allocated precisely on Lafftale, how every cupful would be accounted for, how many nights you’d dreamed what it would be like to be able to drink as much water as you wanted whenever you wanted.  

You did the only thing you could think to do. 

You made your hands into a cup and began drinking the water.

Marco POV

Marco felt even worse for the tiny human. He hadn’t meant to dehydrate you, to make you so desperate for water that you’d drink from the shower head. He would have to refresh his memory on the liquid intake requirements for humans so you weren't so frenzied in the future. 

The warm water ran down your enticing form in rivulets but you weren’t washing yourself. In fact, you didn’t seem to notice the pleasant sensations of the water at all. Instead you were frantically trying to collect and drink as much of the water as you could before it washed down the drain. You didn’t need to worry any longer, Marco would provide everything for you to thrive. For now, there was no way to communicate that to you. He wanted to see what you would do, if your panic would decrease as you realized there was plentiful water. 

Your panic did not die down after a few more moments. You were looking between all the streams of water gently washing your body and wringing your hands. Were you crying again? It was difficult to tell due to the water streaming down your face but he suspected you were. Your emotions had been so volatile since he’d met you that it wasn’t all that surprising you’d flipped back to sadness. Once you were in a stable environment with him, he was sure you’d calm down and have more emotional regulation. 

“You don’t need to worry, you will have as much water as you need,” he said even though you wouldn’t understand him. Your eyes snapped to him as you heard his unintelligible words, your mouth pressing into a thin line.

Marco’s eyes widened as you moved towards the door to the shower, your eyes flicking back to the shower head as you opened the door. Marco stepped closer to the shower, unsure what you would do. He had read that human behavior was unpredictable – humans often allowed themselves to be guided by their emotions rather than logic. You grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand towards you. Your face was contorted into a look that Marco believed displayed anxiety. Were you already seeking him as a source of comfort? What was it that you wanted? Marco gave you a small chirp which he hoped you translated as encouraging. You licked your lips before pressing his hand near where the control panel was for the water. It didn’t work so you moved his hand slightly, pressing it with your tiny hands once more to the wall and moving it around like he’d done earlier. 

You wanted the water turned off, that was clear. But why? Were you not enjoying the shower? What was upsetting you so much? Marco had ensured the water was the correct temperature for you, you weren’t being burned or frozen. The pressure was set so as not to bruise you but wash your tender skin gently. The only explanation he could think of was that you were being denied water wherever you had been before and were trying to gather as much of it as you could. It was incredibly sad and only confirmed to Marco that wherever you had come from was bereft of basic human needs and that you'd be better off with him. Marco still had to cleanse you, he couldn’t forgo that. After he got your translator and implanted it, he’d question you about this experience. For now, he’d acquiesce to your desire and turn off the water in case it was injuring you in some way he couldn’t determine. 

The water turned off as Marco moved his hand to the correct position. You put your hand over your chest and sighed in relief, almost as much as you did when he removed your clunky translator. Marco wanted to lick the water droplets dripping off your nipples, but he’d have to do that another time, after he determined why you didn’t like the water. Marco gently grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the shower, your eyes still watching the dripping shower head. He guided you to the sanitizer, which you seemed to be familiar with. You stepped into view of the sprayer and held your arms to the sides, scrunching your eyes shut after pressing the correct buttons. Within moments you’d been cleaned from top to bottom by the chemical cleanser, the water droplets now gone from your body.

Your primitive circulatory system meant that your body would get cold even in the small transition back to the bed, so Marco wrapped you in a towel hanging from a hook in the corner. He didn’t generally use it but it was handy when he needed to dry his feathers quickly since it absorbed water. It was his own, so he had to wrap it tightly around you a few times so it didn’t drag on the floor. Marco picked you up and walked you over to his bed platform. Setting you on the floor of the platform, he rubbed your small limbs down with the towel, careful to inspect you for injury. He didn’t find anything serious beyond bumps and scrapes, and he’d heal those when he came back from his meeting with Pops.

Your ass was still red but he wasn’t going to heal that for you. You’d earned it and if he healed it, what lesson would you learn? Besides, he rather liked seeing the evidence of his hand on your skin. You shifted on your feet as he ran his hand over your posterior but Marco didn’t linger; he had to leave. Blenheim confirmed that they did have a youngling suit on board, which he would bring back for you. The fabric was imbued with proteins that would help your fragile skin heal at a faster rate. 

Marco picked up your grubby red blanket, which you practically yanked from his hands with a scowl on your expressive face. Though your aggression was amusing, he would have to tame you soon. He had been serious earlier – he wouldn’t tolerate a poorly trained human. You clutched it to your body as Marco wrapped you again in the emergency blanket. It wasn’t great but it would do until he came back with the suit. He placed you onto the middle of the bed and you scrambled to a seated position.

You looked rapidly around his room, a nervous look returning to your face as if you could sense something was about to happen. Marco wished he could communicate to you in some manner but for now you’d just have to trust that he was making the correct decisions for you. Marco tapped the side of his bed to implement the privacy pod. It was a thin shield that came pre-installed on every bed in the ship. The pods allowed the crew staying in shared quarters to have some modicum of privacy from one another. You’d be able to see out but others couldn’t see inside until Marco removed the device. Since Marco had his own room he hadn’t needed to use it before but it would serve his needs well until he figured out a better containment system for you. A dark bubble encapsulated his bed platform and your countenance changed from wary to afraid once more, your eyebrows knitting in the middle of your face and your eyes frantically scanning the bubble. 

You stood up quickly, blankets forgotten, and tried banging on the sides of the bubble as it became increasingly opaque. You were calling for him, your terror evident in your increasingly panicked voice. Other species could easily break through the barrier since it wasn't designed for containment purposes but your inferior strength meant that it would hold you for now. You’d be able to move around within the bubble and rest while remaining exactly where Marco had left you.

If circumstances were different he wouldn’t have put you in containment to begin with.  But if you were as unfamiliar with recent tech as he thought you were, he couldn’t let you rove around the room. His cabinets were filled with tools that could be fatal to a human if operated incorrectly. And humans were naturally curious creatures, you’d be poking around the room moments after he’d left you in there. So unfortunately he couldn’t leave you to your own devices. He would human-proof his room in the near future but he was running out of time before his meeting with Pops. Marco faced you as you continued banging on the cube, putting his hand on top of your own. 

“You will be safe. Calm down and rest,” Marco said, trying to convey a sense of reassurance to you though you couldn’t understand his exact words. He thought he heard you beginning to cry again, but since he couldn’t see you he wasn’t sure. When he implanted your new translator he's clear everything up but until then there was no other solution.

“I will return as soon as I am able and remove the pod,” he said, unable to see you now from outside the privacy screen. Faint screams of his name reached his ears as he left the room. 

Chapter Text

Your POV

You pounded on the bubble and yelled Marco’s name as you watched him leave the room. He didn’t even give you so much as a backwards glance, just turned on his talons and left. You had been scared shitless when the bubble appeared. You didn’t know that such a thing existed, much less that he’d be trapping you inside of one. It was darkening rapidly, your ability to see what was outside the bubble diminishing by the second. Not only that but it wasn’t letting much light in, either. Artificial night descended on you rapidly and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your breaths came in short pants as black dots swam in your vision. This was ok, you’d be ok, you’d be ok. You just needed to pop it somehow and the light would return.

You tried everything you could think of – pounding your fists against it, trying to pop it with your fingernails, pushing against it, even biting it. Nothing worked, you couldn’t get out of that stupid bubble. You didn’t want to yell too much in case it brought more beings into his quarters – you didn't want to attract more attention now that Marco wasn’t there to intercede on your behalf. 

After trying to pop the bubble unsuccessfully, you decided to lie down on the bed to try and relax. You were tired after the events thus far and there wasn’t anything else you could do for the moment. You tried not to think about how dark it was in the bubble, how the walls seemed to be closing in on you, how your eyes strained to see anything on the outside. Would you be safe? What if Marco was going to give you to his innumerable brothers, like he said? What if they hurt you like Thatch had -- or worse? You began imagining different scenarios, each one worse than the last.

You realized your nails were digging into your palms so strongly that they were nearly puncturing your skin. Your forehead was clammy and your heart was skittering in your chest. You needed to calm down. Nothing had happened, you were still OK. Being anxious wasn’t going to help your situation. Using the same techniques you used when Nacl’s ship was in deep space, you closed your eyes and breathed in through your nose and exhaled out your mouth. It almost worked, your breathing more normal than it had been.

You decided to close your eyes in the hope that sleep would quell your fear of the dark. It wasn’t a welcoming bed; the mattress felt like cold rock and there weren’t any blankets other than the ones you already had. You spied one pillow, which you grabbed and shoved under your head. It was fairly comfortable, though not as fluffy as you wished it was. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried to push everything out of your mind.

You focused on relaxing your muscles, beginning with your toes. Little by little you were able to get your limbs to loosen, your body and mind relaxing after your never ending ordeal. As you laid in the bed, it became more comfortable as if molding itself to your body. It wasn’t made of metal or rock like you’d suspected, but an extremely thick goo that seemed to be activated by your body heat. The goo fit around your body closely, cushioning you with surprising comfort. Now that it wasn’t rock solid, this was maybe the best mattress you’d ever slept on. The beds on lafftale were made of leftover fabric scraps and the ones on the merchant ship were metal. This, however, was something you could get used to. You would need more energy for when Marco would return, you had no doubt that he would want to continue his fucked up experiments on you. You rationalized to yourself that it was OK to rest for a while, you could enjoy the comfort that the bed was providing.

You were asleep before your next thought.

“Stop, Sol,” you mumbled to the hand that was shaking your arm gently, though the fingers were gripping you a little too tightly. Why was Sol bothering you so early? There was still plenty of time to sleep before chores, she didn’t need to bother you now. The insistent hand shook you again, more firmly this time. You tried yanking your arm away but she wasn’t budging.

“Sol, stoppit. Lemme sleep,” you grumbled louder this time. You were determined not to let your sister wake you up, this was the most comfortable rest you’d ever had on Lafftale. You tried to yank your arm away from Sol but she had your arm in a vice. Actually, she was hurting you now, her grip tightening painfully on your upper arm. But…Sol wasn’t stronger than you -  A low hiss like two rocks scraping together resounded in your ears. Your mind stumbled over the noise, the sound incongruent until your mind finally pieced together where you were. The bubble, Marco, the examination – and now someone was in it with you.

Your first reaction was to curl into a tight ball and try to cover your head with your arms to protect yourself. But the hand on your upper arm didn’t let you move as you desired, forcing you to remain unguarded. You heard another soft hiss, the fingers now gripping you so hard you’d definitely be bruised. You cracked open your eyes and peeked out from between your arms. Looking up, you saw that the bubble had disappeared, revealing Thatch sitting on the side of the bed next to you. He was looking down at you with an intense stare and continued to hiss at you, his forked tongue flicking out of his mouth as he spoke. 

Even though Thatch’s grip was hurting you, based on what you remembered in the examination room that probably wasn’t his intention. If anything, you were worried he was going to try and fuck you in Marco’s bed. Maybe you could show him that he was causing you pain and he’d release your arm. It was worth a try.

You sat up and put your palm over his own, his hand surprisingly warm for being scaled. He stared you in the eyes, emitting a long hiss. Despite his probable thoughts, you willed him to understand this wasn’t sexual. His mouth frowned as your tiny fingers pried his much larger ones off slowly, one by one. He acquiesced to your unspoken desires, removing his hand from your arm completely after the first few fingers. You looked over your arm, dark bruises already forming in the shape of his fingers. Rubbing your skin where he’d grabbed you, you tried to give him a pathetic look to show that he’d injured you. His tongue flicked over his snout as if in thought, his eyes roving over your minor injuries. 

After a moment, Thatch started  hissing in varying tones and gesturing vaguely with his hands. You weren’t sure what Marco had told him to do specifically, and you didn’t want to get in trouble again if he felt you were disobeying orders. To quell any potential misunderstandings about your compliance, you turned your head and bent your ear to show him that you no longer had a translator. Another hiss came from him, and he reached to grab you again. You jolted back, not wanting to be touched or fucked or grabbed or whatever else it was he wanted to do to you.

Thatch slowed his movements, his tone more placating than it had been before. He slowly brought his hand back towards the bedside table, as if showing you he wasn’t going to harm you. He was treating you like a wild animal caught in a trap, like you’d bolt if he moved too quickly. Thatch grabbed a plate you hadn’t seen before, piled with unappetizing brown mush. He reached to hand the plate to you, his reptilian eyes watching you with keen interest. 

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. Marco had told Thatch to cook for you but you were incredibly nervous. Marco had said a lot of misinformation about humans but he did get one fact correct – there were many foods you couldn’t eat without risking serious health issues. On your previous ship you’d eaten only Baratie meal replacement bars, the small rectangles a sure bet not to kill you since you could be certain of the high quality ingredients. They were expensive but at least you knew you wouldn’t die, the high price worth your piece of mind. You remembered that Marco had sent a list of unsafe foods to Thatch but what if he made you something that wasn’t on the list but was still unsafe? You couldn’t ask him right now, and Marco wasn’t around to heal you if you needed it. Your mouth watered at the sight of the food even as your brain worried that it would kill you.

Thatch reached to hand you the plate but you shrunk back. You were too nervous to eat it, regardless of whatever it was Thatch had prepared. Thatch clicked his tongue at you in a clear show of rebuke and reached forward to hand your the plate again. Your stomach chose that exact moment to gurgle in protest, making its presence known. You hoped that Thatch hadn’t heard but his eyes opened wider with interest, his head tilting to the side. His hand went to touch his controller – was he going to tell Marco you weren’t complying?

Hoping to mollify him and avoid another spanking, you reached out for the plate with shaky hands. You were hungry and you didn’t like wasting food, so you’d have to take a chance on whatever the brown mush was. Your arms dropped once you grasped the plate, finding it much heavier than you were expecting. Thatch’s hands shot out, grabbing the plate so that it didn’t fall. He took it from you and set it in front of where you were sitting on the bed. 

You were ready to eat but was he going to give you any cutlery or…? You pantomimed that you wanted a utensil with which to eat, bringing your hand to your mouth as if holding a fork. But Thatch just nodded eagerly at you, he must have thought you were asking if it was food. Well, duh, it was food of some kind. How dumb did they think you were? You were taking too long by his standards because he plucked one of the brown bits off the plate and held it in front of your mouth. You licked your lips as your heart skittered in your chest. You reached for it with your fingers, only to hear another click and Thatch to pull it away. You frowned, realizing he wanted to feed it to you. 

You parted your lips hesitantly, only for Thatch to pop the piece of food in. You quickly closed your mouth, not wanting to give him any ideas of sticking his fingers in like Marco had before. Chewing and eating the food was an interesting experience . It was kind of dry and wet at the same time, crunchy but also soft. It didn’t have much flavor, maybe a hint of savory broth and saltiness, but it wasn’t completely inedible either. It wasn’t the best thing you’d ever had, but you could choke it down.

You reached down for another bite, grabbing more with your fingers and tossing the strange food into your mouth. Thatch gave you an encouraging click, to which you glared. You knew how to feed yourself, this wasn’t a feat. By the time you’d chewed and swallowed your first few bites, you didn’t care about the texture or taste. Once you started eating, you realized you were starving. You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you’d last eaten but whatever Thatch served you was palatable enough for your stomach. You pinched more between your two fingers, shoving it into your mouth. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled to Thatch after swallowing the bite. His attention hadn’t wavered in the slightest, he was watching you like you were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. It was unnerving to have someone staring at you while you ate but you did you best to ignore him. You ate quickly, not enjoying the feeling of being watched and giving periodic hissing commentary, even if you couldn’t understand it. You ate rapidly, finding the food easy to eat quickly. Once you were done, you pushed the plate away from yourself. There was still a lot left on the plate but if you ate any more, you’d burst.

Thatch made a loud rasp once you were done and reached out slowly for the plate. He took it back from you, hissing loudly as if pleased with your efforts. Now that your stomach was full, you wanted to lay down again. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten so fast, you thought in retrospect. Thatch grabbed a cup of liquid off the table, pushing it against your lips. You took a sip, it tasted like water. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t but you were suddenly too tired to care. 

Your eyelids were heavy now, your body swaying with an unnatural drowsiness. Your head lolled to the side and another hiss escaped from Thatch. This wasn’t normal lethargy, you thought as Thatch hovered over you. You tried to keep your eyes open, to focus on Thatch as he loomed over you. Your mind tried to rile your body to action, but all you could do was curl up back on the bed, your eyelids heavy. Your eyes closed and the last thing you remembered was Thatch pulling the covers up to your neck.

Marco POV

Marco stood outside Pops’ room, checking his controller for your vitals. He’d been checking your vitals every few minutes, the real time data comforting him that you were alive in his absence. He didn’t know how you’d managed to survive without someone monitoring your care - you were always frightened, always scared. Marco knew you’d fallen asleep by the easy rate of your heart but something had frightened you, causing a rapid spike. Thatch had told Marco he was on his way to Marco's room so he sent a message to Thatch on their private message line, just to make sure all was well. 

Marco: Is she alright? I got a notification that her heartrate spiked.

Thatch: She was sleeping when I came in and wasn’t anticipating me waking her up. She startled awake but ate the food I brought her.

Marco: Excellent, thank you. How did she tolerate the food?

Thatch: I was concerned because she initially refused the food but then a gurgling sound emanated from her. I nearly contacted you, I was worried something was wrong. But then she ate most of the serving, she seemed to enjoy it immensely. I made too much – I forgot how small she is. Marco huffed out his nose. Already testing more boundaries like the tricky little human you were. He clicked his tongue out loud as if you were there to hear the reprimand.

Marco: Human stomachs emit noise when they’re hungry, it’s normal for her. Like I said, humans will lie about their needs and wants. This is a perfect example – she refused the food even though she was hungry. You did well to insist she eat .

Thatch: Interesting. I’ll keep that in mind for the future. She repeated the same word a few times as she woke - Sol? I’m not sure what it means, my translator couldn’t determine anything. Marco typed the word into his notes - he’d ask you about it later, along with several other questions he'd gathered over the course of his time with you. Maybe Sol was something important to you that he could use as leverage for your compliance. He really should get to his meeting but his need to know about your current situation was not yet satisfied.

Marco: What is she doing now?

Thatch: She’s asleep again, curled up in your bed. I gave her the narcotics like you asked, they worked nearly immediately. Such a cute little thing [pic attached]. Marco’s heart warmed at the thought of you sleeping in his bed. He had asked Thatch to drug you to sleep using some harmless medications he’d found in his lab. They wouldn’t keep you asleep long, just enough time for Marco to talk to Pops, gather supplies and finish his tasks before returning to you. After this conversation he was going to do a few modifications to you and would prefer if you were not awake for the process. He’d complete them either way, he didn’t need your permission by any means. But the process was rather unpleasant and it would be easier to complete if you weren’t resisting or fearful.

Marco: Thank you again, brother. I wouldn’t trust another with her nutrition. Marco could practically hear his brother’s proud hiss as he received the complimentary message. But Marco wasn’t just complimenting his brother out of courtesy, he trusted Thatch more than any other chef he'd ever met. He trusted him enough to help care for you .

With that, Marco closed the conversation on his controller. He opened the picture attachment Thatch had sent, nearly cooing at the image it displayed. You were indeed curled up in his bed, the mattress much larger than your tiny body. Your fingers were curled around the emergency blanket, making him wonder if it was warm enough in the room for you. He’d adjusted the temperature to the optimal sleeping temperature for humans, but it could vary between humans. Marco wished he was lying next to you, your back flush against his front to warm you, your soft skin against his own. Soon. 

Closing the image, he knocked on Pops’ massive steel door.

“Enter, my son,” Pops boomed from within. Marco had been in Pops’ room innumerous times – his relationship with his Captain spanning many galactic cycles and was proud to be a Whitebeard Commander. Pops was reclining in his massive chair, his eyes bright with interest. Pops was from an old lineage of beings, nearly gone in this age. Whitebeard was a Titan, a colossal being made of moving slabs of naginatite, the strongest mineral in the known galaxies. He respected Pops’ decisions, both as Captain and as his adoptive father. Marco desperately wanted to keep you, but he would abide by whatever Pops decided. 

“Marco, I haven’t heard from you since that merchant ship was sent on its way,” Pops said in his gravelly voice. 

“I have news yoi,” Marco said, wanting to cut right to the heart of the matter. 

“I found a human on that crew. I already detained and examined her. She’s healthy and in breeding range.” Pops shifted in his chair as he thought through the implications of Marco’s statements. Some sediment fell to the floor, but that wasn’t unusual.

“What percent?” Pops asked, the massive slabs of minerals that comprised his body clacking against each other in interest.

“100%. She’s fully human,” Marco said, trying to maintain a cool and detached attitude. Yes, Marco wanted you, but right now he had to act in the best interest of the Whitebeard Pirates, not just for his own personal gain. 

“Were there any other humans aboard the ship?” 

“No. Just her, the rest were commonly found species yoi. She had disguised herself as a Three Eyes, but the scanner picked up her hDNA percentage.” Whitebeard was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts as he stroked the white rocks above his mouth. 

“Where did she come from?” Marco sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He wished he had more answers to give Pops.

“I’m not sure. Based on how I found her and her general demeanor, it is clear she wasn’t owned by any other masters previously. I haven’t able to extract information from her yet. Her translator was external and poorly installed. I had to remove it to heal the infected implantation site. I will be installing another shortly.” Pops continued stroking his mustache, contemplating Marco’s announcement. 

“I saw a human once, many cycles ago. Small thing, slept a lot,” Pops mused. “We need to find out more. Where she’s from, if there are more humans, why was she on that ship, what her plans were,” Whitebeard intoned. Marco nodded, he’d planned on getting that information out of you as well.

“Where is she now?”

“My quarters. She’s sleeping,” Marco’s voice tightened with his admission, swallowing the question he wanted to ask. He wanted to know if he could keep you, if he could be your master. He didn’t want to sway Pops in any direction, assured that Whitebeard would do what  benefitted the crew as a whole. 

“Are you her master then?” Pops asked with a hint of amusement in his tone. Marco bristled slightly but told his Captain the truth.

“For now. I’d like to remain her Master, if you’ll allow it. Humans have always been a special interest of mine, I do feel that between my knowledge of humans and my medical knowledge I am the best equipped to take care of her. Humans are very fragile and I’m worried some of my brothers will accidentally injure her without proper education.”

“I remember your interest, my son. Finally all those articles and videos came in handy,” Pops said with a knowing smile. “And about breeding her?” Marco forced his face to remain neutral. 

“Well…I’d like that too. I tested her limits and she should be able to take a number of the Commanders, but some are too large. It would be a privilege to breed with her,” Marco replied honestly, his feathers ruffling as he spoke. Marco didn’t want to share you with anyone , but he wasn’t the only member of a dying species on board. His face must have shown his apprehension because small rocks fell off Pops’ shoulders as he laughed heartily.

“GURAHAHAHA Keep your human, Marco. You can share her as you see fit, I trust you. From what I remember, humans are social creatures. So if there’s one, there’s more. Your brothers can begin the hunt for their own once we get information from her,” Pops said. 

“Thank you, Pops,” Marco said quickly, his shoulders loosening with the knowledge he wouldn’t have to share his prize. With Pops’ permission to keep you as his personal pet, Marco’s anxiety decreased significantly. Now he could focus on acclimating you to life as his pet, guiding and preparing you for how things would be for the rest of your life. You had quite a bit of training ahead of you, and Marco was excited to be the one to provide it. He hoped you’d settle into a peaceful life, your sadness and fear finally abating as you realized you were safe with him.

“Perhaps I’ll have some grandchildren soon,” Pops said, a wistful look on his face. If Marco had been a human like you, he would have flushed. Marco loved his Captain, would die for him, but did not want to discuss procreation with his father figure. Marco cleared his throat.

“We’ll find the rest of the humans yoi. I’ll get her talking.” 

Chapter Text

Marco POV

Marco spent about an hour collecting various items he needed for you from about the ship. He was trying to keep the news of having a human quiet, at least until you had a translator again and he could explain more of what was happening. But it became increasingly difficult to avoid his brother’s questions about his activities as he gathered supplies. Izou wanted to know why he needed another translator, Haruta wanted to know why he needed infrared lights for his room, Blenheim wanted to know why he needed a youngling suit. Not to mention the crew he ran into while the containment cube trailed behind him filled with seemingly random items. Suspicions were raised among the Commanders but no one said anything outright yet. 

Marco couldn’t help himself from checking on your vitals every few minutes via his controller. They remained steady, your oxygen saturation and heart rate stable. His mind wandered as he pulled up the picture Thatch had sent again. Marco couldn’t get enough of seeing your lithe, limber body in his bed. He really wanted to watch the footage he’d taken earlier during the examination, watching your holes expand to take the rods again, but now was not the moment. He didn’t think his cock could take another round of you making him harder than he’d ever been only to have to wait to do anything about it.

Marco’s final stop along the way was back into his lab. He had run more extensive tests on your blood and found the results surprising. You had been given no immunizations. None. You weren’t immunized against White Lead disease, Sapphire Scale disease, or even against common cold viruses that existed in the galaxies. Given how fragile your health was, he couldn’t believe you’d made it this long without succumbing to some illness. He would have to give you multiple inoculations over the course of the next few days to catch you up. It might make you more fatigued and irritable but it needed to be done. Marco grabbed the injector off the shelf and began selecting for the first round of vaccines that he would administer shortly. 

His hands skimmed over the vials, plucking the ones containing vaccines for the deadliest viruses and diseases you might encounter. Interestingly, you had been exposed to Oro’s Virus. He was shocked when he read the detailed final report; you had barely been exposed to any human based viruses. Wherever you were from was remote and isolated, but somehow had also been exposed to a virus that had been eradicated for about 15 galactic cycles. It had ravaged the galaxies, its effects differing by species, but almost always fatal in those who fell victim to the virus. Marco thanked whatever force was keeping you from dying by the myriad ways you didn’t seem to think about.

As he grabbed the last vaccine vial, he thought about the issue of the clinical cuff. The one you had around your wrist couldn’t remain there, it would start giving faulty readings in a few days. He needed to put something more permanent on you, something that was meant for daily wear. Marco had an idea for a solution but he wasn’t the tech expert, he’d have to ask for help. Marco tapped a quick message to Izou, asking him to come to his quarters in an hour. Izou pinged him back quickly in agreement, as Marco knew he would. Izou thrived on intrigue, he would want to know why Marco had been collecting supplies. So if all went well, Izou would be able to make a prototype for you.

Marco returned as quickly as he could to his quarters while trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. He had a number of tasks but the most important of which was to begin implanting you with the internal translator before you woke fully. The process was easy, but the adaptation to the new translator wouldn’t be, especially for someone with as low of pain tolerance as you. Of course you would be subjected to whatever Marco determined was best for you. But he also promised to keep you from harm so if he could make the process easier for you, he would.  

Marco still remembered the gnawing pain of the translator taking hold in his brain stem despite having it implanted many cycles previously. Unlike the external translators which relied on bulky tech attached to the outside of the head, internal translators were actually microscopic telepathic snails that were injected directly into the brain stem. It was a low tech option but they were much more effective, allowing for closer translations and communications between all species. The positives were that the snails couldn’t be removed or broken in any way, and only died when the host did. The negatives were that it hurt like a bitch when they were implanted and burrowed their way into the brain stem. 

Marco immediately scanned the room for you as he came in. Like Thatch had reported, you were still sleeping on his bed, your chest rising and falling in measured breaths. You looked so sweet like this, a perfect little human pet. He knew your attitude would return after you woke, particularly after he was done with his modifications, but he enjoyed your docility for the moment. 

After admiring your soft curves for a few seconds longer, Marco turned back to the containment cube and pulled out the various modifications and injector. Marco nearly winced when he compared the size of the injector to your neck – the syringe was meant for creatures his size or larger, not someone small like you. Still, it had to be done. 

He placed the injector on a hover tray and set it close to you on the bed. Marco sat near you, his bed warm against his skin due to your body heat. Marco had made the right choice in being hasty, you were close to waking. He had been worried about the dosage  of narcotics he told Thatch to use, using the smallest amount possible. He had been concerned that it would make you sleep too deeply or too long. Human needs meant he would have to keep you on a strict schedule, making sure you always were rested, fed, and well fucked at the appropriate times. He’d establish your routine once you were more settled into your new life and the tumult of your adjustment was over.

That thought in mind, Marco removed the blankets from your top half, once again admiring your smooth and soft skin. As he reached for you, his eyes narrowed at finger shaped bruises on your upper arm. The only being who could have left those in his absence was Thatch. Marco gently picked up your limp arm, examining the marks closely. They were ordinary bruises but Marco ground his teeth at the sight. He had to remind himself of his intentions to mod you before you woke up because what he really wanted to do was find Thatch and beat him for harming you so carelessly. This was why he had to be your Master. Everyone else on board would be too rough with you, injure you, maybe even kill you. They didn’t understand how breakable and fragile you were, how much stronger any one of them were. He’d have to give an information session about how to interact with you to the Commanders before you met them as a group.

Marco healed the bruises quickly, not wanting to see the damage done to your delicate skin, before rolling you onto your stomach. He ran his hand up your spine and moved your hair away from the base of your neck to prepare for injection. Marco probed your neck with his deft fingers, finding a good injection site between your vertebrae. Marco grabbed the injector off the tray, giving it a second to sanitize the area. Once it beeped, he quickly punctured your skin and pressed the lever, forcing the telepathic snails into your brain stem. 

After setting the injector back on the tray, Marco covered you with the blankets once more. His eyes were trained on your expressive face as a small whimper came from your throat. Your brows were knitted in pain as your lower lip pouted. As your Master, he needed to console you with touch, since that was what all humans craved. Marco rolled you to your back and scooped you up into his arms, once again surprised at how light you were. He could carry your small frame endlessly and not feel tired. Maybe he would. 

Settling you into his lap, Marco held you tightly as the pain of the implantation hit you in full.

Your POV

You were in the twilight of being asleep and awake, unable to pull yourself fully into reality. Your head lolled to the side as someone repositioned you to sitting. Your head leaned against something pleasant, a hand rubbing up and down your back while the other held on to your outer hip. Normally this would have been all you ever dreamed of - warm, fed, and being held tenderly. But something felt wrong. 

Something hurt.

And it wasn’t your sore ass or aching head – something hurt inside you, like a parasite was trying to burrow its way into your spine. You whimpered, trying to shift away from the pain. Warm arms held you in place as the agony increased. Tears leaked down your face as you fought the urge to scream. All your muscles were bunching up, your body trying to protect itself against harm. You tried to wake yourself further but it hurt to open your eyes, the light increasing the effect of the stabbing sensation in your neck.

“Shh. I know,” a calm voice said from beyond the haze of artificial sleep. You knew that voice from somewhere but couldn’t place it as your agony increased. The arms tightened further but didn’t hurt you, just gave you something to press against. Sweat was beading on your forehead, the sharp pain nearly unbearable. You whined again, the pain in your neck felt like it was scalpels grinding against your spine. It seemed to be emanating from the base of your neck so you raised a hand to try and rub at the site. A leathery hand encircled your wrist and pinned your hand back down to your side.

“It’s almost done, only a little bit more yoi,” someone said. Despite the pain you cracked open your eyes and looked up. It was Marco, but…you understood him. You tried to talk to him but your tongue felt thick in your mouth.

“ -got me witha transponder?” you mumbled out, the pain already receding.

“I injected you with an internal translator, yes. You should be able to understand me and I can understand you as well. The pain should be ending momentarily,” he said, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. You sagged against him while the pain left as quickly as it built. You rested your head against Marco’s chest, taking a few moments to collect yourself before squaring off against him again. The room spun slightly, maybe your head was still woozy from the drugged food. As you tried to keep from vomiting, Marco pulled the blankets down slightly and reached for something behind you.

“Small pinch yoi,” Marco said as something sharp poked your shoulder blade. 

“Ow! Whassat?” you griped, shifting your body away from him. Marco’s hand brushed against the outside of your breast as he set something silver on a nearby tray, which reminded you that you were still naked. You pulled the blankets back up under your armpits.

“Tracking implant,” he said simply. You blinked slowly. Wait, what?

“Tracking implant?” you mimicked his words back to him, unable to express a complete thought. You felt anger stirring within you but your muddled brain couldn’t quite grasp onto it. Marco hummed and rubbed the irritated site on your back, making you huff. You didn’t need his coddling, you needed him to take that thing out of you. If you had a tracker, your chances of escaping undetected to Lafftale were laughable. 

“Yes. So I am able to track your precise location at any given time yoi. I anticipate that you will generally be with me or in this room. But there may come a time that I must leave you somewhere else and the ship is large. I do not want to risk you getting lost,” he explained, as if that was completely logical.

“ ‘M not a pet,” you retorted, indignation building in your tone. The longer you stayed awake, the clearer your mind became. Memories of your time in his lab rose to the surface, making your face flush once more. You tried pushing at Marco’s arms around you, but it was like trying to move wapolian bands. 

“Which reminds me, you are my pet yoi. I have spoken with my Captain and he said I may remain your Master,” he stated, as if your freedom was something he could take away with one sentence. Every word he said made you angrier, his condescending attitude making your mind short circuit with fury. This was the first conversation he wanted to have with you now that you could communicate?

“Take the tracker out,” you hissed at him, your nails ineffectively digging into the skin of his forearm. You wondered if he could even feel it through his tough skin. 

“No, the tracker will remain in your body,” he said evenly, like he was telling a child they needed to eat healthy foods.

“You - you can’t just do things to me and expect me to let them happen! Get it out!” you said, pushing your head off his chest. You wobbled slightly but didn’t fall back into place. One of his arms reached to the side, while the other remained around your waist.

“Hmm. So I shouldn’t inject you with the vaccines for the five most common viruses in the galaxy? Three of which would kill you within a day?” Marco said calmly as you saw him preparing an injector with small vials. 

“N-no, I didn’t - wait, which viruses? Oro’s Virus? Do they have a vaccine for it?” you asked, trying to shake the remnants of your confusion. Marco’s eyes sharpened when you mentioned Oro’s virus. But you needed to know if there was a vaccine for it, if they’d found a cure. Marco didn’t answer but you heard a beep and felt a sting in your outer thigh as he pushed the lever to the injector. You hissed as the vaccines burned through you, it hurt more than you’d been expecting.

“No, that is the only one you don’t need yoi. You’ve already been exposed, you can’t contract it. Why do you ask?” Marco said conversationally. He didn’t really think you’d tell him, did he? You remained silent as he massaged your outer thigh. It did actually feel nice, the pain receding as he continued to rub your skin. You couldn’t stop a happy sigh as he prodded around the injection site gently with his hallux.

“Everything I do is for your benefit. I will be giving you more inoculations over the coming days as well yoi,” Marco continued, his hallux now rubbing small circles on the injection site. Your ire returned as his statement justified doing whatever he wanted to you. Yes, you were glad he was vaccinating you, but that didn’t mean you liked anything else he did.

“You don’t do things for me! You do things because you want to - y-you like when I’m upset. You left me stranded in th-that dirty bubble and I couldn’t see! It was completely dark and I didn’t know if anyone was in the room or not. That wasn’t for my benefit,” you said, trying to show him the error in his own thought process. Marco’s head tilted to the side as he considered the new information you’d provided, his hand still rubbing your thigh.

“Hm. I did not account for your weak eyes when I activated the privacy chamber. I believe I can adjust it so it is easier for you to see out. You were never in any danger, you do not need to fear being left in this room yoi. Why did it distress you so much? Are you afraid of the dark?” Marco wondered, his hallux leaving your thigh and rising higher towards your face. You had been afraid, you had been afraid of the dark since an incident in your childhood, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“I wasn't afraid, but I didn’t appreciate it,” you said defensively, intercepting his wrist and trying to prevent him from stroking your skin. Like all the times before, it didn’t help. 

“Of course you're not afraid," Marco agreed easily with a small chuckle, making you want to strangle him. "But it was time for you to rest,” Marco said while stroking a finger down your cheek. The way he simply informed you of what he assumed you needed made you see red. For the millionth time you wished you were born a stronger being, some kind of creature that could hold their own against someone like Marco. Your ass hurt just from sitting on his lap now that the pain from the injections wasn't distracting you any longer.

“You don’t get to decide that for me!” you said with an exasperated huff. 

“Did you rest yoi?” Marco asked calmly, his hallux now stroking up and down your neck.

“Of course I did! The food was drugged-” Marco’s hand came up to cup your jaw, turning your head to face him. 

“No, before you ate. Did you rest?” Marco repeated, his eyes boring into your own. Despite his half lidded eyes, you weren’t expecting the intensity of his stare. His teal eyes felt like they were looking directly into your soul. You opened your mouth to lie but before you could Marco’s fingers gripped your chin tightly.

“Do not lie to me yoi. I do not tolerate liars. I have your clinical data, I already know the answer,” Marco said, his teal eyes unblinking. You shut your mouth. There was nothing you could say.

“And there is the answer. I know it is in your nature to rebel, especially since I am your first master. But every correction, every order and rule is designed to help you. The more you obey, the easier the transition will be for you yoi,” Marco said, a pleased chirp emanating from him once more. You tried to push his hands off you so you could get off his lap. You didn’t want to be sitting nude in his lap while he told you how little he thought of you.

“Let me go! I’m not – you don’t know anything about humans!” you demanded. Marco sighed and dropped your chin to toy with your hair.

“It is best we have this conversation now and quell any thoughts you may be having about escaping. And if you wish to get off my lap, you will need to ask politely yoi. Unless of course, my earlier correction wasn’t a sufficient learning experience,” Marco said, paying your defiance no mind. You swallowed thickly, your ass still hurt from earlier. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your mind. You’d have to pick your battles and this wasn’t one you were going to win.

“May I please get off your lap, Marco?” you asked in an overly sweet tone, the words practically dripping in venom. In your mind you were telling him to fuck off and die, but you didn’t think he’d appreciate that.

“No.” 

“But I asked like you said!” you exclaimed, fury clouding your senses as you tried to squirm out of his hold. Marco merely shifted you so that you were pressed with your front to his front, your legs bent over his large thighs. Your breasts were pressed against him, your nipples puckering from the cold air hitting your exposed skin. You shifted, trying to get away, but only felt something large rubbing against your core. Your eyes widened – was that…? There wouldn’t be a way that he could fit if that was - 

“And I declined. If I wish for you to be on my lap, that is where you’ll stay. Besides, you did not address me properly as your Master. Now stop fussing and allow me to tend to you,” he said as he grabbed a textile disc off the nearby tray. Grabbing both your wrists with ease, Marco pulled your chest forward, exposing your back to him. Instead of pressing the disc on your chest like most textile discs, he pressed it into the middle of your back. 

Your back arched as something cold spread across your skin, different than the textile disc you’d felt before. Unlike your wapolium suit, this one was deep blue and significantly softer. You were a little surprised Marco was clothing you given that he seemed to be obsessed with touching your skin. Regardless, you were thankful that you’d have something to wear. The suit continued stretching over you until Marco touched your wrists and neck with two of his fingers. 

“This youngling suit is better suited for you than your previous one. It has some self cleaning properties, a few healing proteins woven into the fabric, and is much softer for your sensitive dermis. It will not give your skin abrasions like the wapolium one,” Marco explained as he let you push back slightly. OK, that did sound better than having your wrists chafe and bleed daily. And maybe the healing properties meant that your ass would feel better by the end of the night. You ran your hands along the dark blue fabric, finding it pleasant to the touch.

“But how will I take it off? I can’t - I can’t reach the disc,” you said, bending your arms behind you to try to touch it. The disc was in the middle of your back, in a spot you couldn’t quite reach. 

“You don’t. Even if you could reach the disc, it won’t respond to you. It is programmed to only respond to me. It’s meant for younglings who need a caretaker, not unlike you,” Marco said condescendingly as your eyes flashed with anger. 

“I don’t need a –”

“We’ve discussed this already yoi,” Marco replied, not even listening to the remainder of your sentence.

“Then how will I relieve myself?” you asked through gritted teeth. You’d figure out a way to get the suit off – maybe this would be a way.

“I programmed it to allow that function independently yoi. It will split as necessary for that reason and rejoin afterwards. Actually, one of the benefits of the youngling suit is that openings can be made on any part and rejoined after the need is fulfilled. Watch.” You stiffened as he trailed a clawed finger across your collarbones, the suit opening as if a seam had been ripped there. But that meant-

“So you have access to m-my whole body. All the time,” you choked out, a new fear making your breaths come faster.

“Of course I do. I am your Master,” Marco said simply. Marco easily moved you again, as if to prove his point. You weren’t resisting, your thoughts still on the suit and how to get it off. He turned you so that you were now sitting with your back against his front, much like you began this experience. Once he moved you to his satisfaction, his fingers delved into the open seam of the suit. The tips of his fingers reached the swell of your breast but didn’t move farther down.

“Stop telling me that, you’re not my master! Let me go!” you protested, your hands gripping his wrist to try and halt his progress. Marco’s hand stilled, though not by your own effort. You bit your lips, cowering a little. Was he going to spank you again?

“You’ve said similar statements a few times. Let us dissect your desire for freedom yoi. Where would you go? Back to the small, ill equipped vessel that left hours ago? Or back to where you originally came from?” he asked. Your mouth slammed shut. You didn’t want him poking and prodding at your origins, the less information you gave him the better.

“You obviously came from some hidden location, no one has owned you before. So where did you come from before the merchant ship?” he purred into your ear, his second hand coming to grip the front of your throat. You weren’t struggling now but you felt your pulse quicken as his long fingers tightened slightly. He wasn’t restricting your breathing, but even the threat of doing so had you feeling faint. You’d thought about being interrogated for information before, it was something you thought you’d prepared yourself for. But preparing and living it were two different things.

“You can do whatever you want to me, torture me however you like. I won’t tell you anything,” you said, feeling his palm against you as you swallowed. Marco gave a dark laugh, the sound worming into your lower stomach and making you clench. You felt his breath on your exposed chest, his fingers now pushing deeper into your suit and cupping your breast. Your breath hitched as he rolled your pert nipple between his fingers.

“Such a defiant little pet. I don’t want to hurt you, I want to pleasure you yoi. And I want you to pleasure me,” he said softly into your ear. A long tongue breached the shell of your ear, making you shiver. 

“Your heart is beating quickly,” he murmured into your ear. “Are you scared again?” You didn’t respond immediately, looking away from him as he kneaded your breast and pinched your nipple. You tried to suppress your mewl as he toyed with you, tried to stop yourself from grinding against his hard length. 

“N-no,” you whispered, wishing you sounded more sure of yourself.

“Perhaps you want something else from me then, hm?” he asked as he opened another seam down the front of your suit, nearly to your pussy. His hand left your throat to explore the new open seam, his talons pushing down your stomach. You resisted the urge to wriggle as he brought your senses to life. What was wrong with you? Why were you ready to moan as he tried to extract vital information from you?  

This was too overwhelming, too much for you right now. You gulped back tears even as you wanted to arch into his touch. You couldn’t believe your body wanted to respond to him again, so soon after he examined and humiliated you. But your mind couldn’t take it, you were too overwhelmed, too raw, too confused. You would crack and break if he did anything else to you right now. 

“S-stop. Please,” you begged quietly, tears starting to pool on your lashline. Marco’s hands stopped as he looked at your face. You felt his lips on your head in what you guessed was supposed to be an approximation of a kiss. He pulled his hands out from beneath your suit and closed the seams once more, his fingers sliding against the fabric of the suit. 

“Sad little human, so pretty when you cry yoi. See what happens when you’re a good girl? When you act like the sweet pet I know you can be?” he cooed at you. You took a shuddering breath, tension making your chest tight. Marco ran his hands over your clothed arms, like he was comforting a frightened animal. He pulled you flush against him, his hands roving over the outside of the suit. You thought he might drop the subject of your origins, but Marco began speaking a few moments later.

“Back to my original question - where would you go with your freedom? You have no spacecraft, no biological immunity to any diseases or viruses, no ability to fight any kind of creatures, no Berri credits, no ability to survive in harsh conditions, and you’d be hunted to the ends of the universe by beings much worse than myself. Your crew did not put up a fight and immediately surrendered you to us. Could you find another that can defeat an Emperor’s crew like this one? A crew who would defend you and not sell you to the Celestial Dragons for trillions of Berri credits? So I ask you again – where would you go ?” His words were practically whispered by the end of his line of questioning, the softly spoken words ripping your plans of escape to shreds. 

Humiliation burned through you and the tears that had threatened to spill earlier were now dripping down your cheeks. OK, there were some parts of your plans you had to think through again, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be relegated to being his personal fuck toy. Marco tutted at you, his thumb rubbing the tears off your face. 

“I do not mean to upset you. But that is the reality of your situation yoi. You are incredibly vulnerable and unfathomably valuable, a dangerous combination. Most beings would not be as kind as I have been. You would have been bred immediately and tortured thereafter for the whereabouts of the other humans. You must remain here with me, there is nowhere else you will be safe. Do not worry, pretty human. I will take care of everything you need,” Marco said quietly as you sniffled.

His words made sense, you knew you were weak and vulnerable. And yet you couldn’t shake your desire for freedom, your need for autonomy. Your species hadn’t eked out survival among the stars just for you to end up right back where you began. You wanted a moment alone to gather your thoughts – there must be some way you could get away from him.  

“And who is this lovely little specimen?” a voice purred as another being entered Marco’s room. His top half was humanoid, complete with two arms and a humanish looking face. His long, straight black hair matched his completely black eyes, strikingly set against his lavender skin. He was dressed elegantly in a long,  purple garment made from real fabric. But as he moved into the room, you saw through a slit in his dark purple dress that his bottom half was composed of tentacles. Long, thick, muscled tentacles propelling him quickly towards you. Your vision narrowed until he was the only thing you could focus on as he gracefully moved towards you, his tentacles moving him so seamlessly he appeared to be floating.

You couldn’t breathe, your suit was now suffocating you. You watched his every move as you clawed ineffectively at the neckline of your suit, trying to get more air in your lungs. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and your heart hammered in your chest. You pushed against Marco with all your might, trying harder than ever to escape his hold. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, giving you additional strength to try and flee as fast as you could. 

You needed to get away.

Now.

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Marco POV

Marco had seen his human upset, you hadn’t liked many situations he had put you in. You had also tried getting off his lap before, your small palms pressing against his chest in a bid for freedom. But that was nothing compared to your efforts now. You were kicking, pushing, pulling, scratching, anything you could think of to get out of Marco’s hold. Marco’s controller alarms were going off at increasingly rapid intervals, alerting him to the already obvious conclusion that you were scared. But why were you so frightened at the sight of Izou? 

Marco kept you on his lap easily, your flailing no match for his vastly superior strength. Normally he’d punish you for fighting against him, but your visual fixation on Izou made it clear you weren’t thinking critically. You were using your base survival instincts, like prey catching sight of a predator. There was a sense of desperation to your fighting, like you’d die if you didn’t get away. You even bit Marco’s forearm, your dull teeth inflicting no damage on his skin. Marco clicked his tongue in rebuke and easily captured your wrists in one of his hands. The other grabbed your jaw – you couldn't bite him, no matter what the issue was.

“Little human, bite me again and you get punished. Why are you so upset?” Marco asked, pulling you closer to him once more. Your frenzied eyes were still locked on Izou as you panted. The only sign that you had even heard Marco addressing you was a brief flickering of your eyes away from his brother. Izou halted his progress towards the bed, his head tilted slightly as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Suddenly, you went completely slack, your abrupt limpness surprising Marco. Marco loosened his hold on your wrists to check his controller and ensure nothing catastrophic had happened to you in the short time span. Humans were unpredictable in behavior but also sometimes in their bodily functions as well. There were a myriad of ways in which your body could fail you and he didn’t want to take any chances. 

In that one moment, you scrabbled off his lap and onto the floor. You wedged yourself in the tiny gap between the headboard of his bed and the wall of his room, crawling rapidly to the center of the bed where it was more difficult to reach you. To your credit, you acted while he was distracted and were much faster than Marco was anticipating. Marco sighed and stood up, taking the few steps to the head of the bed. Peering under, you had curled yourself into a little ball, your arms hugging your knees. Your eyes were wide and you leaned away as he reached for you. He would have to remember to change the arrangement of the bed so you couldn’t hide there a second time.

“Come out yoi,” Marco ordered, trying to keep his tone neutral. He could easily unlatch the bed from the floor and move it to get to you, but he wanted you to comply with his commands. You shook your head rapidly, scooting away from him. This was not the presentation of a well behaved human pet he would have liked to have given Izou, but he couldn’t really be blamed. He only found you earlier that day, he’d train you soon.

And there would be time for punishment and correction later, but Marco truly didn’t think your intention was defiance. You didn’t even know why Izou was in the room, his presence alone was petrifying you. For his part, Izou didn’t seem offended and was observing the situation at hand, for which Marco was grateful.

“She’s human?” Izou asked, idly playing with his hair. Izou’s reaction might seem subdued to most, but Marco knew him well. His smaller tentacles were wriggling and curling at the tips and he was stroking his long hair, a sure of interest. 

“She is. I need your help making a monitoring device for her. But I’m not sure why she’s reacting like this. She hasn’t displayed this kind of behavior towards anyone else,” Marco mused, righting himself for a moment. Izou hummed but didn’t say anything, watching Marco crouch down again.

“Come out now so we can discuss your inappropriate behavior. If you persist in hiding, I will have to extricate you, which I assure you will be much more unpleasant,” Marco said sternly. You hesitated, likely weighing the likelihood of a spanking against being near Izou. Even with the threat of being punished, you were cautious to leave the false safety of your hiding place. It was time to end this foolishness – he had told you that Izou was safe to be around and you needed to trust his judgement. 

“Your punishment will be more severe than last time if you do not comply in the next few seconds,” Marco added, watching your cheeks flood with color. It was so easy to determine what you were thinking based on your body’s responses. He idly wondered if this was how real Three Eyes felt around others with their telepathic powers. He watched you slowly get on your hands and knees to crawl towards the edge of the bed. Marco enjoyed watching the sway of your breasts as you moved forward in that submissive position.  He would remember it for later, maybe a little crawling would put you in the proper mindset. 

“Have you met her before?” Marco asked Izou as you shuffled forward. He believed the likelihood to be incredibly low, but couldn’t imagine why else you’d be so scared. You finally came out of the crevice and stood up, shifting your weight from foot to foot and avoiding looking at Marco. Regardless of whether you were afraid of being punished or of Izou, your nervousness was misplaced. Marco sat back down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap once more, your front pressed against his own in case he needed to secure you again. Your frail body was shaking as Marco wrapped an arm around you for your comfort. 

“Regrettably not. I would remember if I met a human, particularly one who looked as beautiful as this,” Izou said with a smile, moving towards you once more. As soon as Izou got within arm’s distance of you, your face paled and your eyes grew impossibly wide as you went still in Marco’s hold. Your body was still trembling as Marco’s beeping controller told him you were on the verge of a syncopal episode. 

“Little human, calm down yoi. You are not in danger,” Marco said, both his arms encircling you as your eyes scrunched shut. You cringed away from Izou, now pushing yourself into Marco’s chest as if for protection. He couldn’t help but feel pleased at the way you curled yourself into his chest, your face snug against his tattoo as you continued staring at Izou. Maybe one day you’d do this without a feeling of impending doom.

“M-marc- Master, p-please don’t - not that-  I can’t - not with - please don’t-” you hiccuped, unable to form a complete sentence in your fear. 

“Pretty human, tell me what is happening so I can help you. Why are you so fearful?” Marco asked while trailing his hands up and down your back. He noted that you had twice called him Master when seeking protection and help from him, but otherwise you were calling him by his name. He’d need to address that with you later, after this incident ended.

“I-is he a Cnidarian?” you choked out, still watching Izou. Marco nodded as he replied. 

“Izou is a Cnidarian, yes.” Your heart rate spiked again, his controller beeping rapidly. “What are you afraid of?” Marco asked, his free hand turning your face away from Izou to break your stare. Your fearful eyes snapped to his, bouncing around his face as if trying to determine what he was going to do next. You swallowed and took a deep breath, the first since Izou had come into the room. 

“You’re gonna b-beat me again if I s-say anything,” you murmured to him, burying your face into his shoulder in a bid to avoid looking at Izou. Marco tutted at you, pushing some of your hair away from your face. 

“I’ve never beaten you, only spanked you for correction. I assure you they are not the same yoi,” Marco said, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck. You didn’t answer, but your shoulders continued to shake. This was getting them nowhere. He did want Izou to determine if a prototype would be feasible, but he needed to calm you first.

“Izou, would you mind leaving us for just a moment? I apologize,” Marco said, patting your back gently. Izou inclined his head, his hair sweeping over his back as he left the room once more. The moment that the door closed again, you began crying again, your little body wracked with sobs. Marco shushed you softly, pulling you tightly against him. Despite the alarms on his controller telling him you were still agitated, he was enjoying comforting you during a time of distress. This would be an excellent means to show you what you gained by putting your trust into him. As your tears became farther and farther spaced, Marco broached the subject once again.

“I am not upset with you, I understand you are distressed. How can I help you, little human?” he said, trying for a sympathetic tone. 

“D-do you p-promise not to punish me?” You asked, your voice hitching as your eyes filled with tears again. 

“I promise, if you speak truthfully,” Marco said solemnly. He wouldn't punish you, but he couldn't imagine what it was you were afraid to say. You took a deep breath, your face still trained down onto your lap and wiped away an errant tear with your shoulder.

“I heard s-stories about Cnidarians. Lots of stories. The Legend-dary Hour. H-how they - how they k-killed th-thousands of humans. T-torn limb from limb, split in h-half by giant tentacles, boiled to death, battered, s-single use humans, s-so many p-people died and t-they just laughed,” you stuttered out.

Marco looked down at you, cowering and half hidden into his chest. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed you clinging to him, even if the source of your distress was misplaced. He would ask Izou afterwards if that was true, he hadn't heard of an event like that happening, though news from Wano was rare. He didn’t doubt that under Kaido’s regime such atrocities could happen, he just wanted to verify for his own knowledge.

“Little human, you do not need to worry about such things happening to you yoi. I already told you that you will not be injured by anyone and certainly not by one of my brothers. Izou will not endanger you, he can be quite kind in his own way. But doesn’t this only highlight what I told you before? How you need someone to help and protect you?” Marco said, gently prying you away from his chest and tilting your head to look at his face. 

“Izou will be returning to the room, and you will behave for him while he completes his work. You can remain on my lap for the duration, will that comfort you?”

“D-does he have to?” you asked, sniffling now that you were done crying. Your eyes were red and your face puffy and although you looked pathetic, Marco couldn’t help but think about how cute you were.

“He does,” Marco affirmed. Realistically, Marco could have this conversation elsewhere, without being in your presence. But Marco felt this was a good learning opportunity for you. You didn’t need to like all of the crew but you needed to feel secure around all the Commanders, not just him. And if you were a little frightened and sought him for comfort, all the better. Maybe you’d concede his point that you were unable to live independently and needed to remain with him.

This time you didn’t retort or huff at him, you mutely nodded your head while entwining your arms around his waist. Marco would give you an orgasm after Izou left, he decided. It would serve both as a means to stabilize your emotions, a punishment for calling him by name, and a reward for your compliance all in one. You needed to be trained, your erratic behavior wasn’t acceptable any longer.

And Marco looked forward to teaching you.

Your POV

Yes, Marco was still a gigantic asshole. And yes, you would still get away from him, no matter how foolish he said your plans were. But you’d take him any day over the Cnidarian who had been watching you from a few feet away. Just looking at him made you shiver, your childhood fears come to life. You’d heard so many stories of the terrors that Cnidarians wrought on humans that you couldn’t shake your terror, no matter what Marco told you. You were coming down from a massive freakout, panic barely subsiding in your chest as you braced for Marco to punish you. 

You buried your face in Marco’s chest, trying to make yourself smaller. Maybe if you were too pathetic, he wouldn’t call Izou back in the room and let the whole thing go. And, if you were honest with yourself, you wanted to feel protected. Not that you’d ever tell him that. 

“Izou, would you mind coming back in?” Marco asked, his voice carrying beyond the door. It was childish, but you turned your face away from the entrancec, pressing as close to Marco as you could. His arms tightened around you, but you weren’t sure that it was a good sign of things to come. You heard the door open and shut but kept your gaze on the opposite wall.

“I apologize, Izou. She’s heard a few unpleasant stories about Cnidarians. I have told her repeatedly that you will not harm her, but she is still emotional,” Marco said, his hand rubbing circles on your back. You’d heard more than a few, you’d heard about it endlessly as a child. Your mother had been the sole human survivor from the Legendary Hour, her journey to freedom both incredible and horrifying. 

“I understand her hesitation. Our reputation is less than stellar for some species,” he said evenly, the swishing of his garments alerting you that he was coming closer. You cringed, your fingers tightening on Marco’s back. 

“You need to apologize, little human,” Marco said to you in a low tone even as he held you tighter. You didn’t turn your face back to Izou, keeping it trained on the bedroom wall. Marco clicked his tongue, which by now you knew meant he was displeased. 

“You were rude, Izou has done nothing to warrant your fear. Apologize,” Marco ordered you, though his tone was still soft. You thought about your choices – you really didn’t want to be punished in front of Izou and Marco’s tone left no doubt in your mind that he’d carry it out if you refused. You were going to have to say sorry for being scared.

You slowly unclenched your hands from Marco’s arms and turned your head to face him. Marco probably wanted you to look at Izou but you couldn’t - you couldn’t look at those tentacles without thinking about your mother’s long drawn face, her eyes distant as she told you the horrors she witnessed. 

All the human survivors who found their way to Lafftale were a little off due to their experiences, but your mother was by far the most far gone. As a free-born human, you couldn’t relate to the stories she told, only having known safe Lafftale as your home. One of your strongest memories as a child was of her crazed eyes as she told you the gruesome details of the murders she witnessed, dark shadows passing across her face as you sat in near complete darkness. Part of her learned phobias meant that you weren’t allowed to use any lightsource during the night, no matter what was happening.

“’M sorry,” you mumbled in a near whisper, hoping it was enough for Marco. 

“You are forgiven, human. I understand why you would be fearful,” Izou said in his melodious voice. You wanted to turn your face away again but decided against it. You studiously kept your eyes on the floor behind him, careful not to look at his wriggling tentacles. Marco patted your head again, though you didn’t have it in you to be angry about the demeaning gesture right now. Marco must have determined that your apology was sufficient because he changed the topic of conversation. 

“I was hoping you could help me solve a problem. I need to be aware of her vitals at all times. Humans are very fragile, both emotionally and physically, and are easily injured. Right now she’s wearing a clinical cuff to alert me of anything significant, but that will degrade over the next few days – it’s not meant for daily use. I don’t want to keep putting them on her, I want a more permanent solution that doesn’t need replacement. What are your thoughts?” Marco asked. There was silence in the room as Izou thought for a moment.

“I could modify a controller, taking away everything but increasing the clinical monitoring component. Maybe add a few other functions if you would like. It shouldn’t be difficult if you can give me her normal clinical parameters,” Izou suggested.

“We’d have to lock it on her – humans are wily – but that’s a great solution. Perhaps we could also leave a simple messaging system on it? Unidirectional, so I could message her should the need arise?” Marco answered as you balled your fingers into fists. You didn’t want another monitoring system, the tracker under your skin already horrible enough, not to mention the cuff and the disc still inside you. 

“It should be simple enough to make. I can have it done in a few hours if no crisis arises,” Izou said easily, now coming even closer towards you. You suppressed a whimper as he stopped right in front of you, now unable to avoid looking at his tentacles.

“I need to measure your arm for your controller. Please extend it as far as you can,” Izou asked with a smile. You didn’t return it, instead looking at Marco to see how angry he’d be if you refused. His mouth was set in a firm line, watching you with his unblinking teal eyes. Oh, he’d be mad. Your thoughts on how to get out of the situation were lost when Izou addressed you again.

“What is your name? Surely you don’t want to be called ‘little human’ forever. I wouldn’t want to be called ‘Cnidarian,” he said calmly, a large, thick tentacle rising in front of you. You tried not to shift backwards and keep yourself steady even though you wanted to bolt. Marco’s controller beeped again, but you ignored it. Marco stiffened under you, his arms holding you tighter.

You weren’t sure what to say exactly. You didn’t want to give them your real name, it felt too private for them to know. You settled on the nickname that your sister gave you as kids, the one that matched her own.

“Luna,” you said quietly. 

“That’s a pretty name. It was the moon that orbited Eurt, correct?” Marco asked quickly. You nodded, a little surprised he knew such minutia about your home planet.

“Yeah, it’s the moon that orbits Eurt,” you confirmed. Marco gave you a look you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“And I forget –what was the name of the star in that system?” Marco asked. You were taken aback – why did he want to know about your solar system? It wasn’t personal information, it was where all humans had come from. You couldn’t think of a reason not to tell him; there wasn’t anything about you or the others that Marco could glean from sharing the information of your species origins.

“We call it the Sun, or Sol,” you said hesitantly, licking your lips, unsure where this non sequitur line of questioning was going.

“Of course, how could I have forgotten?” he said easily with a pleased churr. You didn’t answer, something felt off about this exchange. You forgot it as soon as Izou’s tentacle entered your field of vision.

“Alright, Luna. Give me your arm, I’m going to measure it,” Izou ordered calmly, returning to the original ask. Marco’s controller beeped again as you felt your heart rate spike. Marco wouldn’t let him hurt you, right? He told you a bunch of times that you’d be safe, was that worth anything? He wanted to keep you and protect you and that probably included not letting tentacle monsters eat you or fuck you to death. You slowly extended your arm, though you kept your fist tightly clenched, your fingernails digging into your palm. 

“You’re doing so well, little human,” Marco praised you, returning to the original name he’d been calling you. The two of them were treating you like a child, babying you so you complied without fighting. 

Faster than you could see, a small tentacle wrapped around your wrist. You yelped and tried to retract your arm back to your chest, but Marco’s fingers gripped your wrist and held your arm out, keeping it extended as Izou wanted. The beeping on Marco’s controller was increasing rapidly again as you tried to keep yourself from panicking, tugging on your arm uselessly. You whimpered as the tentacle tightened slightly, the suckers now attaching to your skin.

“Stop, it will be over momentarily,” Marco said in a hushed voice as Izou’s tentacle looped again around your wrist, holding it firmly. You had been expecting something slimy but the texture was different from what you imagined. It was cool to the touch, the strong muscles of the tentacle evident under a velvety outer dermis. Izou let go as quickly as he’d grabbed you, leaving your wrist in Marco’s hands.

“There, all done. Was that so bad, Luna?” Izou asked, bending down in front of your face. You pulled your arm to your chest, rubbing your wrist with your free hand. It hadn’t hurt, but you didn’t want to do it and didn’t want the controller made either. You shook your head, not wanting to talk to him any more than you had to. Marco’s arms encircled you once more before letting go.

“I’m going to speak with Izou outside for a moment. This is an opportunity for you to show me that you can be well behaved. Remain on the bed,” Marco stated, tipping your head up with two fingers to look at him. You nodded. You would behave, he didn’t have to worry about you getting off the bed.

You weren’t going anywhere near Izou.

Marco POV

Luna. 

It really was a beautiful name, and it suited you well. When Izou asked for your name, a pang of jealousy flared in Marco’s gut. He should have been the one to utter your name first, not Izou, but he hadn’t even thought to ask. At least now he knew what to call you – when you behaved well enough to deserve it.

He gave you one last look as he and Izou walked towards the door. You were picking up the red blanket from under the emergency one, holding it against your chest. He’d have to ask what the comfort item meant to you, why you were so attached. 

“I can’t believe you found a human,” Izou mused as soon as the door was closed.

“I know, it’s incredible,” Marco agreed.

“No, I’m saying I can’t believe it was you who found a human. After years of reading all those articles and watching those videos. It must have been fate,” Izou said with a small smirk. Marco rolled his eyes at his brother. He’d known Izou for many cycles and had shared his love of humans with his brothers in the past. 

“Can you make the cuff for her? You’ve seen what she’s like, her emotions control her body functions. I need to be kept abreast of how she’s feeling in case I need to intervene,” Marco explained. It was truly an anomaly how humans had made thousands of years without dying off. 

“I can easily make it. I’ll have to adjust the smallest size we have for her, but it shouldn’t take long,” Izou said, a smile still on his face.

“I don’t think I need to tell you, but please keep the news of her arrival private for now. I’m going to bring her to the Commander meeting later to educate everyone about her needs. I’ll be taking care of her, but there are certain things everyone needs to know in order to avoid injuring her,” Marco explained. He also wanted to get ahead of any rumors that might start circulating and let the Commanders disseminate the information as they saw fit.

“I did have a question though. She mentioned a human massacre called the Legendary Hour in Wano. Do you know of any such event?” Marco asked, leaning against the outer wall of his bedroom. Izou had come from Wano many cycles prior but was sometimes able to communicate with his sister to find out the happenings on his home planet.

“There was such an atrocity,” Izou confirmed, nodding his head. “Kaido and his regime killed thousands of humans either by trying to mate them or by not keeping them in the right conditions during a very short period of time. It was…beyond unsightly,” Izou said, his tentacles straightening in distaste. “Though I do wonder how she knew about the Legendary Hour. The planet is closed to outsiders and has been for many cycles, including at the time of that tragedy,” he mused, his tentacles curling once more. One more mystery for Marco to solve.

“Did you measure her sufficiently?” Marco asked, still mulling over the information. 

“I did, though I didn’t need to measure her via touch,” Izou said mildly. “I assume you wanted to acclimate her to my presence since she’s going to be living here from now on,” Izou guessed. 

“Yes, that’s right,” Marco affirmed. He was also thinking over your conversation about the solar system and the words Thatch said you were muttering in your sleep. The matching names made him think Sol was someone you were close to, maybe a family member. Likely another human, since the two of you were named after the Eurt solar system. So there was at least one more human – the question was – where?  

“Thank you, Izou. Let me know when you’re done and we can attach it to her,” Marco said, giving his brother a small bow. Izou smiled, his tentacles curling once more. 

“I wonder if there are more humans hidden in the cosmos,” he mused as he started sauntering away.

Marco was sure of it. And soon they’d be joining you on the Moby.

He just had to train you first. 

Chapter Text

Your POV

Marco and Izou were talking in the hall, you could hear murmuring from beyond the wall. And true to your word, you weren’t going to move. You’d only just been able to take a full breath now that Izou had left the room again. His touch hadn’t been as bad as you were expecting, that was true. But you’d be perfectly happy if you never saw him again. You didn’t think that was going to happen given that he was also a Commander, but a girl could dream.

A few moments later and the doors to Marco’s room opened once more, revealing only the Phoenix Commander himself. He had an inscrutable look on his face, like he was somewhere between pleased and angry. You shifted nervously on the bed, unsure of what this meant for you. Marco stalked over to you, looking down at you from his higher vantage point before crouching down. He quickly assessed you, making him seem more like the doctor he was and less your captor.

“How are you feeling yoi?” he asked, his eyes roving over your face. You weren’t sure if he actually cared about what you said, he always did what he wanted regardless of how you felt about it.

“Alright,” you hedged, unsure what the best answer would be. You felt like you couldn’t be truthful with Marco, that there was always something he was looking for to punish you for. He hadn’t been mad that you were upset by Izou, but also hadn’t tolerated it for long.

“I did not expect you to have such an emotional reaction to Izou,” he said, raising his hand towards your face. You flinched backwards even as you heard Marco clicking his tongue. He ran his hallux over your cheek, frowning as his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. 

“Why do you flinch away from me? I have never hurt you yoi,” he asked softly, looking into your eyes.

“I dunno,” you whispered, not mentioning that the spanking definitely hurt. But he was right, the flinching wasn’t from anything he’d done. It was a habit engrained in you from childhood that you’d never been able to shake. Marco’s frown deepened, but he didn’t press the issue. Marco also didn’t mention that you hadn’t answered his question - and you weren’t going to remind him. The topic of Cnidarians wasn’t something you wanted to revisit. 

“Come along, we are going back to my lab. Later, we will attend the Commanders meeting, after which I will feed you. After you eat, we will sleep for an extended period as you require,” Marco stated, standing up abruptly and extending his hand to you. You froze - there was no way you were going back to that lab. The last time you were there was still fresh in your mind. And you didn’t know why you’d need to sleep again so soon, you’d taken a long nap thanks to the drugs. And didn’t he tell Izou the Commander meeting wasn’t until later? What would be taking up the time between then and now? You didn’t ask but it made you want to go to the lab even less.

“Can’t I stay here?” you asked, your fingers worrying the fabric of your blanket between them. It was childish to cling to your blanket, but it was the only remnant you had from Lafftale. It reminded you of home, the rare red fabric strongly tied to the few happy moments in your childhood. Marco frowned at you again, his eyes narrowing in reproach. OK, that answered your question. You let go of the blanket and put your hand in his. He pulled you to standing, surprisingly careful of his size and strength relative to yours. You tried retracting your hand from his now that you were upright but he simply cocked his head at you.

“We don’t need to hold hands,” you grumbled, tugging on your arm once more.

“To answer your question, the lights in my  room are being replaced to a more suitable variety for you. Something more similar to the natural light range on Eurt. It will be easier on your eyes given that you will be spending extended periods of time in my quarters. I am giving Haruta space to work,” Marco explained. Ok, that was actually… thoughtful. You stopped pulling on your arm for a moment, considering thanking him for once. The overhead lights were harsh on your eyes, but you’d learned to deal with it on your first ship. 

“As for holding your hand, I desire to,” he said simply, gripping your hand a little tighter. Ah, there it was. The familiar condescending, controlling attitude you’d grown to hate. Even so, your earlier efforts showed you there was no benefit to trying to wrestle your hand away. At least the walk to the infirmary wasn’t very long. And he wasn’t getting that thank you. 

After walking in tandem with Marco for a few moments, you started lagging behind when the door to Marco’s lab was in eyesight. Marco tutted at you and gently pulled you along, ignoring  his softly beeping controller. There was no doubt in your mind that it was linked to your vitals, telling him that your heart was beating faster. Once at the door, Marco used his palm to access the lab. The doors opened to reveal the very room you’d been inspected in, making you shiver. It had been reset in your absence, looking as sterile as it had before. 

“Come inside yoi. You must rehydrate,” Marco ordered, though his tone was mild. You still felt hesitant even though this was fairly straightforward. You wavered back and forth on if you should enter but ultimately he simply pulled you into the lab, the doors shutting behind you. Marco let go of your hand to tap out a few messages on his controller. He grunted after a moment, his attention returning to you. You were shifting from foot to foot, your nervous energy making it difficult for you to stay in one place.

After monitoring you for a few seconds, Marco walked over to a far cabinet and retrieved a cup of some kind off a high shelf. He filled it at the liquid replicator, selecting an option off the machine’s screen. You tried to determine what he’d selected but you couldn’t read fast enough before the screen changed. Marco seemed knowledgeable enough about humans to realize you needed water and would probably avoid giving you toxic liquids. He’d mentioned rehydration, you hoped he meant just water. It made your nerves skyrocket not knowing exactly what you’d be receiving. 

This was one of many times you wished you were better at reading Common. All translators helped with verbal communication, but not written. There hadn’t been many humans who were proficient at reading Common back at Lafftale, and most of them had died some years back when you were young. You only received a few lessons from an old survivor before she too passed away from Oro’s virus. Maybe if you could somehow convince Marco that it would make you more obedient, he’d teach you to read Common more fluently. At least it would be something productive to do with your time.

Your thoughts about Common left your mind as Marco headed back towards you with long strides, the transparent cup now full of clear liquid. He handed it to you gingerly, ensuring you held the cup with two hands wrapped around the middle. 

“We have plenty of water on the ship, you can drink as much as you want,” Marco said, removing his hands. You relaxed, this was only water. The material of the cup was perfectly clear and so smooth, you hadn’t seen anything like it before. You turned the cup around in your hands – it fit your size well, unlike the far too large cups with which you usually had to make due. You lifted it to your face, careful not to slosh the water inside, and noted the distortions it made of the room. Interesting.

“That is an antique human drinking vessel yoi. It is fragile, do not drop it or it will shatter. It is made of a material called glass, which is superheated silica. Apparently these types of cups used to be common on Eurt,” Marco said as you continued to look at it curiously. 

“Thank you, Marco,” you said, immediately regretting the use of his name as his expression soured. Whatever, you weren’t going to call him Master, he better get used to it now. You took a big gulp of the cool water, feeling immediate relief. You couldn’t help yourself, you chugged it down greedily. 

“Slowly, slowly. No one’s taking it away from you yoi,” Marco murmured, using one finger to push the glass gently away from your face. You nearly laughed at his statement – on Lafftale, that was the exact problem. As a child, if you didn’t drink all your water right away, someone bigger might come and take it from you by force. You tried sipping it but your old habits rose up again after only a few more sips. You took another big gulp, your cheeks puffed out, completely filled with water. Marco sighed and motioned for you to give him the now empty cup. After handing it over, he refilled it for you and handed it back. 

“Like I said, there’s plenty of water yoi. We’re not going to run out. Though it can be difficult to maintain water stores,” Marco mused, his eyes tracking your every movement. You took another sip to avoid answering. In fact, he was correct – Lafftale was far removed from a reliable water source and the precious liquid was strictly rationed. There were ways of collecting water on the outpost and recycling it, but there was never enough to have everyone satisfied. Drinking two cups of water at one time, like you were now, was a luxury. You gave a breathy sigh as you looked at your glass, ready to chug more.

“I want you to clarify the situation that distressed you in the shower yoi. What exactly was upsetting you? Were you injured by the temperature or pressure of the water?” he asked, hsi large finger pushing the glass away from your face again. You pursed your lips and thought for a moment. This time you’d actually have to respond, he was waiting for you to answer. And there was nothing wrong with what you were saying, you didn’t have to reveal anything about your origins.

“I don’t like water being wasted,” you clarified, pushing his finger off your cup and raising it back to your face. Oh, was there anything as good as a cool glass of water? Sol would love these glasses, you’d have to find one with her when the two of you finally made it to Eurt. Marco hummed as he watched you drink.

“It may be relieving for you to know that the water wasn’t wasted. Anything that goes down the drain is cleaned and reused. We have a highly advanced gray water system.” You gave him careful consideration as you swallowed what was in your mouth, nodding your understanding. Maybe the next time you’d be able to enjoy the shower’s warmth, you thought. You finished the second glass and reluctantly handed it back to Marco. You were loath to let go of the glass even though it wasn't yours. Anything human from Eurt was nearly impossible to find, you didn’t know how Marco had acquired such an item. Marco must have sensed your reluctance to part with it because his eyes crinkled at the corners in mirth. 

“The glass is now yours. I will keep it safe for you here in the lab. After all, it is fitting for a human to have the glass yoi,” he said, taking it to the sterilization station. The machine hummed for a few seconds after which Marco put it back in the cabinet. He grabbed a few other items, putting them into his pants pockets before turning to you. His gaze hardened and he crossed his arms. The hairs on the back of your neck rose - something bad was about to happen.

“Up on the table,” he ordered, patting the very examination table you’d been on before.

“No,” you asserted, taking a step back towards the door. 

“Yes,” he affirmed, his fingers drumming on his crossed arms. He didn’t make any movements towards you, waiting for you to comply just like he did earlier when you crawled under the bed. No chance this time.

“No!” you said loudly, taking another step backwards.

“I know it has been a difficult adjustment period for you yoi. I am pleased with your apology and eventual capitulation towards Izou. However, you do need emotional regulation as well as a reminder of the nature of our relationship. It is time to begin your training,” he declared. You swallowed thickly, you remembered Marco mentioning your training during your examination.

“Get up on the table. Your punishment will increase if you don not comply the first time I ask,” he stated, giving you an unrelenting stare. Those teal eyes would haunt you for the rest of your life, you were sure of it. Licking your lips, you considered your choices. Maybe it wouldn’t be that….no. No. You were done thinking about everything logically. You didn’t want to get back on that bench and you were going to do everything in your power not to. Without looking behind you, you bolted for the door.

Or tried to. 

You made it two steps before Marco’s arms were around your waist, hauling you up over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. You struggled as Marco brought you over to the bench and laid you on top of it as easily as if you weren’t fighting at all. You initially thought to scramble down and try again but froze when you heard the click emanating from his mouth. Maybe he really was training you like a pet, you thought, your body was tense from his hearing his displeasure. Marco held your wrists in one large hand again, the other splayed on your chest, pinning you to the table.

“I am going to stimulate you,” he indicated, his eyes flashing with delight. You balked immediately and tried bucking his hands off. An orgasm was not something you wanted or needed from him. But before you could do anything else, your wrists were bound together in those fucking cuffs again. Marco pinned them overhead, keeping you stretched out on your back. Your heart sank as you realized you were in the same position as before – vulnerable and spread for his pleasure.

“N-no, I don’t want that,” you protested, trying to get out of the cuffs. 

“I didn’t ask if you wanted it, I told you I’m going to do it,” Marco said evenly. “An eventual orgasm will help regulate your dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins yoi. You’ve been quite unstable today,” he explained. His condescending attitude made you burn with humiliation, and you were unable to keep yourself from lashing out.

“I wonder w-why! You’re gon- no, I don’t want you to t-touch me!” you protested, twisting your limbs in vain trying to get away as he parted your legs to stand between them. You weren’t sure why he left your legs free, he’d bound them before. You kicked at him, Marco easily catching one ankle in his hand. He used his free hand to silence the beeps coming from his controller, ignoring the clinical signals of your anxiety and fear.

“When you learn to behave, you won’t need to be restrained yoi,” he said placidly, like it was your fault he bound you to the bench again. 

“Now then. We’re going to work on what you call me yoi. You have been calling me by my personal name, against my commands. And yet, if you desire assistance or protection from me, you have called me Master in the past. So let’s see to it that you only call me Master, yes?,” Marco husked, reaching under your arching back for the textile disc. You felt him pressing the disc, your suit immediately beginning to retract. Your skin prickled with the cold as you were soon completely nude. You tugged on your leg, wanting to cover your core but Marco moved it to the side and stepped even closer. He set your foot down gently, leaning over you so both his forearms were on the bench beside your head, his face close to your own.

“So weak yet so defiant. I wonder how high your frustration tolerance is,” Marco purred into your ear as he leaned more of his bodyweight on you. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your parted thighs as you strained against your constraints. You hadn’t actually seen it yet but based on what you were feeling, it was huge. Tests be damned, you didn’t think he’d fit.

“Why do you always struggle yoi? What does it get you? It always ends the same for you. Wouldn’t it be easier to obey the first time? Now you have to suffer an additional round,” he questioned, his long teal tongue flicking out of his mouth. Your lower lip wobbled as he licked up your neck in one long stripe, ending at your mouth. He had a much longer, thicker, and more well muscled than a human tongue, the cool sensation unfamiliar. 

“An additional round of wh… l-leave me alone,” you hissed, already feeling your body temperature rising. Marco ignored you like always, his tongue now lapping against your carotid artery. He was nipping and sucking on the skin of your neck, slowly working his way lower. It wasn’t something you wanted and yet you could feel your hips rising as your breaths started coming in short pants. He shifted, his arms leaving the table to cup your breasts, squishing them together. You tried pushing him away with your feet, your heels digging uselessly into his sides. Marco didn’t even bother acknowledging your efforts. Instead he rolled your nipple between his fingers, his dark laugh making you squirm even more.

“Your body already acknowledges me as your Master, even if you do not,” Marco husked before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and sucking. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you as he increased the suction, his tongue toying with your nipple inside his mouth. It felt like there was a hard bit at the end of it, not like the soft human tongues you were used to. You squeaked as his tongue pinched your nipple from inside his mouth. He pulled himself off your nipple with a pop, his hallux rubbing over the tender nub. 

“You’re n-not my mah-master!” you protested as he gently bit the side of your breast. You pressed your lips together to hold back your mewls as he sucked and nipped at your tender skin. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were enjoying his attention.

“We shall see how you feel by the end of our training session yoi. Orgasm denial tends to work well in humans as a non-corporal correction,” he said before lowering his head back down to give your breasts more attention. Your fingers curled and uncurled in your palms as you tried to hide your mounting reactions to Marco playing with your breasts. 

“Truly lovely. Most mammals don’t have their mammaries develop until they are with child, but humans are unique in many ways. So sensitive too, even without nursing,” he mused, almost to himself. After studying it for a moment, Marco bit down on one of your nipples. Your back arched and your heels dug into his side as a moan slipped unbidden past your mouth.

“Mm. I haven’t spent enough time admiring your breasts yet, but they’ll have to wait yoi,” Marco said silkily, one of his hands reaching in between your bodies to cup your core. You tried to use your feet to back away from him but it was no use - you were just as stuck as before. He brought his hand to his mouth, quickly biting off the talons on his fingers and spitting them to the side and repeating the process with his other hand. Marco reached back between you to run a long finger between your dripping lower lips. He brought his wet finger to your face, showing you your own slick, before sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You turned your head to the side as tears pooled in your eyes. You were ashamed that your body was responding to Marco even as you desperately tried to escape. Marco stalled in his attention momentarily, using his hand to gently turn your face to look at him. Tears tracked down your hot face as you averted your eyes. You didn’t want to look at him, see his reaction to your pain. Now you were biting your lips to keep from crying, rather than moaning.

“You are driven by your nature yoi. There is nothing to be embarrassed of. Your body responds because I know what’s best for you, I know how to guide you. Once your mind is in sync with your body, everything will be easier,” Marco said softly, leaning back down to press his lips against your forehead. You seized the moment to try and headbutt him, your anger erupting like a volcano. No one knew what was best for you besides yourself, how dare he?! Marco laughed, the sound more like a trill, as he casually avoided the blow.

“Ah, not too shy for violence then? Very well, little human.”

Marco pulled you to the edge of the table so that your legs were practically dangling off, pushing your thighs wider apart. He raised the table slightly so your nude core was at the height of his torso and bent over, his breath hot on your sensitive pussy. What - how was he going - he couldn’t mean to - with his mouth?

Marco POV

You had an innate talent for getting yourself in trouble. Not that Marco minded, he was more than happy to correct you time and time again if this was the outcome. Your eyes were wide, not quite understanding what he was going to do. You would figure it out shortly.

Marco was prepared for it to take a while to break you. You had a lot of spirit, something that he generally admired. However, he needed you to direct it where he wanted, not for you to use it against your own Master. The Commander’s meeting wasn’t for a couple hours, he had plenty of time to adjust your thinking. He’d sent some quick messages to Thatch earlier before silencing his controller – you’d need to eat and drink after this experience.

Marco: Thatch, would you make Luna a plate of food, ready in time for the Commander’s meeting?

Thatch: I assume that’s the pretty human’s name? Sure, I actually found more ingredients and spices she can tolerate. She doesn’t need to eat the same mixture I made her before. Marco thought for a moment before responding.

Marco: No, I’d like her to have the same thing again. Actually, for every meal until I say otherwise. Marco had an idea develop during his meeting with Pops about how to get information out of you. And this would help move it along. 

Thatch: Alright, if that’s what you want. Say hi to Luna for me :) Marco grunted, he wasn’t so sure you would want to hear from Thatch right now. You had initially behaved in the lab, only dallying a little on the way from his room. Marco was pleased you’d confided the source of your discomfort in the shower with him, he’d make you feel more secure that you wouldn’t run out of water or food when you were with him. And the small glass cup did look like it belonged to you, perfectly fitting in your hands. He’d found it long ago in his family home, left from generations prior. Curiosity about the glass had been the initial spark that began his lifelong interest in humans. 

Your suspicions weren’t raised until Marco bade you get on the exam table again. Even at your most furtive, it was easy for him to discern what you were about to do. Your legs tensed and Marco reached to catch you and prevent you from running away. He would have captured you quickly if you had made it farther, but this was more efficient.

But now that you had to answer for your behavior, you were much less agreeable. You had continued to ignore his orders and even fought him, even earning yourself another round of edging. Marco’s cock was tight against his pants as he spread your legs wide, the material uncomfortably restricting his erection. He’d enjoyed teasing your breasts and hearing the sounds you made, he’d return to them another time. Now he had work to do.

Marco adjusted the bench to make it easy for him to lap at you - you’d be here for a while. He was able to lean against it, your beautiful pussy on full display for him. You were already dripping with your own fluids, your body preparing itself for him even though he had barely touched you there. Marco’s hands settled on your thighs, pushing to create enough room for his broad shoulders. 

“N-no!” you yelped as he slowly dragged his tongue up the crease of your thigh. He didn’t bother answering you, you’d come to understand that his decree was final. You tried to close your thighs but you weren’t able to dislodge him, your efforts futile. Your skin was slightly salty, Marco noted as he licked up your skin towards your wet cunt. A thought came to mind that humans left electrolytes on their skin after perspiration. He made a mental note to give you electrolyte supplements when you ate dinner – you were about to lose a lot of fluid. 

Marco’s cock twitched as he spread your pussy lips with one hand. He bit off his talons a few moments prior – he wasn’t going to risk injuring you accidentally. Your glistening core was practically weeping for him, your tiny hole already clenching around nothing. Marco wasted no more time, pressing his face into your inviting cunt. You had no choice but to place your feet on him, your heels pressed against his muscled back. 

Marco inhaled the intoxicating scent of your pussy deeply, the smell so unique and pungent he’d be able to identify it as yours anywhere. Even if there were other humans, he doubted any of them smelled as delectable as you. 

Unable to resist any longer, Marco licked you from your perineum all the way to the hood of your clitoris. Your delicious juices were like nectar to him, he could eat you for every meal. You jolted, your back arching against the table. He chuckled to himself - he’d barely started and you were already worked up. He was curious how many rounds you’d last, though he already knew your stamina wasn’t very high. Marco wound his arms under your thighs to grip your hips, pulling you closer to his face. 

Marco began a slow and steady rhythm, his tongue running up and down the length of your vulva. He teased you, almost reaching but never quite touching your clit with his malleable tongue. He circled above your clit as well, your defiant silence soon giving way to whines as he avoided your most sensitive nub. Even though you protested his attention, your body was coming to life under his tongue. He could feel your blood pooling in the heated skin of your core, your arousal increasing with every lick. You were making the kinds of sounds Marco had dreamed about, the taste and sound of you practically making him come in his pants.

After your thighs and his face were coated in your slick, Marco finally gripped your clit with the tip of his prehensile tongue. You keened loudly from the new sensation, your hips rising to bring your cunt closer to his face. You shifted your bottom in an effort to get away – or perhaps get closer –but there was nowhere else to go. 

“St-stop! Please stop!” you pleaded. Marco thought he heard some genuine emotion behind your words. Unfortunately you’d earned your place on the table and he wasn’t going to end the lesson until he’d achieved his aim. You squealed as he raised the papillae on the tip of his tongue to brush your clit, your toes curling on his skin. Based on your reactions, he suspected you were getting close to orgasm. Marco pulled his face back and pressed a fingertip against your sloppy hole, teasing you but not entering.

“N-no-  what are -? D-don’t! Marco-” 

“Mmh. That is the issue at hand yoi. Cease to call me by name. Address me only as Master,” Marco stated calmly, as he watched your hole flutter before his eyes. You were silent for a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing in the quiet room.

“Fuck you!” you cried out petulantly. Marco smiled before pushing his tongue all the way into your pussy, earning him a pleasured scream. This was going to be an enjoyable lesson for him.

Your POV

You were in hell.

Ancient human lore said hell was a place where bad people were punished eternally, thrown in vats of bats or giant clouds of fire. You weren't sure what a cloud or bat was but you understood eternal punishment.

Because Marco was torturing you endlessly.

Well, he wasn't hurting you exactly. You weren't injured or harmed, but you thought your mind would snap if he didn't let you come soon. Your skin was slick with sweat, your whole body aflame as Marco took you to the brink of orgasm again and again. Marco was teasing you, edging you as he called it, bringing you close to orgasm only to let it slip away at the last moment. He’d done it at least eight times already, maybe more, you’d lost count. And now he was preparing for the next round. He’d told you why he was continuing as well.  

He wasn’t going to let you come until you called him Master. 

And so far, you’d held out. Every time you got to the precipice, your muscles so taut and wracked with tension you thought your legs would give out, he’d ask you the same question. 

“What do you say yoi?”

If he was expecting you to thank him and call him Master, he had another thing coming. At least, that was how you felt at the beginning. The first few times he’d gotten you close to coming and he’d picked up his head from between your legs, you’d yelled back at him, screaming that he could go fuck himself, that he was a monster, that you’d never call him Master, that you were a free human. 

But this time, as your sweat combined with the tears now dripping down your face, you couldn’t even muster the strength to scream. Some of your hair was plastered to your face, your body burning with all the pent up energy. You were so close – sososo close – all you needed was a little more of anything - his fingers pumping in and out of you, his tongue with its little brush, his tongue palpating your gspot, anything. 

“What do you say yoi?” he prompted again.

You gulped back a sob as he maintained pressure for a moment longer. You couldn’t give in, not yet. Your pride was worth something, you needed to be able to say you’d resisted, that you hadn’t immediately folded when told this was your base nature, that you deserved it. 

“I h-hate you,” you whispered, your head turned to the side. Marco hummed, nonplussed by your statement.

“You might feel that way now. You won’t soon,” he said readily, like he already knew what the future held. You bit back a curse, yelling at him would only make things worse for you. But you knew your feelings would never change. You hated Marco more than you hated anyone or anything else in the universe. More than Izou, more than your uncle, more than being cold or lonely or hungry or thirsty. Marco was now the sole focus of your hatred; you’d never like him. Marco pressed a kiss to your inner thigh before standing up and stretching his arms overhead and sighing happily.

Now that Marco wasn’t directly between your legs, you tried rubbing them together. If you could make yourself come while he wasn’t stimulating you, all his efforts would be in vain and you would win. Maybe the friction from your legs would be enough to push yourself over the edge – it was possible with how overstimulated you were. You shimmied your pelvis, finding some measure of satisfaction from your movements.

Now noticing your motion, Marco grabbed your left ankle. He pulled your leg to the side gently, preventing you from getting any friction where you wanted it most. He tutted at you as he waited for your body to calm down, wiping your excess slick from his face with a finger and licking it afterward. 

The time of each round was getting shorter, your body unable to relax fully now that Marco had gotten you close to orgasm so many times. After a few minutes, Marco let go of your ankle and stepped between your legs again. Your thighs quivered as his fingers ran up and down the creases between your core and your legs, his strong fingers brushing past the hickeys and bites he’d left before. 

“Another,” Marco said simply, running his aquiline nose through your folds. Even with your dull senses you could detect that the whole room was perfumed with the smell of your arousal. You whined, your chest heaving before he even began. 

“N-no, please,” you whimpered, ashamed of the weakness in your own voice.

Marco swirled his finger through your juices before sinking it slowly into your heat. He’d worked his way up from one to three fingers over the course of the rounds, but he always started out with one. He slowly pumped it in and out of you, your walls tightening on it even as you wanted more. 

Marco leaned down, flicking and pinching your clit with the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t fair that his tongue was able to do that, you thought. You couldn’t resist the anguished whine that left your lips as he toyed with you. You thrashed as he added two more fingers, your cunt deliciously full as he fucked them in and out of you. His middle finger was the longest of the three and he angled it to rub against a spot inside you, that delicious spot that promised delight but only brought torment. 

You could feel your cunt fluttering, sucking him in for more even as you knew he was going to pull away. You were panting, squirming, your face and body hot as Marco worked you with precision. The sounds coming out of you sounded more animal than human, but maybe that was all you were to him anyway. All too soon, you were at your zenith again, close to an orgasm that might never come. 

“What do you say yoi?” Marco asked, patient as always, as his fingers stalled in their movements. Could you take another round? Your mind was mush, your body was beyond exhausted, your muscles were aching and cramping, and you could barely see from the sweat on your eyelashes. Maybe if you said what he wanted all of this would finally be over. You didn’t have to mean it, you could give in just a little. Just for now. Just to stop this. Your shoulders began to shake, and not just from being overhead for so long. 

“P-please, m-m-” Marco picked up his head, his half lidded eyes sparkling with delight. You tried to form the words but they just wouldn’t come. Marco placed his hallux on your clit as he continued watching your face, pressing down ever so lightly. You broke into tears, this was too much.

“Please, M-master,” you begged, picking your head off the bench as high as you could. Marco chirped his delight, pleased that you’d broken at last. You let your head fall back, this would finally be over. 

“Wonderful, Luna. You’re learning. I’m pleased with you,” Marco praised, nuzzling his face into your lower belly. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the immense orgasm that was coming your way. All he’d need to do was pump his fingers, lap at your clit, and you’d be ascending in bliss.

Except he removed his fingers and stood up, holding your ankle and separating your legs, just as before.

“Wh- but I s-said…I said wh-what y-you w-w-waaanted!” you wailed, unable to stop your breath from hitching as you cried. It was humiliating enough to have to call him Master, but for him to continue to deny you pleasure? You cried in earnest now, your chest heaving as the orgasm slipped away from you yet again.  Marco circled around the bench, his hallux collecting the tears that were spilling down your cheeks.

“I know, Luna, I know. You did so well yoi. But you earned another round from not listening to my commands earlier. When you didn’t go on the bench like I asked, remember?” he cooed, his hallux rubbing your cheekbones. You wept louder, this was intolerable. You didn’t know what to do to appease him anymore, how to make him stop.

“This time you can come, no more rounds,” Marco said softly, sympathy tinging his voice. That only made you cry harder. 

“Shh Luna, Luna, it’s ok, it’s ok,” Marco said, shushing you with an indulgent smile. “You were so much better than I could have dreamed of, a perfect little human. This time’s going to be different, I promise you can come yoi,” he said, leaning over you to make eye contact. You could smell yourself on his face, your juices having drenched the neckline of his shirt. Marco adjusted the height of the bench, lowering you closer to the floor as he waited for your body to calm down. He adjusted you so that you were centered on the table instead of having your ass by the bottom of the bench. 

Marco unbuckled his belt and freed his massive cock, pumping it a few times as he stared at you. You’d never seen a human cock before, much less a Phoenix one. It was girthy and long and ridged, ending in a dull headed, pulsating tip.  It looked like it was already covered in his fluid and leaking more. Marco fisted his cock and pumped it a few times, spreading his own fluids lower. You looked up at him in panic, your feet scrabbling against the bench once more in a futile attempt to create more space between you. 

“I’m not going to breed you now, you’ve earned your reward,” he said, caressing your inner thigh once more. You watched him with puffy eyes, hoping that he would keep his word. 

Marco POV

You didn’t understand how badly Marco wanted to fuck you right now. You looked resplendent laid out on the bench, your messy pussy leaking all over your legs and the bench below you. Your face was hot and covered in your perspiration, your large human eyes filled with tears. Your chest was heaving, your limbs loose, and best of all, you’d finally called him Master. He could only imagine the feeling of your silken heat gripping his cock, milking him like you did his fingers. Marco wanted to breed you until his come was dripping from every one of your orifices, but he ultimately decided against it for several reasons.

He’d been teasing you for quite some time, you were at your limit for what you could take. Your energy was flagging, Marco needed to make you come soon so you had enough time to rest before the meeting. He would make you come against his tongue and enjoy the way your wanton hips rolled against his mouth, your nectar slipping down his throat.

Not only that, but when he finally bred you, he wanted to take his time. It was getting too close to the Commander’s meeting for him to do everything he wanted with you. Some things needed to be done correctly, or not at all, which included fucking you. He suspected you were rather inexperienced, and if humans weren’t prepared properly, sexual encounters could be traumatic for them. So unfortunately, he wouldn’t get to finish inside you right now. He’d have plenty of opportunities to fuck you later, when he could savor the experience. Good things came to those who waited and Marco had been waiting a long time for you. A little bit more wouldn't hurt.

Marco reached for his cock with one hand, the other lazily stroking your clit. He enjoyed making you writhe when he massaged your gspot with his tongue and pressed down on the same area with his hand on your stomach. The sounds you made were unlike your usual moans and mewls, so erotic it nearly made him come the first time you’d felt his prodding. It made him wish he had tentacles like his brother so he could tongue fuck your cunt, press on your stomach, rub your clit, and jerk himself off all at the same time. But he only had two hands so he’d have to save that delight for another time as well. 

Marco pumped himself slowly, savoring the climb in his own desire as you squirmed in his grasp. He didn’t want to waste time, you’d done as he asked and now it was time for him to fulfill his end of the deal. You lurched as Marco’s long, thick tongue snaked into your cunt, feeling for the spot that made your fleshy thighs quake around his head. He fucked it in and out of you, pleased that his opposable tongue was able to do more than just help him eat. You jolted as Marco pressed on the rough patch of your gspot with his tongue while his hallux rubbed small circles against your clit. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head when your pussy fluttered around his tongue, your internal muscles contracting with pleasure.

Your breathy moans filled the air, your cunt tightening in preparation for orgasm. Marco increased the pace of his hallux and his tongue until your moans were one continuous cry, your limbs tensing in anticipation of climax. He increased the pace of his hand on his cock as well, his hips bucking involuntarily as he brought you both closer to coming. 

Soon Marco had you at the very precipice he’d stopped at many times before. In truth, he was proud of your tenacity and determination, he didn’t think you’d last more than a few rounds. But you had surprised him, staying strong after being denied time after time with no release in sight until you could finally take no more. Marco pulled his tongue out of you, just enough to talk.

“What do you say yoi?” he asked yet again. You wouldn’t be coming without permission ever again, but he’d explain that to you when you were more coherent. 

“P-please, Mah-ster,” you husked, your voice raw from so much screaming. Marco thumbed the tip of his cock, your words making his member throb. 

“Such a docile, sweet, pretty human,” he praised before pressing his hallux against your clitoris and thrusting his tongue deep into you, fucking your hole with abandon. You screamed louder than he’d heard before, your pussy convulsing around his tongue, your juices flowing down his face. You were melting against his face, your whole body participating in the dance of your pleasure. You wriggled for some time, Marco wringing every bit of pleasure that he could out of you. 

It was too much for him, the feeling of you coming on his face too erotic to contain himself any longer. Marco pulled his tongue out and leaned over you as you continued to ride your waves of pleasure, his own cresting alongside you. His eyes shut, a moan emitting low in his throat as he dissolved into pleasure. 

Marco pumped his cock, grunting as his come splattered all over your lower stomach, cunt, and upper legs. Marco was lightly panting, the euphoria had hit him harder than he expected. The pearlescent teal fluid looked marvelous on your human skin, almost like an adornment. Marco felt pleased that he’d marked you with his come. He’d clean you of course, but not before rubbing some of his come into your porous skin. His brothers would be able to smell him on you during the upcoming meeting. It would be another sign that you belonged to him first and foremost. 

Eventually, you went limp, your legs splaying out at your sides. Your eyes were closed and your breathing ragged as Marco finally removed his hallux from your clit, licking his finger to savor the last drops of your sweetness. He raised his hand over your head, removing the ionic cuff. You didn’t move your arms, too tired even though you now had freedom of movement. You hissed as Marco lowered your arms from where they had been stuck overhead, your shoulders likely sore from being in the same position for so long. 

Marco guided you to sit up, your body dribbling his come and your fluids onto the table. You swayed a little which made Marco feel slightly guilty for pushing you past your meager limits. Your gaze was unfocused and distant, though a small smile tugged at your lips. He wanted to wrap himself around you and let you sleep off your exhaustion, but that would come after the meeting.

“Sweet little Luna,” he cooed at you, pressing his lips to your cheek. You startled and hunched over, like you were scared of a predator. “Nothing else is going to happen, we’re done for now,” he said, reaching for you. You curled into yourself slightly but didn’t tell him to stop. You’d learned your lesson for now, but he had no doubt that he would have to correct you in the near future. Your spirit wasn’t extinguished, just momentarily subdued. 

Marco massaged your tiny shoulders, first one then the other. You closed your eyes and sighed happily as he used his strong hands to manipulate your muscles. You felt boneless in his hands as he rotated your arms in their sockets, healed your palms where you’d cut them with your nails, and massaged your hips. Marco scooped you up, carrying you towards the lab’s cleansing station. Your eyelids drooped, so Marco jostled you slightly. You’d sleep soon, but he needed you awake for a moment longer.

“I am leading a Commander’s meeting soon yoi. You may rest until that time, however I will be bringing you along. It is an important topic, I will be explaining your basic needs and care to the rest of the Commanders. During the meeting, I expect you to be obedient and compliant,” he explained slowly. You nodded but didn’t reply.

“What do you say?” Marco prompted you, shifting you in his arms so you could rest your head against his chest. You looked up and gave him a blank stare.

“Yes, Master.”

Chapter Text

Your POV

You were limp in Marco’s arms as he sanitized and dried you off in the lab. Your mind was floating beyond your body, observing what he was doing, almost as if he was tending to someone else. What did you care, really? He was going to do what he wanted, and you were going to have to deal with it. At least for now. A kernel of a plan was formulating in your mind, you’d have to work out if it was viable over the next few days.

But that would be for later. Right now, you were weary and needed to zone out. Before the Whitebeard Pirates had boarded your vessel, it had been close to your scheduled sleep time. Three Eyes slept a maximum of six hours at a time, and even that was considered a long stretch. To keep up your disguise, you had to set your alarm for five hours every time you were scheduled for a break. You were perpetually tired, but you hadn’t been planning on staying that long aboard the Silk Road. You’d dreamed of sleeping for days on end once you got back to Lafftale, finally catching up after a few months without adequate rest.  

But since Marco took you, you only had a short (mostly drugged) nap. Your adrenaline after your punishment had finally run out, leaving you running on fumes. Marco told you there was only the Commander’s meeting left and then he would let you sleep. He was a huge dickhead and you hated him immensely, but at least he was mostly forthcoming with your schedule. You wanted to collapse back into his surprisingly comfortable bed, you just had to make it through the meeting. 

There must have been some time before the meeting because Marco sat down at a comp-station with you still in his arms. You’d seen them before, but your low level duties meant you never had to use one before. It was used for completing work more extensive than could easily be accomplished on a Controller. He probably had to do notes related to being a doctor or compiling more incorrect information about you. This one consisted of multiple large screens and a panel Marco could type on. You’d never seen one so sophisticated but you’d never seen a lot of things until you met Marco.

Marco had graciously put your suit back on after he dried you, concerned that you’d be too cold without it. He adjusted you in his lap until you were perpendicular to his body, your head leaning against his chest and legs dangling over his own. Marco’s chin was nearly resting on your head as he tucked you further into his hold. His arms reached around you as he began typing on the keyboard, quickly entering data into various screens. You stared blankly at the illuminated screens, watching him work with detached interest. Every so often he would take one of his hands off the keyboard and stroke your arm or thigh without breaking eye contact with his work. 

It was difficult to tell exactly what he was doing. You thought your earlier guess had been correct, he seemed to be working on medical records. But you couldn’t read as fast as he typed, moving data from one screen to the next with practiced precision. At first you tried to see what he was writing but you quickly gave up, allowing your mind to wander and eyes to unfocus as you sat in his lap like a little doll.

“Can you read yoi?” Marco asked suddenly, breaking the silence between you. He didn’t even bother looking at you as he asked the question.

“Not well,” you admitted with a shrug. Marco hummed as his hallux rubbed the outside of your thigh. You wanted to push his hand away but you’d learned your lesson for now. His eyes flicked to his controller, which was now pulsating with a warm green light. Marco finished typing a note and closed it. He wrapped his arms around you, squishing you slightly as he closed the comp-station back down.

“It’s time for the meeting. Would you like to walk or to be carried yoi?” Marco asked. You furrowed your brow - since when did Marco care about what you wanted? This had to be a trap, something designed to get you in trouble again. Thinking quickly, you tried to determine what he would want from you.

“Whatever you want, Master,” you replied in a monotone, nearly choking on the final word. Marco’s eyes crinkled as the corners of his mouth raised. Oh, that had been the right answer. What a fucking asshole. He continued carrying you, taking you out of the lab and into the main hallway of the ship. You did wish you were walking but your sore pussy and legs were glad you weren’t getting punished again.

Marco made a brief stop at his quarters, giving you hope that you wouldn’t have to go to the meeting. Instead, he grabbed your blanket off the bed and handed it to you. You weren’t exactly sure why you’d need it, but you took it all the same. Marco left immediately thereafter, his long legs carrying you swiftly through the halls of the ship. 

You hadn’t really been paying attention when Marco first brought you on the ship, you had been too worried about your abduction. You certainly were now. The ship was much larger than anything you’d ever been on before, several times bigger than the entire colony you were from. You couldn’t even guess how many floors and hallways it had, the sparse, small windows only showing you out into space. Maybe Marco was right to chip you, you thought, as he entered yet another endless hallway. You would have to diligently study the ship if you wanted to know where you were going and not get lost. Everything was gray and looked the same to you - and you’d counted at least 5 staircases that Marco had gone up and down. 

Finally, he made his way to the center of the ship. The corridors were huge in this area - how tall was the crew? Marco paused in front of a door that was at least five times your size and set you down. At least he was giving you the courtesy of walking in on your own two feet. He took your hand in his, squeezing yours gently.

“Remember, be obedient and well behaved yoi. Otherwise there will be consequences,” Marco reminded you for the millionth time. You wanted to roll your eyes but you nodded instead. He arched his brow.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” you dutifully replied, barely keeping sarcasm from your tone.

“I see your attitude has recovered after a short rest. Let’s see how you fare here yoi,” Marco said, tapping his controller against the door. You had a retort on your tongue, but it died as the door slid open to reveal the room inside. You unconsciously took a half step back towards Marco, who put his free hand on your shoulder.

On Lafftale, everyone was over 50% human, with most ranging from 75 to 100, like yourself. That meant that the tallest person there wasn't much taller than normal human parameters. Even on the Silk Road, the biggest being had been a little over twice your size. You had kind of assumed everywhere would be like that.

It was not so.

There were about twenty beings lounging in the room, ranging from around Marco’s size to the size of a massive crystal boulder. You recognised some of the races in the room but there were other you couldn’t identify, beings you didn’t even know existed. Your knowledge of alien races was poor at best, but you’d be learning shortly, you were sure of it.

The room itself wasn’t very interesting, containing furniture and a few food and liquid replicators. There were various forms of chairs and couches set in a semi circle with a small empty couch in the front of the room. Scanning the small crowd, the only familiar faces you knew were Thatch’s and Izou’s. Both were sitting near the front of the semi circle, chatting easily with one another.

As you entered, the room went completely silent, all eyes trained on you as Marco gently pushed you through the door. Every single movement of your body was being tracked by some of the largest aliens you’d ever seen in your life, their eyes moving as you did. Everyone was staring unwaveringly at you, making you incredibly uncomfortable. You looked up at Marco, trying to hide how alarmed you were. He smiled down at you, his hand gripping your shoulder a little tighter. You wanted to run from this room and go back to Marco’s quarters. Hell, you’d take the lab over this place. 

Marco guided you to the empty couch in front of the room. You weren’t naive enough to think that the couch was for you, but where would you sit? Your question was answered as Marco gently tugged you onto his lap. He positioned you like he had before, sitting sideways so that you could rest against him if you wished. Normally you’d balk at this kind of manhandling, but right now you were happy to be close to him. Everyone was still staring at you, the room completely silent except for the hum of the ship. You kept your eyes trained on the floor a few feet ahead of you, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them lest they get the wrong idea.

“Hello everyone, let’s begin yoi. Thank you Jozu, for allowing me to commandeer this meeting, I know we had a full agenda already. I have a lot of important information to share, and I’ll also be sending out notes afterwards. With that, I’ll get right to the matter at hand,” Marco started, the Commanders giving him their full attention.

“Along with the usual cargo, I found a human on the last ship we boarded,” Marco began, as murmuring started among the crew immediately. 

“That little piece of shit was transporting a human?” a slime asked from the back.

“No, Kingdew, she was working under a false identity as a crew member. She was in disguise as a Three Eyes,” Marco explained. The murmuring and gesturing increased for a moment before subsiding as Marco continued.

“What percent human is she? 30%? Higher?” a Kinokobito asked, tapping his hand against his mouth.

“She’s completely human, 100%,” Marco said, rubbing his hand along your upper arm. You stifled a gasp and shrank back against Marco when the room’s noise escalated to a roar. You didn’t think they were trying to be aggressive, but these were clearly aliens from warrior races and based on their scars, were battle veterans. And based on their reactions, they were pleased to see you.

“I know it’s shocking but everyone needs to calm down yoi. I will answer all your questions, but right now you’re all scaring her,” Marco said, continuing to rub your arm. The room quieted quickly as all attention returned to you. 

“Yes, Namur,” Marco called out, motioning to a Fishman who had raised his hand.

“Where did she come from? Are there more humans?” he asked, his tongue licking his sharp teeth. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you, his black pupils flat as he watched you.

“We will talk about that in a moment,” Marco said with finality, fielding another question from a Commander. That question set you on edge - why didn’t Marco answer it directly? You hadn’t spilled any information but you really wanted to hear his thoughts on the matter.

“Who was her last owner?” someone shouted out, earning a scowl from you. Marco glanced at you, warning flashing in his eyes, but didn’t say anything.

“As far as I can tell, she’s never had an owner.” The longer Marco talked, the more irritated you became. You weren’t owned, you’d been born free and you’d stay that way. Yes, you were a little intimidated by the Commanders. But if they had questions, they could ask you, not Marco. 

“What’s ‘er name?” a gruff looking Orchid Mantis asked. He was enormous, the scythes of his forearms about half your body size.

“Thank you for asking, Vista. This is Luna,” Marco said, wrapping an arm around your waist. Your face heated as Marco talked about you like you weren’t sentient, like you were just an object in the room. Murmuring picked up as the men turned and talked to one another, pointing in your direction.

“Are we keepin’ ‘er or sellin’ ‘er?” a gigantic spidery being asked from the back, his long mandibles waggling as he spoke. 

“She’s ours now, Fossa, we’re not selling her yoi,” Marco said gruffly, gripping your arm tighter.

“Can she speak human? Does she have a translator?” A Birkan sitting next to Izou asked. Izou’s tentacles were wriggling, unfurling and curling back rapidly. You had to look away from him, your earlier memories returning in full force.

“She-” you cut off Marco, your irritation growing by the second.

“I have a translator. I understand everything you’re saying,” you said tersely. Marco chirped in displeasure, his hand leaving your upper arm to squish your cheeks between his strong fingers. He angled your head to look at him, his casual manhandling stoking the anger within you even higher. His talons had already started to regrow, the sharp claws close enough to pierce your skin.

“Do not speak unless spoken to yoi,” Marco said calmly, his eyes half lidded. “I will let you know if we wish for your input. Understood?” he asked, flames flickering on his shoulder. You looked over his face for a few moments before nodding. Marco arched his brow as you huffed and tried to avert your face. A dreadlocked warrior with mandibles and a green helmet barked out a laugh, reclining in his seat.

“She’s so cute! Look at her huffing and puffing!” he said, knowing you were a complete non-threat. Marco grunted.

“You should see her little toes! She even painted ‘em,” Thatch called out, watching you intently.

“She is cute, that’s her primary defense mechanism. Don’t allow her to use it to her advantage – I won’t tolerate disrespectful behavior. She’s still wild, but I’ve made progress with her yoi,” Marco said, his fingers loosely gripping your neck before letting go. 

“Show us her toes!” 

“Let’s see her body!” 

“What about her holes!”

A round of yells emanated from the crowd, all asking for Marco to show off some part of your body. You swallowed thickly, your eyes bouncing between the massive monsters crying to see you naked. You had to think quickly to mitigate this situation, you didn’t want to be exposed to all of them. Marco seemed possessive of you, maybe you could use that to your advantage. As the Commanders yelled to see your breasts and ass, you burrowed into Marco, wrapping your clammy fingers around one of his biceps and squeezing. Your heart beat faster than ever, making Marco’s Controller beep. He adjusted you so that you were tucked further into his body, clicking his tongue. 

“Not now. She’s on edge from meeting all of you yoi. Her heart rate is above its normal range, she’s nervous. If you wish to see more of her, I can share the vid I took of her holes being tested yoi. I was going to share it anyway to ensure all of you are able to understand why anyone above Izou’s size cannot mate with her,” he said, pulling your blanket over you. Wait, what?

Marco typed out a message on his controller and suddenly all the other Commanders were checking their controllers as well. A few of the Commanders tapped on the videos, the tinny sounds of your moans reverberating in the room as others looked in.

Your face and chest burned with shame as the Commanders nudged one another, watching your body be tainted by Marco. You felt hot to the tips of your ears, tears pooling on your lashline. Someone moved the vid forward and you heard the familiar sounds of Marco spanking you and you crying out, begging for him to stop.

“Her blood is pooling in her face and upper extremities and she appears to be leaking fluid. Is she ok?” a Hoglin Commander asked, concern tinging his voice. That’s what he cared about? Not that his fellow crew were watching Marco test your fucking holes in front of you but that you might be slightly injured?

“That’s normal for her. Her blood pools like that when she's unhappy or embarrassed but it doesn’t hurt her yoi. The tears are common for her as well, they erupt due to both happy and sad emotions.”

“Where’s she staying?” a cat-like man asked, his tail swishing with interest as he closed the video on his Controller. You’d seen pictures of Khajiit before, but they didn’t do justice to how elegant and beautiful he was. 

“I spoke to Pops, I’ll be her Master.” The men spoke louder now, some growling emitting from the crowd. You leaned back into Marco, pressing on your thumbnail as a means of controlling your anxiety. The aggression they were displaying was making you increasingly nervous. What if they all wanted a piece of you based on what they saw in the vid?

“Are we breeding her?” a crystalline giant asked. Your eyes widened – he was at least four times your size. He’d rip you in half if he tried fucking you. You shifted on Marco’s lap and his arm pulled you closer to his chest.

“I will be acclimating her to her new life, and that includes breeding her. I’ll get to those details in a moment, first let’s go over what she needs for survival.” Marco motioned to Izou, who brought up a large holo screen in the middle of the room. Some of the Commanders were now grumbling their displeasure.

“I understand your frustration,” Marco said, raising one hand in the air. “But humans are incredibly delicate, she’s easy to harm or accidentally kill. Until I can be sure that she won’t be injured, she’s staying with me. On that note, let me share with you some of her requirements. Please close the vids, you can watch them later yoi.” Marco tapped on his Controller, a ping sounding a few seconds later as more information was dispensed. 

“Humans are a frail, flighty species prone to emotional outbursts. Luna may seem small to us, but she is well within normal range for a human of her age and sex. Even male humans are rather small. She will not grow any larger,” Marco explained. 

“Humans have no natural defense mechanisms, she cannot harm you in any way yoi. Her teeth are flat and cannot rend flesh easily, she has no claws or venom. She’s incredibly delicate and can only tolerate a very small range of temperatures, pressure, light, and gravity. Anything outside of the parameters I sent will cause her injury or death. Even handling her too roughly can harm her,” Marco said, giving Thatch a pointed look.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Marco. I didn’t mean to hurt her earlier. I didn’t think anything of it, I grabbed her arm like I’d grab anyone’s in passing. I didn’t realize she’d bruise that easily, I apologize,” Thatch said, giving Marco an apologetic flick of his tongue.

“Why are you apologizing to him? You hurt me,” you spat, unable to hold your tongue. Marco clicked his tongue and reached into his pocket to pull out something small and black.

“You were warned, Little Human. I will not tolerate disrespectful behavior,” Marco said before prying your jaw open. You reared back, your hands clawing at his wrist as he shoved something in your mouth. Once it was in, Marco held your jaw shut easily, his large hands keeping your jaw in place as the thing in your mouth grew sticky and warm. You tried to yell back at him or tell him to fuck off or something, but your mouth wouldn’t open. It was like it was glued shut from the inside, your teeth sticking together. You could still breathe through your mouth, and open it just a touch, but you couldn’t talk.

“Ah, tough break, Luna. I got one of those when I first came here too. Spit on Marco too many times,” the Khajiit said with a laugh, his tail flicking again. He seemed younger than the rest, with fewer wrinkles and scars on his body. Whoever he was, he was powerful, his long mane indicating he was from an elite class of warriors. “Isn’t she just gonna take it out though?” he asked, sitting up higher in his seat.

“Not likely, Ace,” Marco said, pressing your textile disc. Your spine straightened as you watched the suit expand over one of your wrists. That was it? He was going to give you gloves? Your confusion was short lived as Marco forcibly curled your fingers into a fist, the suit quickly covering your hand in that position. You pushed at his wrist with your open hand, trying to dislodge him before the suit encapsulated your hand, but it was no use. You tried opening your fist, but the suit held tight even as you pushed against it with all your might. You whined through the gag, but Marco was unrelenting.

Within seconds, Marco repeated the process on your other hand, leaving you with two useless, closed, covered fists. You couldn’t talk and couldn’t reach into your mouth to pull the thing out. You looked up at him, tears now tracking down your face in a silent plea for him to give you back any semblance of autonomy.

“You were warned yoi. Perhaps you will listen more attentively to my commands in the future. Next transgression and I'll have you bent over my knee again,” Marco said, releasing your wrist. He absently wiped away your tears with his thumb as he faced the crowd, ignoring you once more.

“Everyone switch to channel two please.”

Marco POV

He was lying, he did feel a touch bad. You looked so pathetic, so small and helpless with your covered hands pawing at his chest, trying to communicate through your muzzle. But what did you expect would happen when you sassed him in front of the other Commanders? He’d warned you multiple times, both before and during the meeting, about how you needed to behave. He was coming down hard on you, but the others needed to see that he was in control, that he was the best choice of Master among all the Commanders. And that meant harsh correction. 

You were lucky he didn’t spank and fuck you in front of everyone. His hand was practically twitching from the desire to spank your lovely bottom, but he’d held off on that particular punishment for now. The other Commanders were already interested in you and he didn't want to stoke the flames by giving them a show of how delightful it was to turn your ass red. Highlighting how sweet it was so fuck you wouldn’t advance his goals of keeping you all to himself. He hadn’t even wanted to share the video, but it was inevitable. Others would demand proof of your measurements and want to see the original footage, and he’d have no compelling reason to deny them. Still, in his heart Marco wanted to keep all your sweet sounds for himself.

You were still hiccuping and sniffling as Marco adjusted his controller to channel two. He wrapped your blanket around you, his hand resting on your breast. They deserved more of his attention, now that he thought about it, he still hadn’t had his fill of your lovely mammaries. You shifted restlessly, earning you a squeeze from him. Marco loved having you on his lap, loved having you so close he could smell your earlier desire. Even after your previous intense session together, he still wanted to fuck you relentlessly. Everything about you called to him, but he would have to quell his thoughts and desires for now.

He was a little surprised you couldn’t read well, but that was something he could teach you over time. Practically every being in the Universe knew how to read, the only beings who didn’t usually came from isolated planets or colonies. Marco could teach you, it wouldn’t take long given how intelligent you were. 

Being able to read would help you pass the time when he was busy - he could give you a limited data pad with only suitable reading material available. Marco made a mental note to ask for one from Haruta after he put you to bed. Even though you were running on nervous energy at the moment, the dark circles under your eyes and your slack muscles told Marco everything he needed to know. Humans were so convenient, your body spilled all your secrets before your mouth had a chance to lie.

“Now then-”

“Aw, come on. She’s so sad,” Thatch said with a pout, gesturing to you. You looked between Thatch and Marco, unsure what was being said. Yes, the translators were universal, but most established pirate crews had scrambled channels for private communication. These channels scrambled the sounds as people spoke, rendering the noise meaningless. Only those with the same exact frequency could understand the garbled talk, even with an internal translator. You’d hear that they were speaking and making noise, but not understand until they switched back to the common channels. Channel two was only for Commanders, a way to communicate without alerting lower ranking members of what they were discussing. Or, in this case, you.

“No. She’s earned it yoi. It’s not forever, I’ll take out the muzzle after the meeting. She needs to learn,” Marco said firmly. This was why no one else could have you for now - they’d spoil you and let you run wild on the ship. You needed to be brought to heel, not allowed to do whatever you liked. If he made a good example of you, by the time they found the other humans, the rest would know how to be better pet owners. Marco adjusted you so that your chest pressed against his own. That way you could rest your head on his shoulder as he held you, in addition to not being able to look at the other Commanders as easily.

“Let’s keep moving  - I have quite a bit of information to go over and Luna needs to sleep soon. Humans sleep about one third of their life span and tire easily,” Marco said, ignoring you as your hands pushed on his chest to shift back. You gave up moments later, resting your chin on his shoulder. 

Marco quickly explained your needs – how you needed frequent rest, how you needed to eat every 4-6 hours, how you needed him to make you orgasm daily, how you needed physical preening and close physical contact from him, how you were prone to emotional outbursts and displays if not tended to carefully. You could tell they were talking about you – your eyes bouncing between speakers as you tried to guess at the meaning of their questions and Marco’s answers.

“When she displays intense emotional dysregulation, she’s seeking attention from me yoi. It’s a subconscious effort to determine if someone cares for her enough to correct her behavior. Do not reward her outbursts by giving in to her demands. If she’s acting out, please alert me and I will come correct her,” Marco said, hoping the Commanders would listen and not take matters into their own hands. Unfortunately there would be times he wasn’t around you, particularly if there was a battle or if a number of the crew were sick. Marco originally intended Thatch to be your secondary caretaker but given recent displays of his lenient nature, he would have to wait. He’d ask Izou instead. You needed to get over your fear of Cnidarians anyway, and this would be a good opportunity.

“She may also be hungry or tired, her emotions are closely tied to her bodily functions,” Marco continued, running his hand up and down your back. 

“However, even if she complains of hunger, do not feed her anything that Thatch hasn’t approved. Many foods will poison or kill her outright, her digestive system is weak. She can only drink purified water,” Marco said. He glanced down at you –  your tears had mostly dried and you were calmer now that your outburst had ended. Your little useless hands were swiping at your face every so often, both to dry it and to cover your growing exhaustion. Marco would give you electrolytes soon, maybe mixed in your bland food. 

“You can see she craves specific items yoi. She’s holding on to a blanket we recovered from her ship,” Marco explained. Yes, he’d purposely given it to you in anticipation of you being nervous, but you clung to it all the same.

“Speaking of,” Izou said, his silky voice penetrating through the low level din, “I recovered the escape pod she originally piloted to the merchant vessel. It was ancient, I haven’t seen something like that since I joined the crew, and they were old then,” he said, his tentacles uncurling. “I’m not sure how she piloted it, they’re fairly complex and finicky under the best circumstances, very prone to malfunction. I can’t imagine where she’d get something like that now. Even our outdated pods at the back of the ship are a step above the one she had. She must be at least a decent pilot, if not a talented one.” 

Marco stiffened at his brother’s words, his hand splaying across your back and pressing you tightly against his chest. You would never pilot another spacecraft as long as he was alive. Especially as one as precarious as an old escape pod. Marco remembered the ones back when Pops first had the Moby built, he could barely navigate them. It sent shivers down his spine to think of you puttering around in space, mere inches of poor quality metal separating you from your demise.

“Which brings me to my last point,” Marco said, turning serious once more.

“There is a free standing human colony, I’m sure of it yoi. There are many indications of such a place – the manner in which Luna acts, her lack of exposure to various illnesses, her scarcity mindset around resources, her inability to read – she must have come from somewhere secluded, somewhere only humans reside. Moreover, there is at least one more human that Luna has mentioned by name. There are more humans - we just need to find out where,” Marco declared, squeezing your arm for emphasis. You gave him a quizzical look and searched his face but still couldn’t understand him.

“Don’t interrogate her! We can get the information without hurting her,” Curiel interjected, wringing two of his four hands together. Marco rolled his eyes – you had most of the Commanders already wrapped around your tiny finger and you didn’t even know it. He would never hurt you, you were far too precious to extract information in that manner.

“She wouldn’t survive an interrogation. Besides, she’ll freely tell us all the information we need. I just need a bit of time.”

Chapter Text

Marco POV

Logically, Marco knew you were fine. You were sleeping soundly in his bed. He could see you from where he was sitting and could tell no harm had befalledn you. Marco read that humans could sleep for hours upon hours without rousing. Your chest was rising and falling steadily, your body still curled up into a little ball. You hadn’t roused in over twelve hours, certainly a record for a non injured being. Humans needed about eight hours of sleep every twenty four hours, but he hadn’t expected you to sleep this long. Your eyelashes fanned out over your cheeks, the small hairs making you look even more angelic than you normally did. You would wake soon.

He knew that.

And yet he couldn’t stop himself from checking on your vitals and glancing over at you every few minutes to make sure you were still alive. You’d gone to sleep like he had pressed an off switch, cradled in his arms without protest. Marco himself had fallen asleep for his usual 4 hours and even spent time enjoying your skin against his own before leaving you to rest in the bed. But that had been nearly 10 hours prior and you hadn’t stirred since. 

After the meeting concluded and the Commanders switched back to the main channel, you didn’t perk back up. You looked completely out of it, like your battery had drained to zero. You ignored the Commanders who had come up to Marco to talk to him about you. Instead of the vitriol you had shown before, you sat mutely as Marco spoke on your behalf, barely even reacting when he patted your head. As he spoke, Marco slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out the vial of solvent for the muzzle. 

You scarcely moved as Marco slipped a finger between your lips, prying your mouth open as wide as it could go with the muzzle. You fussed but allowed him to squeeze a few drops of solvent between your dull teeth. The chemicals reacted nearly instantly, the muzzle shrinking back down to its original size. Your hands were still covered so Marco fished out the cube with a finger, earning him a half hearted scowl.

Now that your jaw was free you stretched it widely. That led you to yawn, your body seeking excess oxygen for no discernible reason. You covered your mouth with your clothed hand while your mouth opened wide and your eyes closed, but even that caused tittering among the seasoned pirates.

“What did she just do?”

“Is she ok?”

“Make her do that again, I want to film it. That was so hot, can I stick my-”

“So cute, I can’t believe it…” 

You just sighed, your eyelids blinking slowly. You gave the Commanders a disinterested look and laid your head back down on Marco’s shoulder. Alright, you were done.

“She’s yawning, which is a human cue that means she’s overtired. No vids, we’re leaving now yoi. You’ll all see Luna again soon,” Marco announced, standing up with you in his arms. He didn’t really have intentions of bringing you around all the Commanders again until you’d settled more. Meeting eveyone seemed to be overwhelming for you based on the clinical readings he was getting. Maybe it would be better to have you spend time with his brothers in smaller groups, as long as he was also in attendance. 

“What about her food?” Thatch asked, still lingering in the lounge after the meeting. He motioned to a covered tray, the extreme violet (EV) lights brightening the lid indicating the top of the container was burning hot.

“If you don’t mind, would you bring it to my room? This has been a lot of excitement for her, she needs rest,” Marco queried, rubbing a hand up and down your back. He saw you make a disgruntled face out of the corner of his eye but let it slide. You were being docile and obedient, there was no need to micromanage every one of your facial expressions. Humans were known for being unable to quell their emotions, he didn’t want to punish you for your nature. Thatch hummed, grabbing the hot tray by the cool bottom and trailing behind Marco back to his quarters.

Your eyelids were practically closed as Marco carried you back to his quarters. Your limbs were deadweight, but it wasn’t difficult to carry you in the least. Marco had dreamed of a similar scene many times over the course of his years fantasizing about humans – carrying a well cared for, well fucked, sleepy human to bed, to be held in arms all night long. A smile vocalization came from your throat and Marco smiled to himself. It was your first day as his new pet and he thought he’d done rather well so far. He hadn’t fully experienced you, but that was alright. There would be plenty of time to find delight in your body after you rested. 

Marco sat down with you in his chair, after which you tucked your legs under you. You looked kind of like Ace when he was tired, a small little ball of grumpiness. Marco kept a neutral face but he really wanted to coo at you as Thatch set the food container to rapid cool. A moment later, he released the lid to reveal the same bland food you’d been given before. You blinked at it and looked up at him.

“Thanks. C’n I have a utensil?” you mumbled. Thatch beamed at you, as if you did something monumental. 

“Look, it’s here,” he said, running his hand under the bottom of the food tray to where the multi-utensil (multiut) was stored. You tilted your head to look under the serving tray and put your hand where his was. Thatch pressed his lips together as your hands touched, making Marco roll his eyes. An overlarge multiut popped out, too big for you to use as easily as they did. 

“Guess I should have told you that before, huh?” he said, rubbing the back of his head. You hummed a single note before starting to eat, all of your small fingers wrapped around the handle to counterbalance its weight. You ate rapidly, shoveling more food into your mouth before you finished chewing the previous bite. 

“Is it tasty? Do you still like it?” Thatch asked, intently watching you eat. You nodded your head, pushing more food into your already full mouth.

“I can get you a smaller multiut, if you’d like. That one looks a little heavy for you,” Thatch said, crouching down so he was at your eye level. Marco shifted you back a little into his lap as you continued eating, unbothered by his brother staring at you. 

“Thanks,” you said in a rush before shoveling more food into your mouth. You ate very quickly, Marco realized, much like you drank water. Right now he wanted to get you to bed as soon as possible, but that was something he’d have to address with you. There was no shortage of food on the ship, and no one was going to take a meal from you. Well, maybe Ace, but Marco would set him straight if he ever tried. Marco wrapped his fingers around your wrist in an effort to slow down the pace at which you were eating.

“Thatch, would you mind getting her water with added electrolytes?” Marco asked as he waited for you to swallow the food in your mouth. Once you did, he released your wrist, allowing you to continue eating. There were many habits he’d have to train out of you; Marco didn’t want anyone to think he was starving you or using food to control you. But beyond that, he wanted you to develop a more normal relationship with various resources. You set down the multiut as Thatch handed you an overlarge cup of water – your special glass was back in the lab – and watched you chug the beverage. Marco sighed, this would be a longer ordeal than just a meal or two.

“It’s not going anywhere, you can take your time. I can always make more,” Thatch said easily, leaning against Marco’s desk. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you continued to eat nearly as rapidly as Ace. Soon you sighed and licked the multiut, placing it back on the underside of the tray. Your eyelids were drooping as you reclined against Marco’s chest, like he was a chair. 

“Aw, so sweet,” Thatch cooed as your eyes slid closed, your neck muscles going slack. 

“Thank you again, Brother. I’ll let you know when she wakes up - she’ll need another of these meals,” Marco said, sliding his arm under your legs. You sniffed but didn’t even look at either Commander. Marco dismissed Thatch with a smile and salute, trying to wordlessly communicate to his brother that he should leave you in peace.

Taking the cue, Thatch left moments later, practically walking backwards out the door in an effort to keep watching you. You paid no mind as you settled heavily into Marco’s lap, preparing for sleep.

“No, no. Not here, silly human. In the bed yoi,” Marco chuffed happily, playing with the ends of your hair. You hummed but didn’t move, your breathing already evening out. 

“Spoiled little thing,” Marco said, pressing his lips against your scalp, as if he wasn’t indulging himself as much as you. He stood up and gently deposited you into the middle of his bed, covering you with his blanket. Marco tapped a note on his controller to get you a heavier blanket made from cloth. Humans enjoyed weighted cloth on them as they rested, and he needed you to be as healthy as possible.

Luckily for you, Haruta did have time to install the special extreme infrared (EI) lights in the room prior to the meeting. For you, it was pitch black, the only light the stars shining through the small window. For Marco, he could see just as well as he could in the full light. Most beings on the ship could see in EI wavelengths, but not all. And for that reason (as well as the lower cost), they used lights with the regular spectrums for the ship. Your eyes weren’t able to detect the EI rays, but since Marco could, he would be able to complete work from his room or watch you while you slumbered on. 

Watching your chest rising and falling reminded Marco that he wanted to implement a night time routine for you. Ritual cleansing and habitual motions were said to calm humans into a peaceful slumber. But tonight you wouldn’t be needing it, your body already asleep even before he removed his clothes. Setting the lights to EI mode for your comfort, Marco put his clothes in the cleansing station before preening himself for the night. Maybe he could teach you to preen his feathers, he mused. Your small, nimble hands were well suited for the task and he’d enjoy the intimate touch of another.

With the pleasant thought of you touching his feathered arms in his mind, Marco crawled over to you on the bed. Your suit needed to be cleaned as well, so he retracted the textile back into its disc. Besides, he wanted to feel as much of your soft skin as he could on his own, the thought having plagued him for hours. You didn’t rouse while the suit retracted and Marco raised the covers higher over your shoulders. He turned off the lights fully, ready to sleep alongside you.

Marco curled up behind you, nuzzling his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You huffed in annoyance as he wrapped his arms around you and tucked you against him, your warm, supple back against his chest. But your furrowed brow soon smoothed out as you slipped deeper into REM sleep. Marco inhaled your scent deeply, your unique chemistry filling his lungs. The way you fit his body was nothing short of a miracle, your diminutive size a perfect fit for him. 

Marco trailed his fingers up and down your side, noting that your goosebumps came back out now that you were naked. He made note of several small scars he hadn’t seen earlier, mapping them out with the pads of his fingers. You groaned again, annoyed that he was disrupting your slumber with his gentle touches. Burrowing into you, Marco felt his cock harden as it nestled between your ass cheeks but he ignored it. He wanted you wet and wanting, not passed out when he finally had you. Marco smiled to himself, his childhood dream brought to life, as he fell asleep with you tightly grasped in his arms.

Marco woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day after a typical four hour rest. The ship operated on the standard Galactic day, a 30 hour period representing one cycle. From his experience as a doctor, Marco knew there were other species who also needed extended amounts of sleep. Once Jozu needed rest, he’d be asleep for an entire day – sometimes two – but that only came once every 14 days. You, however, would need enormous amounts of sleep daily. Studies showed lack of sleep was detrimental to humans after the 18 hour mark and compounded quickly. 

So after cuddling with you for some time and trailing his fingers up and down your delicate skin, Marco got up and left you to sleep. He spent a lot of time with you in the day prior and was now behind in his actual work. There were patients in the infirmary, viruses to sequence, and he needed to keep on top of Pops’ health as well. Not only that, but he wanted to do a refresher in his human informational archives. Marco now had a vested interest in sifting through the information he’d gathered over the years. He needed to refresh his memory around a few topics and a look at some archived vids wouldn’t hurt either.

After switching on the EI lights, Marco dressed in his clean clothes and made himself a warm coffee from the liquid replicator, the delicious brown liquid filling his nose with the pleasant smell. Marco hummed as he sipped it – coffee was one of the many resources mined from Eurt. He wondered if you had ever tasted it. Based on the scarcity with which you treated water, he was guessing you hadn’t. Maybe he could let you try it one day as a treat if you were being good for him. Taking a large gulp of the hot liquid, Marco sat at his comp-station and synced it to his controller.

The first few hours went by easily as Marco worked steadily and checked on his patients remotely via vid. He waited until you were in the middle of a REM cycle to sneak to the clinic for a moment, gathering what he needed for you when you woke. After about four hours, Marco began to worry a little, pulling up the vital signs from your clinical cuff. He did need to go into the infirmary but he was reluctant to leave until you woke up and he determined for himself that you were alright. You looked the same as you had before, still heavily sleeping. 

Thatch had stopped by again after you’d been asleep for eight hours, already worrying over you.

“Is she hurt? Isn’t this too long to sleep?” Thatch asked, craning his neck to get a glimpse of you in Marco’s bed as he carried two food trays in his arms. As Commander, Thatch could have sent any number of his division to deliver food to Marco, but Marco had a feeling you’d be getting hand delivered food for some time. 

“She’s fine yoi. Eight hours is actually the normal amount for humans, but she’s over tired. She’s probably going to sleep for a few more hours,” Marco explained, taking the tray of food his brother thoughtfully brought for him. Marco was looking forward to the flavorful array Thatch had prepared for his palette. You’d only be getting the bland food he’d requested Thatch to make.

“Is she hungry? Should we wake her? I don’t want her to starve,” Thatch worried, setting the tray of food he’d made for you on top of the one in Marco’s arms. The EV lid kept the food inside hot, though Marco imagined Thatch cooked the food fresh anyway. 

“She’s not starving, I promise. We’re not waking her, I want her to sleep her fill,” Marco said quietly, gently pushing his brother away from his door. 

“She looks so cute and warm all curled up. Oooh, she’s naked! I wanna cuddle her, just for a little-” Thatch said, already reaching for the zipper to his chef uniform.

“No. She’s too tired yoi. Maybe another time,” Marco said firmly. He had cuddled you, of course, but no one else would right now. Thatch tutted but relented, allowing Marco to close the door and leave you to your slumber.

After another two hours, Marco began checking on you in twenty minute intervals. He didn’t allow himself to monitor you any more frequently than that. He was a physician, he knew you were alright. Marco was running out of work he could do remotely, he needed to go into the infirmary within a few hours. Eventually he gave up on pretending to not look at your vitals and had them up on the primary work screen. Nothing had so much as blipped, you were still in deep REM sleep. 

Another two hours passed and Marco decided to wake you. Twelve hours was sufficient for an ill human, it would be enough for you. You would sleep again in twelve to fourteen hours, and too much sleep could be harmful for humans. Thatch had pinged him no less than five times asking if you woke and needed food, Curiel asked about you twice, and Ace had tried vid-chatting with you. Marco declined their offers to stop by, but sent a few pics of you sleeping to placate his brothers. 

Marco waited until you were coming out of a REM cycle before walking over to the bed, changing from the EI lights to a dim setting you’d be able to see. Marco admired you, patting your hair as you took in a deep breath.

“Luna,” he said softly, one finger now stroking down your exposed back. “Luna, it is time to wake up yoi,” Marco continued, his thick fingers now skimming your back lightly. You grumbled and turned over, ducking your body under his large blanket. He had read about best methods for waking humans, but he didn’t have the heart to rip your blanket away or spray you with coolant. Marco chuckled and dipped his hand under the blanket, his fingers unerringly finding your soft nipple. Marco pinched it gently, rolling the soft nub in between his fingers. You sucked in a hiss, batting at his hand.

“Mmphf, stoooop,” you whined, pushing at his hand. Marco released your nipple, resting his hand on your ribs.

“It’s been twelve hours, you’ve slept enough. You will get to sleep again later, do not be concerned,” Marco said softly, trying not to startle you awake. You scowled at him, your tiny sleepy face so adorable Marco almost kissed you on the spot. He found the human word for lip pressing after searching his archives, it was called kissing. He rubbed your shoulders, kneading the taut muscles beneath his fingertips. You huffed but didn’t whine any longer, stretching yourself out before yawning again. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, wrapping the blanket around yourself.

“Good morning, Master,” you grumbled, so petulant Marco almost laughed. 

Your POV

You did feel more refreshed now that you’d slept a while. Marco informed you that you’d slept for twelve hours, but you felt like you could easily go another twelve. He seemed to be into taking care of you physically, so hopefully you’d get to sleep again later like he said. In some ways it was nice not to have to pretend to be someone you weren’t, to be able to live in the way you needed. You would have preferred not being outed as a human, but at least you slept more than five hours a day now. 

Marco was annoying you, sitting right next to you as you woke up. Didn’t he understand personal space? Still, you called him Master as he wanted. It wouldn’t be a great start to the day to get into it with him right away. Besides, your mouth still felt tacky from that muzzle the day prior. You did not want that thing in your mouth again. 

“How are you feeling yoi?” he asked, his hand resting against the back of your neck.

“Tired,” you said simply, your throat dry from not drinking for so long. You smacked your lips before rearing back from Marco’s other hand entering your peripheral vision. 

“Still? Drink,” he commanded, handing you your glass. You took the cool water quickly, gulping it down out of habit before he had time to tell you to stop. The glass was actually really interesting, you wanted to know more about it. 

“Did you get this from Eurt?” you said, admiring the empty glass.

“One of my ancestors did,” Marco replied absentmindedly, fiddling with an injector. You frowned, you didn’t want more inoculations but Marco was right – you needed them. 

“Have you been there?” you asked before you could stop yourself. You were trying to reveal as little information as possible, but he was definitely more well traveled than you were. He was on an Emperor’s crew, they could go basically wherever they liked in the galaxy. So the possibilities of him having been there were way higher than anyone else.

“Where? Eurt?” Marco asked, looking up from the injector. You nodded eagerly in the hope that he had. Marco gave you a strange look and set down the injector on the bedside table.

“How much do you know about Eurt?” he asked, reaching over to take the glass away. You huffed, he was always trying to explain things that you already knew. 

“A lot! It’s where humans come from, of course. I wanna go there one day,” you said, thinking about the ancient books on Lafftale. A few books and papers had made their way to Lafftale over the years and you’d read them all so many times you could see the pictures inside your head. It was hard to understand what you were looking at sometimes, but just the sun alone made your heart happy. All that warm, golden energy would fill you with happiness, you just knew it.

“We’ll talk about it later. I need to vaccinate you now. Come here,” Marco said, patting his lap. You rolled your eyes but scooted over to him, holding the blanket over your body like a dress. He was going to vaccinate you – and you did want them – so you weren’t going to fight over being on his lap. You’d save your energy for battles you were more likely to win. It was obvious Marco changed the topic of conversation, but whatever. Maybe you’d ask Thatch the next time you saw him, he seemed to be more interested in appeasing you. 

Marco adjusted you and moved the blanket so your thigh was exposed. You turned your head and closed your eyes, not wanting to watch as the injector activated. Marco held you tightly with one arm while you felt the cool metal press against your leg.

“Deep breath yoi,” he said softly as he activated the plunger. You hissed and dug your fingers into his arm, the vaccines burning as they entered your body. “Shh, all done,” Marco cooed as you grimaced, rubbing your thigh even as pain was already fleeting. You crawled off his lap, thankful Marco let you without stopping you. You felt like you were either in his arms or on his lap the whole day prior, and you’d had enough. 

“Can I have an energy drink?” you asked, stifling a yawn. You learned about them from your time on your former crew. There was nothing so energizing on Lafftale, the only beverage that was available was water and you once had a cup of juice during a surprisingly bountiful fruit crop one year. But none of it compared to energy drinks. They tasted how you imagined ship fuel did, bright and fizzy and helped you get through so many weeks without adequate sleep. You were already craving the pale white beverage, your mouth watering just thinking about it.

“No,” Marco said simply. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Marco was so goddamn irritating.

“May I please have an energy drink, Master?” you repeated, adding the honorific he cared so much about. 

“No.” Your mouth dropped open in outrage.

“What? Why not?! I said it the way you like!” you asked, your arms akimbo.

“They’re not healthy for you,” Marco said with finality, crossing the room to the sanitization station. He cleaned the glass before picking up something metal off his work station desk.

“They’re not bad for me. I’ve had them loads of times before,” you rebutted. Sure, they weren’t great for you, but everyone in the universe drank them!

“No. You can have more water,” Marco said, returning to where you sat on the bed. 

“That’s not right! You can’t just-” your words were cut off as Marco grabbed your jaw with one of his large hands.

“I can, and I will yoi. You are my responsibility, and I take it seriously. Humans drink water. Well behaved humans may get small amounts of other beverages from time to time. And do I need to remind you what happens to naughty humans?” he asked, his brow arching. Color drained from your face, you hadn’t forgotten what happened to you the day before.

“N-no,” you whispered, trying to break away from his gaze. 

“Wonderful. So we’re agreed you’re getting water and only water. Would you care for some more?” he asked, motioning to the glass.

“No, thank you,” you replied, dropping your gaze. Marco had a way of both making you feel incredibly small and more livid than you ever had simultaneously. It was truly his talent.

“Give me your arm,” he commanded, opening his hand. You gave him a wary look but did as he asked and placed your forearm in his extended hand. The thin metal band of your clinical cuff clattered to the ground as Marco wordlessly snapped off the cuff that had been there since the day before. In his other hand, he had a small controller that looked somewhat similar to the one he wore on his forearm. 

“Izou had the time to make this for you. You will thank him yoi,” Marco informed you as he gently shut the clasps and encased your lower arm down to your wrist. You had no desire to see Izou and no desire to thank him for the monitoring device. A small whirring told you it was locked on, like Marco had originally told Izou it would be. You turned your arm over, not really sure how to operate it. 

“It is like mine, but has limited functions. It reports your clinical data back to me. It has a rudimentary messaging system. I can message you, but you cannot message me. It is connected to the data pad Haruta cleared for you, so you can access several topics of information as well as limited vids and amusements yoi,” Marco explained. 

“Thatch brought you fresh food, you will eat now,” Marco informed you. You pressed your lips shut in an effort to keep from talking. You couldn’t take any more more authoritative command from this asshole without getting in trouble.

“I’m not really hungry right now,” you bit out, poking at the controller. You squinted as a screen opened up but you couldn’t read what it said before it blipped away. You were trying to reactivate it when Marco put his hand over your controller, turning it off.

“I didn’t ask if you were hungry yoi. I told you to eat,” Marco said in a cool tone, his hand now settling on the side of your neck as blue flames ignited along his arm. You shivered, Marco was not playing. He handed you the tray, opening it for you. Fuck, it was that weird slop again. You didn’t like wasting food, you’d eat it. But when Marco was in a better mood, you were going to ask for something different.

Reaching where Thatch showed you, you grabbed the multiut and began eating. You’d shoveled it down yesterday from hunger but damn it really wasn’t good. Marco stood next to you, watching you eat with crossed arms.

“You’re eating at a slower pace than before. Good job, Luna,” he praised you, patting your head. You didn’t tell him it was because you didn’t want to eat what was in front of you. You also didn’t tell him you wanted to stab him with the combo-utensil. 

Marco left your side while you ate to work at his comp-station, giving you time to think to yourself. The Commanders had obviously been talking about you at that meeting yesterday but you had no idea what they were saying. It all sounded like gobbledy-gook to you, made up phrases that you didn’t understand. You tried to remember them but they were so non-sensical it was difficult. You remembered them saying “shoo flee,” “ooh be gah,” “nooboo,” and “whippna choba dog,” but that was about it. Maybe the controller Marco gave you would have a note keeping function and you could write them down there to try and decode later.

You paused in your eating, unable to choke down any more of the weird wet-dry slop. Setting the  multiut back under the tray, you leaned back on the bed in thought. You needed to get out of the room if you wanted any chance of escape, but how would you trick Marco into letting you?

“Oh good, you’re already reclining. Lay all the way back yoi,” Marco said as he cleansed his hands in the sanitization station. The food in your stomach felt like wapolium as you parsed the meaning of his words.  

“Wh-what? No- no, please,” you said, now sitting upright. “Please, Ma-Master. Please don’t-” you started begging, trying to stave off what you knew was coming. Marco had made no secret of what he wanted to do to you, you just hadn’t really mentally prepared. Marco came to sit next to you on the bed, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I need to remove the disc inside you yoi. The controller takes care of those functions,” he said, still rubbing your face. Your lower lip wobbled against your will and your eyebrows hitched upwards. You felt your face heat as you imagined a rough mating from Marco. Would he take care of you after? Or just toss you to his brothers after he was done? Marco’s controller beeped softly.

“Why are you distressed? I already told you what I will be doing,” he asked.

“Y-you’re g’na - g’na-” you couldn’t even get the words out before your throat closed up.

“No. I told you the truth, I need to take the disc out. I’m not breeding you now yoi. I have to go to the infirmary, I don’t have time,” he said, almost reluctant. Your eyes squinted with tears as his callous words hit your heart. He was only giving you a reprieve because he didn’t have the time to enjoy assaulting you, not because he cared that it would hurt you.

“Would you like to take it out yourself?” Marco asked, tilting his head at you. 

“What?” you sniffled, wiping your nose on your arm. Marco tsked at you, reaching for a cleaning square on the night stand. He gently wiped your arm and nose while answering.

“I can watch you take out the disc yourself, if you prefer,” Marco said, his voice deeper. 

Marco POV

You were such a skittish little thing, he thought, always jumping from one emotional extreme to the other. You were lucky you had him as a Master, Marco was patient from his years as a physician. Other Masters might punish you for flipping through your moods as quickly as you did, but Marco didn’t mind. A human comfortable enough to express their feelings was a positive sign. Humans in a poor mental state stopped responding to stimuli, be they positive or negative.

Something you said was giving him pause though. This was the second time you referred to Eurt in the present tense. Based on what you said, Marco quickly pieced together that you believed Eurt still existed. Not only that, but that you would be able to travel there, perhaps even to sojourn there. He would have to find the right time and method to tell you that your home planet had been ravaged and torn apart for its resources many cycles prior. Not even the planet itself remained, it had been torn apart for its liquid iron core. There was nothing left of your world, everything taken by the Galactic Government and pirates alike. 

Marco didn’t have the heart to tell you now, not when he’d have to leave so soon. You’d be devastated and would need a lot of time to process. He could relate, his own homeworld had been destroyed many galactic cycles previously. Only a few Phoenixes survived, Marco was one of the last of his kind. Which was partially why he had been so enamoured by humans in his youth, the possibility to extend his bloodline a wish he could only hope for until he met you.

He gathered that you were currently nervous he was going to mate you unprepared. That he would breed you was inevitable, but Marco would never harm you by not stimulating you to orgasm first. He had to leave and you couldn’t go with him - he didn’t want to risk exposing you to viruses from the recently traveling crew that you weren’t inoculated against. He had messaged Izou a few hours prior asking his brother to watch you for the hours Marco would be gone. You would not be pleased, but Marco felt the most comfortable leaving you with Izou. For that reason, offering to let you take out the disc was a small concession he didn’t mind making. 

“I can watch you take out the disc if you prefer,” Marco said, his voice deeper. You watched him intently, trying to determine if he was lying. Marco waited until you nodded your head.

“Lie back. I need to see you extract it yoi,” Marco said, sitting by your legs on his bed. You slowly settled back on his bed with your knees bent under the blanket. You slipped an arm under the covers but Marco yanked them away, balling them up and throwing them across the bed. Your mouth gaped open but you didn’t directly challenge him.

“Like I said. I need to see you extract it,” Marco said, already feeling his cock stirring against his pants. You bit your lip but nodded again. Your small fingers moved slowly down your stomach until they reached your mound.

“You need to reach orgasm today anyway. Perhaps twice since you slept for so long. Let’s do that now, then take the disc out once you’re warmed up yoi,” Marco mused, tapping his cheek with his finger in thought. He really hadn’t been thinking about any diversions right now but he knew how to seize an opportunity when he saw one. 

“N-no, I don’t-” you tried to close your legs, but Marco stuck his hand in between your knees, preventing them from fully closing. He gently pried them open with both hands, revealing more of your perfect little pussy to him. He’d seen it already of course, both live and on vid. Marco had actually just reviewed the video he took of your measurement taking, reviewing the dimensions and updating your documentation. And yes, he’d masturbated to it as well, your moans and quaking limbs getting him to come faster than he had in years. He knew the other Commanders likely used your footage for the same reason, but they weren’t the ones who got to feel your skin and touch your glistening core. 

“Either you or I will be making you orgasm right now yoi. Decide or I will choose for you,” Marco said firmly, his hands resting on the inside of your knees. You bit your lip, trying to determine which you would prefer. Marco didn’t mind either way, he would enjoy watching you pleasure yourself or if he did it for you again. Your fingers shakily made their way down to your pussy as you turned your head away from him and shut your eyes tightly.

“No. Open your eyes,” Marco ordered, his fingers digging into your skin a little. His talons had grown back but he was mindful not to pierce you with them. Your eyes fluttered open, tracking his movements under half lidded eyes. He wondered what you were imagining before he made you open your eyes. Soon it would be thoughts and memories of your time with him.

“Y-you’ll let me do it, r-right? You’re not g’na-”

“Begin,” Marco commanded, the pad of his finger rubbing the inside of your knee. You reached down and spread your pussy lips with your fingers, bringing two of them to rub at your clit. Marco licked his lips, wishing it was his tongue instead as he remembered your tangy flavor. You took in a shaky breath, focusing on rubbing yourself a little faster. Your other hand was laying on the bed, your fingers gripping the mattress.

Soon you were rubbing at your clit quickly, your fingers making small circles against the hardening bud. Your breathing was faster and your back was arching, your beautiful breasts jiggling with every stroke. You dipped your fingers lower, using your minimal slick to aid your rubbing. But why weren’t you inserting your fingers in yourself? In some of the vids Marco had seen, human females put their fingers inside themselves for increased pleasure. You were moaning in almost the exact right way, but something wasn’t right. Your pupils weren’t dilated, and your clit wasn’t as engorged as he’d seen it previously.

“Use both hands,” Marco instructed, his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his dark blue pants. He pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, wanting to savor his next release until he was inside of you. You made a small noise, neither agreeing or disagreeing, and brought your small fingers to pluck at your nipple. You rolled the hardened bud between your fingers, spreading your legs wider as a small whimper left your lips. Your perfect cunt was glistening, practically crying for his cock. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

“Insert a finger,” Marco husked, watching you carefully.

“Don’t w-wanna, won’t help,” you stuttered, your fingers pinching your nipple harshly. Marco broke his concentration on your pussy to check his controller momentarily. 

“I can tell yoi. You’re only reaching about 62% of the response needed from your hypothalamus. You won’t reach orgasm this way,” Marco nodded, in complete agreement.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you asked, your fingers stopping their movement. Your eyes were wide in fear, darting around as your breathed rapidly. Marco tapped his controller, bringing up a screen. He simplified it so it was just numbers since you couldn’t read well yet.

“The controller you have monitors more data and organic outputs than the disc and cuff combined. It allows me to track how close you are to orgasm. And I agree with you, what you’re doing won’t help yoi,” Marco said, closing the screen. Your face paled and your mouth hung open, your eyes blinking rapidly. Marco pinched your cheek.

“You thought I was going to allow you to use your human tricks? I know human females can fake orgasm fairly realistically,” Marco said, patting your cheek softly. Your eyes filled with tears, your mood rapidly shifting again. He was right, you would need two orgasms today to help begin regulating your mood. One would be now, one would be after he returned to you. You were breathing shallowly, your orgasm percentage dropping by the second. 

“It’s alright. You would never try to deceive me, right? You were just nervous, shy perhaps. But don’t worry, I’ll always help you yoi,” he said, his eyes flashing.  Marco reached over for a small cylinder on the bedside table, something he didn’t think he would need for some time. Opening the cap, he carefully extracted the organism inside and closed his fingers around it. 

“Spread your legs,” Marco commanded. You clamped them together, the exact opposite of what he’d asked. Marco sighed, but secretly he didn’t mind too much. He enjoyed correcting your behavior. Perhaps you’d never fully be tamed, and he’d get to punish you endlessly. 

“Open your legs or I’ll get the spreader bar. You would prefer the former, I assure you yoi,” Marco said dryly. He did want to use it on you eventually, but if he could avoid doing so right now it would probably be best. You spread your legs a degree wider hesitantly. Marco wedged his body in between your thighs, gently removing your hand from between your folds and setting it on your soft stomach. Using one of his own hands, he spread your lower lips and brought his closed hand closer to your cunt. 

“Wh-what is that? Wh-” you stammered before Marco opened his hand. Inside, there was a small pappag, the bright orange star shaped organism already sticking its suckered limbs out in anticipation of a thin skinned, warm blooded mammal. It was about the size of your thumb and pulsating. You tried shimmying away but Marco held you in place, eager to see the pappag on you. Marco had grabbed it on a whim from the lab and was pleased that he did.

Pappags were a great tool to use to bring female humans to orgasm without direct intervention or as a means of overstimulation. Marco happened to have found one a few worlds ago, buying the five limbed creature more out of curiosity than need. Now he was glad to have found it, the small creature perfect for making you come quickly.

“N-no, please, Master, p-please, please!” you begged. Marco ignored your cries as Marco brought the pappag close to your clit, the organism practically leaping from his hand to yours. It preferred to suck on hairless, smooth, thin skin, not the tough hide of his arms and hands -  and he would detach it before it attached too firmly. Marco placed the central part of its body directly over your clit, the little limbs reaching to attach. Your thighs clamped against his shoulders but you didn’t have the strength to move him. 

“Take it offffff NNHHnnh hah hah p-please n-hah NO nehhhh! ~aaaah~!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Marco watched you writhe in front of him. Your fingers madly scrambled to remove the creature, but Marco easily caught your wrists in one of his hands. Checking his controller, Marco saw you were already at 85%, with the pleasure percent rising rapidly. Your legs were trembling, your face was flushed, your eyes were shut tightly, and your head was thrashing against the bed. This is what he had been expecting, not the lackluckster performance you’d given him. The pappag was much more effective than he had expected, he would have to use it again at another point in time.

“S’too much s’too much!! I’m g’na - nhhhhh fuck fuck nnnhhhh aaaAAAhh g’na no no N-COME!” you screamed. The mindless pappag paid no heed to you, sucking at your clit as your back arched off the bed, your cries bouncing off the cold metal walls. Your little feet were scraping on the bed as your muscles tensed.  Your motions were wild, gyrating and thrusting as the pappag took you over the edge. He wished he had recorded this too, this particular experience would run in a loop in his memory for a long time.

Marco didn’t need his meter to show you were in the throes of an orgasm, your lithe, supply body constricting as you cried. You were trying to come down from your high, but the pappag kept going, uncaring that you were over sensitive. Now you were trying to dislodge it in earnest, your weakened limbs jolting as it kept sucking at you.

“P-ple-please NO nnnnh not more hah hah- n-n-no-” your breaths were ragged as tears ran down your face. 

“Shh. We’re done yoi,” Marco confirmed. Using the talon on his thumb, Marco carefully pried the pappag off of you. Its limbs flailed as wildly as yours had moments prior, trying to get back to your pretty cunt. Marco could relate, but pushed the creature back into its tube and set it on the table. He’d feed it later, this little friend was here to stay. You took in a shaky sob as Marco turned back to you.

“I’m taking the disc out. Nothing more,” Marco said as he pushed a thick finger into you without warning. You tilted your pelvis and whined, but Marco quickly retrieved the disc and pulled his finger back out.

Marco pressed his lips to your inner thigh in a kiss, making your legs jolt. Marco took a look at the disc to make sure it hadn’t degraded before he disposed of it quickly. Marco checked his watch, he was running late for his own clinic. He kissed your exposed neck before pressing the disc on your back. You shivered as the textile covered up your delectable little body once more but remained prone on the bed, you miniscule amount of endurance already used up. He watched you catch your breath and collect yourself, some of your hair sticking to your forehead. What a lovely sight you made when he wrecked you.

“Aren’t you gonna - sh-shouldn’t I clean up?” you asked as the suit clothed your core, trying to catch your breath. Marco really wanted to lick you clean, and he would do that – and more– but later. 

“No, sit in your mess. It will remind you to be good in my absence,” Marco stated as the suit completely covered you. You rubbed your legs together, grimacing as you thought about his words.

“Your absence? Where are you going?” you asked, threading your small fingers together in worry. He smiled to himself – were you missing his steady presence already? He had been right to appoint himself your Master, you were already close to forming a bond with him. Looking at your bare fingernails as you pressed your hands together, Marco wondered if you enjoyed painting them as well as your toes. Maybe that was a non sexual reward he could offer you for good behavior. He’d have to talk with Fossa and see what the ship had in stock.

“I have to go to the infirmary for a few hours yoi. I am leaving you in the care of another Commander, but I trust he can keep you safe. You will behave,” Marco replied, reaching for you once more for a final caress before he left. You shrank back, but Marco pressed his mouth to your neck, licking your racing pulse. His controller informed him your pleasure percentage was on the rise again. Interesting. 

“Which Commander? Thatch?” you asked, scanning his face, your eyes wide.

“No. Izou.”

Chapter Text

Your POV

You were sitting on the floor with your spine completely straight, watching silently as Commander Izou worked at the comp-station above you. Just like he said, Marco had brought you over to Izou’s wing of the ship and promptly abandoned you to go to the infirmary. You’d begged Marco to reconsider and let you stay with Thatch, but his mind was made up and he didn’t so much as consider your request. Marco had pushed you into Izou’s sparse office and promptly left, leaving you alone with the Cnidarian. 

“How are you feeling, Luna?” Izou asked as the door shut behind Marco. You were breathing heavily, now sealed into a room with a Cnidarian. You felt a cold sweat beading on your forehead as the room seemed to close in on you. You didn’t think he was going to hurt you, at least not on purpose. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of your mother’s unblinking eyes boring down on you as she told you every horrific thing that had happened to her at the hands of the Cnidarians. You hugged your middle, which made your breasts ache a little. They’d been more sensitive since you woke up, maybe your period was coming.

“Good, thank you,” you replied, looking at your feet, your hands clasped in front of you. You were trying to be as meek and polite as possible, afraid to do anything that might upset him.

“I heard you slept a long time,” he continued, undeterred by your lack of engagement.

“Yes, s-sir.” 

“This wing belongs to the Sixteenth Division. We are in charge of intelligence – gathering, disseminating, and dispensing,” he explained. You nodded, your eyes still on the floor. You wanted to  answer his questions with as few words as possible to avoid any possible punishments. Izou’s controller beeped a few times but he didn’t answer it. 

“What would you like to do?” he asked, a tentacle curling under his pale purple face. Out of your peripheral vision you saw he was smiling, like your anxiety was a joke to him. But unlike Marco, who you might sass, you just took it. 

“Whatever you would like m-me to, sir,” you replied in a shaky voice. You hoped Izou’s thoughts weren’t on mating with you. Marco had told Izou you already orgasmed right before he dropped you off. But still, you didn’t know if Marco would be sharing you with Izou. The thought of being held in his tentacles brought tears to your eye but you still didn’t look at his face. Izou’s controller beeped again. It was silent for a moment between you as Izou checked his messages.

“Quite the doting Master you have,” he mused. “Marco has been sending me reminders about you since he left moments ago,” Izou said with a small laugh. You didn’t answer. Marco wasn’t doting, but you felt a little bit safer knowing he was dispensing information on how not to kill you. 

“Do you wish to drink water?” he asked, swiping away another notification on his controller.

“No thank you, sir.”

“How about an energy drink?” Izou asked, amusement still in his tone. The sight of his tentacles made you want to gag, but you held it in. How stupid did they think you were? Marco probably told him you couldn’t have them and they were testing to see if you’d disobey. There was no way you’d do anything bad around Izou. Better luck next time, Marco.

“No thank you, sir. I’m not allowed,” you said quietly. He laughed, the pleasant chime-like sound at odds with his heavily tentacled body. 

“What a well behaved pet,” Izou said amicably, a tentacle slowly drawing near your face. You pressed your lips together and shut your eyes, waiting for the pain that would surely follow. But all you felt was your head being pat much like Marco enjoyed doing to you. You fidgeted and shifted around, uncomfortable with Izou’s tentacles touching you. Izou soon retracted it, leaving you alone.

After that, Izou sat you on a cushion on the floor near him as he continued working. He didn’t continue talking to you and you sat in silence. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but it must have been a while. Still, you weren’t going to complain, no matter how boring it was. This was better than being trained by Marco or oogled by the other Commanders. Izou seemed content to work, only looking down at you to smile every so often. 

As the minutes ticked by, you were able to relax in Izou’s presence bit by bit. He gave you a large cup of water after a while, extending it to you with one of his smaller tentacles. You made sure to grab it without touching him, but he didn’t seem offended. You drank everything he gave you, then handed him the cup back with a thank you. It went back to being quiet, only interrupted by you asking Izou to use the bathroom. He pointed you towards a small door in the wall with a tentacle, not even bothering to look up from his work. 

Things were easy and calm, but you weren’t going to fall for it. Marco wouldn’t leave you with anyone, he had a high amount of trust in Izou. If Izou was in charge of information, you would have to be even more diligent around him than Marco to ensure you didn’t divulge anything about Lafftale. You didn’t think you said anything, but the meeting from yesterday had you on edge.

While you were sitting, you were able to get a better look at both the room and Izou himself. You tried to keep yourself from staring too much, but it wasn’t like there was all that much else to do in his office. Izou’s top half was humanoid, like you’d seen before, but his bottom half was a little more complex than you had originally seen. He was composed of tentacles down below his midsection, but they were varied. Some were thick, some were thin, some had large endings, some had smooth endings, and not all of them had suckers. A few of them even seemed to have little mouths on the ends that could open and close, but you couldn’t imagine what they would be chomping on.

As the minutes passed, you also inspected the room. It wasn’t anything special for an information office – a compstation and desk where Izou was working, a few tables with half disassembled robotics on it, a table with chairs around it for meetings, a few trays of food, replicators, sanitization stations - standard office equipment. Clearly, the bulk of the intelligence work took place elsewhere, this was just Izou’s administrative office. You sat there, wishing you were reading or doing anything at all, but unwilling to say anything to Izou.

Izou’s controller kept pinging every so often. He read them all, but didn’t always reply. You weren’t sure if it was Marco, you assumed Izou also had a division full of crew he needed to chat with. As your boredom grew, you looked over at the tech on the table, wondering what it was.

“There’s food for you over there,” Izou said after another ping broke the silence. He gestured to a covered tray with a tentacle, indicating the one that was meant for you. You nodded at Izou, but didn’t stand up. You weren’t that hungry yet and besides, if it was more of that slop from Thatch you were going to scream. 

“Ah, I see what Marco means when he told me you’re not suggestible. It’s an order. Go eat food,” Izou said, though he was still smiling. You wanted to roll your eyes, Marco was such a dick. You stood up and ambled towards the desk where the tray was and reached to remove the top like you’d seen Thatch and Marco do.

You screamed as a tentacle wrapped around your wrist and waist, stopping you from touching the tray and pulling you backwards. You were hauled into the air with ease, kicking your feet uselessly. Your hands gripped Izou’s thick tentacle, your nails digging into his flesh as you tried to right yourself. Though the tentacles did have some elasticity and give, underneath was solid muscle. You flailed and screamed in your efforts to get away, but Izou was as unmoved by your behavior as Marco was. 

“Stop,” Izou said authoritatively, not needing to yell to get your attention. You stopped fighting him immediately, though your hands continued to push against the thick tentacle around your waist. The tentacle around your wrist unraveled itself, though it remained close to you.

“The top of the tray is scalding hot, you would have severely burned yourself if you had touched it,” he explained, a tentacle curling towards the tray. Was this another kind of test? It looked exactly the same as the other times you’d seen the trays and they hadn’t burned you. Did they - was Marco trying to get you in trouble?

“I - I um, I didn’t know?” you said, tears springing to your eyes. “It looks the same as the others. N-normally metal is hot, I would have felt it,” you whispered, your shoulders hunching in. You pressed your lips together, trying to mentally prepare for punishment. 

“No, the metal these trays are made from doesn’t disperse heat, that’s part of what makes them so effective. The whole thing is under pressure, I know even steam can burn human skin. The indicator is the only method to detect if it’s hot or not. Are you not able to see in extreme violet?” he asked, a finger on his lips. You shook your head.

“Oh, yes. Marco did mention you can’t see very well. I apologize, the indicator that the tray is hot is beyond your ability to detect. I will make adjustments – at least for the trays we use for you,” Izou said, releasing you back to the floor. His controller pinged loudly as Izou shook his head.

“And here is your Master, checking in. He’s worried about your fright,” Izou said with a small scoff. “Don’t worry, I’ll placate him,” Izou said as he began typing back to Marco.

“Am I in trouble?” you asked, rubbing your middle where Izou had grabbed you. It didn’t hurt, but you felt like you’d been squeezed like a thin metal tube. 

“No, no. That was my error. No one wants you injured,” he said, taking a candid picture of you. You were sure you looked like shit, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t like Marco asked before he took videos or pictures of you either. 

“Watch. You need to release the heat from the trays, like so. It is purple when it is hot, but you cannot detect it. Once the knob is the same color as the rest of the tray it is cool enough for you to touch,” Izou explained, using a tentacle to depress a small knob on the top of the lid. It looked the exact same to you before and after he depressed it, but you nodded in agreement. 

“Here, the food is now the appropriate temperature for you,” he said, extending the tray. You took it with shaking hands, too shaken to worry about the slop that it contained. You dutifully sat back down and got the multiut out, scared to touch anything you hadn’t been shown. You poked and prodded at the food, trying to envision something tastier. Maybe if you imagined something good, the slop wouldn’t be as difficult to choke down. The first bite hitting your taste buds proved the experiment a failure.

“May I ask you something, Luna?” Izou asked you as he watched you struggle to eat. You looked up at him, your eyes wide. You nodded but secretly wished he wouldn’t. The less you talked or moved the fewer chances to get in trouble or hurt.

“Do you know how to use the controller I made for you?” he asked, a tentacle pushing his long hair behind his shoulder. You slowly shook your head, hoping he wouldn’t be upset. You’d had one on your last ship but it was incredibly basic, only allowing you to open and close doors and the same for crates. The one Izou gave you was lightyears beyond what you were used to and you didn’t know how to utilize anything on it. 

“Eat your food and I’ll teach you.”

Izou POV

You were such an amusing little thing, he could see why Marco was infatuated with you. Izou knew you were scared of his species and was trying to acclimate you to being around him. He had practically ignored you, allowing you to take in your surroundings as well as himself. Izou wanted you to see that he wasn’t like his brethren, that he could contain himself around you. The Legendary Hour had been one of the darkest moments in the history of Wano, leading to the horrific death of his former leader and a massacre of yours. Izou still didn’t know how you’d heard of it – he only knew due to a coded message from his sister – but he’d find out eventually. 

You sat on the floor and tried to surreptitiously stare at him, looking over his body endlessly. It was obvious to Izou, but he pretended not to see you narrowing your eyes every so often. Even though he wasn’t telepathic, he could practically hear your thoughts. Many of his tentacles had different tips and endings and you were curious about them. Your little fingers opened and closed in your lap, as if you wanted to touch him. Izou made no movements and continued to pretend to pay you no mind.

As Izou gave you time to become a little more comfortable, your posture slouched as your fear of him lessened incrementally. If you were his human, he would force you to sit straight again, his tentacles manhandling you into an upright position – but you weren’t. You were Marco’s, and he’d obey the rules his brother had set out for you. Izou didn’t want to interfere with Marco’s progress, no matter how much he wanted to probe your holes.

Izou wasn’t as knowledgeable about humans as Marco, but he was still interested. He could smell your slick under your suit and his tentacles wriggled to rub themselves in it. Some tentacles had a dull sense of taste and he was so tempted to discover if you were as sweet as you smelled. Not only that but  based on the small amount he’d touched your bare skin, it was as fine and delicate as he had been told. You were curious, like Marco had said, looking around like you wanted to explore. He wished you would, or engage him in conversation, but he knew trust would take time to build.

Marco wasn’t the only one who’d seen vids of humans. Though he was ashamed of his species’ checkered past with humans, he couldn’t deny the raw eroticism of humanity. Long ago, Izou had come across a vid of a female human completely bound in the tentacles of a Cnidarian. She had struggled endlessly, but hadn’t been able to extricate herself and stop the Cnidarian from probing and fucking all her holes with various tentacles. By the end of the vid she had been enjoying it, moaning and squirting her pleasure. 

Not only that, but the human female in the vid had been lactating, her fat tits leaking with human milk. The Cnidarian had used its milking suckers on the female, stimulating her to orgasm by that method alone. Izou had heard human milk was consumable, delicious, and greatly fortifying. If Izou had you, he’d be inducing lactation immediately. Perhaps he would ask Marco his plans for your mammaries.

Still, Izou’s tentacles practically twitched with the need to spank and suck your lovely skin. He’d been so aroused while watching your measurement vid, he’d later masturbated with his hectocotylus and released his own sperm, something he hadn’t done for many cycles. Izou himself had no intentions of reproducing - he was perfectly fine with no genetic offspring of his own. But fucking you? That idea had a tremendous amount of merit.

He wanted to spank you until your skin darkened, knead your soft skin, suck on it with his tentacles until he left marks. Izou had no intentions of truly hurting you – or any human they found. But Izou couldn’t deny the appeal of keeping you bound in his tentacles, spanking, fucking, and sucking you simultaneously until you cried for him to stop. He wanted to lick the tears off your face before slowly pushing another tentacle into your anus, setting you off on another crying jag as he stretched you to accommodate his girth.

Izou returned from his pleasant thoughts to find you still picking at your food. After a while, Izou allowed you to claim you were no longer hungry. Marco had clearly specified that you were to only eat the food he’d ordered from Thatch, though Izou wasn’t sure why. He did happen to have human safe food on hand, but if Marco said no, that was that. You drank another cup of water Izou gave you, your pink little tongue working to push the water down your soft esophagus. The sight made Izou want to push a thick tentacle down your throat and feel your soft, warm tongue on him, but that would have to wait for another time. 

Even if Marco hadn’t already specified not to perform any sexual acts on you, Izou knew you were still frightened of him. You were tolerating his presence well enough, but when he made any unexpected movements, your vitals would spike and Marco would contact him again. Marco had been contacting Izou at least every half an hour – asking about your condition, giving Izou reminders for your care, asking what you were doing, if you were being respectful. Izou flipped through the messages he’d gotten in the last few hours.

Marco: Is she too cold? I sent her temperature parameters. 

Marco: Has she eaten? She might be hungry even though it has only been 2 hours. Humans eat frequently, she may not alert you that she wishes to eat.

Marco: Does she need to vacate her waste? 

Marco: Is Luna OK? I see a spike in her vitals.

Izou smiled when he received the communications – you might not realize it but the Commander was wrapped around your tiny finger. Anything you did – or didn’t do – was being monitored closely by Marco. 

“Now, let me show you how to use your controller,” Izou said, clearing your tray. You perked up, your eyes bright with interest. Izou showed you how to access the modules he’d put on there, the ones Marco had requested for you. There were mostly reading tutorials and informationals, some maps of the floors of the ship, as well as a few games the crew liked to play. You were a quick study even though you couldn’t read very well, adapting to the new tech rather well. Maybe it was just because Izou was used to users like Pops and Fossa, but you seemed rather adept at technology.

Izou did wonder about your origins – you seemed to be completely unaware of common tech from the last twenty or so years and like Marco had mentioned, you were functionally illiterate.. Marco had asked Izou to try and find out more information from you during your time together but so far Izou hadn’t had much luck. You were no longer bored, now steadily working through the introductory reading courses. Izou smiled as your brow furrowed and your mouth worked silently, trying to memorize the Common words on your screen. 

Adorable.

And utterly, completely, and totally fuckable.

Your POV

About an hour later, you were blasting through the games on your controller. You were actually pretty good, progressing rapidly through the levels. It had taken you a little bit of time to figure out exactly what to do, but once you did, you were golden. It wasn’t like the game was that challenging, especially not at the beginning. Every time you beat a level the game would ding and you’d collect more weird coins at the top of the screen. After you beat the tenth level, Izou peered down at you. 

“You’re quite adept at that, hm?” he asked, a tentacle curling near you. You leaned away from it but didn’t overtly jump, an improvement from earlier in the day. You just shrugged, not sure if he was complimenting you or not. If it was a game for actual pets or babies or something, it wouldn’t be that impressive.

“You’ve earned some credits, too,” he said, a tentacle pointing to the number next to the coins at the top of the screen. What now? Izou laughed as a tentacle patted your head. You hid your grimace – it seemed Marco taught him the condescending gesture. Or maybe other species really liked patting your head. Either way you hated it.

“So cute. Yes, winning in any of the vid games can translate into a few credits in real life. Not many, I believe the exchange rate is ten thousand vid coins for a credit? But, you’ve already won three thousand, you’re a third of the way there,” he said, explaining rudimentary math to you. Now you were intrigued – Marco had tacitly lost all your credits when he took you off your ship. If you could win them by playing games, you could still get the cure for Oro’s virus when you had a full plan to get off the ship.

“What do you need credits for?” Izou asked, a hand under his chin. Oh shit. You didn’t want Izou to know the actual reason that you needed credits, you’d have to think of something else quickly. Something stupid and frivolous, something they would think humans would want. 

“Uh to buy…bows,” you said hesitantly. Eh, that would have to do. Hopefully he believed you.

“Bows?” he questioned, his eyebrows lifting in surprise.

“Um, yeah. Bows for my hair. It’s like a fashion thing for humans?” you said, your voice accidentally lilting at the end like it was a question. 

“I see. And why not ask your Master to buy them for you?” You fought the urge to snort as you answered. Like you’d ever ask Marco for something so stupid.

“Hm. I don’t think he’d buy the kind I like. Humans are particular about things, you know,” you said, feigning meekness as you looked down. Izou hummed but didn’t press you any further.

“Would you like to play a flight simulator? It’s more challenging but the rewards are higher,” Izou asked, his mouth curling. “You’d be able to play against other crew members, bet and win more coins,” he continued, his voice as silky as his robes. You tried not to narrow your eyes – everything had another meaning with him, you were sure of it. There was more to the situation,you were sure of it, but you weren’t going to turn down the chance to win money.

Marco POV

Marco checked his controller for what felt like the millionth time. It had taken him much longer than he had anticipated to see all his patients. Of course the crew deserved his time and attention but his thoughts often strayed to you even when examining wounds from various battles. His blood ran cold thinking about what the other beings the crew regularly encountered could do to you, how easily you could be hurt or killed.

In between patients, Marco had placed orders with Fossa for various items he thought you’d need or want – furniture, blankets, a smaller multiut, human safe paint, a smaller cup, fragrant soap, mild lotion, a hair brush – the list went on and on. He wasn’t sure the ship had some of those items, but an order meant the crew would try to find them at the next planet or stop they went to.

While you had been sleeping, Marco relocated the files written by his ancestor, who he happened to be named after. His predecessor Marco had been the first being to find and fuck a human and kept detailed records of his time with her. The first human had been taken from Eurt eight hundred galactic cycles previously, the Phoenix keeping the secret about humans for many cycles until they were betrayed. After that Eurt was raided for humans, its resources, and ultimately the planet itself as pirates mined it for its iron core. 

Marco read his forefather’s logs and files about his human, paying particular attention to how he had finally tamed his wild woman. Your attitude mirrored that of the first human woman – passionate and tempestuous – and Marco was looking for some methods on how to get you to obey his commands without breaking your spirit completely. Most of the methods his ancestor detailed were sexual in nature, leaving Marco thinking about fucking you.

Which is where his thoughts always went ever since he had met you. It had been over a day and he had yet to sink himself into your tight heat, too many obstacles having gotten in his way. Perhaps after he was done with work and collected you from Izou he’d finally be able to fuck you. 

Marco had thought about how he wanted to fuck you endlessly – did he want to first take you from behind like he had with the measuring rods?  Or on your side for maximum skin to skin contact? Or have you on your back so he could watch your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you? Marco had a sizeable cock – he knew he’d fit but you might be uncomfortable especially if you didn’t have many previous partners. 

The thought of previous partners darkened Marco’s thoughts. He wasn’t obsessed with human virginity, like some races had been. He didn’t care all that much if he was the first per se – but the thought of anyone else having you after him had him clutching the patient health monitor he was viewing a little too hard. You were his, and you would remain his. That was part of why he was going to press the matter of finding the other humans. If they could find the other humans, the chances of him needing to share you decreased. 

At long last, Marco finally finished rounding on all his patients and was able to get you from Izou. He sent a short message to Izou, impatiently waiting for his brother’s reply.

Marco: I am done seeing patients and am coming to collect Luna. Where are you? Truth be told, Marco was a little annoyed at Izou. He had sent many messages, but Izou hadn’t returned them all. It was his first time being apart from you and Marco was nervous. Yes, Izou was smart and reliable, but you were so delicate. You’d nearly been burned under Izou’s care, even though it wasn’t intentional. Izou had prevented it, but the fact that it almost happened still upset him.

Not only that but Marco was beginning to feel regret leaving you with Izou. He thought about your outburst earlier and how frightened you’d been. Perhaps he really should have left you with Thatch, you did seem to be more comfortable with him after all. But by that time he had already left you with Izou, there wasn’t anything to do about it.

Izou: We are in the Commander’s lounge. She’s doing well, she’s playing vid games currently. 

Marco frowned. The Commander’s lounge playing games? He had thought Izou would keep you separated in the Sixteenth Division wing, not take you back to the Lounge. He checked your vitals again - you weren’t scared or upset. If anything, the controller was indicating you were excited.  It wasn’t a problem naturally. Of course he wanted you to be comfortable around his brothers but…Marco’s mouth twisted as he began walking more swiftly to the lounge.

Marco: Did she eat? He would stop by the kitchens if you hadn’t and get more food for you. Surely you were growing tired of the kibble and would want a change. Everything he’d read about humans suggested they needed variety, hopefully that was true.

Izou: A bit, but mostly pushed the food around her plate. She didn’t seem interested and frankly I don’t blame her. It did not look or smell appetizing in the least. She did guzzle a few glasses of water. Perhaps we should have her challenge Ace in a drinking contest.

Marco scowled even though Izou was joking. He didn’t even want to think of you drinking with the other Commanders, especially Ace. Marco had already scheduled a meeting between Ace and himself to go over parameters for you. Between your mutual curiosity and Ace’s burning desire to meet you, Marco was worried the overeager Commander would accidentally harm you. And Marco didn’t want to find out whether it was by being too rough or burning too hot.

Marco: I’ll be there shortly. Marco could practically hear Izou’s laugh ringing in his ears, but he didn’t care. He needed to ensure that you were safe and unharmed, even though he did trust his brother. After finally reaching the lounge, Marco paused for a moment outside the door. He heard raucous cheering from inside, but not your voice. Concerned, Marco cracked the door open to look for you. He was unable to stop himself from bursting into flames at what he saw.

You were sitting next to Ace on a large chair, the two of you plugged into a racing simulator that was being displayed on the screen. His long, soft tail was curled around one of your legs, the tip flicking every so often and recurling moments thereafter. You were moving around excitedly, replicating movements on the screen with your body, while Ace was more relaxed, his legs spreading wider with each passing moment. He had spent endless hours on this game, practically challenging everyone on the ship. The racing simulator was Ace’s favorite, and it seemed he found a good contender in you. 

Izou was sitting on the other side of you, watching with amusement as you played the game. Izou’s eyes flashed with mirth as he took in Marco’s flames, but Marco was in no mood. The other Commanders were pointing and laughing at the screen, encouraging you even though you wouldn’t be able to hear it through the headset. Rakuyo was the first to notice Marco outside of Izou, his brother grimacing and leaning to nudge Jiru next to him. 

“Ah, guys. We might need to-”

“She’s winning, she’s in the lead! Oooh, he might finally lose. C’mon girlie!” Vista cheered. 

“Nah, c’mon! I got five thousand credits on you girl, don’t make me lose-”

“She’s doing great either way, she’s better than most of the the second divi-” Thatch said proudly, his words dying as Marco stomped farther into the room.

Marco was too angry to speak, nearly transformed into his Phoenix in his rage. The room went silent as he stormed over to you and Ace, placing his hand on your controller. The device turned off automatically, making you scoff in indignation as you threw the visor off your face.

“Who turned it off!?! It wasn’t over!” you yelled, your angry features schooling quickly once you saw Marco’s angry face. You shut your mouth and swallowed, setting the controls of the game besides you.

“Um. H-hello Master,” you mumbled, the color draining out of your face. Marco knew he should probably temper his reaction but he couldn’t contain his anger as Ace removed his own gear.

“Luna’s good at it, Marco,” Ace said with a broad smile. Marco didn’t return it. “She’s in the 80th percentile for pilots in my division - meaning she’s better than eighty percent of the-”

“I know what it means, Ace,” Marco said, enunciating each word. You were biting your lips and hunching your shoulders inwards, looking back and forth between the Commanders.

“She’s joining the Second Division! Luna’d make a great pilot,” Ace said with a laugh, ignoring Marco’s foul attitude. Your eyes were bright as you gave him a small smile, basking in Ace’s praise. Marco’s ire only grew as he gripped the chair you were sitting on hard enough to make it groan. 

“Luna will not be joining any division. Luna is not crew. She is a pet,” Marco ground out. Ace just shrugged, his tail winding higher around your leg. Your face fell, but you didn’t say anything to contradict Marco’s words. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to avoid fratricide. Opening them, Ace still had a smirk on his face. 

“Coulda fooled me,” Ace said, leaning back with his hands behind his head. You were looking only at Marco, his controller alerting him that your heart rate had elevated.

“Enough. Come along, Luna,” Marco barked, wanting to get you away from the game, from Ace, and from the rest of the Commanders. They’d practically undone everything he’d trained you to do, he just knew it. You tried unwinding Ace’s tail to stand but Ace wasn’t helping you, keeping his tail wound tightly around your leg.

“Aw, come on, Marco. She likes it, we’re having fun. She’s won enough credits-”

Marco’s control snapped. He gripped the end of Ace’s tail and squeezed hard, making Ace yowl and unravel it. You squeaked as Marco threw you over his shoulder, his hand landing hard on your ass with a harsh smack. Marco swiftly left the Commander’s Lounge, only one thing on his mind.

Breeding you. 

Chapter Text

Marco POV

Marco couldn’t control his flames as he stomped down the hall with you on his shoulder. Your breath was coming in short bursts as he fumed and covered you in his fire. It wouldn’t hurt you at all, but it was likely scaring you if your hurried breathing was anything to go by. You were silent, too afraid to say anything that would further upset him. Marco could smell your delicious cunt through your suit, the fluids from earlier still on your skin. The tantalizing scent only made him want to sink himself into you more. He was finally going to have you after he’d waited for so long, finally able to feel what he’d only been able to watch and read about.

Marco tore into his room, stalking immediately towards the bed. You shook as Marco tossed you off his shoulder and onto the bed, a little more careless than he had been in the past. You crawled backwards on your hands and feet in an effort to scramble away from him, your eyes wide. Marco’s scowl didn’t change as he grasped your ankle and pulled you back towards him, dragging you across his bed. Your lower lip wobbled as you put your arms up in front of your face in anticipation of what would happen. Marco let go of your ankle, ready to take off your suit. He reached for you and…

You flinched.

Your little eyes scrunched shut, your body curling in on itself in protection. Marco’s flames extinguished as if he was doused in water. His anger was replaced by self loathing as he took in the scene before him. You were cowering in fear, afraid of him. You were a soft, helpless, vulnerable, defenseless creature and you were scared he was going to hurt you. 

And your actions weren’t a stunt, you looked like those sad humans he’d seen on vids. He could never stomach watching them for more than a minute, the vids too pathetic and depressing. The humans would cower and try to curl in on themselves for protection just like you had, the only expression on their faces haunting fear. Worse were the ones where they didn’t react at all, their small bodies already battered and bruised. Marco didn’t want that, he didn’t want you flinching away from him as a fear response. He wanted…he wanted…

He wanted you to be happy with him.

Marco’s face softened as he stood there with his arms extended. You were still shaking and trying to cover your vital organs with your limbs. He couldn’t - he couldn’t breed you like this. He wanted you more willing, more pliant, not afraid that he was going to hurt you. Marco had spent so many hours in his youth imagining what he would do if he had a human, and none of his fantasies had the human afraid of him. He wanted to see your silliness and curiosity, delight in your body, and enjoy your presence in his life. And if he took you now, in this way, he wouldn’t be any better than the beings in those vids.

If he admitted it to himself, what he truly yearned for was what he’d seen in those few videos where the humans were pleased with their mates. They would smile and laugh, sitting in the laps of their indulgent, adoring owners. He wanted you to talk to him, to be friendly with him, to have a comfortable relationship together. He wanted to preen you, to provide for you, to protect you. You wouldn't always like what he did to and for you, all pets received care they didn't agree with or understand. But he also didn't want to become a cruel Master that you obeyed out of fear, flinching away in fear that he would hurt you. 

Marco sighed and sat down heavily on the bed, running a hand through the tuft of feathers on his head. You remained frozen, unwilling to make any movements lest they upset him again. After a few moments of silence, you blinked open your eyes, quickly scanning his face for his reaction. That only soured Marco’s gut further as you tried to anticipate what mood he was in. Perhaps he’d pushed you a little too far in his haste to breed you.

“Come here, Luna,” Marco commanded softly. You didn’t move at first, but after a few moments you hesitantly uncurled, your arms receding from your face. Marco made no movement as you slowly crawled to him, your eyes bouncing around his face. He could tell by your choppy movements and short bursts of breath that his sudden change in demeanor had unsettled you – you were trying to predict what he would do next. You crawled up onto his lap, your muscles still tense as you watched him. Your little fingers were curled into fists set on top of your thighs, your eyes now trained on the ground. You still hadn’t spoken since the Commander’s Lounge, and Marco realized he missed hearing your sweet voice. 

Marco put a loose arm around you, the other hand rubbing up and down your back as he thought. You remained stiff at first, still on guard from Marco’s outburst earlier. But as he continued petting you, gradually your posture loosened and your breathing became less erratic. You sat quietly as Marco gathered his thoughts, thinking over what had just transpired. After a while, he began speaking to you.

“I’m not upset with you, Luna. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not going to punish you yoi. I know Izou showed you those games, and I’m glad you enjoyed playing them against the other Commanders,” Marco murmured, pulling you closer to his chest. You didn’t say anything back, but he hadn’t asked you anything either.

“I apologize for scaring you, that was not my intention,” Marco said quietly as he toyed with the ends of your hair. 

“I know the past day has been trying, it’s a big adjustment for you yoi. But you are mine now and that’s not changing. You cannot be left alone in the universe – you can’t even be alone on this ship until I can be certain you won’t be accidentally injured. You cannot survive without me, at least not for long,” he said in low, soft tones. Your fists tightened but you remained silent as  Marco’s long fingers grasping your jaw to turn your face towards his own. 

“I will breed you, that is an inevitable outcome yoi. I know you will learn to enjoy it as humans before you have,” Marco said, making sure you were looking into his eyes. You took a sharp inhale of breath, stiffening in his hold once more. Marco gripped you a little tighter before continuing. 

“But I also want you to be happy. I will be a good owner to you, I want you to thrive with me. You may not believe me, but I am only acting in your best interest yoi,” he said as you inhaled a deep breath. The color was rising in your cheeks, and tears were once again pooling on your lashline. 

“Who taught you to pilot spacecraft, Luna?” he asked, his teal eyes boring into your own. Your eyes widened in fear, your mouth clamping shut with the sudden shift in conversation. You didn’t say anything but from your physical response alone Marco guessed it was a human. He gave you a moment to answer while holding your gaze. He wasn’t going to let you wiggle out of this one. If you wouldn't answer his questions sober, he had other plans.

Your POV

“Who yoi?” Marco prompted again. You cleared your throat, trying to buy yourself as much time as possible. In truth, Terra had, but you weren’t going to say that. Terra was the last survivor to reach Lafftale, piloting herself across the universe after escaping the hell she had been living through. She never talked about where she came from but said it was important for all humans to know how to pilot spacecraft in case they needed to evacuate. She offered lessons to anyone who wanted to learn and Luna had taken her up on the offer. Based on what you’d just seen in the racing games, Terra was likely as good as Ace, perhaps better. Not that you’d ever let the pirates know.

“N-no one,” you whispered, hunching your shoulders.

“That is not and cannot be true. Someone taught you yoi. We’ve recovered the pod you used to reach your last ship. It’s old and not intuitive. It requires a lot of knowledge to fly,” Marco continued. Oh fuck, you thought as you felt the blood drain from your face. What could you say to Marco? 

He’d really scared you earlier and you hadn’t quite shaken your fear just yet. Marco had been pissed, even the other Commanders seemed surprised at the intensity of his anger. You weren’t sure if it was the games or Ace’s commentary that you should join his division, but you had a feeling you weren’t going to see any of them for a while. 

When he brought you to the room, you were so sure he was going to brutalize you, to punish you for things other Commanders had done. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you curled up, preparing for the worst. But nothing happened. If anything, he was being nicer to you than he ever had before. The sudden switch up from anger to calm was unsettling; you didn’t know how to act around him to avoid getting in trouble.

After you had calmed down a little, Marco gave you that condescending lecture. You sat and listened as he told you how he would be a good owner, wanted you to be happy, and that you’d like being bred by him. Yeah, right. The only thing that would make you happy would be to get away from him and the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates and make your way back to Lafftale. Having reliable water and food was great, but you weren’t going to be a pussy pet for an Emperor’s crew. 

Which brought you to your current quandary. You hadn’t expected him to ask you pointed information and you didn’t know how to answer without betraying your family and friends. Even with Marco’s nice little lecture, you had no doubt that he’d spank you if you lied to his face.  You shifted on his lap, your breathing picking up again. Could the cuff detect if you were lying? He waited for you to begin speaking, watching your face with interest.

“I - I-...” the words died on your tongue as your throat closed up. There was nothing to say, no way out of the situation without lying to him. He’d trapped you and there was no way out that ended well. You were so tired of crying but tears still filled your eyes as you thought about what lying would mean for you. You startled as Marco’s thumb brushed across your cheek, still on edge from his previous foul mood. 

“It’s alright yoi,” Marco said in a low tone, pulling you closer. You weren’t sure why he gave you a reprieve but you were glad for it. You sat in silence as Marco rested his chin on top of your head, his arms wrapping around you. Your head rested against his chest as you listened to his heart beat. You didn’t wrap your arms around him but you did unclench your fists as the minutes ticked by. Marco wasn’t speaking to you, just gentling you in his lap with rubs to your back. An unknown amount of time passed with neither one of you breaking the hold. Marco probably was getting off on holding you, and you were too nervous to do anything else. Bit by bit you relaxed as Marco's foul mood didn't return. Maybe he was back to his normal self? 

Eventually, a small ding alerted Marco that someone was at the door. He gave your back one last pat before the door opened, revealing a stressed looking Thatch holding two food trays. You bristled as Thatch scanned over your body, not sure what he was looking for. His posture relaxed as he saw you sitting calmly on Marco’s lap, bringing the trays into Marco’s room.

“She’s fine,” Marco said tersely. Were you fine? Marco’s words had grown your worry for your sister and the rest of the humans. You needed to get the vaccine and get back as soon as possible, before they all died of the virus or more likely, starvation. Your thoughts were elsewhere as Thatch brought the trays closer and set them on Marco’s small table. Setting you on your feet, Marco guided you to the table with a hand between your shoulder blades. 

There was no doubt in your mind about what your tray contained. Marco depressed the lever as you’d now learned had to be done and took the lid off yours. Your face fell as you saw the food that Thatch had prepared for you. Not the fucking slop again. You sank down into the chair next to Marco’s, a heavy sigh escaping you.

“You don’t like it?” Thatch asked, lingering around the doorway as if waiting for something.

“Not now, Thatch,” Marco said before you could reply, handing you your tray. At least you didn’t have to come up with something to say. Thatch gave one last small nod before leaving, the door closing immediately behind him. Your lips were pursed as you slowly reached for the multiut – you’d have to think of some way to get other food from Thatch that wasn’t this disgusting slop.

Marco opened his own tray to reveal the cutest looking little foods you’d ever seen. You weren’t sure if they were fruits or vegetables, but they smelled so tantalizing you could feel your mouth watering. They had spiky green tops over cylindrical yellow bottoms, each about the size of your hand. Marco plucked one from his tray, looking it over carefully. You watched as he bit through the tough skin to reveal yellow flesh on the inside, juice dripping off his hand. He ate the whole thing in a few bites until only the spiky top remained.

“What is that?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from the delicious smelling item. Marco already had another in his hands before your words had left your mouth.

“Pineapp. It is a fruit the originates from my home planet. Vista grows them for me yoi,” Marco said, taking a large bite of the fruit. You looked over at the slop on your plate and back at Marco’s fruit. He was making small grunts as he ate, relishing in the taste of the pineapps.

“Are they safe for humans to eat?” you asked. You hadn’t directly asked for any, you had to make sure that you’d be able to have it first.

“They are,” he answered, taking another large bite.

“Are they tasty?” you asked, turning to face him fully.

“Very,” Marco replied, licking some of the juice off his hand. He hadn't offered you any, but maybe since he was in a good mood now he'd be willing to share.

“May I have some?”

Marco POV

Marco almost felt bad for using your human nature against you. He wanted you to want the fruit, to think that it was your idea to eat them. After tonight, he’d let you eat other foods Thatch cooked, but he needed you to be tired of your human diet for now. Your annoyance at the food from Thatch combined with your natural curiosity meant that all he had to do was show you the pineapps and you’d be asking for them. 

Just like you were now. 

“Hmm. I’m not so sure yoi,” Marco drawled, taking another bite. He had plenty more and besides, Vista had crates of them in storage. He’d never seen you so interested in anything he had before, your eyes tracking every movement he made to bring the fruit to his mouth. Marco suspected you didn’t have much exposure to fruits based on your vitamin levels, but this was certainly confirming it. You were on your knees in the plain chair next to his own, your own food ignored completely as he ate his fruit.

“Please? I’ll be good,” you begged, your eyes wide as you put a hand on his forearm. He could resist your sweetness no more than he could the sweetness of the pineapp. Marco snorted but set down the pineapp in his hand. He wanted to crow for the fact that you touched him of your own volition, but he had to play it cool.

“And what does being ‘good’ mean?” Marco asked, already selecting another fruit for you. You nibbled your lip in thought, likely trying to think of some non sexual favor you could bestow. 

“I…I’ll listen to you,” you said hesitantly, still eyeing the food.

“You are already required to obey me. Let me groom you later and I will give you some yoi,” he said calmly, already cutting through the skin of one with his hallux talon. He could easily bite through its tough hide, but you would need the fruit skinned. You brought your hand to your face to bite at your fingernails now, thinking about his offer. He really wanted to cut your hair and nails, tending to you like a proper Master. Marco pretended to look disinterested as he set the fruit back down on the platter. 

“If you don’t want any -”

“No, I do. I do. I just- what does it taste like?” you said, eyes never leaving the pineapp. Marco shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“Why don’t you find out?” he suggested, spearing a small piece of the yellow fruit on his talon. This had been his plan to extract information from you without physical harm. The fruit was good for you and had a few other properties besides. The more you ate, the more symptoms of inebriation you would feel. Not only that but pineapps were said to be a mild aphrodisiac in humans, though that had never been confirmed. 

Marco had read about the effects of pineapps on humans in his ancestor’s notes, giving him the idea to have you ingest them. Once you were properly inebriated, he would be able to extract information from you easily. Marco wasn’t going to make you do anything, you would do it to yourself. You watched him with distrustful eyes, slowly reaching your hand out to take the fruit from him but Marco clicked his tongue.

“I’ll feed you yoi,” he purred, pulling his hand back slightly. You frowned but your eyes remained on the piece as he brought it closer. You parted your lovely lips, revealing the hot, wet, mouth that he so desperately wanted to shove his cock into. For now, he placed the piece inside, allowing you to close your mouth and chew. Your eyes went wide the moment it hit your tongue, your teeth eagerly grinding the fruit.

“Do you like it?” Marco asked indulgently, watching you nod vigorously.

“That’s the best thing I’ve ever had in my life,” you said quickly, sincerity ringing through your tone. Marco smiled at you, there was so much he wanted to show you in the universe. You were so naive and trusting, he couldn’t believe you’d made it this far.

“Would you like some more?” he asked, taking another piece in his fingers.

“Yes, please,” you replied, already sticking your little pink tongue out for more.

About an hour later, Marco cut you off of the pineapps. You’d eaten as much as Marco had allowed, practically four whole fruits by yourself.  The effects weren't immediate but the more you ate, the stronger they became. By now you were displaying many of the signs of inebriation on humans - reddened face, slurring your words, and loss of inhibitions.

“We’re taking a break yoi,” Marco said, placing the cover back on the tray and putting it by the bed. There were a few pineapps left, but he needed you to be awake. You gave him an exaggerated pout and stomped your foot.

“P-please? They’re so goooooood,” you said, tossing your head back and swiveling your chair in a circle. As you became more inebriated, your behavior became more erratic and unpredictable. You were chatty and sassy and much freer with your movements.

Marco absolutely loved it. 

“No. You’ve had enough for now,” he said with a chuckle, taking the tray to the other side of the room. You huffed loudly and pushed the chair with your feet so you were following him while remaining seated.

“S not fair that you get to m-make the rules,” you groused, rolling yourself to a wall. What were you doing now? Marco’s eyebrows hiked as you planted your feet on the wall and pushed, propelling yourself to the other side of the room. Silly human.

“It is. I am your Master yoi,” Marco replied, crossing over to the bed and sitting down. He was eager to get a couch for you – it would be nice to be able to sit next to you on something other than the bed.

“N-no, you’re not. ‘M free. Born free,” you scoffed. Ahh, now he could start to dig a little under the guise of conversation. He wasn’t going to respond negatively to anything you said, it wouldn’t help him get more information out of you. Besides, you were drunk and couldn't really be held accountable for what you said when he was prompting you. He'd address some of the things you said the following day, but you weren't going to get punished.

“Born free, hm? Where?” he asked, crossing a leg over his knee. You sailed across the room once more before stopping right in front of him. You stuck out your tongue at him, something he hadn’t seen before in any of the vids. He’d have to add that to his notes about you.

“Not telling you. Y’wanna know about the other hu-humans ‘n I’m not g’na tell you,” you said with a sniff.  So there were other humans, just as he suspected. 

“Why not? It would make me so pleased with you yoi,” Marco replied, grabbing the arm of your chair with a talon and dragging it closer to the bed.

“I don’t c-care. You’re m-mean to me,” you said, your eyebrows furrowing in the middle of your forehead with a large frown on your face. Marco couldn’t help but laugh at your adorable anger, making you huff even more. 

“I am not yoi. I am simply trying to help you acclimate to your new environ-”

“’S not true! You told Izou about the energy drinks t’see if I asked for some! But I knew you were just trying to find ways t’punish me, I didn’t f-fall for it,” you said with a smug smile. Marco tilted his head slightly, all he had done was tell Izou to only give you water. Izou must have been testing you – Marco would have to follow up with him after you went to sleep. You tossed your head and poked him in the chest with one small finger.

“N you’re always doing sex stuff to me. Y’don’t know any-anyTHING about humans! I don’t need to come everyday, that’s not TRUE!” you continued, throwing your arms wide. Marco couldn’t help himself – he reached forward and plucked you from your chair, depositing you in his lap. You squeaked in surprise but your squirming was ineffective at extricating you from his hold. 

“S-see? I don’ wanna sit here. Lemme be! You’re always touching m-me!” you protested, pushing at his chest. Marco gave you more space but didn’t let you off his lap. All your wiggling was making him harder than he had been, but you didn’t seem to notice in your drunken state.

“I like touching you yoi. You’re so tender and sweet it’s hard to stop,” Marco said truthfully with a smile on his face. You scowled at him, but stopped squirming. “See? I can be nice,” he purred, his hands on your waist.

“I feel w-weird,” you said abruptly, rubbing your own arms. Marco quickly checked his controller and like you were feeling, your pleasure percentage was increasing with your body temperature. The aphrodisiac was working, at least to some degree. You were rubbing your thighs together, trying to create friction where you needed it. Marco started stroking down your neck to your chest in long, slow, strokes.

“Weird? Are you hurt? How can I help you yoi?” he supplied, his fingers roving over the outside of your breasts. You arched into his touch, seeking contact with him. He already knew what you wanted, but you had to figure it out for yourself.

“Not hurt. I feel – I don’t knooooow,” you replied, stretching out the syllable. You dramatically threw yourself back, draping your upper half over his arms. Marco took the opportunity to massage your thighs. You moaned, spreading your thighs wider. He could smell the growing slick between your legs, your body preparing for what was to come.

“If I give you what you need, will you answer my questions yoi?” he asked, dropping the idea into conversation, his hands wrapping around your breasts. Your brow furrowed as you tried to think.

“Gimme more f-fruit for answers,” you demanded, narrowing your eyes at him. Marco laughed, you were so goddamn cute. If you only knew the power you had over him.

“A little more,” he agreed. He needed this information and a small amount more wouldn’t hurt you – it might make you even more agreeable. Marco opened the tray to retrieve a peeled fruit. He cut it into thick slices as you watched him with hungry eyes.

“I’ll answer, b-but…nothing about the other humans,” you said, swaying a little as you raised one finger at him. Marco put up a hand up in a show of defeat before answering. 

“Nothing about the other humans yoi,” he agreed easily. You sat and watched him take a slice of fruit off the tray, your tongue flicking out of your mouth to lick your lips as he brought it near you. 

“How did you get to your last ship?” Marco asked, holding the fruit in front of your face.

“Piloted th-that pod to a nearby trading post. Got a j-job there,” you replied, your little fingers grabbing the fruit out of his hand. Marco frowned, this did not sound like a well thought out plan, which was in line with everything else you’d done. Marco retrieved another slice before continuing.

“Did you have a contact or know someone there?” he asked as you chewed. You closed your eyes and did a little happy dance as you ate. You chewed thoroughly before answering.

“No. J’st went and found something,” you said, reaching for more pineapp. Marco held it away from you as he thought through what you said.

“You piloted that decrepit pod to a random post and took whatever job you could find yoi?” Marco asked, sectioning off a tiny segment of the fruit with his talon. You nodded eagerly as he handed you the piece, barely holding it before shoving it into your mouth. 

“That was incredibly foolish,” Marco bit out, trying to rein in his anger. How could you have done something so reckless? To gamble with your life by flying that rust bucket to who knows where and getting a job from someone you didn’t know? What if they had expected you to use telekinetic powers that the Three Eyes had? What if it had been any other pirates besides the Whitebeards who had found you? What if you’d been given a task beyond your ability to physically tolerate and you had died? You shrugged, motioning for him to give you the fruit in his hand. Marco took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. He could talk to you more about it when you were sober.

“How are the other humans doing yoi?” Marco asked, sure you’d forgotten your request not to talk about them. You grimaced, retracting your hand from the piece of fruit he was offering for a moment before taking it.

“B-bad,” you said dejectedly, looking down at the floor. Marco was loath to see your joy from moments ago had deflated, but he needed to continue on.

“Bad? Do they have enough supplies?” he prodded. You sniffed and shook your head. Marco felt a touch guilty shifting your head space the negative but given how quickly your moods changed when you were drunk, it likely wouldn’t last long. Marco let his mouth droop into a sad frown, displaying exaggerated facial markers so you would pick up on them.

“Is that why you went into space yoi? To get more supplies for them?” Your lip wobbled as you nodded again, too upset to speak.

“That sounds devastating. Are they having a hard time?” he asked, a finger trailing down your cheek. Your pout grew and your eyes filled with tears as you nodded. Poor little human. Normally, Marco would have stopped here to console you, but he needed more information from you. 

“Are all your human friends and family there?” he cooed. Your mouth twisted into a grimace as more tears slipped past. You gave him a sad little nod as you looked past him, thinking about your loved ones you left behind. 

“Why don’t you tell me where they are and we can go help them together yoi.”

Your POV

Your body was humming with something that made you want to move or to get the energy out somehow. But now instead of giving you fruit, Marco was talking about things that made you cry. You had been in a great mood, fantastic really, and now he was bringing up stuff you didn’t want to think about. Your gut already was twisting with the thought that you were here, enjoying delicious fruits, while they suffered in the dark. As Marco’s hands roved over your body soothingly, you leaned further into his touch. You leaned back on his lap to lay your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around you in comfort. 

“I know you’re trying to protect them yoi. But we need to help the other humans, they’re suffering. And you don’t want them to suffer, right?” Marco supplied, cupping your cheek and pointing your face towards his own. You pressed your lips together to keep from saying anything. They were doing worse than when you left, you were sure of it. Not to mention you didn’t know how much Sol’s virus had progressed or if she was alive at all. Your lip wobbled as you thought about your sister in increasing amounts of pain. But something was bubbling up in you, distracting you from your thoughts. Your nipples felt like they were tingling, but Marco kept your attention on him. 

“We can make a good life for them here, with us yoi,” Marco continued, his other arm rubbing up and down your back. “You wouldn’t have to live without enough food and water anymore,” he said softly. “We can protect you, keep you from harm. Keep you safe and warm. Wouldn’t that be nice?” You thought about Marco’s words as he stroked your back, the pleasant warmth radiating from his body calling to you. 

Somehow you’d ended up on his lap again, but it wasn’t so bad. You could feel his hard cock through his pants, and you wondered how it would feel inside of you. Some people on Lafftale said sex felt really good, and you'd always been curious. Your pussy was pulsing and you weren’t sure what to do about it. It had never done this before and you didn’t know how to fix the emptiness inside you.

“They could come and live with us here, everyone would be happy yoi. Don’t you want everyone to be happy?,” he cooed, letting you look away. You nodded – it would be nice not to be starving and cold all the time, but not by being kept as pets. You couldn’t sell everyone out to the pirates. Terra had already declared that she’d rather be dead than owned again, and you believed her.

“I c-can’t,” you said, a tear dripping down your face even as you shifted uncomfortably in his lap. The feeling in your pussy was growing, almost like something was missing. When did you start feeling like this? Marco pressed his lips to your neck, nibbling and kissing along your carotid. It didn't feel like the kisses you got back at Lafftale -- his mouth was harder, almost beak like. It wasn't bad, just different. His long tongue made up for the difference, sucking and licking in ways a human tongue couldn't. 

“You can,” Marco urged, wiping away your tears. He pressed on the disc on your back, retracting the top half of your suit. His fingers cupped your breasts, making your back arch. Oh, that felt so good, so much better than it had with the suit. You laced your fingers together and looped them around his neck. His long fingers pinched your nipples gently, making you roll your hips. Your eyes closed, Marco had touched you before but it didn’t feel like this.

 “Feels good,” you breathed, your hips moving of their own accord.

“I know it does yoi. And I can give you so much more. Just tell me where they are. They’re cold and afraid and hurt, let’s help them,” he said in your ear as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You moaned out loud, the thoughts of the colony scrambled by Marco touching your body. 

“P-please,” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. Marco knew, one of his hands leaving your breasts to press on your disc. The suit receded entirely as his free hand skimmed down your stomach towards your sopping pussy. Your thighs parted without him having to ask, raising themselves towards his eager hand. The buzzing in your body was only increasing, you needed something.

“I’ll help you, I’ll make you come. Tell me where the humans are yoi,” Marco said, dipping his fingers lower. The touch of his finger against your clit was like an electric shock as you clenched down on nothing. Oh, this was what you needed. You needed to come. Now. 

Marco wasted no time, rubbing your clit like he had before. He swiftly built up a rhythm, your hips meeting his hand with every stroke. His other hand was still on your nipple, pinching and pulling in tandem with his wicked fingers.

“Tell me, we can help them yoi. If you tell me, I’ll fill you where you need it. You need something, right?” You couldn’t help but nod your head, you needed to come, you needed Marco to continue. 

You really shouldn’t – you couldn’t – but your mouth opened anyway. Sol was dying and you needed to help her. You shouldn’t tell Marco, you shouldn’t, but thoughts of Sol were clouded, all you could think about were Marco’s hands. Your head was swimming, your body was singing, you were moaning, everyone wanted something, but you needed - you needed -

“Just a little more yoi. Tell me where and I’ll make you come. I’ll stuff you so full, it'll feel so good-” Marco said silkily, nibbling your ear. You shook your head, you couldn't tell. But everyone there - Marco's fingers - the pressure built inside you with every stroke he provided.

“They’re-” you stammered as Marco’s fingers increased in pace. His dirty words in your ear and the feelings and you needed to come, needed to come needed

“-fuck you slow and sweet then rough and hard yoi. Tell me where they are, we can help them....You're drenching my thighs, I know you want to come. Don’t you want to be my good girl? You can come if you tell me where the humans are, I’ll help you feel better-”

“They’re-” Marco increased the pressure, his hands working your body to perfection. You were close, so close, just needed a little more, a little more. Your head was spinning, your nipples, the  buzzing, the colony, Marco's tongue you needed you needed you needed

“They’re on hah hah L-lafftale!” 

Chapter Text

Marco POV

You screamed as Marco pressed on your clit, your quivering thighs shaking as Marco forced you to come on his fingers. It was just as heady to make you come as it had been before, maybe better since you were so willing. He loved feeling you twisting in his hold, riding the climax that he brought to you but the enormity of the information you’d just told him was distracting him from the experience.

“There’s my good girl, my sweet little human,” Marco praised you as you panted, a bead of sweat rolling down your chest. You flopped back against him, your body shaking and drooping now that you’d come.  Marco laid you down on the bed behind him, letting you catch your breath before he bred you. The next wave of your desire would hit soon but there would be a small lull, if his ancestor’s notes were to be believed.

Lafftale. 

He couldn’t fucking believe it. You had told him exactly where the human colony was and yet they were no closer to finding it than they had been before. It was like you told him the humans were living on a rainbow at the edge of the universe. 

Everyone knew what Lafftale was, but no one knew where it was. Before his execution, Gol D. Roger projected across the universe that his greatest treasure was on Lafftale, waiting for someone to take it. No one had ever been able to find it though many had spent their lives searching for it. 

Humans were on Lafftale – they were Roger’s treasure. 

Marco’s heart hammered against his ribs. If they reached Lafftale, they could finally find the humans. That single hope burned bright in his soul like a star ready to collapse. But Lafftale wasn’t just a destination, it was a myth, a dream chased by countless explorers since Roger’s execution – and lost to them all.

How were they going to do something no one in the universe ever had?

Marco’s eyes flicked over your quivering form, a thought forming in his mind. You had to know where it was, you must have been planning to return to your family. You would be the map, guiding the Whitebeard Pirates to Lafftale and the humans living there. 

Marco’s mind erupted with questions as he thought through the implications of your statement. How many people were there? Were they all humans? How did they get there? Were they in ill health like you were? Your pained moans took him out of his thoughts and back to the lovely sight before his eyes.

“Where is it, Luna? Where is Lafftale? Don't you want to help your friends?” he prompted you softly, running a hand up your hip. There must be something the humans were in dire need of, otherwise you wouldn’t have left the safety of the colony for the uncertainty of space. They likely did need saving, based on the information you had tacitly given him. Nothing about your appearance or health suggested that humans were thriving on Lafftale, no matter where it was.

You were panting, your cheeks darkened with blood, your hair sticking to your neck. Your fingers were in between your legs, touching your pretty pussy despite having come moments before. 

“M-Marco,” you whined, turning on your side and reaching for him. Even though you were supposed to be calling him master, hearing your name tumble from his lips made him reconsider his order. He wouldn’t correct you now, you were too far gone with the pineapp fruits. Still, watching you reach for him did bring a certain amount of satisfaction, showing that his efforts to train you were not wasted. You were beginning to recognize him as your Master in all ways, even if not in name.

Marco smiled to himself,  he would talk to you later about Lafftale, now wasn’t the time. You weren’t coherent and wouldn’t be able to answer any more questions until the aphrodisiac was out of your system. Marco rolled you onto your back, gently removing your hand from between your legs and pinning it beside you. He moved over you, planting his knees in between your bent legs. Bending down over you, he continued kissing your neck like he had been before. You moaned and spread your legs wider, your hands clasping his shoulders. 

“My sweet little human, you deserve something special yoi,” he husked, your puffs of breath against his neck like music in his ears. You were absolute perfection like this, something torn straight from his fantasies. Your lithe body was warm, wet and wanting, calling out for him in need. 

“Would you like me to make you feel better?” he asked, gently biting the sensitive skin of your neck. Bruises were already forming from his kisses and bites, but Marco didn’t heal them. It brought him a deep sense of satisfaction to see his marks on your body, showing everyone who you belonged to. You nodded while trying to grind yourself against him. Your brows were hitched and you bit your lip – desire was cresting within you once more. Marco could smell the slick coating your thighs, the scent driving his own need even higher. 

“H-help me, Marco,” you begged, your blunt fingernails digging into his muscled shoulders. Oh, how could he resist the pleas tumbling from your lips? The humans would still be on Lafftale in a few hours, now was the time to seize this golden opportunity.

“Shh. It’s alright, I have you yoi,” he purred, letting go of your hand to shuck off his pants and shirt. He threw them elsewhere, uncaring about anything else but you. The head of the Galactic Government could attack at this very moment and Marco would remain between your thighs. Pausing between your knees, Marco spread your pussy lips with two fingers to determine if you were finally ready for him. He thought about turning you around but ultimately decided that he wanted to face you, to watch you accept him into your body for the first time. If he hadn't seen it himself, he wouldn't have believed that your quivering hole would be able to accept his cock. 

Marco rubbed the pad of a finger around your opening, but not pushing inside. You mewled pathetically, your hips rising to grind against his hand. You were definitely ready for more, your pussy crying for him. Marco lined himself up with your sopping cunt, rubbing his already leaking head against the slickness dripping out of you. Given the measurements he had taken, Marco would be stretching you no matter how prepared you were so he knew he had to take it slowly. You whined, trying to shift yourself to rub against his cock again. 

“Not yet. Good little humans have to come on my cock,” he said, adjusting your legs so they wrapped around his waist. You said something unintelligible, too far gone to be able to speak properly, but maintained the position. Marco planted his hands by your head, gave you one last kiss, and began pushing into your tight channel. You stiffened a bit and pressed against Marco’s shoulders, but Marco was undeterred in his efforts to breed you. You let out a small whimper as Marco breached your tight walls for the first time, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Feels w-weird..n-not all the way-”

“Shh. You will be alright, it will fit,” Marco assured you, leaning down to kiss your neck. At first he was only able to get his ridged cockhead inside you before needing a moment to center himself. You were so deliciously tight, like a fist wrapped around his cock. Marco continued to push himself into your tight cunt slowly, ever so slowly. Marco closed his eyes as the feeling of your warmth surrounded him, willing himself not to spill inside you immediately. 

For every inch he pressed forward, your legs tightened around his waist a little more. Your hands were still on his shoulders, fingernails digging into him as he moved forward inside you. Your face was scrunched, either in pleasure or pain, or perhaps a mix of the two. Marco was not exactly sure of your prior experiences, but if you only had human males before, his cock would be larger than anything you’d ever taken. You were panting and shifting in his hold, but Marco wasn’t allowing you to squirm away – he had been waiting and finally the moment was here for him to enjoy your body. 

Finally, his thighs met your own as Marco fully seated himself in you. You whined and your back arched off the bed as Marco’s cock filled you entirely. Marco wasn’t far off of the same reaction. Your walls were hugging him so tightly, your body so soft and warm, your scent and sounds so erotic, that it was difficult not to come on the spot. Now Marco understood why wars were fought over humans, why they were so highly prized, why no one wanted to spare the time to let them breed with each other. No sexual experience he ever had could compare to being inside of you. He could spend the rest of his life between your legs and it wouldn’t be enough. Marco moaned as he ground himself into you, your fingers gripping him harder as you hissed.

Marco started to shift backwards, ready to fuck you properly. But a yelp from you had him frowning and pausing his movements. Your forehead scrunched up and your mouth twisted into a grimace, your fingers shaking.

“W-wait,” you pleaded, your face turning to the side. Marco leaned down to wrap his hand around the side of your neck, gently kissing your jaw as you acclimated to his size. He could feel his muscles bunching and burning from the need to move, but he would wait until you were ready. You took a few ragged breaths, your eyes still closed. Ah, he knew what to do.

Marco snaked his hand between the two of you and found your wanting clit, still slick from earlier. He began rubbing it in slow, small circles, aware of how sensitive you were after coming some minutes prior. You mewled and clenched down on him, your pussy sucking him deeper into your body. Marco’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head– the fact that he hadn’t sampled you before now was a crime. Why had he waited so long?

“Perfect for me, my perfect little human,” Marco cooed at you, urging you to relax as you acclimated to the feeling of him inside you. You took a deep breath, your grip on his shoulders lessening and your back hit the mattress once more. Your more relaxed posture signaled to Marco it was time to slowly start pistoning himself in and out of your snug, sloppy pussy. He pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back into you, still rubbing your clit.

Marco watched as your little mouth fell open, your lips making a circle as you began to experience the full effect of his cock. Marco dragged his cock nearly all the way out of your tight cunt before sliding it back in to the hilt. He watched a bead of sweat trickle down from your flush face as your head rolled to the side. Every thrust felt like he’d ascended to heaven with how warm and wet you were. Even though his body wanted to fuck into you at full force, he had promised you soft and tender at first. There was plenty of time for rough couplings when you were more experienced.

Marco spent some time building his slow tempo as you moaned wantonly beneath him. Your hands moved from his shoulders down to his pecs, your tiny nails scraping him along the way. He almost wished you could irritate his skin so he would have a relic of his time with you, like he had given you. Soon, lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh were filling the room as Marco’s pace increased along with his pleasure. Marco wanted to hold out and get the most out of his first experience with you, but he wasn’t certain how long he could last.  

Marco shifted his position, leaning back to stand on his knees. He easily unraveled your legs from around his waist and set them on his shoulders as he fucked into you. You were so flexible, almost elastic, he felt like he could put you in any position he wanted. He had made a mental list of positions he wanted to try, all available to him now that he was finally able to breed you.

“‘S too much,” you cried out weakly, your breath hitching as he fucked into you at a new angle. Marco smiled at you in return, you didn’t have to worry, he knew what he was doing. 

“You can take it, pretty human. You were made for this yoi. You were made for me,” he said softly, allowing words to flow freely without thinking. Even so, they felt right, like he was foretelling a prophecy. You were his, you had been brought to him by fate herself.

With that thought in mind, Marco began fucking you in earnest. Every thrust into your juicy cunt caused your luscious tits to jiggle, making Marco want to bite and mark them once more. He resumed rubbing your clit – he had promised you would come on his cock after all. 

Your soft cries increased with Marco’s continued ministrations, eventually ending in you biting your lip. Even though you were trying to quiet yourself, the squelching sounds emanating from you only grew louder as Marco’s cock hit you at a deeper angle. Looking down, he saw a ring of cream form around the base of his cock, the evidence of your pleasure. Marco was watching every one of your movements, but he also wanted you to watch him, to see the desire and delight in his eyes.

“Open your eyes, pretty human. Let me see you,” he said softly, rubbing your cheek with his free hallux. You blinked them open, your pupils blown wide open with desire. Marco wished he was recording you now in the throes of your passion – your mouth open, pouring out little mewls and sighs, your breasts bouncing as he pushed himself inside you, your tight cunt stretching to fit him inside you. Looking down, he could even see your small belly extending where his cock was. Marco pressed on your lower belly, which made you cry out loudly and clench down harder on him. You exceeded his expectations at every turn, every action only increasing his desire.

Marco hissed, there wasn’t much more he could take. He sped up, bouncing you on his cock as he fucked you faster. He rubbed your clit in tandem, wanting to feel your pussy come on his cock. Your cries increased in pitch as he felt your pussy spasm – you were close to orgasm. Marco leaned down, pressing your legs further against your chest in what humans called a mating press. The crude name made Marco harder as the thought of breeding you came to mind.

“G’na full you up yoi. Fill your little nnh pussy full of my come, full of me. G’na hah fill you over and over, fuck you every day like this aahn. That’s what you need, that’s what you want. Filthy little human, needs her pussy filled to behave,” Marco murmured into your ear. You choked out a strangled cry as your legs stiffened.

“N-no, don’t c-come in me-” Marco silenced your words with a harsh kiss, closing off that line of thought. You had no say in the matter, as he’d informed you earlier. You would learn to love being bred by him, Marco was sure of it. This was all part of the process of being tamed, you simply had to accept it.

“M-marco, ‘m g’na – g’na –”

“Come for me hah hah, little human,” Marco purred into your ear, pounding into you relentlessly.

“Nhhhhh aah g’na come!” you yelled, your toes curling on his shoulder. Marco’s vision faded to white as you gripped him, your cunt milking his cock as you orgasmed with him inside you. Your pussy pulsed around his cock as you screamed, your cries of ecstasy likely echoing down the halls of the Moby. At least, Marco hoped they were.

Now that you had come, he could hold back no longer. Marco thrust into you once more, his come erupting from his cock deep into your cunt. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, ensuring that his seed was buried deep within you. There was no comparable feeling, nothing that he could remember feeling as good as coming deep within your pussy. He had heard the term “pussy drunk” applied to beings who had fucked humans and now he understood the meaning quite well. He was as hooked on you like a drug, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough.

Your feet scrabbled against his shoulders, but he didn’t stop rubbing your clit until you started crying softly and pushing him away with your hands. Marco pulled out of you slowly, a string of his pearlescent teal cum dribbling out of your puffy pussy. Using his hallux, Marco pushed his come back into you, ensuring that you kept it all inside your sweet pussy. He would keep his word, filling you with his come until it took, until you carried the next flame of the Phoenix. You weren’t in your fertile window currently, but the thought of breeding you until your belly rounded with his offspring had him hard again moments later.

You were perfect.

And now you were his.

Your POV

The haze lifted from your mind, if only for a moment. 

You felt like you woke up even though you hadn’t been sleeping, like your consciousness had just returned to your body. Your heart sank with a general sense of dread, but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong. Your heart was racing and your body was sweaty, but you couldn’t quite grasp what was making you so upset. It was something important, you were sure of it, but it was difficult to hold on to any one thought in the moment.

The previous few hours were a blur to you, the last thing you clearly remembered was talking to Marco as he kept feeding you those delicious pineapp fruits. Other bits of memories floated into your mind – pushing yourself around on Marco’s chair, dancing a little bit, more talking…what had you talked about?

Your face heated as you remembered more – sitting on Marco’s lap as he made you come, Marco pushing his come back into you, Marco kissing you, Marco biting your breasts…how much had you done with him?

You still ached, like there was a compulsion within you that only grew hungrier with every moment. You didn’t know what you needed, there was some piece missing from you, something that you couldn’t live without any longer. The feeling was growing with every passing minute, making you roll your head on your shoulders and groan. Your body felt sore but filled with static at the same time, like you had nervous energy you had to dispel.

“I’m here, little human. So needy yoi,” Marco said with a chuckle, appearing at your side. You realized you were on his bed, laying naked under his blanket. He slipped in next to you, rolling you to your back and slipping something into your mouth. Biting down, it was more of that fruit, the delicious one from before. You ate it greedily, wanting to lick the juice from his hand where it dripped onto the bed.

“C’n I have more?” you asked, scanning behind him for more pineapp. It was almost addicting how good it was, the flavors exploding on your tongue like nothing you’d ever tried. There were only a handful of foods on Lafftale, the flavors dull and lifeless. But this fruit was different, it was sweet and tangy and bright in your mouth, like eating a ray of light. It felt like the first time you saw a planet up close, the green forests breathtaking if not incomprehensible to you. You wanted more, as much as he would give you.

“Of course, give me a moment yoi,” he replied silkily, before leaving to prepare more fruit for you. 

As you waited for Marco’s return, you rubbed your legs together. Your pussy was throbbing as the feeling rose once again within you. Marco brought another large piece to your mouth and you opened without hesitation, letting him feed you by hand. There was something wrong about the situation, but the taste of the pineapp was too delicious to resist.

“It will work soon,” he assured you. What would work soon? You pressed your lips together in thought, but it flitted away as your mind clouded once more. The need to dispel the static grew within you and you reached between your legs, only to find yourself sticky and wet. Marco joined you moments later, removing your hand from your core to kiss your palm.

“Naughty little human. You can’t do that on your own yoi,” he said with a click of his tongue. He nuzzled into you from behind, his soft feathers tickling your sensitive back. Things were getting too confusing for you to follow but you didn’t have to worry about what was happening for long. 

Marco lifted your leg before entering you from behind in one long, smooth stroke. You hissed – you suddenly felt a different kind of ache, like you were using muscles that you never had before. Marco wasted no time, pistoning in and out of you while keeping your leg aloft. You felt like he was splitting you open with his cock, the feeling both pleasurable but also overwhelming.

“M-marco?” you asked hesitantly, confused about how you had ended up like this with him. Marco hummed and pinched one of your nipples with his free hand. You tried to roll away from him but the arm under you wrapped around you tightly, keeping you in place.

“I d-don’t like this,” you whispered, even as his cock hit a spot inside you that made you see stars. 

“You do,” he replied, rolling you over and pulling you up onto all fours. Wrongness washed over you as Marco pulled apart the globes of your ass and entered you once more. A hand on your hip pulled you back to meet him as he thrust into you at a punishing pace. He fisted your hair and pulled, tilting your head and arching your back. He smacked your ass before leaning down to whisper in your ear. 

“But you like this better.”

Marco POV

Marco washed your limp body with a wet, soft cloth, unwilling to rouse you further from dozing by bathing you fully. You were tired and wanted to rest, but he needed to tend to you to prevent any infections. Your legs flopped open easily at his touch, jerking slightly when he wiped you down with a warm, wet cloth. You were covered in copious amounts of fluids – both his and yours – from your messy little pussy down to your thighs. Marco regretted removing evidence of himself from your body, but consoled himself with the thought that more of his come was still inside you.

He had been able to breed you multiple times that night in varying positions. Like his information had told him, you had enjoyed being taken from behind, your plush ass jiggling with every thrust. Marco’s favorite remained the mating press – your whines and cries were the strongest as he pinned you down, and the thought of pushing his come as deep into you as he bred you with his young made him come harder than he had in cycles. You’d even tired him out with your little body, he needed a few hours of rest alongside you. 

“Don’t f-feel good. R-room is sp-inning,” you mumbled with your eyes still shut, your little lip poking out as it did when you were upset. A feeling of guilt pricked Marco – he had fed you pineapp through the night to maintain the effects of the aphrodisiac. He had so enjoyed it effects throughout the hours he was breeding you that he didn't want your high to end. It shouldn’t have been enough to make you sick, but now Marco was worried that he had overdone it. He padded over to the liquid station, quickly preparing a hydrating water based beverage with a chemical compound that would metabolize the bromelain from the fruit.  It wouldn’t take away all the after effects of ingesting so much pineapp, but it should mitigate some of them.

Setting the drink down on a small table, Marco sat down on the bed and gently pulled you to sitting in his lap. He brought the cup to your lips.

“Drink yoi,” he ordered, tilting the cup slightly. Still obedient, you opened your mouth and allowed Marco to give you a sip. The two of you sat in silence, Marco offering you sips of the beverage and you drinking them at his behest. Marco trilled a soft song of satisfaction, the sound making you hum along with him. He smiled as he remembered the last time he had done so - it was when he was made Commander, and before that when Pops had called him 'son' for the first time. Marco could think of no better reason for celebration. He was tending to his well fucked, well cared for human who trusted him enough to lean on him and accept food and drink by his hand. 

Eventually you drank the entire cup’s worth of liquid and rolled back down on the bed, face first. Marco smiled, you really were adorable sometimes. Setting down the cup, he turned the lights completely off and laid down next to you on the bed. You grumbled but didn’t shift away from him as he settled you with your face laying on his chest, his arms wrapped around you to prepare for a few hours of rest. 

“Do you feel better now?” he asked, as he ran his fingers up and down the soft skin of your back. 

“Mmh.”

“Answer yoi,” Marco ordered quietly. Even falling asleep you needed to be responsive to his commands.

“Yeah. Feel better,” you huffed. Marco should have let you sleep, and he would, but he had a few more questions for you. You were in a very easy going mood but not quite as drunk as you’d been before. He had to seize the chance to get information out of you before you sobered up and returned to your wary ways.

“Have you only been with human males before?” he asked, feigning nonchalance as his fingertips traced lazy circles over your shoulderblade. This wasn't the most crucial information to get from you, but it was something Marco had been pondering for some time.

“Never been with ‘nyone before. W’s too scared of getting pregnant,” you said, your own small fingers splaying over his tattoo. Marco could have crowed with delight at hearing your statement, his arms tightening around you. You were his and his alone, never touched by another. As for the pregnancy issue, you would come to understand your place with time. The needs of other species overrode your fear of gestation, it would be something he would talk to you about later. 

“C’n you make it brighter in here? Some kinda light?” you asked a few moments later, picking your head off his chest.

“Hm? Why?” Marco questioned even as he turned the lights you could see to the lowest setting via his controller. It wasn’t enough to disturb your sleep but it wouldn’t render the room completely dark for you.

“Scared of the dark,” you said simply. Marco recalled how you hadn’t liked the privacy chamber but had denied being afraid– now was the time to find out more information before you regained all your faculties. 

“Why are you afraid of the dark yoi?” he asked softly, still stroking your back. You arched into his touch, pressing your breasts closer to his chest. Such a sweet little human when you wanted to be. 

“Had a bad experience as a kid,” you replied with a yawn. Oh, how he loved your useless yawns. Marco’s brow furrowed as he parsed the meaning of your words. 

“What happened?” he asked quietly. 

“Got in trouble stealing food f’r Sol. Got locked out of the dome f'sleepin’ hours. It was cold and soundless ‘nd so dark I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. Hallucinated. Saw terrible things, mostly about Cnidarians,” you explained, shrugging like it was no big deal. Marco was glad your eyes were closed so you didn’t see the flames threatening to burst from him. He needed to control himself and ask the right questions to get the most information out of you.

“So everyone lives all together in one dome? And you were locked out in the wilderness? Does your planet not have any moons or close stars?” he wondered. Every planet had some kind of light source, otherwise they were completely inhospitable. He hoped you answered at least some of the questions he was posing.

“Everyone together. But no wilderness cus ‘s not a planet. ‘S just nothing in the courtyard,” you answered, rubbing your cheek on his chest. Marco’s head tilted with the new information. Not a planet? Then where were they living? It seemed like there was one singular area everyone lived in and a containment zone that was habitable with air but no resources, likely as a buffer. It sounded like a colonizing pod of some kind. But why would they need a colonizing pod if they’d been there for many cycles? All of your answers only left him with more questions.

“Who did that to you?” Marco asked, hugging you tighter. He would make adjustments to the room so it was never fully dark again. Your breathing was evening out, your grip on him loosening. His window of opportunity was closing, you were about to drift off to sleep.

“Sol’s dad,” you murmured, your words quieter than they’d been before. Marco’s fingers curled into a fist, his muscles tightening. You had stolen food for his daughter and had been punished so severely?

“Don’ worry bout it. He’s dead now, I don’t miss him.” you said with a dreamy sigh. “Most people are.”

“Are what yoi?” Marco asked, trying to follow the thread of your conversation.

“Dead. Most people are dead now, there’s not many of us left. S’why I went to space. Need food, medicine, ev’rything. Machines are breaking and we don’ know how to fix ‘em. Gaia and Fern’r trying their best but we just don’ know how,” you explained before yawning again. Marco gently touched your lower lip, making you jerk your head away.

"Stop, don' do that," you uttered. 

“Where is Lafftale?” Marco asked, gently shaking you to keep you awake just a few moments longer. You were dispensing such valuable information, sharing things you never would have when you were sober. Based on what you said there were at least four humans alive on Lafftale – at least for now. A pang of worry had Marco’s heart beating faster – they would have to act quickly if what you were saying was true.

“I dunno. Lemme ‘lone, ‘m tired,” you pouted. Marco checked his controller — you were already half asleep. He sighed and settled in, he’d try again in the morning. Marco’s own eyes drifted shut, tired from the many times he had bred you over the course of the night. The memories played in his mind as he felt your soft stomach pressing against him. Marco’s eye cracked open as you said something softly into his chest.

“Be nice to me. I don’ like it here n’ I wanna go home,” you murmured as a final thought before passing out. Marco looked once more at your diminutive form curled up into him, almost like a lover. With your brash nature, it was easy to forget how delicate you truly were. He would have to look into the longevity serum that had supposedly been invented specifically for humans. MADS had allegedly created such a thing, but since there were no humans, Marco had never actually determined if it existed or not. Human lifespans were so short that he would have to do something to extend yours. Even though he’d only known you a few days, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. 

You took in a sharp breath in your sleep, an unknown worry clouding your features. Marco ran a finger over your forehead and frowned as he thought about his actions over the previous days. Perhaps he had been a bit harsh with you, especially during the first day. Now that you were more closely bonded to him, he might be able to be a bit more lenient. It might even give you a greater sense of security with him and he could extract further information. 

Marco stroked your head as he thought about you traveling alone in the universe. His chest tightened as he thought about how scared you must have been, how many chances you had to take, and the frightening odds you faced all by yourself. You were safe now, but the thought of capture and torture had surely crossed your mind while you were working to buy what you needed to save your loved ones. You were brave beyond your physical ability, and he hoped the other humans appreciated the sacrifices you were willing to make on their behalf.  Marco pulled you farther across his chest, practically draping you over his warm body. 

Marco ran his hand over your ass as he thought more about what you said. He’d have to share the information with Pops, Izou and Blamenco to see if they knew any additional information about Lafftale. Izou might know more from his work in intelligence, Blamenco’s division dealt with the landscape of the universe, and Pops had a personal relationship with Roger before his death. Maybe they could piece together where Lafftale was based on the clues you’d given them tonight. They would also have to try to coerce more information from you, either with promises of delights or threats of punishments. Marco wasn’t sure how far that would get them, but they had to try.

But all of that was for later.

For now he fell asleep, warm in his bed, with his little human gently snoring on his chest. 

Sol POV

Sol scanned the empty void of space for what felt like the millionth time, her hope extinguished as she only saw the endless black sky. There wasn’t really a point in looking, she wouldn’t know if Luna came back until the pod landed on Lafftale. But she couldn’t help but look for her sister’s return as she reclined in a chair, rubbing the stiff, aching joints of her hands.

There wasn’t much else for Sol to do anyway at this point. Luna had been gone for a few months now, longer than she had planned for. Sol’s virus had progressed rapidly since Luna had left on her behalf in search of medicine and supplies. Now Sol’s paralysis was up to her hips. At least she no longer felt them aching incessantly, she thought. 

She had begged Luna not to enact her plans to leave, that they didn’t know if any medicine was available to help slow the progression of the virus or stop it altogether. Sol worried that her sister would be captured and tortured, suffering the same fate as so many humans before her. But Luna was resolute in her desire to get medicine and supplies for the outpost. She said it was time for action, that she couldn’t  sit around and let everyone die while she could still do something about it. Luna had snuck off while everyone was asleep without even a goodbye. Sol worried from the moment she realized Luna was gone and continued to scan the darkness for a hint of the pod. 

But, as always, there was nothing.

Sol wished she had some method of contacting Luna to make sure she was on the way back, or even if she was still alive. Unfortunately, one of the reasons Lafftale remained safe was due to the fact that there were no external or internal communication systems. The early settlers had decided that any incoming or outgoing waves would signal that someone was living on the large asteroid and bring unwanted predators to their little paradise. 

Sol nearly snorted at the thought of paradise. They were safe, sure. There was no one breeding them, no one torturing them, no one using them as sex pets. But Lafftale was far from the eden it had once been. Gol D. Roger had brought a lot with him during his surprise visit to the asteroid – he brought new tech, new space pods, and new information, all of which were incredibly helpful. He'd taken a few things in return, including Joyboy's original straw hat he had brought from Eurt. 

But he also brought Oro’s virus.

The virus had spread among the humans on Lafftale, killing them off slowly through paralysis, heart failure, bone deformities, and more. The men had been more affected than the women since the virus seemed to host on the X chromosome. At least, that’s what their scientist Alder had theorized before he died. 

Rather than a place of happiness and safety, Lafftale was now a ghost colony. 

Several hundred galactic cycles before, right when humans were being kidnapped from Eurt by the thousands, a small faction of humans had been living on Mars. They had been colonizing the nearby planet, and had made a small commune on its rusty surface. Upon hearing that humans were being stolen, the leader of the Mars colony, Joyboy, had uprooted the colony and settled it on Lafftale. He believed that a large asteroid deep within space would be the safest choice to hide the last of the free humans. It was constantly moving and not tied to any planetary system, making it difficult to track. No one would think to stop on a desolate asteroid, making it a perfect hiding place for the free born humans and those who made their way to the safe haven.

And it had been a wonderful decision, the colony working efficiently for many, many cycles. But after Roger’s visit, the virus had ripped through the population on Lafftale, killing most of the residents there. The virus had picked up in the most recent cycles, picking off humans left and right until only about thirty humans were left alive. And with the people who had died, so had the knowledge on how to fix the ancient machines that kept the colony running. The machines weren't designed to run for hundreds of cycles, they were intended to be used for about fifty, until it was determined if a colony was viable or not.

Now they were down to only one heater, one liquid purifier, and three sources of light within the dome. The last food replicator had broken a few galactic cycles back and they hadn’t been able to repair it, the machine finally giving out after so many cycles. The light sources helped grow plants within the terra-dome, but there wasn’t enough to feed everyone. The humans led a miserable life, each day worse than the last. Sol felt like she was watching death creep closer daily, but not everyone agreed.

Most people on Lafftale would rather die the slow death of starvation and hypothermia than be owned, but Sol wasn’t so sure. If she could be assured that she wouldn’t be harmed and kept in good conditions, she would rather remain alive. Either way it was a moot point since she would soon be gone as well, another victim of the King of Pirates.

Sol turned her face once more to the inky blackness. 

Luna needed to come back. 

Soon.