DoD - Ayala's Fresh Start - Pt.2 (Patreon)

*** content warning: mind control, masturbation, voyeurism ***

The capsule door unsealed with a faint hiss, then it rotated up and out of the way and I got my first look at my new surroundings. And the crew of this ship.

I found myself in a small poorly-lit hold, half full of various crates and cartons. There was a ladderway against the opposite wall that led up to another deck, while the wall to one side contained a large cargo-style door that was sealed up tight. My big ears easily picked up the hum of the ship's drive system, and I was almost positive the ship was currently in jump. 

My long sleek white tail wrapped around over my right hip and coiled up on my lap as my eyes shifted from the compartment to the other two people in it.

On the left stood a tall, strong woman with long blonde hair. She was even taller than I used to be, and with my new body I felt positively tiny by comparison. It wasn't just her height either, her body carried more lithe muscle just below the skin than I could have ever hoped for even at my peak. She was dressed in nothing but a pair of tight shorts, and an equally-tight little t-shirt. Both did as much to show off her assets as they did to hide them.

This was a woman who could literally pick me up and have her way with me, and there wasn't a single thing I could do to stop her. Normally that should have left me feeling scared, or at least uneasy. Instead the thought sent a shiver of excitement through my small sexy new body.

The girl to the right of the tall strong amazonian goddess was actually more like me in a lot of ways. Her height was about average, she wasn't all that muscular. She actually looked soft and curvy. What made my anxiety spike were the feline ears sticking up through her striped ginger hair, and the long cat-like tail swishing back and forth behind her legs. She was dressed in a cute tight night-shirt, but that appeared to be it, with one small exception.

There was a little orange band around her neck, with a small orange tag hanging from it. It's possible some people might have taken it to be a choker, but I was positive it was meant to be a collar.

Both of them looked the same age as me, and as Anya. A ship full of hot sexy eighteen-year-old girls... Which reminded me a lot of the MV Demeter, come to think of it. Before I could ponder that any further, the tall strong blonde suddenly spoke up.

"So you're the new ship's mascot?" she asked with a smirk. "Welcome aboard the MV Indigo Star. My name's Cheryl, I'm the captain. And this little kitty is my pet, Tabby."

The catgirl grinned at me and licked her lips, "Does that mean the mousegirl's my pet?"

"No," Anya's voice sounded through the intercom. "Sorry Tabby, but Ayala belongs to me."

After a moment Anya added, "Don't worry, I'll let you two play with her now and then."

"Sounds good," the captain smiled. Then she addressed me again, "All right Ayala, c'mon up to the main deck. Let's give you the grand tour."

She went up the ladder first, then I followed while Tabby came up last. And I couldn't help feeling a little dismayed at both how far apart the rungs seemed and how tricky it was to navigate, due to my big boobs and my weak little arms and legs. I made it, but it took long enough I was left blushing in embarrassment while the two taller girls both smiled down at me.

The grand tour took all of a minute, as it turned out the Indigo Star was actually just a small scout-class craft. There was a little two-seat cockpit at the front, then the captain's cabin where Cheryl and Tabby stayed. Another cabin was across from that, while a crew bunk room was to the aft. There was a small common area with bench seating and a fold-out table, auto chef, and fold-down entertainment screen. A small ship's head. An airlock. And finally at the end of a long corridor, the engineering compartment.

"Cockpit and engineering are both off-limits for now," the captain stated. "Same with my cabin and the hold. So basically until further notice you're limited to the bunk room, the common area, and the head."

"Yes ma'am," I replied quietly as I held my long sleek tail in my hands. 

After a moment I asked, "Um, where is Anya? Is she in that other cabin across from yours?"

My new best friend's voice came through the intercom again, "Oh right I forgot to explain that part. I don't have a body out in your meat-space world. Not yet anyways. I'm stuck in my VR chamber, that white room where we met? But thanks to a very clever kitty I do have the run of the ship, at least through its sensors, cameras, intercom, and so forth."

"Oh," I frowned. As usual I had many more questions, but once again I didn't get the chance to ask them. 

Anya suggested, "Cheryl why don't you and Tabby take it easy for now? I'd like to spend some more quality time with my new friend. Ayala let's go into the crew cabin, we can talk in private there."

"O-ok Anya," I nodded. I took a step toward the door then hesitated, "Um, sorry to be a bother but are there any clothes I can wear?"

Anya sounded like she was smiling as she responded, "No need to worry about that right now cutie. The ship's going to be in jump for a while yet."

Cheryl grinned as she suggested, "Next time we're on Rolandan-2 we should get her a collar like Tabby's. What do you think Anya?"

"I don't think she needs one," my best friend replied, and from her tone I knew for sure she was smiling. "But it's a great idea! Even if she doesn't need it I bet she'd look even cuter with a pretty white collar around her neck."

Both the captain and catgirl smirked, then the two of them disappeared into Cheryl's cabin. And I finally stepped through the doorway into what was apparently my new home. It was a small slightly cramped space, with a double bunk-bed against one wall and a little fold-down table on the opposite wall. There were two lockers for storage, and that was about it. 

I nervously sat down on the lower bunk and asked, "Um, Anya? What did you want to talk about?"

"First up a few things I forgot to mention earlier," she replied. "Like I just said, I'm basically stuck in my Re/Gen capsule. A clever little mouse like you probably already figured this out, but I'm an AI. And while Cheryl's the captain of the ship, I'm basically the boss around here. Which is great news for you, right cutie? Your best friend is in charge of this whole operation!"

"Yeah," I smiled as I nodded slowly. 

Except I knew that should be raising alarm bells. AIs weren't inherently dangerous, not any more so than humans. But like humans, true AIs had their own personalities and personality quirks. And I was fairly sure that at least in theory, true AIs could also go a little bit nuts. Or a lot, depending on the circumstances.

Part of me couldn't help worrying that my best friend might have already past that point, but thanks to my own earlier blunders there wasn't anything I could do about that now. In fact I found myself feeling grateful to have fallen into Anya's care. My own screw-ups made it clear I couldn't be trusted to look after myself. I needed someone strong and smart and clever to look after a silly little mousie like me.

Someone like Anya, who'd protect me from myself. Someone who'd tell me what to do, so I didn't have to think too hard about those things. Unless she wanted me to of course. I was definitely a very smart mousie, and I'd put that smarts to good use when and where Anya wanted me to.

"What was that Ayala?" she asked. "Were you talking to yourself just now?"

I felt my cheeks heating up as I grimaced, "Sorry Anya! I didn't realize I was saying that stuff out loud."

There was a smile in her voice again as she replied, "That's ok cutie. Honestly I'm glad to hear how you really feel. See, you really did a number on yourself with your own nano-tech, but to be sure I put a little extra oomph into it through that neural link I mentioned."

"You did?" I frowned. "How do you mean?"

She replied, "It's like you were just saying? You're a silly little mousie who needs someone strong and smart and clever to look after her."

"Yeah," I nodded happily, while deep inside I was suddenly hearing alarm bells. They were very faint though, and probably not important.

Then Anya changed the subject and I forgot about that pesky stuff completely. "So now that we're in private Ayala there's something I want you to do for me. See, being stuck in my own virtual environment I don't get to play that often? Luckily it turns out there's something I really like, that works perfectly in this sort of situation. And best of all it's something you can help me with. So what do you say, want to help me?"

"Of course I do!" I replied enthusiastically. "What would you like me to do Anya?"

Her voice took on a more breathy, sultry tone as she explained. "I'm connected to the ship's internal sensors, the intercom mics, and all the hidden cameras in your cabin and bunk. That means I have an excellent view of you on all visible and some invisible spectrums cutie. And what I'd like is to watch you get familiar with that adorable new body of yours."

"You know what I mean, right Ayala?" she asked. "I want to see all the fun you can have with those big heavy milky-white boobs of yours. And those long thick sensitive nipples. I want to see you explore your dripping-wet sex, and I want to hear you squeak and squeal when you come."

"I want to know what you think of your body Ayala," she continued. "I want to hear you describe how it feels when you pinch and tug at your juicy pink nipples. I want to know what you're thinking as you sink your delicate little fingers into your folds, and I want to know how many you can fit inside yourself and how deep they go. I want you to tell me how much you love the taste of your own juices when you lick your come from your hands. And I want to know how many times you can come before you finally pass out in exhaustion."

By the time she finally stopped I was almost panting. My big pink nipples were rock-hard, and I could tell from the musky scent in the air that there was already a sizeable damp spot on the blankets beneath me.

"Wha?" I gasped as my little hands gripped the blankets on either side of my thighs. "How... What... Why does it make me so wet when you say stuff like that?"

There was a smirk in my best friend's voice as she replied, "Oh maybe I forgot to mention? I didn't just crank up your sensitivity, I also dialled up your libido and set it on a hair trigger. And I may have given you a few fun new kinks? I hope that's ok?"

Somewhere deep inside it crossed my mind that I should have been outraged, or horrified maybe. In reality the thought just made me even more horny. I practically moaned, "Mmmmm yeah it's more than ok Anya! Holy shit that's hot!"

"Good girl," she cooed. "Now enough talk cutie, let's see what my good little mousie can do."

"Yeah!" I nodded happily.

I let go of the blankets and brought my delicate little hands up to my massive chest, then as I cupped my big new boobs for the first time I added helpfully, "Tell me if you need me to change position to get a better look at anything."

"Don't worry I will," my best friend replied.

That was the end of the conversation for a while. She wasn't kidding about how sensitive my perfect new body was, just massaging and squeezing my glorious breasts was enough to send shocks up and down my spine. 

I squeaked in pleasure as my little fingers ran up and down over my thick hard nipples, then like Anya said I took hold of those juicy sensitive nubs between my thumbs and the first two fingers on each hand and started gently pinching and tugging at them. That sent even stronger shocks up and down between the pleasure centres of my brain, my wonderful boobs, and my dripping-wet pussy.

It didn't take long for me to make an amazing discovery. My boobs were more than big enough to reach my nipples with my mouth. That led to some amazing new heights of pleasure as I sucked and nibbled at those thick hard sensitive buds on my chest. In fact it wasn't much longer before I could feel the muscles in my groin starting to tense, warning me of my impending orgasm.

With my left nipple in my mouth and the right one being pinched and tugged by the fingers of my right hand, I plunged my left hand down between my legs. It was instantly slick with my own hot arousal, and I started running my fingers up and down along my sensitive pink folds before slipping a couple of them inside. 

I let out another loud squeak as I discovered my clitoris hadn't escaped Anya's artistic touch. Like my nipples it was incredibly sensitive. It was also engorged, rock hard and swollen, and I was positive it was larger than it ought to be for a tiny little mousie like me.

All those thoughts quickly faded to nothing though as I tweaked that amazing pleasure nub with my thumb, and my body seemed to light up from top to bottom as a wave of pleasure cascaded through me. I was vaguely aware of someone squealing in ecstasy, and she sounded a lot like me. 

My very first orgasm as a mousegirl had arrived surprisingly fast, but it almost seemed to go on forever. When I finally came to my senses I was laying sideways on the bunk, my left hand buried between my legs while my right arm was splayed to my side. My left nipple was slick with my own saliva and I was panting, but there was a very happy satisfied smile on my face.

It took another few seconds before I remembered everything my best friend said, all the things she wanted. And my smile grew wider as I knew I couldn't wait to do everything she told me.

"Anya that was so wonderful," I half-whispered in my tiny voice. "I absolutely love this sexy sensitive new body you gave me. I love my huge boobs, and my slick pussy. I'm going to use it to put on the best show ever, I'm going to make you so proud of me..."

I could already feel myself getting worked up again just thinking about everything Anya did to me and everything she wanted to see me do with myself. I let out another happy squeak as I ran the fingers of my left hand over my dripping-wet pussy, then without hesitation I brought my hand up to my mouth and eagerly sucked each finger clean. 

"Oh Anya," I moaned. "I taste so good! Thank you for giving me this wonderful gift! I wish I could share it with you!"

My friend sounded almost as excited as me as she replied, "You are cutie, you are. So let's keep going, ok? You and I are only just getting started."