DoD - Ayala's Fresh Start - Pt.3 (Patreon)

*** content warnings: mind control, oral sex ***

I woke with another little start, and for the first couple seconds I didn't know where I was or how I'd got there. My mind was foggy with sleep, as half-remembered dreams or nightmares quickly faded away. Then memories of last night returned, and I felt my cheeks heating up as my heart beat a little bit faster.

My small naked body lay above the messy blankets of my bunk, and I was still kind of sticky from last night's activities. My cheeks grew brighter as I remembered how I put on one performance after another for my best friend, while she kept encouraging me and telling me how she was so pleased with me for doing such a good job.

A little smile formed on my lips at the happy memories, but that shifted to a bit of a grimace when I finally sat up. I found myself wondering if the ship had any cleaning or laundry facilities, since my blankets seemed like they could use refreshing. It was also clear that the air processor was doing its best, but it hadn't managed to clear the musky scent of sex from the cabin yet.

Not that I minded. In fact to my embarrassment I found the scent combined with memories of last night were almost enough to get me started again this morning. For a few seconds I wondered about that. In the past I'd have given the maintenance staff hell for letting my accommodations reach such a state, then stormed out for some fresh air, clean clothes, and somewhere unsoiled to sit. 

Then I remembered one of the many things Anya told me last night, that she'd given me some new kinks. That thought sent another little flutter of excitement through me, and I couldn't help wondering what they all were. I could maybe guess at a few, but if I got the chance I'd try and ask her to tell me.

Eventually I realized I couldn't while away my time laying in my bunk. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten or drank anything, but there was a more pressing need I had to address first. I finally got up out of bed then quietly padded barefoot and naked out of my cabin and into the common area of the ship.

Captain Cheryl and Tabby were both sitting at the table. The tall strong captain had a nightshirt on but her pet catgirl was naked, apart from her collar. Neither of them said anything to me, they didn't even look my way as I moved past them and into the small washroom compartment.

I closed the door behind me then spent a few minutes on the cold metal toilet, with my long sleek white tail curled around and coiled up on my lap. It was funny how quickly I'd gotten used to having it. Same with my ears, it felt entirely natural for them to be on top of my head rather than at the sides.

When I was finished I stood up and washed my hands at the little sink. There was a small mirror above that, but I was too short for it to be much use to me. Then when I turned to have a look at the shower I discovered a full-length mirror on the wall behind the door. It was obviously a new addition, I assumed the captain probably put it there. And I found myself staring captivated at my reflection once more.

I took in my tiny stature, my big round ears, long tail, and large full boobs. My cute rounded face, messy white hair, small slim arms and legs, narrow waist, and the little patch of white fur at my groin. And as I looked at my new body, I couldn't help thinking about the old one. I couldn't help making comparisons, and thinking about how much I'd changed in so short a time.

Was it really only yesterday, I asked myself. I was Ayala Kelsonian, I was tall, strong, rich, and powerful. People hated and feared me, but I really didn't care because they listened when I spoke, and they did what I said. People were scared to cross me, and for good reason.

I was a genius, I had my own lab that I conned the Imperium into financing. I developed dozens of amazing new creations, things people never dreamed were possible. And things they prayed would never exist. My nano-tech was just one of dozens of successful inventions. Even the unsuccessful ones had their uses, like the matter transference device that got me off that old tugboat.

Yesterday I had all that and more. Today it was all gone.

Today I was a tiny busty mousegirl, meek and soft-spoken. I wasn't powerful or rich. My lab, my creations, my money were all gone. In fact I didn't even have so much as a scrap of clothing to my name. Nobody would recognize me now, no-one would believe who I once was.

It slowly dawned on me that this new body wasn't just a disguise, it was also a trap. If I tried to contact my family for help, they'd probably laugh then ignore me. Or they'd have me killed for attempting to con them. They'd never believe I was their Ayala. Even worse, if I did somehow manage to convince them who I really was they'd probably have me killed just the same. The new me would be such an embarrassment, they'd want me gone before anyone else found out what I'd become.

That's why I was better off here, with Anya. She'd protect me, she'd keep me safe from people like my family. She'd look after me and make all the difficult choices and take care of everything, just like she said. After all, I was just a cute silly little mousie. 

"What's the matter Ayala? You look troubled," Anya's voice came through the intercom speakers, even here in the washroom. She sounded concerned, and I could easily picture my best friend looking at me with worry and compassion.

My eyes were still fixed on my new appearance in the mirror. I looked myself up and down again as I replied quietly, "I was just looking at my new body Anya, but I couldn't help thinking about what I used to look like before. And who I used to be."

"I see," she replied. "You like this better though, don't you? You told me you were happier like this. You weren't lying to me when you said that, were you Ayala?"

I shook my head, "Of course not! I could never lie to you Anya! And yeah, I do like this. I look fun and cute and sexy..."

My voice trailed off as some little doubts and uncertainties started to creep in. My best friend seemed to guess what was going on though, I didn't even have to mention those questioning thoughts.

Anya sounded sympathetic as she stated, "I know it's a lot cutie. Yesterday was a really big day for you. Your whole world came crashing down around you, and you nearly died! Lucky for you I happened to find you and save your life. But maybe I overestimated you, maybe you're going to need more than a few hours and a dozen orgasms to get past all that. That's ok though Ayala, that's my fault not yours."

I found myself nodding quietly in agreement as she talked. Not about blaming her of course, but she was right about me being so weak that I was still bothered by all that stuff from yesterday.

"I'm sorry Anya," I apologized. "I'll try harder, I won't let that stuff get to me anymore. I promise!"

My best friend sounded like she had a smile on her face as she responded, "Aww that's so cute of you! You don't have to do it alone though Ayala. I'm here for you, and I don't mind helping you out."

"Tell you what," she added. "Why don't you have a shower and get cleaned up, and do make sure you enjoy it! Then get something to eat, and after all that if those silly little doubts are still troubling you then you can come down and join me in the hold for another run through my Re/Gen capsule. I'll fix you up even better than ever!"

That put a smile on my face again, "Wow thanks Anya! You're the best!"

"I know," she replied, with another smile in her tone. 

The Indigo Star's shower was about as low-budget as they came. There wasn't even a separate stall, it was just a sonic transducer in the washroom compartment's ceiling. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing that inspired many sexy thoughts, but I did my best to enjoy the experience anyways. 

A warm damp towel helped scrub some of the stickier parts of my cute new body, and the ultrasonic shower made some of those parts tingle in a very pleasant way. By the time I was done I felt much cleaner, and my nipples were rock hard while my labia was slick with arousal yet again.

My cheeks were red when I finally emerged from the washroom, and I found both the captain and her catgirl looking me over as I moved to join them. I had to stand on my tip-toes to properly see the interface screen on the auto chef, and chose a small breakfast from its very limited selections. 

"Good morning," I quietly greeted the others as I sat down at the table with them.

Captain Cheryl grinned, "Good morning mousie. I heard you had some fun last night, but it looks like you cleaned up nicely."

My cheeks were instantly on fire as I gulped, "You heard...?"

"Ah don't worry," she laughed. "I didn't hear you, the cabins are soundproof. Anya told us that you had a good night."

"O-oh," I nodded slowly, then busied myself by focusing on my food. 

It was something vaguely like scrambled eggs with bits of simulated bacon blended in. Nowhere near the real thing of course, not even remotely close. But it was supposedly nutritious, and I definitely needed the protein and calories. I also had a cup of artificial orange juice, which again was nothing like the genuine beverage. It would keep me hydrated though, and supposedly had some vitamins and minerals to help keep me healthy.

I stayed quiet while I ate, and it seemed like Cheryl and Tabby were content to watch me. Which left me feeling more than a little self-conscious, but I didn't say anything or question them. Not until I was finished eating, anyways.

Then I looked up at the captain and asked, "So um, I was wondering about this ship? Where are we going, what sort of work do we do?"

Cheryl seemed amused by my questions. She looked me up and down with a wry smile then responded, "I'm not sure the ship's mascot needs to worry about any of those things. But I suppose it won't hurt to fill you in on a few details."

"The Indigo Star is a scout ship," she explained, "But we don't actually do much scouting. Although that does mean we have a pretty good sensor suite, and a really fast engine. Anyways me and Tabby are mostly finding work as couriers right now? It's kind of like shipping freight, except we only take small jobs that need to be somewhere in a hurry."

The catgirl added, "Between a small ship and a strong engine, even at level-zero our jumps are quicker than most other ships. Same with higher levels of jump, except we don't use them unless it's a real emergency."

"Right," the captain nodded. "So at the moment we're heading back to Port Ecclestone. For most ships, that's twelve days at Jump-0. For us it's only eight days."

I nodded slowly, "I see. So um, how long do we have left in jump until we get there?"

"Another six and a half days," Tabby replied. Then she looked me up and down and licked her lips before adding, "Plenty of time for all of us to get to know each other much better."

The catgirl's expression shifted to something I could only describe as hungry. The corners of her mouth twitched into a little smile as she commented, "You know, usually cats are the ones who want to eat mice? But I can't help thinking it might be fun the other way around. What do you think mousie, wanna try and eat some kitty?"

My eyes went wide and I gulped, while Cheryl stifled a laugh. I wasn't sure how to respond at first, but I felt another little flutter of arousal go through me as I realized the catgirl was serious. My eyes flicked up and down over her naked body and I noticed she'd shifted her posture slightly so she was sitting with her legs spread wide, practically inviting me in down there under the table.

"O-ok," I finally agreed. 

I briefly thought about suggesting we at least fold the table up out of the way, or maybe even go somewhere more comfortable like one of the cabins. Then it occurred to me either Tabby or the captain would have made that suggestion if that's what they wanted. Instead it seemed like they wanted to do this here. They wanted me on my knees on the floor under the table. And as soon as that thought crossed my mind I felt another wave of arousal pass through me, which left me wondering if this was another new kink Anya had gifted me.

The captain's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she stated, "Don't keep Tabby waiting too long, little mousie."

"Sorry!" I squeaked as I slipped down off the seat and onto my knees. 

My big ears brushed the underside of the table as I moved to kneel between Tabby's legs, and I found the scent of her sex to be almost intoxicating. It seemed she was as excited about this as me, and like the captain said I definitely didn't want to keep the catgirl waiting.

A moment later my face was buried between her thighs, along with both hands. Fortunately I wasn't new to this sort of thing, in fact I had plenty of experience to call upon. One of the many perks of my old life meant I had no shortage of attractive men and women to share my bed when I needed some stress relief. And now I could put all that knowledge and experience to work, providing that same sort of service for my new shipmates.

I started with some gentle kisses, but it quickly became apparent Tabby was well beyond the need for delicate foreplay. My fingers easy slipped in between her folds, as did my tongue. Soon I was probing her as deeply as I could with two fingers, while my lips and tongue focused on her clit. 

"Oh fuck yes!" Tabby moaned as my fingers curled and found her most sensitive spot. 

I pressed and rubbed her insides while sucking at her clit, and from the way her thighs and behind were clenching and relaxing I knew it wouldn't be much longer before the kitty came. 

The whole situation had me almost dripping with excitement, and without losing focus on Tabby I quietly brought my left hand down over my big sensitive boobs. Before my hand could make it down between my legs though, the captain suddenly moved. Her bare foot pressed against my groin, causing me to let out a surprised little squeak.

At the same time she stated, "Nope. You don't get to get off until the rest of the crew are satisfied, mousie."

My eyes widened and I nodded slightly, then focused all my attention on Tabby. The catgirl's moans were growing louder and more needy as my fingers pumped in and out of her, while my tongue circled her clit a couple times. Then I locked my lips around that sensitive little nub and sucked on it, while my fingers curled inside her and pressed against her most sensitive spot once more.

The catgirl's back arched and her ears folded back while her tail stuck straight up behind her. At the same time her thighs clamped tightly around my head, holding my face pressed deep into her sex as she came all over me. The heady musky scent filled my nostrils and drove my own arousal even higher, while I found myself lapping hungrily at her folds.

It took Tabby another minute or two to finally come down from her orgasm. Her muscles slowly went slack and her legs spread apart, releasing me from my delicious prison. Both the catgirl and I took a few deep shuddering breaths, but it was the captain who spoke up first.

She pulled up the hem of her nightshirt and spread her legs as she ordered, "My turn now, mousie."