DoD - Ayala's Fresh Start - Pt.4 (Patreon)

*** content warnings: mind control, dubious consent, memory manipulation, masturbation, voyeurism ***

"Anya?" I asked quietly. "May I ask some questions?"

My best friend's voice responded through the intercom, "Of course cutie. What's on your mind?"

I was back in my cabin, laying on my side on my bunk. My long sleek tail was curled down between my legs then up and coiled against my big soft boobs, and I was idly stroking it and playing with the tip. 

A couple hours had passed since breakfast, and both my shipmates retreated to the captain's cabin after I'd satisfied all their desires. Then still kneeling on the floor under the table I took care of my own desperate needs, before finally cleaning up and returning to my bunk for some rest.

"I guess there's a lot of things I'm wondering about," I replied with a thoughtful frown. My cheeks coloured again as I continued, "Um, like you said something last night about new kinks? Would you tell me what they are?"

Anya sounded like she suppressed a giggle before answering, "Sure why not? A clever little mousie like you has probably already guessed most of them anyways."

"So you get off on being watched," she began. "Basically you're a bit of an exhibitionist, but only for me. Another big one is being bossed around by your superiors? Which again means me, and your shipmates. Actually you can pretty much assume all of these are limited to either just me, or me Cheryl and Tabby. Anyways, so yeah. Exhibitionism. Being bossed around, especially if you're being ordered to do sexy stuff. Sexy talk gets you going too. And you have a real thing for come, like the smell, sight, taste, touch, basically everything about it."

Anya continued, "You like to be used, which covers a few different things. That's why you got hot when Tabby made you go down on her under the table after breakfast, and it's also why this conversation is making you wet. You're feeling it, right? Just thinking about how I did all this to you, gave you all these fun new kinks is making you horny. What about this? I could give you even more if I wanted. There's so much more I could do with you Ayala, and I know that thought has you dripping wet. Doesn't it?"

"Yes Anya," I replied with a quiet gulp. 

She was right, my nipples were rock hard and I was very much aware of the scent and feel of the renewed arousal between my legs. I found myself licking my lips as I let go of my tail and placed my hands on my chest instead, then gave my boobs a gentle squeeze.

Anya sounded like she was smiling again as she asked, "Was that all you wanted to talk about? Or do you have more questions for me?"

I forced myself not to give in to the pleasure just yet. Instead I focused on the sound of her voice, and more of the countless questions I'd been thinking about. 

"Um, I was also wondering if this is the way things are on this ship? I mean, in between making deliveries and securing new jobs, is it normal for the crew to spend the entire time in transit just having sex?"

"Would that be so bad?" she responded. "You spent so much of your life working Ayala. You pushed yourself, and everyone around you. And granted, you achieved some remarkable things. But tell me this? Were you ever truly happy?"

I hesitated, then bit my lower lip as a thoughtful frown settled on my face. After a half minute I finally sighed, "Not really. At first it was all about restoring my family's fortune and status. Then it was about proving my detractors wrong. Then it became all about winning, no matter the situation or the cost."

"It wasn't all bad," I added in a slightly defensive tone. "I did have some good times, I enjoyed my victories. And the reason I started down that path in the first place was I really liked what I was doing. I liked the thrill of invention, the sense of victory at achieving the impossible."

There was some compassion in her voice as Anya replied, "I get it cutie. And you certainly did achieve some amazing, remarkable things. I saved some of your nano-tech when I was processing your cute new body, you did a good job despite working with such primitive tools. And when I was poking around in your head I learned about your matter transporter? Even my creators failed to crack that particular nut."

I couldn't help but preen slightly at that praise. Not that I had any idea who created her or where she came from, but it was obviously she was advanced far beyond anything I'd ever imagined. My new body was evidence enough of that.

It was another couple seconds before I realized she hadn't actually answered my question though, so I asked again. "About all the sex and everything Anya, is that all we do between jobs?"

"Does that bother you?" she responded with another question. "Tell me the truth Ayala, what would you rather do? Fuck yourself silly for my entertainment, or spend that time pulling your hair out trying to make the next big breakthrough, while constantly looking over your shoulder wondering where the next shot's going to come from. In between all those dreary boring demands your underlings kept making on your time? Budgets, sales meetings, customer conference calls, arguments with annoying suppliers, unreliable shipping firms... Is that really what you want?"

I sighed, "You're right. I hated all that other stuff. But I liked the lab work."

"I know cutie," Anya stated. "But you hated the responsibility. And I already told you the solution last night, remember? You're going to be working for me, Ayala. I'll make all those difficult annoying decisions. You'll still get to work on projects, but they'll be projects I've picked. And when you're not working in the lab, I'll be sure to look after you cutie. I'll take care of everything. You'll get to do all the things you love best, whether that's working in a lab or fucking yourself stupid for my amusement."

She paused a moment then asked, "Doesn't that sound like the best option?"

I bit my lower lip, but I knew I couldn't hide the fact that I'd gotten excited again. Her suggestion, her ideas really did sound like the best of both worlds. 

"Um, what sort of projects will I be working on?" I finally asked. "If you don't mind my asking?"

There was another smile in her voice as Anya answered, "There's two we're going to work on right away, just as soon as we've figured out some lab space for you. First up we're going to get you working on your nano-tech again. With my help you'll be able to perfect it. And second up, we're going to figure out how to get me a body, so I'm not trapped inside my capsule all the time. Then I'll be able to join you, as well as Cheryl and Tabby."

I felt another little flutter of excitement at those ideas. I smiled, "Ok Anya. You're right, your idea sounds perfect."

"I'm sorry I doubted you," I added a moment later. "Sorry I had all these questions. You really are a good friend."

My best friend sounded compassionate as she replied, "That's totally ok cutie. Like I said earlier, you've been through a lot lately."

"Actually if you like, I could help you get over it a bit quicker?" she suggested a moment later. "All you have to do is come down to the hold and visit me again in my capsule. Then I can poke around inside that pretty little head of yours, and take care of all your doubts and questions at once. What do you think Ayala? Would you like that?"

I blushed as I admitted, "Of course I'd like that Anya. Just thinking about it is getting me wet again."

She suppressed another giggle, "Then come on down and we'll get you all fixed up just right."

"Ok," I nodded as I sat up then slipped out of my bunk.

There was no sign of Cheryl or Tabby as I padded quietly through the common area, but it was easy to guess they were back in bed again. The ladderway down to the hold was open and waiting, and I carefully climbed down into the dimly-lit space. The long sleek black cylinder was set against the forward bulkhead, and the door was already open and waiting for me.

I had to jump up a bit to get inside, it obviously wasn't designed for people as small as me. Or maybe there was supposed to be a step or something in front of it. I probably could have used a box or something, but it was ok. I adjusted my tail as I lay back on the padded cushion inside, then once I was comfortable the door rotated closed and sealed itself with a gentle hiss.

A few moments later I found myself back in that featureless white room, standing before my best friend. This time I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her in an impromptu hug, with my face pressed between her pert breasts.

"Hi Anya," I mumbled. "I didn't realize how much I missed seeing you."

She smiled and gave me a few pats ontop of my head, then mussed up my hair a bit. "It's nice to see you too cutie. Are you ready to let me help you again?"

I let go of her and took a step back then nodded, "Yeah. I'm curious how you're going to fix things, but I don't have to know. If you want to surprise me that's ok."

Anya watched me for a second or two before answering, "I figured first up I'll add some more reinforcement to what you already did to yourself with your own tech. Then I'll double-down on the enhancements I added yesterday. And as a bonus, I'm thinking I should see about getting rid of some of those pesky memories of that old life of yours. I probably won't permanently delete anything, after all you never know when something might turn out to be important? But I'm pretty sure I can lock a few things away so they won't trouble you in the meantime."

She continued, "I know you're a clever mousie, but sometimes being too clever leads to trouble. So maybe we can take care of that with some sort of a mental toggle or switch? Make all those distracting smart thoughts and ideas go away when they're not needed, then bring them back when they're necessary."

"How does that sound, cutie?" she asked as she kept her eyes on me. "Do you really want to be my silly little mousie? You can be loyal and obedient, spend most of your free time fucking yourself for my entertainment, or screwing Cheryl and Tabby when they want a little fun with you? And when you're not busy being my happy little fuck-mouse, you can be my helpful little assistant lab-mouse instead. Would you like that, Ayala?"

By the time she was finished I was breathing hard again. My nipples were straining and my thighs were squeezed tight, while I hugged my tail to my big soft chest.

"Oh fuck yes," I nodded happily. "That sounds perfect Anya!"

She gave me wide grin and announced, "Wonderful! Then let's get started!"

• • • • •

Cheryl chuckled, "You know the galaxy's gone crazy when cats and mice are working together in harmony."

I rolled my eyes but didn't bother to respond. Tabby and I were nearly finished installing the last holographic projector, and I was eager to bring the system online. We had them in every cabin and space throughout the ship, from the cockpit back to the engineering compartment, even in the washroom and down in the hold. 

It wasn't even difficult work, not for a mouse of my abilities. Most of the challenge came from the simple practical issue of the ceiling being so high up above my tiny body. So I was on a ladder while Tabby stood on a chair, and between the two of us we quickly finished the final connections.

The catgirl turned out to have some talent when it came to that sort of work. Nowhere near my own level, but she was a competent mechanic and an adequate technician. 

"That should do it," she stated as she hopped down off her chair.

I nodded in agreement as I carefully climbed down from the ladder. Then I asked, "Anya? Do you want to give it a try?"

The three of us were in the officer's cabin, across from the one Cheryl and Tabby used. It was about twice as big as the little bunk room I'd been staying in, with a decent sized bed and a comfy-looking chair next to the desk. Anya told us to save this one till the end, and I assumed it was because she meant to claim it for herself. Why a hologram would need her own cabin didn't matter to me, that was the sort of question I left to my superiors. The folks in charge made those decisions, I was happiest just doing what they wanted.

In fact the past few weeks were some of the happiest of my life. I had almost no responsibilities, I didn't have to make any decisions, I barely had to think about anything at all really. And I had more and better sex in those few weeks than most people probably got in their entire lives. 

A little flicker of light appeared in the air before us, and a wide smile settled on my face as the glow quickly expanded and took form. A moment later my best friend in the galaxy was standing before me and my shipmates. She looked exactly like she did in her VR space, including the bare feet and the skin-tight bodysuit that somehow managed to show off every detail of her body.

Anya grinned, "It worked! It's not quite what I wanted in terms of a physical presence, but it's a good start. And a good idea Ayala, you've made me proud and happy."

I preened a bit from her praise and replied with a wide smile of my own, "I'm glad you like it Anya." 

"I do!" she nodded. Then she looked to the others and added, "Cheryl, Tabby, why don't you two put away the tools? And get this ladder out of here. I need some private time with my little mousie, to reward her for her clever idea."

The captain and catgirl exchanged a smirk, then Tabby gathered up the tools while Cheryl took the ladder. A few seconds later they were gone, the door was closed, and I was all alone in the cabin with my best friend.

Anya's smile grew wider as she said those magic trigger-words I longed to hear, "Who's my good little fuck-mouse?"

"I am!" I replied with a happy smile of my own, as a warm sexy pink fog seemed to fill my mind. Most of my thoughts and ideas faded into the background where they couldn't bother me. I was Anya's obedient loyal little fuck-mouse, and the only thing I needed to think about was making my best friend happy.

"Good girl!" she smirked as she moved to sit down on the chair Tabby was standing on earlier. Then she gestured to the bed, "How about you get up on there and show me that trick I taught you last week, the one with your tail?"

"Ok Anya!" I replied enthusiastically as I climbed up onto the bed. 

I moved into position on my knees with my legs spread wide. I was facing her of course, with my long sleek tail wrapped around my right thigh. My dainty little hands cupped my huge heavy boobs and I let out a happy moan as I started playing with my nipples, while at the same time I did my best to manoeuvre my tail into position.

It was actually a really difficult trick and I was a long way from perfecting it, so it was good that Anya kept reminding me to practice like this. Normal mousies didn't actually have such fine control of their tails, but I was luckier than them. Anya made sure my body could do things others couldn't, because I was a good little fuck-mouse.

"That's right cutie," she said with an encouraging smile. "You've just about got it."

"Mmhmm!" I moaned, as I rubbed the tip of my tail along my slick wet folds. 

More shocks of pleasure shot up and down my spine as I pinched and tugged at my thick pink nipples, and soon the tip of my tail was coated in my arousal. I needed to pause for a second or two to focus on moving it just right, then I let out a louder moan as the stubby tip slipped in between my labia. I could already feel the muscles in the lower half of my body beginning to tense as my tail pushed deeper inside me while my hands squeezed my boobs again. 

Anya provided me with lots of encouragement and gave me some more helpful tips, while I started flexing my hips and riding the tip of my tail. At the same time I continued massaging, squeezing, and rubbing my big beautiful breasts. 

I brought the left nipple up so I could kiss and lick it, then the right. By then the pressure was already growing fast, but I tried to hold back another second or two. I pumped my tail a little harder, a little deeper inside myself and pressed my hard sensitive clit against my tail's slick white fur. That turned out to be all I could take.

My tail twitched, my muscles spasmed, and I let out a loud happy squeak as the dam burst and waves of ecstasy washed up and down over my body. I slumped over sideways, but managed to keep myself facing towards Anya. Even in my dopey blissed-out state I knew she'd want the best view. 

I finally ended up splayed sideways across the bed, as my tail wriggled out of my dripping sex. I brought up along my body, the tip dragged gently over my belly and left a little trail of moisture along my cleavage. Then I opened up and took it into my mouth, and with another happy moan I sucked every last drop of my juices from it.

"Well done Ayala," Anya cooed. "You are such a good little fuck-mouse!"

And I was! I was the best, happiest little fuck-mouse in the whole galaxy.

~ The End ~