Into the Unknown

Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. JonDolar was not a happy Being. Spending a full Rotation on this Outer Reaches beast cruise was not zis idea of a sweet assignment. The only crew aboard this retrofitted cargo ship full of Unknowns, held in IsoProtect until they reached the outworld holding facility, zis primary job was to keep this flying space zoo clean. You know what I mean. Space poo. Ugh.

The ship was on autopilot. The Unknowns would be held on their destination outworld until they met with Federation approval for unrestricted travel and association determination, or not.

JonDolar was no stranger to Being association privileges. Zie had crossed that line with many of the more intelligent species in the Known Universe on numerous occasions at home on Neila One. However, the group on this flight appeared to be mostly alien Beasts lacking discernible intelligence.

JonDolar was an impressive, bipedal, carbon-based humanoid standing at a muscular seven feet—weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. Zie was a slightly bluish hue with crops of jet black hair. Zis insatiable appetite for PleasurActs was legendary in some circles on Neila One, its seven moons, twenty-eight outworlds and beyond.

JonDolar had shared PleasurActs with many Beings on zis own world, and Beings of many other worlds in the Known Universe. It was rumored that JonDolar had zogged with a Vol Tare from Zombit for 27 hours without a break or IntraSustenance aid. JonDolar may have been nolled by all three heads of a Three-Headed Omnem from the Outer Reaches.

JonDolar’s appetite for physical pleasure finally caught up with zim in the Royal Star Base sector of Neila One when zie made unappreciated advances on the scarlet-hued, quadrupedal mate of a high-ranking Diplo from Calmere. Unappreciated by the Calmerien Diplo, that is. A word to a Beauro, an executive message to an AssignOfficer, and JonDolar received immediate, unaccompanied orders to this machine ship for solitary, Unknown transport and hygiene duty. Space janitor. Perfect.

In between stops, JonDolar walked the empty corridors or watched the ObservPanels as the ship autonomously collected data for transmission to FedLab Headquarters for processing, interpretation, and filing. Eventually, a Diplo or Beauro or even a FedLeader might take enough interest to pay enough, politick enough, or PleasurAct with the right FedLab scientist to get a SpecieCleartik for a hitherto Unknown.

Other transport assignments between the Outer Reaches and outworld processing facilities designed for likely sentient Unknowns were much sought after assignments by some. To be the first to PleasurAct with a new Being was a coveted honor in certain circles, albeit a potentially dangerous enterprise.

New Beings were continuously being discovered as the Federation expanded its footprint beyond the outworlds and into the Outer Reaches. All sizes, shapes, and colors of the rainbow were found with some routine. Some Beings had almost no coloring at all—every gender, some Combos, some utterly beyond description. Even a PureThot energy source had passed through an outworld processing station, on its way to Neila One, and Federation citizenship.

The older outworld processing station that was JonDolar’s destination was at the bottom of the list as far as Unknown transport assignments went. A weigh station more suited for non-sentient beasts bound for SpecieShows, domestication for HomeUse, or the dissection tables at a FedLab.

Each Unknown was VacLocked into a separate holding room for the safety of Beast or Being, including JonDolar's safety. Various forms of sustenance were made available based on universal nutrition requirements and a lot of educated guesswork, all performed by the ship’s computer and provided by replication and dispenser units. JonDolar received zis IntraSustenance injections on the regular.

Expelled waste was removed from each holding cell robotically, vacuum-sealed in biohazard containment, and labeled for further study at the designated FedLab. It worked seamlessly, until it didn’t. Some waste with unanticipated properties, some mechanical malfunction, or a violent, unanticipated Unknown reaction to a basic food group or bot upended the works too often from JonDolar’s perspective. That’s when JonDolar had to don a ProtectSuit and clean up the mess. Any waste product or contaminated machine part that could not be safely sealed and stored for later study must be evacuated from the ship, manually.

“Pooper scooper JonDolar to the I’m Not Ready Room,” blared in zis thoughts as the alarms sounded indicating another incident. Damned red quadruped and zis unbridled lust.

Unable to mingle with the “guests” even if JonDolar were inclined to engage in BeastActs with non-sentient Unknowns, which zie certainly was not, JonDolar’s entertainment options were limited aboard ship: ObservPanels. The main view screen. The occasional poo salvage operation. Repeat.

The MacJac got a lot of use during this retrieval mission.

“After all,” JonDolar muttered to zimself, “a sentient Being has got to draw the line somewhere.”

The novelty of the artificial PleasurAct machine had long ceased to satisfy zis active imagination as he fantasized of many-hued limbs, members, and orifices; orgies of sight, sound, texture, and taste torturing zis mind and leaving zis virile body unfulfilled. JonDolar ached with longing. The cleanup alarm sounded, again.

“Clean-up outside Hold Eleven,” zie thought.

Afterwards, JonDolar removed the ProtectSuit and tossed in into the decontamination unit. Zie walked through the Ion shower and roamed the ship unclothed. Alone and frustrated this night zie stared at the TimeScale and saw only a long, monastic existence stretching through the outworld drop-off point on this mission, then the next retrieval mission, then the next.

Might as well be an EquidBeast round-up. Yeehaw.

How long?

How many more missions, how many more Rotations?

An unending, lonely, monastic existence awaited zim.

Tonight JonDolar could only wait, and want, and MacJac mindlessly until his legendary lust abated enough to allow for some fitful RemSleep.

The days were endless and mind-numbing. Zie started to look forward to the next cleanup alarm, just for the break in monotony. JonDolar walked the halls and watched the ObservPanels. Hold after hold would show non-sentient Beasts, snuffling around the food replication and dispenser units. Walking circles in their holds, probably as bored as zie was, if boredom was possible for Beasts.

JonDolar paused on Hold One again—that Unknown rarely moved—and never appeared to eat. Unknown One showed no interest in the food dispenser unit. JonDolar watched. Time went by.

How long since we picked it up?

How long until we reach the outworld processing facility and FedDetermination was made?

Would Unknown One move?

Would it eat?

JonDolar’s thoughts congealed in zis head. Zie stared at the ObservPanels. Zie watched, and quietly slipped into madness--a silent scream frozen on zis face.

When the ship docked in orbit around the outworld where this load of Unknowns would be processed, without its custodian, an investigation would be launched. The final report would record that Unknown One was found on a distant, undistinguished planet far into the Outer Reaches. Little contact had been made that far out. MagFiles documented that Unknown One had been found near a small, one-being ObservStation. The ObservStation officer failed to report in on schedule and turned up missing. Things happen that far out. An Outer Reaches response team had closed down the ObservStation, rounded up Unknown One and some promising botanical specimens, and met the retrieval ship. Routine. Except the investigator noted that the response team found a wooden mask in the sleeping quarters of the tiny ObservStation. That curious detail would be left out of the investigator's report.

Unknown One appeared to lack the capacity for communication of any kind—no evidence of sentience or higher thought processes were noted in any MagFiles. Approval for Being association was not anticipated. PreStudy, FedDetermination, and ultimate dissection in a FedLab would likely be recommended. The final report would not document the unknown fate of the ship’s custodian, JonDolar. A mystery.

JonDolar watched the thing as it stood motionless in Hold One. Its skin was leathery, covered with a soft, light fur or down. Unknown One did not appear to have a head. No eyes. No mouth, as such.

If a large, plump, light-green humanoid faced away from you—bent over—reversed zir feet, and lost zir head, zie might look a bit like Unknown One—JonDolar chuckled.

The “feet” were a bit more wide, without ankles, and they appeared to have some sort of suction cups on the flat bottoms. A large, roundish “belly” hung in back of the powerfully built “legs.” The full “buttocks” faced the Screen, showing two unremarkable orifices, one above the other.

Was this the front?

Maybe it was the back-end.

But the “feet” appeared to face this way.

Why didn’t it move?

Why didn’t it eat?

JonDolar had acquired a taste for the many, vibrantly colored, multi-orificed, ganglia-bedecked inhabitants of the Known Universe, with their typically complex communication interfaces, complicated and often beguiling genitalia and challenging arousal states. The primitive orifices on this ass-backward, mocking gut-bag should not have held his interest for even a NanoSek.

JonDolar raced down the halls of sanity, went right over the edge into the void, and found himself at the door of Hold One without a stitch of clothing on zim. The Unknown shuffled away from the Screen to “face” the door. Its suctioned feet made tiny popping sounds as it turned.

JonDolar’s face wore a mask of giddy purpose. Zis heart beat with primitive, unchecked lust. With all of the strength zie could summon from zis large, powerful body—and using a length of Tungstainium pipe—JonDolar destroyed the locking mechanism and swung open the door to Hold One. Zie stood “face-to-face” with Unknown One. It shuffled a bit more, orifices quivering slightly, feet “popping” and then remained still—its most familiar presentation. JonDolar dropped the pipe.

Hold One was not very large and there were only a few lengths between JonDolar and the Unknown. The room was dimly lit, a bit sterile, but with a heavy musk in the air. JonDolar walked slowly around it. The mute Beast made no discernible movement. Coming full circle JonDolar “faced” it once more.

JonDolar’s lust hung around zis neck like a weighted chain. The Hold grew warm. Zie breathed in the musk that permeated the room. Zis member grew hard. JonDolar spit once into zis hand, greased zis member, and then rudely thrust it into the upper orifice of the Unknown. The Unknown had an immovable hold on the floor with those suctioned feet, powerful legs, and low center of gravity. It took thrust after thrust without complaint. JonDolar was ecstatic. Zie thrust like a wild thing. The Unknown orifice was warm, slightly moist, and at the perfect height. It seemed to draw him inward and caress zis big blue member with muscular contractions. JonDolar grabbed its “cheeks” and thrusted until zie exploded, injecting copious amounts of thick fluid into the Unknown. Holding the cheeks against zis thighs he slipped into a gorgeous PleasurTrance, member still rigid, a tingle spreading outward within zis body.

The angry, red tip of a long, cord-like tongue issued from the lower orifice of the Unknown as JonDolar started to climax. The tongue slithered in between JonDolar’s muscular thighs, past zis SeedSac, and into JonDolar’s own anal orifice, penetrating zim without formality. It wound its way deep within zim as the entranced JonDolar erupted again and again, in uncontrollable convulsions, incredulous as to this unexpected boon. Zis insides grew warm and numb, while zis powerful legs grew weak, and zis head swam in a sea of orgasmic, narcotic intoxication. JonDolar’s back arched to the point of breaking, zis spasms finally peaked, and then very slowly subsided. Aftershocks of PleasurPain rocked zis body and dissolved into the warming numbness emanating outward from zis lower intestinal tract, following the Unknown tongue deeper within zim.

Melting into post-carnal oblivion, JonDolar was only dimly aware of a choking sensation caused by the tongue cord as it finally slithered out, past zis own tongue and wound itself around zis neck. The lower orifice had been dilating in a dramatic fashion while JonDolar spent zis last seed. The powerful tongue cord folded JonDolar inward as zis bones jellied and zie slipped into a final PleasurPain, and venom-induced, unconscious state.

The gut-bag distended magnificently as the epidermal bag of mushy innards that was once the large, muscular body of the late JonDolar filled it.

The Unknown excreted a large, brown lump of what was left of a lonely, ObservStation officer from the Outer Reaches onto the hold floor—as it started the long digestion process of its latest kill.

For the first time during this trip, expelled waste was removed from Hold One robotically, vacuum-sealed in biohazard containment, and labeled for further study at the designated FedLab. The operation went seamlessly.

An addendum to the final report would eventually be made, by a FedLab Tech, as to the fate of the missing ObservStation officer—and JonDolar.

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