Decro leaned over the bar counter, lazily watching the occasional spaceship taking off or landing at the nearby harbour\. Nobody really came to Thalrex\-9: there were better waystation planets along the inter\-galactic trade route to lay over at\. Ones with better facilities at the harbour, better amenities for the crew, better service\. Not some backwater planet where an uncouth mechanic would offer to service your engine with his grimy tools\. You’d be lucky if your engine still worked after he was done\.

But what made Thalrex\-9 unappealing to large corporations made it a haven for smaller freighters\. Ships would stop by the harbour to refuel, while the crew made use of the time to top up food supplies and enjoy the planet’s limited entertainment options\. As Decro’s bar was the only one in town, he’d see a steady stream of transient guests, mixed with a few locals who needed an escape\.

The locals were okay; the one\-off customers were what Decro was wary of\. With so little customs regulation on Thalrex\-9, people also used it as a place to smuggle, trade, and store contrabands\. A lot of these smugglers caused trouble for the wolf: leaving without paying, damaging the furniture, and even picking fights with other customers—including Decro\. After all, they were likely never coming back\. Still, work was work\. So long as it brought in money, Decro would continue to run the bar\.

“How much?” came a gruff voice\.

“Forty\-seven uni\-credits\.” Decro swiftly broke out of his daydream, pointing to the payment scanner on the bar\.

The bear got up from his seat and tapped his wristband on the scanner, paying for his crew’s drinks for the night\. The group filtered out the door, leaving the bar empty again\. Decro grabbed the cloth hanging off a hook and got to wiping the tables\.

The Starfall Bar; that was his life now\. About 8 years ago, the wolf was forced to flee his home planet in the midst of an escalating war\. He cashed in on a favour with a crew member on a freighter ship, who smuggled the desperate wolf on board\. He was then let off on the first planet the ship stopped at: Thalrex\-9\.

Thalrex\-9 wasn’t a particularly popular place\. Orbiting a dying dwarf star, it was essentially in an eternal nighttime\. Everything here looked like it was dying; a bleak reflection of its star\.

After searching everywhere for a job but to no avail, he found an unused structure of poured concrete and water\-stained panels, haphazardly constructed between two abandoned loading warehouses\. The landlord let him take over the place in exchange for free drinks at the bar the wolf was going to set up\. One day, the landlord disappeared\. Nobody came to kick Decro out of the place, and so he kept the bar\.

Despite the limited space, he managed to squeeze five tables into the bar\. The bar counter was made from a salvaged table and wooden panels that he had repainted\. A blue and pink neon sign hung over the front of the door, stating “Starfall Bar” in classy script\. The sign was the hardest to maintain: it required patching up tubes as they cracked, replacing corroded wiring, and topping up with argon gas as it leaked\.

All the effort to run the bar was worth it, though\. Every rude customer and every tiring day was a step closer to him saving up enough money to get off this planet\. But for now, though, he’d do his best\.

The door opened and a dragon walked in\. There was a sharp, weathered look in his eyes, and his left horn had been chipped\. “Table for three,” he sneered\.

Decro nodded towards an empty table and the dragon sat down\. His crew, a hawk and a tiger, followed suit and sat down\. The wolf went to the bar to fetch some menus, handed it to them, and waited for them to order\.

The three customers sat patiently as Decro made his way to their table\. The dragon was watching him intently while the hawk and tiger looked around the bar\. Holding the menu out without saying anything, Decro let the dragon take it first\. Then the hawk grabbed it from the dragon’s hand and the tiger leaned over to glance at the drink menu\.

“House specials?” the dragon asked the other two\.

The hawk and tiger shrugged nonchalantly\.

“Give us the house specials,” the dragon said to Decro\.

The wolf took the menus back to the bar\. Behind the bar were rows of wooden barrels where the batches had been brewing for weeks\. He had mixed together a blend of barley and oats into a fermenting mash, later adding citrus and ginger to give it its sharpness\. The barley and oats were cheap ingredients he could barter for at the market\. The citrus and ginger were more exotic, so he was more careful about rationing those\. Then to give more “weight” to the drinks, he usually threw in stale bread he could scavenge\. Shabby ingredients for shabby customers\.

He twisted a tap from the side of the barrel, pouring a dark brown beer into three glass mugs\. The glasses, which had started out clear years ago, had turned cloudy over the years, much like the beer that now sits in them\. He loaded them onto a round wooden tray and brought them to the three customers\. As he was about to set the tray on the table, the hawk reached out to his crotch and gave it a firm grope\.

Decro flinched from the touch and the tray tilted, sending the glasses clattering across the table and spilling the beer everywhere\.

“What the fuck?\!” the dragon shouted as the three customers dragged their chairs back, escaping the waterfall of beer\.

His voice sounded angry, but his eyes shot a look of amusement at the hawk and his mouth was twisted into a grin\. The tiger, too, was chuckling\. But Decro knew better than to confront them\.

“Apologies\. I’ll get you another batch\.” He motioned to another table\. “You can sit there instead\.”

He picked up the tray and glasses, then went back to the bar to fill 3 new glasses with beer\. His eyes flicked to the trio; they had returned to their murmured conversations again\. The wolf leaned over the glasses and spat into each one\. Then he loaded them onto a clean tray and brought them over\.

Their murmurings ceased as Decro came over\. Steeling himself for any nasty surprises, he carefully set the beer on the table\. This time, there were no uninvited gropes and he set the glasses on the table\. As he turned to leave, the dragon grabbed his wrist\. His other hand gave the wolf’s rear a squeeze\. Decro glared at the smirking dragon\.

“Unhand me,” the wolf said firmly\.

The three laughed\. The hawk gave Decro’s pecs a squeeze\. The tiger’s hand grabbed the wolf’s crotch, rubbing it up and down\.

“Unhand you, or what?” The dragon pulled the wolf closer, continuing to feel up the wolf’s glutes with great indulgence\. “What are you going to do? Beat us all up?”

Decro glared but said nothing\. The dragon was right; there was no police force on Thalrex\-9, nobody here who’d get involved in a fight\. So he begrudgingly watched as the three customers had their way with his body\. The tiger’s other hand slid under Decro’s shirt, tracing his abs\. The hawk found the wolf’s nipples through his shirt and gave them a little squeeze\. Then the tiger squeezed Decro’s balls hard, shooting pain through his guts\.

“Gghf\!” Decro gasped in pain\.

The groping went on for a few more moments until the dragon released his wrist\. The dragon and the hawk withdrew their hands\. Then the tiger gave Decro’s bulge one final, painful squeeze before patting the bulge mockingly\.

“Good boy,” the dragon sneered\.

The three laughed again\. Decro pulled away, retreating to the safety of the bar\. As the trio returned to their hushed conversations, the wolf took a few moments to recover from the assault\. What the trio did to him was\.\.\. violating, to say the least\. But there was nothing he could do about it\.

So he steeled himself, then took a rag from the bar and began wiping up the spill from the previous table\. Then went back to the bar and pretended to check on the barrels\. He deliberately avoided looking at their table, lest he caught their attention for another round\. So he kept to himself and focused on his various chores, ignoring the occasional laughter that came from their table\.

Eventually, the trio emptied their glasses, left money on the table, then stood up and left\. The door opened and closed, and they were gone\. The wolf waited a minute before making his way to their table\. The money was laid out on the table in crumpled bills\. Decro reached for them, but their texture felt off: they were too flimsy\. He examined a bill\. The printing was blurry and the ink was smudged\.

They were fake\.

He scoffed then tossed the fake money in the trash\. Another day, another night on Thalrex\-9\.

The bar was mostly quiet that night\. When it came to closing time, Decro wiped down the bar one last time with a rag\. Then he counted cash from the till, slipped it into an envelope, then put it into his pocket\. Then he turned off the lights, flipped the sign on the door from “open” to “closed”, then exited into the cold night\. As he locked the door, he looked up at the flickering neon sign\.

“Starfall Bar” said the faithful sign\.

The wolf sighed, then made his way back home\. The street was empty save for dockside warehouses rising on either side\. Spaceships landed and took off in the harbour nearby\. The rumble of engines echoed across the industrial district\. Thalrex\-9 was never bright: it orbited a dying dwarf star, leaving the planet in a cycle of dusk and night\. It had been years since Decro felt the warmth of the sun in his face\. Maybe someday\.

Decro trudged towards his apartment\. Eighteen hours of standing always left his feet sore\. Then it was back to bartending the next day\. Six days of work a week, five hours of sleep each night\. He only took Wednesdays off to rest\. His body was always tired, but he needed the money\. He had saved for eight years already; one day he would have enough money to leave this godforsaken planet\.

He came to a stretch of road that went past abandoned warehouses\. Crates and trash bags lined the street\. There was only the sound of his footsteps\. Then there was the sound of a second set of footsteps behind him\.

Fuck\. It better not be a mugger\. He had been mugged before, so he had learnt to vary the nights he brought his hard\-earned money home\. But tonight was a bad night to be robbed: he was bringing home the past 2 weeks of earnings\.

He stole a quick glance behind him\. It was the dragon again, about fifteen paces away\. Their gaze met\.

“What do you want?” Decro asked\.

The dragon smirked faintly before taking a step forward\.

“Did you think we were done?”

Decro’s body tensed\. His fists clenched at his sides\. This was definitely a threat\. Then he felt movement behind him\. He turned, finding himself face to face with the hawk and tiger\. They moved swiftly, grabbing his arms\. The dragon came over with quick strides, then swung his fist at the wolf’s head\.

The punch was enough to knock him out, and everything went black\.

Decro came to with a pounding headache\. He took deep breaths, trying to clear his blurry vision\. He was in a steel cargo hold of a small ship with his wrists cuffed to some pipes overhead\. The trio must’ve taken him to their ship\. His body ached; he must’ve been in this position for quite some time\. His clothes were scuffed too\. His shirt and pants were torn and wet in some places, with his fur showing through\.

“Urft\.”

Pulling at the cuffs only made the metal bite into his wrists more painfully\. With no way to escape, he sat back against the wall and looked around\. The cargo hold was small\. Metal walls, a few steel crates of cargo, and a single door\. The door swung open, and the hawk and tiger came over, carrying a duffel bag\.

“Hey\! Why the fuck am I here?”

“You’ll see,” the hawk chuckled\.

The hawk grabbed Decro’s shirt and tore it open, ripping the buttons out\. The shirt hung open, exposing the wolf’s bare chest\. The hawk’s hand slid down and groped the wolf’s crotch through his pants\.

“Fuck\!”

Decro jerked back, kicking his leg\. His foot connected with the hawk’s beak and the hawk stumbled back in pain\.

“You little bastard\.”

The hawk recovered, rubbing his beak\. He glared at Decro, then grabbed his shoes and yanked them off, followed by his socks\. Then he dug his claws into Decro’s shirt and tore it off him\.

“Hey\! Stop—”

Decro’s protests earned him a punch to the face\. Then the hawk resumed stripping him\. He tore through the wolf’s pants too, yanking the scraps of fabric off him and tossing them to the side\. The wolf sat on the cold metal floor in his underwear, managing to hold a look of defiance in spite of his fear and confusion\. The hawk smirked at the change of attitude\. Then he tore the underwear off too\.

He then opened the duffel bag, and pulled out a body suit\. The material was latex\-like with ports connected along the spine\. Tiny wires and electrodes lined the inside of the suit\.

“Help me with this\.”

The tiger came to assist\. The captors grabbed the wolf as he struggled to struggle, forcing him into the suit through the open slit in the back\. They managed to slide his legs into place, then adjusted the excess material around his waist and abs\.

Then the hawk stood up and unlocked the cuffs on Decro’s wrists\. But before the wolf could make a move, the hawk put his neck in a chokehold\. While the wolf was restrained, the tiger swiftly forced his arms into the suit too\. Then the hawk cuffed Decro’s wrists in place again\.

The hawk then pulled the rest of the suit up the wolf’s chest and shoulders, ending at his neck\. The tiger took a tube of latex glue from the duffel bag, then helped to seal the back together while the hawk held the flaps in place\.

The suit was loose\. Obviously, it wasn’t meant for someone of his size\. But not for long, though\. The tiger took a heat gun and worked it over the suit\. As the material shrank, it tightened around Decro’s body, pressing into his fur and hugging his muscles\. Within minutes, the shiny suit was a skintight layer around the wolf’s athletic body\.

The hawk uncuffed Decro again\.

“Get up\. Try anything stupid again, and I’ll make sure you won’t be walking anywhere for the rest of your life\.”

He pulled Decro’s wrists up, forcing the wolf into standing position\. Then he turned the wolf around and cuffed his hands behind his back with a click\.

“Let’s go\.”

The hawk led the way, and the tiger shoved Decro along\. They exited the cargo hold into a narrow corridor\. The spaceship wasn’t big: the corridor was barely one arm’s length across, and ten paces from end to end\. One sign indicated that the navigation bridge and living quarters were up the ladder to the right, and the engine room was down the other ladder to the left\. The tiger shoved him to the left and they walked to the ladder\. The ladder led down through a hole in the floor, revealing the engine room below\.

“You first,” said the hawk\.

“I can’t climb with my hands behind my back\.”

The hawk smirked and shoved Decro forward, sending him tumbling down\. His head hit the steel wall below with a loud clang as metal struck bone\. Pain flashed through his mind as blood streamed down his forehead\. Then he landed hard on the engine room floor\. Decro’s vision flashed white and his head was in immense pain\.

He barely had time to recover when the hawk and tiger were beside him\.

“Get up\.”

The hawk pulled him to his feet, and the wolf stumbled as he tried to find his balance\. As his vision cleared, he could see they were in another small room\. The ship’s engine filled the centre of it, with a narrow walkway that went around it\. In the centre of the room was a chamber with blue lights\. The door was open, revealing an empty mount where something used to stand\. Numerous cables connected to the mount\.

The dragon stood in front of the chamber\. At his feet was a dark figure: a shrivelled up body\. Its skeleton was visible through its dull, dark skin, as if its life had been drained out of it, leaving only an empty husk\. Around it on the floor was a body harness, circular discs with glowing panels, and a bunch of cables\.

Wait\. Was this a bio\-reactor engine? Weren’t those banned decades ago?

Bio\-reactor engines ran on people’s vitality\. Factories would put life\-sentence prisoners into these engines as living batteries, draining their life force to power spaceships for twenty to thirty years until the person was a literal husk\. Then the corpse would be discarded and replaced with a fresh prisoner\. Then a regulation probe found that civilians had been kidnapped off rural planets to power these batteries, and the Intergalactic Federation was forced to ban the use of such engines altogether\.

But here was one such engine\. The corpse there meant that the engine was now without power, unless someone took its place\.

The hawk unlocked the cuffs\.

Decro made a quick assessment of the situation\.

“Recognise this engine?” the dragon smirked\.

“It’s a bio\-reactor—”

Decro interrupted his explanation with a punch to the jaw\. Then he turned around and grabbed the tiger, swinging him into the path of the hawk’s punch\. Then he scrambled for the ladder up\. He was halfway up when the hawk grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him down\. Then the tiger was upon him too, throwing punches at his face and chest\.

“Enough,” the dragon said\. “Bring him back\.”

The hawk and tiger dragged Decro to his feet and forced him back to the dragon\.

“You really thought you could take all three of us?”

Decro’s breaths were ragged and painful\. His chest was burning from the blows\. The dragon punched him in the ribs, sending the wolf back to the ground\.

“You fucking deserve what happens next\.”

He kicked Decro in the face, eliciting a soft cough\. The wolf had no fight, no resistance left in him\. The dragon picked up the gear that was sitting beside the corpse\. First was a large circular disc\. One side was indented, ending in a glowing blue cap\. On the other side was a swirling, shimmering black\. The dragon plunged Decro’s left leg into the shimmering surface, but it didn’t come out on the other side\. Instead, the dragon slid the ring up the wolf’s shin and knee, coming to the widest part of his thigh\.

“It’s a portal ring\.” The dragon smirked\.

The wolf’s left leg was gone, tucked away in some pocket dimension, leaving only half a thigh\. The dragon fastened three clamps on the sides of the disc, making them dig into Decro’s flesh and securing the portal in place\. Then he did the same to the wolf’s right leg too\. He then used a smaller portal disc over Decro’s tail, making it vanish\. Then he closed the clamps of the disc against the base of the wolf’s spine, securing it in place\.

“Hold him up\.”

He then shifted Decro into a sitting position\. The tiger came over to support the wolf’s feeble body\. The wolf managed a defiant glare at the dragon, but there were tears in his eyes\.

The dragon savoured the wolf’s fear\. Then he took another portal disc, slid Decro’s arm into it, then clamped it in place\. The wolf twitched what was left of it: a short stub that ended in a glowing cap\. Then the other arm went too\. he dragon grabbed the harness from the floor\. It had straps that would go around his chest, shoulders, sides, back, and crotch\. Untangling the mess of straps, the dragon struggled to get it on, but he eventually managed\. He pulled the buckles tight, constricting the wolf’s latex\-clad body\.

Then he picked up a mask with a glowing visor\. Its mouth had a central port with an inner tube that would sit in his maw\. Two more tubes were attached to either side of it\. The wolf groaned as the dragon put the mask on him\. The tube gag kept his mouth open as the mask was strapped in place\. His vision was tinted blue\. The dragon buckled the straps around his head, holding it in place\.

Decro couldn’t bear to look at himself\. Bruised, battered, and now, limbless\. And his fate wasn’t looking good either\. The dragon lifted him up, much lighter now that his limbs were gone\. He carried the wolf over to the engine’s reactor chamber, flipped him upside down, then positioned him in the mount\. The mount had supports for his shoulders, hips, and thighs to hold him in place\.

The dragon shifted the wolf’s body until his suit’s spinal ports connected to the mount’s probes\. As the suit was plugged into place, Decro felt his body tighten, almost as if his skin was being pulled back towards his spine\. The harness was then buckled into place on the mount, and the neck cuff was clamped around his neck\. The two tubes on his mask were connected to the mount to provide his life support\.

“Let’s see what you’re packing, shall we?”

With his claw, the dragon carefully used his claw to make a slit in the suit at Decro’s crotch\. Then he started massaging the sheath with firm squeezes\.

“Mfntt\!”

Decro protested, but his body betrayed him\. The tapered tip of his cock emerged from his sheath and out of the slit of his suit\. With each stroke, his manhood grew longer until it was at full mast\.

“Impressive\.” The dragon grasped the shaft and squeezed, making Decro squirm\. “Do we have a spare portal disc? Get me one for his cock\.”

The tiger brought a disc over and the dragon placed it over Decro’s dick\. The canine shaft disappeared, reappearing in the second disc that the tiger was holding\. The tiger stroked it, and Decro felt the feline’s touch on his sensitive flesh\. He twisted his body, but the harness held him in place\.

“Can I have a go? With his mouth\.”

“Let me finish the installation first\. Then you can have your fun\.”

The dragon slowly pulled a lever on the side of the mount, causing a curved probe to extend from it from behind Decro, pressing against his latex\-encased rear\. As the dragon pushed the lever down, the probe’s tapered tip extended into the wolf’s anal tunnel, stretching the latex as it entered\. Its shaft widened along its length, impaling the wolf on its sizable girth and spreading his sensitive insides\.

“Mftt\!” Decro gasped through his mouth tube, unable to scream\.

“Go for it\.”

The dragon stepped back and the tiger took his place\. The tiger knelt down and brought Decro’s portalled dick to his mask and pushed it into the mouth tube\. The wolf’s own dick filled his mouth, and he gagged\. He squirmed and writhed, unable to get away from his helpless position\. His tongue pushed against his cock to try and push it out, but it only served to stimulate himself further\. Decro’s eyes watered as he could barely breathe\. The taste of his own precum leaked onto his tongue\.

“Like the taste?” the tiger taunted\. “That’s all you, wolf\. All you\.”

He pulled Decro’s dick out of his mouth then tossed it to the ground\. The wolf yelped with the impact as it hit the ground\. The tiger stood up and unzipped his pants\. The mount was positioned perfectly so that the wolf’s mouth was at waist height, perfect for fucking\. As the feline fished out his cock, Decro whimpered\.

The tiger held the wolf’s head in place and thrust in\.

“Grrhk\!”

Decro gagged as his throat stretched to accommodate the cock filling his mouth\. The tiger slid his dick all the way down the wolf’s throat, then slowly pulled back\. Then he thrust again\. The wolf’s vision swam as he struggled to breathe\. His chest burned as the tiger fucked his mouth relentlessly\. Each thrust hit the back of his throat, causing his body to jerk in response\. His stump arms flailed about helplessly\.

The tiger’s pace quickened as his breathing grew ragged\. His grunts grew louder as he gripped Decro’s head, using it like a warm fleshlight\.

“Mffht\!” The wolf’s throat bulged as the cock slammed into him\.

The wolf’s whimpers were muffled by the shaft in his mouth\. He could feel the tiger getting close\. Sure enough, the tiger’s thrusts became erratic, then he hilted his rod in Decro’s maw\. His cock swelled and pumped, spewing stream after stream of thick cum flooding the wolf’s throat\.

Decro couldn’t breathe, not with the cock choking him\. Then the tiger finally pulled out, and the wolf gasped through a mouthful of cum\. He swallowed some of it by accident, getting it into his windpipe\. Violent coughs gripped his body\. But there was no time to recover\. The hawk took the tiger’s place with his eager cock\. He thrust in, plugging up the wolf’s mouth and keeping the tiger’s cum in\.

“Gnfff…”

The wolf was forced to suck fervently so he could get air into his lungs\. Each gasp caused him to swallow the mixture of cum, precum, and sweat\.

The hawk’s cock was girthier than the tiger’s as he thrust slowly but firmly, grinding his crotch against the wolf’s muzzle\. Decro could feel every vein on it with his tongue\. The hawk groaned as his rhythm built\. Slower but deeper\. He pushed to the back, held it there, then pulled back\. Back and forth, back and forth\. The wolf’s jaw ached as his throat was further ravaged by the hawk’s merciless assault\. With one explosive burst of cum, the hawk pulled out\.

Then the dragon came in\. The dragon’s dick was ridged and scaled, bumps along its shaft distinctly different from the other cocks that had used Decro\. He thrust in with swift efficiency, fucking the wolf’s mouth with precision\.

The ridges dragged against the wolf’s tongue and the inner walls of his throat, rubbing his throat raw\. Within minutes, the dragon was growling\. His cock pulsed as his cum came out bitter and salty, mixing with the two other loads swirling in the wolf’s stomach\. The taste was vile and Decro felt sick to the stomach\.

The dragon pulled out, leaving the wolf with a mouthful of cum\. Finally, a chance to breathe\. But before Decro could spit out the cum in his mouth, the dragon picked up the wolf’s portalled cock\. He pushed the dick into the mouth tube, sealing the cum within\.

“Mfnghtt\!”

Leather straps from the portal were connected to the mask and buckled tight, trapping the cum in his mouth\. He would have to taste it for the entire flight\. The dragon stepped back, followed by the tiger and hawk\. The reactor door slid open, revealing a tiny chamber just large enough for the mount\. They pushed Decro inside and the door slid closed, sealing the chamber\.

“Enjoy the journey\. You have a lot more trips to make\.”

The dragon stepped out of the chamber and slid the door closed\. The chamber was sealed, and the lights dimmed\. Then the mount glowed blue as the reactor hummed to life\. A torrent of agony pulsed through Decro as his life force was drained from every cell\. Around him, the engine roared to life with a powerful trembling\. The ship took off from the ground, then shot into the vastness of space\.

Decro could barely register his fate through the pain that engulfed his body\. All he could do was to hang on to his consciousness as life was ripped from his body in a continuous stream of pain\. He screamed, and he would continue screaming for years and years, until his body would finally give out and his husk of a corpse would be thrown away\. But until then, he’d be a living battery inside the sealed chamber, with nobody to hear his screams\.

Orbiting a dying dwarf star, the citizens of Thalrex\-9 lived in an eternal night\. On a quiet street stood a small bar with a “Closed” sign hanging in its glass door\. A neon sign was mounted in its window that said “Starfall Bar” in blue and pink script\.

A gust of wind blew, stirring a cloud of dust from the streets\.

The neon sign flickered in desperation, one of the few sources of colour left on the dull street\. Then there was a final burst of light, and the sign went out for the last time\.