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Arnol was played by fa!Nuke
Outcast was played by fa!PervBunWalter
Fox Clone was played by fa!lauphingbronie

Note from fa!Nuke:
I acquired a bunch of royalty free music, ambiances and sound effects and I really wanted to try to make something a bit more epic. I'm pretty proud of how it came out, though I don't know if I'll make such a grand attempt in the future. I hope you enjoy this wildly epic smut.

The script is posted below!

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[Jungle ambi.]
[Crashing through brush, running.]

Arnol: Run! Get out of here! Back to the ship!

Arnol: [Suddenly grabbed and falling.] ARRGH!

[Thrashing.]

Arnol: No, no get off me!

[Laser blasts.]

Arnol: Fucking--what the hell is this thing??

[communicator beep.]

Arnol: Arnol to survey ship 1! I need help! There's some weird vine here and it's--

[SQUELCH!]

Arnol: AAAA! It's raping us! Blasters are useless! Oh god it's in my ass. Rafe and Sturge got are down! Please, is anyone there?

[communicator beep]

[Screaming and voices from far away.]

Arnol: Oh great spirit above! I can't [choking] breathe. It's got me... help—[mouth suddenly stuffed full.]

[Various being fucked noises.]

[Outcast's voice comes in distant and overlayed.]

Outcast: [In a soft, cooing voice, with an undercurrent of smug villainy.] Arnol... Arnol... Survey leader Arnol... wake up.

Arnol:  Huh? Wait. Where... I was just.

Outcast: There there. Dreams where you relive the trauma are common for this sort of thing. [Implying impending drone conversion.] Don't worry, you won't have them for long~

Arnol: [Bleary] A shark? We don't have a shark in our company.

Outcast: Nor do I have a wolf like you on my crew, but here we are. You may call me Outcast, Arnol. You are on my ship.

Arnol: That's impossible. The colony outlawed space travel-- huh? Wait, why... I can't move my arms. Did you tie me down?

Outcast: Oh yes. Well, not 'tied.' The restraints are a bit more advanced than rope. You'll find them harder to get free from. It's for your own safety. Wouldn't want /this/ coming out. [Note: He's fiddling with a spike in Arnol's tummy.]

Arnol:  Hey, that... that's weird. What'd you do?

Outcast: Lift your head and take a look.

Arnol:  [Pause.] Wh-What? What the fuck? What's this fucking hose clamped on my gut???

Outcast: Oh, not just /on/ your gut. /In/ it. See how swollen it is? No washboard abs for you, tough guy. Don't worry, you won't need those big muscles of yours much longer.

Arnol:  What the hell? Let me go!

Arnol:

Oucast: [Backing away.] Now now, I really wouldn't do that if I were you. Just relax. I'll come check on you soon.

[Automatic door open and close.]

Arnol:

[Metal strains and pops.]

Arnol: Got it! Fuck you, asshole, whoever you are. I'm getting the fuck out of here.

Arnol:

[Squelchy noises.]

Arnol: Holy shit that spike was inside me? How the fuck. It's a foot long. What... what's wrong with my gut?

[Squelchy noises.]

Arnol: AAA fuck! Wait...

[Squelchy noises.]

Arnol: Why does that feel... so good?

Arnol: What the fuck is wrong with me? I gotta get out of here.

[Door open.]

Arnol: [muttering to himself.] What *is* this place... no way it's a ship.

[Door close.]

[Eeery atmosphere.]

[Several failed beeps of attempting to open doors.]

Arnol: Come on... come on... Why won't any of these doors open?

[Squelchy noises.]

Arnol: Fuck. It's spreading. Hnnng. Feels good. God, my dick is hard, too. Gotta get out of here. Come on....

Arnol: Hnng oh fuck, my dick! What?? It's still getting... bigger.

Arnol:  Ohhh, that feels amazing. My dick. That can't be good. My dick's not supposed to be two feet long.

[success beep!]

[Arnol is going to get more and more slurry.]

Arnol: Finally! Aaarggh. My head.

[Thump.]

Arnol: Ugh, that's cold. What is... this...

[Long pause.]

Arnol: Oh no. That's... definitely not a screen. That's a window. That's our planet. I'm really in space.

Arnol:  What.. what's happening to me?

[Squelchy transformation noises.]

Arnol: No, not my fur... everything's... soft. My body... soft... hnngh. Drugs? I'm high as a kite... my head.

[Sudden deep strange sound, followed by some kind of bell or crack.]

Arnol:  I can see... I can see... everything.

[More squelchy noises.]

[Machinery whirring into place.]

Arnol: What the hell? No, get off. What the fuck is with this place? Who installs a fucking automatic... bondage... machine??

Outcast: Ahh, good. I'm glad I was able to predict your path so well. You'll have to forgive the deception, it's just so much less trouble when people transport themselves from the prep room to their final destination.

Arnol: Whatsh... are you doing to me? I can see... I can see everything.

Outcast: Well, you really did it to yourself. You took the inhibitor out. It was keeping back the infection from the plants. The ones the pirate consortium put them on your planet.

Arnol: Thath...whath?

Outcast: Brain feeling melted? Like all you want is something huge in your ass and your cock stroked and drained?

Arnol: See... everything.

Outcast: Yeah, you'll be a good navigation system, won't you? Let's fit this helmet on you... This will let you focus it. You should see yourself.

[A few seconds of whirring noises.]

Arnol: ...that'th not... where...

Arnol:

Outcast: Oh no, that giant, soft, translucent thing is you. Genetically manipulated into a fuel producing navigator. Feel my hand on your big, soft rear? Look at how your giant asshole gapes, begging for raw material to be cum-fuel. Don't worry, your distress will be gone soon enough.

[Whirring machine.]

Arnol:

Outcast: There we are. The fibers it's pushing in will hook you in to the ship's navigation controls. Your programming will be online in-- well, just about now.

Arnol: [Mechanize.]

Navigation programming online.
Installation report:
Transformation complete.
Original host memories stored.
Host personality traits in abeyance.
Merging successful.

Diagnostic report:
Quantum field navigation system: Online.
Navigator life support system: Online.
Rectal fuel conversion system: Online.
Penile fuel injection system: Online.

Status:
Fuel: 0% capacity.
Awaiting bio-matter injection.
Awaiting commands.
Alert! Urgent message: I want to cum. Please let me cum. Message ends.

Outcast: Ahh. That's adorable. Of course I'm going to let you cum. We have to get away from here before the space patrol enters the area.

[Muffled fox clone noises.]

Outcast: I keep fox clones right here in storage. The perfect biofuel for conversion. And they've got nice tight assholes for me to fuck. Get in there, fox. We're both eager for a good cum.

[Squelching anal vore noises.]

Outcast: That ass. I can never resist it.

Outcast: [Moaning and humping, 1 minute.] Oh, fuck yeah. You're halfway gone, fox. Hnnng I'm so close. [Moaning and humping, 10 seconds, followed by orgasm.]

Arnol: [Mechanize]

Insertion at 10%.
Insertion at 20%
Insertion at 50%
Error: Please complete insertion so fuel processing can begin.
Urgent message: Push all of him inside of me. I want to cum so badly. Message ends.

Outcast: Yes, yes, you needy thing. Let's push him the rest of the way in.

Arnol: [Mechanize.]
Insertion at 75%
Insertion at 90%
Insertion at 99%

[Pause.]

Outcast: Yes, let's just push on these toes.

Arnol: [Mechanize]
Insertion at 100%
Beginning conversion to semen-fuel.

[Squishy digesty noises.]

Arnol: [Mechanize.]
Awaiting navigational instructions.
Urgent message: Please tell me where to go so I can cum. Message ends.

Outcast: The Trilol cluster.

Anrol: [Mechanize.]
Course set for Trilol cluster.
Orgasm impending.
Pepare for jump.

[whirring up jump engine noises.]

Outcast: Mmmm. yes, I think you'll work out just fine.

Arnol: [Mechanize.]
[While cumming.] JUMP!

[Audio ends with loud ringing jumpdrive noise.]

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