DISCLAIMER: Pardon whatever you read in the following paragraphs. It's 11:26 at night, and my ideas are cracked. Simply put, this is Andalite smut. If you don't like it, leave now.


I lay bound across the floor, my tail sheathed, my legs tied, all dignity stripped from me. And all around me were nothing more than a collection of torture devices from across the galaxy thrice over.

My name is Natross-Colshin-Mashtei. Not like it will matter in a few hours. By then I'll be another casualty added to the list, as 'captured and executed'. If I'm lucky.

So, has the latest one been delivered? I heard a voice call from further up the ship. I groaned as I listened to him. Of all the vissers... damn. With a visser that held any other host my cause of casualty might actually match up. A few hours of torture, then killed brutally.

With Visser Three, I knew I was in wait for a much different fate.

Ah, good, good. Tell them I'll be in there for a few hours. I do not want to be disturbed. Plain and simple. He said, and then I heard the click-clack of hoofbeats as he headed my way.

I tried to relax, but I was held tightly in terror, not to mention in bonds. I heard a soft FWOOSH of air as the door slid open, and Visser Three swaggered in. The door clicked shut again, there we were. Alone.

I began to quiver, trying to roll onto my belly. It wasn't working. My stalk eyes whipped around, keeping watch over him, as I silently prayed to nothing in particular that he wouldn't hurt me in the way I expected.

He drew a sneer over his face, staring at the rope that held my wrists together. Oh, come on. You act worse than the fools I have to put up with daily. At least show some spirit.

Is it going to make my treatment any different? I snapped.

Good. You're learning. And technically, no. But it makes it more satisfying both ways. He grinned sadistically, as his tailblade eased forward and cut my arms free.

Nat, as much as I hate to say it, he's right. You're going to be dead in a few hours no matter what, so what do you have to lose? I told myself. I tried to bring a hand up to slap him, but he checked it.

You're going to have to try a little harder than that. He spoke. He grabbed a light for a second. I saw a flash, and then no more.

My eyes! I cried.

You'll only be blind for about a half hour. That's all the time I need. He spoke, as he moved around, undoing my ropes, and uncovering the sheath of my tail. I felt a prick of pain as my blade was removed, and then he cauterized the wound with a dracon beam set on low. I had no defense against him. Stand up.

I jumped to my hooves, wary, and hooves spread-planted. I felt his fingers trace from my eyes and on my back, up my torso, and over most of my body. Somtimes fast, sometimes slow. Varying angles and pressures. I was scared from the treatment.

And help me, I liked it.

After his hands, his tail began probing across my right foreleg, coiling around, constricting, and then releasing. He did this to all four of my legs. Then I felt his blade touch right along the abdominal part of my torso. It moved further back along my belly, snaking down, until it reached the area that was no longer the belly.

Lay down. He commanded. Obediently, I kneeled down, until I felt cold steel press against my belly. He slid down beside me, his tail already caressing. I just lay there, blind, bristling from his actions. His blade moved around almost as diversely as he did when he began with his hands. I said nothing, and yet I didn't need to. My face was beginning to contort in pleasure, saying all that needed to be said. I laid my head down on his shoulder.

Good, good. Just as I expected. He said appeciatively. I'll give you a few minutes to get your eyesight back before we start up again. He laid my upper body on the floor, as I could already see faint outlines of him. A big blue blob. It took a couple of minutes before my eyes saw in the detail thay had seen before I was blinded.

I noticed one wall of various torture instruments had dissapeared, as they had swung over and around to another area of the chambers. There was a blank wall, which I assumed was a cage door, seeing as how it was made of Ramonite. And the floor of this new section was no more than a pool of water. Not a Yeerk pool, just a normal body of water, about five or six feet deep, and twice as wide. The Visser was washing the fluid off his tailblade. I glanced up at him.

You can come over here now, if your sight has returned yet. He spoke to me. I pulled myself back up again, and walked over to the rim of the pool. I laid down again, letting my forehooves dangle in the water. I glanced back at him, as he sidled over, touching my hand, as though he actually cared about me. I tried to dismiss it, but somehow, I couldn't.

He placed a hand on the small of my back, and pushed me into the water. Cold. I complained, as I slipped in, my head barely staying above water. He tapped something, and the water began to warm up. Stop. That's the right temprature. I told him as the waters heated up. They held at the new temperature.

And then he slipped into the water. He grabbed around my shoulder, and put one hand over my main eyes. Listen carefully, child. You've gone too far to turn back now. There is nothing but you, me, and the sound of my voice. He quickly began to bring his hand down my spine, sending a shiver. Are you ready?

I hesitated slightly. There was something... not right. Not what was happening, but how. There was something he was hiding, but I couldn't tell what.Yes. I said. I am.

He moved behind me, but I rolled and countered him, trying to provoke him just a little further. He lunged again, grabbing hold of me. My head arched back, catching him along the cheek. He brought his hand through my face again, creeping it down my back and across my flank, until it reached my rump. He braced it firmly, but tenatively.

Ever so slowly, I felt him creep into me. I reached a hand back to catch him, and bring him closer. His arms circled around my upper torso, pressing himself into my back. We held like that, as things were beginning to heighten up.

I held into silence as I felt the climax, rolling into and over me with an unstoppable feeling. I felt nothing more than his own hot breath flare as he did the same. He nuzzled close into me, staying on as the feelings subsided. He swam us towards the edge of the pool, and I rested my arms there as he dismounted. I felt slick hands brace against me as he got out of the pool.

And then I snapped. I began to keen slightly, as the realization spread through me. I knew I was in for it. And yet...

What's wrong? He asked.

I... I... I stammered. I don't know! I just don't! You're acting absolutely contrary to what I had expected, and I'm... I'm... I'm just so confused.

Contrary to what you expected? He asked himself. What? You thought I was going to strap you into something, poke and probe you with various instruments, kill you off and then toss you to the Taxxons?

Well... not exactly, but... Oh, what's the use. As if I was going to last more than three hours in here? I spoke. At that moment I thought I had just condemned myself into the fate I expected.

You will. He spoke. You were just fine.

Huh? I asked him.

You haven't been the first I've tried this to. From the first encounter I began to look for desirable characteristics. The ones that act like passive, weak, sniveling fools get killed off quickly. If I wanted those types I'd torture my own troops. The ones that are too aggressive, arrogant, and self-serving go next during the blind treatment.They try to attack me, hurt me. Those get the same sort of treatment as a male Andalite prisoner. But you... He spoke, as he cocked my head up to look at him.You are a refreshing blend of the two. You've got some spunk in yourself, but not too much. You know how to act and react. You could have done very well as an intelligence agent, that is, if all of the Empire was as I am.

I bet you say that to all of them.

No. I mean it. You've been the first to pass my test. And you did rather well, I must say. And now you've got a choice. he spoke, ans his fingered wrapped around my wrist.

What choice? I asked him.

It's a simple one. The first choice is to just surrender now and... well... He strapped my hand down into the wall, as a needle closed in. It came close, then it backed off, not piercing the skin. He unstrapped my hand, comforting it. Then he brought his hand to my head, and pressed down gently. I felt my ear touch the surface of the water.That's the second choice.

And the third choice? I asked warily.

The same sort of thing you just did. You'll be protected from any other treatment. No torture, no infestation, no death... just that.

I cuddled in close against him. I... I suppose so. I began, but then I heard something.

NO!

Visser Three pushed off from me, splashing me into the pool. Or was he? What's going on?

Girl, he spoke, full of wrath, completely unlike himself. What's your name?

Natross-Colshin-Mashtei. Why?

You're a traitior, Natross. You turn against your own kind for your own self. Have you no honor?

What honor? The way I've been treated on domeships, they treat me as if I have none.

What about family?

None. I'm an orphan. My father was blind, and my mother died soon after birth. I have no relatives.

There has got to be something better than this.

No. There isn't. I'm not wanted on the homeworld. The military finds ways to humiliate me every step of the journey. I have nothing to lose. And this is the best recourse. I'm wanted. Appreciated. That is all I need. That is all I want.

Natross.... I felt a spasm rip through him. Pardon my host.

Your... your host? I quivered.

Yes. He gains control... sometimes. At certain points it's difficult to control him. Like just then. You'll get used to it... in time...

I suppose. I said, as he led me around to the cage door. I saw the Ramonite box tinted tomore inviting colors on the inside. Very comfortable for a small spot. There was already enough liquified grass for the day, and some water. I heard no wind or breeze, but there was a soft tune running through my ears.

I fell asleep, on my side and cushioned softly. There was nothing to fear anymore...

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