This chapter has been rewritten for editing purposes. (In other words it was a wall of text before I edited it xD )

Kaetila

I awoke in a Ramonite box. There was no light, so I could not see. But I could tell that my tail was clamped back and my arms were clamped forward, reaching straight in front of me. I had been waiting in here for hours.

I could tell they had fixed me; operated on my chest so I could breathe, and removed the glass bits from my fur. But I was still sore and very tired. I was also petrified. Now I would become a slave host for a filthy slug. I would be infested, all my secrets laid bare. I shuddered at that thought.

Not only that, but I would be another Andalite host slave. In fact, I would be the second only Andalite ever to be infested by a Yeerk. Shame overwhelmed me and I forced myself not to cry as I lay in the box. I was beginning to wish I'd just died in the fighter.

Ten minutes passed before the sound of hooves clopping on steel made me jump.
(Good, very good.)

I groaned mentally. It was the Visser!

(Open the box.)
The wall in front of me disintegrated. The Visser was standing a few feet back, Hork-Bajir controllers standing to the side of him and more behind him, all heavily armed. He stared at me for a second, then burst into laughter.

(Well, you don't look very comfortable.)

I said nothing in reply. He seemed thoughtful for a moment, then eye smiled.

(Take the restraints off of her arms and legs.) He ordered.
The Hork-Bajir nearest to my box began to protest. (But she'll-)

FWAPP! The Visser struck at the Hork-Bajir, cutting off his hand!

"AAAAGH! GHAAA! UUUuuhh!"
(Get out of my sight.) The Visser ordered calmly. (You.) He pointed to another one. (Take off her restraints.)

He did so, obeying his Visser quickly.

I slowly got up, and came out. As I straightened my torso, nearly a dozen dracon beams were leveled at me instantly. I looked around at the wary Hork-Bajir with my eyestalks and settled my main eyes on the Visser, keeping my tail low.

He looked at me, in my eyes. I stared him back, trying to be unafraid.

His tail whipped forward and I involuntarily cringed as it did.
The collar around my neck remained on, but he snapped off the restraints on my tail.
He whipped it again and off came my tail blade.
I screamed at the sudden pain. My eyestalks flew back to stare at my blade.

(M-my tail!) I cried out in horror. Was I to be tortured and slowly cut apart rather than infested?
He spoke to a human controller, but I was too much in pain to notice. The human came forward.
He plunged a needle into my tail. I cried out again, a little frightened, but soon the pain went away, and I relaxed. A Hork Bajir cauterized the wound with a dracon beam a moment later.

I felt confused as the human controller hastily backed away, even though my blade was gone.
Gone! I stared at the place where my blade had once been with my stalk eyes. I had been…made into a vecol? Why? I could morph and demorph, regenerate my blade of course, but the Visser would surely stop me.

I blinked rapidly, realizing everyone was staring at me. Even worse, they were all looking much more relaxed now, though they still had their hands on their weapons. Of course, why would they fear the vecol prisoner? My main eyes stopped scanning and I looked down, at the floor. I felt so humiliated suddenly. I had gone from powerful Andalite enemy to helpless cripple. I kept my main eyes on the Visser but found I could not look him in the eyes.

The Visser was watching me and a look of satisfaction came on his face.

(Good. Now come with me, to my quarters.) The Visser said.

What?

"But Visser she could-" The human controller who had injected me with pain killer said.
FWAPP
This one was just knocked out for a while.

(Anyone else wish to question me?) the Visser eye smiled and looked around the room with his eyestalks.

No one did.

I followed the Visser out of that room, and down a series of hallways. No doubt about it. I was on the blade ship. His main eyes looked ahead, but his stalk eyes kept looking back at me, watching me. I felt suddenly even more frightened of him alone than with the Hork-Bajir guards holding me. They merely stood behind now. His stalk eyes never left me and I felt incredibly self-conscious.

Watching to see if I ran away? Where would I go? We were probably in space now, though that wouldn't prevent me from trying.

He stopped at a door, punched numbers into a keypad beside it and the door slid open.
(Here we are.) He said with an odd smile in his eyes. His tone was strangely friendly. He motioned me forward with a hand. I slowly moved up beside him, feeling incredibly small next to him. He towered over me.

I looked inside with my main eyes, my stalk eyes on him. It was a small room, but definitely not too small. You could have seated about two dozen Andalites in there comfortably. Though they definitely wouldn't have been very comfortable being on a Visser's blade ship, which, at the moment, I certainly wasn't...
(Go in.) He said, surprisingly gently.
I did, slowly, wary. I found it incredibly hard to breathe with him watching me this way. I kept expecting him to suddenly strike out at me. It was cool, almost freezing in the room. I quivered.

What did he want?

(Lie down.) He ordered. I bristled.

I lied down on my stomach, slowly. Believe me, I really, really, really did not want to. But now with no tail blade and no method to defend myself, there was also no choice.

He came up beside me, a little behind me. He lifted a hand and stroked my spine once, going up, as he came towards my front and torso. It left no doubt in my mind to what he wanted and I breathed in sharply.

He lied down in front of my torso, one leg tucked under elegantly.
(You know,) He began. (You are quite nice on the eyes) He began to stroke my arms and shoulders. At times touching my neck.

Nice? I said, without thinking.

He grinned at me. I felt like screaming and jumping out one of the small windows into cold, dark, starry space. That's how that grin made me feel.
(Very, very pleasant,) The Visser raised the back of his hand to my cheek, drawing his knuckles in a feather light kiss across it. I merely stared back at him, barely breathing. Then he moved close to me. He wrapped his arms around my torso, pressing his chest to mine. He put his cheek to the top of my head. I resisted a strong, and I mean strong urge, to kick him.
He brought one hand down and stroked between my front legs. I won't lie - it tickled and it made me shiver a little.
(You are beautiful.) He said, quietly.

No. I thought. Not in a million years. Not for all the dome ships, looks, rank, and respect in all the galaxy would I ever, ever give you my body. Sure, I had done it before with Princes in the past but…but this was my enemy.

He continued stroking my lower torso. It felt good...and it scared the life out of me that it felt good...I sucked in a shaky breath finally and he reacted by smiling again.
(How about we...make a deal?)

I pulled my head away from his and stared, terrified, into his eyes.
He laughed a little.

(Nothing too unsavory. You would be mine…every night. And in exchange you would be free.)
(Free.) I said, laughing inside at how insane his line of thinking was. Free!
How ridiculous! He was offering me a whole different type of slavery in exchange for slavery!
On the other hand...I wouldn't be infested...I wouldn't have to experience the horror of a Yeerk in my head, watching my shame, controlling my body, fighting and killing innocents with my blade. There'd be no danger of being made to fight in battle... What? Was I actually considering this? HAH! Maybe there'd be no danger of dying in battle, but did I really think that someone who could lop of hands easily would be gentle with me, just because I was his...well...

I didn't even want to think about just how bad it could turn out... What he might do...
What about if the other Andalites found out? What if it got back to my people. They would not be so understanding...
My reputation had been like swimming through mud to build. If I did this and it got back to my people, my reputation would be the least of my worries. What would they do to such a traitor? Prison? Removal of my tail blade? Execution?

What would life be like as his…mistress? Constantly looking over my shoulder and fearing not only his wrath and abuse but the day he might become bored of me and the wrath of my own people as well.

(No.) I said softly, barely audible.
(What?) He said, moving his body even closer to mine. He hadn't heard me and his hand was lightly stroking my back now.

(N-no! NO!) I said, looking him in the eyes, my voice quavering.

He stared into my eyes. For a moment, it was a glare. Then it softened. Then it hardened into indifference.

(Very well.) He said, coldly.

He lightly shoved me away, not very roughly, but almost like he was annoyed and felt that he'd wasted time. Then he strode over to the door. It slid opened after he pushed some buttons on a keypad. He leaned his torso out the door, peering at someone there and saying something to them.
A guard that he must have posted while he was talking to me, came in a second later.

(Take...Princess...) He said my title mockingly and waved a hand toward me. (...Kaetila to her new master.) He said, sounding very bored.

I was seized roughly by the Hork-Bajir and dragged down the hall. He stood out in the hall watching me as I was dragged away. I watched him with my stalk eyes as I was dragged along. He looked and seemed somewhat disappointed. Then as I watched, he sneered and turned away.

Okay, sorry if that was freaky nasty, but I was like, hmm...Andalite male host. Andalite female. ONLY Andalite female within a billion light years or so. Hmmm. Making a serious connection here... Oh come on, he's a GUY! What do you expect?! Honestly! Anyways. Hope you liked that...

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