========== Prisoner ==========
He had probably been stalking Wander for some time.
That day, the cheerful wanderer decided to exceed his plan of doing good deeds in one go, visiting about seven planets. Upon finding himself on the eighth on his personal list, the only remaining mission was to befriend Hater, make him a little happier, and save innocent citizens.
The crowd, moving chaotically to escape for their lives, the citizens of Metos-6 were frustrated, distressed, and judgmental of the Wander running toward Hater. No wonder, since such "attempts to resolve things peacefully" are usually undertaken by amateurs, forcing the invaders to move on to more violent attacks.
In the huddling of folk mixed with watchdogs, the traveler's hat was caught on someone's blaster.
"Lost something?" - Peepers said with a playful tone
Sharply turning around at the familiar voice, Wander got pushed and collapsed into the unpredictable stream of creatures.
"Buddy, in case you haven't noticed, you have to evacuate the OTHER way!" - Sylvia said, quickly pulling the traveler out of the crush.
"Yes, Syl..." - Wander cast a guilty look at his friend
- But Hatey clearly needs help! He'll never be able to stop destroying and conquering everything around him if he doesn't figure things in his soul out!
- And we'll all be fried alive if we don't get out of here in time!
Sylvia took a deep breath
- I appreciate your enthusiasm to help, really, but now's not the time, buddy.
- You're probably right... W-wait! I'll fetch my hat, okay?
- Please don't take too long.
- You got it!
Sylvia headed for the opposite end of the planet, promptly helping the others escape. While Wander, on the other hand, was sneakily approaching the Commander despite the panicked cauldron of citizenship.
"I've got it. There you go." - Peepers suddenly handed the hat to the owner
Wander didn't like that nice voice. Right from the start he sensed something off about it. It sounded fake. And that's not surprising, since c-peeps had always been against the furry banjo-loving guy.
- Thank you very much, sir!
- Were you heading to the ship? I can let you in.
Wander hesitated before answering.
- There was that, but I really have to go now. Thanks again!
Turning around, he followed the flow of the crowd
"You know, you don't have to be thatselfish," said Peepers
Wander kept up his pace for a while, but then he stopped and turned around. The Commander took it as a sign of trust.
"We'd better hurry," commander announced as he approached Wander, "We've got
Lord Hater needing help out there, remember?"
Peepers was friendly, which made the space tourist ashamed of his suspicions. He didn't want to be that guy who didn't trust anyone. And so they reached the entrance of the Skullship. "Coincidentally", Lord of Evil was already waiting for them on the threshold.
"Hiiii! Look, so, here's the deal, why don't we talk about the whole..."
Wander looked down at the blood-soaked, screaming mess that was going on
"..thing? It's just not right to treat anyone the way you're treating them."
"Perhaps I can help you find less-" he had to stumble a bit to catch his breath "-destructive methods of relieving stress? Just stop taking over Metos-6, please!"
- So, in exchange for this little planet, I can have you?
- Huh, uhh, that's an interesting way of putting it, but I-
"Stop the invasion immediately!" - Hater shouted
- Sooooo...?
- Oh, that's so heroic of you, Hatey! Y-yeah, sure, whatever you want, just promise to be kind to others!
Wander ended up on the ship, but Hater didn't keep his promise.
The door shut tight.
Wander was taken to Hater's room. Sitting down on the bed, Wander swung his legs around and began to ask about Lord's interests aside conquering the galaxy. He was obviously trying to find something harmless (to creatures around Hater) to do, as he added ideas for new hobbies to their conversation.
Alas, most of his suggestions were met with responses along the lines of: "I've destroyed the order of entire civilizations, claimed the richest planets, mutilated the minds of millions, reducing any speck of hope to pathetic scraps, and you recommend I TRY MEDITATING?! It's super boring and generally girly. Real cool guys, but of course you wouldn't understand, host awesome concerts or play video games in their spare time."
As the "Greatest-in-the-Galaxy" expressed his thirst for power, their conversation gradually turned into a one-sided dialog. Wander was starting to feel uneasy, not only about Hater's future plans, but also about possible schemes for the present. Impulsiveness, anger, and outright immorality are always a threat. All of this is bound to result in an unquenchable...fire...that spares nothing in its path.
The more wood you put in a fire, the more warmth will come back! Right? I just need to calm him down, don't I? Be affectionate with him? Oh, Oh, I know what's urgently needed:
"Cuddle time!" Wander exclaimed, clinging eagerly to Hater
"Hey, get off me now!" the skeleton let out, before going completely silent
This time, he won't push Wander away. He finally has the opportunity to use him. Finally subdue him.
Although from the beginning Lord Hater had simply intended to destroy the hated wanderer as soon as the one passed through the ship's door, he was now set on owning the orange critter. Nobody is allowed to oppose the number one superstar. Being that everyone else is just his own plaything with no rights or freedom.
Addicted to the fulfillment of such cruel visions, Lord Hater was willing to give into a twisted desire, manipulating his victim before breaking them.
"You actually believe that I can become...good?" - the Evil Overlord said with faux concern.
"With all my heart! Honestly!" - Wander enthused
A muffled laugh was heard in response, a signal of danger that was suppressed by the optimism of the excited guest. Hater pushed Wander down on the bed and wrapped his arms around the skinny, petite body even tighter.
"I'm so glad I'm going to become a better...friend," predatory notes appeared in Lord's voice, while his hands stroked the fur on chest and spine, slowly moving lower.
"We're going to make a great team," Hater whispered, while his fingers were already on Wander's crotch.
"Hah, y-yeah, totally!"" - he nervously responded
I should just pretend like I'm not noticing. Then he should stop touching me...there. Or maybe I should try to be polite about it. Otherwise it's just gonna get worse. I don't want to upset him, he's so nice to me.
"I know a lot about traveling too," Hater kept rambling, "I even went to Tormentium last month and bur- I mean, studied all the...how do they call them, uh, plants," the tip of his index finger pressing and rhythmically moving against Wander's genital lips.
Heartbeat was becoming painfully rapid.
It's crossing all boundaries. What do I do? This is so confusing...
"Friends respect personal space, Hatey," Wander pulled away abruptly.
and here's the awkward silence, right until
- So I guess it's beneath you to be friends with someone like me, huh?
- What?! No! That's not what I said, not at all!
- You know, such a thing as honesty exists. Well, you're supposed to be the one who knows all that moral stuff.
- What are you talking about?! Please don't get upset with me!
A rough hand grasped his fur and angrily pulled him back.
- N-no!
- That's a pity. What's the problem? Can't you trust me a little?
Maybe I am indeed overly suspicious of him.
The traveler carefully removed his hat, setting it aside to distract himself from the impending fear.
There's a good side to everyone...
Electric-yellow gloved finger suddenly penetrated Wander. He shrieked, involuntarily bringing his legs together.
The other palm was buried in the fur on Wander's back, thrusting him even deeper. His mind, with each push, bit by bit separated from his trembling body.
- P-please s-stop it!
- You can't tell me what to do, neither can any other worthless subservient in this galaxy.
It's like everything in my head is frozen. Glorp, what do I do...
Torture continued as Lord Hater loomed over his subordinate, pressing both of Wander's hands above alien's head without interrupting the movements. Every movement inside brought pain, which was replaced by a second of relief when the finger was removed.
I wanted to cry and scream very, very loudly, for which I didn't have the physical strength.
Do I really have no choice and will have to...endure this? Thinking about it that way makes me so nauseous.
Wander looked down fearfully and tried to mentally convince himself that what was happening wasn't real. Closing his eyes, he held his breath, restraining his poor self from making a sound. Hot breath was suddenly on the fluffy neck. Soon the kisses turned into biting. Wanderer's back arched and his head tilted as he had to clench his teeth to hold back a moan. All fur was tousled at that point, and his vulva had gotten wet.
In a thrill of a moment, Lord Hater lifted his victim by the scruff of his neck and threw furry space traveler against the wall.
While Wander regained consciousness on the cold floor, Hater put a collar on him, by which he dragged his victim to the torture room.
[To be continued...if this gains any attention obviously lol. Thanks for reading btw.]
