Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lila
Sighing with disappointment, I make my way out of the Poison Hideaway feeling defeated. Xavier teleported everyone back to the ship, since technically none of them have permission to be on the station.
“Ah, Lila, there you are.” I startle slightly, having forgotten about the security guard who was watching my back. “I hope your meeting was successful?” he asks politely.
“Unfortunately, it wasn’t as successful as I hoped,” I tell him, sounding defeated.
“Oh no, is there anything I can help you with?” he asks, concern shining in his eyes, and I shake my head.
“Unless you know the secret to surviving on Husadavia, then there’s nothing you can do.”
His eyes widen comically, and he shakes his head emphatically. “You’re not thinking of going on the planet, are you? That’s a death sentence. Nobody goes there and survives unless it’s the halla harvesters.”
“Unfortunately, I have no other option. That guy was one of the harvesters, and I was hoping he could tell me what they do to survive. Oh well, I need to get back to my ship so we can figure something else out.” I start to walk back in the direction we came from, and he shakes his head.
“Let’s go this way, and you can tell me what the harvester had to say.” Glup points in the opposite direction, and I stop.
“But the ship’s back that way.” I point, and he smiles and winks.
“Yes, but I know a shortcut through some security guard tunnels.” He takes off, and I decide to follow him.
He’s been super helpful so far. “So, what did the harvester say to you? I’ve heard all sorts of rumors about Husadavia.
They say it’s one of the first planets the old gods created, and it’s been around for so long, that’s why the plants and animals have become sentient and aggressive. ”
“Old gods?” I ask him as he opens a panel in the wall that I hadn’t noticed and steps through.
This tunnel is a lot narrower, and the lighting is dim.
I hesitate for a moment but then step through.
Glup has been helpful, and I want to hear about the old gods.
He starts moving forward. The tunnel isn’t wide enough for us to walk abreast, so I stay behind him, but his voice carries back to me.
“Yes, the galaxy is said to be created by six original gods—life, death, fire, water, earth, and air. They had names, but they seem to have been forgotten over the years and are known by their element. Each of them began with one planet for themselves, but then it became a bit of a competition to see who could create the most interesting planets. Then, they added life-forms who worshiped them, and all was right in the galaxy. Everyone existed in peace for thousands of years, each planet growing at their own pace, influenced by the gods who were happy to watch their creations evolve and grow, but one day, they just disappeared. Nobody knows what happened, they were just gone. Whether the six beings had a falling out and went their separate ways, or they moved on to a new galaxy to start the process all over again, no one knows, but over the years, the planets kept evolving and their memory became legends and stories. Husadavia is supposed to be the home realm for the earth god. The plants and animals were his companions, and that’s why they are sentient.
They are aggressive because he left them, but they are keeping his world safe for his eventual return. ”
Wow, Glup just gave me more information than the halla harvester did. “How come this information isn’t anywhere? We’ve been doing as much research as we can on Husadavia, and this didn’t come up anywhere.”
Glup turns back to me and rolls his eyes.
“The Galactic Council doesn’t like rumors of the old gods.
They control the galaxy now, and if the old gods were to return, they would lose their grip on everything.
They believe if the old gods are mentioned, it will turn their attention back to this galaxy from wherever they are, so over the years, they have slowly withdrawn all mention of them from any records.
Only stories, which are passed down from family members, keep the legends going. ”
He keeps moving down the tunnel, his short legs covering the distance quickly, I almost have to jog to keep up with him. “Does the name Zeygan mean anything to you?” I ask, and he stumbles, pressing a hand to the wall to right himself, and he turns back, wide-eyed and jittery.
“Zeygan is the original name of the earth god. Husadavia was his home planet.”
Holy fuck. Could the person the halla harvester was talking about be one of the old gods?
He said he just stood there, and the inhabitants would stay away.
That certainly points to the old god. Or is he just named for the old god and has some repellent type powers?
None of this speculation is going to help us rescue my grandmother, and I don’t think my grandpas are going to wait much longer.
We may be making an attempt without any assistance.
All of this has been running through my head as I follow Glup.
He gets to the end of the tunnel and pushes open another hidden door.
Glup steps out, and I follow him, still distracted by everything I learned.
I hear voices but don’t pay any attention until I realize Glup has stopped.
I look around, and my mouth drops open in shock.
Everything I was thinking about disappears as I take in the creatures surrounding us.
I can’t believe my eyes. These are life-sized motherfucking Care Bears.
They are shaggy, brightly colored bears with round bellies exaggerated by the circular white patch in the middle of it.
All that’s missing is the symbol in the middle of the white circle.
The one talking to Glup is unlike the others in that he isn’t a solid color, but a kaleidoscope of colors, almost like the limited-edition tie-dye Care Bear I wanted when I was a kid.
Instead of pastel colors, though, he’s bright, but when I tune into the conversation, it’s nothing like my Saturday morning cartoons.
“Is this the bitch we can fuck girl babies into?” The lead bear is handing something that looks suspiciously like cash over to Glup, who rubs his greedy motherfucking little hands together before taking it.
“Yes, this is the mimic. Rumor is she can take on any form. She should be able to be a female carevasta bear and give you girl babies.”
“Glup, you asshole,” I snarl and try to take my warlock form, but one of the bears quickly leaps forward and snaps a bracelet onto my wrist. My power disappears, and I stagger, my body suddenly feeling drained.
He wraps his arms around me and holds me upright.
His blue fur is soft, and I just want to snuggle into it and breathe him in.
My mind struggles with my reaction. I should be fighting him, but all I want to do is get closer.
As I go to rest my head back and lean into him, his hands come up, and he gropes my breasts.
“Her tits feel amazing,” he growls. He thrusts his hips into mine, and a wave of desire rushes over me. I squeeze my legs together to try and ease the ache that’s now there.
“That’s my bitch. Take your fucking hands off her before I blow your fucking head off.
” The bear who handed over the cash stomps over to the one who holds me and yanks me out of his arms and into his, pointing his gun at the bear who was fondling me.
I stumble and find myself pressed firmly up against his body.
Despite the round belly, the rest of his body feels solid, and his fur feels amazing against my exposed skin.
I bury my face into his chest. “When I’m finished with her, you can all have your turn.
She’s going to keep us very happy for years to come. Good work, Glup.”
“You better leave. The circus ship is here. I don’t know who else is on it, but I heard she has a Vilaxian and a warlock mate. You don’t want to fuck with the Warlocks or the Vilaxians. I’ll try to detain their ship for a few hours so you can get away, but I can’t promise longer than that.”
The bear scoops me up bridal style and starts to move. I can hear the others follow behind us, but I can’t bring myself to lift my face out of his fur. I’m squirming, trying to get some kind of friction where I need it, and a whimper comes out of my mouth.
“Ah, my bitch needs my cock. You are all the same, easy conquests for me and my boys. Just wait until we get to our ship. I will stuff your pussy full of my cock and cum, and you will love it.” Oh yes, I really like the sound of that.
“Why don’t you finger fuck her while we walk, Ghosie? Bitches love that. I always make mine come on my fingers when we catch them, and then her cunt will be ready for your cock when we get back to the ship,” the blue bear suggests.
I look up into the eyes of the one who has me. Holy crap, his irises are multicolored like his fur, but I see his eyes narrow in annoyance before a growl rips from his mouth, making me shudder.
“Fuck off, Lizis. This is my bitch, and I will do what I want with her. I want to strip her down and suck on her pretty titties to get her ready for my cock and then maybe shove my tongue into her cunt and drink up all the delicious juice first, and only then, when she is begging for my cock, will I bend her over and fuck her hard.”
“Yes please,” I whimper, because I really like the sound of that, but I guess everyone behind us hears me, because they all laugh loudly.
“You’ve got your bitch begging from just your words. She wants your cock now. How about we stop, and you can fuck her here and now.” That’s Lizis again, and I have to admit, I like his suggestion, but Ghosie obviously doesn’t, to my disappointment.
He whirls and steps up to the blue bear.
“Lizis, you fucking idiot. Her people will realize she’s gone soon, and we want to be on the other side of the galaxy when they do.
Her Vilaxian and warlock mate are probably enough to destroy our small crew in moments.
We need to get back to the main ship. I can wait a few more moments until we get to our ship before I get my cock wet. ”
Lizis is leering at me with greed, but he takes a step back. “I want a turn too. You’re going to knock her up and keep her to yourself while she carries your baby. I want a turn before you do.”
The other five bears in the group exchange glances before quickly agreeing with the blue bear, but Ghosie just holds me closer to his chest, emitting a continuous growl.
“You’re all fucking morons. How will I know it’s my baby if you spill your cum in her cunt?
” He whirls around and starts moving a little faster, but I can’t take my eyes off his face.
Unlike the cute, rounded features of a Care Bear, this guy has sharp cheekbones with the cutest button nose, and plump lips that I want to sink my teeth into.
“Hey, this was my idea. You didn’t even know about her until I heard about her from one of those last whores we picked up from X69.
While I was fucking her, she told me all about the mimic who could give us girl children.
I rewarded her well by fucking her extra hard and often until she was full of my cum.
She’s a warlock, they always produce extra strong sons for us, but I should get first dibs.
I want a daughter for my son to play with. ”
“Fuck off. I’m the leader, and it’s my right to have first dibs on any bitch we get. You know that. If you don’t shut up now, I will skip right over you and give her to someone else once she has my child. Unless you’d like to challenge me for leadership?”
We come to a sudden stop. I look around and find no ship or door or tunnel leading anywhere. We’re just facing a random wall.
“Are you so eager to die before you can feel this one’s pussy wrapped around your cock?” Ghosie raises an eyebrow at Lizis, who seems to be considering it.
“Don’t be an idiot, Lizis. You know it’s a fight to the death and no one has beaten Ghosie in years. Be patient, you’ll get sloppy seconds, and you should be grateful. The rest of us have to wait our turn.” Another of the bears punches Lizis’s arm.
“Bah, you don’t have any other children, so you’re probably shooting blanks. None of the women you’ve fucked have ended up pregnant. If it doesn’t happen in a month, I want the next go. I’ll have her knocked up in no time. My fifteen sons prove I have the goods.”
I feel Ghosie tighten his arms around me. “Fine. Why don’t you all go find a bitch to ease the ache? But be quick, we are leaving in ten minutes.”
This seems to mollify the rest of the crew who disappear before my eyes, leaving me and Ghosie still facing a blank wall.
I feel his body relax minutely, and he mutters, “Fuck,” before I feel his body start to vibrate, which in turn vibrates me in his arms as well, and then he just moves through the wall, taking me with him.
It’s creepy as fuck but over in seconds.
I look around, and we seem to be in a vessel of some sort.
Ghosie doesn’t say anything, just starts moving quickly through the ship.
He gets to another group of five bears who are sitting around a table, playing dice or cards or something.
They all seem to have a bottle of alcohol in their hands.
Shouts and jeers sound out as they continue to play the game.
I see movement under the table and discover one of them has a woman at his feet, and although I can’t make out details through the fur, I think she’s giving him a blow job.
“Pack this shit in. We need to be ready to leave in ten minutes. There will be a ship riding our ass across the galaxy if we’re not careful. I want you to plot a course to the Tarllion Asteroid belt. Our smaller ship should be able to lose them in there.”
“Is that the mimic bitch?” One of the bears, this one a sickly shade of green, looks at me with wide-eyed amazement. “Why haven’t you made her mimic you yet? I want to see what a female carevasta looks like.”
“Fuck off. We haven’t had time. I’ll make sure to parade her around as soon as we get far enough away. Now get to your fucking jobs and leave me in peace. I’m going to have her riding my cock in no time.”
The rest of the bears cheer and start to move, taking their bottles of spirits with them. The one getting a blow job yanks his female up by her hair before kissing her soundly on the mouth.
“That’s a good bitch. Go back to our room, and I’ll be there shortly,” he promises her, and she simpers and totters away drunkenly.
“Don’t let her out of your sight for too long. I hate it when the fog clears and they start screaming,” Ghosie warns him. “It’s enough to make a cock go soft.”
“Aye, Captain. I’ll make sure she’s good and fogged as soon as I program the coordinates for the course.”
“Excellent. Don’t disturb me until we get to the asteroid field,” he demands, and the bear leers and winks.
“Good luck, Captain. May her pussy be wet and tight.”