#au: zsashos v

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Cy says I’m allowed to tell y’all that he said the first time ZV Lashton fuck is Luke’s first time with a human and Ashton’s first time with a hybrid human 👀

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My Systems are Critical

Summary: Luke and Calum meet a friendly gleth on Zsashos V who just wants to help.

Genre: Sci-fi

Relationships: Luke/Client

Word count: 1711

Tags and Warnings: Blood and Gore, Prostitution, Alien Sex, Body Horror, Angst

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“Fuck, you’re big,” Luke whined desperately.

It was basic, but the quovroli seemed to like it anyway, grunting proudly as they fucked Luke into the bed. They panted, showing off wickedly sharp teeth and a pointed tongue. Luke could feel their hot breath on his chest, their claws on his thighs, and if he’d known the fear of being eaten by a client was this fucking good, he would have offered his services to quovroli a long time ago.

Even without the unfortunate reputation the human meat trade gave them, this quovroli was a surprisingly good fuck. Luke had had his fair share of prehensile dicks and aphrodisiac cum, but there was a simplicity in just getting fucked hard that he liked.

The quovroli’s grip on his thighs tightened, claws digging in painfully. Luke gasped and let go of the bedsheets to jerk himself off. He vaguely thought that he should remind the quovroli to be gentler, but he was so close.

As he came, so did the quovroli, growling and shoving into him one last time. Panting, Luke felt the whitenoise slowly fade from his head and he watched them pull out, realising that he was bleeding where their claws had been holding him. Oops.

The quovroli leaned down and Luke watched with bated breath as they drew their tongue up his inner thigh, along the wounds their claws had left.

“Relax,” they laughed as they straightened up, “I’m not gonna eat you. Just wanna know what you taste like.”

Luke exhaled and sat up, pulling his pearlescent white shirt back onto his shoulders and doing up two buttons. His wristcom, a sleek silver band he’d treated himself to when his old one finally kicked the bucket, beeped with the credit transfer tone and he checked it to see the rest of the quovroli’s payment and a surprisingly good rating, given that Luke had mostly just laid there while the quovroli did all the actual work. They must have appreciated the post-orgasm snack.

“I’ll be back,” the quovroli promised, eyeing the mess between Luke’s legs satisfactorily.

“Anytime.”

As they left, Luke got up and smoothed out his skirt. It would need a clean, but would be fine until he got home. He’d be wearing his coat over the top of it anyway, so it wasn’t like anyone would notice anything they couldn’t smell already.

Once he’d cleaned up a bit, Luke let his human friend, Calummintha, know that he was on his way home. Calum tended to worry for his safety, which made Luke feel just a little bit guilty about some of the clients he chose, but he liked the element of danger too much to stop allowing them.

Calum replied that he’d meet him on the way there and Luke headed out. He found Calum at the marketplace they often frequented, snacking on something smoky-smelling as he waited.

“How was work?” Calum asked, eyes falling and widening, “Shit, are you okay?”

Luke looked where Calum was staring, at the blood running down his legs.

Luke groaned and lifted his coat and skirt just enough to see the wounds. “Shit.”

They were deeper than he’d thought. Probably still not enough to be dangerous, but they weren’t going to close on their own.

“I was gonna clean them up when I got home…”

“Luke,” Calum snapped, “What the fuck happened?”

“Are you okay?” someone else asked.

Luke looked up at the gleth that had stopped to stare. Even being over a head taller than Calum, he still didn’t match the height of any mature gleth.

He lowered his skirt. “Yeah, they’re not as bad as they look. I can close them at home.”

“They should be checked for infection,” the gleth fretted, “I have specialised equipment for humans at base camp.”

Luke shared a look with Calum. Normally he wouldn’t go to a client’s home, but it might be okay if Calum stayed with him. If this gleth really did just wanna help, Luke could possibly get a lot of credits out of them and whoever else was at their base camp. Hopefully they had plenty of Storm so he wouldn’t get tired.

“Okay.”

The gleth’s antennae lifted happily. “I’m Kakkin. What are your names?”

“I’m Tekka.” Luke never gave clients his real name.

“Daxun,” Calum said, apparently coming up with a fake name on the spot.

Although Luke was willing to walk, Kakkin looked scandalised by the suggestion and begged to be allowed to carry him there. Luke immediately switched into poor injured human mode and said that he was feeling lightheaded from seeing all that scary blood. Although Calum rolled his eyes hard, Luke would play into whoever Kakkin wanted him to be and he had to admit that he liked that they kept patting his head and telling him it was gonna be okay as they headed for their base camp.

Their camp was only a few corridors away from the marketplace, what looked like a collection of life pods surrounded by temporary fencing with some kind of logo printed on it, though the pods were in much better condition than the run-down one Luke and Calum lived in.

“Guards?” Calum observed as they passed the two armed gleth at the gate.

“Zsashos V is a bit… infamous,” Kakkin explained apologetically.

They took Luke and Calum to a large medical pod with green crescents printed on the walls and Luke stared as they went in. A human was inside, cleanly dressed and watching them expectantly. At least three more were lying half submerged in tanks full of greenish liquid on the far corner, making for more humans than Luke had ever seen in one place in his life.

“This is Tekka,” Kakkin told the conscious human as they took Luke to an examination table, and gently set him down, “His legs are bleeding, poor thing. Not badly, but the wounds looked deep.”

“I’m Athiid,” the human told Luke and Calum as she took some insanely clean medical stuff from a shelf.

“Could you open your legs, please?” Kakkin asked, pulling gloves onto two of their hands.

Luke obliged.

Kakkin lifted his skirt enough to see the goods. “Your clothes may get in the way. Would you like some clean undergarments to cover yourself with?”

“That’s okay,” Luke replied as he hopped off the table, unzipped his skirt and pushed it to the floor, giving his freed tail a seductive wiggle.

Calum rolled his eyes.

Kakkin helped Luke back onto the table and used a wet cloth Athiid had brought over in a bowl to dab around the claw wounds. “Can you tell me what made these?”

“Quovroli client.”

Calum frowned deeply.

“They weren’t trying to hurt me,” Luke rushed, “We just got kinda carried away.”

“You’re a hybrid human?” Athiid asked, tapping at a tablet she’d set on the exam table.

“Yeah. Gleth-augmented.”

“And you do sex work?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “We’ll check for damage and run some infection tests along with genetics.”

“Oh, I test myself at least every rotation,” Luke assured her, but she was already moving on.

“What about you?” she asked Calum.

Calum answered her questions as Kakkin cleaned and sealed Luke’s wounds. When they were done, they told them to wait while they prepared the tests.

“If you start fucking anyone, I’m leaving,” Calum threatened quietly as Luke pulled on the clothes Kakkin had left him. They were much cleaner than anything he’d ever worn before, even though he took a lot of care in keeping his work clothes tidy.

“I don’t think they want to,” Luke said with a pout, wandering towards the humans in the corner, “Looks like they actually do just wanna help.”

“They could be working for a kitchen,” Calum said lowly, “Speaking of which, why the fuck did you take a quovroli client?”

Luke rolled his eyes, then gasped. “Mikey!” He ran to the nearest tank and stared at the human lying there.

There was a mask with a bunch of tubes attached to machines over his mouth and nose, bandages covered half of his face and it had been longer than Luke could remember, but it was definitely Michael.

“You know that human?” Athiid asked, hurrying over.

“His name’s Yovamaikle.” Luke looked down at his legs. His thighs were almost bone-thin and there was skin missing around the middle of them, almost like a messy strip had been dissolved away, exposing what remained of the muscle underneath. “What happened to him?”

“These three were found in a quovroli kitchen. They were being kept in cloning tanks.”

So it wasn’t just his legs and face. They could have been cutting away and regrowing pieces of him this whole time and Luke had had no idea.

“Luke,” Calum said gently.

“I thought he was dead,” Luke choked out, gripping the edge of the tank.

“We found him,” Athiid assured him, “And he’s doing very well now. How long has he been missing?”

“I don’t know, since we were kids,” Luke told her, tears spilling over.

“He could have memory problems when he wakes up,” Athiid said gently, “But if you knew him and want to assist with his recovery, seeing and talking to you may help.”

“How long will it take?” Luke asked her.

“To fully get his memory back? Could be the rest of his life, if ever.”

Luke sobbed.

“We can get him walking again, though,” she told him, “And we can take all of you to a sanctuary on a gleth planet. You can spend as much time as you need helping him heal and remember there.”

Calum put an arm around Luke. “We’ll think about,” he promised, “This is a lot, though.”

“There’s plenty of time,” Athiid told them as she turned to leave, “If he wants to stay here, we’ll stick around until he’s well enough to survive on his own.”

Luke mashed at his eyes with his palms. “I thought he was dead.”

“Me too,” Calum said quietly as Luke bent down to bury his face in his shoulder, “We’re gonna help him, though, yeah? As much as we can.”

Nodding, Luke peered at Michael again. “Is he gonna remember us?”

Calum squeezed him tighter. “We’ll find out when he wakes up.”

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Inspiration

Okay as I said earlier, I’m gonna make a post about al the fics that inspired my sci fi au, bc there’s a lot of very talented authors and their fics deserve to be read gdi.

Zsashos V by @the-boy-branithar

As It Is / Set It Off / Waterparks

Freedom fighter and undercover spy Ben is caught on a mission, experimented on, cryofrozen and forgotten about. He wakes to find everything he knew long gone, the luxury space station he'd been investigating now a patchwork city of outcasts, outlaws and a barely breathable atmosphere. Though he'd planned on spending the little time he has left to investigate what happened after he was frozen, someone seems determined to not let him rest.

Grinding Our Gums Raw by @tran5rightsos 

Waterparks / 5 Seconds of Summer

Awsten hangs out with his friends Ashton and Luke and ponders the nature of the universe.

Space Fantasy by @citricac1d

One Direction

He thought about the way N1-ALL said the words “I think,” and it made all twenty of his fingertips tingle.

Vignettes featuring various pairings within a polyamorous relationship (in space).

Infinity Times Infinity by @wepush

One Direction

This is a motley crew of an interstellar spaceship au, featuring a heavy dose of tattoo mods that do cool things, aliens, academy woes, soul bonds through circuitry, organic spaceships and sustainable design. A fair bit about space, but a lot about loving someone so hard you're willing to change the laws of the universe just to stand beside them and look around at the stars.

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ZV Luke making a sex toy themed holo 👀 his partner puts him on his hands and knees and demonstrate opening his hole, assuring the audience that, with patience, it will take a dick of any size. His tail can be held for leverage if needed.

Next, his partner lays him out on his back, showing the audience how easily his dick unsheathes when it’s played with, how if you need more lube you just have to give a nipple a twist and his dick will be soaked. They show off his mouth, a warm, wet hole if you just mind the teeth. for those less picky about lubricant, his hands can be fucked and his fingers can be inserted wherever they’re needed.

Luke just wordlessly takes it all, loves being treated like a mindless toy 🤤

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Holoboy Luke jerking off for his viewers tho 👀 he was definitely surprised that anyone would care about his solo holos since he probably didn’t have any human viewers, but it turns out the interspecies fetish community likes seeing how humans get themselves off.

There’s definitely stuff that doesn’t do much for him but he does for the viewers bc it’s what their species gets off on, like touching the backs of his knees or wearing body paint or w/e. Maybe he tucks his balls sometimes bc people get grossed out by them being on the outside of his body lmao

Some of the stuff he gets asked to do is Interesting™ tho. Gleth like it when he fingers his sheath before his dick comes out, zalkil like watching him fuck himself with one of their shed antlers, vraqred are into gags that make him drool 🤤

Of course, he’s OBSESSED with the comments he gets on the holos he makes with partners, people basically reducing him to a dumb animal and degrading whoever’s fucking him for being into that, suggestions that he be kept on a leash so he’ll stop trying to mate with everything he sees (that one definitely became inspo for future holos)

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Cy said Zsashos Vsos and now we’re making horny hcs for Luke ☺️

Has a retractable dick

It’s little and cute 🥰

Instead of normal human pubes and body hair he has short, soft fur a lot like the fur on his tail

The fur on his balls is EXTRA soft

Pain kink 🥺

Antennae curl up really tight when he cums

Was a hooker while living on Zsashos V, has tried a lot of alien dick, hole and other 👀

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Ashton being taken to the sanctuary like “why the FUCK is anyone trying so hard to stay on earth, this is so much better”

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Concept art

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Thought of the day: Zsashos V Ashton fucking Luke doggy style. He’s taking his time, really enjoying it and maybe teasing Luke by feeling up his soft soft fur ☺️ and Luke starts moving bc he NEEDS to 🥺 so Ashton grabs his tail and tells him to hold still 🤤 Luke would MELT 🥵

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Zsashos V Michael thinks babies are super fucking cool, but Luke never lets him hold them cuz Michael doesn’t know how to take care of babies :// Luke’s worried he’ll look away for one second and Michael will be trying to feed them berries and they can only have milk, Michael >:c

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Okay ZV Luke getting teased? Enough that he leaks and it shows through his pants? N when someone finally pulls them down they see that the tip of his dick is poking out and the fur around it is soaked? Maybe they play with him a bit, just enough to get his dick all the way out of its sheath, before pulling his pants back up and telling him to hold on just a bit longer?

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Got the Universe on Your Side - Chapter One

Tags and Warnings: Pining

Word Count: 770

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Ashton groaned and stretched, a light breeze cooling the sweat on the back of his neck. Tending the park garden was laborious work, but it was enriching, as the gleth running the Soliri sanctuary would say. When Ashton first started to settle in here, he’d spent countless rotations eating and sleeping the time away, revelling in the luxury of being able to do nothing. It had been a good feeling, but he’d eventually gotten bored and decided to sign up for some community enrichment.

On Earth, Ashton hadn’t spent much time with plants. The task of taking care of them was reserved for those who couldn’t work on the surface and Ashton had been trained to be a fighter. Here, anyone was allowed to care for plants as long as they found the work satisfying.

It was low-stakes, too. If one of Ashton’s plants died, there wasn’t going to be a panic about the loss of a food source, he’d just have to pull it out and plant a new one. A hassle, but he wouldn’t complain. On Earth, fucking up often meant death for someone. Ashton was grateful that his biggest problem in life right now was Viirlukek.

Viirlukek, or Luke, as he liked to be called, was a pretty hybrid human who visited the park every day with a group of children he helped look after. Ashton had never met a hybrid human before coming here, hadn’t even known that kind of thing was possible. There’d been a lot Ashton hadn’t known about the universe back when he was struggling to survive on Earth, including the fact that there were non-violent ways to take someone’s breath away.

As Ashton knelt down to clip some dead leaves from a berry bush, he spotted Luke walking into the park with two human children in his arms, another on his shoulders playing with his antennae and about eight more chasing each other around him. Ashton paused to watch him head for the climbing equipment, lowering the kids he was carrying to the ground so they could run the rest of the way themselves. He looked around and noticed Ashton, waving and making his way over.

Ashton wiped the sweat off his brow, but there wasn’t much he could do about the dirt on his knees as he stood to greet Luke. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice, given that he was over a head taller than Ashton.

“Whatcha doing?” Luke asked, antennae curling lazily. They reminded Ashton of ancient hoofed animals with branched horns he’d seen pictures of on Earth.

Ashton glanced at the bushes and shrugged. “Clipping leaves.”

“They look great!” Luke said, scratching at the back of his neck, “You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks. How are the kids?”

Luke looked back at them. “Pretty good. Khax wants to learn medicine when they grow up.”

Ashton grinned. “Might end up taking care of me if my cancer comes back.”

Luke’s smile fell. “Is it…”

“It’s not back,” Ashton assured him quickly, “I had a checkup a few rotations ago, there aren’t any signs of it coming back.”

Luke looked relieved. “Thank fuck. I'd miss seeing you around here if you got sick.”

Ashton chuckled and looked away. Of course Luke would worry, he cared deeply about everyone he knew.

“How are Michael and Calum?”

Luke pouted. “Michael keeps remembering embarrassing stuff on purpose.”

Ashton grinned. “On purpose, huh?”

“Yep.” Luke looked thoughtful. “I think he’s doing some campaigning here soon.”

“I heard something like that.” Ashton gestured at the berry bushes. “Gotta take extra good care of these so they look nice for it. They should be ripe by then.”

“Calum’s gonna make the best pies,” Luke sighed dreamily.

“I’ll have to check out his bakery.”

Luke’s antennae lifted. “I’ll get him to-”

“Luke!” A child with huge black eyes and clawed fingers ran to them, looking alarmed. “Shulkath is stuck!”

Luke looked back at the playground, antennae alert. “Shit, I gotta go. See ya.”

“See ya.”

Ashton watched him jog back to the playground to help a child down from the climbing frame, making sure they were okay before setting them down on the ground. As he looked up, Ashton quickly turned away and knelt to clear up the dead leaves and branches he’d been clipping away.

He risked a look back when he thought it was safe, finding Luke on the ground now, about six giggling children piled on top of him. He smiled and got back to work, pushing his cart of tools on to the next bushes. Luke was far too kind to deserve someone like him.

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holoboy luke wearing a gag that makes him drool while his partner has him on a leash as they fuck him. and god luke lives for it, especially when he gets degraded for being so turned on by this. his partner being the one to stop the holo so the viewers can just stare at luke laying on his stomach looking fucked out while he continues to drool.

Doggy style Luke is a blessed image bc his tail does this ^

Every now and then his partner pulls him upright by the leash to show off all the precum dripping from his dick (self-lubing dicks ftw) (even when you can easily change the angle in a hologram for a better view, it’s hard to see underneath him since it’s little 🥺) and get some drool on his chest 👀 his viewers always fucking lose it over how he doesn’t even have to have his dick in anything to get it soaked like that, he’s just such a slut that a tentacle up his ass is enough 🦑 the fact that he can even take something that big when his body clearly isn’t meant for it just gets everyone saying he must have been bred for fucking, it doesn’t even count as interspecies when he’s so clearly just a toy 🤤

The sheets are so wet by the time they’re done fucking and his partner just lets him lay in it while they play with his body for the viewers, maybe showing how meaty he is for the quovroli in the comments (Luke gets way too hot from being treated like food smh 😔) and Luke watches the comments scroll while his antennae twitch 🥵

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fic and blurb masterpost

Blurbs for specific AUs will be linked in the masterposts for those AUs (the (tumblr) links). More will be added to this post as I write more AUs. Feel free to send asks about any of these, a lot of these had a bunch of stuff I didn’t manage to fit into the fics and I’d love to talk about them!

Fics:

Red-Tinted Waves (tumblr) is #au: waves

See Me As I Am (tumblr) is #au: monster blood

Bright Warm Sun (tumblr) is #au: solarpunk

(more under the cut)

To Be Unbridled And Unburned (tumblr) is #au: unbridled

You’ve Cut The Wrong Damn Wire (tumblr) is #au: wire

Souls for Wishes (tumblr) is #au: wish

Reanimate (tumblr) is #au: reanimate

Grinding Our Gums Raw (tumblr) is #au: raw

The Sun is Burning Down (tumblr) is #au: la

You Light Up the Dark in Me (tumblr) is #au: fallout

Unravel, Unmake Yourself (tumblr) is #au: unravel

We’re Like Light Through Stained Glass is #au: stained glass

Zsashos Vsos (tumblr) is #au: zsashos v

Tomorrow Might be Good for Something (tumblr) is #au: tomorrow

I Feel Stupid, But It’s Something That Comes And Goes (tumblr) is #au: idiots to lovers

Don’t Fall Too Far From Who You Are is #au: stray

The Taste of Tar and Concrete (tumblr) is #au: tar and concrete

Blurbs:

Mashton

“Really? Do I look stupid?”

General

“Do it. I dare you.”

Before anyone comes in my inbox about what a terrible person I am for writing rpf, read this post.

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ZV Luke deserves so much alien sex 😫

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Can’t Find My Way Back to You

Summary: Ashton wants one last thing before he dies.

Genre: Sci-fi

Word count: 1572

Tags and Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts, Cancer, Starvation, Hospitals, Injury, Angst, Sad Ending

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Ashton shivered weakly against the wind. He’d taken as little as he could; worn shoes, an old pair of pants and a thin shirt were all that protected him from the biting night air. He couldn’t bear to take more from his colony. Wasting any more than what he had now was a reprehensible thought.

Aside from the cold, fatigue had him trembling too. The journey wouldn’t have been difficult a few years ago, before he’d started coughing up blood, but sickness had weakened him almost to the point of being enough of a liability that someone would have to end it themself. The colony couldn’t afford to waste food on a dying boy, so he’d chosen to eat as little as possible as he got worse. He hadn’t been feeling hungry lately anyway.

Ashton had seen people cling desperately to life after getting sick or injured, many swearing that they were still useful even as they were mercifully put down, but Ashton had more pride than that. If all he could offer his colony now was a dignified death, he felt privileged to give it to them.

Of course, it seemed only right to indulge himself in one life-long wish now. He’d always imagined that the mountain must have an incredible view of the land around it, but the risk of being seen by drones and lack of anything useful on it meant that there was no reason anyone would waste time and resources climbing it. Ashton didn’t need to fear being caught now and seeing his whole world from so far away was all the excuse he needed.

The moon was bright; after making his plan, Ashton had allowed himself to wait until it was at its fullest for this journey, in part because nobody came to the surface when it was too bright, so there was less risk of being caught leaving. Even as he panted, lungs burning, he could look back at how far he’d come and see countless long-dead treetops. A little further and he might even catch a glimpse of the lake through them.

Ashton’s legs were starting to shake with the effort of keeping him walking and the pain in his lungs and throat was occupying more and more space in his mind, but he couldn’t give up now. He at least had to reach the cliff he’d seen countless times from the ground, always wondering what it was like up there.

It was hard to tell, but Ashton thought he’d been climbing for hours. He’d left early to make sure he had time before dawn came; there was no way he could do this while the sun burned blisters into his skin.

Reaching out to pull himself to the top of a huge, steep rock with the help of a dead branch, Ashton stumbled and lost his balance, falling and sliding down another side of it. He cried out as his foot hit the ground badly, pain shooting up his leg. Shit.

Ashton felt a coughing fit coming on and tried to examine his ankle through it. He’d fallen from the cover of the trees and the moon was bright enough that he could easily see it wasn’t broken. Touching it, he winced. He still couldn’t walk on it.

As he looked around for anything that could help, Ashton realised that he’d actually made it to the cliff he was aiming for. He’d thought it was further up, but this had to be it; he could see the ancient radio tower and even the lake from here.

Carefully, Ashton maneuvered himself so that his back was to the rock and leaned back. A few kilometres north of the tower was the colony. Obviously, it was hidden, but Ashton gazed at the spot he knew it had to be and wondered what they’d think of his note. Hopefully they’d be more grateful for his sacrifice than devastated by the loss of the clothes he was wearing.

Ashton could see a drone heading for the mountain. He’d never seen one up close; that would have to mean one had seen him too and being seen meant being captured. This one still seemed far away, barely more than a shadow against the dark sky, but Ashton wasn’t exactly bothering to hide. It was probably already telling the invaders where he was, he thought idly.

“Come and get me,” he breathed, “I’m dead anyway.”

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Ashton hadn’t realised he’d dozed off until he was waking up again, fumbling in the darkened room he found himself in. Frowning, he tried to sit up and found that something tugged on his arms. He could make out bandages and tubes, but couldn’t figure out who put them there.

There was a window by his bed. Outside he could see stars, but not just a handful, there had to be millions glittering in the blackness. Was it even blackness? The more he stared, the more he realised that even the gaps between stars were filled with more, infinitesimal stars.

A huge bright shape was slowly rising into view. Craning to get a better look, Ashton realised that it was a planet. It was Earth.

“You’re awake,” someone said through a speaker.

Jumping, Ashton turned to look for the source, heart dropping at the sight of a huge, furred alien.

“Don’t be alarmed,” the alien said in its electronic voice, raising two of its four hands, “I’m a healer.” It pressed something on the wall and the lights slowly brightened.

The alien had to be at least nine feet tall, taller if its writhing antennae were included. It wore a pale green gown and watched Ashton with six small eyes. Its voice seemed to be coming from a device attached to its neck.

He leaned back as it approached to examine the machines the tubes and wires in his arms were attached to.

“We found cancerous cells in your lungs, ribs and hips. We have the worst of it under control, you won’t die overnight, but more treatment will be needed if you are to be healthy. Oh, and your ankle was sprained, but that was an easy fix.”

Ashton said nothing, though his head spun. He was dying, they couldn’t actually fix him, could they?

“Obviously, you can’t go back to the surface,” the alien continued, “But we can take you to a sanctuary with plenty of other humans while you recover and are monitored for any signs of the cancer returning. We find that most humans experience an easier transition when accompanied by those they have strong emotional bonds with, is there anyone on the surface you would like to take? Family, maybe?”

There it was. The aliens couldn’t cure him, they just wanted him to sell out the colony.

He shook his head.

The ends of the alien’s antennae curled a bit. “I know it’s scary, but I can promise that it’s the right choice,” the alien lied, “So many humans are found sick and emaciated, just like you. Earth is clearly too hostile and environment for humans to thrive on. At a sanctuary, you’ll never go hungry or breathe carcinogens again.”

Ashton shook his head again.

The alien paused, antennae drooping slightly. “Very well. I’ll fetch your breakfast and give you time to think about it.”

As it left, Ashton noticed that it had a small, furry tail poking out of a hole in its gown.

He looked around the room. He didn’t know what their next tactic would be, but he knew that torture was an inevitability. Nothing else would make him give the colony up, but he wasn’t sure how much pain he could take, how long they’d force him to stay alive before he told them everything.

Ripping off a bandage, Ashton started pulling out all the shit they’d attached to him, cringing at the feeling of it coming out of his skin. He swung his legs off the bed and noted with relief that his ankle didn’t hurt anymore. He would probably have to run.

A quick look around the room revealed nothing useful. Ashton peaked out the door and saw no aliens in the hallway. Picking a direction, he hurried down it. He couldn’t let them torture information out of him and there was no fucking way he could escape. His only option was to somehow kill himself.

Someone shouted and Ashton looked back to see that an alien had emerged from a room and spotted him. Unthinking, he bolted. At the end of the corridor was a larger hallway with more aliens. Ashton ran in the other direction, lungs already straining. He could hear footsteps behind him, but he didn’t look back again, he just darted down another corridor and dove through a closing door.

Too late, he realised that he was surrounded by two more aliens, these ones in huge white suits. They stared down at him and he stared back at them. There was a hiss. Ashton felt himself get pulled off his feet and thrown towards the far wall, but it was opening to the starry blackness. He curled up, but his shoulder collided with the sliding door on the way out and he screamed.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t stop spinning, catching glimpses of the huge station he’d been on as he hurtled away from it. Sick, he closed his eyes and hoped that the pain would be brief.