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It was only supposed to be simple scouting mission.
Keith was one of their best piolets in the Blade of Marmora, as well as one of its youngest members. As a young kit he was trained by his parents to learn to fight and defend himself. As members of the resistance everyone was expected to defend themselves against Zarkon, fighting the good fight to save the universe from his evil rain.
Keith was a gifted fighter; everyone in the Blade of Marmora could see that. He had his mother’s fighting spirit and short temper, while he had his father’s cunning mind and agility. His mother mostly trained him in combat until she perished on a mission, leaving just his father to teach and raise him all alone.
He stayed in the base most of his life until he reached sixteen years of age, old enough to start going out on missions to help fight the cause. It was the best day of his life, to finally leave the base of Marmora for the first time and go out on a mission with the rest of the members. Of course Kolivan made sure to only give Keith small minor missions that wouldn’t put his life in danger. It irritated Keith then that he was given small missions but he understood why. He was still a kit after all, just on the verge of adulthood, leaving the nest for the first time to see the world ahead of him, even if it was only temperately. By the age of seventeen, he was finally able to go on scouting missions, meaning he was free to piolet his little cruiser through space, all on his own. He loved flying, it was the best feeling in the world, and helped that he was a natural at it too. He loved the freedom that he had out in space, able to explore and move freely as he wished! Just as long as he remembered his mission that is.
If only he did remember it.
It was like any other day, any other scouting mission that he’s been on a hundred times now. It was the same route as always, nothing new for the thrill of being in space began to die down to a little glimmer. These scouting missions were a bore and nothing ever exciting happens out here. Ugh! What he wouldn’t give for some excitement!
That’s when he came across a Galra command ship.
Keith has seen Galra command ships before but they were always on computer screens or pictures. This was the first time he’s ever seen one in person before. It was much bigger then he thought and much more terrifying. In his mind he could hear not only his dad’s voice, but as well as Kolivan and the rest of members, telling him if he ever saw a Galra command ship, turn around and run as fast as he could from it.
But before he could do as he was told, he suddenly felt a pull from the ship. He didn’t know how to explain it but he felt a presence enter his mind, it was weak but there. It whispered, or what seem like a whisper, to him, calling him to come to the ship to free… something. He tried to ignore it, steering his ship away and headed back to base. But the whisper grew stronger and stronger to the point Keith could no longer ignore it. Letting out a frustrating sigh, Keith turned his ship around and headed right for the command ship.
With his cloaking device up, Keith parked his ship up against the command ship’s airlock, where he slipped through into the ship undetected. He was surprise how easy it was to sneak on the command ship for there were hardly any soldiers around. And the soldiers that he did come across were sentinel robots, not very smart sentinel robots. If half the Galra Empire were made of sentinels, no wonder the Blade of Marmora was able to pull so many impossible missions.
The tug in his mind became stronger when he snuck behind two sentinels that were on patrol. He followed the call down a long empty hall, only getting lost twice before he stumbled into a control room. This is not where the call was coming from but it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up either. Obtaining information from a Galra Command ship was a rare opportunity for those that were not hidden agents abroad a command ship.
The tug in his mind grew stronger, urging him to come quickly, but he ignored it as he pulled out a small data chip from his sleeve and installed it into the computers.
He had to be quick. Who knows how long it would be before someone discovered him here. For all he knew someone could easily walk through those doors any second and catch him red handed.
Downloading the last file he could get. Keith retrieved the chip, slipping it back in his sleeve and rushed out the room.
Unfortunately, as soon as he exited out of the control he ran into a large solid body. Stumbling back and landing right on his butt.
Looking up Keith was horrified to see that it was a tall lanky Galra soldier with sharp looking eyebrows that he hit! The soldier stumbled back, barely keeping himself from falling on his butt like Keith. Wasting no time, Keith quickly got up onto his feet and charged down the hall, ignoring the Galra shouting at him and comm his commander.
‘Quiznak!’ Keith cursed in his mind. He’s been caught! He needed to get back to his ship right away.
The presence in his mind started to panic now, as if knowing what was happening to him. It urged him to come find it, but it also urged Keith to run.
The alarms soon ranging throughout the ship signaling there was an intruder on bored. He picked up speed.
On the way back, where he believed was his ship, he came across a small group of sentinels when he round the corner, open firing on him. He reeled back behind the corner, a laser shot just grazing his shoulder. He was thankful for his Marmora armor that he and all the other members wear around the clock. The armor may not look like much but it was a lot tougher then it appeared. Pulling his blade out of its sheath, allowing it to extended its size, Keith charged around the corner and head straight for the sentinels. Dodging their shots with ease he took the head off the first one. The other two shot each other when he jumped in between them. And the last one he jammed his sword right in the chest before it could even react to what happened. Retrieving his blade, Keith continued running down the hall, trying to make left and right of this maze of a ship.
He ran into another small group of sentinels, destroying them just like the last while the rest he did his best to avoid. After dodging the last group, Keith started to recognize this part of the ship. Yes, he’s been through here before! His ship was close by.
He was almost out of here! Just another left and down this hall and he’ll-
Keith stopped dead in his tracks when he came face to face with another Galra.
This Galra was different from the one he bumped into in front of the control room. That Galra was smaller, slender like Keith, and did not possess any fur. This one was bigger, muscular, and had fur all over. His ears were much like Keith but they were more bat like then cat and were bigger than his. There was one yellow eye that glared down at him while the other was a red robot eye that unnerved him. What really caught Keith attention the most was the robotic arm. The thing was massive, possibly over kill, but quite terrifying in appearances. The arm was as big as the Galra’s torso with a purple electric energy field that attached the arm to the shoulder. And to top it all off, by the looks of his armor he was the commander of the ship.
This was bad.
Quickly, Keith took a defensive stance with his blade raised in front of him.
The Galra narrowed his organic eye at him. “I suppose I should applaud you for sneaking onto my ship without being detected for so long,” the Galra said as he stepped forward, “but only if you survived that is.”
The Galra charged, raising his robot arm to strike.
Keith prepared for the attack but what he did not expect was the arm to extend and coming race right at him! Caught off guard Keith did not have to react as the claw grabbed his chest, lifting him off the ground, and flung him all the way across the room. He crashed against the wall, yelped in pain at the sudden impact before landed on the floor, hard.
Gods that hurt like a bitch, and to make matters worse he can feel his mask cracking apart. Pushing himself up to his elbows he watched bits and pieces of his mask fall to the ground to reveal a good portion of his face now. This was not good. At this rate his identity will be revealed and they will know that he’s a fellow Galra trying to steal important information from a command ship!
Heavy footsteps could be heard charging at him as the commander came at him again. Pulling his hoodie further down his face, Keith jumped to his feet and faced the commander with his blade ready. The Galra commander smirked in amusement at Keith’s fighting spirit.
Adjusting his blade in his hand, while keeping his hood pulled over with his other hand, and charged forward. As expected the larger Galra extended his robotic arm at Keith. Making an attempt to grab him but at the last minute Keith jumped to the side and raced along the electrical charge of the arm where the Galra was wide open.
Or so he thought.
The older Galra dodged the blade made a swipe at him, as well as the second and third until he retraced his robotic arm, and smacked Keith across the room once more.
From the second impact, Keith could feel his crumbling mask completely shatter and reveal his face to the world. Cursing in his mind, Keith got back up to his feet with his dagger in his grasp as he turned to face the older Galra’s approaching form once more. As soon as Keith fully turned to face the other, face reveal, and hood down, the older Galra stopped in his tracks with his smirk wiped cleaned off his face. Judging the other’s expression Keith could tell that he was shocked to see that their intruder was Galra, a young Galra, that was barely a grown adult. Keith knew he was young but he wasn’t that young! He was seventeen for crying out loud! He was not a kit!
The older Galra kept staring at him for a moment before the Galra he ran into earlier round the corner with a group of sentinels behind him.
‘This is bad,’ Keith thought as he raised his sword up a little higher.
The new Galra commanded the sentinels to raise their guns and fire at Keith, only to have the older Galra stop them.
“Stand down,” the older Galra ordered.
The other Galra looked at his commander, surprised. “But, Commander Sendak.”
“I will handle this, Haxus. He’s mine.”
The Galra, known as Haxus, looked hesitant but step back submissively, “Yes, sir.”
Sendak took two steps closer towards Keith until he stopped and stared him now with a deep frown, studying him. Keith didn’t like the way he was looking at him, taking him apart with his eyes alone. It wasn’t like he hasn’t been stared down before. He’s had his shares of stare downs but the way Sendak was looking at him… he wasn’t sure.
Suddenly, Sendak charged at Keith with new determination that caught Keith off guard. Before he could react, Sendak was right on him, his organic fist making contact with Keith’s cheek that knocked him back a few steps. Gaining his footing back Keith barley had enough time to dodge the next attack as he side stepped to the right, only to have Sendak follow him.
The way the older Galra fought now was completely different than before as if he now had a motive behind his actions then just messing with him out of boredom.
Finding an opening Keith struck back at Sendak with his blade, only to be blocked by his robotic hand. But this did not discourage Keith in the slightest bit as he was now doing the constant attacks. Now Keith was the one with the upper hands while Sendak was the one struggling against him. He just needed to keep this up long enough to find an opening and-
Keith’s world was turned upside down as he found his legs kicked out from under him and landed on his side, hard. He groaned in pain, forgetting his blade was out of his hand and now kicked away from his reach. Barley having a second to grasp happened to him, a painful whack to the head sent him down to the ground again. At this point he was seeing stars that he failed to notice his torso was lifted off the ground but his legs dragged across the surface. He was then thrown at two waiting sentinels that secured him before he could think of escaping. He struggled a little bit once the stars cleared as he glared at Sendak before him.
“I want him stripped of his armor and weapons, and take him to my chambers dressed in Orb robes!” Sendak ordered.
Orb robes? What the quiznak was that?
“Yes, commander,” one of the sentinels holding Keith replied before taking the prisoner from their commander.
Keith snarled, thrashing in their hold as they dragged him away.
* * *
It was an hour later that Keith found himself thrown into a room after the unpleasant ordeal with sentinels, with the door locking behind him before he could escape.
Keith growled in anger and hit the sealed door a few times to open it but found that it was futile. Still glowing a little under his breath, Keith turned away from the door an observed the room that he was forced in.
The room was quite large and luxurious looking then anything back at the Blade of Marmora. Even Kolivan’s room wasn’t as nice as this and he was the leader! Half the room was just windows, holding a marvelous view of space while the rest of the room was painted of rich purples and silks. By one of the larger windows was a large desk with date pads piled on the surface was a large but long bookshelf beside it designed to help preserve the view of space then block it. On the other side desk was large long purple couch with a few frill pillows and blanket that match it. There were also two more doors beside the one he came through, most likely the washroom and closest to the room that sat side by side. Last was the bed, which was the farthest from him that sat up against the wall. Unlike most beds, Galra beds did not sit on bed frames but instead laid flat on the floor. Well, more like in a hole where it’s over in blankets and pillows of multiple sizes. Back at the base they didn’t have the traditional Galra beds but instead slept in cots for they couldn’t afford to have the luxury of a Galra bed. At least one as nice as this one.
Keith eyed the bed weary suddenly feeling uncomfortable in this room. Not to mention his appearance didn’t help either.
After the sentinels dragged him away from Sendak, they brought him into a room where they proceed to strip him of his armor and confiscated his weapons. Thus, leaving him bare and naked in a room filled of his enemies. Once he was completely stripped he was dragged into a washroom where he was instructed to clean himself while the sentinels waited outside for him to finish. He found it a little odd that they asked him to clean himself, consider he was their prisoner and shouldn’t have this kind of luxury, but he cleaned himself nonetheless. Finished with his shower, Keith found a towel waiting for him as he proceeded to dry himself off, not noticing the sentinels entering the washroom. Roughly they grabbed Keith and dragged him over to the other side of the washroom where a large glass case waited for him where they shoved him inside and shut the door. A second later, there was hot air blowing below him and above as his hair and fur flew everywhere about. Once completely dry now, he was taken out of the case and pulled out of the washroom where two sentinels waited for him with robes in their arms. There, they dressed him none to gently until he was fully dress and taken to the room he was in now.
Keith moved over to a full body length mirror in the corner of the room where he was able to fully look at his appearance. His hair and fur was indeed clean and fluffed up as his coat had a nice healthy shine to it. He was dressed in a skimpy silk maroon color robes, with embroider swirls in it, that showed way more skin then Keith was comfortable with. The robes were more like a piece of fabric really, with only a hole large enough to fit his head through with a very deep V-neck that show quite a bit of his chest, and stopped at his knees. His sides were completely exposed for there was nothing covering them. The only thing that the cloth did cover was his back, ass, stomach, and genitals. All of which were held in place by a thin gold rope that held the cloth in the right places. Although, the rope was so loosely tide that he feared with one easy pull it would undo what was trying to hide.
Keith hated it, he felt uncomfortable in his skin enough as it is, and he didn’t need this strange robe to make him feel anymore awkward!
It was only when Keith tried to cover himself as best he could with robes, did the door opened and in came Sendak.
“That suit of yours does no justice,” Sendak stated behind him, startling Keith.
Keith glared at Sendak, baring his fangs, taking awkward defensive position while trying to cover his expose skin.
“What do you want!? Why am I here!?” Keith demanded, the hair on the back of his neck standing up in anger.
But Sendak simply ignored him, moving over his desk. Keith watched with weary eyes, not trusting the older Galra as he continued to organize his desk for a few more moments before moving over to one of the two doors. The door whooshed open to reveal a large walk in closest, like Keith first thought, as Sendak disappeared inside of it and out of Keith’s sight. Not liking the fact he has lost sight of his enemy, but not wanting to move from his location, Keith waited. It felt like forever to Keith as he heard shuffling and heavy armor moving about in there that he couldn’t help but wondered what Sendak was doing. Soon Keith got his answer when Sendak came out and immediately regretted it when he did.
Sendak was completely stripped of his armor, save for his robotic arm of course. He wore a maroon silk cover sash, which oddly matches Keith’s own silk, over his bare furry purple chest. Unfortunately, that sash was the only thing he wore.
Keith could feel his face heating up in embarrassment as he tried to focus on Sendak’s face and only his face.
Keith discomfort must have shown on his face for Sendak wore a smug smirk.
“Impress of what you see?” he asked, “The look alone on your face tells me you are untouched.”
“SHUT UP!” Keith’s faced turned dark purple. Gods, what is with this guy!?
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s quite normal for those on their first mating night to be flustered. So I’ve heard.” Sendak said causally.
Keith stood there; blink once, twice, three times before Sendak’s words finally sunk into his brain.
Mating night? Did he really just say that!?
That was when it hit him.
Orb robes. They’re the traditional mating robes that when two wish to become as one. It was basically a wedding ceremony!
Keith now remembered his parents telling him about their ceremony. Being rebels, and on the run from Zarkon’s army, they really couldn’t preform a proper ceremony. His mom told that even though it wasn’t a traditional Galra ceremony it was still beautiful and she and his father wouldn’t have it any other way, just as long as they were both happy. Keith asked his mom what the proper traditions to be a mated pair were. She explained a few things about proper acceptances of courtship and that families play a large role in the ceremony. Unfortunately that was difficult since his dad had no family left and his mom’s only living relative left was her cousin. And then she explained the proper garments in a mating ceremony, Orb robes. Orb robes represent the pair of their love and devotion for the other, as well as the purity of one’s body to give to the other. Of course that last part was used a little loosely but the robes were worn still for the ceremony since it was an age old tradition. But the Orb robes are only wore in private of the two when… they…
The horrid realization finally dawned on Keith.
Sendak was already moving towards him when Keith came back to reality. Fight or flight instincts quickly took over as he watched the larger Galra. Knowing that it’s futile to take on Sendak in his vulnerable state, compared to their last fight, Keith was forced to flee.
Unfortunately he was not fast enough. Sendak predicted that the young Galra would try to run from him once he started to advance on Keith and was prepared for this course of action. He extended his robot arm, grabbing hold of Keith, and brought him close to his chest. Keith snarled and thrashed in Sendak’s hold refusing to give up so easily. Once he was close enough to Sendak he raised his free claw up and slashed it across Sendak’s face. The older Galra cried at the sudden attack, dropping Keith, as blood splattered across his face. He was blind for a moment; his blood covering his eyes, as he tried to whip it away with is organic hand. Able to see once more, Sendak quickly searched the room and found Keith at the entrance door, desperately trying to unlock it.
Angry, but aroused now, Sendak extended his robot arm out at Keith again and grabbed him from behind. Keith shrieked in surprise when he was grabbed from behind and yanked back. Next thing he knew, Keith’s back was against Sendak’s chest as he shrugged in the hold. Perhaps, he knew it was a long shot; he’ll get in another lucky shot at Sendak’s face that he’ll be force to drop him again. But apparently Sendak was having none of that. Pain burst through the side of Keith’s head where Sendak struck him. Keith cried out and tumbled forward on the ground bed where he cradled his injured head in his hands. Luckily there was no blood and he was pretty sure his skull was still intact but that didn’t make the hit hurt any less.
Suddenly something heavy landed on his back, pinning him face first in the blankets. Keith growled in anger, trying to buck off the heavy weight, that was Sendak’s body, off him. But the older Galra was both bigger and heavier than him.
“Get off of me!” Keith yelled, clawing at the other’s wondering hand.
He got a chuckle in response.
The wondering hand that was caressing his side moved down south and under his robes, causing Keith to freeze.
“W-What are you doing!? Don’t touch me!” Keith made a move to scratch Sendak’s neck but his hands were quickly captured by Sendak’s robotic hand.
With both of Keith’s hands captured Sendak was free to continue to run his hand down Keith’s body. This only angered Keith even more for he thrashed and bucked under the older Galra. It was only when Sendak’s wondering hand went further down did Keith’s body froze. His face paled in horror, biting down his bottom lip to prevent a small rising moan.
Goddess! When he gets the chance he’s going to kill this bastard!
For now Keith ignored the gentle caresses from Sendak’s hand on his penis. To his shame he could feel himself starting to harden at the strokes. He could practically feel Sendak’s smug smile at the effect he was having on the younger Galra. His caresses stopped and hand started to wonder further south. It was only when Keith felt a finger slip inside that his hole body jumped.
Sendak laughed, both pleased and amused. “I was correct! You are a breeder.”
“Shut up!” Keith’s eyes twisted shut, hiding his flushed face in the bedding.
As much as he was ashamed to admit it he was one, whether he liked it or not.
Among the Galra population only a quarter of it was of breeders. Nothing truly unusual but not common either. Breeders were of male Galras that possessed both reproductive organs. While all males have a penis, the breeders had a slit, or vagina in better terms, that rest behind the testacies. Hidden.
Sendak continued to play with him for a while, being careful with his claws when he pushed his fingers inside. The kit was tight, a sign that he was untouched, making this all the more exciting for Sendak penis harden and standing with great interest.
Keith sighed in relief when he felt Sendak’s fingers withdraw from inside him. But his relief didn’t last long as his fear sky rocket when he felt something large, hard, and hot brushing up against his folds. Knowing what was coming Keith thrashed around like wild under Sendak. It did not last long when another hit to head stopped him as the pain came back, making him dizzy and weak. With his defenses down Sendak shifted and positioned himself over Keith, grabbing him by the hips and lifting them up, pushing the cloth away.
Drawing Keith’s body close to his, Sendak leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Now let’s hear you scream.”
That was Keith’s only warning when pained ripped through from the waist down.
* * *
Keith awakened to a wave of guilt and sadness washing over his mind, emotions that did not belong to him. But these strange emotions were soon forgotten when a terrible throbbing from his head and a burning sting between his legs came, making him wince in pain.
It took him awhile to clear his mind from the haze, the emotions, and the pain before he was able to gather his surroundings. Seeing the room he was in he remembered the horrid night he’s ever experience, as well the pain and humiliation, along with it.
Slowly, he peeked over his shoulder to see the large warm body of Sendak lying next to him, deep asleep.
Carefully, and ignoring the pain, Keith began to slip out of the covers of the bed to make his escape.
He only made it to the very edge of the mattress when he felt a large claw hand grab his upper arm, “Where do you think you’re going. We’re not done yet.” Was all he heard before he was dragged under Sendak once again.