So I've got to get this thing in my head out so it stops being intrusive.

We're hitting /g/ and probably some /f/ in there. Sci Fi, strictly consensual, free use, snuff.

Non-con and vore in the backstory.

Honestly it's /fur/ in my head but if I write it right nobody will notice.



We don't remember where we came from. That was lost when the ship got hit and broke… So many things.

What I do know… What I do know, is right now, I'm wallowing in the indulgences and luxuries made possible by the sacrifices of my predecessors, so the horrors of my previous iterations will never happen again.

But… Something in my head keeps telling me.

Those early iterations would call these pleasures, these comforts, they're their own horror show. We're just conditioned to enjoy it now.

Mmmh. Another glass of champagne, then, and my chit in the lottery. I need a reset, I suppose.

I fumble my chit badly. Really badly.

The pretty maid bites her lip, but keeps her smile and composure.

"… The big end-of-month party is tomorrow. I, uh, I can sign you up now, if you don't-"

"YES! Yes please." I answer too loudly, slamming my fumbled chit into the slot in the box she carries. "… Sorry. I'm-"

The maid giggles and bows her head, looking up conspiratorially.

Now I recognize her.

Without the big epaulets on her heavy uniform, without the big hat, without her hair pulled back severely.

Now with her hair curled up and flouncy, with her fancy makeup, wearing the tiny frills and trappings of a maid's dress- Without the dress.

Now I recognize our Captain.

She'd served THREE MONTHS before The Machine decanted my tube. With the four months I've served, that makes her the longest-serving Captain the ship has seen since…

Well. Since The Club opened. That was… Maybe a hundred years ago, I think.

"You're feeling them, in the back of your head," she whispers to me. "I know. I need a reset, too."

Then she straightens up sharply, naked tits wobbling, big wide Customer Service smile on display. "Good luck in tonight's lottery, miss! And I'd be happy to hook up at tomorrow's big party."

Her eyes narrow, and her grin gets a bit toothy, hungry, staring up over my shoulder at the curtains on the stage.

"Unless one of us wins the Big Finish tonight…" she sighs.