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Tales from the Blade Ship	By : CosmicStorms Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 4250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Smooth, soft tendrils curl around your body, pinning your front legs together and spreading your back ones. Your arms were pinned above your head as you’re held up by a fat tentacle around your midsection. Normally you would be pretty freaked out being tied up like this by some strange tentacle thing, or whatever the Visser had decided to take the form of, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

At least not too much.
You were glad that he was at least back to his old self, well mostly. He seems to enjoy morphing into something to fuck you than doing it in his normal body. But whatever happened a week ago seems to be not effecting him anymore. It was incredibly relieving.
For a few hours he didn’t regain control of his host and he had to be quarantined during that time. Afterwords, once he gained control, he was rather furious. He began yelling about finding the fool who had brought that illness onboard and killing him painfully. Things went quiet after that.

(Is it too tight?) Esplin lifts his beaked face up towards you, more tendrils sprouting from his back. They curl around your thighs, steadying you.
You reply that it was a bit snug but you didn’t mind. You couldn’t read his blank expression as he crouches down on the ground, tail twitching.

He sort of looked like a little demon or something with a beaked face and no eyes. From his back he seemed to be able to manipulate his flesh and form tendrils. Though you wondered how exactly he was able to figure out where your body parts are and what to do with them considering he looked completely blind.

(Good, good…) You tip your head back as you feel something brushing along your pussy, parting the folds. It runs up and down your lips like a hot dog up and down a bun. You could barely feel it grinding against your clit as it does.

(Feels good?) He was acting especially kind today which was completely out of the norm. Ever since Alloran had gone into rut he’s been acting weird. But as far as you know, Alloran wasn’t rutting anymore. Actually when you last got to speak to him alone again, he was pretty much himself as well.

(Oh my, so wet.) The visser darkly chuckles, pulling away the tendril, a string of your feminine fluids following it. He curls it under your labia, carefully curling the tip so that it presses down on your clitoris. Hot white flashes across your eyes as it begins rubbing slowly across it, the tendrils surprisingly sticky against it.

How was he so good with those?!

(Dear me, who would’ve thought that you would be so turned on by these things. They’re not even a penis!) He taunts you while flicking the tip of the tendril against your buzzer. You barely suppress the moan in your mind as you back legs tremble against their bonds.

It takes you a few moments to realize that he had stopped, which made you groan unhappily. He must be in a teasing mood. You were half tempted to beg him until you feel a tentacle tighten around your leg.

Curious, you turn a stalk down towards him. He was looking up at you, maw drooling. Though as you watched the drool hit the ground you realize with a start that it was acidic. It hissed as it hits the floor but doesn’t eat through. But it did leave a nice pocket mark on the nearly flawless tile.

You nervously start to talk to him when suddenly the tendrils tightened around you with deadly force. You cry out in pain as your body was practically crushed from the force. You hear a sickening snap as one of your back legs snap in two and another couple of snaps as some of your ribs were crushed.

You panicked, wondering why he was doing this to you. What did you deserve this?!

You begin to slowly blackout as the pain becomes nearly unbearable. Your head hangs while you suck in a painful breath, vision blurring. Just as you pass out the pressure was released.

(Oh! Oh! Almost killed you!) That wasn’t Esplin’s voice but Alloran’s. Did he lose control of his host again? Was his host trying to kill you now. But that thought was quickly chased away as you are lowering to the ground. He carefully lays you out, making sure not to hurt you too much.

You dazedly rest your head on the ground, sucking in painful breaths. You wondered if he crushed any organs. That would certainly be a way to go. Bleeding to death internally.
(Alright, Alright. I just need to figure out what to do from here.) You could hear him demorphing now, returning to his andalite body. You would’ve asked him what was going on but right now you weren’t exactly in the right state of mind.

A shadow falls over you and you turn an eye to look up at Alloran. He is staring down at you with a terrified expression. He then kneels down and carefully pulls up your head to look at you face to face.

(Ah… What shall I do-) His eyes lit up was he twitches his tail, looking at it with a smile. You turn your stalk on it to look at it as well but you didn’t quite understand why that might help you.

(Yes…) He breathes out slowly, pulling his tail towards himself. Your eyes widened as he brings it down to your own throat, pressing the cool blade into it. You suddenly remember that first day you met him and how he spoke of wanting to die. You hadn’t realized how much he had actually meant it.

But why was he doing it to you?!
(We can’t escape but we can certainly end our lives honorably. Well with as much honor as either of us can spare of course.) He sucks in a breath, bringing up his tail as he does. He gently brushes your ears before slowly slipping his hands down to your cheeks.

You body tingles for a moment as you faintly wonder what was going on. Why wasn’t Esplin stopping this? What happened?!
(You really are a fine female. It is too bad you were wasted on this vile creature. May you find solace in your death.) He brings up his tail far over his head, obviously intending on bringing down on you. But his whole body gives a sharp shudder before he goes limp. You knew that Esplin was taking control again.
The amount of relief your felt was tremendous.

(Damn! Damn it all!) He suddenly roars, making you flinch at your spot on the floor. (This is the second time this has happened today! I thought he said the vaccine would work! That fool is going to pay for this!)

He starts stomping off but stops a few steps away, blinking rapidly. He turns a stalk on you, looking like as if he was realizing for the first time you were in the room. He narrows it at you before slowly walking to your side.

(What happened?) He slowly asks, leaning over you as his warm breath billows into your face. (Why are you laying on the floor? Get up, it’s dirty down there.)

It takes you a moment to gather the courage to tell him that one of your legs were broken and some of your ribs as well. His eyes lit up in surprise before he stomps a hoof.

(The morph!) He suddenly cries, backing away from you quickly. He looks around with his stalks before he stomps his hoof again. You could feel worry rolling off of him in waves as he trots to the door, calling out angrily for a medic.

It didn’t take long to get what he wanted.

A small, squat human controller shuffles her way into the room, glancing between you and the visser. Esplin crossed his arms over his chest as he breathes out heavily through his nose. The controller jumps before quickly scurrying to your side.

You endure the pokes and prods all over your body as they look for things wrong with you. Once she finishes up, you were more than happy. Her hands were cold.

“It would seem that she may have a broken leg and a few cracked or shattered ribs.” The human nervously stands before her Visser, hands neatly folded in front of herself.

(I already know that. If I had known that’s all you would get as well I wouldn’t have sent for you. Now go fetch some hork-b-) His body sways heavily before he falls on his haunches. The controller quickly steps back, nervously examining the warlord. Though you didn’t miss the look of curiosity that she was giving him.

It was a few moments before Alloran took over, yet again. There was a blue blur within moments and the human was sent sprawling on the floor, a dull thunk echoing through the chamber. He then turns his eyes on you which made your fur rise.

You warn him not to touch you but he didn’t seem to be listening as he slowly walks to your side. He kneels down once again but this time doesn’t bring his tail up. Instead he places his hands over your own before gently pulling on them. You cautiously allow him to pull them up to his face before pressing them against his cheeks.

(He’s ill, losing control.) Alloran quietly says, moving your hands up to his ears. He narrows his eyes at you before moving away, getting to his hooves. (I either kill myself now or wait to see if he’ll die instead. Though once he dies you and I will be slaves to other yeerks. I do not think I will wait for that.)

You nervously try to sit up but the pain that seared through your side forces you to lay back down, breathing out slowly as you do. You look up at Alloran, pleading with him not to do it. His tail blade glitters just out of the corner of your eye. He seems to pause, eyes examining your’s looking steadily down into them.
He lowers his tail.

(What is the point? You are already a lost cause…) He slowly shakes his stalks shakily walking to a corner. He then lays down, curling his tail over himself while gazing down at the floor. You could tell that he was becoming depressed. (So am I…)
You just laid there on the ground, staring at him with your eyes slightly narrowed. You wondered if he was going to kill himself. But at that moment Esplin snatched control back.

(DAMN! NEVERMIND THE DAMN SHOT. GET MY HOST TIED DOWN.) He roars at the human who was now cringing in the corner. They wasted no time as they scrambled to their feet and ran. Your eyestalks follow them until they left the room before you look back at Esplin.

(Great, just perfect. I’m surrounded by incompetent fools!) He throws his tail up before allowing it to hit the floor with a dull thud. He then returns to your side, leaning over you so that you were face to face.
(And as for you,) His hot breath hits your face, making you shake, (You better heal quickly. If that leg doesn’t heal right you are nothing but an incubator and a useless host. No one would want an andalite with a limp.)

You blink up at him wide eyed though you dip your stalks in reply.

(Good.) At that moment a few hork-bajir come rushing in and surround the visser. Two grabbed his tail and slipped a tail sheath over it while another ties his arms behind his back. Esplin has a rather uncomfortable look on his face but says nothing.
Another pair of Hork-Bajir come in carry a stretcher and none too gently pull you up on it. You blink up at the two hork-bajir wondering what was going to happen to Esplin now. What were they planning on doing with him now that he was ill?

They lift up the stretcher, glancing over at Esplin for orders.

(Take her to the infirmary and make sure to set that leg right. If you fail to do so, it’ll be quite the bad day for you all.) He is being led out by his other guards now. Though your hork-bajir nod before carrying you out as well.

You were still able to move around after they were done with you but you suspect that your ribs were still broken. But whatever they gave you to kill the pain worked fantastic. You couldn’t feel a thing, not even if you hit your broken leg on the ground.

Though you didn’t get up anyway since you had a feeling that if the Visser saw you wandering around he might actually get pretty ticked. So like a good little andalite, you stay in your bed to await his return.

So you waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.

Before you knew it, three hours had passed and you still didn’t hear or see him. Finally you decide to brave his anger and slip off of the bed. You flinch a bit as your casted leg hits the ground but was pretty relieved to find that it didn’t hurt.

With a limp, you drag yourself out of the small room you were put in and glance around. The infirmary was pretty empty which was a bit surprising but you didn’t really worry. After another quick glance around you limp out of your room.

You noticed some bottles on the table and recognized the meds they used on you. But you weren’t too interested in that as you looked over the other rooms trying to see if there was any life in any of them.

You stopped in front of a dimly lit room and peer inside.

You let you a sigh of relief as you see, what you assume to be, an unhosted Alloran and a pool. You could already guess that Esplin was in the pool but you were kind of curious to see. Just before you take a step in, you glance around for any guards.

There weren’t any.

Okay that was strange but a change of pace. So maybe you might actually get some alone time with not only his host but Esplin himself. Alone time that maybe didn’t involve him shoving his dick into your pussy. It’s a big maybe since knowing him, he was always ready to go.

(Ah, it’s you.) Alloran wasn’t too tied up like he normally was. Just his arms being pinned behind his back and his tail being sheathed. You wondered why they didn’t drug him and that was the one thing that was sending alarm bells through your head.

(He’s still in my head. He’s just unattached.) Alloran muttered, lowering his head. (For now.)

You approach Alloran, tipping a stalk curiously at him. He dully blinks up at you as you come to a stop a few feet away. He then looks down at the ground with a soft snort as he does.

(It’s nice having control…) He looks at you with a stalk as he speaks. (I do not think you quite understand what it’s like to be involuntarily controlled. That yeerk that had infested you did it on your own consent. But as for I…)

You lower your ears, turning your eyes away from him as well. You were always reminded that Esplin was not at all a good guy… er… yeerk. Alloran was a slave to him, he has killed many innocents, and on top of that he didn’t care about anyone but himself. No that wasn’t true, he cared about you as well. In a cold, distant way, but cared all the same.
You laid down on the cold floor, looking towards the pool. You wondered what was going to happen if he didn’t heal from this. Heal from whatever awful illness had taken over him.

You were aware of Alloran steadily gazing at you, making your fur prickle. It looked like he wanted to talk some more.

(You are in love with the filth aren’t you?) Alloran asked, nose wrinkling slightly. You feel your face burn at his assumption but you knew that he was right. There were no other way to describe the feelings you had for him besides love. Even if he did hurt you, even if he degraded you, you still loved him. But how?

(He brainwashed you well then. I am afraid that if you ever are rescued you may never be able to return back to normal andalian society.) Alloran sniffs with a slight sneer to his face. He then turns his gaze away. (I will not be able to either.)

You look up at him again then look down, tail twitching along the ground. He wanted to leave but you didn’t. Maybe Esplin should infest you instead of him. That thought sent shivers down your spine in response. What would it be like if he did?

The two of you sat in silence for what you believed to be thirty minutes. You were mostly waiting for Esplin to gain control again but you were also waiting for Alloran to say something as well. Which he did after a few minutes longer.

(Do you mind coming here for a moment?) He hesitantly asks, shifting from hoof to hoof.

You turn a stalk towards him, cocking it.

(Don’t worry, it won’t get you into trouble. I merely wish for you to help me lay down. It is rather hard with my hands tied behind my back.) You nod a stalk in response to this, getting to your hooves. You take a few steps towards him before pressing yourself against his side.

With your help, you slowly lower him to the ground. As he curls his hooves under himself a sigh escapes him before he nods his stalks towards you thankfully. (My joints are not young anymore. Laying down is good relief.)

You wondered exactly how old Alloran was. So you asked it.

(Ah, can’t tell from the tanning? I am exactly 64.8 years old.) You feel yourself let out a snort of surprise at this. He laughs quietly before shaking his stalks towards you.

(I knew you would be surprised. I am at the end of my better years and I believe I have another thirty before I reach geriatric age.) Exactly how long did andalites live?! They must be elves or something like that. Jeez.
(I see that surprises you as well. You are a very strange female.) He smiles at you. You were starting to come to the conclusion that andalites probably lived well past a hundred maybe two hundred years even.
You settle down beside the older male, looking up at him as you do. He curls his tail over your body before pulling you close. You freeze as you realize that he’s trying to cuddle you. The older male tips his head slightly to the side.

(You’re afraid of him punishing you aren’t you?) His nose lightly slips over your ear, making you shiver slightly. But you dip your stalks in confirmation.

He moves away at that, sighing heavily as he does. (Very well…)

His body suddenly goes slack again and you feel your heart beats pick up at the sight of Esplin taking over again.

(Damn!)

Esplin snaps his head towards you, frowning a bit. He wrinkles his nose before looking away, tail twitching. He probably already knew what conversation had been going in between you and Alloran. But you didn’t say anything in case he hadn’t actually checked Alloran’s memories yet.

(How long is it going to take them to figure this out? I thought they had cured it.) Esplin suddenly slumps against you, his stalks hanging. You blinked, startled. You weren’t used to him showing weakness like this at all. Normally, even if he was hurt, he would cover it up by either being angry or laughing it off.

You were rather touched that he was willing to show you this side of him. It was almost like you two were starting to develop a bond.

You rub the top of your head under his chin, silently looking up at him with a concerned look. It takes him a moment to notice, even less to pull away with a snort.

(Don’t look at me like that.)

It was rather adorable in a sense how he said that. Almost like a child huffing.

(I mean it stop.)
You were pretty sure at this point he wasn’t even angry. More like annoyed that you were concerned over him.

(Do I need to punish you?) He leans in close to your face, billowing a hot breath of air into it. You switch to a timid smile before looking away, lowering your ears.

(Good, I don’t need your pity.) He snaps as you feel his fur bristle against your side. You rub your cheek against his shoulder before looking up at him again. You could see that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. It was almost like he was concentrating on something else…

Maybe…

(It’s adorable that you have some feelings for me pet. I wonder why.) He is looking at you again, right eye curling into a smile.

You feel your face heat up at this before quickly looking away. That was certainly a conversation you weren’t expecting him to start. He only hinted a few times that he even noticed romance. But to have a straight up conversation…

(It’s alright Pet, I am not upset with you.)

You blink several times, startled, as he rubs a shaking finger against your cheek. He never shakes. How much control did he have over his host right now?

(No to be honest I rather enjoy having the affections of a female. I might be a yeerk but even we have our own form of courtship. It is normally done between two others of our species and all three must agree on that they wish to continue to reproduction. It’s a tedious, messy process that was thrown away once the empire had form. Now the government controls who reproduces with who and when they will do it.) He looks away, ears pinning back again. You wonder where he was going with this now.

(I had always admired the simpleness of andalite mating rituals. A single male and female coming together in order to produce offspring. It involves not dying in the production of offspring as well! It was a wonder to me. Not dying? Not having to give up your life for offspring you will never meet?) He lets out a laugh that startled you. You shrink back but continue to look up at him, wide-eyed. (It was simply beautiful!)

You lean up against him trying to figure out what was going on. Why was he suddenly talking about all of this? Was he really that sick?

(I had admired the andalites more than just that. I must say if I had the choice… I would have never been a yeerk in the first place.) His gaze grows dark. (I would have been born with a powerful body of my own, with sight, with legs… with a beautiful large tail.)

He swings his tail from side to side for a moment, sighing.

(But here I am, a yeerk visser utterly in love with the enemy… more specifically with a female of such their kind. I am a traitor Pe- no I really shouldn’t be calling you that now should I?)

He laughs bitterly in your head as he looks down at you. For a moment he regards you with a small frown before looking away again, tail trembling. He was silent for a few long moments before he lets out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.

(You were not the first female of your kind I had fallen for. In my younger years there was this female whom I had fought. She was strong, powerful, and most of all… beautiful. She was the first taste of an andalite body I ever had.) His nose wrinkles as he suddenly lets out a shuddering breath. (She had thrown all of that away. Became a filthy hork-bajir nothlit. Oh how I hated her after that. How could she have done that? Destroy it all?)

Your hearts trembled as you bear witness to the sorrowful look that came across his face. You were becoming very aware that he was telling you something incredibly private. Probably something no one but his host knew about. Maybe not even his host.

(I have better hopes for you. I believe I will name you a gentler version of her name sake… something that will match how soft you had made me.)

Once again he laughs his bitter laugh, it echoing hollowly in your head.

(Whatever name you had before, it is gone by my word. No, I shall call you Aldrana. A gentle name for one such as you. A perfect one.)

You blink your eyes wide and slowly dip your head in response, accepting the name quietly. He smiles down at you for the first time in a long time. He then curls an arm around you before carefully resting his head against your’s, eyes fluttering closed.

(If I had been born one of you, perhaps our relationship may have never been. I am grateful that we had… met… perhaps now… if I… finally die someone will at least know about how I truly felt.)
With that he trails off as his body goes slack against your’s. You could tell that he had no longer had control of his host anymore. The illness that was taking him was getting worse far too fast for your liking. What did he mean by die? Was he dying?

That couldn’t be possible right? He wouldn’t just die just like that right?

Was that all just ramblings of a dying man or was that the illness talking? Did he really just admit being not only in love with you but also another long gone female?

As far as you knew about yeerk culture, it was seen as extremely taboo to have sympathy for your host. But you had never heard of anything about falling in love with the enemy. But perhaps it was the same either way. It was a crime.
He really did just give you a quite a bit of information to digest.

As you mull over his words you could feel his body stirring beside you. You look up just in time to see him starting to stand, groaning quietly as he does. He shakes his head a few times before slowly stretching out.

(I laid down too long.) It was Alloran again. (My tail has cramps and my joints feel like they’re about to break.)

He begins to slowly walk around the room while you watched with narrowed eyes. Did Alloran hear the whole thing? He must have right? He sure didn’t act like anything had happened but who knew what went on in that andalite’s head?

(When are they coming back? Listening to him ramble is awful.) He comes to a stop in front of you, blinking several times. (Aldrana? The name he gave you is certainly interesting but not at all the same as Aldrea.)

You tip a stalk questioningly at him, wondering what he could've meant.

(It’s a name for a promiscuous female from an old andalite tale. I don’t quite remember it since I was rather intoxicated when it was told but I believe it was about a harlot and a Prince falling in love. The Prince’s name was Eslin and the harlot’s name was Aldrana.)
Suddenly Alloran’s eyes lit up before he lets out a laugh.

(Who knew Esplin was such a bitter romantic! The story ends with Eslin being killed by the enemy and Aldrana being kicked into the river; then drowning after his distraught wife found out about her. Oh dear, I am starting to see far too many coincidences here…)
He falls silent as he lays down unsteadily, you helping him once again with your own body. Once he was down again, he presses against you sighing. You look up at him wondering what else he had to say. But you notice him closing his eyes.

(I need to sleep.) He mumbles, sounding tired now. (I really do… it’s been such a long time since I’ve slept by my own will. Perhaps I shall… it has been a long few weeks...)

Once again you felt sorry for the andalite. No matter how you felt about Esplin, he was nothing but a slaver to Alloran. He had never made the choice to become a host to Esplin. He was stolen.

You nuzzle against his neck, pressing your body against his. Alloran peeks a stalk open before curling it into a smile. (You really are a good female…)

He closes his eye again, relaxing even more into you. Before you knew it his breathing had steadied into a slower pace, signaling that he had fallen asleep. You couldn’t help but feel a gentle wave of affection towards Alloran. For some reason he looked rather adorable asleep unlike the angry face Esplin made while he slept.
You look away across the room.

Eslin and Aldrana, eh? That certainly was a coincidence for sure. Eslin was one letter away from being Esplin which was strange all in itself. But he probably gave you your own name because of the story. Or maybe he just found it lovely.

Either way, Esplin was becoming more and more clearer with his feelings. He seemed to not enjoy being a yeerk as much as he seems to. It was almost like he was… wishing that he was an andalite. Something about that made you feel sad.

He wasn’t born with an andalite body so he had to take one. Maybe if he was born an andalite maybe he might not have been as evil as he was now. Maybe he might be more heroic or perhaps just a normal guy. There were so many ifs and none of them you knew how to answer.

But you did know one thing for sure, he certainly did want to be an andalite. Maybe there was some way he could be. After the bandits made you one, why not make Esplin one as well?
But how would you get into contact with them again? It wasn’t like you could call them up and ask for help… or maybe you can. That was probably how Esplin did it right?

You smile quietly to yourself as you lean your head on Alloran’s.

Maybe you can make his dreams come true. Maybe you and him can really be together, not as master and pet, but as lovers.

Maybe… so many maybes.
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