New Frontiers

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Bitshift

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He had hardly believed it when the message came through. He had won the Launch Lottery. He was heading to the colonies. It was hard to get off world even if you were rich or highly-skilled, let alone someone like him. But the ticket was already transferred to his account. He was in.

The initial thrill had ebbed a little with time, but even as he got to know co-workers and staff and settled in it was still a rush to look out the wide windows of the colony and see dust blow over an alien landscape, while flickering station propaganda scrolled along the bottom of the glass. "Everyone has a place in the colony!"

And then He had shown up.

At one of the smaller automats that had been clumsily reworked to look like a coffee shop. The stallion, the unicorn, had walked over to his table with a smile, sat without asking. Started to talk. And somehow, it was impossible to interrupt, or ignore, or leave. Only listen, very closely, loosening up gradually, smiling and laughing, answering when questions were asked, nodding and agreeing.

Leaving together.

After that, they had met often. The unicorn would talk, and laugh, and he would do things for Him. Stay very still at his station while covert magic slipped between his legs, stroking and tugging. Slipping to the floor in the maintenance bay, muzzle rising to meet the length between the unicorn's flanks. Laying back on his bunk while the unicorn took him so hard the braced frame shook, over and over. Every meeting felt better somehow. Better and better. Hazier and hazier. Feeling like he was floating sometimes.

He didn't realize he had signed the contract until the pad in front of him chirped in recognition, several notifications firing off in rapid succession.

*Contract Sent*
*Contract Received. Reviewing.*
*Contract Approved.*
*Message Received:* "Your colony membership class has been successfully changed"
*Message Received:* "Welcome to DeltaCorp!"

His eyes scanned back up the screen. "Service Contract." "Ownership." "Non-revocable." A chill of fear ran through him as realization hit. And then the unicorn moved inside him again, a slow, grinding thrust, and he moaned in surrender, everything shattering into dumb, contented pleasure again.

The next few days had been awkward. Every trip outside his quarters had meant whistles and cat calls, and quiet laughter as hooves pointing to the fresh DeltaCorp logo machine-printed along his flanks. But all that slipped away the moment a stallion approached, flashed a condescending smile, and told him to follow to some place quiet. And there were many interested stallions. There had been only three DeltaCorp assets to serve the entire colony. Now there were four, and everyone was eager to try the new merchandise. By the end of the first week he had given up trying to preserve any personal dignity. By the end of the third he had stopped trying to figure out an escape. By the fourth all he could focus on was being a better slut for his clients.

Like the cocky pilot shoving him against the wall. A month ago they had been rivals. Now he was just stress relief for the stallion, and as his client pressed inside he couldn't help but give a pathetic, satisfied moan. Everyone had their place in the colony. Now, thanks to the Unicorn, he knew his.



-Auction is for character in blue
-SB: $20
-Male only
-Any pony type
-All pieces will be inked and colored. $60 and above gets simple shading, hair shading and highlights as well.
ETA: 2 weeks
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