Only willing submission

Headache

Dizzy and with a numbing headache Lance came to. His memory was a bit hazy. The team had been figthing Lotor's generals up close, or the majority of the them had. Lance, as the sharpshooter, had overseen the operation from a distance. He was sitting on a ledge, his smooth red riffle pressed against his body as he observed the scene under him. Everyone was holding up, but he couldnt findt Ezor, and Narti was pushing Keith away from the rest of the group toward Lance's position, which was worrisome since the closer they got to him the more split his focus would be and soon they would be almost directly under him. With an annoyed 'hmpf' Lance was about to radio Keith, when his rifle was abruptly ripped from him. It flew a good 20 metres out into the empty space over the ledge he was lying on, way past Keith and Narti.

Almost the second he turned around Ezor's pointed footware connected to his jaw as well. With his head spinning he barely registered the way she giggled as she grabbed him around the throat. Lance gasped and tried to pull her hand off him.He struggled while she pushed him closer to the edge of his hiding spot.

Lance remembered thinking he was gonna die then. That Ezor was going to throw him off the edge and let him plummet to his death, possibly landing in Keith's face and taking him with him. And he couldn't even yell out to warn him, what with being strangled and all. He also remembered the surprise that had momentarily distracted him from the situation when Ezor tipped over into the empty space under them, voluntarily falling. But then she didn't let go of him before he was falling too.

She cried out, excitedly, full of joy, and spread her arms out, the yellow skin, between them and her torso acting like some sort of wings, like a kite or a flying squirrel and she was in control of her descent. Which was more than one could say for Lance. He didn't scream, not immediately, he gasped for air, his windpipe having been shut off firmly just a second ago. And then there was the impact, and this was when his memory starting getting really hazy. Just as he was about to hit the ground someone slammed into him, catching him, likely saving him from his end. It should've been Keith, he was the only team member close enough to do it, but he could've sworn he heard his voice somewhere far off yelling his name followed but a lot of other yelling. He remembered the rest like he had walked away unscathed, walked away from his team.

He'd never do that. He rubbed his face and blinked hard a couple of times, feeling his headache slowly growing dimmer and less significant. The room he was in, wasn't his own, nor was the bed. The bed was in the middle of the square room, the sheets where dark grey and so were the walls and the ceiling and the floor, except for a round red carpet under the bed with blue detailing.

Lance was starting to get a bit concerned. This whole place looked awfully Galra to him.

He kicked the cover off and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, onto the soft plush carpet, and noticed what he was wearing. For a moment he was horrified.

Everything was transparent and so dark blue it was almost the same dark grey as his sheets. His legs were wrapped in lace up well past his mid thigh, and he'd been dressed in some sort of baby doll dress. It had elbow length sleeves but hung off both his shoulders and it had two bottons, only the top one was done up, making the thing look almost like a shawl, had it not been for the line of white pearls at the seam that wrapped around his shoulders and connected with the closed botton. But the most important thing about the costume in Lance's humble opinion was not what it consisted of, but what it lacked, and that would be underwear, something, anything really, to cover his dick, would've been nice...

Swallowing down the panic that was threatening to overwhelm him, Lance took a few deep breaths, a hand over his heart trying to regain control of the rate it was beating at.

He calmed. A little. Then he peeled of the stocking from his right leg and wrapped it around his hips for the sake of decency. He supposed proprity and shame was out the window since someone had obviously undressed and redressed him. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. Some presumably Galra creeper had stolen the underear off his body. It was probably Lotor, since they'd been figting him last he remembered. Quiznak the fucker stole his underwear, he was probably sniffing it right now, or something else at the same grossness level. Lance shuddered. Ew. And when had he even last changed his underwear ? Ah fuck it, give Lotor a proper whiff of some serious ass crack. Given the connotations of his new attire, it'd be great if Lotor suddenly found him super repulsive instead of whatever this half nude lace thing was suppose to signal.