Drunk on Starlight

One Plug up the Fuckhole (Koliro/Sheith)

“And that’s how I single handedly quelled the rebellion forces in District 43. Buttered up a few of the cute young things and got them to talk their parents out of fighting back against us. Of course, it helped for some of their fathers to see their daughters in the palm of my hand. Too many species are horribly weak to familial bonds.”

The galra officer sitting on the plush leather couch grinned a devilish smile as he leaned back, legs crossed as if to mark a job well done.

“Wow…” Hunk breathed, leaning closer to him. “You managed to do all that, without anyone getting hurt. That’s amazing!”

“Just doing my part for the empire,” the Galra huffed, but the dopey look in his eyes gave him away plain as day. Hunk leaned even closer to him, chin nearly bumping the other’s shoulder, and from where he sat several chairs over Shiro could see the blush creep into his purple ears.

“Still… you’re slowly having them integrate into Galra society, without resorting to drastic measures. If you keep that up they’re sure to be willing partners in the empire, they might even look for ways to give back. Ways that might be… really nice…” Hunk’s hand came to rest on the unsuspecting officer’s leg and a tremor shook through him as if he’d been electrified.

“I-I….” he stammered. Hunk blinked up at him with those soft, chocolate brown eyes and Shiro knew he’d hooked him. “Would you like to hear more about what I’ve done?”

“Please.”

Good old Hunk, Shiro smiled, and returned to surveying the rest of the scene. There were at least a dozen guests in the club tonight, all off in their own little groups. Hunk had taken care of the one official they’d picked out of the crowd, chatting him up and his female companion. Pidge was upstairs in the sound booth, playing mix after mix and watching the cameras, and Keith and Lance were on stage right now, drawing quite the little crowd. There were no less than seven galra who had dragged chairs right up to the edge of the stage, staring at the two of them as if they were the last light in the universe. It wasn’t for lack of a show. Lance’s long willowy limbs glided around the pole set in the middle of the stage with almost effortless grace, toes pointed, legs extended in the most perfect of splits as he circled round and round. Keith almost floated above him, hanging upside down as if gravity had forgotten him, gazing down with that cat-like grace only Keith had. His legs stretched out almost impossibly far from his center, rump against the pole, tail curled around the shaft. All the while his pointed ears swiveled and twicked with lazy interest.

There was a reason they were on display after all.

Eons ago, before Shiro could remember, before anyone could remember, the Galra had found Earth. A new colony teaming with life both more and less intelligent than the galra and no less interesting. From what he knew the first few decades of colonization were uneventful, but that all changed when one scientist did something unprecedented.

They spliced humans with animals.

Centuries, maybe even a millenia had passed since then. Original humans died out, replaced with the dozens of crossbreeds made. Growing up in the breeding facility he’d always been told it was for their benefit, to domesticate faster, make them more appealing to their galran owners. It was a way to ensure they’d find their place in the universe, safe and happy and looked after until the day they died. He’d been trained for that life, they all had, how to comfort their owners, how to perform galran customs… There were even the more… intimate lessons he’d been taught upon turning of age. After all, a good pet did everything to please their master. Even attend to those parts of them. He might even enjoy some aspects of it… they all did. It was part of why they were all here.