When Throk got transferred to the base on an ice planet in the Ulippa system he assumed it would be boring and uneventful since he had to guard the comet, and it was for the most part, or at least it was until Lotor's generals arrived and stormed the base. It'd been so unexpected; Throk and (Y/n) had been going about their business as usual until a cruiser approached the base and fired at it. Throk went into battle mode while (Y/n) hid in their habsuite where she would be safe, although during the entire time she hid she feared that Throk would get killed by whomever decided to attack the base. In the end, the comet had been taken and (Y/n) found Throk laying on the floor in front of the main control console. The young woman made sure Throk was alright before she helped him sit up, then when he felt less dizzy she asked him what happened and who attacked the base. Throk wasn't sure why Lotor sent his generals to steal the comet when he could've just walked in and taken it without all the trouble, but he viewed it as an act of distrust and if Zarkon didn't return to the throne soon then he planned on abandoning the empire.

They both thought their problems were over until Haggar summoned Throk back to central command for questioning, which he didn't exactly have the option to not go; it would be business as usual, even though he wasn't looking forward to it, and naturally during their stay at central command (Y/n) would stay in a temporary habsuite in one of the lowest levels. Being back at central command was overwhelming for both Throk and (Y/n) since they were used to having a place of their own, so they had to return to their previous facade of a master and his pet. (Y/n) mostly kept to herself and unfortunately had to wear her robe every time she went out to make sure no one bothered her, luckily in their temporary quarters she could wear regular clothes. Once they got settled in (Y/n) sat on the couch all curled up; she had a feeling that something bad would happen to Throk and it made her anxious. Noticing his pet's anxiousness, Throk sat next to the human woman on the couch and gently draped an arm over her shoulders.

“What has you so nervous?” Throk inquired with genuine concern; if (Y/n) was anxious, then he knew something was up.

“I keep getting the feeling that something bad's going to happen to you. I don't know what or how, but it's making my woman's intuition go crazy.” (Y/n) answered as she glanced up at Throk, giving him a simple answer as to what troubled her.

“As far as I'm aware I'll simply be questioned by High Priestess Haggar, but I'll be careful for your sake, as well as my own.” Throk responded gently, assuring her that he would be alright, although it didn't prevent him from having his doubts.

When one was simply questioned by Haggar she only asked questions, but if the person being questioned refused to answer honestly then she would use other methods. Throk scooted closer to (Y/n) and began purring to help comfort her; if he'd been better at his job then they wouldn't have returned to central command temporarily, alas he'd become a bit soft during his time away. Since they would be staying for a few days he wanted to get a little sparring in if he could and perhaps a little battle refresher if he could, there wasn't a reason not to. Throk didn't really know the reason why Lotor had his base raided and he thought the questioning was a little overkill, nevertheless he had to do it in the name of the empire. When a sharp knock was heard at the door Throk sat up straight and so did (Y/n) to avoid any suspicion, then he promptly stood up and crossed the room so he could answer it; as expected, he found a druid waiting for him.

“High Priestess Haggar is ready for you now.” The Druid spoke, his tone devoid of any emotion; it was his job to escort Throk to the interrogation room, and he stepped back a bit to allow the commander to be able to exit the small habsuite.

“I'm coming.” Throk responded professionally as an annoyed expression crossed his features.

(Y/n) sat on the couch like she used to back when she lived with Zarkon to make sure Throk didn't get into any trouble for treating her too kindly. She watched her master leave with the Druid and silently wished him the best of luck, hoping he would return to her undamaged. (Y/n) knew exactly what Haggar was capable of and if Throk didn't have the answers she wanted then she might torture him to death; she didn't want him to die because of something Lotor did, and knowing Lotor he could care less if people suffered as long as it meant he got to keep whatever secrets he was keeping from the rest of the empire. To keep herself preoccupied (Y/n) decided to watch something for a while, that way she wouldn't worry herself too much. She would be happy when she and Throk could return to his outpost, then neither of them would have to worry about what Haggar or anyone else might do to them. Ultimately Lotor planned on getting revenge after what he heard Throk say in the bleachers of the arena and he figured the best way to do that was by blaming him for treachery, and if he just so happened to die then the prince would take (Y/n) as his personal slave.

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As it turned out Throk wouldn't just be questioned by Haggar, but she would interrogate him; things started off the usual way until Lotor's motivates were questioned, and even when Throk answered honestly Haggar still wouldn't believe him, insisting that he knew more than he was letting on to. Haggar had been relentless in her interrogation and it nearly killed Throk, he was in such bad condition afterwards that the doctor had to restart his heart twice and put him into a healing pod for a few days. (Y/n) was horrified when she'd been notified about her master's condition and she remained calm every time a sentry brought her food, although when she was completely alone she was depressed and she hoped he would survive. Every so often Vhyx would check in on the human woman; he wouldn't stay long, just long enough to tell her about how Throk was doing. (Y/n) worried that if Throk didn't get better in a timely manner then Lotor would take her and while he was very attractive and charming, he wasn't Throk.

After about a week Throk was released from the infirmary, but he would have to rest for a few days before he and (Y/n) could return to the base he was stationed at. (Y/n) was determined to nurse Throk back to health during his brief recovery period, and every day Vhyx would stop by during his lunch break. Throk appreciated the company of his friend since he didn't get to socialize much outside of (Y/n); when he'd been transferred his lieutenant had been promoted to a general so he could remain at central command. Each time Vhyx visited, (Y/n) kept up her act as the perfect pet, luckily she was still allowed to sit on the couch and at the table. During the sixth day of Throk's recovery Vhyx had come to visit like usual, and during the meal he told the lanky commander about the most recent gladiatorial matches. (Y/n) didn't necessarily like the gladiator matches, but she was just a pet at the moment and she couldn't speak up against it.

“So then there's a new champion after all this time? It's about time, after the last one escaped the matches haven't been quite as entertaining.” Throk spoke thoughtfully while he ate some of the disgusting purple food goo in his bowl, although he knew better than to complain about the food he was given.

“There's another match tomorrow evening, you could join me if you're feeling up to it.” Vhyx replied as he casually mentioned the next match, inviting his friend to go with him.

“I'm feeling well enough now, and I have missed our time together. I'll be there.” Throk responded with a smile; as much as he enjoyed his time with (Y/n), he looked forward to watching a gladiator match with his comrade.

During their conversation (Y/n) sat quietly and ate the food goo in her bowl, wishing that they could have real food; alas, they were only given food goo to eat during their stay. She felt bad for all of the people who were held hostage for the gladiator matches and she hoped they could someday earn their freedom, if Zarkon hadn't of taken an interest in her long ago then she would have possibly been raised to be a potential gladiator. (Y/n) remembered Shiro and how Zarkon had considered having her impregnated with a sperm sample from him, she was glad he never actually went through with it. Eventually the three of them finished lunch and (Y/n) gathered the dishes so she could rinse them off, then after Vhyx left Throk headed to the bed and took his shirt off. (Y/n) rinsed all of the dishes off and put them in the dishwasher, then she walked over to the bed to see if he needed anything. He looked as though he was in some degree of pain, and she wanted to see if she could do anything to help him.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need anything?” (Y/n) gently asked her master, prepared to do or get anything he might need.

“My back hurts again, could you please give me a massage?” Throk answered with a pained groan, laying flat on his stomach on the bed.

“Alright, just give me a moment and I'll be right up.” (Y/n) assured him; if she was going to give Throk a massage, then she needed to get up on the bed.

Throk muttered something under his breath about hating Haggar and Lotor for being horrible people, then he went silent when (Y/n) used a step-stool to get up onto the bed. Over the years (Y/n) had perfected her massage skills and she knew what she was doing; she could hardly wait to get her hands on Throk's back. He had many scars from his past battles, luckily they no longer hurt and the human woman could touch them without accidentally hurting him. The commander was so skinny that (Y/n) could comfortably straddle his torso up until a certain point so she could sit comfortably, with how much he ate it was astonishing how thin he was. Throk felt his face heat up a bit when he felt the way (Y/n) sat on him, resisting the urge to moan from the way she straddled him. He noticed how she just sat there for a moment, most likely surveying his back to see where she needed to begin.

“Are you ready?” (Y/n) quietly asked Throk while she rubbed her hands together to warm them up, wanting to make sure he was ready for her to help his back feel less sore.

“Yes, I'm ready. Go on, then.” Throk mumbled his answer, wishing she would just get on with it.

(Y/n) laced her fingers together and cracked her knuckles, then her hands were upon his lean back in a matter of seconds. She felt Throk flinch when she planted her palms gently towards his sides; she had to allow him to get used to her touch before she could actually get started, otherwise she could potentially make his back pain worse. His muscles felt tense beneath her palms and a massage was just the thing he needed; once (Y/n) felt Throk relax beneath her, she started off by gently sliding her hands up and down the edges of his back a few times before she added a little pressure, loving how soft his fur felt to the touch. There were a few patches of fur missing where his deeper scars were located, each one with its own story of how it came to be. As (Y/n) applied pressure with her palms she remembered how Throk occasionally spoke of a few of his past battles; he was proud that he'd been victorious long ago, at least until Lotor showed up and he'd accepted the prince's challenge for the throne. The sigh of relaxation beneath her was satisfying, and she strove to keep her movements smooth.

The sensation of the young woman's hands smoothly rubbing up and down his back a few times had Throk tense at first, then when she added a little pressure to her lower palms he sighed. It felt as though every nerve in his body was on fire in a way that actually felt good, pleasurable in a way, and it would be a miracle if a certain part of him actually stayed put. As (Y/n) slowly moved her hands to the center of her master's back she kept her touch gentle, only adding pressure with her fingertips; she felt a full-body shudder beneath her followed by a barely audible moan when her fingertips ghosted over Throk's shoulder blades, which were apparently sensitive. Throk allowed his body to go limp beneath (Y/n) as he surrendered himself to her, completely vulnerable while she delicately worked her hands up and down his back. He shuddered again when he felt (Y/n) shift a little on his back before she massaged the symbol of infinity across him before she returned to her previous up and down motions.

“Am I doing alright?” (Y/n) queried after a few moments, wanting to know if she was actually doing well.

“I think so, yes. I had no idea you were this good.” Throk all but moaned when he felt her press her palms down against the bases of his shoulder blades a few times, her touch gentler than he originally anticipated.

“I kinda picked it up after my time with Zarkon. You're more reactivate to it than he was, though.” (Y/n) answered with a neutral tone when she mentioned Zarkon, not wanting to remember her time with him, but she was happier with Throk and how he appreciated her assistance.

Throk felt special and made sure to express his gratitude for his pet; Zarkon might not have appreciated (Y/n), but he did and he wanted her to know it. (Y/n) felt a little flustered from his expression of gratitude and it was kind of a turn on, so she continued doing a good job to make her master feel better. She gazed down at his back and ghosted her fingertips up to his shoulders, then she gripped them and pressed down with her palms to add pressure, feeling his previously tense muscles relax. Both (Y/n) and Throk could hear a crackly crunch sound while she worked out the knots, causing him to moan loudly each time it happened. A massage had been just the thing Throk needed, he didn't realize just how tense his muscles had been until (Y/n) put her hands on him. He had an odd fascination with the young woman's hands; they were so tiny and dainty compared to his, perfect for touching him where bigger hands couldn't reach, and the mere thought of her fingers near his sheath had him pouring slickness inside of his two remaining articles of clothing, and it would undoubtedly soak through onto the bedding beneath him. Without completely realizing his actions, Throk rocked his hips against the bed in an attempt to ease the tingling pressure of his arousal.

“Hey, a-are you okay? Do you need me to get off?” (Y/n) inquired after she noticed how Throk seemed to be rocking himself, blushing madly as she tried not to think about him getting an erection in the middle of his massage.

“I'm fine, just keep going.” Throk answered breathlessly; he wanted (Y/n) to keep going, but he knew that he needed to control himself better.

(Y/n) was just as turned on as her master, although she knew better than to act on it since she didn't want to overstep any boundaries. She kneaded out as many knots as she could, then she scooted down his lengthy back so she could begin massaging a new area. As she rubbed her hands in a slow ovalular motion and added pressure to certain areas, (Y/n) found more knots and massaged them out. As Throk laid practically boneless beneath the petite woman, his chin resting on where he had his arms crossed while he muttered praises and purred. (Y/n) couldn't help that she was fascinated with Throk's body; he was so long and skinny, yet muscular at the same time, and while she added pressure with her palms up his spine she could feel each deep breath he took. Ultimately she would end the massage when she reached his arse because she wasn't sure how he would react to her touching it, even though she really wanted to.

Receiving a back massage from his pet had Throk feeling better in no time, but he didn't want to interrupt her as she made her way down his back. Eventually he wanted to return the favor and give (Y/n) a massage; he would have to trim his nails down until they were smooth, although since she had skin instead of fur he could use scented lotion on her. (Y/n) loved slowly running her hands across his back; his fur was short, but very soft, and while she gazed at him she couldn't help but want to braid his hair. The further down (Y/n) moved, the more turned on she and Throk felt, and if it wasn't for the uncertain nature of their relationship then she would have been giving him a more intimate kind of massage. When (Y/n) reached his lower back she pressed down with her fingertips and made a circular motion, drawing out a string of moans and whimpers from the man beneath her. For somebody as skinny as Throk, she was surprised that he had such a nice ass.

When (Y/n's) butt touched Throk's they both blushed; she was literally on top of him and her touch was gentle, alas they weren't yet aware of their feelings for each other yet. With how much time she'd been giving Throk a thorough back rub (Y/n) had explored every inch of his back, which would be good to know for future reference. Even through her clothes she could feel just how hot he felt to the touch, and she felt oddly flattered that she had such an effect on him. Throk shuddered and moaned when he felt (Y/n) rub the pads of her thumbs up and down his lower thoracolumbar fascia in a V motion, voicing how good it felt. As (Y/n) finished up giving Throk a back massage she realized just how badly she needed to use the bathroom seeing as she hadn't gone since before Vhyx's visit. Throk, on the other hand, had a not so little problem that he needed to deal with and he couldn't do it with (Y/n) there. He sighed heavily when she got off of his back, then he opened his eyes.

“I'll be right back.” (Y/n) said as she pardoned herself prior to slipping off of the bed, promptly walking straight to the bathroom.

Throk watched her leave and patiently waited for her to close and lock the door, then he rolled onto his back and lifted his hips enough for him to partially pull his pants and underwear down. He needed to be quick, otherwise (Y/n) would catch him touching himself; luckily for him his-

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Right as (Y/n) opened the bathroom door and turned the bathroom lights off, Throk covered most of his lower half with a blanket.

“How are you feeling now?” (Y/n) queried when she walked toward the bed, noticing the dazed expression on his face.

“I feel much better. I truly appreciate your assistance.” Throk responded with a dopey smile; he purred loudly, content after the massage and his climax.

“I'm glad that I could help. Did you get cold?” (Y/n) replied as she beamed at Throk, promptly joining him on the bed again; he was partially covered with a blanket, so she assumed that he must have gotten chilly.

“Cold… yes.” Throk nearly coughed in response, not wanting to let on to what he'd been up to during her brief absence.

“Then I'll help you warm up. Before you know it, we'll be home again.” (Y/n) crooned affectionately as she crawled over to him, promising the older man that they'd eventually return to their newer home.

Since his phallus hadn't fully retracted yet, Throk let the petite woman come to him so he wouldn't accidentally put her off if she were to see the large bulge in his pants. Once she was close enough, he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and held her close, a deep purr rumbling within his chest. While (Y/n) had been in the bathroom she'd taken an extra moment to calm herself down so she wouldn't drive Throk crazy with her scent; she definitely wanted things between them to have gone further and it wasn't uncommon for commanders to have sex with their pets who were people from other planets, but he genuinely respected her and he wouldn't take things further. Being the personal pet of a sexy commander was a blessing and a curse because (Y/n) got to spend a lot of personal time with Throk, although she also had to keep her desires in check so they didn't get out of hand. Their little cuddle session led to Throk and (Y/n) taking a short nap together with how relaxed they were, luckily no one else would bother them for the rest of the day.

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The full chapter will be published on ao3 tomorrow afternoon.