Captain Ryson looked at the strange object sitting in the middle of his cargo bay, his every instinct telling him that this thing was going to bring trouble.

His executive officer, Bradley, seemed to think differently. The stocky badger was pacing around the object and chattering excitedly. “This is an incredible discovery! This is going to change everything! We’re all going to be rich and famous!”

The lion captain kept staring at the thing, arms crossed across his chest, tail whipping back and forth behind him. It was a large and angular lump of a thing, with odd protrusions sticking out all over. Its metal surface was covered with writing, in a language that matched nothing in their database.

All the indications were that this thing was made by a non-terrestrial intelligent species. If it was genuine, then it would be the first ever evidence discovered for such a thing. If nothing else, he had to admit it would indeed be an incredible discovery.

He glanced at the other crew member in the cargo bay, his head engineer, Franklin. The slim ferret was studying the readout of a scanning device.

“There is definitely some form of technology in that thing.” Franklin reported. “But I can’t figure it out, the scans aren’t very detailed.” He looked to the captain and shrugged. “We’re a low-grade cargo ship, sir, not a science vessel. Our scanners aren’t exactly state of the art.”

Ryson nodded. He was wondering if he’d made the right decision to bring the object on board after they happened to find the thing drifting through space. He could only hope it wasn’t dangerous.

A beeping from Franklin’s scanner drew his attention. “Power levels inside the object are rising.” The ferret said. “Whatever is, it seems to be switching on and…”

The writing across the surface started glowing and before any of them could properly react, a wave of power washed over their minds, freezing them in place.

Ryson stood there, unable to move as the object’s influence flowed through his mind, fully aware that it was changing his thoughts, brainwashing and reprogramming him, erasing old desires and goals and replacing them with new ones. And he was powerless to resist, the process so strong as to utterly overwhelm any free will or attempts to hang on to his old self.

And then came a flood of new knowledge, information about the object’s creators, rituals and culture and most importantly of all, history. What this object was and how it came to be there.

The object translated the name of the creators to simply the ‘Reptilians’, so that was how
Ryson found himself thinking of them from then on. They had been facing a terrible cataclysm, an incoming meteor that was going to obliterate their world. With no space flight technology, they had to find another way to preserve their species and civilization.

Thankfully, they had the means for such another way, thanks to a bitter war that had been fought in the past with another intelligent race that had evolved on their planet. They had eventually won by developing ways to mentally and physically transform their enemies into loyal Reptilians.

The object, the true name of which roughly translated to ‘glorious receptacle of reptilian hope’, was made with the mental transformation technology, activating once it was in the presence of suitable intelligent beings, emitting a powerful psionic field to reprogram all within range. And Ryson now knew that deep inside the object, in a sealed and secure compartment, were sample vials of the physical transformation serum. Knowledge of how to manufacture more was also now implanted in the heads of all present.

The object had been blasted into deep space, the Reptilians hoping that someday, centuries or even millennia in the future, it might be found and their glorious race resurrected.

And it had worked! Ryson thought, as the object finished its brainwashing of him. Although he still had the body of a lion, he now considered himself a Reptilian, his mind and thoughts completely transformed.

But... but there was more. He was no simple Reptilian, he realized. He was to be the new Emperor! The object had been designed to locate a figure of authority and give them special programming to be the new ruler of the revived Reptilians. All others would be programmed to be his loyal subjects.

He knew that ordinarily, the selection of a new Reptilian emperor was a much longer and complicated process, with various complex rituals, but apparently the elders back on the home world had given special dispensation in this instance, to ensure the proper resurrection of the species.

Emperor Ryson looked to Bradley and Franklin. Their reprogramming had been completed and they dropped to one knee, bowing their heads to him and giving him the traditional salute.

Knowing what he had to do, Ryson hit the communicator on his wrist. “This is Captain Ryson, all hands are to report to cargo bay 3 immediately!”

The ship was small, only a crew of twenty, but it would be best to get them all reprogrammed as soon as possible. One by one, they started arriving, only taking a few steps into the room before falling under the objects influence and begin their brainwashing.

For the next step, Ryson addressed Bradley. “Get up to the cockpit and change course. I want this ship headed for the colony on Corus Prime, best possible speed.”

The badger leapt to his feet. “Yes, your Majesty!” He said and scampered away.

Ryson knew Corus Prime was the largest colony within range of their ship. A population of approximately 1.6 million. Plenty to convert to a Reptilian way of thinking.

Next, he looked to Franklin. “Run a full diagnostic of the object, ensure all its systems remain operational.” He knew that with the new knowledge they had all received, the ferret would be more than capable of performing proper maintenance on the object. He then added. “And make it ready to be connected to a bigger power source so that we can boost its range.”

“As you command, Majesty.” Franklin nodded. “I estimate that we should be able to boost the range to encompass an entire world, with a power supply large enough.”

“Then we shall find such a power supply, no matter the cost.” Ryson stated as Franklin got to work.

The Emperor turned his attention to the rest of the crew. They had all arrived now. The ones that had completed their brainwashing were down on one knee, saluting, head bowed. As he watched, the last few finished their transformations and did likewise.

There was something he had to do. It was now his duty and heartfelt desire to uphold and practice the old Reptilian traditions. And there was a ritual that need to be performed here and now.

He looked to his crew… or rather his subjects now, he corrected himself. He pointed at a young, well-built bear. “You. Come here and strip naked. You will assist me with the Ritual of Dominance.”

The bear immediately obeyed, getting to his feet and pulling off his clothes. “Yes, your Majesty! Thank you for selecting me for such a great honour!”

Emperor Ryson also began stripping off his clothing. The Ritual of Dominance was an ancient Reptilian tradition, performed whenever there was a new emperor. It involved the new ruler selecting the biggest and strongest of those present, then using and dominating them sexually. It was symbolic, representing the new Emperor’s dominance over all their subjects.

So soon, he had the bear bent over and was savagely fucking his tailhole. He was proud to hear his sexual partner muttering a prayer of thanks to the Reptilian Gods for being chosen for this. The object had done its job well and made his whole crew think like true Reptilian’s.

But they would hold off on any physical transformations for now, as much as Ryson yearned to become fully a Reptilian, what he now saw as his true self. He had to proceed with caution. The sudden appearance of a crew of brutishly muscular, never before seen reptilian beings would attract too much attention too soon, give those who might oppose them a chance to organize and move against them.

No, it was best that they operate in secret for now. They would boost the object’s power and range, and tour various large colony worlds, reprogramming their entire populations into loyal subjects. He would have them all continue their lives, give the outward appearance of normality. But he would have each world secretly manufacture a stockpile of the transformation serum.

And then, when he judged that their numbers were great enough, he would send word to all his subjects to take the serum. The Reptilian race would truly and fully be reborn. It would then be a simple matter to swarm the remaining colony worlds and Earth itself, convert the remaining non-reptilians, who would likely to be too shocked and confused to mount an effective defence.

On that day, a new galactic Reptilian empire would be born, with Emperor Ryson ruling over all. And it would be glorious!

This thought accompanied the Emperor finishing his fucking of the bear, with a wash of orgasmic pleasure and him shooting his load deep into his subject’s rear. He immediately pulled his cock out with a slight pop, trailing sticking ropes of cum.

The bear then completed the ritual, turned to face him and dropping to one knee while saluting. “All hail Emperor Ryson!” He cried out. “For the glory of all Reptilians!”

The other former crew, who had been observing the ritual, took up the cry. “Hail emperor Ryson!”

The Emperor smiled and nodded his approval, proud to have such good subjects to command and use, and happy to mentally, and eventually physically, be a Reptilian, part of the race that would soon rule the galaxy…