You'd think crashlanding on an alien planet would be horrible, especially one the life pod cheerfully told you was interdicted due to a deadly contagion. Great, huh? Instead of possibly dying in deep space, I was going to catch some horrible disease and die alone except for the tiny little dog I was supposed to be looking after becuse interdicted meant no rescue. Hooray for me! Only it doesn't quite work out that way. The crash could very well turn out to be the best thing that's ever happened to me. It turns out that not only are there aliens living on this world but also that there's more to the 'deadly pathogen' story. As for dying alone? Not only will he not let me or the pup die, but the blue and lavender striped god of manliness that found me has a singular focus: to make me his

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