Chapter 1 #3
I could tell him that, but pictures are worth a thousand words, and actions are worth, like, a million.
I snap my teeth at his wrist. I catch blue scales and thick hide in my mouth. Neither one feels particularly bad, but they don’t yield beneath my bite. It’s like trying to chew through animal hide.
“One hundred percent attack, zero damage,” he laughs at me. “This is how you repay me for my kindness?”
“It’s not kindness if you’re trying to steal me from myself,” I argue. “I’m no alien’s pet.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re my pet.”
“You just got free from captivity, and the first thing you do is take someone else captive? How does that work?” I wonder if I can argue myself out of this. I hope so.
“I’m not going to experiment on you. I’m going to look after you. Besides, having a human is useful at times. You make good emotional support creatures.”
“We do?”
“Of course. I just pulled you out of your drenched ship and you have been adorable about it. If we could do this more slowly, and if I could take you more gently, I would. But I am sure that there are Datari Composite ships on their way to this location even now, and I am out of quantum tunnels.”
He’s taking me because I was nice to him, because he wants to, and because he regards my free will as being mostly irrelevant.
I try to bite him again. This time he catches my jaw in his other hand and makes a tutting sound at me. “Uh uh,” he says. “Once was cute, but twice is becoming a habit, and I’m not going to allow my pet to become a biter. Try it again, and I will muzzle you.”
“I’m not your pet!”
“I am not going to argue this with you, pet. Not now.”
I try a different tack. Straight up defiance isn’t working. Maybe I can pretend to go along with his plan and then escape him. He’s distracted. He’s running from evil.
“Fine. But before we go, I need to stop by the ship and see if I can get some stuff…”
“‘Fraid not,” he says, his grip tightening on me. “I’m going to need to bring you with me, and the two of us are going to have to get on board a departing vessel as soon as possible.”
“Okay,” I say. “But I had things I was doing before my ship tried to kill me, and I…”
“We really have to go,” he says, pulling me along the way. When I try to dig my feet in, he just picks me up under his arm and carries me like luggage. “I thought I saw a transport vessel embarking over here.”
There is indeed a massive freighter being loaded at the docks.
I do have to wonder what the hell his plan is going to be here.
He reckons he just escaped a secret facility on another planet, so there’s no way he’s going to have a reservation on this ship that neither one of us even knew existed minutes ago. Are we just going to sneak on?
He marches right up to an alien at the end of the gangplank, an officious looking gangly thing with a very formal uniform on.
Does Freak know that he’s in his underwear?
Back on my colony, you can be refused service for no shirt or shoes.
People would lose their minds if you tried to go anywhere without pants.
The food court was one thing. When you’re hungry, nobody cares that someone else is in their underwear. This is a busy station, and there’s all kinds of weirdness here.
But trying to get on a freighter in this state of undress seems, well, a stretch.
The alien at the gangplank is holding a tablet. He glances up at the pair of us with what I can only describe as mild interest.
“Name, sir?”
“Caducaeus Caliperhorn Stendate,” Freak says. “And my human pet, Mixie.”
“Mara,” I say. He guessed my name pretty close to accurate, though. Must be one of those Psyon things.
The correction goes nowhere. Nobody pays any attention to me. I might as well be a bird chirping.
It has been a long time since I’ve had interactions with aliens like this.
My father used to take me out and about sometimes, and I got to see all kinds of interesting alien beings.
He’d ensure I never had direct contact with most of them, but I got to look and be curious.
Most of the people from our colony never leave it, so it was very exciting for me.
I used to dream of a time I would wander the stars as he did.
It’s not going like I thought it would.
The man with the register makes a big show of looking at the list. I am tense, waiting to see what happens when we are inevitably not on there.
“Here you are, sir,” he says. “Berth 1223-V.”
“Thank you,” Freak says.
“How did you do that?” I whisper the question as we board.
“Magic,” he winks.
It’s not magic though, it’s something else. He had a peculiar effect on that man, and I think he already has an odd effect on me too, for that matter. I am almost willingly getting on a freighter and leaving all my things behind on this shuttle with barely a word of dissent.
I told him I’m not going to be his pet, but I’m not screaming and kicking and fighting him. He’s not even carrying me right now. I’m just with him.
Once on board, we follow the signs to the berth the alien with the tablet indicated we should go to.
It’s a surprisingly nice room. There’s a big bed, and an area to sit and to dine.
It’s civilized. It’s far nicer than anything I’ve ever stayed in, and anything I’ve ever seen, for that matter.
The colony I come from isn’t known for luxuries.
How did he know about this room? There’s no way he could have. From the beginning he said he thought he saw this ship loading. That means he didn’t prepare a berth. He’s an escaped experiment.
But that alien didn’t question a thing about him. Even though he’s doing the alien equivalent of walking around in his sleeping bag.
The pet line worked so well too. People look at me, and look at him, and assume he owns me. I guess that’s actually the least mysterious part of the whole mystery. Why wouldn’t they? He is big and blue and covered in spikes and claws and I am a soft little human trotting about by his side.
“Aren’t you worried the people actually assigned to this berth are going to show up and ask us who we are?”
“That won’t happen,” he smirks.
“Okay. Tell me. How did you do that?”
Instead of answering me, he shuts the door to the room, grips me by the back of the neck, and smacks my butt hard enough to make me yowl. His hand is large enough to make contact with both cheeks at once, so the sting and heat swims across the entire seat of my rear.
“What was that for?” I whine the question while gripping my rear with both hands.
“Just making sure it worked,” he smiles. “I’m going to need to be able to discipline you, aren’t I?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my pet, and I can already tell you’re going to be feisty.”
“I’ll fucking tell you what else you should be able to tell, you big, blue…”
I stop swearing at him as he reaches for me, slides my hands away from my ass, and rubs my cheeks to soothe some of the sting out of them.
“Settle,” he says. “I know captivity isn’t easy, and I know you won’t adapt to it quickly, but I want you to feel that I am capable of keeping you well disciplined, pet.”
Now I am starting to freak out. The haze or whatever it was that brought me calmly onto the ship is fading, broken by that hard slap that jolted me to my senses.
“I’m gonna go,” I say. “I’m not a pet. I’m a person, and…”
He picks me up and presses me against the ship wall.
He presses his leg in between mine, and uses the fulcrum of my crotch to keep me in position.
I draw in a deep breath, somewhat shocked and very excited by this physical turn of events.
My pussy presses right against the hard ridge of his thigh and I feel my clit tingling in response.
“This is better for talking,” he says. “I like to keep my hands free.”
They go to my hips and keep me still. At the same time, he flexes his thigh muscle against my pussy, and I feel a pulse of excitement rush through me.
He’s making me aroused, and that’s not fair because I have a long history of not being able to think when I’m turned on.
The things I did when I was younger just because I was ovulating are enough to fill several diaries. It’s a wonder I never got pregnant.
“You’re cute. You’re sexy. You’re smart. And you’re brave,” he says. “So I’m going to keep you for my own. If you do not like that, I can mate you until you feel better about it. I am well endowed, and you will be guaranteed to enjoy it.”
He says it so bluntly, and the fact that he is handsome and muscular and his features are chiseled goes a long way toward making it a bearable statement.
“I wouldn’t recommend keeping me,” I say. “It’s not a good idea to keep wild things. Except not sentient ones.”
“You will be my pet,” he says. “I will look after you. I will make sure you don’t get stuck in any booby-trapped shuttles, and that you don’t get captured.”
“That’s because you already captured me,” I point out.
“That’s right,” he growls softly. “I already captured you, and I intend to keep you.”
It’s very sexy, and I suppose there’s something to be said for letting him have his way with me. I try to fight my way through the spell he is casting on me, and my own desire that is just as effective and maybe even more problematic.
“But…”
“Shhh,” he says. “Let me show you what it will be like.”
He nuzzles my neck and I feel his teeth glancing over my skin.
He could be very dangerous, if he wanted to be.
I remember how he ripped through the hull of my ship as if it were made of cardboard.
He has those big, thankfully retractable claws too.
I am in as much danger as I have ever been with anybody when I am in his presence, and yet I am starting to feel remarkably safe.
“I’m going to bite, just a little,” he says. “Don’t move.”
“Wha…”
He lowers his head to my neck. I feel myself turning my head to allow him to access that delicate part. I don’t know why I am being so compliant again. Curiosity, maybe. I want to see what he does with me.