Tyler slammed the trunk on the “boxy”
transport vehicle, satisfied with the day’s work. Zetan manufactured
ground vehicles had flooded Earth’s streets after the alliance with the
interstellar empire, and while they could run for years without
recharge, there was still a large business in aftermarket modifications,
mostly to make them more earth-like. Today’s particular client had
wanted an old earth-style vehicle shell put on his, eliminating the ugly
square shape of the standard vehicle that gave the boxys their name,
along with some modifications to the vehicle’s programming to allow it
to go faster under manual control. Satisfied the job was completed,
Tyler hung up his safety goggles and headed for the shop exit.
“Fucking squids,” he heard the shop owner, Mr. Andrews, shout angrily as he walked into the lobby.
Tyler frowned, glancing at the news report playing on the muted TV on the wall, “What’s up?” he asked.
“Cephalos were spotted poking around Alpha Centuari again,” Mr. Andrews bellowed, “that’s a human system, you just know if it was a Zetan one, they’d have both the fleets out there today!
I don’t trust those green skinned, knife eared-“ he looked at Tyler a
moment, then cleared his throat, “I mean uh… I’m sure a lot of them are
great, I just have problems with their leaders, you know?”
Tyler
nodded politely. Word that he was dating a Zetan had gotten around the
workplace, and he’d noticed that some of the more candid opinions his
coworkers had on the green skinned aliens had been toned down in his
presence.
“Zetan leaders are all figureheads,” a girl’s voice called from behind the receptionist desk.
“Oh god, here we go,” Mr. Andrews muttered.
Emma stood up angrily, “Zetans, humans, it’s all just a big show! The illuminati have been running Earth and Zeta Prime for centuries!”
“I used to only have to listen to this every Thanksgiving,” Mr. Andrews muttered, “I’m going to go finish some paperwork…”
Emma
huffed angrily as her uncle went back to his office. The petite woman
had a tomboyish build, accentuated by her short cropped red hair. From
what Tyler understood she was Mr. Andrews niece, given the job as a
family favor after her conspiratorial rantings had caused problems with
her other work. The pair got along well enough, Tyler found her more
outlandish tales amusing, and even when he smirked, she still liked
telling them.
“So what do you think of the squid thing,” he asked
casually, plopping himself on a seat in the shop’s waiting room, “are
you with your uncle? You think the Zetans should send more ships to
Alpha Centuari?”
“Oh please,” Emma waved dismissively, “after the
battle of Alrec the squids are going to be too scared to go near a Zetan
or Human system in force for a few years at least. Plus they probably
know that Princess Nea survived, and they don’t want to see her again!”
Tyler smirked, “Come on Emma, how could she have gotten off the Blade right before it rammed into the head squid’s ship? It was on fire, full of enemies, and they’d even vented the oxygen!”
“She
was rescued by a rogue bounty hunter hired by the Empress,” Emma said,
as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “then they told
everyone she was dead so people wouldn’t be mad at her!”
“Sure Emma,” Tyler laughed, “And then Kurt Miller snuck her off into deep space.”
“If
you check the passenger manifest for the New Tombstone colony there are
two female Zetans listed,” Emma said, “one of those is obviously
Princess Nea!”
Tyler chuckled at how passionate she got about the
topic. Conspiracy theories about Princess Nea and her bodyguard Telma’s
survival were all over the internet, being popular across both human and
Zetan communities. Tyler didn’t believe any of it himself of course,
but it made interesting talk… particularly with Astra.
There was a
small ding as the shop’s bell rang, signaling that his Zetan girlfriend
had arrived to pick him up for their date. Like most Zetans who lived
on earth the towering green skinned woman had adopted more human
fashions, and the low-cut white sundress she wore contrasted nicely with
her dark green, almost black hair as she smiled, brushing a stray
strand behind her pointed ear.
Tyler stood up, walking to her
side, embracing her and enjoying the way she playfully rested the top of
her chin on his head. Like most Zetans she was tall by earth standards,
scratching seven feet, more on those days where she wore heels, another
piece of earth fashion that was gaining popularity in their circles.
But she’s not wearing heels today though, Tyler
thought, sneaking a peek downwards. The bright silver sandals left
those wonderful green feet exposed, the immaculately trimmed nails
shining slightly under the fluorescent light. She wiggled her toes
playfully without looking down, She knows exactly where I’m looking, he realized, his mouth dry.
Those
particular sandals had a very odd additional feature, a pair of tiny
steel clasps which would hold a shrunken person arms spread against the
thongs, their body stuck between the wearer’s big and index toe.
“Do
you like them?” Astra teased, leaning down a little so she could
whisper in his ear, “I just got them at a lovely little shop in the
Zetan quarter, one that caters to relationships like ours.” She parted
and grinned, enjoying his red face as he fought the urge to steal
another peak at the sandals.
“Be careful around the Zetan quarter
Tyler,” Emma said, peering out from behind her monitor again, “the
Zetans have nefarious plans to lure our males to their planet so they
can explode their population!”
Astra smirked, walking over to the
receptionist’s desk and leaning over it slightly, letting the little
woman get a good look at her ample green chest revealed by the low cut
dress. Now it was Emma’s turn to blush, and from Astra’s smug expression
she’d gotten the desired reaction.
“Earth has plenty of men to go
around though,” Astra said in a teasing voice, “We only have one for
every fifty of us back home… it would be rude not to share a few.”
“T-This isn’t Zeta Prime,” Emma stammered, quickly rearranging her desk in an attempt to look busy, “we don’t share m-men here!”
“A
shame,” Astra sighed, standing back up and walking back to Tyler, “I’ll
just have to keep this one all to myself… Goodbye Emma, perhaps we
should discuss Zetan culture together sometime, I’m sure you’d find it fascinating.”
With
that Astra hooked her arm around Tyler’s, all but leading him out into
the parking lot to her waiting vehicle. Tyler eagerly went with her,
entering the passenger side as she opened the door for him.
Dating a Zetan was different, to
say the least, Astra always seemed very forward, almost aggressive,
with him. The two had met when she’d brought her own transport into the
shop for customization, a service which was apparently unique to earth
and its colony worlds, and she’d shocked him by asking him to dinner as
soon as she’d paid her bill. Astra’s job, like most Zetans in the area,
was related to imports and exports of goods between Earth and Zeta
prime, something she joked gave her plenty of time to sample the local flavors.
“Let’s
get you home and out of those work clothes,” Astra purred, tapping a
button into the boxy’s navigation, “in the meantime…” She turned her
swiveling chair towards his with a grin, propping her feet into his lap
as the automated transport started up, “Now be a good human and get to
work.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said eagerly, slowly unbuckling the sandals.
“How
lucky I am,” Astra moaned, feeling his thumbs trace over her soles, “to
find a human so eager to get into his natural position…”
He
smirked, Astra loved earth, and he was fairly certain that she’d been in
a Human Appreciation Society at some point, but when they were alone,
she often took on the role of the wicked, dominating Zetan. It was
something that drove him wild.
“A little softer,” she ordered,
wincing as his thumb pressed just a little too hard over her soft
arches, “you’ll want to treat those feet well, they’re going to be the
ones handling you later,” she murmured, closing her eyes with a
grin. Idly she reached into her purse, pulling up the small remote
sized shrink ray and teasingly waving it in front of him.
Oh hell yes, Tyler
thought, his mouth going dry. Like most Zetans Astra carried one of the
devices with her almost all the time, and while there were still many
cultural sensitivities over their use, Astra had gleefully asked to
shrink Tyler the first time they’d gone back to her place together… an
experience that had been life changing for him.
“So, pet,” she
drawled, “do you want to have dinner and drinks at a human
establishment, or should we dine in the Zetan quarter tonight?”
“Zetan quarter,” Tyler said without thinking.
Astra grinned, “you saw the additions on the sandals, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” he admitted, “t-the shackles, right?”
“You’re
going to make a wonderful accessory, my little human trophy boy,
strapped helplessly to my sandals while I mingle and order a glass of
qet,” she said, leaning forward. She jerked her foot out of his hand a
moment, letting it drift between his legs, she gasped in mock surprise
as her green foot rolled over his erection a moment, teasing him through
his pants and sending a shiver up his spine. “It seems you like the
idea,” she said, pulling her foot back and enjoying the way he watched
it go almost longingly.
The boxy transport rolled to a stop in the
parking garage of Astra’s apartment complex in the Zetan quarter. While
the two weren’t living together yet more and more of Tyler’s things
were ending up at her apartment.
“Hi Tyler,” the Zetan building manager said in a low voice as the pair walked in.
“Hi
Kreia,” he said, waving politely. Astra’s landlady always stopped just
short of openly flirting with him, and some of the other building tenets
went a step further, winking or even blowing kisses when they saw him
with Astra.
“Where are you taking the human tonight, Astra?” she asked in a teasing tone, “The Accessory?”
“Maybe,” Astra chuckled, throwing her arm around Tyler as they walked through the lobby, “He’d fit right in…”
“The Accessory?” Tyler asked as they walked into her apartment.
“I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise,” Astra said with a smirk, “maybe we should invite Kreia to come with us?”
Tyler
chewed his lip. was still getting used to Zetan “dating,” on their
homeworld males were a rarity, and while centuries of reproductive
technologies had lessened competition for them somewhat, it was unusual
for Zetans outside of the royal family to have exclusive relationships…
Sensing
his thoughts, Astra’s face softened a moment, “I won’t ask you to do
anything you don’t want to,” she said quietly, “if I’m ever getting too Zetan…”
“If
I wanted a human woman, I’d date one,” he said with a reassuring smile,
“besides, it’s fun showing the green girl around Earth, remember when
we went to the state fair last weekend? Most girls would’ve found that
pretty lame!”
“All of those mysterious foods, enchanting games,
and the danger of those machines you call “roller coasters” and you
think Earth women would be unimpressed?” Astra laughed, “You’re a
wonderful male to be with…” She reached down and unbuckled her sandals,
leaving them by the door as they stepped inside and walking across the
bright carpet with her bare feet, enjoying the way her human lover’s
eyes followed them.
With a sigh she flopped herself on the couch, “So you want to be my pet, earthman?” she teased.
“More than anything,” he whispered, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Finish
undressing,” she ordered, propping her feet on the floor expectantly,
“then come give me a kiss and I’ll decide whether you’re good enough to
keep or not.”
Tyler almost stumbled as he finished pulling his
pants off, falling to his knees and crawling to her feet, placing a kiss
on the green soles as Astra giggled. Astra bit her lip, enjoying the
sight of the naked male crawling to her, it was a rare treat for a Zetan
to have such an eager mate, and while humans tended to run a little
bulkier and more muscular than Zetan males did, Astra found it was a
physique she liked… it made the humans that much more fun to wrestle
down.
Tyler grunted in surprise as the green toes forced their way
into his mouth, giving him a taste of the grime of a day in Astra’s
work shoes. She looked at him expectantly, and without needing to be
told twice he eagerly sucked on them, causing her to giggle at the
ticklish feeling.
“Good boy,” she murmured, reaching into her bag and withdrawing her shrink ray, “I think I’ll keep you after all!”
There
was a flash, and the world spun as the familiar electric tingle raced
across his skin. Tyler’s head swam as he fell backwards, suddenly
realizing just how rough those dark red synthetic carpet fibers were,
almost like grass around his ankles as he groggily stood up.
“Oof!”
he cried out as a pair of toes thicker than his body pinched him
playfully, pushing him back down as her largest digit planted itself on
his face.
“Keep kissing,” Astra said, a wicked grin coming over her face as she leaned forward, “really taste your lover human!”
Tyler’s
tongue came out, tracing along the ridges of her toe, taking in the
salty taste of her feet as the light layer of grime coated his hair,
giving it an almost oily sheen as it stung his eyes. He wheezed as she
pressed down slightly, driving his head against the carpet as she
playfully increased the pressure. A moment later the rest of her sole
came down, the soft skin indenting the rest of his body into the carpet
as she placed him fully under her foot.
“The natural order,” Astra
smirked in a faux-wicked tone, “the Zetan relaxing after a long day,
and her human pet at her feet…” She paused a moment, tapping her chin,
“now what’s that I feel poking my sole?”
Tyler gasped as she
roughly slid her foot against him, the slight grime from a day of work
serving as more than enough lubrication to make the motion send tingles
of bliss through his body as his erection strained powerfully against
the giant alien woman’s immense sole.
“This is a fight you won’t
win human,” she drawled, biting her lip in excitement as she watched him
struggle not to cum against the slight motions of her feet. “It’s only
natural, the sight, the feelings, the smell, you’re in heaven, aren’t you?”
Tyler
couldn’t answer, her foot had slid up, letting him stare up between the
gap in her big and index toes, adding the smug and grinning green face
of his girlfriend to the mix of sensations that were assaulting his body
with as much vigor as any Zetan spacecraft. He groaned, gripping the
toes on either side of him and wiggling pathetically, causing her to
press down more, holding him in place even as his muscles spasmed and
the rich vinegary smell of her feet filled his nostrils.
“I’m
barely moving my feet at all, that’s the funny part,” she giggled,
shifting against him again, a motion of no more than an inch, but still
enough to make the tiny man utter a swear under his breathe as his
muscles spasmed in a wave of bliss.
She stopped suddenly, and Tyler looked up at her desperately, “A-Astra, please-“
“Beg,” she said, “beg to be my pet!”
“PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR PET!” he shouted, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You
want to be my pet?” she teased, shifting her foot again ever so
slightly and causing him to moan happily, “you want to live in a little
cage by my bed? Use my old socks for your bedding?”
“YES!” he shouted; too lost in the throes of pleasure to even realize what he was saying.
Astra
laughed, and her grinning face pushed him over the edge as his body
pushed back against her foot feebly one final time as he came. He
exhaled, his eyes shut and a wonderous expression on his face as he
sprayed his seed across the bottom of her sole, the soft sensation
tickling his manhood and sending shivers through his body while the
thick smell of her sweat burned into his brain at the moment of orgasm.
“Fuck
me,” he panted finally, collapsing to the carpet, unable to mount any
more resistance to the green toes that playfully batted either side of
his head.
“In time,” she promised, lifting her foot off of him
and kneeling down to admire her handwork. She flexed her sole playfully
over him, letting him see the small dribble of wetness he’d managed to
leave on it. She traced a single fingertip along her green skin, easily
wiping away the whole of his seed, and without a care stuck it into her
mouth, sucking for a moment. “Delicious,” she murmured.
Tyler
watched, spellbound, as the skyscraper sized goddess stepped over him,
giving him the briefest look up those long verdant legs to the pair of
simple pink panties she wore underneath her sundress.
“Can you
regrow me?” he managed, sitting up and looking across the vast plane of
the apartment floor. His own clothing lay scattered across the carpeting
like far flung hills, and as he stood up he was, as always, stunned by
the sheer scale of things once he’d been reduced.
“You’re not
going back to full size yet,” she said casually, walking into her
bedroom. He was left for a minute to contemplate her words, but she
returned a few moments later, now clad in a slivery nanofabric dress
that shimmered and seemed to hug her curves perfectly as she walked.
From behind her back she produced another outfit, a men’s cut, with a
click of the shrink ray it was reduced to doll size, and she casually
dropped it, letting the clothing flutter down to him.
Tyler gasped, picking it up and looking over the exotic alien clothing, “N-Nanofabric? For me?”
“A little gift,” Astra said with a smile.
Tyler
slide the sleek shimmering alien clothing on, feeling it seem to mold
to his body. Nanofabric was what Zetans wore on their own planet, it was
quite expensive by earth standards and Tyler didn’t know any humans
that had any… until now.
“You look delightful,” Astra said,
bending down and smiling as she took him in, “my perfect little human
pet…” At her words jointed Zetan lettering formed across his chest,
“Property of Astra,” she said approvingly, “I wouldn’t want anyone to
forget, especially where we’re going.”
“Where we’re-“ his question
was cut off as she picked up her discarded sandal, kneeling down and
slamming to the ground in front of him playfully. Green fingers
carefully pushed Tyler forward, pressing his tiny body against the
sandal thong. Astra giggled slightly as she pinched his arms, guiding
his wrists up into the shackles. There was a sharp *click* as they
snapped closed, holding him in a Y-shaped pose as his lower body
straddled the sandal’s thong and his arms were latched to the other
straps.
“If you need to get out of that for whatever reason,” she said, “simply say your birth month.”
“Sept-“ he began, but she held up a finger.
“If
you say it, the safety will engage and it’ll unlatch you,” Astra said,
giggling and rolling her eyes, “so don’t unless you need to get out of
there.”
“Got it,” he nodded, feeling the footwear shift as she
slid her foot into it. On either side of him her toes slid through the
gaps, filling his senses once again with the aroma of Astra’s feet. The
world lurched as she took her first step, giving Tyler the next best
thing to a thrill ride as she casually walked towards the door.
“All
human accessories have to have safety releases on them now,” Astra
giggled, looking down at her tiny captive, “after that whole Zeta
Forever thing a few months back…” She sighed angrily, “leave it to them
to ruin playing with humans for everyone.”
As Astra
walked through the lobby Kreia excitedly leaned over her desk, squealing
in excitement as she caught a glimpse of him, strapped to Astra’s
sandal.
“He looks so cute like that!” Kreia gushed, “I wish I had a human boyfriend…”
“You’d
have to leave the Zetan quarter,” Astra teased with a chuckle, lifting
her foot up slightly so Kreia could get a better look. “Tyler’s also a
very accommodating male,” she laughed, gently squeezing him on either
side with her toes as she did, “he let me shrink him after just a few
dates… very trusting.”
“You know I’ve never used my shrink ray on a
human,” Kreia sighed, reaching into her pocket and pulling her own
small silvery device out with a sigh. “You guys have fun…”
With a
final wave Astra walked out of the apartment building’s revolving front
doors, chuckling to herself, “Maybe you should let Kreia try her shrink
ray out on you?” she teased, glancing down at her sandal a moment.
“Uhh…” Tyler gulped, “M-Maybe just to shrink me…”
Astra
just chuckled, ignoring her sandal-prisoner as she walked the streets.
Zetans on Earth held to the standard Earth work-week schedule, and the
same sense of excitement and possibility hung in the air as the
streetlights flicked on, bathing the green throngs and the occasional
human in the warm glow.
“Nice,” a pair of younger Zetan women
said, stopping to stare at the sandal-shackled human as Astra walked by,
“have fun humie!” the two girls laughed.
Astra smirked, letting a
smug smile trace over her face as other Zetan women’s eyes drew
downward. A few human men were with their various Zetan friends, and at
least a few of them pointed out his predicament to the earth natives.
“Seems
like we’re making quite the fashion statement,” Astra said, slowing her
walk and letting the passerby get a better look. “I think plenty of
other humans are going to find themselves in your position soon,” she
murmured.
Finally she reached their destination, a large nightclub
built into the base of a towering office complex, “The Accessory” was
lit up in bright yellow holographic letters, and every few seconds an
almost obnoxiously handsome human mas projected, casually walking behind
the letters, then glancing at the street and shooting the customers in
line a wink.
Astra strode by the line, which was mostly Zetan
women, and there were murmurs as the group saw the human attached to her
sandal. Tyler tried to smile at them, and he saw at least a dozen
handheld phones come out, another earth invention that the Zetans had
adopted, and the click of pictures rang out as the women in line
giggled.
“Hold on a minute Tyler,” Astra sighed, sliding her foot out of her sandal.
His
stomach lurched as the sandal was picked up, and the footwear was
handed to the Zetan security officer, a gruff looking young woman with
short cropped green hair and piercing yellow eyes. With a huff she
carried the sandal, and Tyler, inside for a moment.
“All right
human,” the security officer growled, “this little probe here will make
sure you’re telling the truth.” A small silver orb, maybe the size of a
softball, hovered up behind the officer, a beam of light reached out and
traced over him, scanning his body.
“W-What’s all this for?” he asked nervously.
The guard’s face softened a bit, and she smirked, “Just some formalities we go through to make sure all of the humans here want to be here… Are you being kept prisoner by the woman who came in here with you?”
“No!” Tyler shouted, horrified, “Astra’s my girlfriend, she-“
“Calm
down kid,” she laughed, picking the sandal back up again, “just a
formality, we don’t want any Zeta Forever types coming in here.”
A
moment later the sandal was returned to Astra, and her toes reappeared
on either side of him, comfortably squeezing him as she smiled down.
Once again, they entered the club, where soft Zetan lounge music was
playing, not too different from what would be expected on Earth at an
upscale bar or lounge.
As Tyler looked around, he started to
realize why the establishment was called “The Accessory,” many of the
Zetan women had humans attached to various pieces of jewelry, clothing,
or in the case of several other humans, footwear.
There were some
full sized humans in the far corner of the bar, talking amongst
themselves. Every now and then one of the Zetans in the bar would cross
over, strike up a conversation, or order someone a drink, and Tyler
watched as a grinning Zetan led a blushing human man to a curtained off
back room. A moment later the pair returned, only now the human was the
adorning piece on a thin gold necklace, hanging between the Zetan’s
cleavage.
Astra chuckled, playfully bobbing her foot as she sat at
one of the barstools, shaking his world, “Quite the establishment,
isn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah,” Tyler stammered.
“Nice footwear,” the bartender, another Zetan, smirked, leaning over the counter to take a look at him. “What will you have?”
“Qet and whiskey,” Astra drawled.
“A mix of the best of two worlds, coming up!” the bartender beamed, turning around.
“Nice
sandals Astra,” another Zetan said, coming to her side. Tyler craned
his neck to see that it was the one who had convinced the other human to
mount himself on her necklace, though the man was now hidden between
the Zetan’s ample green cleavage. “I like this look for your Tyler,” she
laughed, taking a sip of her own drink.
“Hi Ceyla,” Tyler
shouted, trying to grin up at the other Zetan. Ceyla was one of Astra’s
coworkers, and while he’d only met her a few times, he got the feeling
she felt the same way Astra did about human men.
She just chuckled
in response, playfully yanking the chain of her gold necklace and
bouncing her own human up and down within her breasts, occasionally
letting him surface for air before sending him back down.
“Good crowd tonight,” Ceyla mused, glancing at the humans, “I’m glad they know we’re not all monsters.”
“This
place almost shut down after that Zeta Forever mess a few months back,”
Astra muttered, “thankfully the humans are coming back again…” She
trailed off as she spotted someone on the human side of the bar.
“Tyler,” she hissed suddenly, fighting a grin.
He looked up at her, curious, “what?”
“Look
who’s here!” she pointed across the room, and while it was difficult
for Tyler to make out at his size, he quickly spotted the object of her
attention. A hunched over figure with a small build, in a hoodie drawn
up almost certainly to try to hide her facial features.
“No way,” he breathed, fighting his own laugh, “Emma!?”
“If
you’ll excuse me Ceyla,” Astra chuckled, standing up and starting
across the room. The other Zetan just smirked and raised her glass.
The
other humans seemed to part as Astra approached, and from his spot
latched to her sandal Tyler could see a mix of jealousy and apprehension
among the other earth patrons. Astra cleared her throat, startling
Emma, and causing the petite woman to squeak in surprise.
“Hi,” Astra said with Cheshire grin.
“A-Astra!?”
Emma managed, “I-I’m just here to uh… survey the situation,” she
stammered, “Yeah, I’m here to see just how many human males are getting
tricked into being your playthings…” her voice trailed off as she saw
Tyler, and her face went red as she took in her coworker, strapped to
his Zetan girlfriend’s sandal.
“You know Emma,” Astra said in a
low voice, “I’ve got a second sandal.” Astra basked in Emma’s
embarrassment for a moment, then typed in a quick order on the table’s
touchscreen, “enjoy a drink on me,” she winked.
“See you Monday!” Tyler called.
“Y-Yeah, Monday,” Emma managed weakly.
“I’ve
seen that girl here before,” Ceyla commented as Astra and Tyler
returned to the bar, “She wants to be tiny so bad, but she always
chickens out if anyone asks her to the back room.”
“A shame,” Astra sighed.
Their
conversation was interrupted as the music started to pick up, and the
dancefloor in the center of the club began to light up as Zetan women
cheered and began moving onto it. Tyler’s world shook as Astra began
tapping her foot to the beat.
“Come on!” she grinned eagerly at Ceyla, “Let’s dance!”
Dance!? Tyler thought, crying out in surprise as his world shifted once again as Astra eagerly headed for the dance floor.
His
world became a sea of Zetan feet, stretching upward dancing excitedly
to music that seemed to increase in tempo by the second. Astra rocked
back and forth, twirling around with others in some dance native to the
Zetan homeworld as he fought dizziness.
The heat of the lights
overhead and the bodies pressed close soon made the dance floor a hot
and muggy place, and Tyler felt the toes around him starting to grow
grimy with sweat. They squeezed against him as the dancing continued,
coating him once again in a fresh layer of Astra’s foot sweat as she
laughed and joked overhead.
Tyler wasn’t sure how long she danced,
but by the time the crowds started to thin out the goddess who had
shackled him to her sandal was dripping sweat, and he winced as a drop
fell from a lock of her hair, splashing over his head like a massive
raindrop as Astra said her goodbyes to her friends at the club.
“How are you doing?” she asked, glancing down at him as they left the club.
“T-That
was wild,” he stammered, still a little dazed. He’d spent most of the
night shackled to her sandal, and the salty taste of her fresh sweat
stuck to his tongue, but still… It was like a rollercoaster ride through a rave, he thought, fighting a laugh.
“You did great for your first time dancing with a Zetan,” she teased, “come on footboy, let’s go home.”
…
Astra
pushed her way into the apartment, giggling from the lingering effects
of the club cocktails. She left her sandals on as she walked through the
living room, carrying Tyler with her footsteps as she collapsed onto
her bed.
“We should go out like this more often,” she said
dreamily, kicking her sandals off as she sat up. Tyler’s body limply
collapsed into her hands as she unbuckled them, and she chuckled, poking
him in the belly to rouse him. “Aw,” she cooed, “tired?”
“I’ve got some fight left in me,” he said, grinning.
“Hmmm…
it seems there’s still more work to be done to crush your human
resistance,” she said. She reached up and tapped her neck, causing the
nanofabric to recede like water, revealing her naked form, a slight
sheen of sweat over her body.
Tyler gasped as his own nanofabric clothing receded, coded to hers, he realized, and a moment later he was as naked as she was.
“You must be thirsty,” she drawled, lowering him down to her feet, “Go ahead, lick them!”
Tyler’s
tongue eagerly met her soles, causing her to giggle as she lay back on
the bed. The night of dancing had coated her toes in a fresh layer of
perspiration, and as Tyler licked, the Zetan giggled at the sensation of
his tiny tongue. Soon the giggles became moans, and Tyler glanced up
her immense body to see that her hand had wandered between her legs,
slowly fingering herself as she’d propped her head up to watch him work.
“Did I say to stop?” she asked with a teasing smile.
Tyler
pressed his face back against her sole, feeling the warmth of her feet
and the almost gritty feeling of the salty sweat. A second later he
grunted as a finger thicker than his leg pressed against the back of his
head, forcing his face into the soft green wall of her sole. The sweat
stung his eyes, and he placed kiss after kiss on the foot while the
giant alien moaned excitedly at the show of submission.
“Enough!” she barked, “I need you now!”
Fingers
wrapped around him, causing Tyler to wheeze as Astra gripped him
eagerly. He was lifted up briefly to her beaming face, a mix of crazed
lust and eager excitement crossing her features as she brought him in
for one final kiss.
The world blurred as she brought him down
between her legs, her pink womanhood ready and waiting for him,
glistening with arousal. The world went dark as she shoved Tyler’s body
in, his head, then his shoulders were consumed by the quivering pink
walls that seemed to mold around him, sucking his body in as the immense
alien fell back onto the bed again, writhing and moaning with pleasure.
The
slick wetness of her womanhood washed away whatever was left of her
sweat, coating him with a new scent as the silky juices coated his hair,
lubricating his body and letting him slide deeper in. The pressure
around him was immense, and he fought for breath as he swallowed
mouthfuls of the sticky alien woman’s cum.
“That’s it, keep going,” she moaned, fingering herself furiously as she felt her human lover inside her, “give yourself to me!”
Tyler
fought within her, pressing with all of his might as her walls
increased the pressure in tune with her arousal. With a grunt of
exertion he gave the last bit of his strength to crawl just a little
further, tapping one section on the inside of her which he knew from
experience would bring her over the edge.
Astra screamed loudly,
crossing her legs and squeezing her eyes closed as an orgasm rocked her
body like an earthquake, the tremors shaking Tyler’s world and pressing
his arms against his body like a python as her womanhood pummeled him.
Her cum flooded his eyes, and he coughed as he swallowed mouthful after
mouthful of the sweet fluid, unable to do anything but weather the storm
as the loud drumbeat of her heartbeat filled his ears.
With a
sigh Astra’s head flopped back down onto her pillow, a fresh sheen of
sweat on her green forehead as she panted, feeling the warm waves of
pleasure receding like the tide after a storm. Numbly she reached down,
fumbling between her legs until she found what she was looking for,
pinching his ankle between her fingers.
With a *schlick* she
pulled her tiny human lover free of herself, giggling as she dangled
him overhead. Tyler just grinned stupidly at her, in spite of all of
their dominance games, it never failed to amuse him how he could make
her so weak at his tiny size.
“Good human,” she purred, “you’ve
made your mistress very happy.” She glanced at the shrink ray, placed on
her nightstand, “Now what to do with you?” she said, a teasing smile
coming over her face. Her eyes drifted lower, to a pair of soft slippers
waiting at the foot of her bed. His eyes followed hers, and he felt his
manhood stirring at the thought of sleeping in the soft footwear.
“Yes please,” he said simply.
Astra giggled, “Fine, but tomorrow you sleep in the bed with me, at full size.”
With
that she lowered him down to the soft and fuzzy interior of her
slippers, letting the stale yet inviting scent of her feet wash over him
as he lay down on the fuzzy insole. The fatigue of the day seemed to
catch up with him all at once, and with a sigh and a smile he felt his
eyes drifting closed.
…
Astra stretched and yawned as the
first rays of light peeked through the curtains. With a wave of her hand
the automated apartment drew them open, letting the rising sun fill her
apartment with a rich natural light as she smiled contentedly. Without
thinking she stood up, casually bringing her feet into her soft slippers
as she stretched again.
Tyler woke as her soft soles crept over
him, and he shouted in surprise as her green toes invaded his sleeping
space, pressing him into the fuzzy insole of the slippers as Astra
casually walked into the kitchen. He grunted, feeling the immense
pressure as she walked.
It’s a good thing these are soft, he wheezed to himself, feeling his giant lover stop in her kitchen, starting breakfast.
“Tyler?”
Astra called, “What do you want for-“ she felt a sudden squirming
sensation beneath her foot, and stopped. “Oh,” she giggled, looking down
at her slippers, “Sorry about that…” She looked over the kitchen a
moment, she had a few Zetan pastries, along with the traditional earth
staples of bacon and eggs in the fridge. He can probably stay in there until I’m done cooking, she reasoned with a giggle.
…
Tyler
and Astra sat together, both smelling of sweat and sex as they at their
breakfast quietly. The only thing that passed between them was the
occasional satisfied smile, enjoying the serenity of the morning after a
wonderful night on the town together.
“The store where I bought
those sandals is having some new items premier today,” Astra said
finally, “would you like to clean up and go see them? I’m sure the
storekeep would love to have a human in for a fitting.”
“Sounds fun,” he laughed, picking up his dishes and carrying them to the sink.
Astra sighed happily, “I love Earth,” she said with a grin.
“It’s
all right,” Tyler said, walking back to the table and giving her a
quick kiss, “but I really love the girls who come to visit.”
“Visit?” she laughed, “I’m staying you fool…”
The two embraced, holding each other as the morning sun bathed the apartment.