Kurt rested on Nea’s shoulder, gripping a strand of her dark green hair for balance as the ship exited hyperspace with a small shudder. Joey was in Telma’s hands, and she ran a thumb over his head in a slow nervous fashion. The four of them stared out the cockpit viewport over the ruined controls as space seemed to return from the kaleidoscopic colors of hyperspace to a normal view of a bluish brown planet with a duo of continents in a bullseye fashion, one small island and a ring around it floating in an endless brown sea.

“Alrec,” Telma muttered quietly.

“This is my first planet outside of earth,” Kurt said suddenly, “one of you, tell me something cool about it.”

“It used to have twice the population it has now?” Telma said with a shrug.

“It’s an ecological disaster,” Nea muttered, looking at the brown seas.

Kurt sighed, “is there anything nice about it? I’m not a huge fan of Zetans, but if I live through this, I want to tell people I visited the Zetan planet with the best… something.”

“The qet here is said to be the most flavorful in the galaxy,” Nea muttered, “it’s too bitter for me to drink though, I can only stomach Zeta Prime qet…”

“Great, and these people hate humans, right?” Kurt asked, “what did we ever do to them?”

“Alrec has been in decline for a century,” Telma explained as they orbited the muddy planet, “there were attempts to exploit deep sea resources that fouled much of the ecosystem, the cost to fix it would be astronomical and could take decades, even for us… There are a few shipyards in orbit and some factories, but the common Zetan here doesn’t live well.”

“That sucks,” Kurt said, crossing his arms as he sat on Nea’s shoulder, “but I don’t get what that has to do with me, or any humans.”

“There is resentment about the resources the empire sends towards Earth,” Telma explained, “the rebuilding and reparations plans were quite extensive, your planet enjoys more hyperlanes than any other except Zeta Prime, and you even have a wormhole. Many of those on Alrec have quite accurately pointed out that with what the Empire has spent on Earth, they could have repaired Alrec’s oceans several times.” 

“Earth was also to be a potential resettlement option for them,” Nea said quietly. “It’s why we mostly fought you on the ground, we didn’t want to harm the biosphere with orbital weapons.”

“Is there a reason you always shrank us instead of using plasma stuff?” Joey asked.

Because they wanted it to be humiliating, Kurt thought bitterly.

“Your species didn’t have shield technology, so a shrink ray was just as effective as plasma against you, and far less destructive. The propaganda value can’t be understated either, shrinking technology is one of our race’s crowning achievements, seeing it used against a primitive species like that… It may have helped distract from other problems the Empire was facing at the time.”

“Well Princess, there’s your answer for why you have to pay Earth so much money,” Kurt said, “you’re paying for that attitude.”

 She frowned, “I… I still don’t think it’s fair that we have to give every other habitable planet we discover to the humans for settlement, you didn’t even have spacecraft before us!”

“After five years of getting shrunk and stepped on, our leaders wanted a pretty big commitment before helping you people,” Kurt said darkly.

“I’d keep this debate between yourselves for now,” Telma said, nodding out at the approaching ships, “looks like we’re about to get picked up.”

…

A pair of small shuttles docked alongside the freighter, the thump of the boarding tunnels extending into the airlocks echoing through the mostly empty ship. Telma and Nea waited in the lounge, Joey and Kurt in hand.

The Zetans that appeared were wearing a deep yellow-brown power armor and helmet that Kurt recognized as their law enforcement. For a brief moment he dared to hope that they’d simply throw some cuffs on Nea and Telma, and the whole thing could be over then and there. He knew it was coming, but he gave a disappointed sigh as another Zetan entered, this one had bright cherry red hair and a long skirt made of a deep black fabric that seemed to shimmer as she moved.

“Greetings Princess Nea,” she said with a thin smile and a short nod, “I am governor Lenais, I understand there was some… trouble, during your transit?” She looked around at the empty ship. The maintenance droids had worked miracles, quickly rendering the battlefield of the lounge into something passable again, though the governor frowned as she saw a dark brown stain on the back of one of the chairs.

“Cephalo attack,” Nea said flatly, “we’re the only survivors.”

If Lenais cared about her associate’s deaths, she didn’t show it, “yes, no doubt because of the wisdom you had in simply taking a human,” she said with a smile. “I’m glad a member of the royal family understands the necessity in putting these primitives in their place.”

If we’d been full sized, maybe the whole freighter would have lived, Kurt thought, but he kept quiet as the giant gave a cold smile to him and Nea.

“Now I also understand you are… reluctant, to publicly support our cause?” Lenais asked, that smile was still on her face, there was no mirth in it.

“If it’s going to go against my mother and my sisters, then no, I cannot be part of it,” Nea said firmly. “I demand you provide me with a starship and allow me to leave this system at once.”

Governor Lenais chuckled, and Kurt’s shoulder’s sunk along with his three companions. None of them had really expected that to work, but it was still disappointing. The law enforcement figures stepped forward, then paused.

“What do you want us to do with the humans?” she asked, gesturing to Kurt and Joey.

“Oh I don’t know,” Lenais muttered, waving dismissively, “step on them if it amuses you, otherwise throw them out the airlock.

Joey and Kurt started, and Kurt snarled and his mind raced as one of the guards reached for him. Nea’s pistol was in her hand suddenly, Kurt in her other and clasped against her breast as she leveled her gun at the shocked guard.

“The humans stay with us,” Nea growled.

“Princess, I would greatly like to take you alive,” Lenais said with a frown, “but our story can always be that you were killed by pro-human elements.” The other guards lifted their weapons in a tense standoff. There was silence for a moment, “Are you really willing to be shot over your pet?” The governor asked incredulously. Nea didn’t respond, just holding the pistol.

“Very well,” Lenais said, gesturing for the guards to lower their weapons, “if the princess has grown so attached to her new toy, let her keep it. We are fighting for the right to take our own humans after all, perhaps it would be a poor start to take hers away from her.” Lenais glanced at the weapons on their belts, “disarm them though.” She gave that same fake smile to the Princess and Telma, “I understand your reluctance to go against family dear, but I’m afraid this has come too far to let sentimentality get in the way of what we have planned. You’ll hardly be the first figurehead empress…”

Telma and Nea’s weaponry was taken, and with a reluctant sigh Telma unsealed the power armor, stepping out of it and placing Joey on her shoulder as the guards collected it. They weren’t cuffed at least, but they were led down the hallway to the shuttles at gunpoint. Kurt spared a glance at the governor’s guards, and was met with a smug and cruel grin from one. He looked away quickly.

“I’m sending you to an isolated retreat of mine,” the governor said idly, “a luxury estate in a secluded area, I’m sure you will enjoy the accommodations until we have need of you.”

“A gilded cage?” Telma asked tersely.

“Indeed,” the governor agreed, “should you attempt to be uncooperative; your accommodations can be changed appropriately.”

The governor and her guards peeled off from them then, going into the second of the shuttles docked on the freighter.

She paused one last time, “I do hope you come around Princess,” she said with a grin, “we’re really fighting for the future of all Zetans here, Zeta Forever!” with that the airlock hissed shut.

“Zeta Forever,” Nea muttered darkly as their own shuttle broke off from the freighter.

“I don’t want any funny business,” one of the guards said, hefting her pistol at them as they sat in the passenger cabin. “We’re taking you to one of the governor’s estates, off the coast there,” she pointed out the window as the ship descended through the atmosphere, making for a small island outside the main continental ring.

As they got closer to the island Kurt could make out a large compound, with a sleek and plastic-white looking building in the center. It stood out from the brown and dull rocky grey of the rest of the surrounding island, the brownish waves lapping almost sadly against a jagged shore.

The shuttle touched down inside the walled courtyard, and the guards stepped out, gesturing for them to follow. Kurt glanced around and his heart sunk, there were two more guards patrolling the wall, and hovering drones buzzed outside. The compound was a veritable fortress.

How the hell are we getting out of here? He wondered.

“You can go anywhere in the main house you’d like, and we will do our best to respect your privacy,” the guard said with a short bow, “if you wish to walk outside, we can accompany you. We want to make your stay with us as comfortable as possible Princess.”

“How thoughtful,” Nea muttered as the guards nodded and left.

“Even when being held captive, you are a member of the royal family,” Telma observed. She looked up at the house where they’d be confined, “it could be worse.”

The house itself had the same sleek and polished look on the interior. Kurt wasn’t an expert in home décor, his own apartment was a pretty spartan place, only adorned by a signed movie poster and his furniture, but this place was full of silver objects on display that he couldn’t guess the use of, with a start he realized they were supposed to be art.

“I’m guessing they wouldn’t be so foolish,” Telma muttered, “but look for any way we could transmit a signal for help.”

…

Telma had been right, their captors weren’t so foolish, and after an hour of searching the alien mansion they’d found nothing that they could use. Opting to make the best of the situation, the two Zetans had picked out rooms.

Kurt watched from the nightstand as Nea examined the closet, pulling out a series of nanofabric collars and inspecting them. He glanced behind himself and grimaced, every room here had a human enclosure like the one in Nea’s ship, there was also another, smaller glass looking box with what looked like restraints in it, just about right for someone his size.

Now what in the hell is that thing? He wondered with a shudder.

Nea looked over her shoulder and noticed his discomfort, “I would guess the governor hosts a number of people at this location who enjoy the… company, of shrunken humans,” she said quietly.

“So, what is this thing,” he muttered, looking at the glass box, “a torture chamber for tiny humans?”

“Grooming, actually,” Nea said, her mouth quirking, “haircuts, along with a few other things. I think it gives tattoos as well, if a person wanted to do something like that to their pet…” She sat on the bed, looking at him, “did you want a tattoo or a haircut, Kurt?”

He grimaced, looking at the device again, “I’ll just wait and hit the barber shop back on Earth.”

There was an awkward silence, and the towering alien princess drummed her fingers on her knees while she tried to think about what she wanted to say. Kurt looked up at her curiously, wondering if he should be the one to start.

“Kurt I…” she swallowed and looked to her side, “I wanted to know… how do you feel about me?”

He blinked, then quirked his mouth slightly, “you had your ship AI figure me out, didn’t you? You know exactly how I feel about you.”

“No,” she said, a tinge of red on her green cheeks, “I mean… I know you find me physically attractive, but…” She swallowed, “Kurt, would you ever be interested in me as…” she thought a moment, the human term escaping her, “a consort?”

He blinked; he wasn’t sure about the term “consort,” but he’d been thinking about the kiss she’d given him more than he wanted to admit.

Why couldn’t you have been any other woman in the universe? He thought for the millionth time. Everything that had happened was her fault, she was a spoiled princess, a Zetan spoiled princess, one who had kidnapped him, shrunk him, and had now seen the both of them embroiled in some alien political scheme.

And yet… Have you ever had this easy of a time talking to any girl back on earth? Now there was a realization that he wasn’t sure how to feel about, and the avalanche kept coming, how many warrior princesses are back there Kurt? Because you’ve sure picked a type…

“I…” he looked up at her, those blue eyes regarding him eagerly, “I guess if we’d been on Earth, if you hadn’t shrunk me and kidnapped me, yeah Nea, I would kill to be with a girl like you, I honestly don’t know what you see in me, I’m a loser with a dead-end job watching plants grow.”

Nea frowned, “you’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, you saved my life, even after everything I did to you, and I don’t want to hear you speak of yourself like this again.”

“Is that an order Princess?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes!” she said in a more serious tone than he’d expected.

They were quiet again, then Nea smiled, “I wish… I wish we’d met under different circumstances… that I’d… I don’t know,” she said quietly, “Telma and I will have to go into hiding after this, I don’t think we’ll see each other again when this is over.”

“Yeah,” Kurt muttered. He looked up at her and felt his heart pounding, “We could… maybe be together here though? Even if we can’t be when this is over.”

Her eyes lit up, “W-what do you mean?”

“I mean, we can always say we had Alrec,” he said with a smile, “so we’ll know what it could’ve been like.”

She paused, then returned his smile, “I’d like that…” she reached for him on the night stand, bringing him up to her face and smothering him with soft lips that enveloped his entire forehead. Slowly Kurt was brought away, and she giggled at his expression.

“What’s this here?” she asked, squeezing him slightly, his erection poking into her palm slightly.

“Oh uh,” he cleared his throat, “sorry-“

“Don’t be,” she growled, her smile widening. Her finger traced out and tapped the nanofabric collar on his neck. His clothes oozed up into it, and the collar dropped off him into Nea’s waiting hand. She placed the ring-sized device on the nightstand where he’d been a moment before, and then reached up to click her own nanofabric collar. He watched in awe as her outfit snaked away into the device, leaving her in her underwear, another quick click and it was collapsing into its pellet-shaped storage, joining the rest of the clothing.

Seeing Nea naked again now was… it was exhilarating, without the fear, without the hate, he was free to revel in her beauty, and as her thumb reached down to stroke his erection slowly, he groaned in pleasure as he took in her titanic breasts, her wide and teasing smile.

“I seem to remember something that you liked… even if you couldn’t enjoy it at the time,” Nea said in a husky tone as she kept teasing him with her finger. He opened his eyes and they went wide as he realized she was lowering him to the floor, as he looked over them her toes wiggled playfully. The room had a soft carpet, made of some synthetic fiber that seemed to cushion him almost like foam. She laid him on his back, and then stood over him.

“W-What are you doing Nea?” he managed, fear was creeping up on him slightly again as she giggled and lifted a foot over him. “I thought we were past all the torture stuff-“

“This isn’t torture for you, and we both know it,” Nea said, gently bringing her foot down on him. The sole was soft, with just a slight oily feeling from having worn the nano-fabric body suit all day. He grunted in pleasure and surprise as she slightly moved her foot over him, back and forth in a motion that let the slightly sweaty skin slide over his manhood in a way that made him moan and grab the immense toes on either side of him instinctively.

“Nea,” he groaned, “don’t stop…”

Now that’s a change of tone from the last time you were there, she thought with a smile as she scrunched her toes playfully around his head. His hair was mussed, with her sweat, the slightly vinegary odor coating him as the slow rocking of her soft arch bringing him closer to bliss.

“See?” she teased, “it’s not so bad being under my feet, is it?”

He wanted to be mad at the comment, but only a laugh came out, then a gasp as she picked up her pace slightly. Her toes pinched around him, holding him in place and overpowering his weak struggles easily. She crossed her arms, looking down smugly at him in a way that began to drive him wild.

He shouted as he came, spraying the bottom of her foot as she continued to rock it back and forth mercilessly, causing him to spurt against her soft sole again and again, the orgasm never seeming to end as the low giggle of his tormenter echoed down at him. He sighed as it came to a finish, her foot pressing him into the soft carpet and holding him in place as the final spasms of pleasure rocked his body.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, panting as he looked up at the Zetan who had just ravaged him, and using only her foot no less. “I don’t know what it is about that, but I love it,” he said almost apologetically as Nea seemed to gloat. She kept in pinned in place a moment, squeezed between the soft carpet and her foot.

She shrugged, the smug grin never leaving her face, “maybe you’ve always wanted to be overwhelmed by someone, you’re hardly the first human to have that realization on meeting a Zetan woman.” She stepped off him, examining the glistening spray of his seed on the bottom of her foot. Casually she wiped it up with a single finger, sticking it in her mouth and sucking it away as he looked on.

“I never would have given in you know,” he said somewhat defensively, “no matter how much I… How much I might like this kind of thing.”

She sighed as she leaned down to pick him up, “That is becoming increasingly obvious, I feel like such a fool… the way I talked to you then…”

“If it makes you feel better, even with all the slavery talk, you were still showing me more respect than my manager at work usually does,” he said with a smile and a shrug.

She stared at him blankly, a hint of concern on her face, “Is this… true? Kurt, I had no idea that human working conditions were so bad, perhaps you should-“

“I was joking,” he said quickly.

She took a moment, then a grin spread over her face, “Oh, well that is funny!” she laughed, and he joined her a moment later.  

When they were done she looked at him, a look of lust returning to her face, “We might not have much time together,” she said in a low voice, “I’d like to make it… memorable.” She bent down to pick him up again, “if you’re willing, I have many things I’d wanted to try with a human at your size.”

“Uh, yeah,” Kurt said in awe as her fingers curled around him, “sounds great.” He felt blood rushing to his groin again, maybe he and Nea were destined to part ways, but for now? He was in heaven.

…

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Telma asked nervously, checking the small holographic display next to the human grooming device.

“Fuck yeah,” Joey insisted, sliding his hands into the restraints in the small glass cube, “you said it could give me a free tattoo, right?”

“Yes,” Telma muttered, bringing up a menu that read “design” in Zetan, “this device is typically used by Zetans who illegally keep humans as pets though, I don’t want to think of what horrible things they tattoo on your kind.”

“Well yeah,” Joey said, “but I’ve been wanting to get one for a while now, and we might as well make the best of a bad situation, right?”

“Right,” Telma said with a hint of concern, “er… what did you have in mind?”

“Back shoulder,” Joey said eagerly, “a Zetan woman blowing a kiss, then cursive lettering that says I like my women like I like my grass, green.”

Telma balked, “Joey, I’m not tattooing that on you!”

“Why not!?”

“It’s vulgar, and besides, what will the women on Earth think?” Telma asked, crossing her arms.

He snorted, “I’m not going back to earth.”

She frowned, “Joey, what do you mean by that?”

“I’m staying with you,” he explained, “wherever you and the princess end up going, I’d like you to grow me back to full size obviously, but-“

“Absolutely not!” Telma said, eyes wide, “you’re going back to your old life, I promise we’ll make it possible for you to-“

“Telma,” Joey said firmly, looking up at her, “I’m not going back.”

“If it’s because of me,” she began, but he cut her off.

“You’re part of it, I’m not gonna lie,” he said with a smile and a wink, “but the truth is, even with all the scary shit going on and wondering if I’m going to die, these last few days have been the best days of my life. I feel alive Telma, do you want to know what’s waiting for me back on Earth?”

“What?” Telma asked quietly.

“Day in day out of a job that’s going nowhere,” Joey said bitterly, “every weekend going to the same bars and counting down the days until I’m too old for the pretty girls to talk to me, I’ve pretty much got the next forty years planned Telma, and I’d really rather not.” He grinned, “Maybe I’m not as good at it as Kurt is, but I want to try being a space cowboy.”

“Isn’t there anyone you’d miss?” she asked desperately.

“My family maybe,” Joey said with a shrug, “I think they’d understand though, I could write them or something once the heat dies down.” He thought a moment, “Kurt I guess, but that guy turned out to be way more badass than I thought, I think he can get by without me if he has to.”

“There’s no talking you out of this, is there?” Telma asked, a wry grin coming over her features.

“Nope,” Joey insisted, “come on, give me the tattoo!”

She rolled her eyes, “absolutely not, get out of that thing!”

…

“And that’s why humans managed to build such a peaceful society, before the invasion of course,” the speaker at the Human Appreciation Society finished, the assembled Zetans clapped for her, and she beamed, “In fact, before Zetan contact, we believe that humans rarely fought each other, and that many reports on their conflicts were exaggerated!”

Yeah, don’t tell the war veterans though, Jolene smirked, they’re just really milking it, right? Human appreciation societies varied wildly. Some of them were just groups of Zetans who just genuinely liked human culture and humans, those weren’t of much value to a person like Jolene, she liked the ones who had a near delusional view of the “peaceful and prosperous” human society before the war. They could be talked into doing foolish things, so long as the one doing the talking was from Earth.

This one was held in a large warehouse, a series of chairs assembled in rows almost like a political meeting on Earth. The Zetans had been ecstatic to have her arrive, eagerly offering food and drink and whispering to each other over the presence of a real live human their meeting! None of them second guessed or questioned her story in the slightest.

“Here here,” she called, joining the cheers with a smile. She’d attended the meeting in an earth style pantsuit, cut just slightly large to conceal her power armor underneath it. She missed the helmet, the boots, and the gauntlets, but Tolith had built hers slim enough for the main chassis to fit beneath clothing, most importantly the shield would cover her. While the Human Appreciation Society had greeted a human businesswoman with glowing approval, the last thing she wanted was to catch a shrink ray blast in the back walking the streets of Alrec’s capital.

“It’s so exciting to see a human looking to invest on Alrec,” a young Zetan next to her gushed, “and coming to our meeting! It’s such an honor!”

Jolene smiled, the Zetan woman had a tight buttoned jumpsuit on that clung to her slim form, no nanofabric of course, few on Alrec could afford the luxury, and long green hair that went down her back shimmered slightly as she regarded Jolene eagerly.

“Oh it’s nothing,” Jolene said with a smile, “I’m Miss Adams,” she lied, “what was your name again?”

“Zenya,” the Zetan said eagerly, “I was one of the founding members of this chapter, trust me we’re not like those posers across town, we’re real friends of humans.”

“I can see that!” Jolene said, “I’ve heard you guys get up to some pretty wild stuff.” Jolene leaned towards the woman, a little irritated that the Zetan towered over her, “I even heard this group might do a little more than just protesting?”

Zenya coughed, then looked around, “I uh… can’t talk about it.”

Jackpot, Jolene thought. You know where the real bad apples are, don’t you? She suspected that the group’s leaders would have some insights on the governor’s operations, even if the extent of their plans ended at vandalism.

…

“Hey, Zenya right?” Jolene said, smiling as she approached the Zetan on the way out of the meeting.

Zenya perked up excitedly as the human woman approached, “M-Miss Adams, what can I do for you?”

“The meeting was great,” Jolene said with a grin, “everyone on Earth would have loved it, trust me.”

“I’m so excited to hear that,” the Zetan said with a relieved sigh, “I was worried you’d think we weren’t serious; a lot of these societies don’t have nearly the respect for humans they should!”

And this one has a little too much, Jolene thought with a chuckle, “Listen, Zenya, it’s getting late and it’s a long walk back to the spaceport where my starship is parked,” she gave a faux shiver as she looked up at the dark sky, the three small moons of Alrec overhead. “I’m a little worried someone might try to…” she gulped, “well, Alrec does have a reputation for being unfriendly to humans…”

Zenya’s eyes went wide, “oh no, you think someone’s going to shrink you!” she said. “I’m so sorry, someone should have volunteered to walk you back, uh…” she looked around, seeing the other Zetans had mostly left, “I-I could do it!” she said eagerly, “or if you’re uh… tired, and don’t want to go all the way back to the spaceport, my house is actually just down the street!”

“That would be lovely,” Jolene said with a smile. The Zetan beamed and led the way.

…

Zenya’s house was steel box structure, a prefab like most of the housing on Alrec, a far cry from the elegant spires and shining silver towers of most Zetan worlds. Still, it seemed comfortable enough on the inside, and the Zetan practically jumped for joy, offering her food, drink, and the master bedroom.

“It’s the least I can do,” Zenya said excitedly, “after all we’ve done to your people…” she gulped, “I just wish I could do more-“

“Well,” Jolene drawled, finishing her bottle of qet, and what a good bottle it was, “I think maybe some people around have been doing a little more,” she said with a smile.

Zenya froze, “I-I wouldn’t know anything about-“

“Zenya,” Jolene said reassuringly, “I am a human, you can trust me!”

“Right,” Zenya laughed nervously, “I guess that’s true… governor Lenais would never have one of you out looking for us…”

“And why would the governor be looking for you?” Jolene asked innocently, “you’re just a Human Appreciation Society, right?” She walked over and sat at the Zetan’s table, kicking her high heels off and stretching her toes. “I’ve been on my feet all day,” she said with a sigh, “would you mind?” she pointed straight down at her feet.

“Uh, of course,” Zenya said hesitantly. She knelt down, instinctively understanding the command and beginning to rub Jolene’s feet.

“Oh that’s good,” Jolene moaned, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel, she thought, struggling not to giggle at the Zetan’s flushed face. You’re one of THOSE Zetans, aren’t you Zenya?

“Now, why would the governor be interested in you?” she repeated, enjoying the Zetan’s attempts to hide her excitement.

“We uh…” she gulped, “we’ve sabotaged some of her offices and stuff, done a bit of vandalism.”

“Cute,” Jolene said with a smile, “but that seems kind of small time… you ever think about really disrupting her operations?”

“Uhh…” Zenya gulped, “I’ve really said too much already-“

There was a flash, and Zenya blinked as she realized she’d been hit by a shrink ray. Her vision returned slowly, and she realized that the human woman she’d stood over a moment ago now loomed large before her. Jolene was still sitting at the table, but now Zenya wouldn’t have come up to the diminutive human’s chest.

“D-did you shrink me?” Zenya asked in shock.

“I thought it would be a great cultural experience,” Jolene said, “now you can feel what it’s like for a human talking to a Zetan, you’re all so tall…” She snapped her fingers, pointing back to her feet.

“Yeah,” Zenya said, resuming the foot massage, “m-makes sense I guess…”

“Now, if someone wanted to really disrupt anti-human sentiment on Alrec, what do you think they’d do?” Jolene asked, enjoying the Zetan’s discomfort as their size difference was reversed. She gently tapped the side of Zenya’s face with her foot, causing the Zetan to blush.

“I-I guess you’d raid one of the governor’s parties?” she managed, “the secret ones.”

“Secret ones!” Jolene laughed, “sounds interesting, come on Zenya, you can tell me more!”

“No, I’m sorry Miss Adams, but it could jeopardize our mole in the palace and-“

The shrink ray flashed again, Zenya blinked, realizing she was now only a few inches tall, the feet which she’d held in her hand a moment ago now loomed over her, larger than her entire body. She grunted as Jolene’s foot came down, pinning her to the floor.

“More cross-cultural communication,” Jolene explained, “see, now you know what it’s like to be shrunk and treated like a toy, are you learning anything?” Zenya just groaned in excitement, Jolene grinned and rolled her eyes. She rolled her foot over the Zetan a moment, letting the poor girl enjoy the sensation as lustful sounds echoed up from her new plaything.

Jolene started pulling her jacket off, and unbuttoned her skirt next. Zenya looked up, wide eyed, as the power armor was revealed. She looked like she was about to ask about it, but Jolene put in a series of commands on the wrist mounted keypad, and the armor peeled off her, drapping backwards over the chair like a discarded coat. Lounging in front of the shrunken Zetan in just her bra and panties, she had to smirk as she saw the look of lust in her prisoner’s eyes.

“M-Miss Adams,” Zenya said in awe, “a-are we going to, t-that is to say could we please-“

“Want a taste of human pussy?” Jolene offered, “it must be so hard for a girl like you, craving a human all the way out here on a planet that we hardly visit… you could have gone your whole life without knowing that flavor, huh?” She groaned as she dipped her hand down the front of her panties, fingering herself in an exaggerated motion that was sure to drive the pinned Zetan wild.

“YES!” Zenya squealed, “please let me, I don’t care if you want me small, just please let me taste it-“

“I just want to know where the governor holds her parties,” Jolene said, lifting her glistening wet finger out so Zenya could see her wetness, “tell me that, and I’ll spend all night playing with you.”

“There’s an island,” Zenya said eagerly, “it’s beyond the outer continental ring, we think she has shrunken humans there sometimes!”

All too easy, Jolene thought with a chuckle as she reached down for the shrunken Zetan. The girl squirmed in her grip, unused to her reduced size. Her struggles stopped as she saw Jolene pulling her underwear away from her skin, revealing the tuft of black pubic hair that guarded her glistening entrace a bit lower.

There was one final quick scream from the Zetan as she was dropped in, and Jolene released the elastic, snapping her panties back into place and trapping Zenya inside. A moment later she felt the squirming movement of the Zetan towards her waiting opening, and she leaned back in the chair and sighed happily as Zenya reached her destination.

“Good girl,” she muttered, pressing on the outside of the panties and forcing her in. One thing’s for sure, she thought happily, Good cop or bad cop, I fucking love questioning Zetans…