Adam groaned, blinking himself awake. A stale sweaty smell
filled his nostrils, and he sat up as the memories of the night before came
flooding back. He knew where he was instantly, and he looked up out of the
mouth of Kira’s shoe and chuckled to himself.
How long has it been since I’ve woken up at the bottom of
Kira’s shoe? It took him back, that was for sure. His Zetan lover had a
habit of ending their lovemaking sessions by depositing his shrunken form in
her shoes, usually teasing him about how much he loved the smell and promising
to get him out once she’d “freshened up.” She also had a habit of
collapsing back into bed, falling asleep and leaving him trapped in her
footwear for the night.
He heard a yawn overhead, and he peered up to see a giant
green face peer sheepishly over the side of the mattress, “Good morning,” Kira
said with a giggle, “sorry, I really meant to get you out of there-“
“I’ve heard it before,” he said, chuckling. “I’ve missed it,
isn’t that weird?”
“I’ve missed my little human toy too,” she drawled, reaching
down to draw him out. She grabbed him by his ankle, pinching it between her
thumb and forefinger and lifting him up, upside down. She shifted on the bed,
letting him dangle helplessly over her face. She smirked as she spotted his
rock hard erection, “I can’t believe you haven’t let anyone shrink you since I
left… it’s obvious you love this.”
“It’s doing it with you that I liked,” he insisted,
letting his arms hang below him. He grinned, “speaking of, how powerful is your
new ray?”
“It’s a personal model,” she said, “you’re at the minimum
size it can manage.” She gave a knowing smile, “were you hoping to be…
smaller?”
“It crossed my mind,” he admitted.
“What a depraved human,” she laughed, “sorry to disappoint
you…” she wrinkled her nose as she took in his smell, “marinating in my shoe
all night has left you filthy,” she said, sitting up.
Adam took a moment to take in her body, the endless pale
green skin, bountiful breasts, all in a spidery set of Zetan undergarments, the
fibers holding her chest up and seeming to draw the eye between her legs. From
the way those yellow eyes glinted she’d caught his gaze, and he detected a
saunter in her hips as she carried him towards her apartment’s bathroom.
“Unshrink me so I can clean up,” he demanded.
“I think not,” she replied, turning the warm water tap on.
She hovered a finger underneath it, gauging the temperature, “I got you dirty,
I’ll clean you!”
Adam was about to say something else, but he was plunged
under the stream of water, sputtering as the powerful green fingers gripped him.
Her next move was forcing him upright, showering him with the faucet.
“I got this soap on Zeta Prime,” she said, holding it up to
him with a smirk, “I felt this scent would suit you perfectly!” He squinted at
the Zetan lettering, a moment later his translation implant kicked in.
“Human musk?” he laughed. The picture was a rather athletic
and demure looking human man, sweating and hefting a dumbbell. “What do Zetans
think humans smell like?”
“Those of us with some experience with humans know better,”
she mused, “but… there are plenty of human fetishists who have a sort of idealized
idea of what you are like.” She squeezed some of the soap into her palm,
rubbing it roughly over his tiny body.
“Human fetishists?” he managed, smiling as the suds were
rubbed into him, “Like you?!” he gasped as her slick fingers went lower, tracing
over his erection.
“I do not have a human fetish,” Kira insisted, “I
happen to like a human!” She scrubbed him faster, causing him to arc
backwards and groan in pleasure. The tip of her finger came down on his crotch
in earnest, rubbing in slow forceful circles that made him groan wildly.
“P-please,” he managed, panting as he squirmed in her soaped
palm.
She slowed, smirking at the disappointed look on his face,
“Don’t worry, we’ll get all the dirty human genetic material out of you… but
we’re going to take our time with it.”
She reached over and pumped more of the silky alien soap
into her palm, rubbing it into him and making the suds rise again as her
powerful fingers massaged his body. He looked up at Kira, her smug green face
taking him in as he fought feebly against her hand.
“That’s right,” she cooed, “just surrender to me.”
He gritted his teeth, trying not to cum as she said it. When
she got like this it was hard for him to think straight, part of him felt
guilty, letting a Zetan shrink him and play with him like this, but at the same
time there was no other experience quite like this.
Besides, he reasoned, it’s not just a Zetan, it’s
Kira…
“I surrender!” he shouted, his body going tense as her
finger kept teasing him.
“Good human,” she said with a smirk, “now spill that filthy
human seed, go on, get it all out!”
He shouted as orgasm rocked his body, her fingers stroking
him to orgasm and causing him to spurt into the mix of soap and water covering
him. With a grin his alien tormenter moved him under the warm stream of water
again, washing his cum away with the suds.
“That’s good,” she giggled, “finish up now, wash it all
away…”
He panted as the last spray of his semen was flooded away
under the tap water, a moment later he collapsed into her palm, limp. She kept
rinsing him for another moment, making sure she got everything as she watched
his adorable chest heave up and down, exhausted.
“F-filthy human seed?” he managed with a weak smile.
She rolled her eyes, “I got lost in the moment, you know I
find it quite palatable.”
“Right,” he laughed. “Seriously, can you grow me back? I’ve
got to get ready; Alliance Day is the Cultural Office’s busiest day of the
year.”
“Let me go get my ray,” she said, giving him a wink as she
set him on the bathroom counter. She returned a moment later, that same smug
smile on her face as she directed the small silver remote at him. There was a
quick flash of light, then he was struggling to keep his balance as he found
himself seated, naked, on the bathroom sink counter.
“T-Thanks,” he muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed as he
slid off onto the floor. Somehow being naked at full size always felt more
revealing than when he was small… “Where are you stationed for today?” he
asked.
“Zetan liaison to Cultural Office deputy director Adam
Langstrom,” she said with a grin.
He blinked, then returned the smile, “Well then, let’s get
dressed and get going! We’re starting with a museum opening, then we’ve got
some small VFW events, and we’ll cap the day off with cocktails at the white
house.”
“The white house?” Kira said eagerly, “I’ve never gotten to
go!”
“They say they built the galaxy’s best ballroom and bar
after the post-war reconstruction,” he said with a laugh, “your people paid for
it, you should get to enjoy it at least once.”
“Smug human bastard!” she teased, “I should shrink you again
just for saying that!”
He rolled his eyes, “go get dressed Kira! I’ve got a red
tie, a yellow tie, and a blue one, pick something that matches any of them.”
“As you wish,” Kira said, giving an exaggerated bow, “I
wouldn’t want to embarrass my esteemed human lover.”
“I won’t be the only one bringing a green date,” he said
reassuringly, “but if our outfits clash, that’s going to be the gossip on
Monday morning.”
…
Kurt put in the drink order and glanced across the crowded
bar to where Joey was, a girl on either side of him as he eagerly told some
story or another.
How does he do that? Kurt wondered. Their jobs with
the agricultural department weren’t interesting, but when Joey talked to women
about it, they always found time to listen. Am I just ugly? Kurt
wondered sardonically. He wasn’t, at least not hideously anyway. He glanced at
a mirror behind the bar, tossing his head and causing his blond bangs to drift
out of his eyes. He could use a haircut sure, and maybe he could bulk up a
little at the gym, but he wasn’t totally unfortunate looking, right?
Their booth lit up with laughter, a third girl had joined in
to listen to Joey tell them about checking the corn for problems. Kurt just
smirked and rolled his eyes, taking the tray with their beers and cocktails.
“What do I owe you?” he asked the bartender.
“First drink for everyone is paid for by the Zetan
consulate,” the bartender said, “of course I have trouble remembering who’s
already had one…” he winked.
“Got it,” Kurt said with a smile, heading back to the booth.
Maybe Alliance Day isn’t so bad after all. The parade would start later,
maybe he could peel one of those girls off Joey to watch it with him? A man
could dream.
…
The ship shuddered as it exited the hyperspace tunnel. Nea
stood up eagerly, taking her first look at the blue planet that was Earth. She
scowled as she saw the expansive oceans, what use could a species have with so
much water?
“We’ve got system authorities hailing us,” Telma said,
gesturing at the comms systems.
“Tell them we’re here on royal business!” Nea said, “that
should be enough for any Zetan military craft-“
“Most of the ships around Earth answer to the humans,” Telma
said, glancing at the beeping “incoming message” alert, “they’re not going to
give a lot of weight to a royal order for an escort, if anything that would
make them more suspicious.”
“Blast,” Nea muttered, “and we don’t have a military beacon
either…” She thought a moment, “why do Zetans usually come to Earth, when it’s
not for the military?”
“Not a lot do,” Telma said with a shrug, “humans aren’t
exactly eager to have a lot of us on their planet… business, I guess? Someone
imports the soda.”
“Some foul traitor,” Nea said angrily, “that poison has
ruined the tastebuds of a generation of-“
Telma hit the communications button, holding up a hand and
silencing the princess, “Greetings humans,” she said, “we’re here on business,
we’re looking to import sodas to Zetan Prime.”
“This is Earth Orbital Command,” a bored sounding human
voice answered in English, “I don’t see any commercial vessels scheduled for
arrival, most people are just enjoying the holiday.”
“That’s why we’re in such a hurry,” Telma said, glancing at
a large battlecruiser that was approaching them, “we need to pick up some sodas
and other Earth luxury foods for the celebration back on Zeta Prime! We’re very
behind, but I think we can still get them back by the time the parties really
start-“
“Your ship is awfully small for a commercial vessel,” the
human captain said, “I’m sending you a docking code for the George Washington,
it’s the big ship heading to you now. We’ll inspect your ship real quick then
get your papers straightened out.”
“Docking?” Nea whispered nervously.
Telma sighed, “hold on,” she hit the communications button
again, “We don’t have time for that! We’re here… at the behest of the empress!
I’m sending you a royal authentication signal now.”
“What are you doing!?” Nea whispered. Telma just held up a
hand.
“We’ve got a Zetan advisor on board, let me get her up here
to check this,” the human said on the other end. A moment later the comms
crackled to life again, “Looks like your royal signature checks out, so you’re
on a snack run for the Empress huh?”
“That’s right,” Telma said with a forced chuckle, “she loves
human food.”
“You’re clear for landing, see you on the way out,” the
human said, ending the communication. Telma sighed and leaned back in her
chair, guiding the ship towards the atmosphere.
“The humans have their own space cruisers now?” Nea
asked angrily.
“They have for years,” Telma said with a shrug, “I don’t
know why you’re so shocked, humans have been serving on our ships for decades,
it only makes sense that they’d eventually want to build their own.” Telma
grinned, “they say a fully human crewed ship is one of the best terror weapons
we’ve got, like if a ship has a few dozen humans on it the squids will stay and
fight it, but as soon as they know a ship is fully human crewed? They leave the
system immediately.”
“A fully human crewed ship is a great terror weapon,”
Nea said sarcastically, “stars above I’m terrified, they’ll probably try
to vent their core to make it go faster.”
“If you want, we can call this whole thing off,” Telma said,
trying not to sound too hopeful.
“Of course not,” Nea muttered, “a reminder of our positions
in the universe is more important now than ever…” there was a hint of doubt in
her voice, but she leaned over Telma and began pulling up local maps. “We’ll
simply need to avoid the more populated areas, other Zetans too probably…” She
pointed at a sparsely populated interior area on one of the major landmasses.
“Here, there’s only one nearby spaceport, and the records say it’s commercial,
no military craft or Zetan presence.”
“Looks like it’s mostly farming communities,” Telma agreed.
She zoomed in on the map, glancing at the marked human settlements. “We could
land in an open area, shrink your human, and get out before anyone noticed.”
“I don’t want to get caught right away,” the princess mused,
“but I don’t want to skulk in and out like a thief either.” She grinned, “I
also want a bit of choice, find an Alliance Day celebration, a small one, but
with enough humans that I could have my pick of them.”
“How about this place here?” Telma said, pointing to the
map, “Clearwater, Iowa? It’s holding a parade right now.”
“It’s as good as any,” Nea said, “bring us down.”
…
Kurt sighed as he watched the first of the parade floats go
by. As soon as he’d tried talking to one of those girls about his job like Joey
did she’d “gone to the bathroom” and never returned. Still, he had a good buzz
going, and it was on the Zetan dime, so the day wasn’t a total loss.
Joey sidled up to him, “Hey man, where’d you go?” his friend
asked, glancing at the marching band, now playing a mix of the American National
anthem and that of the United Earth government.
“I struck out,” Kurt said with a shrug, “didn’t want to
cramp your style.”
“Fuck man,” Joey laughed, punching him on the shoulder
lightly, “girls come and go, if you wanted to watch the marching band you
should’ve just said something and I’d have come with you.”
A shadow fell over the cheering crowd and the parade, slowly
the music fell silent, the crowd joining them as everyone looked up in shock. A
ship was hovering over downtown, obviously Zetan, obnoxiously even, sleek and
bullet shaped, glowing green lines tracing along it and illuminating their
Empire’s sigil. It hovered ominously, the only sound the hum of the
interstellar engine.
Kurt felt a pit in his stomach, “We’ve got to get out of
here,” he whispered, grabbing Joey’s arm. Others had the same idea, and someone
screamed setting off the panic as people grabbed their children, spouses, and
pets, fleeing in all directions at once.
People buffeted around the two of them, and it was all Kurt
could do to keep himself on his feet as he saw a pair of portals opening in the
bottom of the ship. Two glistening green armored figures dropped to the
pavement, colliding with it with a thud and leaving a pair of crumbled craters.
Clearwater Iowa had four police officers, and there was a
buzz that echoed as the power armored figures activated their shields. The
crisp “CLEARWATER PD” across their chests caught the sun as they waded through
the panicking crowd towards the Zetans.
…
“Humans,” Nea said, activating her armor’s loudspeakers, “I
am princess Nea Brightstar, seventh daughter of Empress Tetra Brightstar, I
have come to exercise my rights to harvest humans of my choice!”
She frowned, the uniformed human law enforcement officers
weren’t heeding her announcement at all. There was a crackle as one ignited an
electric baton…
“T-This is the law, set forth by both the treaty both of our
people agreed to!” She snarled. One of the human police officers lifted a black
gun, aiming it at her head.
“You’re under arrest!” one of them, with a bright yellow
star painted on his chest, declared.
There was a pop of human gunfire, the slugs bouncing
harmlessly off her energy shield with a few sparks. Nea snarled and hefted her
own weapon, the shrink rifle powered up with a hum and she fired it at the
first officer. There was a shimmer as his own armor’s shields activated, and
Nea’s eyes went wide as her bolt was harmlessly absorbed.
“Telma!” she shouted in panic as the first human reached
her, lifting the electric baton high.
Her bodyguard was suddenly between her and the human,
catching the weapon with a grunt. She was larger than the human attacker, but
the power armor these human guards wore was evidently good enough to let the
man grapple with Telma on a near even footing. Nea swallowed nervously, seeing
the other three rushing to join their leader.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! She thought in
panic.
…
Joey and Kurt were ducked behind a parked boxy-transport,
watching the aliens battle the police. The Clearwater PD didn’t carry plasma
weapons, simply using old style earth firearms while carrying out their duties.
It had become clear to the two parties that their weapons were useless against
each other, and the situation had devolved into a power armor brawl. So far one
of the Zetans seemed to be holding her own, using an impressive mix of martial
arts, the other one with the shrink gun was holding back.
“Hey!” Kurt whispered, “you got that gun?”
“F-Fuck yeah,” Joey replied, his hand shaking as it traced
down to his ankle. He drew the plasma pistol, peering over the transport.
…
Nea swore in surprise as a pair of plasma bolts arced by
her. The shots were wide, but her armor’s alarms were blaring angrily. She
followed the directional arrows on her helmet display to the source of the
fire, and her armor quickly picked up two humans crouched in cover behind a
ground transport. They weren’t in military or police uniforms, and her armor
quickly scanned their vital signs. Both were panicked, and her eyes lit up as
she saw they were both young males, the first had a darker complexion,
handsome, but with a terrified look on his face as he leveled the gun again.
Nea grunted with exertion as she leapt to the side, dodging
the incoming green bolts of plasma, behind her there was a hiss as a brick shop
façade was instantly reduced to molten rock.
…
“Give me that thing,” Kurt ordered, grabbing the gun from
Joey’s shaking hand. He shoved his friend down into cover, then with a steely
gaze and a steady hand he leveled the pistol at the approaching Zetan.
…
Nea’s eyes met the blond human’s, and she almost stopped in
her tracks at that gaze, The sheer defiance, she thought in awe. Zetan
media had been filled with images of handsome and brave humans, something that
Nea had always dismissed as propaganda. Now though? Seeing the wind pushing his
straw-colored hair dramatically around his face as he stared her down, that’s
a human straight out of a Cultural Department film, she thought excitedly.
That’s the one, she realized, suddenly feeling giddy.
With a smile she lifted the rifle, but there was a burst of green light, then a
flash of pain across her chest as alarms in her helmet screamed warnings.
…
“You got her!” Joey shouted excitedly, his voice cracking,
“you fucking got-“
The alien was sitting back up, peeling a chunk of her ruined
armor off. The suit was coming off like glowing hot paper mache, and a moment
later the entire torso was gone, reduced to molten slag on the pavement. The
Zetan’s helmet tumbled free too, her dark green hair blowing in the wind as she
blinked a pair of surprisingly human eyes in light of Earth’s sun.
Kurt hesitated, he’d never seen a Zetan in real life before.
She was a statuesque beauty, standing half a foot taller than him at least, with
a feminine face and hair to her shoulders.
“SHOOT HER AGAIN!” Joey screamed in a shrill voice.
Kurt grimaced, aiming the pistol a second time. The Zetan
rolled across the pavement as he fired, scooping up her weapon and leveling it
in a crisp and skillful maneuver. Kurt’s eyes went wide, and he grabbed Joey
again as he dove behind the car.
There was a flash of light, and Kurt’s head spun. He blinked
stars out of his eyes, had she hit the car? The building maybe? As his vision returned,
he saw a massive concrete wall in front of him, at least twice as tall as he
was. A pit formed in his stomach as he realized it was the street curb.
We’re shrunk, he thought, fighting the urge to panic,
we’re tiny, we’re-
“Oh fuck,” Joey moaned, “We’re dead, we’re so dead!”
A shadow fell over them for the second time that day, and
Kurt’s heart sank as he looked up at the monumental form of the grinning green
skinned alien. Anger burned within him as he saw the smug smirk on her face,
and he grabbed Joey again, pulling his panicking friend backwards as a massive
boot lifted over them. There was a crunch of steel and glass as she crushed the
vehicle they’d been hiding behind a moment before, and Kurt watched in awe as
she casually ground her foot back and forth, reducing the vehicle to flattened
wreckage.
Kurt closed his eyes and braced himself for the end, this
was how his grandfather went out, along with too many other humans… instead
something snaked around his chest, he opened his eyes as the gloved fingers
wrapped around him, lifting him up to the alien’s face. Her weapon was slung
across her back now, and he glanced to her other hand to see Joey’s sobbing
form cradled the same as his.
“NEA!” the other Zetan shouted, “LET’S GO!” the power armor
clad alien was still holding off the four police officers, though only barely.
With one final shout she threw another one off her, his power armor shields
sparking as he skittered across the pavement.
Nea nodded, sprinting back underneath the ship. There was an
electric tingling feeling over her skin, and a moment later the tractor beam
began lifting her and Telma upwards. She clenched her squirming prizes in her
hands, fighting the urge to laugh with glee. A moment later they were inside
the ship’s drop bay, and the portals hissed shut behind them.
“We did it,” Nea said excitedly, holding her humans up to
show Telma.
Her bodyguard just sighed, “I’m going to try to get us out
of the system before this escalates…”
“What are you talking about?” Nea asked, watching her go to
the cockpit, “everything we did was perfectly legal under the treaty!”
Telma just stared at her a moment, “how did the humans down
there react when you explained it to them?” she said finally.
“Well, maybe we just took them by surprise. They are
ignorant savages, maybe these ones can’t read-“ Nea started.
“Do you think the ones with the battlecruiser will react
better?” Telma hissed. “Let me do my job.”
“Of course,” Nea muttered, the weight of what Telma was
saying was starting to set in… she felt a small hint of panic, but fought it
down as she looked over her prizes. The two humans looked at her, the brown
haired one fearfully, and the blond one, the one she’d been after, was giving
her that same defiant gaze from before. She smiled, “while Telma flies the
ship, why don’t we all get to know one another?”
…
“I told you that you wouldn’t be the only Zetan here,” Adam
said with a smile, leaning against the White House bar as Kira sat next to him.
It was true, the crowd mingling at the President’s Alliance Day party was mostly
human, but a few green skinned amazons dotted the crowd, chatting and laughing
with the humans casually.
“These people all seem very important,” Kira said with an
embarrassed smile, “you’ve really come up in the world since I was away.”
Adam shrugged, “the Cultural Office has dealings with almost
everyone, military, business, Zetan, Human, I meet a lot of interesting
people.” The truth was he rarely attended the white house Alliance Day party,
but he did want to impress Kira a little. It’s so good to have her
back he thought happily.
His small wrist mounted computer buzzed slightly, alerting
him to a message. He sighed and reached over to silence it, it was a holiday
weekend after all, but he froze as he started reading it. Soon more alerts were
coming in, subordinates, superiors, journalists, the screen was filling up. His
mouth went dry.
“What’s wrong?” Kira asked, seeing his face go pale.
“We need to get over to the office right away,” he said,
pushing his drink away, “I’m calling everyone in.”
“Adam, what’s happened?” she said, standing to join him as
he began walking. The crowd had gone silent as other people began to receive
their own alerts from friends, family members, assistants. News was spreading
fast. Kira saw the humans begin to look at her, and the other Zetans, oddly,
and she unconsciously hugged herself closer to Adam even as he picked up speed.
“Some fool Zetan showed up at an Alliance Day parade in Iowa
and started shrinking people,” he muttered.
“Oh no,” Kira said, a sense of dread coming over her, “it’s
okay though, we’ll catch her and get the humans back and-“
“It was a princess,” he said, giving the valet his ticket.
Kira froze, “w-what?”
“One of the Zetan princesses, the news says she introduced
herself as Nea.”
“Stars no,” Kira whispered, “t-this is bad Adam…”
“It is,” he sighed, “Kira, I want you to stay with me until
this is over, it’s not going to be safe for a lone Zetan to be out right now,
and the police are going to have their hands full once this hits the morning
news.” He swore under his breath as the valet brought his vehicle around, it
was going to be such a nice weekend…
…
In the years following the war with the Cephalos, the US
Secret Service had rapidly expanded and offered services to important Zetan
officials. With the mind controlling aliens proving to be unstoppable to even
the most determined Zetans, at least one human bodyguard was desirable, even to
Zetans who didn’t care for the people of Earth.
Agent Craig Smith had seen action with the military on the
Empire’s frontier, and had even protected several Zetan comrades in arms
against a squid incursion, making him an ideal candidate for higher level duty.
Thus, it was that he found himself in the security detail of the Zetan royal
family. Having spent plenty of time with the aliens, he thought he’d be
prepared for it, but he was quickly finding that the kind of Zetans that
populated the ranks of their space fleets and those that walked their palace
halls were an entirely different breed.
“Smith,” Princess Tayla pouted, “come dance with me!”
“I’m on duty Ma’am,” he insisted, suddenly very glad for his
dark sunglasses.
The alien princess gave him a sad face, her pointed ears
drooping slightly. She stood a head taller than him, amplified by a pair of
high heels, an earth fashion that had spread to the palace of Zeta Prime. His
face went red as her finger traced along his collar, he’d been trained to deal
with a number of threats, human terrorists, Zetan insurrectionists, the squids…
a flirty princess though? That wasn’t in the manual.
“You palace humans are so stiff,” Tayla giggled, “I loved
how you handled Nea the other day, she’s such a brute…” She leaned in close,
“not like me though, I know how to talk to a human… among other things.”
Smith gulped, glancing at the party. He’d taken a position
at the far wall, opting to survey the scene and allow the guests some space
from him. It was how human businessmen and politicians usually wanted things,
unfortunately it left him isolated away from everyone else as the princess had
cornered him. Fraternization with the locals wasn’t strictly prohibited per se,
but most locals weren’t a princess…
“I understand,” Tayla said with a sigh, “you’re committed to
your job.”
He gave a small smile, “yes ma’am.”
“I’m going hiking in the mountains near the equator in a few
days,” Tayla said with a smirk, “I’ll be going with minimal security, just my
usual bodyguard,” she glanced over to a Zetan woman a dozen feet away from
them, who nodded politely, “but we’ll want a human to go with us too, just in
case…” She shrugged, “can’t be too careful, being a princess and all…” She
grinned, “I know just which human to request!” She leaned forward, whispering
in his ear, “Agent Smith, have you ever been… tiny before?”
He started, and judging by the slow giggle of the princess
as she parted, she’d noticed. Zetan women were… aggressive, he knew that much
from his military service. They were strong too, even a full sized man could
have trouble grappling with them, and one of the sayings among humans in the
service was that if one got on top of you, she’d stay there until she wanted to
get down. While plenty of Zetans were willing, eager even, to try a human at
their normal size, they did love their shrink rays…
“I was shrunk once,” he said neutrally, “during training.”
“How small?” the princess asked with a smirk.
He debated answering, but a clatter from the center of the
room saved him from it.
“She did WHAT!?” The Empress shrieked. All eyes were
on the Zetan monarch, who had dropped her drink in shock when an assistant had
brought her some news. Many Zetans had green skin that was pale enough that
they could be seen to blush, and now Empress Tetra’s face was red with fury,
her teeth in a snarl and her eyes wide. With a shout of anger she turned,
stalking out of the gala, leaving shocked Zetans and humans to watch her go. A
moment later the royal guards started filing out after her.
“I’d better go see what’s going on,” Smith said with a weak
smile. Whatever had gotten the Empress so angry was no doubt a crisis, but for
now? He was happy it had saved him from this conversation. The princess shot
him a wink as he left, and he grimaced. That’s not over, he thought
miserably.
…
“I am princess Nea,” she said, setting her humans on a table
in the ship’s lounge, “you may call me Princess, or Mistress if you prefer.”
“We’ll never talk,” Kurt spat.
Nea frowned, “talk?”
“I’ll die before I break,” Kurt said darkly.
“What could you possibly know-“ Nea began, but she was cut
off by the sobbing second human.
“We grow corn!” Joey whined, “I can tell you watering
schedules, pesticides, what strains we’re-“
“Joey!” the other human snapped, “shut the hell up!”
“I don’t wish to hear any more about this ‘corn,’ and I
think I’m done with you.” She sighed, turning towards the cockpit, “Telma, come
in here a moment.”
Her bodyguard returned, “Autopilot is on, I’m trying to get
us in comms range of one of the Zetan ships in system, what do you want?”
“Take this extra human, I won’t need him.” She handed the
panicking Joey off to Telma, who grasped him awkwardly.
“Uh, thanks?” Telma said, regarding the shrunken human
curiously.
“I need some time alone with my human now,” Nea said,
“if you don’t mind.”
“Of course,” Telma said, carrying Joey to the cockpit as he
started sobbing again.
Nea leaned over the table, looming over Kurt, “what’s your
name?” she asked in a low voice.
“Kurt Miller,” he said, venom in his voice.
“I don’t care for that tone,” she said ominously, “do you
speak Zetan, or do you have an implanted translator chip?”
“Chip,” he said, “why would I learn to speak Zetan?”
“It’s the language of your betters,” she said imperiously,
“the chips are wonderful, I use one myself, but we’ll have a few language
lessons so you can perfect your pronunciation.”
Language lessons? He thought incredulously, “If
you’re going to kill us, just do it,” he said angrily.
“Kill you?” She asked with a chuckle, “oh my little Kurt…
I’m not going to kill you.”
“So, what is this all about?” he asked, “is the war starting
back up? Are you breaking the alliance?”
“Of course not,” Nea said dismissively, “We’re simply moving
this relationship in it’s proper direction, that starts with you accepting your
place as my new pet.”
“You’re nuts!” Kurt said, eyes wide, “do you think Earth is
going to stand for this? Even the other Zetans are going to be pissed at you!”
“Once the other Zetans see what I, their princess, have done
they’ll realize they can do it too!” she said eagerly, “this is a course
correction that’s long overdue!”
“Whatever,” Kurt muttered darkly, “why me anyway? Why not
just grab one of the humans on your planet?”
“It needed to be a wild one,” she growled, leaning
close, “and you’re so perfect.” Her hand curled around him and her thumb forced
its way under his chin, lifting his head against his struggles so he had to
look at her. “The way you fought me, the way you’re talking so defiantly to me,
even now… I want that, but it want to be mine, do you understand? You’re
going to serve me.” She grinned, a single finger tracing up and running
over his silky blond hair, “you’re a very aesthetically pleasing human as well,
I cannot wait to see what’s under those clothes.”
He looked up at her, stunned. He growled angrily and
squirmed in her grip, but she just tightened her fingers around him and
laughed.