Captain Johann Keynes walked the corridors of the human
cruiser Vasa. It was a mid-sized ship, with forty plasma cannon ports
and a crew of nearly five hundred. His officers rose and saluted him as he
walked onto the ship’s bridge, his chair waiting for him in the center of the
room in the design of a pre-contact Earth entertainment program. He sat,
setting his crew at ease. One seat was empty, a space normally reserved for his
Zetan advisor, Dela.
The Vasa normally carried anywhere from a dozen to
fifty of the green skinned aliens, most of the technology was theirs, and while
Earth was catching up in manufacture and use, on any given day there were
matters that needed expertise beyond what a human vessel had.
The Vasa wasn’t the only ship missing some of the
regular crew, normally their sister ship, the Void’s Eye, would enjoy a
contingent of a few dozen humans. Some were trainees, hoping to learn more
about the technology from seeing it in use on a Zetan ship, others were combat
experts, looking to drill with the other race’s military. In the aftermath of
the incident on Earth and the ongoing hunt for the Princess, many humans had
stubbornly refused to return to the Void’s Eye. They weren’t the only
ships having this problem, insubordination and protest was rife throughout
Earth’s military.
This had better get resolved soon, Keynes thought
grimly, we can’t hold this frontier at each other’s throats…
…
Captain Naya Moonlight attempted to hail the human ship Vasa,
again. She sighed angrily as her communications officer told her the human
ship was not responding. They would be without their human contingent again today;
she was sure of it. It made her feel nervous, naked, to be so far out on the
Empire’s frontier while the humans were being uncooperative.
“Captain,” her weapons officer said in a low voice, “I think
we should consider drastic measures.”
Naya sighed, looking across the command room to the officer,
“choose your next words carefully, but speak.”
The other woman nodded, the dark metallic grey of the Zetan
fleet uniform shining slightly as she turned her chair to face the captain. It
was well known that her weapon’s officer had… problems, with the humans coming
on board, to the point where another officer was often assigned to deal with
them. The captain wouldn’t be surprised to find Zeta Forever materials in her personal
quarters, but that in and of itself wouldn’t be a crime…
“We have twice their numbers, and twice their plasma
cannons,” the weapons officer explained, “I’ll admit the monkeys are managing
that ship better than I expected, but if we fired a volley now, we could
overwhelm their shields, then board them.”
“Board them?” The captain asked incredulously, “an allied
ship?”
“A human ship,” the weapon’s officer snarled, “and
one that’s not cooperating, one that’s failing to do the only thing it’s out
here to do!”
“And I suppose you would drag the humans kicking and
screaming onboard our own vessel?” the captain asked.
“Yes,” the weapons officer said, standing up and pulling a
plasma pistol from the holster on her belt, “I would.”
Captain Naya’s yellow eyes went wide, “this is a mutiny!
Arrest her at once!” she looked around, her heart dropping as the other
officers on her bridge refused to meet her eyes.
…
“We’ve got incoming fire from the Void’s Eye! An aid
shouted. “Shields are already failing!”
“What the hell are they doing?” Keynes shouted, heard the
muffled impact of the plasma bolts hitting the ship’s shields, against the
firepower of the Zetan ship his own smaller vessel wouldn’t last long. “Get
them on a comms channel!”
A viewscreen flickered to life at the front of the bridge, a
smug green face greeted him, “Where’s Captain Naya?” he demanded, recognizing
the weapon’s officer.
“She’s indisposed,” the Zetan said with a grin, “I am in
command of the Void’s Eye now, and I am ordering you to lower shields and power
down weapons. Your ship will be boarded and your crew shrunk for holding, I-“
“Captain, we have another vessel dropping out of FTL!” his
aid shouted as alarms blared. “It’s not broadcasting human or Zetan signals!”
…
The Cephalo existed without name or distinction, he simply
was. When he worked with others of his kind they would give each other numbers,
discarded and forgotten when the collaboration had passed. For now, he was
alone, in the center of a tentacled black mass of a starship, grown rather than
built, and crewed by hollow minded bipedal servitors, their skin like rotted
ground beef as they scurried about to do his bidding. Like a foul black heart
his squidlike form rested in the center of his ship, the nervous system
commanding and controlling the multitude of drones and the very movements of
his spacecraft as easily as the appendages that protruded from his wet and
mottled grey face.
The abominations, he thought, his mind reaching out
and touching the human vessel, foul and corrupt, anger rose within him.
The abhorred species was long thought destroyed, but now in this far-flung
reach of space they had been found again, few in number, and primitive, but
growing and spreading like a cancer with the aid of the green food-species.
His mental gaze turned towards the other vessel, finding it
unprotected. It had become expected that the insignificant green species had
wedded itself to the humans, hiding behind them while using base physical
weapons to strike at the true gods of this universe. This vessel though, held
no hint of the human’s filth, and his mind easily reached out and touched it.
…
Captain Naya watched as everyone on her bridge began
screaming, dimly aware that she’d joined them. One by one they drew their
weapons, firing at one another, then turning their guns on themselves. The last
thing Naya saw was her mutinous weapon’s officer placing the plasma pistol
between her eyes, pulling the trigger even as her eyes were wide with fear.
All across the ship the Zetans killed each other, and
themselves, using whatever weapons or utensils they could find. Within one
minute the Void’s Eye was silent, a charnel house floating dead through
space.
…
“Fire everything we’ve got!” Keynes shouted.
“Weapons aren’t responding, shields are down!” an officer
yelled.
The human vessel had fallen victim to a notorious design
flaw in mid-sized Zetan ships, of which the human ship was a copy. When firing
out of an energy shield, Zetan plasma cannons very briefly disrupted the area
of exit, preventing damage to the ship’s own shields while allowing it to fire
on enemies. This was managed completely by a computer system, but when the
shields fell the safety mechanisms that prevented the ship from firing into its
own energy shields locked the weapons.
It was a simple fix, one that the Zetan weapons technicians
would have taken seconds to resolve, then explained to their human companions
for future reference, but those technicians were dead on the Void’s Eye. Moments
later so was everyone on the Vasa.
…
The Cephalo fired blast after blast into the human vessel, until
the very wreckage of the Vasa was glowing hot. His mind could not touch
the human crew, but mere plasma would do the job in clearing them from this
universe. He set a routine to continue the bombardment, reducing the ship to
atoms.
Suffer not the abominations to live, he thought
angrily, do not consume their flesh, but burn it in holy fire. He felt a
sense of primordial satisfaction as the human ship was scattered on the cosmic
winds.
He immediately began scanning the nearby asteroids and
planets, the human and Zetan settlements his for the taking without their
military vessels to protect them. They were small, hardly worth the effort
normally, but their protectors had fallen so easily… Perhaps the time was
coming for new incursions into this reach of space.
His stomach rumbled as his servitors began preparing
boarding craft for the dead Zetan ship. Humans had to be burned of course, but
Zetans were highly nutritious…
…
“Cephalo attack, military ships, asteroid outposts
destroyed,” Kira read the news alert, her eyes wide. She turned to Adam, who
was reading the alerts on his own wrist computer, his face grim.
The two of them were in his office, Adam looked like hell,
still in his gala clothes from White House party, his hair greasy, dark circles
beneath his eyes. Kira didn’t look much better, although she’d managed to get a
little more sleep than he had.
“The last transmissions suggested there were… problems with
the two ship crews cooperating,” Adam muttered. “Both militaries are trying to
crack down on that sort of thing now, but it’s going to be difficult.” He
sighed, “the final transmissions before the Cephalos entered the area suggest
that the Zetan ship fired on the human ship first.”
Kira’s eyes went wide, “do people know!?”
“We’ve instituted a hard blackout,” Adam said grimly, “we’ve
kept it contained so far, but we need to get this thing with the princess
resolved now.” He swore under his breath, “do we know if she escaped the
system?”
“The Zetan ships near Earth said a royal vessel tried to request
their assistance,” Kira said, “but they refused to respond and immediately
alerted nearby Earth authorities.”
“Good to know we have some friends,” Adam muttered. “The
wormhole to Zeta Prime is blocked, and we’re only letting ships enter FTL on a
case by case basis. Shipping is getting backed up, but we know she won’t be
able to leave the system.” He looked at Kira, “did you get an answer for how
long the cloaking device on a royal ship can last?”
“That’s secret information vital to the security of the
royal family,” Kira said. Adam just stared at her, and she smirked, “She’s got
six hours left at most.”
“Then we’ve just got to get the net ready,” Adam muttered.
…
Princess Nea woke up, stretching as the automatic lighting
in her chambers simulated the Zetan sunrise. She leapt out of bed, smiling. She
strutted confidently over to the human enclosure, eager to wake the sleeping
human.
“Time to get up little Kurt, your human sloth will not be
tolerated on my-“
She paused, looking down in confusion. Kurt was already
awake, his tiny nude form glistening with sweat as he did pushups in the fake
turf. She scowled and tapped a button, the clear lid of his enclosure sprang
open, and he looked up at her, clearly struggling to keep his expression
neutral.
“Good morning princess,” he greeted, standing up. “I was
wondering how long you intended to sleep in.”
Sleep in? She scowled, “My schedule begins at the
start of the Zetan day, why are you awake?”
“This time of year? I want to avoid the sun, Princess,” he
said, panting slightly, “I mostly work… worked, outdoors.”
“Yes, of course…” she muttered, taking in his body. She felt
something stirring within her, he looked… appealing, and she was suddenly very
aware that they were both naked. There is no modesty between you and your
pet, she reminded herself, but…
Kurt gulped, how long is she going to stand there naked
like that? She loomed over him, her breasts like mountains that drew his
eye, her shapely skyscraper sized legs… he felt blood rushing to his loins, and
he fought the urge to cover himself. Don’t get hard in front of her, don’t
get-
The alien princess had a smug grin, and just the slightest
hint of a flush in her cheeks, “I see that my pet appreciates his mistress’s
beauty,” she chuckled. Her hand reached for him, her fingers closing around him
and letting her feel the small poke of his manhood against them as she brought
him to her face. The fingers opened again, leaving him flat in her palm as
those enormous blue eyes scrutinized him. “It’s a very nice piece,” she said,
the tip of her finger touching his erection, “I’m not sure how I feel about
this tuft of hair,” she muttered, and he winced as she pulled slightly on his
pubic hair with the tips of her fingers, “on the one hand it does give you a
certain… untamed look, but you’re not untamed anymore, are you?”
“Tell you what, I’ll shave mine if you shave yours,” he said
angrily, before he could stop himself.
Nea giggled, at the comment, then forced herself to give him
a stern expression. He had a smug smirk on his face, he’d made her laugh, and
somehow, they both understood that as a victory for him. Nea scowled, curling
her fingers around him again and gripping tightly, causing him to grunt in pain
slightly.
“Don’t make me punish you,” she warned, “and remember, your
friend is just a room away…”
Please just be respectful, she thought almost
pleadingly. The thought of hurting him again, really hurting him, was
somehow becoming… distasteful.
He’s not your friend, she snapped at herself, he’s
your pet, you’re acting like one of those fools in the Human Appreciation
Society. She slowly breathed out, clearing her thoughts. The human had a
defiant look on his face, but also a curious one.
She gave him a small smile, “Kurt,” she said simply, “you
will be far happier if you just accept this, we both know that a part of you wants
it even.”
“Like hell Princess,” he snarled. He knew he’d pay
for it, and he winced, preparing for her to tighten her grip again. It didn’t
come, and he opened his eyes curiously.
She had a knowing grin on her face, “Kurt, I’ve had the ship
AI monitoring your physical responses since you arrived.” She carried him to
the viewscreen on her wall, waving her hand and bringing it to life. Kurt’s
vitals once again appeared on the screen, and he looked at them curiously.
Where is she going with this? He thought nervously.
“It’s not a true lie detector of course,” Nea said idly,
“but it can measure things such as your heartrate, hormone levels,” she
grinned, “sexual excitement…”
He gulped, “Princess, whatever that computer says-“
“Let’s start with an easy one,” She said with a predatory
grin, “Kurt, do you find me attractive?” she gripped her breast, kneading it in
front of him in a way she’d seen in a banned Zetan film. The two of them looked
together at a line on a graph, it rose slightly.
“You’re not ugly,” Kurt admitted nervously, “Princess,” he
added quickly.
She smirked, he was on edge, afraid again, “Does the thought
of being my toy excite you? Would you like to squirm helplessly as I use your
body to pleasure myself?”
The line rose again, and Kurt’s face went red, “I… no matter
what turns me on that doesn’t change things between us!”
“Of course,” Nea chuckled, “tell yourself that human, but we
both know you want to submit to me. Perhaps you wish to resist out of
loyalty to your people? Admirable, it’s part of what sets you apart from the
rest of the humans and makes you worthy of being mine, but how long will that last
against what you really want?”
“What I really want is for you to let me and Joey go!” he
insisted.
Nea laughed, “much was recorded about what Zetans did with
their human pets before our alliance, why don’t we talk about some of it and we
can watch how you react?”
Fuck, Kurt thought miserably. He hated her, he hated
her so much… he was familiar with how Zetans treated their human pets
too, and since shrinking he’d had his own thoughts about some of them, thoughts
he didn’t want the Princess knowing.
“Some Zetans thought it was amusing to carry humans trapped
in their undergarments,” Nea said casually, “imagine, squirming, helpless,
pressed against my warm skin, the soft fabric forcing you against my breasts…
or perhaps,” her hand traced lower, drifting through her lower hair slightly as
she giggled.
The line on the screen measuring Kurt’s arousal shot up, and
it was all Nea could do not to shout in triumph. Kurt’s face was red with
embarrassment, but she could feel his erection straining against her fingers
again.
“Look at that,” she mused, “you can’t lie to yourself Kurt.”
She grinned, brushing some hair away from her eyes as she teased him, “What
about… feet?” His eyes went wide and she knelt down, bringing his trapped form
down to her foot, “did you like being stepped on the other day Kurt?”
“No,” he snarled, “it was humiliating and terrifying, you’re
an evil bitch who-“
There was a beep, and both of them looked up to see his
charted arousal had spiked again, nearly reaching the top of the graph. Nea
gave him a smug and victorious look as he just gritted his teeth angrily.
“If you just stop resisting Kurt,” she said quietly, “you’ll
find I can be very kind to my little pet.” She stood up, “I’ll give you some
more time to think on these things, but my patience is not unlimited.” She gave
him a lustful smile, “Soon I am going to want to use my human for one of his
intended purposes.”
His cock throbbed, and he gulped as her fingers slid around
him as her grip tightened. She was well inside his head.
Why couldn’t it have been any other woman in the universe?
he thought angrily. It seemed almost cosmically unfair, but he wouldn’t let
her win, he couldn’t. He just had to hold out until they were rescued.
“Hold still,” she said with a smile, placing him on her desk
again. She tapped a drawer, and it slid open with an electronic buzz, revealing
the utility laser from before, along with a small silver remote. She hovered it
over him, “I’m going to make you smaller,” she said casually, and a moment
later a beam leapt out from the device, and Kurt blinked as the flash filled
his vision.
When his eyesight returned, he fought the urge to stumble
backwards in shock. The world had grown even larger, Nea loomed over him,
mountainous and imposing as she smirked at his reaction. He’d gone from a four
inch doll to something closer to a bug, not even an inch if he had to guess. A
pair of bus sized green fingers descended, and Nea easily pinched him between
her thumb and forefinger. The soft ridges of her fingers clenched him hard
enough that he wasn’t able to so much as squirm when she lifted him, but she
was careful not to squeeze him hard enough to cause pain.
“I will keep you with me for now,” she said with a smile,
squinting as she held Kurt’s tiny form up to her eye.
Slowly she lowered him down to her chest, wedging him
between her breasts. He scrambled for purchase against her soft green skin,
looking down in terror at the massive drop. He needn’t have worried, for a
moment later Nea tapped a small pellet against her shoulder, and a moment later
the black webbed fabric of the Zetan underwear sprang out, washing over Kurt
like a flood and hugging him to the monumental breast.
The material was tight, with a slight sheerness that let him
little of what was outside. He grunted as he squirmed against her warm flesh,
the steady thud of her heartbeat echoing in his ears. He tumbled as she began
to walk the jiggling of her breasts rocking his world and easily undoing any
progress he made.
He managed to grab something, hefting himself up and
managing to hold his place, not falling deeper into her underwear. As he forced
his back against the tight undergarment he gazed in shock and realized he’d
grabbed her nipple, and was now almost straddling it.
Nea giggled at the sensation of the human exploring his new
confinement, A few hours in there might dull his resistance somewhat before
their next conversation. She grabbed a collar shaped device from her closet,
and as she tapped it against her neck the nanocloth raced out over skin,
covering her like rushing water as a shining white outfit formed on her. She
looked in a nearby mirror and was satisfied.
For Kurt it was like another wave washed over him, the underwear
holding him in place as the new layer of clothing formed, trapping him in
darkness and sealing him in tighter. Now the rest of the world was entirely
gone, the only thing left in his universe the giant pair of breasts he was
trapped in. As Kurt struggled feebly within her clothing, he realized the heat
and the soft feeling of her skin were rapidly making him hard again…
…
Nea walked into the lounge of the starship, nodding to Telma
who was reclining on a nearby couch. The other human she’d shrank was in a new
set of Zetan inspired white clothing, not dissimilar from Nea’s own, though in
a more masculine cut. Telma herself was laying across the couch, Joey clenched
in her hand loosely as he lay on her chest, soft music, human music piped
through the speakers.
“What’s our situation?” Nea asked, slightly perturbed to find
her bodyguard apparently relaxing. She made a dismissive wave, and the music
silenced.
“Our situation,” Telma said with a sigh, “is that we are
trapped in the Sol system, the wormhole is blockaded, the human ships are
searching for us, and I suspect the Zetan ships are aiding them. Our cloaking
device is close to failure, and when it goes, we will be boarded.”
“Our own ships are helping them!?” Nea asked angrily.
“Zetan fleets stationed near earth tend to have
substantially more pro-human views,” Telma said with a shrug, “The Empress has
condemned your actions, but I’m sure you expected that…”
“Yes,” Nea muttered, “but I expected our people to rise to
this occasion, I thought maybe our fleet would…”
“Betray your mother for you?” Telma asked, a hint of alarm
in her voice.
“No,” Nea said quietly, “I mean… maybe, I just thought
they’d start seeing the humans for what they were, remembering what we are.”
She glanced at the blank screen on the wall and debated activating it, “what
are people saying?” She asked, “have you picked up any communications from Zeta
Prime?”
“Zeta Forever is ecstatic,” Telma said with a shrug, “some
are even openly calling for you to be named Empress, or at least the heir,
which is going to cause you no end of trouble when you return.”
“I don’t want to be Empress,” Nea said with a frown, “I
didn’t mean to… well, I can address them when I return, I’ll not have my push
for Zetan hegemony tainted by court politics.”
Telma’s mouth quirked, “Nea, you should probably expect a
period of exile after this…”
“Exile?” Nea balked, “Mother would never-“
“It won’t be as awful as you expect,” Telma said quietly,
“we’ll relocate to a colony world, not a large one, but-“
“That won’t happen,” Nea insisted, “mother will be forced to
bow to public pressure and adopt changes, I’m sure of it!”
She glanced down at Joey and frowned, “I see you and your
human are getting along nicely, did he require any discipline?”
“No,” Telma said with a small smile, “He asked if I wanted
to relax and listen to music, and that sounded nice.”
Nea thought a moment, then reached for Joey, “come here
human-“
Telma lifted him away from her, “I do believe you gave this
one to me, Nea,” Telma said.
Nea glared at her, “I just had some questions,” she said in
a low voice.
Joey gulped, looking nervously to Telma, who nodded, “Okay
uh, shoot.”
“Kurt,” Nea said, “tell me what he likes, foods,
entertainment, anything notable about him… is he perhaps a military veteran?”
“Kurt?” Joey laughed, “no, he’s just some scrub working for the
Ag department like me, he-“
“Scrub?” Nea frowned, “he threw himself into battle with a
Zetan princess to save you, he nearly defeated me, are you saying he had no
renown locally?”
“Uh… he had a high score back when our local bar had a
Pac-Man machine,” Joey said uncertainly.
She scowled, He was no one, utterly unimpressive and unimportant,
even among the humans. The enigma of Kurt deepened… I’ll question the
other human about this more later, she decided, Telma seems too…
attached to let me question him properly.
There was a beep from the cockpit, and Telma sat up suddenly,
“someone’s trying a direct communication line?” She stood up, gently placing
Joey on a high table, “Wait here, okay?” she gave him a friendly smile as she
walked by Nea, who followed her.
“That’s odd,” Telma muttered, looking at the incoming line, “it’s
using a hyperspace frequency that’s only meant for royal ships, even the military
in system wouldn’t have it.”
“My mother or one of my sisters maybe,” Nea said
dismissively, “let it through.”
The speaker flickered on, “Greetings, is this the starship
belonging to Princess Nea?”
“It is,” Telma said uncertainly, “I am her bodyguard. We are
currently… evading pursuers, to whom am I speaking?”
“I’m contacting on behalf of Zeta Forever, Earth Chapter,”
the voice said, “we have a member who is very familiar with the manufacture of the
royal family’s ships, which is how we contacted you.” The speaker paused, “We
know that your cloaking device will fail in a matter of hours, and we can’t let
our heroic princess be taken like a common criminal after standing up for our
people and putting the humans in their place!”
Nea’s ears piqued up, “this is it!” she said excitedly, “it’s
what I hoped for!”
“We will transmit coordinates to you shortly, if you go to them,
we can hide you from Human and Zetan authorities.”
Telma sighed, “Nea, do you wish for me to send a
confirmation?”
“Of course,” Nea said without hesitation, “why would we do
anything else?”
Telma was quiet for a moment, “Nea… if we go to these
people, it may be our last chance to surrender ourselves for some time…”
“Zeta Forever looks out for the interests of all Zetans,”
Nea said, repeating their propaganda word for word, “we can trust them.”
Telma stared ahead for a moment, then with a sigh clicked
the transmit button, “your offer is gratefully accepted, send the coordinates.”
…
Jolene grinned as she saw Earth appear in the large viewport
that covered one side of the luxury starcruiser. The ship itself was stunning,
a pleasure yacht that was outfitted like a five-star hotel, and a sleek white
design that reminded her of the vacation boats of the wealthy she’d seen at marinas
in her youth. From what the Zetan authorities had told her, it had been seized
from a high ranking criminal figure, doubtless one Jolene had worked for at
some point, a thought that tickled her pink. With a massive engine and a
military grade shield generator, the opulent ship could outrun most others in
atmosphere or orbit, and it could take a punch to boot. There was only a single
small plasma cannon, but that was okay, space battles were for cops and the military,
Jolene preferred more personal fights.
“Are you excited to be back on Earth miss Jolene?” a timid
female voice called behind her. She smiled and turned to see the three Zetans
that made up her “crew” for lack of a better word.
The speaker was Meana, Jolene’s pilot and the first of the
three Zetans she’d picked up in her travels. When she’d been forced to flee
Earth in her youth, Jolene had rapidly found that Human Appreciation Societies
on Zetan worlds would give a human almost anything, their members easily taken
advantage of and manipulated by a poor earth primitive far from home. She’d
eaten their meals, slept in their beds, and taken their credits to “get back on
her feet.” On the outer Zetan worlds, where humans were rarer, they practically
fell over themselves to prove their good nature to her. It was cute, and it was
useful.
Some members went a step further, human fetishists weren’t
terribly uncommon among Zetans, even if most of them preferred Earth’s men, but
Human Appreciation Society members occasionally wanted to do more than
merely appreciate a human.
Some of them want to abuse you, Jolene thought with a
smile as she walked towards her Zetans, some of them want to be abused.
Meana had been a freighter pilot, now she was Jolene’s pilot.
The formerly Amazonian alien had seemed almost euphoric when Jolene had explained
the rules for traveling with her, and Jolene smirked at the memory of the alien’s
joyful expression when Jolene had shrunk her down to her current four foot
state.
“In the grand scheme of things, Earth is just another planet,”
Jolene said with a smile, cupping Meana’s chin in her hand. She towered over
the reduced Zetan, while Jolene was only five foot two herself, she didn’t
allow any of her own Zetans to look down at her, and her shrink ray clattered
against her hip on the small keychain as she released Meana and walked towards
a small kitchenette in the ship’s lounge. Shrink rays were coded to the users
DNA, and rarely sold to humans, but a little help from her pet Zetans had let
her program Meana’s for herself, and she’d promptly put Meana at a more
appropriate size for their relationship, a trend she’d continued with all the Zetans
that joined her.
“B-But it’s the center of human culture Miss Jolene!”
Tolith, her next conquest, began, following after her. That he was a male was
odd enough, Zetan males typically didn’t involve themselves in human affairs
one way or the other, but he’d practically begged to join her when she’d had a
stopover on his planet. He was a bit flighty at times, but he had a surprising
amount of knowledge about power armor and plasma weaponry. It was also amusing to
think that she was probably one of the only human women who had ever sampled a Zetan
male, and she had to admit, he wasn’t a bad catch.
“Human culture?” Jolene laughed.
“It is though,” Amra, the final in her collection, began,
following behind Tolith as Jolene opened a mini-fridge and withdrew a cold
drink for herself. “You humans are too hard on yourselves, it’s all the fault
of our oppressive regime, our people simply can’t see the natural beauty and
poetic sadness of great cultural works like Smokey and the Bandit-“
“That movie is what you call human high culture?” Jolene asked
with a chuckle, causing the Zetan to step back and blush a moment. Jolene
rolled her eyes, “Okay fine, it’s not terrible.”
Amra had been some kind of art expert on Zeta Prime, one who
had fallen in love with a very particular human aesthetic. Jolene was not a
classy person herself, but even she could recognize that the things that Amra
seemed to celebrate about human cultural achievement were… low-brow was the
polite term.
“Do you think you’ll be able to find the princess?” Tolith
asked, glancing at the blue planet beyond the viewport.
Jolene shrugged, “The way I see it, the only people in the
Sol System who would shelter her would be Zeta Forever, and they’re not hard to
find. We’ll just touch down near a Zetan settlement and I’ll ask questions.”
“Could there really be Zeta Forever cells on Earth?” Meana
asked in shock, “Miss Jolene, you know we all hate that evil organization,
right?”
She smirked as she looked over her four-foot tall collection
of Zetans, “Don’t worry, I know you three are good Zetans, but it’s just math.
Around fifteen percent of Zetans approve of Zeta Forever, there are about ten
million permanent Zetan residents on Earth. Now obviously the ones on the blue
planet are more human-friendly, but there will still be some Zeta Forever types
here.”
“You should put them in their place,” Tolith said eagerly, “shrink
them down like you did that last one Miss Jolene, crush them all like-“
“Slow down sport,” she said, reaching down and ruffling the
male Zetan’s hair, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of things.”
He blushed, seeming to lean into her touch, these three
really need therapy, she thought, not for the first time. She gave him a
smile, and he grinned giddily back at her, stepping away and joining the two
females.
The strangest thing about her Zetans was how much she’d
genuinely come to care about them. The money she’d get from this job would let
her retire, and she’d be taking them all with her. She could buy a planet with
that kind of money, settle down somewhere nice and let these three drink as
many earth sodas and watch as many stupid pre-invasion movies as they wanted…
She snapped her fingers, bringing them to attention, “Get my
power armor ready!” she ordered.
…
Tolith had built her armor from scratch, a thin and easily concealed
suit with a low powered shield generator, just enough to deflect shrink ray
blasts and human ballistics. She’d started her career without it, but a few
close calls had taught her that physical fights with Zetans and even human men
were a bad idea. The power armor let her handle them on her terms, and luckily
few in the criminal world could afford their own.
She approached the platform where it was waiting for her in
just her bra and panties. She smirked as she saw the three Zetans eyeing her
up, and as her armor whirred and readied for her to step into it, she lifted
her shrink ray.
“Okay, who wants to ride in my panties on this mission?”
The three fought each other, lifting their hands and
shouting things they’d done for her lately. She rolled her eyes, and simply
clicked the silver remote in their direction three times. The three tiny zetans
stared up at her immense form as she sauntered her hips, walking towards them.
“Hold still,” she ordered, plucking up the trio of now inch
tall Zetans in her loose grip. Her hand lifted to her waist, and she heard them
all protest at once as she began moving her hand behind her.
“Oh hush,” she laughed, “I said you could ride in my
panties, I didn’t say if it would be front or back!” She pulled her panties away, dropping the
group in. A second later she released the elastic, causing it to snap into
place. She felt them squirming against her cheeks as she stepped into the set
of armor, and with a giggle she slapped her own ass, rocking their world as the
armor closed around her, cinching them even tighter into her skin.
She ignored the feeling of the bug sized Zetans struggling in
her buttcrack as she checked weapons systems on the display. They’d be quite
safe there, she reasoned, and they’d have a wonderful time. As for her? She had
work to do.