Adam stared in shock at the advertisement being played before every video on Earth’s largest hosting platform. It depicted a pair of what were supposed to be Zetans, armored and stalking down a busy suburban street as bystanders screamed. Their green ears were exaggerated, and they had menacing sneers. Rock music played suddenly, and then a pair of humans cut off the “Zetans” with a pair of glowing plasma pistols.

“The new Kensington-Bluestar Bobcat, send them back to the void!” an excited announcer called.

There was a flash and the two “Zetans” disappeared.

“Who approved this?” Adam asked in shock, “any advertisement featuring Zetans is supposed to be tightly controlled-“

“It was a lower office,” Kira said, pulling up details on her wrist computer. She frowned, “I think I see how it got through…”

A green skinned Zetan woman with a flashing white smile dressed in an earth style pantsuit stepped into the camera frame, the two heroes with the pistols smiled when they saw her, and a United Earth flag suddenly appeared in the background.

“I’m Anara Bluestar, owner of Kensington-Bluestar weapons, I’ll tell you something, if there’s one thing I love it’s humans, and when a longstanding human weapons manufacturer was struggling, I saw a chance to combine some of the best minds on both our worlds. That’s how Kensington-Bluestar was born!”

“My god,” Adam breathed, “it’s brilliant, she didn’t get her ad screened for anti-Zetan sentiment because a Zetan owns the company…”

“Now we all know there’s plenty of bad eggs out there, and I just love my human friends and family too much to let anyone hurt them,” she lifted one of the guns being advertised, “that’s why I came up with the Bobcat, an affordable plasma weapon for the common human, just one thousand credits at any retailer of Kensington-Bluestar weapons!” The camera zoomed in on her face one last time, “guaranteed to melt royal grade power armor!” She winked at the “royal.”

“I want it stopped immediately,” Adam said in exasperation, “We’ve just gotten the public settled down!”

“It’s too late,” Kira muttered, looking at numbers on her wrist screen, “those things are selling like mad, and polling indicates Anara Bluestar is one of the most popular Zetans among humans right now, even anti-Zetan groups like her.” Kira paused a moment, “though I don’t know what kind of plasma pistol she’s putting on the market for only one thousand credits…”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a piece of junk,” Adam growled, “I don’t think the Zetans who are going to get shot with them will have power armor.” He buried his head in his hands, “God, I can’t believe I let this through…”

“Adam,” Kira said quietly, “how much sleep have you gotten in the last few days?”

“Sleep?” he chuckled, “Kira… there’s no time for it.”

“You’re about to collapse,” Kira insisted. She smirked, “I always did have to drag you out of the office.”

“You did,” he said, struggling not to yawn in front of her, “why do you think my career took off after you went back to Zeta Prime?” he asked with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, “Adam, you’re going to collapse at your desk. Did you know the Director told me to take you home to rest an hour ago?”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” Adam muttered, leaning back in his office chair.

Kira frowned, “you’re practically begging me to do it you know.”

“Do what?” he smirked, feigning ignorance.

Kira reached into her purse menacingly, “If I have to drive us to your apartment Adam, you’re not getting a say where you’re riding.”

“Let me just finish a few more messages-“ Adam said, enjoying the exasperated look on the Zetan’s face.

There was a silver glimmer in Kira’s hand, then the familiar visual whiteout of a shrink ray blast. Adam blinked, looking around. She’d sent him all the way down to three inches, the maximum her particular device could manage. He looked up at her in awe, blinking his tired eyes as the green skinned goddess casually walked around his monolith of a desk. Yellow eyes gleamed down at his tiny form, and a moment later a smirking Kira was lifting him up.

“I’m going to take you home,” Kira said firmly, “and you’re going to sleep, then you’re going to eat and take a shower, and then we can come back to work.”

“But-“ he protested.

“Adam!” she snapped, dangling him slightly, “you’ve guided this office through the storm, but we’re in a lull right now. You need rest, I can take you home, or the Director can have security come in here and do it!”

He gave a small smile, “you please…” I really might work myself to death if it wasn’t for her, he thought with a chuckle. He let himself go limp in her grip, submitting himself to whatever she had in mind.

She smirked, bringing him around to her backside. He frowned, watching her pull up her human style office skirt. She was evidently wearing the Zetan nanofabric underwear, and he saw the mix of black and silvery webbing coming down over her bottom, almost like a one piece. Her thumb hooked around it, pulling the fabric away from her skin slightly, an odd looking motion on the almost liquid fabric, like it was trying to fall apart or ooze back to her at any moment.

“Enjoy the ride,” Kira said with a smug smile, forcing him inside the alien undergarments. She released her thumb, and rather than the elastic snap of earth style panties there was a smooth almost slimy push against his back, forcing him against the skin of her buttcheek. He grunted as he felt her finger press against his body, casually moving him through the liquid of the fabric towards the center of her enormous backside. He winced slightly as Kira slapped her ass, causing waves around him as he was forced deeper between her soft cheeks.

“I warned you,” Kira said, clenching around her prisoner with a giggle, “If I had to drive us you wouldn’t get a choice in where you ride.”

With that she exited his office, the clack of her earth style dress shoes echoing down the hall like a victory march. She swayed her hips from side to side slightly, smiling as she imagined all the “stress relief” she was going to give Adam once they got home.

I’ll make sure you sleep, she thought with a laugh. She looked down at her shoes a moment, idly wondering if she should stick Adam in them for his “nap,” he always seemed to enjoy it…

For Adam the smell of Kira’s sweat and grime was overwhelming, and he fought to escape the two mounds of flesh that seemed determined to draw him in. Kira hadn’t been in the office quite as long as he had, but she was working long hours too, and he wondered how long it had been since she’d showered.

Long enough, he thought, feeling the mix of new and dried sweat coating him. From outside he could hear the sound of a car door opening, then the pressure on his world increased, as Kira sat. He grunted as he was forced ever deeper between her cheeks, closer to her puckered opening.

Kira giggled as she felt him move, “Settle down,” she said in a low voice as she started the vehicle. Her green hands gripped the steering wheel, and she disengaged the auto drive system, eager to guide the transport herself.

Most Zetans couldn’t drive a ground transport, hovering or wheeled. While many Zetans had personal transports like the people of Earth, automatic driving systems had existed for centuries. Manual driving or piloting was only a hobby, something the wealthy did. Standard Zetan vehicles didn’t even carry manual controls, though they’d been added to export models like Adam’s boxy transport. Earth was rapidly heading in the same direction, and younger generations often mocked their elders for their insistence on using a steering wheel. Still, it had a certain nostalgia for Kira, Adam had taught her how to drive when they’d first started dating.

She ground her butt into the seat, no doubt torturing the tiny man in the back of her underwear in a way he’d enjoy. He wasn’t the only one who needed some relaxation before returning to work, and inside her underwear Adam caught another smell, her arousal, beginning to seep into his prison.

…

Smith walked outside, taking a deep breath of the cool mountain air of Zeta Prime. He was at full size, and clean, a brief respite while the princess slept inside the sleek cabin. If you ignored the gleaming lights of the cityscape in the distance, this could almost be the Rockies, back on Earth.

“I’m surprised to see you on your feet,” Liana, princess Tayla’s bodyguard, said, walking around the side of the structure towards him. “Did you manage to wear the princess out?”

“So it would seem,” he said with a small smile. The Zetan was even taller than Tayla was, touching seven feet. She was more muscular too, not bulky exactly but… Smith wasn’t sure how far his martial arts training would take him against her. Suddenly he remembered what Tayla had said about “sending him to her,” and he tensed slightly.

Liana laughed, guessing his thoughts, and waved dismissively, “please relax Smith.” He did so, and she joined him, looking over the expansive mountainside.

Smith decided to use the opportunity to the fullest, “The princess has been mentioning something about me being her… consort? Is that like marriage or-“

“You really should have read up on our culture more before taking this assignment,” Liana said with a smirk. “When I did my rotation on Earth, I certainly researched it, I even attended a baseball game.”

“I served alongside Zetans in the fleet,” Smith said with a shrug, “we also have some reading materials, but it didn’t exactly cover anything like this.”

Liana thought a moment, “You might say the consort arrangement is something like marriage,” she said finally, “though she may from time to time allow other Zetans to partake of you. The exclusive right to a male is a privilege of the royal family you understand.”

“I see,” Smith muttered.

“If you don’t want to do it, you can tell her,” Liana said quietly, “she likes you a lot, but she’ll understand.”

“I like her a lot too,” Smith said thoughtfully, “but… I don’t know, I’m not exactly royalty myself.”

Liana rolled her eyes, “human propriety is odd to me, it seems it comes and goes in the most inconvenient times. Tayla’s grandfather was human, you understand that, yes?”

“Yeah, Lenny something or other right?”

“Leonard Parton,” Liana said sternly, “savior of the royal family. While traditional Zetan names have been preferred thus far, if and when the next male is born of the royal line, he will certainly be titled Leonard the Second.”

“Yeah, that’s the guy,” Smith said, “he was a pet or something for the Empress, right?”

“Yes,” Liana continued, “before the invasion of Earth he worked as a merchant in a food establishment, a large one with many facilities on Earth, a profession I understand is not highly regarded.” She looked up at the stars a moment, “she wasn’t the Empress then, she wasn’t even going to be the empress, she was a princess like Tayla.”

“It’s really coming back to me now,” Smith said, nodding, “the Cephalos, they were coming for Zeta Prime and-“

“Nobody knew anything about what was going on,” Liana said, cutting him off, “we had neighbors once, other civilizations in the stars. We were rivals, our people weren’t as diplomatic as we are now, but it still alarmed us when they winked out one after another in the span of days, then they started coming for our worlds…” She sighed, “Zeta Prime had a few hours warning, we readied mighty fleets, and the Cephalos swept them aside like toys. When the first one made landfall on the palace grounds thousands of soldiers and guards, stars above, the royal family themselves, were driven to suicide.”

She looked at Smith, “the palace had one survivor, princess Anaya, who would go on to become Empress Anaya, and do you know how she survived Smith?”

“She had Lenny- Leonard, with her?” Smith asked.

“No,” Liana said quietly, “she didn’t, and that’s the thing. There were enough humans, shrunken pets of course, on Zeta Prime that the protective effect was quickly realized.” She smirked, “you can imagine that some of those humans quickly abandoned their “masters” to their fate, we did not treat you well…” She sighed, “the princess’s companion? Though he’d been shrunk and stolen from his life on Earth, Anaya and Leonard were firm companions. They say she was chastised often for how well she treated him, he was just a human after all, just a pet… When the palace went mad, he escaped his enclosure, raced through a palace tearing itself apart at a few inches tall, and managed to reach her just as she brought a kitchen knife to her own throat.”

“Damn,” Smith muttered, “I guess I never read up on the details…”

“Yes, it was humans who had been pets and toys who held the line and saved this planet until reinforcements from Earth came,” Liana said quietly, “nobody in the Royal Family will say anything against you if the princess wishes for a human consort, everyone in the palace knows the worth of your species, and the true measure of the act of mercy and forgiveness that this alliance is.” She looked up at the stars, “they say you’re conscious when they make you do it, kill yourself I mean… When they hit civilian targets, they make you do your family...” She swore under her breath.

“We’d never be able to beat them without you though,” Smith said uncertainly, “I mean-“

“Our technology surely helps, as do our fleets, our numbers,” Liana mused, “but without you we are nothing to these creatures, less than nothing… they cut through our mighty empire without a single loss until we fought them together.”

Smith felt an uncommon rage at the thought of the Cephalos taking a planet, but it quickly vanished. He blinked, thinking on his own encounter with the squidlike species… he’d never had the pleasure of killing one, but he remembered how angry the sight of it had made him, like it was an insult to his very being to let it live…

They were quiet a moment, a peculiar Zetan insect with a high trilling call was the only sound filling the mountain air.

“So I guess I could be her consort then,” Smith said finally with a small smile, “it doesn’t sound terrible… how often do you think she’d expect me to uh…” He laughed nervously, “she talked about sending me over to help you relax…”

Liana chuckled, turning and walking slowly over to Smith, standing over him and quirking the corner of her mouth in a smile. She towered over him, the top his head around the bottom of her chin, and he felt her warm breath through his hair as she exhaled.

“I understand humans usually only take one mate a time,” she said, “if this is something you wish for yourself, you should discuss it with the princess, but…” she smirked and leaned in close to his ear, “I wouldn’t be opposed Smith, if you did decide to come help me relax.”

He gulped nervously. Thankfully he was saved from an immediate answer by the sound of the cabin door sliding open with a pneumatic hiss. The two of them turned to see Princess Tayla, bleary eyed and in a white robe.

“Craig?” she called, “where did you go?”

“Here Tayla,” he called, drawing her attention to where he and Liana stood.

She grinned, seeing how close her two bodyguards were standing “Oh… I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?”

“Just discussing history,” Liana said with a smile. “You should get back to sleep Princess.”

“I don’t feel safe in there alone,” she pouted. Smith’s eyes widened as the shrink ray appeared in her hand. “Craig, come back inside with me!” There was a flash, and suddenly he was eye to eye with Liana’s knees. The princess strutted up to him, scooping him up in her arms like he was a wayward teddy bear. He shot Liana a look, but she just smiled and shrugged as the princess snuggled him tight, carrying him back into the cabin.

“Tell me another story about Earth while I fall asleep,” Tayla said, squeezing him as she flopped into bed.

“Uh… well, what kind of story did you have in mind?” he asked, wracking his brain for fairy tales.

“Tell me about that singer, the one with the big hair who keeps getting arrested,” Tayla asked with a giggle.

Smith blinked, “I don’t really follow celebrity gossip too much, but I guess he has some kind of feud with the drummer, money and a woman I guess.”

“Oooh how scandalous!” Tayla squealed, “two males fighting over one female? Earth is so bizarre!”

Smith fought a laugh as he recounted the latest in tabloid coverage as the princess drifted to sleep. As he lay snuggled in her arms, he let himself drift off as well.

…

Jolene sipped a bottle of qet she’d taken from the Zeta Forever compound as she stared out her starship’s lounge viewport. It had a taste like burned marshmallows, without the sweetness, with maybe a hint of cherry in the aftertaste. Jolene rolled it over her tongue, savoring it and wondering why the drink never caught on with humanity. She liked it.

Outside a dead Cephalo ship drifted through space, the tentacles flailing listlessly. It didn’t bear any signs of outward damage, and Jolene reasoned the pilot had to have been killed, likely in the act of boarding a ship.

Odd, she thought, they usually don’t do that until they think everyone’s dead… She frowned, fuck, I hope that squid didn’t scramble the princess before it got fried. She glanced at the wreck again, no, someone had to have survived, otherwise it would be the Zetan ship here, not the squid. The pursuit continued.

“Amra,” she called, turning away from the viewport and walking across the expansive lounge, “did you make contact with the Human Appreciation Society on Alrec yet?”

“Yes Miss Jolene,” the Zetan said, scurrying over to the towering human. She handed a datapad to Jolene, who took it and began looking over the list of contacts. “There are dozens of chapters on Alrec,” Amra explained, “any of them would probably love to meet you, you’re just one of the best humans ever,” she gushed. Jolene raised an eyebrow, and Amra blushed and continued, “I umm… looked for more radical ones, one of them is near a spaceport.”

“Good girl,” Jolene said with a smile, ruffling the Zetans hair. They really are adorable at four feet tall, Jolene thought approvingly. “Now, what’s our cover story?”

“Scouting a distribution location for an Earth corporation,” Amra said eagerly, leaning into Jolene’s hand.

“Hmm… I guess I can’t pretend to be a wayward beggar in a luxury starship like this,” she muttered, looking around. Normally she would just tell Human Appreciation Society chapters a sob story about how she’d been shrunk and trafficked off earth, after that they’d usually give her whatever she wanted. They’d also hide her from whatever “Bad Zetans” were looking for her, usually Zetans who had very good reasons to be looking for her, but that was besides the point.

“Is the chapter you found radical enough that they’d be okay with me shooting up the governor’s palace?” Jolene asked, “I have a sneaking suspicion that’s where this is going to end.”

“Uh, they mostly spray paint pro-human slogans on Zeta Forever offices,” Amra said uncertainly.

Jolene shrugged, “I suppose they’ll do.” She smirked down at Amra, “did you ever think your membership in the Human Appreciation Society would end here? Serving a human like this?”

“No Miss Jolene,” Amra said excitedly, “I’m soooo glad you came to my Earth music listening session, it really changed my life…” she shivered, “It was like a dream, a real live human coming to my house to discuss Earth’s finest achievements!”

“Finest,” Jolene chuckled, remembering the Johnny Cash recordings and the cheap bourbon the Zetan had eagerly offered up, “well, it did net me you, that’s something…” She sighed, “you ever think about doing anything else with your life Amra? I mean you’d do great in the Cultural Department, the others could find better things too, Meana really should be flying a military craft, Tolith built me my own set of power armor from scratch, I don’t know much about it but that’s got to be a skill that can earn you a living, right?”

“I…” Amra gulped, “Jolene,” the human raised an eyebrow, noting the “miss” had been dropped, “I know you think we’re naïve, or… dumb maybe, but we’re not.” She gulped, “y-you take good care of us, and we don’t just love humans, we love the adventures you take us on, the things you do to us, we love you.”

Jolene stared at her a moment, then smiled, “you three are fucking nuts,” she laughed. Do not fucking cry damnit. She released the Zetans chin, “We’re retiring after this job,” she said quietly, “Someplace nice, maybe you can teach the other two to talk to me without calling me Miss.”

“We just really like it Miss Jolene,” Amra insisted.

Jolene rolled her eyes, then reached for her wrist computer, “Tolith, get in here, I feel like having some fun.”

There was a patter of feet as the male Zetan practically sprinted through the ship, clattering up a set of stairs from the ship’s bay and stumbling into the lounge, panting.

There was a quick squawk from Jolene’s wrist mounted computer, “Uh, Miss Jolene, could I come down too?” Meana asked from the ship’s cockpit.

Jolene chuckled, “No, you said you needed to guide us around that Cephalo wreck, so you stay up there until the autopilot can engage.”

“But Miss Jolene-“

“Meana,” Jolene warned, “don’t make me put you in the punishment jar.” The punishment jar was a simple glass jar with air holes poked into it, into which she’d deposit a shrunken Zetan and one of her dirty socks. She was pretty sure they enjoyed it, but they still tried to avoid earning time in it.

“Yes Miss Jolene,” Meana pouted, the line going quiet.

“Now then,” Jolene said, turning to her two four-foot tall Zetans, “follow me to my bedroom.”

…

Jolene lay on her opulent bed, the center of a massive bedchamber with a grand view of the stars which had once belong to the crime lord who’d owned the ship. Her two Zetan playthings lay at the end, naked looking at her and each other eagerly, expectantly.

“I see Tolith is ready to go,” she mused with a grin. The green skinned elfin man was erect, standing at attention amid smooth green skin. She’d ordered all three of them to shave themselves below the belt on a whim a few days prior, a favor she didn’t return as evidenced by the curly black patch of hair she ran her fingers through. It made her feel powerful to occasionally order them to do things like that, change their hairstyles, their wardrobes, it had originally been such a whim that had seen them all reduced to four feet high, letting the relatively short human woman tower over them.

She lifted her silver shrink ray in her hand, and their eyes went wide with excitement. Jolene briefly debated, jokingly shifting between the two of them and amping up their anticipation. Finally, she decided on Tolith, and the male Zetan looked up in shock as the beam arced towards him, quickly reducing him to three inches tall, squinting on the floor as his eyes adjusted.

“Bring him here,” Jolene said, gesturing at Amra. The other Zetan nervously bent over and picked up the shrunken male, climbing over the bed towards Jolene with Tolith in hand. Jolene spread her fingers, opening her womanhood, dripping wet and waiting, “Put him in!” she ordered with a devious grin.

“Yes Miss Jolene,” the diminutive Zetan woman said. Tolith’s squirming form was brought up to her, and Jolene sighed in pleasure as she felt his shrunken body slip past her lips. Amra bit her lip, pushing her fellow Zetan as far inside as she could. She looked up Jolene for approval, but she was met by the human woman’s large hand on the back of her head.

“Down girl,” Jolene laughed, forcing Amra’s mouth towards her clit. A moment later she sighed in pleasure as Amra’s tongue went to work. She put her hands behind her head, trusting Amra to know what she was doing. She was rewarded as the diminished Zetan continued to eat her out, causing her back to arc and a groan to escape her lips as bliss radiated out of her.

“That’s it,” Jolene moaned, “show me you’re a good Zetan Amra.” Her thighs pressed around Amra, who squealed as it became harder to breathe. For Tolith it was like being in the epicenter of an earthquake, the movements of the larger Zetan’s tongue, and he was limply thrown about by the convulsions of Jolene’s pussy, powerless as his own movements only made the storm rise in intensity.

Amra made lustful sounds between Jolene’s legs, and she reached down again, gripping the Zetan’s green hair and forcing her roughly in, “Come on Amra,” she taunted, “Tolith is in trouble! Don’t you want to save him?” She laughed as she felt Amra’s tongue go lower, diving into her slit and seeming to search for the other Zetan.

“It’s funny,” Jolene moaned, gripping Amra’s hair tightly and causing her to squeal, “You all have to share and fight over Zetan boys, but I have my own, and this is what I do with him!” she laughed, “Tolith could have fifty Zetans, or be one Earth girl’s bitch, I guess human women are just better, right?” There was a muffled moan of agreement as Amra kept working.

Jolene felt her pleasure building to its climax, and Amra’s tongue and Tolith’s movements quickly brought her to the edge. She shouted a swear, pushing the Zetan woman’s face against her and grinding her hips into her face, deep inside her she felt the shrunken male Zetan fight against her womanhood as it clenched around him like a vice. She gritted her teeth, letting her cum wash over Amra’s face, leaving it glistening and wet as she pulled away.

Jolene frowned, then panicked, “where’s Tolith!?” she asked suddenly. She didn’t feel him, he wasn’t inside her-

Amra giggled, then opened her mouth, revealing the shrunken Zetan on her tongue, looking out at Jolene in a daze. She collapsed back onto her pillow with a laugh and a sigh. Then elbowed herself back up again. Amra had spat Tolith into her palm, and the two were looking at her eagerly.

“Good Zetans,” she said in a patronizing tone she knew they loved. She stepped off the bed and stretched, admiring the glistening wet face and soaked form of her two conquests. She frowned as she saw Tolith still had an erection, “Didn’t get off in there?” she asked.

“N-No miss Jolene,” Tolith managed, huddling in Amra’s palm as the cold started to hit him.

Jolene shrugged, then reached to the nightstand for her shrink ray. She blasted Amra before the Zetan could react, and a moment later she had two three-inch tall Zetans laying on her bed, looking up at her gigantic form, stunned.

“Amra, Tolith,” she said, pointing to each in turn, “fuck, now.”

The two didn’t need to be told twice, after the time spent pleasuring their now gigantic human mistress the Zetans practically leapt at each other. Jolene peered down at the tiny couple, now moaning in passion and pleasure as Tolith mounted Amra, pumping away. She watched a moment, then reached down for her panties, discarded on the floor. Without warning them, she dropped her underwear on the pair, listening to their squeals of surprise as it enveloped them like a falling parachute.

She smirked one final time, watching the two lumps in her underwear find each other and resume their union, then stood up to go retrieve herself something to drink.

There was a beep on her wrist computer, and she frowned, “Miss Jolene,” Meana’s eager voice echoed, “I’ve piloted us through the debris field, we can go back into hyperspace and the autopilot can take over…”

Jolene laughed and rolled her eyes, “okay Meana, my bedroom, five minutes.” She stood naked and sighed again, you three are really lucky I was the first human you ran into, she thought with a smirk. She heard the eager footsteps of Meana out in the hall and felt herself growing wet again…