Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
The food court was one thing. When you’re hungry, nobody cares that someone else is in their underwear. This is a busy station, and there’s all kinds of weirdness here.
But trying to get on a freighter in this state of undress seems, well, a stretch.
The alien at the gangplank is holding a tablet. He glances up at the pair of us with what I can only describe as mild interest.
“Name, sir?”
“Caducaeus Caliperhorn Stendate,” Freak says. “And my human pet, Mixie.”
“Mara,” I say. He guessed my name pretty close to accurate, though. Must be one of those Psyon things.
The correction goes nowhere. Nobody pays any attention to me. I might as well be a bird chirping.
It has been a long time since I’ve had interactions with aliens like this. My father used to take me out and about sometimes, and I got to see all kinds of interesting alien beings. He’d ensure I never had direct contact with most of them, but I got to look and be curious. Most of the people from our colony never leave it, so it was very exciting for me. I used to dream of a time I would wander the stars as he did.
It’s not going like I thought it would.
The man with the register makes a big show of looking at the list. I am tense, waiting to see what happens when we are inevitably not on there.
“Here you are, sir,” he says. “Berth 1223-V.”
“Thank you,” Freak says.
“How did you do that?” I whisper the question as we board.
“Magic,” he winks.
It’s not magic though, it’s something else. He had a peculiar effect on that man, and I think he already has an odd effect on me too, for that matter. I am almost willingly getting on a freighter and leaving all my things behind on this shuttle with barely a word of dissent.
I told him I’m not going to be his pet, but I’m not screaming and kicking and fighting him. He’s not even carrying me right now. I’m just with him.
Once on board, we follow the signs to the berth the alien with the tablet indicated we should go to. It’s a surprisingly nice room. There’s a big bed, and an area to sit and to dine. It’s civilized. It’s far nicer than anything I’ve ever stayed in, and anything I’ve ever seen, for that matter. The colony I come from isn’t known for luxuries.
How did he know about this room? There’s no way he could have. From the beginning he said he thought he saw this ship loading. That means he didn’t prepare a berth. He’s an escaped experiment.
But that alien didn’t question a thing about him. Even though he’s doing the alien equivalent of walking around in his sleeping bag.
The pet line worked so well too. People look at me, and look at him, and assume he owns me. I guess that’s actually the least mysterious part of the whole mystery. Why wouldn’t they? He is big and blue and covered in spikes and claws and I am a soft little human trotting about by his side.
“Aren’t you worried the people actually assigned to this berth are going to show up and ask us who we are?”
“That won’t happen,” he smirks.
“Okay. Tell me. How did you do that?”
Instead of answering me, he shuts the door to the room, grips me by the back of the neck, and smacks my butt hard enough to make me yowl. His hand is large enough to make contact with both cheeks at once, so the sting and heat swims across the entire seat of my rear.
“What was that for?” I whine the question while gripping my rear with both hands.
“Just making sure it worked,” he smiles. “I’m going to need to be able to discipline you, aren’t I?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my pet, and I can already tell you’re going to be feisty.”
“I’ll fucking tell you what else you should be able to tell, you big, blue…”
I stop swearing at him as he reaches for me, slides my hands away from my ass, and rubs my cheeks to soothe some of the sting out of them.
“Settle,” he says. “I know captivity isn’t easy, and I know you won’t adapt to it quickly, but I want you to feel that I am capable of keeping you well disciplined, pet.”
Now I am starting to freak out. The haze or whatever it was that brought me calmly onto the ship is fading, broken by that hard slap that jolted me to my senses.
“I’m gonna go,” I say. “I’m not a pet. I’m a person, and…”
He picks me up and presses me against the ship wall. He presses his leg in between mine, and uses the fulcrum of my crotch to keep me in position. I draw in a deep breath, somewhat shocked and very excited by this physical turn of events. My pussy presses right against the hard ridge of his thigh and I feel my clit tingling in response.