Their Human Pet Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“Unicorns are heavy grazers. They can strip an entire ecosystem in a matter of days sometimes. Their numbers have to be kept down.”

“And then there’s the virgins.”

“Virgins?”

“Oh, yeah. The virgins are spreading like wildfire.”

“Hello, human.” Someone addresses me directly, and I am mentally dragged away from the conversation I am overhearing.

“Excuse me?”

A fuzzy yellow creature with a big smile and big round eyes set in a smooth, almost plastic seeming face fringed by fuzz approaches me in the shadows. There’s something unsettling about the alien, who I think is male, though with aliens those terms often don’t apply—except when it comes to the ones interested in and drawn to human females.

“You’re human,” he says in slow, clear galactic.

I’m so relieved to have someone speak to me intelligibly I almost don’t think about how dangerous it is to be recognized. Besides, he doesn’t really look all that dangerous. He’s not wearing clothes so much as he is completely covered in a soft yellow down that makes him look a little like a children’s toy turned into real life.

“No,” I say. “I just play one.”

I lie reflexively at this point. My job has trained me to always keep something secret. Being known is dangerous. If I’d had the sense to maintain a secret home base, then I wouldn’t have almost gotten shot in my own lounge, for instance. My life so far has been a series of events teaching me to keep others at a mental and emotional distance. I’m not going to forget this because the creature I’m talking to looks like a popular Earth toy.

“Oh,” the alien says. “That’s smart. Really smart. You look so real.”

“Thanks,” I say in my own tongue. “I’m actually a six-foot razor beast stuffed into a human suit.”

The joke ruins it. Damnit. I got cocky. I know the second the creature tips its head to the side just enough to indicate disbelief. Apparently some gestures are pretty much universal. The you’re full of it one certainly seems to be.

“You speak a human dialect without an accent.”

“I’m smart,” I say, directly after doing the most stupid thing possible. To be fair, I did not expect him to be able to understand human anything. We’re a small species in the grand scheme of things. There are only three billion of us total after the events that required the floating cities to be built. Most aliens will never encounter a human in their lives, or even believe that one exists.

The alien smiles at me. “I think you’re human, and I think you’re going to need help to get off this station without being turned into someone’s slave.”

“Is that right?”

I’m feeling the tingles of discomfort that often come before something very bad happening. This thing has my number and I would bet good money he plans the creature turning me into a slave will be him. Can’t let it happen. Won’t let it happen.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“No, thank you, I drank earlier,” I say.

He smiles at me and looks me up and down. “You should let me buy you a drink. You never know what could happen to you if you don’t have the protection of a good male.”

Oh, god. I’ve traveled lightyears to another galaxy and the very first thing I’ve done is run into a self-proclaimed nice guy.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

I don’t want to shoot this guy in the bar. That’s going to draw attention, obviously. So instead, I turn and I walk away. Or I at least try to. Before I can get a step in, the creature grabs me with a hand that emerges from his fluffy yellow exterior. When I look down, I am being held by a bony, gnarled, surprisingly large appendage with six fingers and a thumb on each side. When I look back up again, the friendly mouth has parted to reveal a maw of razor-sharp teeth that would make any shark or crocodile feel inadequate. I am instantly terrified with the kind of old fear that comes from the rear of the brain, from a time when humans did not inhabit floating cities, but dwelled in caves and had to contend with unknown predators emerging from the dark.

I freeze.

I couldn’t pull my weapon if I wanted to. In the face of true malevolence and predatory hunger, I find myself helpless in a way I’ve never been before. The last higher functioning part of my brain is screaming at me to run, to fight, to do anything, but those old animal regions are exerting full control, telling me that if I stay completely still I might be spared consumption.

“Unhand the lady.”

A shadow falls over the both of us. I can’t see this new alien, because I am still transfixed by the furry bastard.

“She’s mine,” the creature says. “I bought her from the shipment. So you can mind your own business and get back to your friends.”


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