Meanwhile, the two men are having the equivalent of a slap fight at the ends of their respective leashes.
“What is with the clothing?” I mutter the question.
“Some aliens mix and match from old Earth styles,” Sharp explains.
“If you ever try to dress me up like that…”
“We never would, pet,” Kronos says. “The kind of aliens who keep male humans are… well… not the sort of entities who make good choices, generally speaking.”
“I’m gonna fucking rip your nuts off!”
The fight continues at high volume, but remarkably little damage is done.
“This is why keeping male humans is miserable,” Kronos says to Sharp.
“I never wanted a human male,” Sharp says.
“Why would a man be here?” I ask the question.
“Some males are necessary so their seed can be harvested to impregnate human females. It’s very rare that any owner keeps a male and female human together,” Kronos explains. “Males tend to take out their aggression on the smaller and more agreeable females. There are illegal fighting rings in some places that channel male aggression for profit, but they are cruel.”
“I’m not an agreeable female,” I say.
“You are very agreeable,” Boss disagrees, ruffling my hair a little. “You know all too well.”
“I’m not. I’m a terrible creature,” I say.
“Girl!”
The males have caught sight of me. They forget about their little slap fight and turn to me with wide eyes.
“Hey, sexy!” balding guy yells in my direction.
“Wanna ride?” trucker cap shrieks, making a suggestive motion with his hips.
“Get those men muzzled,” Kronos growls at his owner. “If your boys say so much as another word to my pet, you’ll have two human hams at the end of those leashes and nothing else.”
Sharp and Boss are backing him up too, silently coming up to stand in a small but massively muscular group around me. An intimidating oxymoron in motion.
“Come on, Steve,” the alien says. “Time to go home, boy.”
“But she’s pretty, and she’s fuckable,” he says. “Look at that pretty face!”
“Steve! Enough!”
Steve is dragged away, as is Lyle, and my mates take me into the vet clinic, where a very nice lady with very sharp teeth behind the counter gives me a piece of chocolate and tells them how cute I am.
“What a cute little human female,” she says. “She looks very healthy. That hair. Those eyes. I love it when they have slightly differently colored eyes.”
I have brown hair and more or less brown-colored eyes. I guess there’s a patch of green in the left one, but most people can’t see that unless they’re up real close. I guess some aliens can see better than some humans. If my memory serves me well, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, aliens have all kinds of specialabilities compared to humans. Depending on the species, they have better sight, hearing, speed, strength, reasoning…
“This must be your pet,” the vet says.
The vet is a big alien who looks like a walking dragon. Sort of like Sharp, but broader and with even more scales and horns. His entire face is covered in sharp scales of red and gold, and when he speaks, he does so in a deep and authoritative voice.
“Wow,” I say. “What are you?”
“I’m the vet,” he says.
