“Please, alpha,” I say, chagrined, “Put me down. I would prefer to walk.”
She gazes down at me, eyes narrowed. She stops and drops my legs, but holds my waist protectively. Inken steps to me and holds out my glasses. She observes me carefully as I put them on while attempting to hold the blanket tight around me. Alpha Azane makes a contemplative noise, her textured horns tilted as she watches me.
“Thank you. I didn’t mean to cause offense.”
Azane nods, silent.
“This,” the one named Inken says, her voice also flowing, “is beta Zilas. Soweare your pack, little omega.”
I’d bristle at the ‘little’ comment, but they are all indeed taller than me. Just a knee-jerk reaction to a lifetime of masculine grooming, being told that boys don’t cry, being small is to be weak, et cetera et cetera.
“Great, uh... it’s nice to meet you,” I fumble for something to say as I hold my hand out to shake theirs.
Azane looks down at my hand, clearlyconfused.
I smile, and her face softens as she sees it. I explain, “It’s a human thing. We shake hands when we meet.”
A tiny smile plays at her blue lips, and she raises her hand, wraps it over mine and... jiggles it.
I bite my lip, trying desperately not to laugh as the other two members ofmy packdo the same to my hand.
“Come then, little one,” Azane quietly commands, her hand going to my back. Her touch is warm and comforting, and I find myself leaning into her body. She smells wonderful.
It’s not until the hallway widens into a... waiting room type area that I am again reminded that I’m totally nude under this blanket.
I turn my body towards Azane as the orange-skinned man with four arms stands behind the desk. I hear Inken chuckle quietly.
“Well met, omega Tristan!” His voice is soft and pleasant. He wears simple brown pants and naught else. “My name is Fohux and I am also an off-planet omega.” He holds out something about the size of a memory card. “My chip. In case you need it.” He smiles, his teeth a disturbing black.
“Great,” I smile, “Thanks!” I’m worried that my voice is stilted.
Azane, almost as if noticing my mood, turns me towards the door even as Inken takes the chip from the man.
“Easy, wedari, this must be a lot for you,” she quietly says as she leads me outside.
An odd, oval-shaped vehicle hovers near the door. Azane presses her hand to it, and a door swings open. “After you, omega,” she quietly directs.
I slip inside, sitting and rearranging my blanket so I’m not waving my dick about. Only then do I look out the upper part of the vehicle, which is all a darkened but clear material. As Azane and Inken settle on either side of me, Zilas types something into a small screen near the front of the driverless vehicle. It moves smoothly, gliding over a thin strip.
To either side of us is what is clearly a city. However, there are no towering high-rises, and the buildings seem to mostly have flat roofs, covered in a variety of blue-leafed plants.Living roofs, very cool.
It’s at that point that I notice that the grass-like plants growing along the ‘road’ are also blue.I wonder if that has to do with the fact that the sunlight here is a shade of orange?
I look again, glancing at the horizon and the mountains in the distance. Not ‘kind of’ orange. Rich orange, and pink, almost. The light colors the clouds, and it reminds me of sunrises at my Grandpa’s camp.
We slide to a smooth stop in front of a one-story building, and I see several aliens, looking similar to my aliens, lounging on the rooftop among the plants.
“I’ll be right back,” alpha Inken states. Her tone does not invite questions.
I watch the aliens on the roof. One is fully nude as she picks what look like berries. Another reads a book, a pair of heavy glasses on his nose as he reclines in a chair. The last is staring at what appears to be a cell phone.Huh. So that’s universal, I guess.
Inken’s tall body slips back into the vehicle, her cute wolf-cut-like gray hair in her face. She’s holding a medium-sized box, which she tucks away as the car resumeswithout a sound. And with no obvious instruction from any of them, we’re back over the pink strip, floating along smoothly.
Aliens walk here and there, some nude, some not. Some winged, or with extra limbs, or tails. My eyes flick inside the vehicle, landing on the tails of my pack. They are thick at the base, tapering to a smooth end. They seem to be capable of very fine motor movements.
My mind takes a detour directly to the gutter, and my cheeks heat as the daydream gets more and more explicit. When my dick begins to harden, I cough and realize I’ve been in my mind for quite awhile. I try to focus on unsexy thoughts to keep my cock under control.
I shouldn’t be embarrassed. They got me cuz they want to fuck me, right?
