From the periphery of my vision, I spot an equally nude woman quickly moving to the front of my chamber. She dashes in withjust enough time to help ease my sudden fall before my lungs are on fire.
The woman rubs her eyes once the gas is vented out and looks around. Her eyes are runny red, though oddly modified so they are fully light blue.
Dammit. Mine are probably the same. She smiles at me despite the maelstrom of emotions I see warring on her features.
She has the prettiest smile I've seen in a while. Then again, all I've had to see for the past who knows how long have been robots, so my two cents on the matter might not really hold much water.
I fucking hate it when people mix metaphors and have to suppress a growl at myself.
There's also the fact that my vision is still blurry from the noxious gas. Multiple blinks later and I can finally see the details of the woman in front of me.
She's a little over five feet tall, with shimmering indigo hair and aquamarine eyes, vaguely Asian features mixed with white, and a slender build.
I retract my earlier disclaimer. The woman is a beauty through and through.
She reaches forward and touches my arm. "I know you're scared. We were abducted. Those are the ones who took us."
My eyes sharpen just in time to turn to the three disgusting beings watching us interact like a trio of goo-covered voyeurs. I immediately shiver at the mental image, then subsequently frown at the warm sensation between my legs.
It brings up vague, chopped up memories. What the fuck did those blobs do to me?
My go-to instinct is rage.
If I wasn't hacking just to catch my breath and if there wasn't a glass wall between us, I could probably take out at least a couple of the gooey fuckers before they subdued me again, naked or not.
Keep it together, hotshot, I warn myself.
I turn my attention away from the slimes back to the smaller woman, and despite my annoyance, I can't help but look at her peculiarly colored hair and eyes.
Luckily, I stop myself from blurting out my thoughts, because even I know better than to tell a kidnapped woman how pretty her captors made her look.
The woman shifts her weight under my scrutiny, and I blink slowly, realizing I've been staring.
"They did that to you?" I offer, in the way of drawing out this conversation.
She nods, figuring out I'm talking about her eyes and hair. "Yours are pale pink."
I scoff on pure instinct at the fucked-up pronouncement before looking down to the sight of soft coral waves tangled up with my naked body.
What the fuck? We've been so excited at the idea of UFOs we didn't stop to think of the possibility of them being intergalactic pervs who turned women into sex Barbies.
They picked the absolute worst color and the absolute worst length.
"Couldn't even get the texture right."
The woman blinks dimly, and I guess she's realizing that I might be just as unhinged as the space mucus keeping watch over us.
"I'd share my name, but they punish us when I try. I've just been calling you Coral and myself Indigo."
"Fuck that, my name's Kira."
The woman cringes, and I resist the urge to chuckle like a maniac. Getting my squad into trouble is a famous pastime of mine...
Was... was a famous pastime of mine.
I squash that thought before it spirals out of my control. A subtle glance to the side tells me the slimes seem to be ignoring us.
The woman continues. "I'm Ree. It's a relief to not think of you as a color anymore."
