Among the Stars (BoyxBoyxBoy)

Chapter 14

I woke the following morning to the sun searing my eyes from the wide window. 

"Fuck, do these people have curtains?" I groaned to myself. 

"That's a thing you have to earn," I jumped at the sound of Diane's voice where she sat in an armchair beside the bed.  

She pushed down the magazine she was holding that had a picture of a naked girl with a collar on the front, the leaves on her skin glistening in the light. Her gold skin gleamed in the light and made her even more beautiful than before. 

"I have to earn curtains? Are you kidding?" I asked, incredulous at this strange world. 

"You are a pet, so you need to quit thinking like a human. Human needs are not your needs. Qtr are very sociable creatures that enjoy being brought to submission, in case you didn't know. Your instincts will help you make an excellent pet as long as you don't rebel," she said, lifting the blanket off my body. I was laying on my side with my leg propped up, but when she moved the covers back, I shifted my leg to be parallel with my other one but stopped when pain shot up my spine. 

"Ah," I groaned, moving my leg back up, despite being ashamed of my nakedness.

"You'll feel better once you get a warm bath," she said, turning me on my back and lifting me up. 

I winced at the largest ring pressing against my prostate, and the point in my cervix. 

"Can we take this out?" I asked, knowing that Diane knew what I was talking about. 

"We are going to switch it out," she replied casually.

"With something smaller...?" I drawled out as we reached the bathroom, the pouring of the waterfall reaching the bath. 

"Sort of. From the way your cock occasionally twitches, I'm going to say that you need something smaller wide wise, but the length is going to be the same size. It reaches your cervix, without pushing too hard, so ten inch-units should be considered," Diane said, setting me down in the bath and grabbing the shampoo that was sitting on the edge of the bath. 

I didn't want to think about the length, but at least the rings would be gone, thank god. 

"Where does the water for the waterfall come from?" I asked, tilting my head back while Diane sat on my block and massaged the shampoo into my hair. 

"The royal garden has a river that filters it into the palace through underground pipes," she said, entirely intent on washing my hair. She told me to duck under the water and then started on the conditioner.

Her gentle fingers combed through my hair and I dropped my head to my chest, enjoying the feel of being pampered. 

"Are you having fun there?" she laughed, digging her hands in deeper.

"Yeah," I droned, eyes closed. 

She washed the conditioner from my hair and started on my body. Her fingers rubbed all across my chest, brushing harder against my nipples. 

I hissed, slightly turning. "You did that on purpose," I pushed through my teeth. 

"How would you feel about having these pierced?" she asked, brushing them more lightly. I recalled what Caelum said about them suggesting this, but about my penis instead. 

"It's a no. To both," I said, huffing an exasperated breath. 

"To both?" she asked, pausing in lifting and rubbing my leg. 

"Oh-um, I just meant, like, both nipples," Nice save Asher. 

"Mmmm," she hummed, continuing washing me. 

I was reminded of the rain the night before this strange apocalypse happened when my leg splashed back done. It's strange how quickly things happen, especially without my knowing. 

Diane reached under my body, and grasped my tail, rubbing the soft soap over it. 

"Diane, how long has it been since I was taken from Earth?" I asked, curious from the blanks in my timeline. I felt my tail twitch at her jerks and had to control my arousal at the sensitivity the action brought. 

"One, you're technically not supposed to be calling me by my name, and two, eight weeks," she said, now getting up to retrieve a towel. 

"Eight weeks? There's no way, maybe four, but not eight," I said, splashing the water with my sharp movements. 

"No, it has definitely been eight," she said, motioning for me to stand up. She wrapped the towel around me and picked me up. 

I wrapped both my arms around her neck and molded into her body. 

"That's not possible. I spent two weeks maybe at the hospital place and then a day here," I said, staring right into her green eyes and gold face. 

"You spent a total of eight weeks at the Assimilation Processing Center, two in your solitary confinement cell and six in the synthesis," now in the bedroom, she laid me on the magically made bed and dried off my body, lingering at the sensitive places. 

"What's synthesis?" I asked, laying completely still. 

"It was the glass container you laid in. Do you remember the choppy liquid that covered you?" she continued at my nod. "That was the synthesis process to determine your capabilities pertaining to powerful aliens." 

I thought about the weird liquid and how I thought I was going to die. Do these aliens realize the trauma they put people through? She moved to the cabinet opposite the bed and opened a couple of drawers and came back to me, now bearing clothes, very skimpy clothes,  and a small hairbrush. 

"Wait just a second. Show me those clothes," I said, sitting up. 

Diane raised a brow at my demand, but held the clothes up for me to see. It was pants. 

Just pants. 

"I would appreciate it if you could provide a shirt, also," I imagined myself with my chest bare and cringed. I did not have the type of body that could be naked like that. 

"No," she put simply before she lifted me to my feet. At my wince of discomfort at the thing lodged up my ass, she appeared to remember something and went to grab something out of a drawer, but not before she shoved me onto the bed. 

"Here you go, pet. I almost forgot to switch it," she said, coming back and turning me on my stomach. "We would have had ourselves quite a predicament if we were to put on your clothes before switching out your plug."

My body tensed at her miraculously gloved fingers finding the base of the dildo and began a slow pull that had me holding my breath. 

I groaned at each ring that stretched my body and sighed a breath of release when it finally came out with a soft pop. 

"Does that feel better?" Diane asked, replacing the dildo with her finger. 

"It would if you would get your finger out of my ass," I murmured against the blanket. 

Diane swatted my thigh with her other hand, "Watch your manners."

Watch my manners my ass. I won't be doing anything these warbands whatnots wanted me to do. 

"If you behave, you get breakfast," Diane reminded me. 

Okay, maybe I lied. For a little food, I can find a little obedience in me somewhere. 

A/N:

I have two (including this chapter) complete random drafts for this book, so I might as well post them.