Test subject 731-Q

As quickly as the rage entered my body, it leaves. The shakes and tremors aren’t extreme, but I definitely need to sit back down as the hormones that raced through my body dissipate.

Thankfully, they bring her, the little female, in before I fall on my own ass. But as her eyes roll back in her head, I jump to grab her before she completely collapses.

Damn. What in the stars did I think I would gain from getting her? What am I supposed to do with a female in my cage?

It’s not like I’m one of their breeding projects. What were they thinking?

She’s soft. And the smell that so enflamed my senses just minutes ago fills my nose with hints of that same muskiness. From the dirt and grime that’s been building up on her body, I doubt they’ve bathed her in days.

Naked as the day she was born.

I can’t let her stay dirty like this, and yet where is there a bathing pod? Certainly not around here.

Letting out a long sigh, I lift her up into my arms. Carrying her like a child, I move us over to the one corner they allow me to use without molestation. Sitting back into the corner of the cell, I pull a blanket around us both.

Damn.

Slowly, I move the hair from her face and look down at her delicate features. Such looks are not found in my race. We do not have the small chins with large eyes, nor the finely defined neck and shoulders.

Letting out my tongue, I do the one thing my race only does for someone very close to us. I let my tongue be the cleaning instrument as I lap the dirt off her face. She’s been through a lot, I can taste it. There’s sweat, and dirt of course, but from her pores I can taste the after-effects of many sedation drugs.

The Gararl across from us is raging as he watches me clean what was surely his prize. To the black abyss with him. I have her, if he wants her back he can come to me and try it.

Smirking at him, I begin to lick her hair as I groom her. Even if I didn’t have these cravings to keep her as my own, I would enjoy the rage that he exhibits at losing his toy.

Her hair is matted in spots and it’s this that I take my time on. I doubt showing this amount of emotion for the bugs is going to bring any kind of good, but I can’t help it. Removing so much of the dirt and oils brings out her natural scent and it fills me with the nourishment I have been unknowingly craving.

I can feel my body loosening up from the tension that has been there all along.

Damnable stars, this is not what I want.

I am an outcast from a society who I’m already dead to. What can I bring this female even if I… Damn!

The course was set before the stars long before I came to them. I have no choice but to follow it.

Deciding to let the stars do as they will, I let my mind blank out as I continue to groom her.

My hands slide first down across her shoulders and arms, then down to her hips. They are narrow, unlike the wide set women of my race whose body closely match my own. She is soft and curved where they are not. Her chest, though I do not touch, looks soft and supple. The women of my race have muscular ones.

Her stomach has just the faintest hint of softness to it, and I marvel as I run my hands over it. Her hip bones have an indentation next to them and my tongue almost aches at the thought of licking there in a very non-grooming like way.

Shaking my head slightly at the thoughts, I look to the noise coming from across the cell and to the hallway.

There, the Gararl raises his short-armed fists into the air in triumph as a small, blue-skinned Paxzy gets shoved into his cage.

Damn. Maybe I should have tried for two girls. A Paxzy to a bastard like the Gararl is like a drug.

He’s going to destroy that one.

Cradling my small female in my arms, I place my hands over her ears as the screams start.

The blue-skinned girl is slammed into the glass.

Glaring at me, the Gararl doesn’t go easy on her, and I can feel my incisors extending down out of my mouth. Flashing him a cruel smile, I swear a small oath to myself that I will destroy his very essence if I ever get the chance.

Thankfully, the screams are over as quickly as they started.

I can’t fathom what the Crima bugs have in store for my little female and me. It’s not as if I have been the perfect specimen for them. Maybe my compliance is what they want. I don’t know.

But if they try to take her from me now, I’ll use their bodies to paint the glass.

Her scent, it pulls at my chest. It makes me ache in my heart. In my soul, perhaps.

But should I have a soul when my own race removed me from the books of life?

Was it my fault I pulled away from tradition to forge a new path? Should I have accepted the blind following of their supreme leaders, the Crima? Was not taking a new path to our own freedom the course of the stars?

Perhaps this is the course now. This little one seems to be a part of what I was destined for.

Looking down now at the female in my arms, I see her big bright eyes opening up to look at me.

My tongue is hanging halfway out as I was preparing to resume my grooming.

Well, damn.