Weeks had gone by and it seemed Anita just couldn't stop her filthy thoughts about Kartok. Every time he saw him, it made her yearn for his touch again. What she didn't know is that Kartok had been feeling the same. For days he put her to work so he didn't have to see her often, thinking he would just stop thinking about it. But it only made him miss her curious eyes and sickly sweet voice, and those rare times when she called him master...
The night he left, he actually had to leave the planet after locking the home down and traveling to a planet where most other species would go and... relieve the stress so to speak. He bought a female humanoid and mounted her quickly while thinking of Anita.
He did this almost every other night until he couldn't with anyone without feeling a sickness in him. He felt both guilty and dishonorable for his thoughts but he still couldn't stop them.
The night he returned home after a heavy drink at the local drinking pub, he walked in to find her shining his armor. He stood at the door as she shined his shoulder plates, the delicate thin fingers working the cloth into the creases with such detail, her cool eyes calculating and calm. She was humming softly to herself, a smooth quiet lullaby while moving onto his spear. He gulped as he watched her run her hand up and down the long shaft of the weapon, slicking it up shiny until wiping it down and setting it aside. His loins stirred at the sight. He growled to himself and shook his hazy head. Anita heard the growl and turned seeing him standing by the doorway.
"Your hom-"
"Don't..." He growls, walking swiftly past her and to his study where he sat down in a large metal desk, writing something down on a small paper and waking back to her.
"Go shopping. Here are the coins and supplies. I must go see my father." He says and walked back out the door. Anita watched him go in confusion. Had she done something wrong... or was he feeling the same way she was?
"Okay... crabby..." she mumbles to herself, then blinked and giggled a little at what she said and went to the market.
While walking through the market with her basket and list, she kept her head down. Many yautja were out and about today, gathering foods and supplies for their so called mating solstice. She didn't even know that was a thing but she asked Sam about why Brukos had so much food at the house. She explained that he was getting ready to feed his mate and provide for her when she becomes pregnant.
As Anita walked through the village, she saw the feet of many yautja and heard their conversations, though she don't dare listen in or snoop. It would probably mean her head.
When she finally reached the vendor, the male from before greeted her with a smile.
"Ah the curious female. What can I do for Kartok today?" He asks.
"He gave me a list of things I needed to pick up." She replies handing him the list.
"Ah, I'll get right on that." He says waving her off and taking the basket, collecting foods and materials for Kartok. Anita looked at the scarves and soft bottom clothing she had no idea what were called.
All the while, she was being watched by Surgos, an evil smirk spreading across his mandibles while his allies watched on.
"It is a shame Kartok picked her. She is a fetching creature, looks strong too. Could be used for labor." One says.
"If I would have her, I would not use her for labor." He growls.
"You would defile the ooman? But that is a sin."
"You could be marked as a bad blood." Another replies.
"Trust me fellows, when I take that female, it will be willingly." He snarls before walking away taking one last look at Anita before disappearing.
Anita hairs on her neck stood up but she dare not look around for fear she would get in trouble.
"Anita!" She heard. Sam raced towards her and jumped onto her back with a hug, causing Anita to laugh and hug her arms.
"Hey Sam."
"Where's crab face shouldn't he be with you?"
"He said he had to go talk to his father and left me some chores."
"Cool, mine is stuck on me like a fucking mother hen." Sam says seeing Brukos, who was indeed staring dead at the back of Sam's head.
"Well at least he talks to you. Kartok and I haven't spoken to each other in days and even when we did, it was 2 syllable remarks and nods."
"Did you do something?"
"I don't think so but I have no idea..."
"Well I would worry to much about it. Yours seems a lot less crabby then mine." Sam replies. The girls burst into a fit of giggles and Brukos crosses his arms, muttering about no respect.
As the two talked, the vendor merchant gave Anita the basket and she gave him the coins before she began walking with Sam and Brukos.
"Have you talked to Trish lately?"
"Yeah, turns out she's pregnant."
"Wow, that was fast."
"I know, guess she's pretty popular in there."
The two laugh as Brukos walked ahead of them but stopped and bowed deeply. The two were perplexed, seeing all the rest of the yautja had begun to now too, all in their knees and fists to their chest and heads down.
"Jeez, the pope here or something?" Sam mumbles quietly. Then Brukos nudges her and the two join him to the ground.
"Keep your heads down and whatever you do, do not look up." Brukos says. Sam and Anita nod and keep their heads down as someone passes by. But then she noticed a pair of familiar feet.
"Kartok?" She mumbles quietly. The feet stop and suddenly, she was pulled up by the scruff of her collar. She looked up and saw him standing by an older yautja.
"Is this the ooman son?" The deep raspy voice of his father says glaring down at Anita.
Kartok nodded and pushed Anita gently to him. She kept her head down as the largest male she had seen so far began to circle her like a lion looking over his next meal. His clicks and growls were deeper and louder, causing her to stiffen with wariness. This didn't go unnoticed by the elder.
"What do you call this ooman?" He asks lifting a strand of her hair and inhaling the scent.
"She is called Anita." Kartok clipped out.
His father hummed, circling her once more before taking his claws and lifting her chin. Her eyes met his and she almost shrieked. Half of his face looked like it had been burned by some kind of acid, his left mandible was missing and his eye was white.
He tilted her head back and forth until he tsked, dropping her chin and walking to his son.
"She is frail and useless. Put her in the mating program and be done with her." He orders.
"I purchased her father, you know the laws against breeding a licenced ooman without owners permission." Kartok growls.
His father tensed, inching closer to his son and puffing out his chest in a threatening manner.
"You say you wish to keep this beast?"
"I do."
"...fine. keep the little whelp." He growls, grabbing ahold of Anita and shoving her against Kartok, who took her shoulders to steady her while she all but hugged him.
"She will produced weak oomens anyway." He adds with one last glare to Anita before walking away. As soon as he was out of view, the yautja stood and went about their business like nothing happened. Brukos and Sam walked up to them and Sam held her shoulders.
"You ok?" She asks softly.
"Yeah... I guess I'm lucky I wasn't put in the breeding program." She says dryly.
"Kartok, let us take our oomens out tonight. They can dress each other up and we can meet with Guntog and his ooman at the lounge tonight." Brukos says trying to date the tension in the air. Thankfully it did, causing Kartok to nod.
"Yes, lets celebrate the victorious return of our clan leader... and our oomens." Kartok says looking down at Anita.
She was staring up at him with her curious orbs and he felt himself stir. He looked away with a quiet growl. It was gonna be a long night.
That evening before the four set out to the drinking lounge, the girls primped themselves. They brushed each others hair and put braids in. Brukos surprisingly presented them with gifts, which consisted of new clothing similar to the female yautja but for oomens. It wrapped between their legs like underwear but a thin rope tied around their waists to hold it in place. The tops were a long strip of fabric that they wrapped around their breasts and around their backs. After they dressed in their new outfits, the inspected themselves in the mirror.
"Ooh, now you gotta admit. Krusty crab has some damn good fashion sense. I look like xena warrior princess. All I need is a spear." Sam says posing in the mirror.
Anita laughed and shook her head, but she had to agree. The color of blue and green looked great in Sam's skin. The dark red brown that covered her own made her feel like princess Leah after being kidnapped by jaba the hut.
(Same kind of outfit she wore. For the life of me I can't remember what the damn things are called.)
"I don't know, it's a little odd dressing so provocatively in front of a bunch of aliens don't you think?"
"Oh shut up, you look great, now lets go before he storms in here." Sam says pulling Anita out of the room.
While the two had been dressing, Kartok and Brukos were talking with Guntog, who arrived minutes before with Trish in tow. Trish was stiff as a board and she kept her head down like she had been scolded by her mother.
"Ah there you are!" Brukos says when he heard the curtain open.
"Keep your dreads on pal we had to figure out these damn skirts." Sam says crossing her arms and walking up to him as Anita walked up to Kartok.
As soon as Kartok saw Anita, he felt as though time slowed down. She was beautiful, her long hair dusting her shoulders gently with braids and beads in her braids. Her top did her breasts some good, hoisting them up and showing off the soft creamy skin. Her wide hips swaying with the soft material that covered her nether regions and her long legs as she walked-
"Kartok!" Guntog growls in his face. Kartok blinked and looked at the two yautja as they smirk at his friend.
Kartok growled at them in warning but the two simply laughed it off, shaking their heads as the girls reunited with Trish.
"Are you ok?" Anita asks.
"You mean if I'm ok with being treated like some second rate hoe while you two bitches get to run around like you belong? Yeah I'm totally fucking fine." Trish hissed.
"Hey pump the breaks queen bitch, its not our fault you got put into livestock duty. Your supposedly the prettiest of us so you got picked. Consider it a bonus you get to fuck any guy you want." Sam says inching closer.
"Oh fuck you bitch you don't even know...!" Trish shouts standing chest to chest with Sam.
"Alright that's enough you two!" Anita scolds pushing the both of them away from each other.
"Look, we're alive and were healthy. Be thankful for that. And who knows maybe well go home some day. But we don't need to fight with each other." She says.
The three males who had hear the arguments turned and watched as Anita nipped it in the bud, dismissing the fight quickly. Kartok raised an eyebrow at the little speech, yet his heart dropped at the thought of her wanting to leave him. But then again, could he blame her?
The six of them made their way down the street and to the lounge, where many of yautja and ooman slaves would sit and enjoy a night of music and drinking. But oomens were only allowed one cup for fear that they would die of alcohol poisoning. The yautja drink was too strong for oomen stomachs, Brukos had boasted when they got there.
Immediately the girls were looked at by many yautja. Females would glare in disgust and wonder how they had the gull to wear their clothing. Males would stare at their milk sacs and exclaim that they would be good for breeding pups. Seeing as how female yautja were so slim picking that it was not uncommon to see yautjas mating with oomens simply for the sexual thrill.
As the group sat down on the pillows by the tablet, a male brought a large hourglass pitcher of golden brown liquid and three large glasses, then set three shot glasses in front of the girls.
"Come barkeep, we shall need more then one of the C'ntlip on this glorious night!" Brukos says as he fills his glass. Kartok and Guntog growled in agreement as they too filled their glasses. The Kartok filled Sam's and Amanda's, then turned to Anita.
"Have care, this is strong liquid. Sip it, don't throw it back." He warned.
Anita nods and sips it a little, then coughed at the strong scent and taste. Brukos patted her back as Sam and Amanda looked at their own filled glasses, reluctant to try it. After wheezing a bit, Anita gave s thumbs up and sighed heavily.
"Well, bottoms up." Sam says sipping her own and wheezing out a cough while Trish sneezed at the strong scent.
The males watched humorously as the three sipped their alcohol while they chugged theirs. While they drank, Anita felt eyes on her back and her hair stood on end. She gulped her strong alcohol and blinked, already feeling the buzz. She looked behind her between the tresses of her hairs and she stiffened.
The very yautja that had killed her friends and kidnapped her and the others, standing across the lounge with a jug his hand, his mandibles lifted with an evil smirk. She began to shake and whipped around, staring down at her drink as her shoulders tensed.
Kartok noticed Anita went stiff and looked at her, seeing that same terrified look on her face. He knew that look, she saw him again. He looked behind them and saw Surgos smirking at her back. He knew she and the others would be safe from him. Guntog and Brukos were both large males, much bigger then he was. And Kartok was biggest of the three. She was safe as long as she stayed by him.
Sam and Amanda noticed her tense up and looked behind her. When they saw the bastard, they shared a look and the tension grew. Suddenly the three decided to sit particularly close to each of their yautjas. It didn't go unnoticed by any of them.
Brukos was surprised to see Sam scoot by him, all but touching his legs as she glared into the corner warily. Guntog was shocked Trish even moved around him, let alone neared him willingly. Kartok simply hugged Anita around her shoulders and gave her a reassuring pat before he nodded behind him and the two looked over his shoulders.
"How did he get admission in here? Wasn't he banned from drinking too much and trying to mate with the barkeeps mate?"
"He was forgiven last winter. The barkeep and his mate was having a hard time getting food and pelts and he was generous enough to lend a hand." Guntog replies lifting his cup.
"Well no wonder the females are acting so clingy. He must have been the hunter who took them off their planet." Brukos says quietly.
"He killed their friends." Kartok says.
"Ah, now it makes sense. By why does he stare so?" Guntog asks.
"Perhaps he wanted the females for himself and he is sore for losing." Brukos says with a chuckle.
"Perhaps... nevertheless, keep him from your females, he is nothing but trouble." Kartok warns.
"I agree. He is known to rape his oomen subjects." Guntog says.
"Well he won't touch mine." Brukos growls, his eyes darkening in a seriousness that his friends didn't see often but didn't take lightly. Even the joker can be dangerous.