My eyes widen. “Poooopcorn.”
“Yeah, I guess. Sometimes it tastes like poop corn when they don’t put enough butter on it. So, what do you think?” He sips on his drink as he watches Rathyn move, peering over at me as I process it.
“Doooble date. Me and Dante?”
“Yeah. I think it would be fun. Just the four of us. There aren’t many of us who are dating interspecies. It would be nice to have another couple to hang with, you know?”
I bob my head, even though I do not know. I am perfectly happy with just me, Dante, and Niaus. But it does sound nice to spend more time with Everest.
I peer before me and see Rathyn’s movements getting looser, even though he is still far too stiff. I should show him how it is done, but my break will soon be over, and I cannot leave Rosie for too long.
She gets very overwhelmed when she is alone.
“Yes, I will speeeak to Dante. We will go eat pooooopcorn and watch a mooveee.”
“Great.” He pumps his fist and then snorts. “Oh my god. Is Rathyn twerking?” I don’t know what that means, but he is undulating his bottom quite vigorously, his tail bouncing back and forth.
“Tweeeerk.”
I copy the movement, and Everest gasps. “Oh my god, you look good doing that! You should so show up Rathyn. He’d be such a butthole about it. Oh, hey, and I was thinking about going to this like, fancy restaurant, you know? So you’d have to dress up. Wear something fancy.”
My eyes widen. “Fancy?”
“Yeah, like real nice.”
My mind goes to the socks that Dante’s mother made me, the pink jacket I adore, and those panties. Those are very nice.
“I heeeve the perrrrfect theeeng.”
“Oh, fuck yeah. I can’t wait to see it. I’ve only ever seen you with that pink jacket—which is awesome, by the way. You should so wear that.”
I grin, and my mind conjures up what Dante will think when he sees me wearing all of those items together.
A double date.
Movie.
Poopcorn.
Fancy human clothes.
I cannot wait.
Dante is not home when I arrive at the apartment, so I do a little cleaning up. He always tells me not to bother, but I do not think he understands that it is so little in comparison to what I have spent my life doing.
Under the service of the Vyastil government, I was assigned to whatever high-ranking officer or official needed me. I was at their command until I was relieved of duty. They usually let me rest just enough to keep me at optimum performance.
I was fed.
There was some sort of shelter.
But I was never safe. I was never comfortable.
I was never allowed to say no.
It is still very unsettling for me to sit and do nothing. Dante never seems upset if he returns home from work to find me on the couch watching TV or finding new ways to use the phone I was given. But the guilt is sometimes overwhelming.
My Dante often distracts me with touching and kisses. Sometimes he offers me his cock, and of course, the cum he is now feeding me. And he seems to understand the moments I do not wish to be more intimate. Days when the darkness in my head gets a little bigger, or the pain of missing Erethar gets a little wider.
