Celeste was on the couch trying to get my pet ferret Novac to play with her. She was wearing just a cute frilly top and jeans. "He keeps hiding under the couch!" she would dig him out and pet him but after a few seconds he'd simply squirm from her grasp and slip easily back under the couch.
Of course, I enjoyed seeing my girl's back side up in the air this way as she dug him out again and again.
"Maybe I trained Novac to do that so I could get you into this position!" I hurriedly slid across the hardwood floor on my knees and grabbed her hips to show her how I could mount her doggy style.
But she merely backed up into me. "Maybe I trained him to do that so I could have an excuse to show you my new jeans?" she teased me right back and soon we were having sex on the floor while Novac ran around happily investigating everything he wished.
That's what I loved about her, no matter how "witty or charming" I thought I was, she was always somehow one step ahead of me. Always just ahead of the curve, even when I thought I had a new angle she wouldn't see coming...
"We are leaving here and going to Be'thol," Celeste told me after flinging open the raggedy metal door of the service bay. She had very little in the way of worldly possessions, but she picked up her single duffel bag and hung it off of her hip like a fanny pack.
"How many days will we be there? What do I need to pack?" I asked.
Celeste seemed lost in deep thought for a moment, then gave me a slow even look.
"We are going to Be'thol until we are needed elsewhere. We will likely never return to this place," she explained in "simplified" terms as if it took a great deal of concentration for her to communicate with me on the level I could comprehend.
"Oh," was all I said. I took my duffel bag and shoved my wet laundry into it. Wet or not, all of my necessities fit into this one bag just in case we had to leave on a moment's notice. Today was that day.
I noticed I'd left my dad's aviator sunglasses out and shoved them down to the bottom to make sure they didn't fall out. "Okay, I'm ready," I put my bug out bag over one shoulder and came to her side prepared to go anywhere with my amazonian benefactor.
Celeste was standing still and I figured somehow telepathically communicating with the others. Maybe she had an implant? Either way, I never seen her once use a gadget or device, and yet she could summon the alien flier to come get her any time she wished.
"I'm sorry, when we travel, I will need to have you--- restrained," she said.
I looked around the rusty old service bay. "You mean, tie me up with rope? I think I have some out back," I offered.
"No, I'm sorry. You will be confined until we reach Be'thol," she raised her hand and some weird gray tentacles began growing out of her fingers.
"But... But WHY! I do everything you say! I won't try to get away! I promise!" I wasn't afraid of her. Celeste could do anything she wished with me, but it hurt my feelings more than anything for her to act like she couldn't trust me.
Celeste closed her eyes and tried to communicate with me again. I know her new brain worked differently now, but she still had her old memories to work off of. "Do you remember what happened to Novac?" she asked.
I did remember, and of course she knew that. "Yes," I allowed. He had gotten under the refrigerator and somehow got into the electrical terminals. He was shocked to death by the time I found him.
"You did not punish Novac keeping him in his cage, you protected him," she said.
"Yea, I wished I hadn't let him wander into the kitchen," I remembered I'd taken it rather hard because I only had myself to blame.
"Please... Let me protect you," Celeste offered her hand of long skinny testicles again. I walked to her hand and slowly the tentacles spit slime all over me. The slime was like a thick cloying glue and soon it hardened into a solid cocoon. I may as well have been encased in a porcelain vase with only my face exposed so I could breathe.
"Hey, what if I need to... You know..." I tried to move to get the cocoon to stretch before it solidified, but it was too late. My giant alieness finished her handy work by putting a handle on my hip and putting me on a belt over her shoulder.
"You're going to wear me like a purse?" I asked as I slowly bounced off of her hip while she walked.
"Please... Don't speak, I don't want the others to get annoyed by your sounds, please?" Celeste asked. By the time she had strode forty meters in front of the musty old garage, a huge jagged flier was coming down right upon our position.
A whooshing energy flung us up into the star ship and I saw first hand what Celeste was seeing every day. The other alien transplants that WEREN'T from our world.
One of them looked like such a hideous savage beast, I wanted to scream when it stuck it's claw to Celeste. I was certain a bloody fight was about to break out, but Celeste extended some of those weird testicles and interfaced with the nightmarish being for a while.
I almost didn't dare to breathe. One of the eyes on it's head appeared to be looking dead at me, but of course, it might not have been an eye at all, it may have been multiple noses for all I could tell. I thought the whole thing looked like a bizarre upright walking spider.
Celeste took me to a cylinder on the wall and opened it with her hand. An energy barrier suspended me in zero gravity. "I'll come back for you as soon as I can, thank you," Celeste slowly kissed me on the forehead and slid me into her "locker" and I was left in pitch blackness with no gravity and ordered not to yell for help.
Wow, if this is her kindness, I dare say I will be horrified to get on her BAD side.