The Alien King’s Pet by Loki Renard

4Wormhole With Fries

When Dominax woke, the human was gone. For an awful moment, he thought that perhaps he had dreamed the entire affair, that he had never gone to Earth, never met the most beautiful creature in creation, and never deflowered her in his bed — but then he looked over and saw that the door to the bedroom was open just wide enough for a human to slip through. No other being would dare open that portal.

Pulling on enough clothing to maintain some sense of regal propriety, he stepped outside his chambers where one of the perpetual guards was standing at attention. Only the most seasoned and decorated military personnel were allowed to guard the king’s chamber. It was an honor and a privilege, and Dominax knew each of the six who had been assigned to the position personally.

“Alf,” he greeted the soldier. “Have you seen a human? Looks like a short Homelander without wings.”

“Yes, sire,” Alf said. “She asked me where she could get something to fucking eat, as she put it. I directed her toward the kitchens.”

“She is my new pet. Did you not see the collar?”

“I did, sire. But I thought it best not to disturb your slumber, and she did not seem to be in any way dangerous.”

Dominax did not engage in further conversation. The guard had not done anything particularly wrong, though it was best that new pets were not left to roam. The palace was the safest place on all Homeworld, but there were still dangers inside it, especially for a pet like Katie.

It was his fault for not briefing the guard. He had gotten caught up in the carnal delights of the human’s body and failed to attend to practical matters. She was quite the distraction, his little human.

“WHERE ARE THE POTATOES? THERE MUST BE POTATOES.”

He heard the shrill tones of a human throwing a tantrum, and knew he had found his pet.

She was in the kitchen, where the head cook was looking confused and annoyed at the naked young woman who was, against all reason and logic, hovering perilously near a vat of boiling oil.

“Katie!” He used her name sharply. “What are you doing?”

She turned around, unrepentant. “Showing these people with wings how to make fries. You gotta get the oil really fucking hot, see?”

“Sire, who is this?” The cook gave Dominax a confused and annoyed look to go with the question.

Cook was very protective of his kitchen. He was known to fling undercooks out of the windows if they displeased him. But Katie had a sort of determination about her which had the effect of steamrolling those who did not know her very well — and the collar around her neck essentially protected her from any repercussions.

“This is Katie. She is my newest pet. I am sorry she managed to infiltrate your kitchen.”

“She has ruined almost all of my best cookware,” Cook said with the same intonation someone might use if they were saying their entire family had died all at once.

“That’s enough, pet,” Dominax said. “Come here. You should not be bothering the staff. I have not made a formal introduction yet. There are protocols to be followed.”

“Who cares about protocols,” she scowled at him. “I’m hungry. And these Homelanders, or whatever you call yourselves are no fucking help. I told this guy” —she jerked her thumb at the cook— “I told him I was hungry, right? And he said he didn’t have any human food, so I tried to make some myself. But this bitch kept whining.”

Dominax grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her bodily out of the kitchen. Cultural differences aside, cursing at the staff was never going to be tolerated.

“You do not refer to the artist who makes our food as a bitch,” he growled, picking her up underneath his arm so she could not make any more trouble. “Were you not in the culinary arts in your previous life?”

“My previous life was yesterday, bitch.”

Something was wrong with his pet. She had been in possession of an attitude when they met, but she wasn’t belligerent like this. Now that he looked more closely and listened more carefully, he couldn’t help but notice that her words had a slight slur to them, and her eyes were bloodshot.

“Are you intoxicated, human?”

“Yeah. I found something to drink. I was thirsty and hungry, bitch.”

At that moment, cook emerged from the kitchen. His black wings were pinned back in irritation, and his dark eyes were likewise narrowed, arched brows raised with the expression of a Homelander who wants vengeance.

“Does sire require help with his pet?”

“Sire does not. She can go in her kennel until she sobers up.”

And that was how Katie found herself in a small, barred enclosure with nothing but water in a bowl and a hole in the far corner clearly intended for the elimination of waste. The cage had been hiding behind a curtain in the royal chamber, not a dozen feet from the bed where they had fallen asleep in one another’s arms.

Dominax opened the kennel door and tossed her in there with an easy motion which demonstrated his superior strength. She landed on the soft padded floor, glad for the soft landing, but thoroughly pissed at being incarcerated.

“Brat,” he growled as he closed the door behind her.

“Let me the fuck out!”

He did not let her the fuck out. He sat down next to the cage and proceeded to pull out some kind of stone tablet thing that might have been like an iPad, or maybe a letter. It was hard to say, until he put it to his mouth and bit off a piece of the rock. Apparently, it was food. It looked like stone to her.

“Must have been hard for you not to start chewing the buildings when you were on Earth.”

Dominax ignored her. She got the impression she had caused some trouble. Well, so fucking what? This was like being invited to someone’s house for dinner, but instead of food there was just sex and booze. Katie had experienced such invitations before, and as far as she was concerned, getting plastered was the appropriate response in any culture, alien or human.

“Hey. Dude.” She wrapped her hands around the bars and pushed her face as far through them as it would go.

“What, human?”

“Let me out.”

“No.”

“Let me out please?”

“No.”

“Let me out now?”

“No.”

It went on like that for quite some time before she changed her tactics up a little.

“Let me out now, or when I get out, I’ll fuck you up.”

“That does not give me much incentive to let you out, human,” Dominax pointed out wryly. “If you were capable of such a feat, which you are certainly not.”

Rattling the bars of her cage, Katie amped up her hostility.

“Let me out, cocksucker!”

Dominax was unmoved and unafraid. Katie gritted her teeth and tried to think of a way to get revenge on him. There weren’t a lot of ways to do that from the inside of a small metal cage. Apparently, he was taking this pet thing literally. She wouldn’t have believed it, if not for the incredible solidity of her captivity.

“You know what? This is fucked up," she declared. “This is against the Geneva Convention.”

“As a winged alien, I am not subject to your Geneva Convention. I am not subject to any of your conventions, as a matter of fact.”

“Well, I’m going to starve to death inside this cage,” she said, pushing her face up against the bars. “You haven’t fed me since I got here.”

That actually got his attention. “How often does your kind need to eat?”

“Like, three times a day?”

“That is a lot.”

“Yeah. Well. You’re killing me here. Literally. Just thought you should know.”

“We can’t have that,” Dominax replied. “I suppose you might be interested in these, if you could behave long enough to be given them.”

“And what are these, exactly? Because if it’s rocks, I can’t eat those.”

He turned to his left, and reached for a handle on the wall. It was very brightly colored, iridescent and incandescent at the same time. She would have noticed it before, but it was just one of a great many curiosities and strange things. Dominax’s bedroom was basically a cross between a brothel and an antique shop.

When he pulled on the handle, a portion of the wall emerged and with it a very familiar smell.

“Are those… fries? They smell like the ones we made at work.”

“They are fries. And they are the ones you made. This may look like a simple drawer, but it is actually a small captive anomaly. With the correct programming, it can reach to any part of the universe and contain whatever might be needed.”

“That seems like it would break a world. You can get anything from anywhere at any time?”

“There are limitations,” he said, pulling out a red sleeve of cardboard, containing slivers of golden potato, salted to what looked like perfection.

Her stomach growled, and her mouth watered. More than that, her entire body welled with a sense of overwhelming homesickness. Everything she had been through in the last few hours, from losing her virginity, to being ripped from her world seemed to catch up with her all at once. She felt an insurmountably painful ache in her chest, and tears welling in her eyes.

“Let me go home,” she said, all the alcohol induced bravery draining from her. “I can't live here.”

“You can, and you will. Now, if I let you out of that cage, are you going to kneel at my feet like a good pet and beg for these?”

“Sure," she said, willing to say practically anything to escape captivity. The cage was claustrophobic and humiliating, and uncomfortable besides. “Whatever you say.”

He reached down and flicked the cage open. She scrambled out of it and would have put as much distance between them as possible, but for the scent of the fries luring her close to her winged alien captor.

He had the only piece of home left to her clutched in his massive red alien hand. She noticed that the hue of his skin was much less noticeable here. Something about the atmosphere of the planet made him look almost… human.

Then she looked up and she saw those two deep dark eyes looking back at her, and there was nothing human about him at all. He was entirely alien, and probably extremely dangerous. She felt the ache between her thighs, the reminder of their tryst. She had given herself to him. He had torn the very last vestige of innocence from her and now she was naked, on her knees, nursing a fading buzz and wishing she was at work. Work had once seemed like a boring, life-stealing chore. Now it seemed like the safest place in the universe.

Dominax plucked a single fry from the paper packet which bore the logo of her previous employer, making Katie wonder what precisely what sorcery was at work. The king’s vague explanation did not satisfy her. It sounded more like magic than science, and she didn’t know if she could trust him.

“So these are actually from Earth. You just reached into my old place of work and snatched someone’s order out of the ether?”

“They were pulled directly from the realm of your world, yes.”

“So that shiny drawer is like a small…”

“Wormhole,” he said. “A digital wormhole.”

“Uh huh.”

She was going to climb right the fuck into that wormhole and escape back home, that’s what she was going to do.

“If you’re thinking about using it for escape, don’t. For one, it’s less than a quarter of the size you are. For two, it is prone to distortions if you don’t know what you are doing. You got fries this time. But next time, you never know.”

She wasn’t listening to his warnings. She was listening to the growling hunger in her stomach.

“Gimme,” she said, snatching the fry right out of his fingers. She shoved it into her mouth, then lunged for the rest of the package with outstretched hands. She would have gotten it too, except for that she didn’t. He pulled the package up away from her and held it over her head.

“Uh uh,” he chided, his dark eyes narrowing with a dark smile. “You are a very disobedient and rebellious little pet, aren’t you.”

“Fuck you. Gimme.” She lunged again, this time putting herself more or less over his left thigh. It was a huge mistake. He clamped her there with one arm — the same arm holding her cherished fries, and started spanking her with the other one, his big palm covering almost the entirety of one cheek every time it landed across her exposed ass.

“Manners,” he growled. “Obedience. Respect. These are all concepts you need to learn. And they’re all things you will learn over my knee, brat.”

She cursed and squealed as he imparted a blazing sting to her hide, making her very sore indeed. But Katie was used to pushing through discomfort of all kinds to get what she really wanted. You didn’t survive New York without being ready to do what it took to get what you wanted.

“FRIES!” She screamed the word, grabbed back to her waist for the package, and shoved most of the contents into her mouth. It didn’t matter how much or how hard he spanked her now. She’d won the battle.

Spank her harder he did. Without the need to hold onto the fries, he could now hold onto her even more firmly, swatting her bare ass with swift, repetitive slaps which rose to a speedy crescendo. She screamed, losing some precious fried potato in the process.

“Fucking hell!”

“Disobedient, bad little pet,” he growled. “Stealing food right out of your king and master’s hand.”

He was not playing with her. The spanking was hard, and it hurt like hell. There was nothing for it but to give into the tears welling in her eyes, to wail and to cry like the helpless baby he was making her feel like.

Dominax did not like seeing his little human cry, but he liked her disobedience even less. She just kept fighting him at every turn, trying to get away with the most egregious disobedience.

He did not want to punish her. He took no joy in her writhing and wailing, but she needed this. She had probably needed it for a very long time. Everything about her behavior suggested that she had been getting away with being an untamed brat for years.

“Have you had enough, pet? Are you beginning to understand what I require from you?”

She made a whimpering sound which probably did not indicate understanding. It was going to take more than a day to teach her the ways of her new world. Humans were ill disciplined and badly supervised. They let one another do whatever they wished, only intervening when serious crimes took place, and sometimes not even then. It was no way to run a society.

Dominax’s kingdom was run in a much more orderly fashion. Every citizen was held responsible for their behavior at all times, and as a result, every citizen knew better than to run riot. There were some exceptions, like Darma, but the nail that stood up got thrashed, as the old Earth saying sort of went.

He decided to show mercy and stopped spanking her, instead rubbing her crimson skin gently.

“It hurts,” she whimpered.

“I am sure it does,” he crooned. “But you deserved it, baby pet. You were so naughty, weren’t you.”

“I was hungry,” she whimpered. “I needed to eat.”

“And you would have eaten if you had just behaved yourself. I would have fed you a feast from my fingers.”

“I can feed myself.”

“Actually, you can’t. Not here. Not even on your own world. You were dependent on others to give you a pittance to live there. I will be much more generous if you are obedient. And if you are not, then I will punish you. I will make you very, very sore.”

She said nothing, just whimpered as he pulled her up into a sitting position on his lap.

He knew that she was still hungry and she was tired. He opened the drawer again and pulled out a fresh batch of fries. He would have to investigate human foods more to ensure that she got the correct nutrition.

“Here,” he said, feeding her from his fingers.

She ate, sniffling unhappily to herself, and saying nothing more.

This was not what Dominax had expected. He had not thought the human pet thing through, he had to admit. He had imagined he would simply sweep a grateful human up from her tedious life, and she would be so enthralled by being mated to an alien king she would not question him or disobey him, or be inconvenient in any way.

But that was not the human way. Humans, he realized, were trouble. They were little balls of self-contradiction.

He fed her the entire package of fries, and then continued to hold her as she sobbed, sniffled, and then finally fell asleep curled up in his arms. She must trust him. She wouldn’t be asleep if she didn’t. But she also hated him, there was no doubt about that either. He had seen the loathing in her eyes, and heard it in the disrespectful tones of her voice before he’d spanked that out of her.

It was time to get some advice from a friend.