Tiny and Fierce by Margo Collins (big screen ebook reader .TXT) 📕

“Keep it orderly. Enter the ship one at a time. Once inside, begin moving down the northwest corridor marked with a yellow line on the floor.” Lise was clinging to a telescopic ladder that had descended from the hatch, directing the women to follow her. She flicked a glance at Morph and gave him a nod before disappearing into the belly of Blue. Morph tapped one of the females on the shoulder and jerked his head to get her to climb after our captain.

The women didn’t panic, to their credit, and they formed a line to climb into the ship. They were being brave, braver than most, I realized. Trusting their fates to complete strangers. For all they knew, we could be as bad as the empress.

“Lucky break, wasn’t it?” I smirked as Evik and I approached Morpheus, who was gazing around the hangar, looking for any straggling threats.

“What do you mean?” He acknowledged me but kept his attention on the space around the ship. Morph was always a warrior, no matter the situation. I bet he even had his stoic attitude in bed during intercourse. His inner soldier would stand at attention, and so would his little soldier… so to speak. Though, there was nothing little about his species’ sexual organ. Damn thing was insane looking. I avoided showering with him nowadays. It could give a guy a complex.

“The empress getting attacked at the same time we’re trying to escape. Looks like the universe is working in our favor for once, partner!” I smiled wider at him and he shot me a confused glance.

“Blue orchestrated the faux attack in conjunction with the empress’s AI mainframe. A coincidence,” Morph scoffed. “One would have to be as empty-headed as a molted exoskeleton to believe such a thing.”

“It could happen,” I sputtered out, grin fading.

Evik slunk past us on all fours, clicking away joyously as he excreted a sweet-smelling odor. You underestimate our egg sac and chitin sharing warrior as one, Alder.

“Shut up, Evik,” I grumbled, turning to follow him up the ladder. The various female species were all inside Blue now. Only Morph stayed on the tarmac as Evik and I climbed upwards.

Morpheus didn’t react to our exchange, the totality of his focus on ensuring that no Bufo soldiers reentered the hanger. It wouldn’t take them long to figure out the deception, though having the empress’s personal AI involved might prolong things. They wouldn’t suspect that their own royal complex was working against them.

When I entered the ship, I looked back down the ladder. Morpheus was backing towards the hatch slowly, weapon held steady in his grip, the business end roving back and forth. He never missed. If he aimed and fired, you better believe he’d sized up the shot in his head multiple times before squeezing the blaster trigger.

Sometimes, I thought he seemed disappointed when there was nothing to shoot.

Maybe it was because his life was so different now, post-experiments. So was his body. He couldn’t take to the skies for a pleasure flight. He didn’t have a wife and chrysalis to come home to anymore on his planet.

So he became good at what he could be inside the scope of his alterations.

A fighter. A leader. Primed for war when war was necessary.

He was, without a doubt, the muscle of our con operation. And now the muscle of the human woman’s crew. I thought, more than anything, that Morph needed to relax. Have a little roll in the hay, so to say in Old Earth speak. I didn’t think he’d been with anyone since escaping the labs. I doubted he even pleasured himself.

Mother of stars, if I had his appendage? I’d be working it like it was my damn job! No more prince of the planet. Alder, sex god for hire. Let’s just put it this way—I’d be perpetually sore between the legs. Not that my own exterior sex organ was anything to laugh at. I’d read about condoms in Old Earth history. I’d have needed an extra, extra-large… or bigger. The thought made me smirk.

I flexed my fingers as I strode down the dimly lit corridors of Lise’s ship. A pitiful display of pale blue sparks sprayed from the tips of my digits. If I didn’t go home soon, I’d be completely depleted of my own natural abilities. I needed to touch the soil. Breathe the air. Eat a few jazamenth blossoms. Or, hell, eat a hundred until I was sick with power.

I was behind the last of the women now. A particularly androgynous female swayed in front of me. Beside her was the polar opposite. All curves and six breasts.

What in the hell were we going to do with a ship full of various species? We didn’t have the fuel, or the capital to refuel, to take them all back to their home planets. If all of them even had home planets. So many species were left homeless after the intergalactic war of 3050.

You really outdid yourself, Alder boy. In over your head, and dragging everyone with you per usual, I berated myself, sighing as I watched the liberated breeding stock filter into the north cargo bay. When I entered, I realized Evik had deviated from the path and left me. I wasn’t sure where he’d gone. He wasn’t one to take the lead, preferring to be a follower. I think it had something to do with his species’ natural tendencies. They hived together, and given a choice, would share everything, all the time, with zero personal space. So it was strange for him to go off on his own during this somewhat tumultuous situation.

Lise stood on a large shipping container, her eyes roving over the crowd. I leaned against the hard wall, crossing my arms and gazing up at her. Again, even in the oversized pajamas that hid the body underneath, she was sexy.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Lise’s voice was loud,