T: And you shouldn't be so pushy when you try to get a date.
The man reacted with a bit of anger showing on his face.
L: Sorry we are not interested, also you should leave before you make an idiot.
The man just shrugred, and left, but not before saying "fucking dykes"
Lisa, and Taylor both answered "asshole", and when the man left the cafe both of them began to laugh.
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After they finished eating, they decided to see more shops from the Boardwalk, though some of the enforcers were eyeing Taylor, both of them began to feel uncomfortable when they meet a blonde that had the look of having conection with E88
L: Hey Taylor.
T: What, sorry I was distracted.
L: Do you still want to visit the stores here, or do you want to go to the shop of the aquantiance.
T: I think leaving the Boardwalk is a good idea Lisa.
L: OK Taylor, you are going to love that shop.
After they left the Boardwalk Taylor began to make guesses what shop Lisa was talking, but all the tries ended in misses, finally they where inside of the shop, but Taylor had to enter with the eyes closed.
L: Taylor you can open your eyes.
Taylor obeyed, and saw all the dresses that were in the shop, a smile appeared on Taylor face; Lisa heard some footsteps, and recognised the person.
L: Hi Sabah, how are you?
S: I'm fine Lisa, did you come alone?, I tought the alarm told me two people entered the store?
L: I entered with my friend Taylor.
Lisa noticed that Taylor was not there, she began to look for Taylor, and found "her" geeking with the dresses, and in her hands was a black rabbit doll.
L: There... she is, Taylor come here.
T: Ok.
She began to walk to them, sometimes giving some skips, Lisa noticed that Sabah was tilting her head, Lisa began to feel a mixture of feelings
L: Sabah, this is Taylor, a great fan of Parian work; Taylor this is Sabah she works for Parian.
S: Oh, hi Taylor nice to meet you.
T: Hi Sabah nice to meet you too.
S: So you are a fan of Parian, I saw you how you were admiring the dresses, do you want to buy one.
Taylor smile almost disappeared
T: I am sorry mm.. the money I have is not enough to buy a dress, the only thing I could buy is maybe this doll.
S: Do you want try a dress at least?, Parian may not mind
The smile returned to Taylor face and acepted the offer, Taylor ended trying several dresses, also Sabah was unconsciously flirting with Taylor, Taylor was unconsciously flirting back, and Lisa meanwhile was grinding her teeth, and had a very hidden expresion of anger.
After Taylor ended trying the dresses, Lisa ended buying Taylor the black rabitt doll, Lisa and Taylor exited the store, Taylor said good bye to Sabah in a playful tone.
L: Taylor I think I forgot to something to Sabah, wait here.
T: Ok.
Lisa entered the store, Taylor waited like five minutes for Lisa, she heard something that something inside the store, and moments later Lisa exited the store with her fox like smile.
T: Lisa what was the thing you said to Sabah?
L: That is a secret, Taylor.
And both of them went back to the Undersiders base, when they entered the base Lisa began to talk
L: Taylor I need to speak with you, about somethings in private.
Alec: Taylor you ended making Lisa angry, good luck with the hate sex.
L: Shut up Alec!, leave the room, and stay away from Taylor.
A: Anyway I have a new video game to play, bye.
When Alec left the room he locked the door to the room
L: Taylor I have to to ask you something, where you conscious that you flirted back with Sabah, in front of me.
T: No, please don't be angry Lisa, I really enjoyed the date with you.
L: Ok Taylor I forgive you, also another thing I have to tell you, is that Sabah is a lesbian.
T: What!?
Lisa decided in that moment to give Taylor a kiss.
Meanwhile in the Undersiders Living room Alec who was secretelly the conservation laughing really hard, Brain was laughing very quietly, Bitch was facepalming.
Also back in Parian shop, Sabah was closing the shop, and was still impresed with what happened today, she never tought that something like that was going to happen to her, but she really enjoyed Taylor company.
S'fya (Alien)
(Автор: mantis)
Okay, here it is. Alien!Sophia/Taylor. Feel free to give me any feedback you have. No matter how harsh. Just fuckin piss on me
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Having S'fya in the house was an experience I couldn't find many words to describe. "Bizarre" would definitely be one of them, as would "surreal" and perhaps "exciting." Ever since I'd found her sprawled out by a small, damaged ship, bleeding from a deep cut in her forehead, and smuggled her home, the alien girl had made her presence known in the house.
Now, two months on, I'd near reached my wits' end with her. She wasn't precisely a bad guest— she'd acclimated rather well, keeping away from windows, making herself comfortable in the basement guest room we'd set up. She was mostly polite, outwardly well mannered, as though she'd been schooled in this sort of thing. But there was something about her— a few superior glances, the way she turned her nose up at me, the way she sneered "weakling prey" under her breath when I lay in bed with the flu. She saw herself as a person among insects, and it showed.
I tried to ignore it— obviously wherever she came from, things were different. Maybe this sort of thing was acceptable. Maybe she was some sort of royalty, and she'd been raised to think this way. The thought of an (admittedly quite attractive) alien princess living in my basement filled me with enough wonderment to ignore her attitude for the first month or so.
Last week though, she'd crossed a line. Dad had gotten injured— his arm was broken in an accident down at the docks. When S'fya had heard, her response had made my blood boil.
"Couldn't even keep his wits about him? Pathetic. If things were as they should be, he'd be dead."
At her words, anger flared in me. I wanted to grab a steak knife and shove it through her back. I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life out of her. I fantasized about it lying in bed. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to show her who the weakling really was. The morning afterwards, I started to plan.
I'd watched her, observing how she moved, what she did, what she didn't do. I made a list of weaknesses, saved it to a locked folder on my computer. I written up a list of items I'd need. Buying them was by far the simplest part of the plan. Finally, a week after what she'd said about dad, I was ready to confront her.
"S'fya. We need to talk." I stood straight, posture tight, wearing my determination on my face. Projecting strength as best I could, crossing my arms as I stared her down. S'fya was at one of her usual places— a chin-up bar she'd put in on her own. Dropping to the floor, she looked me over, then started to cross the basement towards me. At points like this, I was surprised by how human she looked— were it not for her eyes, with their acid-green irises, inky black whites, and slitted, reptilian pupils, she'd just be another tall, pretty, dark-skinned girl. Her long, straight black hair hung down by her lower back— flowing, thick hair any girl would be jealous of. She always wore what we'd recovered from the pod— a set of skintight, black-and-indigo bodysuits that fit her muscular, athletic form quite snugly. Stopping barely two steps before me, we stand face to face, my height possibly the only attribute I equal her in. Her nose wrinkles slightly, disdain practically rolling off of her. Looking me up and down, she finally opens her mouth.
"What is it you want from me this time?"
Going over the script I'd prepared as I gathered my tools, I take a deep breath. "Look. S'fya. I know you've had a hard time. You're far from home, you're stranded here, with a bunch of aliens, you haven't been outside in weeks. I understand that. I'd be feeling the same way. But that doesn't give you justification for how you've been treating us." One of her eyebrows arched, and I continued.
"You're our guest, and we try our best to accommodate you. And you've done nothing but make it clear how low your opinion is of us. Don't even deny it-" I cut her off. "I have ears too, S'fya— I can hear what you say about me and dad."
Her lips curled into a smirk. "And you don't think it's true?" She took a step forward, so that our chests were almost pressing together. "You think I couldn't kill both of you in the blink of an eye if I chose? Foolish little prey. I am a Huntress— the fact that you're still alive is a testament to my hospitality."
Here it was: the moment of truth. I spread my arms. "If you're so superior, so strong and fast, why don't you kill me then? After all, I'm nothing but prey to you." Her muscles tightened, and my hand slipped towards my pocket, ready for what came next.
Her hand shot out like a rocket, gloved fingers wrapping around my neck. Instantly, the stun gun I'd bought was out, and I pressed the button as I jammed the prongs into her armpit. She let out a yelp of pain, her arm jerking back, before I was on her, taking advantage of her weakened state to throw her to the floor, landing on her a second later. Moving to the next step of my plan, I pulled out a pair of handcuffs, holding the stun gun to her neck for a second or two before pulling her hands behind her back and cuffing them. Her ankles were next, tied together with a few rolls of duct tape. Before she could collect herself and react, S'fya was bound, helpless beneath me.
It took her around half a second for her to realize what had happened, and then the struggles began. She started thrashing, pulling at her bonds, kicking and bucking in an attempt to dislodge me. After a few seconds, the profanity started.
"You little bitch! You paper-skinned, glass-boned little bitch!" She hissed, wriggling about beneath me as I pulled out one of the last items, a dollar store pocket knife, and set it down on the floor. Looking at the small blade, she let out an enraged hiss. "So this is your plan? Tie me up, humiliate me a bit, then try and kill me with a fruit peeler?" She let out a derisive cackle. "Please. I'll shove that down your throat and watch you choke."
"I'm not going to kill you, S'fya," I responded, trying to keep my voice steady for all the adrenaline. "But there's going to be an understanding between us." Grabbing her by the back of the head, I pushed her face into the concrete floor. "From now on, you will treat my father and I with the utmost respect. No more `prey' or `weakling,' you understand?" I heard her growl, and knew I'd have to be more persuasive. "And what could you do to make me obey you, prey?" She sneered.
I sighed. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the last object. S'fya's confusion at the dry crinkling was obvious, and I saw her trying to turn around before I pushed her head back to the floor. "You might be right— we're not the strongest species on this planet. Or the toughest, or the one with the sharpest senses. But that didn't stop us from bringing the rest of the world to heel. You know how we did that?" I leaned in closer. "We watched. We listened. We learned our enemies' weaknesses, and we made tools to exploit them. And I've been doing the same with you."
"Oh? What's my weakness, then?" And there it was. She'd walked right into it.
"You're more like us humans than you'd think, S'fya. One way in particular." Taking the last tool in both hands, I opened the neck widely. "We both need to breathe."
Before she could respond, I forced the plastic bag over her head, pulling it down until the opening was down by her neck. Peeling off a bit of tape, I stuck it to the plastic, winding the roll around her neck. After two or three times around, I'd formed a tight seal, cutting off any outside air, and completing my trap for the huntress. Her struggles started before I even leaned back. "Hey! Hebert! What is this?! What're you doing?!"
"I'm giving you a choice, S'fya." I climbed off of her, before grabbing her and pulling her into my lap, so that her back was pressing against my chest. "You can either acknowledge that you're not the top of the food chain anymore, and be a good guest," I thread one arm through hers, holding her in place, "or you can die at the hands of prey. Don't worry— you've got at least a minute or two to choose before you lose consciousness."
For about twenty seconds, there was silence, the only noise the crinkling of the bag inflating and deflating as S'fya breathes in the same air over and over again. Before long, I started to notice her legs starting to twitch, as though she was suppressing the urge to kick and thrash. "Oh, take your time, I've got all day. Do you?"
She didn't respond, but her body did for her. Soon, the bag started to inflate and deflate faster, as the alien girl pressed against me started to lose her breath. I placed a hand on her chest to hold her in place while the reality of the situation settled in for her. "You see now, S'fya? You only ever thought yourself the predator. Here? In my home? You're nothing but my prey."
Her breaths grew shorter and shorter, and I felt her heart pounding through the material of the suit. Her legs started kicking, and I could swear I could see them rubbing together. Before I could stop myself, my arm had untangled from hers and slipped between her legs, rubbing at the supple flesh. Her breathing grew more ragged, the plastic sucked deep into her mouth, outlining her face as I felt a smile curl my lips. I had her. This beautiful, domineering warrior girl was like putty beneath my hands. "Feeling a bit short of breath, prey? All you have to do is say `I submit,' and I'll take the bag off." I dug my middle finger into her crotch, feeling a spike of lust as her back arched, and she moaned.
Her muscles taut, her breath sucking in as much as she could, S'fya was obviously fighting a losing battle, the clear plastic shining with saliva as she struggled to breathe. A bit of worry started to settle in my mind. If or when she did lose consciousness, what would I do? Should I leave the bag on and let her smother to death, as she'd obviously expect me to? Or would I do as dad had taught me, and let her live? This quandary didn't have the chance to get much further, because as that thought crossed my mind, S'fya let out a harsh gasp.
"E-enough!" She rasped. "I-I submit! I submit! Please!" Jolting out of my reverie, I reached over, grabbing the pocket knife. Laying her on the ground, I pulled the bag away from her face and cut a long slit in it. S'fya greedily sucked down air as I pulled the opened bag away from her face, leaving her with a collar of duct tape and plastic around her neck as she caught her breath beneath me. Quickly collecting myself, I resumed the role of the dominant predator, wiping a lock of hair from her sweaty, flushed skin. "So, I assume we have an understanding? We will allow you to live in our house, and in exchange, you won't find yourself being hunted."
