An embarrassment of riches...

Each of them adopt a look of abject shock as they notice what is beside their apparent comrade--you. One actually screams from somewhere off in the shadows as you watch all of them gasp and move to their feet or more ready positions.

Watching them move is quite the treat...

Mutukwa endeavors to calm them with her upraised hands as she speaks in her native tongue.

"May-ha, may-ha!" she commands. The women look only slightly less startled. She motions to you and begins to speak again:

"Ba-ga-rah huni mishi nay, masi nay...kita hi"!

You realize you are utterly powerless in this situation, and can't help but be at the mercy of whatever it is she's saying. You try and do your best to look non-threatening, smiling and meekly waving, or rather, raising your hand at them from time to time, in manner you only pray they perceive as friendly, both for safety's sake, and the simple fact you'd hate to bid any of these untamed beauties a premature farewell of any kind...

At her last word, or couple of words, the women look to one another and seem to be calming somewhat, as if becoming more curious than afraid.

Mutukwa drops to one knee on the cave's stone floor and face you while speaking at the others.

"Kita ki...Ahma ishi toh, mala semba nakoha, mali nay Kita Ki...BOOM"!

At that, the women jump with cries of surprise and awe, and Mutukwa bows low. Some of them follow her lead, while others are inching closer to you, looking stunned, and, through their apparent curiosity, nevertheless making every effort to appear subservient and non-threatening, as if they're not certain what Mutukwa says is true, but best be prepared if it is...

You can only surmise that Mutukwa has told them all about the encounter in the wilderness and how you "BOOMED" away your attackers. You can also just imagine what sort of effect that is having on them.

A twinge of fear takes you for a moment, realizing you're completely out of magic tricks since the blaster blew to bits, so its not as if you produce any further prof of your alleged godhood, unless of course their as likely to impute divinity to space suits as they are to flashing lights and loud noises...

As you make eye contact with the few that still chance getting closer to you, they each cave-in and fall prostrate before you. In that moment, they each arch their backs upward and then down again, arms outstretched, in a worshipful motion, not daring to open their eyes.

There, in the firelight of the cave, throwing just enough visibility on the rising and falling exposed and partially exposed breasts of the women, you realize you have a choice to make...

Your libido rails against any impulse you might have to drop the facade and do your best to tell them the truth, that you're just as human as they are--at least you're pretty sure they're human. Just think of the influence you could wield against them. Why, you could command them to do anything...not to mention, they clearly have access to food and shelter, things you most certainly need. Besides, if you break their expectations now, who knows how they might react? Perhaps you'll end up not unlike the creatures whose hides now barely cover strategical areas of their bodies.

But its just not right, and how long could you keep up a ruse like that, anyway? You'd love to have an open and honest relationship with them...all of them. But is such a thing even possible?