Runt of the Litter

Still inside of your hot and humid crate you feel the wheels roll under you along the smooth deck of the spaceship. As those wheels turn so to does your mind. This was hopeless. They were going to find you. In that tiny room what hope did you have of hiding? With all the scanners and whatever they had at their disposal it was a miracle you hadn’t already been found. And that bonehead move of forgetting that your phone would be useless, stupid! Even if they didn’t find you they were going to start getting worried. There was only so much El would be able to do to cover for you. Damn it! So much for being a prince. You’d put money down that you’d be back to your old life by this time tomorrow.

You hear another door slide. “Storage.” There is a hum and you feel a very subtle vibration come up through the floor. After just a couple of seconds the vibration stops and the door slide open. You are wheeled along until you thump against something else and come to a stop. “There you go.” There is the click, click of the outside latches closing followed by the sounds of receding footfalls. Whoosh…whoosh. The lift doors open and close. And then…silence.

DAMN IT! She locked you in. This was quickly going from bad to worse. Well, at least she hadn’t discovered you yet.

You settle in as best you can and make yourself comfortable. By the sounds of it El and fam might be awhile in that shower of theirs. All you could do now is wait, again.

With great difficulty you wriggle the phone from your pocket and bring it to your face and start looking for something you could play offline.

It is not too long after you think you catch the sound of movement. Cocking your ear to the top you listen for a time and hear…sniffing?

Snuffle, sniffle, fiffle, whiff! The rapid in and out sniffing of some sort of animal was happening just outside of your crate! You didn’t know they had an animal on board! Oh God! What was this alien beast? Your imagination swims with images of ravenous beasts from the far corners of the galaxy where sane men would dread to tread. Thank goodness the latches were…click, click.

EEP!

You have no time to react, nor any way to react for that matter, when the top is all at once flung open.

Peering down at you is…not what you were expecting.

Peering down at you is a very confused looking woman. Well, not exactly a woman. She had the body of a woman, and an incredible one at that! You knew just how incredible as she stood over you completely naked! She was petite, maybe four foot ten, with a pert pair of titties, perky little nips, and a lovely hourglass figure. She was a woman like your family but between her legs wasn’t a massive schlong but what might unflatteringly described as a micro-penis. Her little balls did nothing to block the view of her rather pretty pussy. She had huge caramel eyes, currently as wide as they could go at the shock of discovering you. And that’s where her similarities to your family ended.

Atop her head was a shaggy coat of brown fur. Not hair, definitely fur. It looked soft and silky but it lay differently than hair. Amongst that curly mass sprouted two floppy ears not unlike those of a beagle which darkened slightly toward the tips. Her skin, smooth and healthy, had a soft fawn coloration that you’d never quite seen before on Earth. Her nose was not a human nose. Her face ever so subtly came out into a very small snout at the end of which was the black, glossy nub of a canine schnoz. Her lips were human enough, full and pouting, but her mouth was wider than normal. Through her partly open mouth you spy a wide pink tongue. And the cherry on top, or bottom in this case, was the wagging tail behind her.

She…was…ADORABLE!

Around her neck was a thick black collar with a tag that read, ‘Button’.

“A man!?” She gasps. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Me?” You sit up, causing her to flinch away from you in fear. You give a quick look around to see that you are in some sort of storage bay. At the far wall you spot one of the wall panels off and leaned against the wall next to a small dark crawlspace. You look back to alien woman. “What are YOU doing here? I didn’t hear anything about a…erm…dog girl on this ship.”

As you say that her big bottom lip begins to tremble and her humongous eyes fill with tears. “Ohhh noooo!” She was terrified!

“Hey.” You say softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” You reach out to touch her hand for comfort but she recoils from you as if you might burn her.

“Don’t touch me!” She peeps and falls to her knees. “Please don’t touch me.” Tucking down into a little ball she begins to whimper just like a beaten pooch!

“Okay. Okay.” You hold your hands up and slowly stand up so as not to spook the poor girl. “I won’t touch you, okay?”

“I haven’t been imprinted.” She whispers. “Please don’t touch me.”

“Imprinted? What does that mean?”

“Don’t tease me.” She pleads. “Everyone knows that a good pup is a boy’s best friend.”

“What?”

“I…never expected…a man. Ohhh noooo. Ohhh noooo!”

“It’s okay. I swear to you. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Staying low she peers up at you, those big eyes full of fear. “Don’t kill me. Please. Please don’t kill me. I’m sorry! Let me live. Pleeease!”

“Kill you!? Whose going to kill you?”

“I’m a bad puppy.” She whimpers and whines and wriggles around pitifully, every sound and bit of body language signaling submission. “Bad, bad puppy.”

“Okay, shhh. Everything is going to be okay.” You step out and come to kneel near her while still giving her space. “You aren’t supposed to be here, are you?”

“No.”

“You’re a stowaway, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Her lithe body shudders. You notice that the fur on her head continued down the center of her back, looking not unlike a long ponytail, until it reached her tucked tail. “I had ****.”

You give her your most comforting smile. “So am I.”

“You?”

“Nobody knows I’m here but my sister.” You nod. “My name is Jesse. What’s your name?”

“B-Button.” She says wary of your kindness but open to it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Button.” You say.

She lifts her head a few inches and sniffs the air in your direction. Your scent seems to calm her a bit. “You won’t space me?”

“Space you!? Of course not.” You say. “Is somebody trying to kill you Button?”

“Mmm.” She nods, her left ear flopping up then down as she does so. “I’m to be put down. It is my twentieth cycle and I am unwanted.”

“Unwanted?” You look at this bundle of cuteness and shake your head. “Why would you be unwanted?”

She tilts her head, just like a curious dog. “You must have seen why.”

“Um…no.”

“I’m a runt.” She whispers. “I’m the runt of my litter.” Her head bows and her ears droop. “Nobody wants the runt of the litter.”