"Let's go over the plan one more time," I say in a low voice. "Just to make sure we're all on the same page." I suspect Kas and I are, but I want to make sure Salvotor doesn't try anything. We crouch low in the bushes a short distance away, upwind so no one smells anything just in case. "I'm going to go down there and distract them. They're not going to shoot because I'm a cute, helpless pair of tits. Once their attention is on me, you two jump in and take them out. Got it?
Salvotor nods, and Kas adjusts his hand on Sterre's harness. "Just make it quick, Sunshine," Kaspar says. "She's going to get twitchy if they come too close to you, and I like having two hands."
I like him having two hands, too. "It'll be fine." I rub the carinoux's muzzle and press a kiss to her snout. "You're going to listen to Dad, aren't you? Yes you are."
"Dad? Kef me. Don't call me Dad." Kaspar scowls.
"Fine, then." I give Sterre's nose another kiss. "You listen to Big Cock Daddy, got it?" I glance up at my mate. "Better for your ego?"
Kas just snorts.
"You guys are really weird," Salvotor whispers.
All right. I straighten up, giving my hair one final fluff. "How do I look? Sufficiently vulnerable?"
My mate scowls and reaches out, hiking my tube top up to cover a bit more of my cleavage. Damn him, but he really is the cutest when he's being protective. Salvotor just stares at my boobs.
Time to get this party started. "Get ready to break some necks," I whisper, and then turn and head toward the gully. I'm surprisingly confident and unafraid. Maybe it's because Sterre and Kaspar are just up the ridge, moving into place. Maybe it's because I know these guys won't kill a single human alone. Maybe I've just grown in confidence? Whatever it is, I'm far more worried that Sterre's going to bite something vital off of Kaspar than I am of the two guards.
I circle around to the edge of the far end of the gully, a few hundred feet away. I slither down the high, muddy side, getting a streak of mud up one leg. Hmm. Maybe I should be more muddy after all, to sell this a bit more. I artfully swipe a small streak across one of my cheeks, and then paint a little on the tops of my cleavage to draw attention there. Are my small boobs a little bigger now? It's hard to tell, but I think maybe. Always good to have bigger weapons when facing the enemy.
I fake a limp and head toward the distant guards. It's not hard to walk slowly—my shoes are with our pack somewhere safe, and so I pick and wobble my way through the muddy, rocky gully. As I do, I make soft, distressed, whimpery sounds, the kinds of sounds you'd expect to hear from someone weak and wimpy. As I get closer, one of the guards straightens and pulls his blaster, staring out into the darkness.
"Who's there?" he calls out, a look of worry on his face.
I almost feel bad for these clones. They have exceedingly similar faces, just like Salvotor said, and the same bright red skin that Helen does. They're both dressed in gray uniforms, and out of all the aliens out here, they look the most “human” and closest in size to us. Part of me thinks that they're just doing their jobs, and we shouldn't harm them, but the other part of me looks down the barrel of the blaster pointed in my direction and realizes they would kill Kas and Salvotor without a second thought. They'd probably rape me, too.
So now they have to die.
If nothing else, being dragged from Earth by pirates, abused and then abandoned by said pirates has taught me that life is cheap out here in the universe and that you look out for your own first.
That, and that I'm really good at looking helpless.
So I whimper and take another step forward, dragging my foot. "Help me," I whimper. "Please."
The guards exchange a look. One steps forward—the one without the blaster—and I sniffle and make wimpy sounds as I struggle forward. The guard that approaches me gives me a suspicious look. "What are you doing here?"
"My master's shuttle…crashed…" I bite back a little sob, grateful for my ability to cry at the drop of a hat. "I've been wandering out here for days. I'm so tired. Please help me."
And I dramatically collapse on the ground in a way that I've practiced that makes my boobs practically fall out of my top.
The clone pauses over me, his gaze resting on my tits longer than anything, and then he kneels at my side. Instead of checking for my pulse or helping me sit up, he reaches out and squeezes my boob.