As she smokes, she calms down a little bit, and her grip on you relaxes. Eventually, she releases you from her grip completely. You had the opportunity to run away from her, but… you didn’t want to be alone anymore. ‘Franziska’ didn’t seem to be too bad, and maybe you could even get her to help you on your quest. “So… do you, uh, happen to know where the Queen is, now?” you ask her, timidly. “I want to, um… convince her to give me a second chance,” you lie, trying not to sound suspicious.
“You’re seriously desperate to pledge yourself to that bitch?” The German Shepherd cackled, raising a brow. “Wow. They really did brainwash you.”
You cringe at her words, but you see an opportunity to dig for information. “Um… what’s wrong with the queen?”
“She’s an absolute, unbearable narcissist! Conquered half the useful planets in the galaxy just to sate her own ego,” she said, gesturing dramatically, waving her cigarette around. “To make matters worse, she’s hogging all the men in the galaxy all to herself! Now that’s just selfish...”
Talking about the queen really got her going. You could tell they had some bad blood. “You really hate the queen, huh?” you say, pondering the situation. “Well… let’s say, hypothetically, I was on a mission to, uh… overthrow the queen…?”
Franziska turns and stares at you with a weird look in her eyes, and your voice trails off. “No way…” she says incredulously, as if she couldn't tell if you were serious. “How the hell is a little shrimp like you planning to overthrow the queen?”
You think about it for a second. You’ve been searching for the queen for a while, but you haven’t really thought this whole plan through well, in retrospect. “Well, I figured I’d just need to recruit some powerful allies,” you eventually decide. “Like… you, maybe?”
You jump a bit as the dog woman bursts out laughing, her busty chest heaving. “Hahaha! Oh, and I thought you were going to be boring,” she chuckles. “I like your spunk, kid, but if anybody’s going to be leading a mission like that, it’ll be me.” You didn’t fully understand what she meant by that, but you took it as a ‘no’. With that, she tossed her cigarette over her shoulder, and stood up from the bench, as you suddenly found yourself at crotch-level. Before you could react, she grabbed your hand.
“Now, come on. I think it’s about time you got… settled in.”
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Franziska continued to hold your much smaller hand tightly as she led you deeper downtown. You grew increasingly nervous as you walked. Since the invasion, you had always gotten around by hiding in alleyways and abandoned buildings. You weren’t used to just walking down the street in plain sight like this. As the two of you walked, you passed a few strange women, who all stopped and stared. If you were alone, those women definitely would’ve grabbed you… but with Franziska by your side, they tended to just let you pass by. “Oooh! What do we have here?” one strange anthropomorphic bird lady cooed, as you passed her in the street. She made a point of waving her humongous feathery breasts right in your face as she said it, teasing you.
“This one’s mine. Get your own,” Franziska growled, yanking you away from the other woman and leading you away. The bird woman seemed a little angered by this, but just decided to stomp off with a hmph! Was Franziska… defending you? Did she think she owned you now? You didn’t know exactly what her intentions were, but you huddled closely by her furry side, her protection making you feel a little more comfortable. You shuddered as she continued leading you through the streets, seeing that the whole city seemed like a ghost town now. Soon, she dragged you off into some apartment in a quiet area of town. It was actually quite a huge, luxury apartment, with a beautiful view over the city below. You’ve been sleeping on the streets for the last couple of weeks, so it looked incredibly appealing.
“Is this…?” you gasp, having trouble articulating your words. “Can I…?”
“You can chill here any time you want, little guy,” Franziska said, as she let you inside. “But while you’re under my roof, consider me your master. What I say, goes.” She smirks as you wander the apartment, looking exhilarated. As you walk around, she collapses on her long couch. “And first thing’s first, pipsqueak. After a walk like that, my feet are killing me,” she demands. “Fix that for me, will you?”
She has you kneel in front of a big footstool, which she plops her huge, greasy feet onto. Seriously, her paws were massive -- each one almost the size of your face! And they smelled surprisingly terrible, too -- you don’t get the impression that this woman bathes much. As she relaxed on her couch, her gesturing made it obvious that she expected you to massage her gigantic paws. “Seriously?” you ask, baffled by the situation.
“Hey, I’m starting you off easy,” Franziska shrugged. “Just be thankful I’m not making you lick them clean.” You were about to argue, but decide it was probably best not to test her patience. The fate of the men who were brought onto the mothership was much worse, or so you’ve heard -- this probably wasn’t that bad. Plus, she was letting you live with her.You curiously bring up your hands, and start to reluctantly knead and massage her paw pads and furry skin with your thumbs. You gagged a bit as your fingers were covered in her sticky sweat, and the powerful stench of her gigantic paws hit your nostrils. You didn’t know it was possible for them to smell this bad. “Heh. Is this seriously too gross for you?” Franziska snickered. “You better get a stronger stomach, or you’re not long for this world, kiddo.”
You put your disgust aside and redouble your efforts, eager not to disappoint your only ally. You never quite get used to the stench, but you quickly learn to bear it. As you continue massaging her greasy pawpads, you think about the day’s events. Could you really trust Franziska? She was a bit mean, and might only want you as a slave. Then again, she did defend you from that bird woman. Did she actually care about you, on some level?
As she relaxed on the couch, watching television, you couldn’t help but notice you had an uninhibited view of her half-naked, athletic body. You tried your hardest not to stare, though she probably wouldn’t mind it even if you did.
You tried to watch the television with her to kill time while you massaged her paws. The normal channel had apparently been replaced with some weird game show, that seemed to consist mostly of those weird green cat aliens humiliating helpless males. “Pathetic! You can’t even lift a measly 400 pounds!” a cat woman taunted one of the males, who had just lost a ridiculously impossible weight lifting challenge. “You probably couldn’t even lift lil ol' me, could you?” Before the exhausted man could respond, the cat sat on him, his head disappearing between her massive green cheeks as she straddled his face. The audience laughed uproariously as the man struggled futilely under her smothering flesh, and she lets out a loud fart directly onto his face for good measure. “I guess that’s our answer, folks!” the cat laughed. You shivered at the cruel torture, turning your head away from the screen. Franziska, on the other hand, just seemed disturbingly amused.
After a while, Franziska grew tired of just lounging around.
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