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  1. Kimmy's Note: Okay, this is a roleplay compiled into a document between Maya and I. It is arguably not a story, though it can be enjoyed like one. Because it's an RP done via email, there are going to be grammatical and spelling mistakes that are not normally in either my writing or Maya's writing. This was not thoroughly proofread, this does not have a "plan" for the plot, we're both literally making everything up as we go, so there may be some logical inconsistencies and dropped narrative threads. We did this as a fun activity just between the two of us without intending to post it for consumption. We do not promise that it will ever be finished, nor do we promise that it will have any degree of consistent quality. The only reason this is being posted at all is because people expressed an interest in reading it. Right off the bat, I'm sure you'll notice that there's a LOT of tense changing. Maya writes in present tense by default, I write in past tense. We're not going to fix this. If these sorts of inconsistencies and rule-breakings bother you, stop now. If you can put aside the fact that this WILL NOT be up to our usual quality standards, read on. It's a lot of fun, I've read it like 12 times. Feel free to comment, we'll respond as per usual Maya's Note: Kimmy basically covered most of it, yes, this is a roleplay we've been doing, it's been quite a bit of fun. Just as Kimmy highlighted, this is an unorthodox post and not edited anywhere near what a story chapter usually would be, nor is it modified into a chapter by chapter format, as the full effect is better when you get both perspectives here. We understand this may not be for everyone and will not be the new normal, but this play doesn't fit well as a story, so it's posted this way or no way, I'm afraid. We decided to post after a few people expressed interest in seeing it and began requesting us to do a play in the rp forum here. That second request is unlikely to happen, since I prefer email for playing, especially because I cannot access the site from work and school and such, but email is far easier to log into just about anywhere, so it's much more convenient. I don't want to ramble too much, but I do want to point out that this isn't going to be as regularly updated as most of Kimmy's stories either. These are back and forth posts of an ongoing play done as we have the time. Kimmy juggles work and family, I have school, work, and Kali to give attention to, so it will only be updated as there's enough new content to warrant a post and we'll try to backlog as much as we can, but we make no promises. So, if you're able to deal with lower quality and an odd format, the posts are color coded based on who is writing; you'll find Kimmy's in purple and mine in blue, and with the fact that the update schedule will be random, then I encourage you to read on. It's been an interesting story and we hope you do enjoy it. Post One Gloena presses a button on the massive control panel and watches the screen flare to life with an image of the outside world. The most prominent color of the planet is blue, with some green, brown, and white landmasses dotted on its surface, veiled in a thick atmosphere. Earth. The name flashes in her mind. So this is where Nakil got that lovely little pet of his. An earthling might be just the creature for me too. Closing her eyes, she could picture it now. Nakil's Earthling, a Human as it apparently called itself, as small as a newborn, with silky smooth skin and a lovely little thatch of fluff atop it's head. With big eyes and the cutest little vocalizations, she knew she wanted one of her own. What a lovely little pet it would make. Activating the cloaking system, Gloena slips easily through the atmosphere. She'll remain out of sight, undetected. There's no need to frighten the primitive little creatures. Cute as they are, they can spook so easily. She'll wait until she finds the perfect one while alone, and pluck it up. In and out. Oh, it will be so lovely to finally have a little company. It was the perfect day. Everything was going great. Jen had just made partner at the law firm, her boyfriend was showing all the signs that he was going to propose to her, they had just finished moving into his recently deceased grandmother's rent controlled apartment and redecorating was her favorite hobby. Nothing could go wrong. She felt like she was walking on air as she jogged through Central Park. Mark was out with his friends from the finance firm he worked at and it felt like she had the whole of Central Park to herself. This was her city, she didn't feel threatened in the dark - she knew several self-defense disciplines and any mugger would be in a heap of trouble if they tried. She felt great as she pumped her legs, feeling the air in her lungs and just feeling alive. Nothing could go wrong. Gloena smiles at the sight of one of the Little earthlings. All alone at night, she really ought not to be out like that. A bigger animal might pick her off. And she thought the Little critters were pack animals. Oh well. Pressing a few buttons on the panel, Gloena activates the capture beam to draw the girl up into the ship. Once the AI has informed her that the little thing has been properly contained in the holding chamber, she squeals with glee. Then the fourteen foot alien makes her way down to the chamber to collect the little darling. She walks on two feet, with skin a bluish purple tint, a wide violet eyes. She has chin length tendrils that glow in the dark in place of hair, a long tail that trails behind her a little, and a tendency to walk on the balls of her feet with her heels off the ground. Hesitating behind the door to the chamber, Gloena waits a moment, out of sight, simply observing how the girl is going to react. Nothing made sense. One moment she was jogging, just enjoying the exhilaration of the run and the next moment she was standing still. She had seen a flash of bright light and had been surrounded by warmth, but now the park was completely gone. She was standing in some kind of clear plastic cube, and the ceiling seemed forever away. "Hello?" she called, pressing her hands to the plastic and banging on it. "Hello? What's going on?" It just didn't make sense. Did I fall and hit my head? she wondered. The air was cold in the cube and she shivered, banging on the plastic again. When no one answered, she began to get really irritated, banging harder. She looked around again, pacing the edges of the room, feeling around for some kind of seal or door. "Hello? Come on, I don't know where I am and I can't find the door! This is bullshit!" The little creature makes Gloena's heart flutter. It's little chirps sound angry, but even still, they're entirely adorable. Striding into the room, she stoops to pick her new little pet up. She sits the Earthling on her forearm, which she draws to her chest and keeps her free hand on the girl's back to keep her steadied against her. Despite the small creature's squeaking, Gloena can't understand a word of the tiny thing's language, just as she knows her pet won't understand her. She knows they can be taught, with patience, to understand a handful of words and phrases, but they'll never likely be totally fluent. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing? Oh yes you are! We're going to have so much fun playing together, I can tell. Come on, let's get you all cleaned up." Turning on her heel. she makes her way from the chamber and out into the rest of the ship. She's already set it on autopilot to leave this solar system behind, so she's plenty of time to worry about her little pet. With no warning, Jen found herself being lifted into the air. She froze - it was a personal failing. Everyone said "fight or flight" were the danger responses, but when Jen got really truly scared, she froze. It's why she spent so much time in martial arts training... if she was prepared for a situation, she didn't freeze - she reacted. She had put a mugger in the hospital not two weeks ago with a broken jaw, she was ready for that kind of attack. But nothing could have prepared her for the giant blue monster. And she froze. She barely processed everything as she clung to the monster's arm. It made strange warbling sounds at her, its disgusting tendrils in place of hair hanging down near her face. Slowly, her muscles began to relax and she blinked - it wasn't trying to eat her, it was just... carrying her somewhere. The sounds it made were bizarre, like it had two voices going at the same time, clicks and trills interspersed in its speech... at least she assumed it was talking. "Hello?" she asked, staring up at the creature. She was so big - everything was so big. Jen watched as what could only be chairs and tables went past - though the chairs were different, they had openings down the middle for the creature's tail. "Where am I?" I must be dreaming, she thought. That's the only explanation. I was running in the park, I tripped and fell and cracked my head open and I'm laying in a hospital in a coma. It was the only thing that made sense. She caught her reflection in a window as they moved along, her in her maroon jogging suit, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and her makeup immaculate over her perfectly tanned skin... but on the other side of the window was the Manhattan skyline, like she was seeing it through the window of a plane. Please be a dream? One soft little coo, almost a confused sound, resonates from the tiny creature's throat and Gloena looks down and offers it a small smile. She rubs two fingers against the bit of fluff on her new pet's head. "It's okay, little one. Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you." They're rapidly ascending now, and Gloena can feel the pressure shift as the artificial gravity kicks in. They've left the Earthling's home planet behind. Pressing a button to open the first door in the corridor, Gloena carries her pet inside, where she's set up a little glass box to bathe it in. Her own tub being much too large to put the critter in by herself. The container has already been filled with a cleaning fluid. Her people don't use water for anything other than survival needs, it's too precious a resource. The liquid is green, but will bring no harm to her pet, though according to Nakil, it does have the side effect of causing the fuzz on their bodies to fall off. After plucking off the silly little garments the creature has donned and lowering her into the warm liquid, Gloena is careful to ensure her pet's head stays dry as she scrubs it down. "Wait, stop... " Jen protested and twisted as the monster began stealing her clothing. What kind of fucked up dream is this!? "Stop it!" she demanded, pushing the blue hands away again and again futilely. Her eyes widened as she was carried naked toward a vat of green liquid. "What are you doing?" She froze again as her eyes caught the big TV at the end of the room... and there was Manhattan, shrinking away. Then New York. Then America. Then the Earth. The blood drained from her face as her brain struggled to comprehend. She hated science fiction. Mark and his stupid Star Trek always just irritated her, she'd never had a dream about spaceships or aliens in her entire life. But now she was watching the Earth slip away as the monster rubbed two giant fingers through her hair, popping her ponytail holder and causing her locks to flow freely. When her freeze ended, she was being scrubbed down. It's bathing me! she realized. "Please stop," she begged. She pointed to the TV, not understanding the strange warbles that came from the monster. "Earth. Home. I want to go home." There is no fucking way I'm getting abducted by aliens, she fretted. The stories were always sexual violations or bodily invasions... she had no interest in any of that, but it was seeming less and and less likely that this was a dream. Gloena frowns, not quite sure what it is the tiny creature wants, but it sounds rather distressed. Glancing up, she notes the viewing panel, there's one in just about every room, save the corridors, makes for a good change of scenery when crossing light years aboard the ship. "Yes, it's very pretty, isn't it? Don't worry, Little one. You'll be taken good care of. You little critters are supposed to be pack dwellers, but you were all alone. Did you lose your pack? I'm very sorry about that, but don't worry. This is your home now and I'll keep you plenty company," she assures it as she continues washing the creature down. Once satisfied with the clean, Gloena lifts her pet out and stands her on the bench to rub a sanitizer through her fluff patch. That will need to be kept clean too, and she'll have to look into how to counteract the fur loss effects that emvisca seems to cause, despite being a virtually harmless cleaner besides that. Standing the creature under a pipe, Gloena taps a button to turn on the air blast. It's just one pipe of hundreds used to dry herself, but she holds the creature steady anyways in case the blast knocks her off balance. Jen stared down in horror at her now-hairless body - she had been almost completely shaven to begin with, she was meticulous about her body hair, but now even her pubic bush was just... gone. The fine hairs on her arms were gone. She had to admit that the goo the creature was rubbing in her hair felt nice... but she wasn't going to enjoy it. She wouldn't let herself. As the monster moved her around, Jen wished that that she knew what to do, how to handle a giant assailant, but all of her training was useless. When the blast of air hit her, she screamed, dropping to the ground and curling into a ball, instinctively trying to protect herself. It was loud and terrifying and cowering was infinitely preferable to being blown away. She slipped through the monsters fingers, wrapping her arms around herself and burying her head as best she could. Gloena turns the air off and gently strokes two fingers down her little pet's spine, scratching lightly. "Hey now, it's okay little one, there's nothing to fear. It's just a little blast of air to dry you off. Poor thing, probably never encountered something like that, huh? Your planet certainly grows some strange metal forests, but you probably haven't the slightest idea how to work any technology. I wonder what you use to hunt? Perhaps spears or something? Maybe you don't eat meat? We'll get a little peek at your teeth a little later and see if we can't find out, hmm?" Picking the creature up once more, Gloena carries the Earthling from the cleaning racks and further down the hall to her sleeping chamber, where she's been storing supplies for her little pet. The bed is an emvisca filled mattress, the blanket woven high quality fibers. Gloena's people, the Venisia originate from a planet Giana, and are one of the more advanced species in this galaxy. They are also meticulous about preserving resources. Gloena herself is wearing a gown of sylphia fibers, a rippling substance soft and flexible, and metallic looking, but stronger than steel. It has a tendency to bond with its wearer and grow with them. Gloena's worn the same gown since she was young. It's color can change, and suits her well, she's never felt the need to alter it. Her little pet, however, will need some different articles better suited to her. Setting the critter down on the bed, Gloena waggles a finger in her place and taps the spot in front of her pet twice. "Stay," she instructs slowly and firmly. "Stay." The monster sounded soothing as she cowered, stroking her back after the jet-engine's worth of air had finished blowing on her. Before she had a chance to relax, however, she was grabbed and lifted into the air again. The creature warbled and clicked, it was obviously talking but the sounds were so complicated. There barely seemed to be any pauses or consonants and it either didn't understand her or didn't care what she had to say. She was placed down on a wobbly, unsteady surface and the giant face with its freaky glowing flesh-tendrils framing its face, that wobbled as the monster moved. It touched the ground and clicked the same click twice. "What do you want from me?" Jen asked, sitting down on the wiggly, rubbery surface. "I want to go home!" She looked around at the bizarre surroundings. Everything was huge and strangely colored, there was nothing soft or warm or comforting anywhere. She just wanted a warm blanket and a cup of coffee at this point. The creature turned its back, stepping away... she figured this was the perfect opportunity to explore, so she stood up and began walking to try and find the edge of the strange wobbly surface. Gloena frowns when she finds her pet trying to wander off. She reminds herself to be firm but not get cross. The little animal isn't likely to understand right away. Reaching out, Gloena grabs the Earthling and delivers a swat to her bare rump, not enough to truly hurt, but enough that she'll feel it. Then she lifts her off the ground and returns her to the spot she'd originally set her down, and repeats herself entirely, tapping the front of the mattress just in front of her pet twice. "Stay," she repeats before tapping again. "Stay." She maintains eye contact for a moment or two longer for turning away once more, kneeling down to open a storage chest, beginning to riffle through it. Jen yelped as the monster reached out and slapped her ass. It stung! She glared as the creature put her back where she was and touched the ground twice again, making that same click. Glaring defiantly, Jen took two steps forward, maintaining eye contact with the monster and crossing her arms over her chest. "You want me to stay put? Fuck you." Gloena sighs. That time definitely sounded defiant. A push of boundaries. So she gives her pet a gentle push so she stumbles back onto her butt in the same spot Gloena put her originally. Once again, she taps the mattress. "Stay," she allows a cold warning edge to leak into her tone. If she's disobeyed again, the creature will face punishment. Finally finding the things she was looking for, Gloena takes a seat on the mattress beside her pet and pushes her down onto her back. The first thing she needs to take care of is to get the critter diapered. Nakil had a hell of a time training his Earthling to use a waste pad and Gloena has no desire to deal with cleaning up messes, so her pet will be diapered. The diaper is special, made of an advanced nanite tech woven into the fabric. It's puffy, warm and soft, and Gloena can control it's thickness with a remote if she wants her pet to crawl, consequently providing more space for use within the diaper. Within it's folds are several compressed chambers. The diaper will expand naturally as it's used, but will seal off waste products within the chambers. Making it a little squishy once used, but odorless and without risk of causing damage to the dermis if worn. Logically, the creature could go several sleep cycles in the same diaper before it would need to be removed and cleaned. She has two, to alternate between as necessary. She lifts the girl up by her ankles and slides the diaper beneath her before lowering her back down. Lathering her own hands in a slimy, clear oil, Gloena begins to rub it liberally into the creature's bottom and nethers, an added defense to keep her skin free of blemish. It will also keep the diaper from chafing, so she coats the Earthlings hips too before pulling the diaper up and sealing it. It won't be coming off without the remote's command. As her naked bottom hit the squishy ground, Jen began to realize that provoking something four times bigger than she was might not be the brightest idea... but all of that goes out the window when she found herself on her back with her legs up in the air. "Wait!" she cried, trying desperately to flip over. "Stop! Stop!" Her eyes widened in horror as the monster slimed her crotch and hips with a goo, before she brought forth a bizarre looking garment that Jen wasn't sure what it was but she knew she wanted nothing to do with it. "Stop!" Her struggles were futile, however, and in a few short moments she found the thing sealed around her waist... it was soft and puffy and her cheeks burned with shame as she realized what the monster had just done to her. A diaper, she groaned inwardly. The alien put me in a diaper. She scratched at the front of it helplessly, trying to find a tape, a pin, a fastener, but it was as smooth as if it had been pulled on. She tried to hook her thumbs into the waistband and wiggle it off her her hips, but she couldn't find a way to get her fingers inside. It was like the garment was sealed to her skin. "No," she moaned. "No! You can't do this to me!"
  2. My name is Corinna Kishek. I am one of the star pilots on board the starship Indefatigable. It was a colony ship and a warship and I was in command this year. I was in command because the passengers and the rest of the crew were in hibernation for the duration of the trip to Melcom VII. At the end of the year, I would wake one of the other crew members and he would relieve me, so I could go into hibernation. I sat alone in the bridge of the Indefatigable. My job was simply to monitor the hibernation capsules of the crew and make sure they were in working order, make sure the ship didn’t run into anything, and fix things that broke. That was easy enough, I had thought. But it wasn’t to be that easy. “Hull breach on deck nine,” said the computer and started to run the siren. “Damn it,” I said. “Computer, cut out that noise.” I got up from the pilot’s chair and ran to deck nine. On deck nine, I went to the room with the hull breach. Thankfully the room was sealed so only that compartment had lost its air. The light above the door was flashing bright red. From the window in the door, I couldn’t see the hole. “Computer, what is the status of the breach?” “Compartment 926 is in vacuum. Breach in compartment is inaccessible from the inside. Situation requires EVA for repair.” Darn, I thought, I am going to have to go outside to fix this hole. “I never want to hear about another maintenance problem,” I said to my self. I thought about, just ignoring the holed compartment and relaxing, but instead, I headed toward the lockers where we kept the spacesuits. We had space suits of all types, from battle armor used by Marines, to thin pressure suits used in leaky compartments. I chose the type used for repairing holes in spaceships. The suit was hard. It contained oxygen that would last a week; food and water that I needed to drink from a straw; and tools: patches, rivet guns, and vacuum safe glue. Still, the suit lacked anything resembling comfort. If I had to go to the bathroom, I was out of luck. I couldn’t come inside. By the time I would get out of the suit, I would have gone in the suit. Knowing this, I grabbed a think disposable diaper from the shelf and then stripped out of my jumpsuit and panties. I lay down on the deck and pulled the diaper around my hips. I pulled it snug and firmly taped it in place. Once diapered, I stepped into the spacesuit and sealed it shut. It wouldn’t do for me to lose all my air when I went outside, so I made sure to double-check the seals. # # # The breach was worse than I thought. It took me an hour of walking on the outside of the spaceship to find the hole. Worse still, I would have to dig out chucks of meteor out of the hole, so I could patch it. I took out my drill and started it up. It made a silent vibrating motion as I directed it to start drilling out the meteor. As soon as I placed it against the rock, the vibration thrummed across the skin of the spaceship up the legs of my spacesuit and shook my body like a bobble head. This was going to be a long job. Three hours later, and six drill bits later, I had to pee. I just let it out into my diaper. There was no use trying to hold it. I still was only halfway done drilling. I drank more water; I was sweating in the spacesuit, and then I drank some of the food. I hated spacesuit food. It tasted like someone put fruit and vegetables together in a blender so it could be drunk. Actually, it was made that way. Still, I ate (or drunk) because I needed my strength to finish the job. I got out my drill and resumed my work. I was getting the meteor drilled out and I was finally to the point were I could pick up pieces of the rock and dig them out of the hole. It was a nine drill-bit job, but the rock was gone, but the hole was jagged. A jagged hole would not do. Now I had to get out my grinder. “Will this job never end?” I asked myself. I stomach growled and cramped. I knew the space food I had a few hours ago, wanted out. But I did not want to mess my diaper. The inside of the spacesuit already smelled faintly of pee. I knew from experience that pooping a diaper in a spacesuit would smell a lot worse. I would hurry and get back to work. I got out my grinder and turned it on. Sparks flew as I began to ground out the jagged edges of the hole. Another hour and a half. The spaceship’s metal was hard and I was cursing the time it took. The vibrating grinding of the ships hull, did nothing to ease the cramps in my lower abdomen. I wanted to hold my stomach, but I couldn’t reach into the spacesuit to rub it. Besides rubbing my stomach would make me lose my lunch in my diaper. I had at least two hours of work to do. I would never make it. I took out my grinder and did the last bit of detail work. The vacuum safe glue, would only work on smooth surfaces and I didn’t want to come out here again. Finally I finished grinding. I put the grinder away and pulled out a patch. It was steel plate about 12 inches in diameter. It was big enough! I put it on the deck and stood on it so it wouldn’t float away. My magnetic boot soles held me to the ship like a magnet on the fridge. I wanted to work on this quickly, but not rush. But the cramps hurt too much to work. I really had to poop. “I am so foolish,” I said to myself. “I should have gone before I came out here.” I grimaced and stared blankly off into space as hot, muddy poop slid into my diaper. Since my suit was snug, the mess was squeezed all over the back of my diaper. I hope those tapes held. I bent down and resumed my work. I squeezed a tube of vacuum safe glue part A into the hole. Then I got a tube of part B and squeezed it in the hole. Then I stirred it with a rod so both substances were well mixed. They would harden soon since I mixed together both parts. I placed the patch over the hole and smiled with satisfaction as some glue squeezed out from under the patch. “That should hold,” I said and then smiled at my work. I saw a flash of light from the other side of the ship, but I thought nothing of it. I hadn’t seen anything. I headed back to the airlock. # # # The space suit stunk. My butt stung from spending two hours in a messy diaper. I pulled off the helmet and placed it in the cleaner box. I heard another noise, but I must have imagined it. I was alone. No one was around. The passengers and the rest of the crew were asleep and I was the only one who could control the hibernation pods unless the ship’s computers sensed I had been dead or missing for 24 hours. I pulled off the rest of the spacesuit and put it in the cleaning box. My jump suit and panties were gone. The cleaner box must have already put them away in my room. I turned and headed to the shower in just my wet and messy diaper. Out in the hall, I heard the noises again. “Computer, have you awakened a crewman?” I asked. “Negative.” “Is someone on board.” “Affirmative.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Someone here? But how? “Corinna Kishek is on board, commanding,” said the computer. “I know. That’s me. Who’s making the sounds?” “Information unavailable. Internal sensors are down on decks one through eight. On decks nine through twelve internal sensors are 25% working.” “Why didn’t you tell me the sensors were down when I came back on board?” I asked frustrated. “You said, ‘I never want to hear about another maintenance problem.’” “Belay that order, then,” I said. “I will take a shower and deal with the sensors and investigate the noise.” I continued my journey to the showers, but when I turned the corner I saw the aliens. They were blue and humanoid, but they had strange translucent skin—no, not skin—scales. They had clear scales over blue skin. They had a black mane on their head and neck and they had glowing green eyes. One came toward me and I turned to run. I only tripped and he caught me and pulled me toward the others. They conversed in an alien tongue as the pointed and gestured toward me. One pointed at my dirty diaper and touched his nose and the other left and walked down the corridor. He gestured to me and pointed the opposite direction and pushed me. I walked in front of him trembling. When I tried to run, he caught up with me and pulled me back. When I tried to rebel, he pushed me along until I moved cooperatively. Finally we arrived at the airlock where his ship was docked. That was the light I saw on the other side of the ship! He pulled me inside and made me sit on the floor beside the airlock door of his ship. “But I can’t sit down,” I started to protest. I didn’t relish the thought of sitting in a poopy diaper. He pushed me down and I had no choice. The mess in my diaper spread toward the front and the back. More speech was said in the alien tongue. This time it was not directed at me, but at his companion who had returned. He was carrying a bag of EVA diapers. He stood me up and pulled me along the weaving, curving hallways of his ship. The other alien followed behind carrying the diapers. Other aliens made comments at me and pointed. Others touched their noses. My captors said some words to them and they desisted. I was taken into a chamber in the ship with a waterfall. I wondered at the engineering required to keep a waterfall working in a spaceship, but then saw other aliens swimming in the pool below it and rubbing sand on their scales. There were several other pools too. It must be their shower room, but it was so fancy. My captor pulled off my diaper and pushed me into the pool. He threw the diaper into a hole in the wall and then pulled off his green tunic and threw it in another hole. He then followed me into the water. He gestured to me and took a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbed it on his scales. He then rolled around in the water and stood up. What was he doing? He pointed at me again. “I don’t understand,” I said. He wanted me to do something. Instead I looked longingly at the waterfall. The alien grabbed me and dunked me in the pool. He then took sand and scrubbed me with it. Since I didn’t have scales, it really hurt. I screamed. The alien dunked me in the pool again and pulled me out. He then pulled me toward the waterfall pool. Aliens stared at my naked body and chattered in an alien language until my capture said something to them. I was dunked under the waterfall and scraped with sand repeatedly. Then I was pulled out onto the floor and led over to my alien captor’s companion. My captor’s companion handed me a diaper and pointed at me. I saw my captor, pulling on a black garment and pointing at himself. He pointed to the garment and then pointed at himself. Then, he pointed at the diaper and then at me. I understood he intended me to wear diapers. I reluctantly lay down on the floor and put the diaper on. I was pulled into another room and forced to sit in a chair. A collar was put around my neck and the aliens push a button on it. The alien said a few things to me. Then he pointed at my mouth. “I can’t understand you,” I said. He nodded rapidly and continued to talk in his alien language. “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “I don’t speak your language.” “<gibberish> talking.” Said the alien. “Talking?” I asked. “I understood talking.” “Keep talking. The <gibberish> needs to hear you talk to learn <gibberish>,” said the alien. “So why an I here? Why did you capture me? And why did you bring diapers off my ship for me to wear?” I asked. A bell on my collar rang and the alien pushed the button on it again. “Can you understand me?” asked the alien. “Yes, that’s amazing how that device works,” I said. “The universal translator helps us with new aliens we meet,” he said. “Can I go back to my ship? I am needed there.” “No, we left the vicinity of your ship. You will be retuned to your ship in one year’s time.” “But I need clothes. You have me wearing diapers and I am bare breasted.” I covered my breasts with my hands. “You were wearing the same thing when we encountered you. Aren’t these diapers you wear your clothes?” “No, I wear them in a spacesuit to go outside the ship for long periods of time. I was on my way to shower and then get dressed.” “We regret that diapers are all we brought from your ship for you to wear. You will have to make do.” “Just great,” I said. “What else can go wrong today?”
  3. (Apologies for minor errors, I try to avoid them but I know they crop up occasionally. If it's something that majorly effects a sentence or is a fairly big deal, let me know. If I used 'their' instead of 'they're', don't bother. Also, I'm going to get all of my references out in one chapter, so see if you can find them all. There isn't much diaper content here in this part of the story, but I promise it shows up later. Now, to start off my book in the most elegant way possible:) Chapter 1: Touchdown. "Fuck!" One of the engineers, by the name of Dobson, screamed, as a hunk of superheated steel came crashing down, narrowly missing him. "Dammit, Walter, hold her steady!" he shouted into the intercom, to the pilot. There was a brief gap before he replied. "Walter's dead. This is Tosh," replied a voice, as a young face flickered onto the screen. "What the hell happened?" "A loose reactor cable came loose, and when he tried to get it back in he..." he trailed off. There wasn't much else to say, and even if there was he had trouble choking it out. The singed, lifeless body on the floor made its own message. "The forward thrusters burnt out on the entry, we can't land it!" was the shouted reply, as the enormous craft shuddered. The metal outer shell was white hot, begining to melt from the heat of re-entry. That wasn't supposed to happen, an air gap was supposed to build up and superheat instead, protecting the shell. All it took was a two degree miscalculation and a highly oxygenated air pocket, and the ship went from warm and cozy to crispy fried. "Not my fault, we can't do anything about it from back here." There was a loud crash, and another support beam collapsed. The ship shuddered again, as they spun out of control. "Well, what CAN we do?" He shouted, over the din of the fires starting all around him. Tosh shrugged, admitting defeat. "I don't know. We're out of options. "Fins?" Dobson suggested, and Tosh started trying to adjust the forward maneuvering fins. He had scoffed at them before; they weren't needed for in-space flight and were practically worthless with the forward thrusters installed. Now, they could potentially save lives. Except they couldn't, because the white-hot metal had fused to the ship, rendering them unusable. "Can you steer at all?" A head shake this time. "Slow our decent?" Again, head shake. "What about the escape pods?" "Even if we got to them in time, they aren't big enough to hold everyone on the... Wait, the escape pods have their own reserve engines, right?" Tosh asked. He wasn't prepared for any of this, but he still knew the engineering of the ship. "Yeah, so what?" "So can we use them to slow us down?" "That... That might just work. What's the ETA before crashdown?" he asked. "Three minutes. Big planets mean big atmosphere, this one is at least three times the size of eart..." he stopped himself, there were more important things to do. "Let's slow this thing down." ......................... "Fuck!" Sarah yelled as she grabbed a needle of adrenaline and painkillers, injecting it straight into the chest of the next injured to be dragged in. It certainly wasn't the best cure for their wound, (Three missing fingers and massive burns,) but she couldn't worry about that now. They needed people back to work then, no delays, if they wanted to survive the crash. The worst cases, missing limps, comatose, brain damaged, they got to stay. But if you could walk and talk without screaming, you were declared fit to get back to work. "How many more?" she asked her assistant, Don, grabbing a bandage gun and sealing a massive cut on someones stomach, so their intestines would stop spilling out of their gut. Poor guy, she thought, as he was lead into the room with the other criticals. Anyone with an injury that bad had no chance of surviving the crash, bandage or no. The best he could hope for was that the painkillers in the liquid bandage would work quickly, and he could spend his last few moments of life with some peace. But, in a matter of minutes the shock would kill them all, no matter how much medical attention they got. "We have a dozen lined up, and they keep coming in," her assistant, ever faithful and diligent, replied. The structural damage was causing massive failure everywhere, and massive failure on a personnel transport ship meant massive injuries. She reached for another needle, but the shelf was empty. "Where's all our supplies?" "We used it all, sir," Don replied. "We can't have, I had a hundred thousand CC's prepared." Sarah was growing frantic now. "And at a thousand CC's a dose, we ran out," he explained, somehow keeping his cool. "There are three crates in the storage room, and another in the escape bay," he added. "If we need more, I can go fetch some..." "No," Sarah said, cutting him off. "I'll get it. Track and Field, silver medal. I trust you, keep everything under control." She nodded at him, not taking the time for a handshake, and was out the door in a matter of seconds. ....................... Dobson and Tosh both arrived at the escape pod simultaneously, hurrying to their respective locations with just a short nod. "How long before we can launch?" Tosh asked, from the helm. "Any time, but if we want enough power to divert the ship I'll have to take some time to divert power to the engines." "Do it, we're running out of time." "Do you have a plan to slow us down?" "Ramming count?" "Fantastic." ....................... "Sir, what are we going to do?" David asked his captain. "Sir?" The captain, James Harrison, simply stared blankly at the screens. "Sir!" "We're all going to die..." "SIR!" David yelled, trying to get the captain to snap out of it. When it became clear he couldn't, a new tactic was approached. "On behalf of the United Federation of the Human Race, I hereby relinquish you of command. Helmsman, take the deck," he said, ordering the third in command to take charge. "Where are you going?" Asked the Helmsman, seeing David stand up. "Getting the captain to safety. In charge or no, it's my duty to see that he survives." Making the captain get to his feet, David supported him and forced him to walk, the blank stare on James' face un-nerving everyone in a ten foot radius. They made it through the ship, equipment breaking all around them, to get to safety. ..................... Thirty seconds later, the OSC Griffin crashed into hard, unforgiving rock. On the ship, there were no survivors.