@sloppy_amy Thanks. I still have some of the other stories/chapters started and remember most of my head canon for this. It’s just trying to get it into my rotation of writing I doubt I could do.
If I do I will certainly post them here.
Analyst Peyton Bell hurried toward the Shuttle bay. It was the second night on planet CWM2856 since the Bounteous crashed. The Loss of two engines was going to make repairing the ship to escape into space a difficult job. But that wasn't what was worrying her currently. No, she was about to venture out as part of a scouting and salvage team. Into a planet where everything was massive. A planet where the best of Mestorn weapons hand held tech was about as good as a bug bite. Her first scouting of a strange planet and it was one filled with monster beasts.
She entered and Analyst Kendrick waved her over. Peyton skittered over. Captain Mitten was about to brief them. Besides Torrie, she didn't really know anyone in her group. The ship had only been crewed for a few days before coming to this primitive world. Mostly they kept to their divisions. She knew their names, small science ship with a crew of just sixty after all. Navigator MacPhee would pilot the shuttle. Security Lewis for protection, as little as that would help if something real big showed up. Engineering Russo likely to pick out what would work best for the ship. Since two teams had two from her Analyst team and an Engineer and two had two Engineer team members and one Analyst, Peyton assumed they didn't want to send out most of the Engineering team as repairs were being done. Their unit commander was likely also their medical support as it was Chief Medic Baker.
The briefing was quick and to the point. As all of them knew the situation. Go out and see if they could find materials that could be used or converted to usable materials for ship repair or gantry building. Avoid local life forms interaction at all costs. Peyton hoped that wouldn't be a problem.
They entered and Dr. Baker directed them to take the positions. This was unusual, but this wasn't a usual situation. Torrie to Analyst position since she was the higher ranked between them. Peyton took communications. Security Lewis took Tactical. Engineer Russo sat by her station. Macphee went through the steps for take off. And off they went into the night of a strange world.
Peyton took a deep breath. She had to think of something else then what may happen. She looked at the other crew members. Torrie Kendrick, her fellow Analyst team member. Tall with an athletic shape looked good in her light blue uniform. The skirted female uniform allowed for easy movement. Light leggins and knee covering flex boot protected the legs. But they also showed how shapely her co-analyst's legs were. Peyton was jealous of her height and long legs. Not an uncommon thing on this ship she sighed. Torrie's lovely brown hair was waved to her right and hung just past her chin. Torrie had a friendly, easy to talk with personality. Peyton knew males were drawn to her sort of friend.
Engineer Russo wasn't as shapely as Torrie, but was still a pretty lady. Peyton was certain her name was Mela. Peyton didn't like the Orange version of the Engineer uniform. She had a soft brown color to her hair and it hung past her shoulders. Clearly in fleets fitness regulations. She looked to be having trouble with her nervies too.
Navigator MacPhee, Tanya to the other navigators. She, like Torrie, had a tall form that appealed to males. The yellow uniform they wore glowed on her. She had blonde hair that hung past her shoulders. But she was wearing it up in two pigtails hanging off the back of her head. Likely to keep it out of her face while flying.
Security Lewis was named Amy. Lovely and athletic like Macphee and Torrie. Just not as statuesque. Her long dark brown hair was held back in a ponytail. Security’s darker blue uniform looked good on her. Peyton wasn't sure if she preferred the blue of their uniform or of her Analyst uniform. But right now she would have liked to have a Security Gauntlet and it's output increase it offered to standard side arms.
Then there was the team lead. Doctor Angela Baker was not only tall with well trained legs, but also had the bosom that would distract males at mixers. Pretty as her namesakes. Her chin long dark red hair was gorgeous. With Officers built like her Peyton understood why crews on starships were divided between the sexes.
She looked at herself. Shortest in this group. Likely shortest on the ship. She trained daily but still felt dumpy compared to many of the crew on the Bounteous. She wore her hair in a short pixie style. Her crush back home mentioned liking pixy cuts, so she had it styled to his preference. Seems he didn't mind long hair if it was on tall females. She just didn't see the point of changing it. Her friend Josie keeps telling her that her curvy form will likely attract many males to her. Peyton didn't see that, just plumpness despite her workout efforts.
Torrie's voice cut off her slipping to far into self pity. "Sensors detect a pile of usable metals and alloys just a short distance to the south. From the scattering I would say it's some sort of scrap yard."
"Corodadiates received, Dr. Baker?" MacPhee asked.
"Let's check it out. Fly in as low as possible to lower the chance of our shuttle being spotted." Dr. Baker commanded.
"Image refraction is on." Lewis advised.
"Good. Hopefully we can land, grab some samples and start back fairly quickly." Dr. Baker noted.
"I'll get the cutters and lifters ready for when we land." Russo noted.
"Good idea. Analyst Bell transmits the location of the find back to the ship then go help Russo." Dr. Baker commanded.
"Proceeding." Peyton replied. She finished transmitting and walked over to Russo. "How can I help?" she asked.
"Can you activate the lifters and adjust them for this planet's gravity?" Russo asked.
"Certainly." Peyton replied. It was a basic procedure after all.
MacPhee landed the craft light as a feather. MacPhee stayed with the shuttle in case they needed a quick retreat. They proceeded out and began to explore the pile of metal material. They were on a pile of different metals. Alloys and polymers mostly from her scans. But useful for materials for repairing the ship.
They had climbed down from a pile when Torrie announced, "This seems like the best mix of the pile here. We should get samples for testing and head back to the ship. Do you agree, Doctor?"
"I might be in command, but I know better then to question the expert." Dr. Baker replied.
"Why does that large cylinder seem familiar?" Security Lewis asked.
They all stopped and looked at the pillar. It was almost as tall as Peyton. She decided to scan it as Torrie answered. "It's a drink can."
"Dang, it's huge. We could bath in that thing." Russo noted.
The can was tin with some coloring materials. The metal could be useful. Inside as a carbonated liquid. Mostly water mixed with a processed corn syrup and sugars. Caffeine. Then Peyton noticed something that worried her. "Dr. Baker, we need to get back to the shuttle now."
"Why Analyst Peyton?" she asked.
"The contents of that can is 4.3 degrees celsius. Nearly fifteen degrees colder than the air. That's a fresh drink." she noted.
"OK, right. Double time to the shuttle. Lewis keep an eye out. Kendrick alert MacPhee." Dr. Baker noted as they started back up the pile back to the shuttle.
A scream and what sounded like pistol blasts. A monstrous heavy ow replied to the blasts. Then another scream. "That's enough of that little pretty. You wait in there. Likely with a ship like that you have friends around." was a loud male sounding voice.
"Doctor?" Russo asked.
"We need to find cover." she replied.
"There." Lewis pointed to a space between large metal plates.
They ran as fast as they could. Peyton looked behind them as a giant male stepped around the corner. "Oh, there's your friends." he noted to a bucket.
Peyton bolted as fast as her short legs would carry her. She ducked under with the others. Running to the back of the metal cave before stopping and looking. The towering humanoid beast was already just outside and reaching in.
Lewis and Torrie pulled their pistols and let loose their blasts at it's giant hand. "OW!" it bellowed. "Come out little ladies, I just want to talk. Learn about where you come from." it said. Something about how it's eyes gleamed as it looked into their sanctuary told her he had different thoughts.
"I'm connecting my pistol to my gauntlet." Lewis advised Dr. Baker.
"OK, we are out of it's reach for now. We have to find a way past it and back to the shuttle. Hopefully with Navigator MacPhee." Dr. Baker replied.
Peyton looked at the towering male. If he was one of their race she would say he was in his late teens early twenties. Puffy brown hair and unshaved facial hair. Too slim built to be a labour in a scrap yard. And the large square glasses and mix matching of his clothes spoke of a less socially skilled individual. Likely shy among his own kind. But they were not his kind. He smiled and her heart sank.
"Where did he go?" Russo asked.
"What's that sound?" Torrie asked.
"It sounds like he's doing something with great effort?" Dr. Baker noted.
"He's digging us out!" Torrie realized.
"Quick look for a deeper cave." Dr. Baker ordered.
It was too late. A massive metal roof moved off them and there he stood backed by a star filled sky. Lewis began to fire. He grunted off even the increased power of her pistol gauntlet combination as he wrapped his hand around her. Pulling her weapon from her hand and dropping it before placing her in the bucket.
They scattered. Peyton bolted to an overcropping. She watched as Kendrick's legs kicked wildly as he lifted her by her torso. His other hand dragged Dr. Baker by her legs out from another outcropping. They were placed in the bucket. He reached over her and a scream told her he had Russo. The Engineer struggled hard to free herself. But his one hand was too much for her.
Peyton hoped he missed her hiding. Didn't notice her. Males never noticed her when ladies like Torrie and Dr. Baker were around. This time she wanted that. Just this once could the universe keep that going.
No, of course not. His giant fingers dragged her out and wrapped around her body. She was terrified as he lifted her to his eye level. Several stories from the ground. If he let her drop, she would be dead. His eyes looked her over and a smile formed on his massive face. "I think you're the cutest of the bunch." he noted. Then she was in the dirty bucket. Sure, now a male thinks she is attractive compared to the others.
The improved cage swayed upsettingly as he walked. Russo pulled her pistol but Torrie stopped her. "It's no use. You’ll only annoy him at best. Worst, he'll drop the bucket."
"How is that worse?" Russo asked.
"The landing will likely kill us. Worse, if we live and it tumbles most of our bones will likely be shattered." Dr. Baker explained.
They were brought into a structure and placed down under a ceiling light and fan. The giant noted, "Be right back." and walked away.
"Quick. Russo give Lewis your gun. Kendrick, MacPhee help me help her climb out of the bucket." Dr. Baker commanded.
"Why?" Russo asked.
"She has the best chance with her training and gauntlet to get back to the shuttle and go for help." Dr. Baker explained.
Peyton's heart sank. "She won't have to go far for the shuttle." she said pointing. The giant was carrying the ship into the structure on his shoulder. Past them and into a door. From the sounds of it, down some wooden stairs.
"Well good. Less dangerous and closer. Let's move people." Dr. Baker urged.
Lewis grabbed the top with their help and flipped over the side. Her footsteps paddled away from the bucket. "Bell, your next." Dr. Baker suddenly informed.
"Why her?" Russo asked.
"No time to explain. Hurry." Baker countered.
Peyton was just flipping herself over the side when the door opened. She dropped and ran for cover of a giant paper tower. "Oh no you don't." the giant said with a snicker. Peyton was grabbed again and lifted up quickly. "Here, you can ride in here," he said, slipping her into a shirt pocket. She could just see over it's top. The bucket with her comrades looking disappointed. The room looked to be a primitive kitchen.
"Hey, ones missing." he noted. His body waved in what seemed like wide arches over the table. "There you are." he noted as he reached behind a wall of plastic containers. No, bottles, plastic bottles.
Lewis tried to run. Her gun was useless to his thick skin. But she was soon placed back into the bucket. He lifted the bucket to a room with a padded bench and a giant monitor. From the pile of blankets on the bench Peyton assumed he slept in this room. He placed it on a smaller table. He placed a book the size of a conference room over the top of the bucket. Then a statue of a scantily clad woman in a suggestive pose on top of that. Trapping her comrades.
She started scanning, hoping the shuttle would receive the data and transmit it to the ship. But she had no way of knowing if it was. The signal from the shuttle was in and out. Like the building was partially blocking it's broadcast.
He started clearing off a small stand or table beside the bench. He smiled at the space he made then traveled to some stairs. It was dark up in this level. He flicked a switch on the wall and went to a room. Inside was a scattering of things. He made a direct effort to one side.
Peyton's blood went cold. A glass box the size of a small building. He was after an empty fish tank. She knew what he was going to put in that instead of fish. He reached down then stopped.
She suddenly found his fingers surrounding her in his pocket. He lifted her and placed her into the tank. "There, you should be safe in there Pixy. Don't want to crush my new friends right." he said at her.
Her stomach swirled as he lifted the clear prison. He staggered a bit, then regained his balance. He carried it down to his living area. He placed the container on the space he cleared. Then he walked back to the stairs and went up them.
Soon he returned with what looked like a giant wheel, a rodent water bottle, and some foam. He placed the foam into the tank. Using some double sided adhesive he attached the wheel in the back. Then went to the kitchen area. Water began running. He came back with a wire bracket attached to some wood and the water bottle. He secured the wire bracket to the floor in a corner and attached the bottle. Peyton felt a little better about the bottle. He had clearly taken the time to give it a good washing before filling it.
He left again and she heard what sounded like items being poured. He returned with four bastions filled with what looked like dry food stuff. He placed them beside the water. And was gone again.
He returned with a rectangle square container filled with some grey dirt or stones. He had another smaller container with bits of paper shredded in it. He placed them in the opposite corner to the food. She worried what that was for.
"What do you think Pixy?" he asked with a smile.
"Please let us go. We mean no harm, we were just curious about your world." she begged.
"Oh that was just as I wanted. Ask me to let you go again and I'll think about it. Really beg." he said excitedly.
She knew better, but hoped he wasn't just toying with her. She folded her hands in front of herself and pleaded, "Please, we just want to go home. Please don't be cruel and let us go."
"Hmmm, perfect. Lets show your friends your temporary home." he clearly enjoyed her helplessness in a perverse way.
He took off the statue and book and brought the bucket over. One by one her away team joined her in the tank. He looked in and lowered his hand. "Guns, belts, and those techy looking watches now."
"Look sir. I am Dr. Angela Baker from Mestorn Alliance. We are guests on your planet. We would like to end this misunderstanding and leave your home as friends. What do you say?" Dr. Baker called up to him.
"Those glasses, do they do things?" he asked.
"They help me see?" she replied in confusion.
"Glasses too. Now or you're not leaving my friends." he ordered. An edge to his voice.
"LET US GO!" Russo screamed at him.
This made him smile. An unnerving smile. He was enjoying this completely. He snapped his fingers and waved his fingers at them. It was clear, he wanted those items now. Not discuss things.
"We better comply." Dr. Baker said with a sigh.
As they loaded their items into the giant bowled hand Peyton discreetly switched her scanner to keep taking readings and transmitting. It wasn't likely to result in anything. But she was starving for hope.
He placed the items into a small box and closed it. It was placed on the other side of the massive room. He returned and sat beside the tank. "Quick tour. Bed, food and drink, and toilet and paper to wipe. Tomorrow I'll start tinkering out a better set-up."
"How is that a toilet?" Lewis asked out loud.
"It's kitty litter, I used to have a cat. But it got out. Sadly around here, coyotes probably got her. It clumps when you pee in it. Luckily for you all I don't throw much out. I have an idea for a flushable solution. But it will take some time." he explained.
"So, we do our business in the open in that sand material?" MacPhee questioned.
"Either that or you wait till I get around to taking you to a sink and do it as I wait." he clarified.
"Now, Dr. What's your name, your incharge of this group?" he asked.
"Yes. Is there something I can do to help my comrades go home?" she replied.
"Yep." he said, grabbing her out. He grabbed her boot and started pulling it off her leg.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Taking your boots off to relax." he explained, taking her other footwear. He dropped them both into the tank.
"I'd be more relaxed if I was allowed to stand on my own." the Doctor replied.
Suddenly he grabbed the flap of her uniform and tugged. The snaps popped open easy to his strength. "I didn't say I was doing it to help you relax." he snicker.
Dr. Baker struggled, but it was no use. Her uniform dress was as good as gone once he picked her up, It flittered into the tank. He wrapped his fingers around her waist and slid them down her legs. Her issued leggins didn't resist his strength. The feet of the leggins dangled from her feet. He grabbed them and tugged them off. He dropped them and grabbed the Doctor. Flipping her in his hand. Her breast support looked to confuse him for a few seconds. But he was soon pinching the clasp open. She was flipped onto her back like a living child's toy.
As he pulled her last item of clothing from her, Dr. Baker asked in a distraught sounding voice, "Why are you doing this?"
"I've always had a tiny woman fetish. I always thought it was just a fantasy. Well, now with you lot, it's a reality." he purred. It sent shivers down Peyton's spine.
He started rolling Dr. Baker's breasts under his finger tips. "Oh wow those are firm for big tits." he cruelly praised.
He brought her up to his mouth with one hand. While the other undid his belt. His tongue pressed to her body. He dragged it up her torso and made circles with it over her chest. From the sounds and coating, he applied an obscene amount of saliva to the Doctor's chest.
He began to lower her. Peyton shook her head. Why was his undergarment being held open? Dr. Baker looked where she was headed then up to his face. "No, please don't do that. It's wrong."
He didn't stop and Dr. Baker slipped out of sight. He let go of the waistband of his undergarment. The hand holding Dr. Baker was still inside. It started raising and lowering slowly inside the loose covering. His head tilted back and a pleased look masked his face as he closed his eyes. "Oh yeah! Oh Yeah! That feels so good! Better than I even imagined." he stated to no one.
He pulled his empty hand out. He pulled the shorts tight along his front. Dr. Baker's pinned form could be seen pressed to what had to be his arousal hardened penis. He looked into the tank and smiled. "What should I do now that I'm relaxing?" he stated more than asked. Horribly he redid his pants, trapping the good doctor in with his manhood till he chose to free her.
He started to reach in when Russo screamed at him, "You better let us all go or when the others come you'll be in major trouble."
"So, what your saying is, there are more tiny women coming to become mine?" he cooed back.
"They'll have weapons and will be ready for you." she replied. Peyton wished it sounded more convincing.
"You had weapons, now your mine. I have your shuttle to study. Plus I have weapons and devices too." he was convincing.
"But they have better weapons." she countered.
He pushed her onto her back side. "Sush, I'm relaxing." he teased. Grabbing MacPhee.
The poor Navigator looked too terrified to even attempt to resist. He looked to understand that and giggled as he slowly wiggled her first boot off. He tossed it back into the tank then grabbed the other boot. He lifted her leg. Making it do little circles as he wiggled it off. He dropped the boot in.
He hooked a couple fingers around one of her long legs. He clearly enjoyed it's toned form as he slowly examined the leg’s every inch. Then the other. He grabbed both and ran his nose repeatedly up the backs of them. He then obscenely began pulling the leggings off of MacPhee. Humming gleefully as they began to slip out from under her uniform. Slowly they came off the Navigator's limbs.
He directed her bare legs to his mouth. Slipping both inside. His lips slid their entire length to just under her skirt. Then Peyton's stomach clenched as it looked like he started to chew. MacPhee sat up in his palm. Her expression was shock, not pain. She gave off strange, almost conflicted sounding whimpers. She slowly lowered back into his hand and laid there gasping in time with his jaw movements. He slid her long legs slowly out of his mouth. They looked soaked in his saliva. He smiled at her and licked his lips like he ate a sweet of some kind. "Human women don't taste like that." he noted with a chuckle.
He pinched the top of her uniform. Carefully he popped one snap at a time. MacPhee gave a tiny yip as each let go. He peeled it off her like the rine of a ripe piece of fruit. Flipping her onto her stomach to slip it from her arms. A quick pinch and her support was open. He lifted her in one hand as it was left in the other to be dropped into the tank.
Back into what must be his off hand. His other ran fingers admiringly over her naked body. "Firm set on you too. Must be something about our race huh?" he noted as he molested the Navigator. He admired her legs again. He lifted her by those legs and folded her. His fingers coiled in his holding hand to hold them in place. Her back side was then slowly petted. He would pause from time to time to squeeze her cheeks together.
He let her go and held his pinky before her. "I'm going to fuck you with this. Beg me to be gentle." he commanded.
Fuck wasn't a word in their language. But Peyton knew what it meant from his expression. So did MacPhee, "No please, that's too big. You'll kill me."
"I'll just use the tip. You'll like it, bigger is better right?" he tormented.
"Please no. Please!" she whimpered.
"It's going in. If you resist I'll be rough. If you spread your legs and let me in, I'll be gentle. Side advice, act like it's the best fucking you've ever gotten and I'll get all excited. Then I'll have to put you down to get unexcited." he explained.
Peyton could see how hard MacPhee was trembling from there as the blonde slowly parted her legs and pressed her toes into the heel of his holding palm. His fingers coiled to brace her in place.
He slowly moved the massive digit toward her womanhood. Twirling it as it approached. Once there he petted along her outer edge. "That feels nice doesn't it." he ordered.
"Oh, yes, really nice." MacPhee complied with worried tones.
He wasn't judging her acting; it seemed as he pressed it tighter. "Are you a good girl or a dirty slut?" he asked.
"Which would you prefer?" she begged.
"Oh, I'm hoping you're a good girl. Nice and tight on my pinky. Nervous about what is about to happen. But love it once I start." he advised.
"I'm a very good girl. Please don't hurt me, I'll be very good for you." she begged.
Peyton cringed as the tip of the finger poked inside Macphee. The Navigator gasped loudly as more was pushed into her. The giant smiled and started working the end inside the leggy blonde. MacPhee mumbled oh sounds as he played inside her.
"Tell me you like it!" he commanded.
"I like it! It feels really good! I really like it!" she complied.
"Show me you like it!" he demanded.
The Navigator arched herself in his hand and began moaning obscenely with his pumping. "Yes! It's so big and thick! Too thick and big for my good girl vagina! Feels so good!'' She praised for her life.
Suddenly he quickened his pace. The Navigator started barking oh sounds as he stroked her sensitive insides. "Feels good huh? You like that don't you blondie!" he gleefully stated. He looked happy with her reactions despite her not answering him. She suddenly pressed her hands into his fingers and pushed to clear strain as her body arched.
He pulled his finger free as MacPhee looked more defeated then satisfied. "See, told you that you would like it." he told her and placed her back into the tank.
He undid his pants and pulled them and his undergarment down. Dr. Baker looked relieved for the fresh air till he pressed her with his hand against his erect penis. His hand started dragging her up and down the shaft of his manhood. "Yeah your big tits feel good! Yes your melons, well maybe melon balls at your size. I don't care right now, I'm just going to cum on them." he ranted.
He wrapped the Doctor to the tip of his penis. Quickly grabbing some white paper sheets he wrapped them around her body. He shuttered and made strange sounds. Peyton realized he was ejactulating. Covering the poor Doctor with his released semen. Once he finished he peeled the poor doctor and the sheets back. Her face and tops of her breasts were white with his release. "Oh perfect! Just as I always imagined." he celebrated with himself.
He coiled her back along his manhood. Grabbing MacPhee he walked to another room. He returned and placed the water damp pair back into the tank. "Well, let's take a moment to look at your ship huh? That felt too good not to want more. Besides, depending on how many I catch I might make some good money selling a few of you to some friends of mine." He left the room.
Peyton walked over and sat on the foam. Tears began trickling down her cheeks. She wanted to be saved. But not if it would trap others of the crew with that horrible monster. An arm over her shoulder. Torrie hugged her tight as she was crying too. Peyton could tell even with her blurry eyes, all of them were crying.