Page 4 of My Tiny Giant

We’d arrived in this part of the Galaxy almost eleven months ago. By now, we had become a family. The guys of my unit truly were like brothers to me. I wouldn’t think twice about stripping to my bra and underwear to go for a dip in the river with them.

The presence of Ravils, however, changed things.

Something about shedding off my armor in front of Agan felt especially unsettling.

“Thanks. I’m good.” I shook my head inside my helmet, staring anywhere but at his now completely naked body.

“Suit yourself, Eleven.” Agan slapped me on the shoulder once again. “When you’re in the City of Voran on Neron, look me up. If I’m there, we’ll get a drink together. Voran is short on female company. Thankfully, our base there has a female entertainment unit. Ravil girls are the best in the Universe. Have you ever been with one?”

“No.” His words made me cringe inside my armor.

I’d heard about the Ravil entertainment units that accompanied their army bases outside of Tragul. The sole purpose of the units appeared to be to entertain soldiers away from their home world. From the comments I’d heard, I gathered the units were similar to the army brothels some nations used to have on Earth, long ago—a tragic part of human history.

Agan had obviously assumed I was a man, and I had no desire to prove him wrong at this point. I simply wished to have as little to do with this man as possible.

“You should meet Ravil girls. I’ll introduce you to some.” With another slap that reverberated through my entire suit, Agan dashed to the water. His long tail with a tuft of long fur on the tip swished through the air.

“Pixie,” Rick appeared at my side, naked like the rest of them. “Are you going to tell him you’re a girl?” He grinned, pointing with his chin in Agan’s direction. “Or should I?”

“No, just leave it.” I waved him off. A man like Agan was unlikely to take lightly me being a woman, and I had very little patience for judgmental assholes. There was no need for any added tension, especially since we might never go on another mission together, anyway. “Whatever he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I moved the suit’s shoulders in a shrug.

“As you wish.” Rick laughed, running past me to the water.

For a second, I blankly stared at Rick’s naked butt, which was suspiciously as well-tanned as the rest of him. I then moved my gaze to the river, catching myself searching for Agan among the large, golden-tawny bodies of the Ravils.

He dove out of the water, shaking the droplets out of his dark-blond mane. Sun caught in the rivulets as they ran down his wet fur, charting their way between the ridges and the valleys in the remarkable landscape of the well-defined muscles of his torso.

It was highly unfortunate that an unpleasant man like him would inhabit a perfect body like that—a crying shame, really.

Chapter 2

“R EADY FOR PICKUP IN ten minutes.” The announcement came through my suit’s communication system.

Turning the speakers all the way up, I got off my rock and waved toward the river, filled with swimming males, both Ravils and humans.

“Hey, guys!” I yelled at them, signaling it was time to get out.

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