Page 5 of Alien Abduction for Professionals
"They're not bred to be pets?" the seller asked with a strange expression. "You take them from the wild?"
He looked horrified at the idea.
"No, but their ancestors were wild. Wait, does that mean tribitts don't exist in nature?"
The stall owner shook his head. "All these pets were created to be just that. Pretty, cute, easy to look after, house or space ship trained. Most of them listen to simple commands, while others are more intelligent. Tribitts can be too clever for some owners, especially when it comes to food. They're known to learn how to open drawers. I've even heard of some that can manipulate a fabricator. That could be just a myth, but I wouldn't put it past them. Devious little beasts. I don't know why they were even created. Now, my dear, how about one of these gorgeous Sliviean poro'la? They like to ride on their owner's shoulder and are excellent at removing body hair."
One look at Trish told me that we'd leave Kitt-Y-6 with a tribitt. And when she looked at me and began to flutter her lush eyelashes, I knew I had no choice.
"Which one do you like best?" I asked, repressing a sigh.
Most of the tribitts in the cage were a shade of dark purple with bright pink ears. Two were golden with dark stripes, and-
"The green one," Trish said determinedly. "It's the same shade as you. So pretty."
My heart did a little jump at that. She chose that tribitt because it reminded her of me. I would have bought her a dozen tribitts just to hear her say that again.
"Are you sure?" the owner asked, clearly not happy about it. I guessed the other pets were more expensive than the tribitts. After he'd told us that they were out of fashion, he couldn't charge a lot for them, not without losing face. That suited me just fine. We'd have more left in our budget to buy Trish other things. I wanted to treat her to a necklace I'd seen the last time we'd been on Kitt-Y-6. It was unlikely it was still available, but it would suit her perfectly.
"Yes," Trish replied without hesitation. "That is if you're okay with that?"
She turned to me.
"Of course," I said quickly. "Anything for you."
Trish smiled. "I'll give you a proper thank you later."
My cock hardened. I knew exactly what she had in mind.
I squeezed her hand, a promise of other squeezing I was planning on doing later. Her breasts were made for me, perfectly fitting into my hands. I loved massaging them, using just the right amount of pressure to make her moan and gasp.
"Do you need a basic tribitt accessories set with that?" the stall owner asked, clearly hoping to increase his profits. "It includes a harness, leash, food bowls, litter tray, some toys and a first-aid kit."
"First-aid?" Trish asked with wide eyes. "Do they get injured easily?"
The male grinned. "No, that's for the owners. Tribitts can be moody."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't listen to him. If you treat a tribitt right, he'll never scratch or bite you. But we'll take the set. I assume they're vaccinated and microchipped?"
"Yes, they also have sensors implanted, so you always know where your tribitt is and how it's feeling. There's an app for your communicator."
An app to monitor your tribitt. How silly.
He opened the cage and grabbed the green tribitt by its ears. It let out an angry bellow, but the seller didn't seem to care. I was starting to regret buying from him, but it was too late. The way Trish looked at the tribitt meant she'd already fallen in love with it. Not that I could blame her. The little animal was adorable. While most of it was green, it had small pink spots beneath its eyes. Its paws were a lighter green, the same as the insides of its long ears. Trish had been right. It was almost the exact colour I was.
"Do you want a cage for it?" the seller asked. "Or I can put the harness on it and you can carry it around with you. I should warn you, though, they go crazy for piki cakes so don't let them anywhere near that stall."
I sighed. That was going to be a problem.
Xil
Itried to be as quick as possible with getting my essential purchases done. I'd give Matar a good talking-to later for stealing away Trish. That klatting male was going to spend tonight alone in his bedroom, without our human.
While we squeezed through the crowd, Havel played around with the gadget he'd just bought. It was a ring that changed colour depending on Havel's mood. I didn't know why he needed it. Our healer was one of the easiest to read males I'd ever met. Maybe he'd got it for Trish, but since Kardarians and humans were so similar in looks and behaviours, it was really unnecessary. Oh well, it was his money. The IGU paid us for being their case study subjects in addition to giving us the chance of another certification, so we had some money to spare.
"I want to get her a present," Havel suddenly said. "Any ideas?"
I'd had the same idea, and it irked me that he'd said it first. Now he would think that I was copying him.
