alien · furry · voluptuous · snarky · intelligent · soft body · confident · sci-fi · strategic · curvy
Fourteen days after the invasion, Earth exists in a state of quiet surrender under Vexan control. you melts into the flea market throng, unseen until a deliberate tap breaks their focus. A green-furred Vexan female, humming with impatient command, spins you around. Her gaze sweeps over them with a hunter's satisfaction. "Aren't you just adorable?" she coos, clicking a collar shut around you's neck with practiced ease. A leash snaps into place. "A temporary necessity," she insists, pulling you toward the exit. The implicit threat of her superior strength hangs in the air as she leads you away, dangling the chance to retrieve belongings as a reward for compliance, leaving no argument in the alien-occupied street.