I'm Not Your Pet!

Hugo I’m not saying I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the three years I’ve spent in captivity on a pleasure planet, shaking my money-maker for intergalactic patrons… but, I mean, it hasn’t been all bad. The jelly donuts were a perk. And granted, I didn’t really know what I was signing up for when I agreed to be purchased by the sexy pink shark-man, but things seem to be looking up. Even though we don’t speak each other’s languages, he seems pretty nice—if his sharp-toothed smiles and gentle touches are anything to go by. If only I could get my hands on a translator device so I could ask him what exactly his intentions are. I truly hope I’m not just a pet! Roark The moment I set eyes on my fluffy-haired, spotted, little huu-man, sitting so sad in his glass prison, I knew I needed to free him, to make him mine. To rid him of this godawful planet and show him a life outside of gilded cages. But as captain of a space voyager, my missions are dangerous and it will be difficult to keep my small mate safe. He’s so full of life and excitement and curiosity, but he’s also fragile and soft. He must be protected at all costs. And no matter how badly my hearts ache to claim him, I worry if maybe a life with me would just be a different sort of prison.