My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Atrexu (SciFi BBW Alien Romance) (3 page)

“But that's not even the worst part,” the prince continued. “The worst part is that I
do
want a wife. I
need
one! I long for the female! Casual rolls in the hay with occasional young women are well and good, but I have tired of that. I want a wife, a true female, a mother for my children, a true partner for the rest of my life. A woman to hold and to come home to after months of conquest. A woman who has a different shape than me, who is rounder and softer, so that coming home to her gives me a sense of occasion, a feeling that I have protected something worth protecting, something valuable, something worth
loving!
”

He paced up and down the floor. “I need a wife. The Empire needs a princess. But this way,” he gestured irritatedly in the direction of the banquet hall where the function had taken place, “this way will not work if the ones I saw today are the best ones. And what of my soldiers? I know them, Ev'ax. They are just like you and me – they want real women, true females with womanly shapes. With the current fashion in force, they have little choice but to-” The prince suddenly stopped, and his head whipped around. “What did you say?” he snapped and stared at Ev'ax.

Ev'ax racked his brain. What had he said before the Prince's rant? “I think I said something about your taste in women.”

“Yes, and then? About fashion?”

“Oh, just a theory of mine. If you, an Imperial Crown Prince and the Heir Apparent, were to be seen preferring women with a little more...
heft
to them, it might become fashionable in the whole empire. It has frequently happened that the ideas and preferences of royals had a major impact on both fashion and culture. You're in a unique position to change many things. This is one of them.”

The prince stared even harder at his friend. “Are you saying that if I were to be seen, say, marrying a full-figured woman and making her my princess and the mother of my heirs, it might become the fashion among women to try to look like her?”

Ev'Ax shrugged. “It might. In fact, I think it would be inevitable. You carry an immense power of example. And it would be a relief to all the women in your empire to be able to enjoy the occasional meal without worrying about their figure.”

“And if there were more attractive women around,”, the prince pondered, “my soldiers would have a greater variety of women to marry! Each man could choose his preferred woman, based on personality and shape and all those other things that are so important to us males. Now
that
would be a proper reward for the gallant men who have followed me and conquered all those worlds! And for the young women of our Empire, who have supported the fighting men with their letters and gifts and carefully made garments. There will be no need to diet themselves half to death to meet the beauty criteria that are randomly imposed on them. No one will be ridiculed because they have a chunky shape. They will be both envied and emulated. It will be a healthier society! Every woman can be her shape, the one she prefers, the one that's
her!
”

The prince's mood had changed completely. Now he stood tall, an excited blush on his cheeks, imagining the future he would try to create.

“Yes, certainly,” Ev'ax said dryly. It was sometimes his duty to pull the prince down from the heights of impossible dreams. “But the problem remains: There are no such women in the Empire. There are no humans, at least, as the endless presentations today shows. And I can't imagine that you propose to marry a non-human.”

The prince shook his head. “I don't. We couldn't procreate, for one thing. No, it has to be a human woman. A good, fluffy young human woman with heavy breasts and a big, round behind and a face with dimples that grow deeper when she smiles...”

“I can only assume that you mean a woman from outside the Empire.”

The prince lifted his chin, as if in defiance. “If necessary.”

“That might present you with... difficulties.”

“I know that, of course. But the future of the Empire is at stake. And the right for women not to starve themselves. And the right for all my loyal men to find good and attractive women to marry.”

“Certainly a goal worthy of a prince.” Ev'ax knew that once Prince Ar'Ric had decided something, he would pursue it until he succeeded. It was one reason the empire had expanded dramatically since he was given command of the Fleet. And Ev'ax himself found the idea appealing. He, and all the men under his command, strongly preferred woman with feminine shapes. They were hard and lean themselves, and wanted something different in their partners, something feminine. “If you're set on this, I recently heard some news that might interest you. It was in the general staff briefing.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“A new human world has been discovered. It's a luscious planet with great, blue oceans and a breathtaking beauty. It's far away, too, but not too far for us to take a little trip there and consider the possibilities.”

“That sounds ideal!”

“They only have one space station, but it contains about ten thousand individuals. It might give us a clue to whether the females on that world are attractive women or just dry twigs like ours. It will take us about five days to get there and back.”

“Five days that we would otherwise spend being introduced to dry twigs, as you call them. We'll take the fastest civilian ship we have. Better not go there in a military vessel, they might not understand. You, me, and a pilot. It could be the most important expedition of our careers.”

There was a knock on the door, and the prince yelled 'enter' in his battle voice. The Duke of Hyp slunk inside, smiling obsequiously and bowing clumsily.

“Dear cousin,” he creaked. “It gladdens me to see you still standing strong.”

“Hyp,” the prince said in a curt greeting. “Why should I not still be standing? Surely you haven't succeeded in poisoning me yet?”

“Ha ha,” the duke laughed nervously. “It pleases the Crown Prince to jest. Such a wonderful sense of humor, just like your father, the Emperor. No, Your Highness, it's just that I know how little you care for these occasions such as we had today. Why, it's so long since I've seen you at court, I thought perhaps you had disappeared somewhere in the darker reaches of the galaxy.”

The prince nonchalantly sat down in an armchair. “No such luck, Hyp. I'll live to be Emperor, don't you worry. Well, now you've checked that I'm still alive. Can I be of service with anything else before you leave?”

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” The duke looked from Ar'Ric to Ev'Ax and back again, feigned horror on his face. “A romantic tryst, perhaps? I'm so sorry, cousin. It seems that you prefer the company of
men.
I suppose today's long parade of the most attractive young women in the Empire must seem repulsive to you. It causes me to wonder, in all innocence, as I know that many others also do, if you wouldn't be happier with a role that was more... withdrawn? One that didn't require you to, say, produce an
heir?
Because the idea of having to be in such close contact with a woman surely must seem downright offensive to you. I say this only as a most caring member of your family, of course, and also as a patriot who wants nothing more than for the Empire to be in good and safe hands. Safe and steady hands, with someone who is willing to shoulder the heavy responsibilities that you seem to shirk... Oh, I'm sorry, I see I made you angry. I mean no offense, but you can hardly blame me for speaking honestly. Will you not put down your heavy burden and step down as Heir Apparent, letting the next man in line prepare to rule the Empire?”

“The next man being
you,
of course,” the prince scoffed. “The company I keep is no concern of yours, Hyp. And while
I
take responsibility for expanding the Empire and defend its borders,
you
prefer to while away the days isolated in your palace, if you're not busy cooking up intrigue at the Imperial court. I know you have a burning desire to replace me as the Heir Apparent, but I'm still young. I can still find a woman who's worthy of becoming an Imperial princess and later Empress. In fact, Colonel Ev'Ax and I were just discussing an expedition with that exact purpose.”

“I see,” the Duke said, shaking his head sadly. “My patriotic and deeply felt petition has fallen on deaf ears. I suppose you think all problems of state can be solved with military expeditions. Well, we shall see. I take my leave, Your Highness, urging you to consider your position more seriously. Perhaps in time you will become more reasonable. If not, events may take a course of their own. Farewell.” The duke bowed deeply and scurried out of the room.

“That is a most disagreeable person,” the prince observed.

“Indeed,” Ev'Ax agreed. “But was it wise to inform him of your plans?”

“Probably not. But he provoked me. Well, it's not like he can do anything to stop us.”

The young colonel frowned. “Hmm. He came pretty close to threatening you. I don't trust that man, Ar'Ric. He spreads rumors and keeps plotting your downfall.”

“He does. And he always has. But I'm not worried. I think he's more talk than action.”

“Words have power. There is something unwholesome about that duke. As if he's not completely... sane.”

The prince got to his feet. “I have often thought the same thing, Ev'Ax. But let's not waste more time on him. We have an expedition to plan, one that just might crush his crazy ambitions once and for all.”

T
he commander of the Tellus Station had a large office with giant windows on three walls. Right now, it gave a spectacular view of the Earth on one side, the Moon on the other and black space straight ahead behind her. Emily was stunned. She had never been in the office before, and no other part of the space station had a view quite like this.

Commander Chevalier herself was a thin woman in her fifties. Her uniform was deep blue and made to measure, unlike Emily's own baggy overalls and utility belt with the mundane tools of her unglamorous trade. The commander lay back in her very comfortable-looking chair and sent Emily a short glance, looking her up and down. She lazily grabbed a pad from her desk.

“Yeah... Henderson, isn't it? No, uhmm... let's see... Jameson, right?”

“Fallon, ma'am.”

“What? There's no one by that name here... Oh yes, here we go. Emma Fallon.”

“Emily, ma'am.”

“Whatever.” She read on her pad. “Cleaner... Maintenance section... Cadet Meller in charge... Two years served...” The commander read for a while, then frowned.

“Hmm. I see here that your former superior, Sergeant Hoff, gave you very good performance reviews. She writes that you're eager, competent, pro-active, responsible... But then, after Cadet Meller took over, your performance dropped off completely. Lazy, sloppy, unpopular, he says. Unappealing, even.” The commander glanced up at Emily once more, plainly taking in her curvy shape. “And I think I can guess what he means.”

She read for a few more seconds, then put her pad down and fixed Emily with a cold stare.

“You understand, of course, that with performance reviews like the one Cadet Meller has prepared I can't possibly promote you. Because of your previous performance reviews, which have been positive, I will not dismiss you from space service here and now, but you can consider yourself on probation for the next two years. If you don't improve considerably, I will not hesitate to send you back to Earth for good.”

Emily felt her jaw drop. On probation for two years? No promotion? All because of that jerk Meller?

“But ma'am, Cadet Meller is a bul-”

“Be quiet,” the commander snapped. “I will not have a future officer badmouthed by a common cleaner. I have full confidence in Cadet Meller. His background is quite impeccable. Why, his father owns six car dealerships! And his mother is a former vice president of the Justice For The Wealthy charity. Whereas your family is, shall, we say, not
quite
as illustrious. You should be grateful for having such a man as your immediate superior. Be inspired by his leadership! Follow his example of hard work and sacrifice! His part of the maintenance division is the best performing one of all, despite containing you. That is all; you can leave now.”

“But ma'am-”

The commander slapped the desk with her hand. “No, that's it from you. You're lucky I'm this lenient. I've sent people down for less than this. And for space's sake, lose some weight! Many aliens from other civilizations come here, and they might spot you in the background. Consider what kind of first impression they get of our civilization if the first thing they see is your fat behind. In fact, you're banned from even entering the alien section from now on. You will limit yourself to the common departments of this station. Dismissed.”

“T
here it is.” The starship pilot pointed. “That's their space station. They call it Tellus. It's an ancient name for their planet, I gather. Just under ten thousand humans live there, as well as a few hundred aliens. Been up for less than six years, and they're still building it. It looks primitive, of course, but we should keep in mind that they've only been a space-faring species for ten years or so, except some early activity that never amounted to much.”

“How the hell do you know all these things? Wasn't this civilization just discovered?” Ev'Ax marveled. Ber'Ain wasn't just one of the best pilot in the Imperial Navy, he also seemed to have an endless memory and would never lose any piece of information. He was a new acquaintance to both Ev'Ax and the prince, but already he had proven himself and didn't need to use the royal honorifics in private.

“Yes, just five days ago. Scout ship from the 203
^rd
Exploration Flotilla. They got some info from the Deplo aliens, who were apparently the first to contact this world. It's not often that we discover a whole planet of humans, so I took special note.”

“They're complete humans? Just like us?”

“So it seems. No major differences. Same variety of skin tones and facial structures that we have.”

The prince looked at Ev'ax, an excited smile on his face. “Except they may have real women, right? Any information about that, Ber'Ain? The fashions when it comes to the shape of their females?”