This is the lore you might need to know.

Mondo Ridotto (Literally "Reduced World") is set 1000 years into the future.

In these 1000 years the world society has passed a new Middle Ages derived from socio-economic chaos. The males can not communicate with the women because their voices play at too high frequencies and after the new Middle Ages the society has reduced the Homo Sapiens Minor in a role of  pet/food/object, forgetting and losing every memory of the time when he had the same female size. He is considered a by-product of human reproduction and the the lack of communication and tradition does not allow anyone to consider men as beings endowed with self-consciousness. 

That sounds like a pretty standard plot, I admit. But this is just a pretext to narrate a more complex world.

In this future, female humanity (after a long dark period) has expanded throughout the solar system. The Earth is the economic and political center of the solar system, but there are settlements everywhere. On Mars, for example, on the moon but also on the moons of gas giants, in the belt of asteroids as well. There are many space stations (mostly in the form of O'Neill Cylinder and Stanford Torus): orbiting around the Earth, Venus or Mercury.
Island One is the most important of all. It is not only the political and administrative capital of the solar system, but also the home of the richest and most powerful women of all humanity.
The technology is very advanced: The manipulation of gravity has allowed very fast space travel (at the minimum distance of the two planets, the journey from Earth to Mars takes 6 days) and medical science, genetics, robotics has allowed women to enjoy long life, perfect health and optimal bodies. The richest women in humanity can even live virtually forever and keep an eternally youthful aspect.

In contrast to female society, there is the male part of humanity. The genetic modification of the male body has brought about numerous changes. In the female womb, 60 to 100 male children are born for every female daughter. These are usually sold to pet shops, which pay well for this "material", or to small associations that raise them and then release them into the wild. Or, they are simply thrown away with the placenta and collected by wild men.

For one reason or another, there are a great many - though less than those kept in captivity - males who live in nature (or in the cavities of female buildings or even in sewers) and these have ended up by creating their own civilizations. But they never evolved technologically like women's ones. They live as opportunists, cultivating, hunting and manufacturing, of course, but also taking advantage of food and objects from the female world. A bit like in the series The borrowers.

Males, both wild and domestic, have an average height of 7 cm (or 2.7 inches). Their eyes are entirely black, entirely covered by the pupil.  They have a fast metabolism, they are stronger than they would be at female size (they can lift on average 10 times their weight... This means that they can lift weights of about 10 grams.) and their life, under optimal conditions, can reach up to 230 years. But almost all of them die much, much earlier because of the women, accidents, hunger or prey of bigger animals.

Their most important characteristic, however, concerns their nervous and vocal systems. Being smaller, they have very fast reflexes, very fast mental processes and the frequency of their voice is too high for women to hear. This, along with the cultural tradition, convinces women that man - or Homo Sapiens Minor - is an animal without intellect or self-awareness.
So there is little empathy for them on average. This allows women to use them as food, toys or pets.
And this despite the fact that it is clear that they know how to build objects and solve problems. The common culture, just as it has happened in the past, even influences science and the few women who have documented male intellectual abilities have been ostracized and mocked.

This is what I can summarize to you here, without having to write a whole treatise on the lore of my story.
This short story is set on Island One

The grass in the lawn shook violently under the pressure of the powerful repulsor fields. The flycar gently laid on the ground. In a couple of seconds the engine went out and the skates' suspension unloaded all the weight of the vehicle on the lawn, bringing back the silence on a silent night. 

"We're here, ma'am. It's..." exclaimed, atonic, the cabbie, shifting towards the passenger area. 

Her client annoyingly raised her hand, continuing the conversation that took all her attention in the last twenty minutes. The cabbie snorted, waving the purple tuft of hair that caressed her cheek. She shifted around again and, exhausted, let her body sinking into the comfortable anatomical backrest. It always happened so, with her rich customers. She closed her eyes for a moment, losing herself in the murmur of the customer's indistinct words. 

Outside the flycar, the night and silence enveloped everything. The still grass covered sweet hills for whole acres, up to the limit of a forest of maples and alders. Perfectly shaped bushes, modelled as statues of women, heroines and classical goddesses flanked a gravel path of white and pink quartz, alternated with low garden lamps that lit up the path to the huge villa of the customer. From the ground you just could see the facade, but the cabbie had been able to see the entire estate from above: although there were much larger villas at Venus Hill, this was as imposing as a palace of the past times. The cabbie thought of her home: the modest suburb apartment, overlooking a tiny playground and Korean kitchen kiosk. Her entire flat complex was just one-fifth only of the main body of the mansion. 

The cabbie looked down on the monitor. By pressing a button on the hologram, the passenger area camera framed her passenger. She looked like it had come out of a painting, considering how sumptuously beautiful it was. Tall, blonde, with cerulean eyes shining of nobility in a face with pure white skin and without a single imperfection. Her dress was a single gold and emerald drape, shining with thousands of little gems sewn into the fabric, while jewels surrounding her chest, arms and legs. She looked young, but the cabbie wasn't able to speculate about her age: no one could. Thanks to genetic therapies, cell regeneration and every treatment that billions of credits could buy, the woman could be as fifty as one hundred years old. And yet she would show twenty-five years as long as the money would have lasted. Which probably meant forever. 
Choosing if and when to age or even die was the exclusive privilege of the richest women in the Solar System. 

"No, Liz." The woman said to the hologram projected in front of her mouth, attracting the attention of the cabbie." I want that diamond. It doesn't happen every day that a barrel size diamond comes out from an asteroid" 

The woman stood silent, letting the other person speak.  

"That's right. Owning it, but above all showing it off, is essential. Don't you think that donating it to science is a huge waste?"  

One more long break. 

"Exactly. The cuts that can be made from that gemstone will be much more enhanced on me than on a stupid laboratory table. And as the owner of that area of the Belt, and therefore of the diamond, I assure you that giving it to me will be much more profitable than using it for silly scientific research.  
Oh, honey... I'm serious. To begin with, the sum I offer you is more than generous. Plus a... Birdie... told me that most of your workers on Mars are led by a labor union that is currently quiescent, but equally annoying. An union that on more than one occasion has made silly insinuations about hypothetical inhuman living conditions. An union that, coincidentally, has its own buildings on one of my properties. As well as the hospital a few blocks from there... and five local schools, pubs, shops and a good part of the city's buildings." 

For those people it would be, of course, a misfortune to see the rent of those properties go dizzily up: being evicted, having to sleep somewhere under the Martian sky... Or, on the contrary, it would be a misfortune for you if those poor souls were relieved of the anguish of having to pay a rent or even receiving a donation. I bet this would give them more serenity to face other more important issues, such as... oh, I don't know... getting less exhausting working conditions or, the goddess doesn't want, a fair wage. Don't you think? Think about it, my dear. Carefully" 

The cabbie shifted off the monitor, disgusted. Even just hearing a conversation like that made her feel dirty. Inside. It wasn't the first time she felt so. Not even the hundredth. Every time she had to bring a filthy rich to Venus hill, she felt something: excerpts of conversations, words said and not said. And, in the following days, the news showed her the consequences of those words, last piece of a domino that fell out of the will of the richest and most powerful women of the Solar System. She gulped, feeling the umpteenth pin in her throat. Her work had annihilated her faith in humanity. 
But it was, at least, a very well paid job. And the need for money is a great sleeping pill for morality.  

The Taxi agency she worked for served a huge territory, but recently had specialized in the transport of VIPs. People who could afford golden transport, preferred to adapt to an anonymous taxi to escape the varied crowd of journalists, photographers, questors and annoyances. All women who besieged their lives at the entrance or exit of events, parties, dances and social occasions. It was an easy job, after all. Sometimes it happened to have to lose someone on her flycab's tail, but most of the time she only had to load a woman from the back of a swanky building and take her at home. Nothing more than she did with any other customers. The difference, if anything, was in the compensation. 
Those were not customers who questioned the price of a race some credit too high. On the contrary: they were women who had no idea how much life cost at levels below their own. 
Many cabbies raised the price of the race. When they paid, they increased the price by one hundred, two hundred, three hundred percent. And no VIP customer had ever complained. All of them had placed their hands on the reader and paid. She too had done it: her customers didn't even look at the taximeter with the real cost of the race. They paid with the naturalness of someone who has never spent a single minute of her life worrying about how much she spend. 
The cabbie thought it was a good karma for those who had the power to ruin so many lives with a single phone call. A right karma that entered to green her bank account, always too empty. 

The client lifted a hand to her ear and the hologram vanished into a cloud of colored sparks. She brought her hand to her feet, to pick up from the bottom of the taxi the very expensive high heels that she had been slipped out for the trip. 

"I can't say it has been a pleasure, Miss" 

The cabbie didn't answer. 

"Was it really necessary to stay bottled up in all that traffic? That's a FLYcab, isn't it? She could get out of the flow and fly straight to here" 

The cabbie suffocated her instinct to reply her. Getting out of the air traffic flow was a serious breach of the traffic code. It was worthy of an immediate withdrawal of flying licence. And the police officers weren't soft with the sanctions on Island One. But it would have been useless to explain it to who had probably never driven in her life. 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am." 
"Also" the woman interrupted" I advise you to take better care of the hygiene of the vehicle, nauseating, by the way, and buy yourself a better beast to entertain your customers" 

The woman gave a little kick with her foot and under the driver's seat echoed a little thud, then another, as a bounce. While the lady was wearing her high heels again, the figure of a tiny male dazed from the kick staggered out from under the seat, until it placed its hands on the foot's side of the cabbie. The tiny fell to the ground curling up against the driver's shoe, who gave a gentle flick to the little body, more to comfort it than to make sure it was okay. 

"It's five hundred credits, madam" exclaimed the cabbie 
"Ah! For the service you've offered me, miss, four hundred credits is more than enough. And forget the tip" 

The cabbie got off the flycar and opened the passenger's door. The woman picked up the pouchette and placed her hand on the small sphere next to the seat to pay for the ride. The sphere lit green up and the cabbie offered an hand to get her out of the aircraft. The woman walked elegantly along the gravel path of her house, making every step crackle. She muttering something about the disrespectful and slacker youth, while the cabbie stretched out a hand at the bottom of the taxi. She gently grabbed the tiny male and, taking care not to move it too brusquely, puts it in the cage tied to the passenger seat next to hers.  
She sat down at the cloche, reset the taximeter from 35 credits again to zero and a few seconds later the flycab flew away brushing against the tops of the trees. 

The cabbie breathed out, as if she had held her breath until then. In the seat next to her, the tiny pet ran around its cage, troubled, until it had entered the green plastic house inside, to wrap itself in the tissue that was its bed. 

"It has been an hard evening, hasn't it, Pip?" 

Pip raised its head. From inside the little plastic house it could only see the side and the leg of its owner, but it still made a verse that seemed sad and disconsolate to the cabbie. 

"Yes, I know. She wasn't a kind lady. But now my shift is almost over. One more hour and we'll go home. And we'll drop ourselves to bed, all right?" 

The Tiny made a more cheerful verse, as if it had understood the owner. The cabbie smiled. 
It was good for her to talk to her little pet during the long hours of the night shift. It kept her awake and alert and when she spoke to it, the stress collected in the traffic just slipped away. It didn't matter that it was an animal and that it didn't really understand or speak: it was therapeutic. Sometimes she would engage in whole discussions with Pip, when she was alone and no one could take her for a fool. The tiny guy carefully listened to her, emitting those shrill verses that she found so adorable. 
And then there was that gaze.  
Alive, curious: years before she had a parrot with which she spoke, exactly as she did with Pip, but it had never shown that slight shadow of intelligence that made the little male seem more... alive. Perhaps, she thought, being a species more akin to the human one made the difference. Or maybe it was just pareidolia and she saw intelligence where there was none just because Pip looked like - approximately - a woman. 

The cabbie flew over Venus Hill, full of huge and precious villas, and headed to the city park on the other side, where her special place awaited her. Fronds and winding paths ran under the flycab, free to fly without traffic that could disturb it. In a couple of minutes, the forest left way to a big terrace surrounded by the wood. A small parking area was flanked by a night kiosk and picnic tables. A banister with small coin-operated binoculars placed at regular intervals overlooked perhaps the most beautiful view of the entire Island One: the largest space station that mankind had ever produced, the jewel of the Earth and home to the government of the United Solar System. 

It was an immense cylinder, whose inner surface had been shaped to resemble as much as possible to the Earth's surface. Venus Hill, the highest relief dominated the centre of the station and forests, rivers and lakes framed the silhouette of the Grand Capital. An expanse of light and shadow, sunk into the night, covered the interior of the station. It bent along the station's walls to rejoin, upside down, on the barrel vault. The woman loved that place. The hill was high enough to soften the force of gravity and, looking up, one of the largest lakes revealed its transparent bottom and the space with all the stars outside. It was a magical sight, which had the power to fulfill her heart. 

The cabbie smiled, breathing in the fresh air of the night again. She opened the door and took Pip's cage, untied it from the seat belt that held it. Pip, inside its plastic house, didn't move. It curl itself up even tighter into the soft fabric of the handkerchief. 
Pip didn't particularly like to be transported with the cage and when it heard the wide swings of it, it did everything to hide. 

"Have patience, Pip" she whispered "Mommy must see if that bad woman has hurt you" 

Taking care not to shake the cage too much, the cabbie went to sit at one of the empty tables. It was late and only a couple of young hover-riders occupied one of the tables near the balustrade. 
Leaning the cage on the table, the cabbie opened the door, putting her hand inside. She could very easily have grabbed the plastic house, moved it and grabbed the tiny male directly, but it wasn't her intention. The woman had a good relationship with her pet and wanted it to go out.  

"Come on, sweetie... get out. Come to mommy." 

Pip put its head out of the hole in the little house, looking at her with those almost completely black eyes. Then it walked carefully towards her open hand and sat on, throwing itself on its side and rolling over her palm. When the woman bent her thumb, Pip hugged it as it was being pulled out of the cage. The woman caressed the tiny cute head, whispering meaningless but sweet words. It was not strictly necessary for them to have any: tinies understood the tone of voice, not the words. 
The cabbie looked closely at her little pet in the light of the lamp, not far away. Even in the twilight, a large bruise on Pip's arm was spreading under the soft skin, and another one less noticeable on its side, right above the hip. With the forefinger's tip she touched its bruised arm and Pip squealed it back. 

"Let's go..." She warned "Don't be a whiner. Let me check" 

The bone didn't look broken. It was just a bad bruise. The woman breathed a sigh of relief. When she had seen the woman's leg kicking away Pip, she had feared for the worst. She took a tube of gel from the waist belt and squeezed a small drop of it over its injured arm. Keeping Pip still, who had started to flail when it felt the cold of the medicine, she spread the lotion with the tip of her pinkie and second by second the bruise cleared up. Less than thirty minutes and the nanites would have done their job, making the bruises vanish completely. 
Glad that the pain was passing, Pip stood up on its knees, holding her big thumb in a tender hug, licking it's owner's skin in appreciation. 
Some seconds after, it raised its head, smelling the air and threw itself from the palm straight into the long sleeve of its mistress' long sleeved shirt, which felt the little naked body climbing on her own arm. 
The woman laughed, because of the tickling and the game of her little animal and placing her finger in front of the moving bump of fabric, enjoying to block its way. 

"Hi, Kelly" exclaimed a voice behind her.  

The cabbie shifted around: a middle-aged, tall, black and wavy haired woman stood behind her, with a greasy apron at her waist, a towel on her shoulder, a smile on her face, a plate with a warm sandwich in one hand and a can of cheap martian beer in the other. 

"Hello, Janice. I don't even have to order anymore, huh?" 
"You've been coming to my kiosk for over two years and I've never heard you order anything other than the usual cold martian ale and a sandwich with lettuce, sausage and ham. Tell me I was wrong and I'll offer you the next twenty drinks" 

Kelly laughed. 

"No, you did well. Pass here: today the shift was so heavy" 
"Let me guess... Rich girls, mommy's daughters and spoiled to the bone, stoned of onocaine that had sex in your taxi" 
"Cold..." 

The woman sat down. She put the beer and the sandwich in front of the cabbie, took the cloth off her shoulder and dropped it on the table and crossed her arms on the table, taking a minute's break from work. 

"Then... selfish yuppie, back from a business dinner that vomited in the..." 
"Cold again. Level up." 
"Rich bitch?" 
"Rich bitch." 

Kelly grabbed the sandwich with one hand and bit it, hungrily, savoring the first hot meal for hours. 

"And Pip? Where is it? Didn't you bring it tonight?" 

With the mouth too full to talk, the woman simply touched the bump on her shoulder that, as a small wave, moved under the fabric of her sleeve. With the thumb, she gave a few taps, forcing the little male to go up again and immediately Pip came out of the shoulder of its owner, observing the other woman with its black eyes alive and curious. It completely came out of Kelly's shirt and went down her arm to Janice's open hand, which immediately closed the fingers on it. 

"Don't squeeze it too tightly. The last customer hurt it a little" 

"Oh, you poor thing!" 

The woman opened the fingers slightly, releasing the little male who, at all upset, sniffed the hand smelling of food, then began to lick her thumb. Moved, Janice stroked the tiny head with the tip of her forefinger. Pip really liked that little cuddle and threw itself on its back to ask for more. Janice laughed and agreed to it, stroking her finger on its belly. Pip's body was soft and incredibly smooth, like silk. It wasn't particularly muscular, like the expensive quality males, but it had a nice young, agile and well nourished body.  
Janice lowered her finger further and lingered on the small bulge that all the little males had in the middle of legs. Immediately Pip mourned. it raised the tiny legs, wrapped them around the woman's index finger and began to lick her thumb, happy. Janine once again smiled at the little animal she was holding in her hands. 

"You know..." she said "I've had... and used... so many little males in my life. Even now, my wife and I are still buying some for... well, you know. But Pip has something special" 
"Yes, it's true" replied Kelly, swallowing a sip of beer. She took Pip from Janine's hands and carried it on her shoulder, where it curled up near the woman's jugular, rubbing its head and licking her skin. Used to the tickling that little tongue caused, Kelly didn't bother and went back to focusing on the sandwich. 

"Very special" repeated Janine, observing the little creature on the customer's shoulder "it seems almost a shame to force it to serve the passengers" 
"It's a service a lot of customers have come to expect, you know. And I know that it may seem false: you know how many people say the same thing about their little males... But Pip really likes to lick people. It's a real cuddly guy." 
"Yes, of course..." 
"I'm not kidding. It did it the first time. One night, I had just bought it, I was so tired that I didn't realize that I had left the cage open. It jumped out and after a couple of minutes it found the passenger's feet. I almost had to make an emergency landing when that girl screamed. But it, with that adorable little face, began to lap her toes up. She let it do it... and now it's a regular service. Since then all my colleagues have been running to buy a little male to offer the same service. But almost none of those little males do it voluntarily: my colleagues pass the little male to the passengers, they use it and it ends there. Pip is the only one who comes out of the cage alone and starts looking for customers. And he hasn't even been trained to do it." 
"But aren't you worried that someone might..." 
"Steal it?" 
"Or hurt it too much. After all, it's just a tiny male" 

Kelly stiffened her back hearing that "just a tiny male", but she got the point. The little males weren't particularly popular animals for company. They were food. They were entertainment. They were objects. 
Hell, Kelly thought. She had bought Pip in a pet store, among the little males to give alive to pythons and reptiles, sold as much as a kilo! Many customers appreciated its attention, its cuddles. But perhaps only respect for the property prevented them from really hurt her pet. One too many act of arrogance and for Pip it would have been the last race. 

"You're right," she replied, "but if I get to the end of the month, it's also thanks to Pip. I really don't want to move back to Earth. Maybe I just need to choose my customers better. Maybe I have to lock it up in a cage when I load the most dangerous ones for it. I don't know..." 


Janine stretched out her arm and caressed the tiny little head of the little man, who replied with a delightful verse and swept away the crumbs that the fingers had left on its head. Again, the Pip's tongue slipped out, but this time it licked its own fingers, full of infinitesimal remains of the crumbs tt had removed from its own hair. 

"Well, Kelly, honey, whatever you choose, take care of it. It's not a tiny to use and throw away, this" 

Said that, the woman stood up, said goodbye and came back to the kiosk, where one of the two motorcyclists was waiting for other two beers. 

Kelly sighed and finished her sandwich and the beer without a word, pondering about what Janice toldher. Without Pip to offer that special service, the passenger's liking would have dropped down, as would the races and the money. With the increase in rent, in the cost of energy, the IV of the apartment that was to be replaced - at her own expense, since the landlady stubbornly didn't want to put her hand in her wallet - couldn't afford a drop in salary. And just now that she came back to be single after a long period of cohabitation. 
That wasn't a good time. Too many expenses, too few paying customers. She couldn't give up her little bonus. But it wasn't even right to let Pip would take unnecessary risks. Kelly decided that she would be more careful to choose the customers who could enjoy the attention of her pet. For a while. Just... for some time. As long as she thought of something better for it. 

Suddenly Kelly's communicator vibrated. The woman raised her wrist and the address of the next customer appeared on the holographic screen. The last one, hoped the woman, of that night's shift. It was one of the villas on Venus Hill. Not far from the park where she was. 
The cabbie sighed, grabbing little Pip by its shoulder. 


"Are you ready, honey? One more customer and then we go home" 

Pip smiled and blinked its little black eyes. 

"I'll take it for a yes" 

Kelly put it in the cage, passed the hand over the metal ball on the table to pay and returned to her flycab.  
Just before closing the door, the woman's gaze fell on the two motorcyclists sitting at the kiosk table. Half drunk of beer, they laughed loudly as they tormented two small wild males who, in search of food, had gotten too close. One of the two girls enjoyed to tear the tiny limbs off and the other had lowered the zip of the suit and enjoyed lowering and pulling the little male out from her panties. 
Without saying a word, Kelly looked away. She tied Pip's cage to the seat and, this time, checked that the door was tightly closed. Then she started the engine and flew away, to the next passenger.

Kelly yawned, flying over the last rows of trees before the residential area of Venus Hill. Tiredness began to make itself felt and the flycab reacted as protocol, making the cloche vibrate and shaking the taxi driver from the numbness.

“Apparently you're not the only one who's tired, Pip”

The little man had curled up in it little green house, and it didn't answer, nor did Kelly comment any further. She took one hand off the cloche, took a pill from a compartment of the dashboard and swallowed it, waiting for the stimulant to take effect in a few seconds. Immediately the taxi driver felt the tiredness vanishing, lighting a fire of pure energy within. She felt, now, she could drive all night long if necessary. 
Kelly hated those pills. The mixture of concentrated caffeine, synthetic adrenaline and who knows what other stimulants were almost a must to drive at night, but the side effects could be... insidious. The taxi driver felt energetic when she took them. Maybe too much: she immediately felt a strange heat in her brain and her thoughts ran fast and faster. 
Kelly pressed on the accelerator, far exceeding the speed limit, and passed the rich holds under her, following the GPS to its destination.

The flycab landed on a large landing pad just outside an elaborate iron gate. High mute trees surrounded the circle of light projected by a solitary streetlight and the silence filled the place. There was no one waiting. Not a soul to receive her. Kelly puffed, fearing a joke. It happened, sometimes: bored or stoned girls or both of them, who just wanted to make a fool of a honest worker.
The gate had not even an intercom, or the box of a night watchwoman to ask for explanations. The woman was about to restart the engine and take off, when a doubt lit her mind. She lowered the window and exclaimed to the void around her flycab:

“Hello? Is there anyone?”
“Yes? Can I help you?”

Kelly jumped on her seat, barely holding back a scream for the scare. The figure of a tall and beautiful woman, in butler's livery, suddenly appeared next to the flycab door. A subtle aura of blue light surrounded her, and her vacuous, soulless black eyes stared at her waiting for an answer. The damn hologram of the AI running the villa had come very close to causing her a heart attack. Very close. Kelly suppressed her instinct to swear at them and brought a hand to the chest. Her heart was wildly beating, as if the stimulant she had taken was not enough to make her more jumpy.

“I'm... I'm here to... “She murmured. Then, clearing the throat, she repeated “I am of the Spacecare flycab line. I'm here for a call to this address -
“Wait here, please”

The hologram vanished and the taxi driver abandoned herself to the back of the seat, still heartbroken by the fear. She brought a hand to the heart, trying to calm it down. "Damn" she thought. Those stimulants were great for staying awake at night: they made her feel ready, alert. Too bad she wanted to say a peak of adrenaline for every little stimulus. Kelly didn't have time to finish the fourth long breath, and the hologram reappeared next to the flycab.

“The lady is currently busy. Please wait and be patient until she is finished”

Said that, with a horrific aphonia, the AI made the hologram vanish, leaving the flycab only in the circle of light of the nearby lamp. Kelly tapped her fingers on the cloche, far from being patient. She wanted to accompany the client soon wherever she wanted to go and then go home to drop on the bed. Instead, she had to wait for the time of the last rich snob of her shift. The woman sighed, resigned: it was part of the job.
Kelly was already thinking about how much to raise the price of the race when she heard a rustle to her right. Her eye fell on Pip, who stood up and was now clutching the bars in its fists looking at her as if she were asking why it was taking so long. 

"I know, hon" said Kelly, sighing and touching the bars of the cage with the tip of the index, where Pip licked it a couple of times.


The woman pulled her finger back and Pip squeaked, happy and serene before snuggling back on its bed in the plastic box. Kelly smiled, thinking of how sometimes she envied the little man. A simple being, with few simple and clear needs. It had no worries about the future; about the fact that wasting too many hours of sleep and doping itself with stimulants would make a living hell the next shift. It shouldn't have been worried that losing it performance would make it lose money. That it would face a thousand expenses. That it couldn't plan its life beyond the end of the following month.
All Pip needed was a little food, a little sleep, some warmth and the cuddles of anyone who was willing to love it, to be happy. For a woman, life was intolerably more complicated.

Bright voices from the property and a series of lights on the path beyond the iron gate distracted her from her thoughts. Quickly, Kelly unbuckled her belts and got off the flycab, ready to welcome the client and take her luggage. Two hundred meters further away, the door of the big villa opened wide and two women came out of it. One of the two, barking at the other, was short and dark-haired, with olive skin wrapped by a silk vest. This flew on the legs that tried to keep up with the taller woman. Much taller: long, slender legs, as well as the torso and arms. Kelly could tell at a glance that she was a native of a low gravity environment. Mars, maybe... or even the Belt. Both poor areas of the Solar System, which made her presence at Venus Hill and her fancy clothes something very unusual. 
The woman dragged behind a very heavy trolley and walked fast, determined to ignore the smaller woman who panting and barking behind her trying to maintain her speed.
When they both approached, Kelly took a few steps in their direction. The tall woman placed her hand on the plate in front of the gate and it began to open, but the other placed her furious hand on it and closed it with force, grabbing the woman's blouse violently.

“Yue, stop!” growl “I won't let you leave. You're my wife!”
“Vivian... leave me alone” the woman replied with a faint voice, broken by tears

The tallest woman turned to Kelly, to escape the gaze of the landlady. She had the innocent beauty of an angelic face as a child, framed in long, ruffled brown hair, on the body of a woman over two meters tall. But it was a vision injured by a freshly stopped crying and an unequivocal red mark on her cheek. She moved away from the gate and crossed the arms around her own body, holding it in an hug given to herself. Every vowel that  her wife threw at her was a jolt that made her instinctively retreat from her.
Her fear of Vivian couldn't be clearer than that.

“I... can't stay here anymore” she said, almost whispering
“You're gonna be here. You're not going anywhere until I say so. And where would you like to go then? Where did I find you in that fleasy village? In an apartment you can't pay here in the city? Without me you are nothing, Yue!”
“I...h...I have m...money”
“Don't make me laugh. You can't handle all of this. Outside my house you won't be able to walk for a meter, alone”

Yue retreated, not noticing the suitcase behind it, and fell on it. Her lips trembled and the eyes became shinier. Vivian looked at her, calming the breath. She brought her hand under the Yue's chin, lifting it with a tenderness in stark contrast to the anger of a few moments earlier and moved a strand of her hair away from her cheek, smiling.

“Yue... We had a fight. It's normal in a couple. It happens. Now we go home: I'll make you a hot chocolate just you like, we'll curl up on the couch and watch an Olofilm. Whatever you like. What do you say?”

Yue looked up at Vivian, losing herself in those feline eyes, as if hypnotized. She saw her smile, without any human warmth, trying to draw it to herself. For a moment, a single moment, Yue was tempted to give in to her invitation. Returning to a routine that a part of her was terrified to abandon. But then something changed in her eyes. Her head snapped back, evading Vivian's gentle touch

“No, I... I can't. I won't do it again: I have to leave this house and...and you. I made a mistake leaving my family, my girlfriend... my planet, for you!”

The woman fell heavily on the pavement, thrown to the ground by the volent Vivian's slap. She covered her face, bursting to tears, while the
little woman, much more imposing than her true stature, stood over her.

“You ungrateful little bitch. After all I've done for you, after all I've given you!”

Kelly had seen enough. Maybe it was the stimulant that gave her the necessary courage or maybe just the sight of an injured woman in trouble. The taxi driver kicked the gate, which opened up quickly and hit Vivian hard. Kelly felt the dry snap of her nose breaking and just afterwards the woman was thrown to the ground, beating her head on the pavement not far from Yue.
Kelly was bashful, shocked by what she had just done. It all happened so fast she couldn't even blame her instincts. She stayed for a few seconds panting in anger, staring at that small, thin body that was twisting on the lane. Then she offered a hand to the other woman, who was more shocked than she was, and made her raised, holding her arm around her back.

“Come on. We have to leave before she recovers”

Yue didn't answer. Supported by the taxi driver, who just arrived at her breast, she limped up to the car in the parking, dragging the trolley behind her. 
Kelly threw the suitcase in the trunk, closed the door to the woman and quickly jumped into the flycar, taking off in less than a minute.
Standing a few meters above the ground, the taxi driver heard Vivian's yelling, overwhelmed by the sound of the engines. Kelly pushed the pedal all the way down and left, leaving behind only dust and shouts.

************************************



A few minutes later the flycab left Venus Hill for the countryside around. Lower green hills wavered between smaller houses and cottages, pond estates and more modest groves. Kelly landed the aircraft, upsetting the foliage of three leafy trees that would cover her flycab. 
Her heart was beating madly. The tiredness, the stimulant... and now that. 
Her shaking hand touched under the joystick’s column, where a simple illegal switch turned off the flycab’s transponder. She slipped on the seat like a dead body, while her hand fell along her body. Kelly was trembling, barely holding a scream of fear and frustration.
She had thrown a rich woman of Venus Hill to the ground. Worse, maybe she had smashed her face. But she had acted of instinct. Under the effect of stimulants. 
Yes, perhaps that would have saved her. She would have explained everything and... or not. They would sue her, they would drain her credits, fire her. She should have gone back to Earth to her mothers and...



“Oh good Goddess, what have I done!”
“You... saved me”

Kelly turned to the passenger. She looked at her, shy, afflicted, but grateful, with her hands between her knees, her shoulders closed and two borning tears into the eyes; on her face, there was still the sign of the slap received. While she was much taller than her and filled the aircraft with all her stature, she seemed much smaller at the moment. Much more helpless. Needy for protection.
Kelly turned forward, closing her eyes. Part of her was, after all, proud to have saved her. A small part, suffocated by the realistic one that blamed her for her impulsiveness.

“It was... just duty, ma'm.”
“Well. You still saved me. Thank you”
“You're welcome - replied Kelly, exhaling exhausted - Where does she want to be taken?”

The passenger didn't answer. She looked at her own hands, left between her knees, as if they could give her the answer.

“Do you have a destination? A place to go?”
“No, I... I was just thinking about getting out of that house”

Kelly turned to look at her. She was trembling, frightened. Warm tears fell on her red cheeks and it was clear she couldn't think clearly. Kelly turned off the taximeter, got out of the car and opened the door of the passenger. She looked up, taking refuge in that comfortable, though exhausted, glance

“Listen to me. You're upset. We both are. I've finished my shift and I can take you wherever you want to to to tidy up your ideas. Just give me an indication.”
“Or... wherever I want?”
“Everywhere. Really”
“But I really don't know where to go. I have little money in my account and... and Vivian will surely have blocked the one in common and…”

Kelly dropped her head on her chest, frustrated. A night that was supposed to end into an usual routine had turned into the plot of a four-rate romance novel. That woman was upset, while she was tired, supported only by stimulants and didn't think clearly. "Good" she thought. 

“At home”
“What?”
“At my home” she repeated “I can take you to my place”
“But…”
“It's not a big apartment. Certainly not as big as the villa you'll be used to, but it's a good place to recover. And tomorrow morning we can think about what to do”
“I... thank you. All right” 
“But first” said the taxi driver, shaking her hand “I'm Kelly. Kelly Wilcher”

The passenger flashed a shy smile, drying her aching cheek with the back of her free hand.

“Yue Yen”

**********

- Vivian Lockdale? That Vivian lockdale? - Kelly asked shocked
Yue nodded and Kelly almost lost her flight balance. 
Vivian Lockdale was one of the most important businesswomen on Island 1. Not as wealthy as other multibillionaires and politicians of the solar system, but still essential to many of them. Her company was engaged in the extraction, refining and transportation of ice from Ganymede and Titan. She practically supplied water, oxygen and hydrogen to all the space bases of the system, as well as playing an important commercial role in Mars' endless terraforming. But more importantly, Vivian Lockdale had appeared several times on the half of the System news reports for embezzlement, illegal acquisition of smaller companies, bribery and even a couple of cases of piracy facilitation. All these accusations are always dropped before they even land in a court, thanks to the protection of women who found her services indispensable. 
She was a treacherous, shrewd woman who wasn't used to losing what she considered to be her property. If half of what Kelly had heard from Solnet's news and blogs was true, breaking her face made her a heroine for half the solar system. And a fugitive for the other half.

Yue's story was no less reassuring about that woman. Born into a poor family in Chéngshì, in the southern hemisphere of Mars, the mothers were both workers and Yue would have continued to work at the factory if Vivian hadn't noticed her during a visit. From that point of view, Kelly could understand her. Yue was a real beauty. 

Vivian took her, carrying her around as if it were a jewel until, just two years later, she made Yue the happiest woman in the solar system with a royal wedding. 
But the more the marriage continued, the more the curtain of good life and sumptuous gifts rose to the truth: Yue was nothing more than a Vivian's property. She was tied to a woman who treated her as a status symbol, an object to be flaunted just right an astroyacht or a precious dress. She had a royal income, which she used for herself and to give her mothers a more than decent life, but she could never have her own money, a purpose in life. She couldn't have had the daughters she wanted so much, because Vivian didn't want them - and worse than anything, she couldn't have had a personal opinion. Since she had the courage to speak out, time before, the idyll had collapsed like a castle of wet sand. 
At first they were just harsh words: it can happen in a wedding... who doesn't say something she can repent of? Then came the lovers: being ignored, not being touched anymore.
When Yue tried to do the same, she got her first slap. Then another, week later, followed by expensive jewellery. 
Before a year had passed since the first fight, Yue's routine became a symphony of alternating beats and gifts and long, tense silences.
There's no point in going to the police: some laws don't seem to apply to the rich. She had no friends she could call to. Vivian had never allowed her to have any. 
Yue had long been trapped in that cage of gold, crystal and terror, and the first time she had the courage to escape that house, Kelly had intervened by doing what she would never have had the courage to do.

*************

The flycab landed on the platform's parking area next to Kelly's apartment building. The night was quiet, as can be a modest suburb of an orbital colony. The taxi driver opened the door, but stopped instantly. Yue opened her door too and opened the mouth to thank her savior for the umpteenth time when she was silenced by this last one. Kelly looked out of the taxi, frightened by the taxi driver's concern.

“What happens?” she asked

Kelly pointed to the alley behind the building that led to the street. On the building next door, the reflection of blue and red flashing lights alternated unmistakably on the brick wall.

“The police never come to this neighborhood” Kelly sentenced, swallowing the lump that held her throat.
“Well... maybe... they're doing a simple check. No?”
“At 3:20 in the morning? After your escape? In a neighborhood that they systematically avoid?”

Yue closed the door, collapsing to the seatback. She looked at Kelly's shoulders, which were moving imperceptibly. Sufficient, however, to convey the growing anxiety she felt. There could be a denunciation against a taxi driver. After such an aggression, any citizen, honest or not, would report it. Or the situation was worse than expected and Vivian was using her connections to solve it in her own way. The way a rich, influential woman solved things. Kelly had a chill: whatever the reality was, she didn't want to find out. Not that night.

“Maybe I am paranoid. But I don't want to risk”

Kelly closed the door, turned off the position lights and flew away, out of the city, thanking the goddess for having had the mental clarity to turn off the transponder.
Neither of the two women spoke, while the taxi passed buildings and condos. Yue was scared, confused and grateful. She thought that silence maintained the delicate balance between anguish and embarrassment. Kelly was just worried. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled in her head and she no longer knew which to listen to.
Vivian Lockdale was a dangerous woman. You don't get out of all those incriminations without being clever and full of connections. And breaking her nose with a gate and taking away her wife had certainly not been well inclined to her.
The police under her house could actually have been a coincidence. A call for noise or a checkup. But could it be? How many times, to the news followed in the bars she had commented how much the police of Island One was in the hands of the powerful people? Of the rich ones that she and her colleagues chauffeured around?
They were the usual bar chatter. Chatting about a truth far from everyday life. But now that same chatter was about her. Could it really just be paranoia?
She landed the taxi on the shore of Greater Lake, the same one she had admired a few hours earlier from the panoramic terrace on the other side of the station. Kelly looked up, at the upside-down hill that hung over the vault of Isola Uno and sighed. Less than an hour had passed, and in those few minutes her life had been disrupted. She got out of the flycab and let Yue down. At a command given to the dashboard, the seat backs disappeared, moving downwards to fill the spaces between them and forming a single low-floor. 
Kelly opened the trunk and pulled out an old wool blanket and two flat cushions. It was an equipment that many taxi drivers had in their vehicles: you never knew when a shift would end too late to drive to home.

“Here we go. It won't be comfortable, but at least we can sleep under a cover. And by tomorrow, we hope to have a bit clearer ideas. I'm just sorry that the floor is not softer”
“Thank you” Yue answered smiling at her and taking one of the pillows “But I slept in worse places when I was a child”

She undressed her clothes, which she folded carefully and, placed them under the pillow, entered the taxi, crawling on the floor until she found her place. Kelly's eyes fell on her slender, toned body and swallowed, trying to look away from Yue's ass. For a moment, she blush and immediately understood what had attracted Vivian to her. She also took off her clothes, bending the jeans and the shirt under the pillow to increase its thickness. Remaining just in underwear and bra, she crawled next to Yue and threw the blanket over them, crouched under it. 

Lying beside her, Yue saw Kelly, still blushed, who was looking up to the woods behind Venus Hill. 
She smiled.

“You don't have to be embarrassed, you know?  I know I'm... beautiful.”
“Me? Embarrassed?” Kelly replied “No, it's just that…”

The taxi driver turned around and got lost in Yue's green eyes. She had to make an effort not to look at the clear skin that descended below the blanket, the shapes that filled it with sinuous curves. Her heart began to beat in the chest faster than it had done in that fatidical hour, and under the blanket she felt the warmth of the two bodies burning up her skin.
“Yes, I do. Excuse me” she admitted “I'm still overwhelmed by the adrenaline, the fear, the tiredness. It's stupid to think of... Don't... don't mind to it. Let's sleep”

Yue saw the woman close her eyes. She still felt her heart hammering in her chest. It hadn't stopped running for a moment since she had abandoned her wife. 
She had abandoned Vivian. She still couldn't believe it. Just over an hour earlier she had called a taxi in the grip of anger, fear and the desire to escape. She hadn't planned anything: she just wanted to get away from her oppressive golden cage. She hadn't even hoped to take that taxi. Perhaps part of herself hoped that Vivian, risking to lose her, would change. That she treated her better, that she returned to love her as, at the end of the day, she had never done.
But Kelly answered the call and made her escape a reality. And now Yue felt she hated that part of herself.
She looked at the little woman lying in front of her, almost naked under the same rough blanket. 
Kelly didn't have a sensational body. Tonic, well-proportioned like any other woman's, of course, but equal to that of many others. The gentle and slightly elongated face was adorned with a rebellious hair, long on one side and shaved on the other one and a sharp and regular nose. In another life, at another time, Yue wouldn't have looked at her twice. But that kick at the gate, which had freed her from that monster of her wife... that protective action of her, that knowing what to do despite the heavy stress...
She felt she had feelings for her. Something that ignited that belly heat that she hadn't felt in a long time. Since she kissed the other girls under the clumsy silhouettes of Deimos and Fobos.
The woman opened her eyes and found Yue's eyes looking at her.

"What is it?” she asked.

Yue moved forward, placing her lips on Kelly's. 
The stunned taxi driver opened her eyes by instinctively retracting. Yue followed her, prolonging the kiss and immediately the little woman surrendered, blushing even more in front of the Martian.
When their lips diverged, Kelly brought a hand to her own, while Yue's eyes remained fixed on the woman's.

“Yue... that's wrong”
“Didn't you like it?”
2No, I... yes. I liked it, but we shouldn't” Kelly answered by gently pushing the woman's shoulders.
“Why? Is it because I'm married?”
“Because we're tired. Overwhelmed by adrenaline. Afraid. It's not a good way of... forging a relationship.” 
“I don't want a relationship. Just a little warmth. Just a little intimacy. Is it really that wrong?” asked Yue, begging for a negative reply.

They were both exhausted. They really were. Yue had been trying for months to ask for affection from a cold, self-centered and selfish woman. But Kelly...
Kelly was tired. Tired of her recent breakup with her girlfriend. Tired of having to carry rich, spoiled brats up and down the city. Tired of having to smile and reverence anyone for a salary that evaporated in front of the thousand bills of a very expensive city. Tired of having to maintain full efficiency, supported only by stimulants and fear of being fired. She embraced the Martian, took her to herself. Her lips clenched in a deep kiss, long desired by both of them.

Only a few seconds passed and Kelly felt Yue's fingers sliding over her belly. She felt the pressure of her hand on her navel,then on her womb. Kelly jerked, separating herself from the kiss. Yue's fingers touched the soft hair on the taxi driver's pubis and descended, descended again until they found the warm touch they were looking for.
Kelly moaned, biting her lip, while Yue played with the little pearl that had already emerged between her legs.

“M...more...C...continue”

The Martian obeyed and after a few moments felt the touch of the taxi driver's small hands touching her breast, slipping under her bra. She felt her playing with her nipple just as she did with the little clit between her fingers. 

“Mmmhm…” Yue moaned “your hands... are so delic...AAAAAH!”

The Martian screamed suddenly, kicking under the rough blanket. Kelly reacted by screaming too.

“What is it?! Did I hurt you?” exclaimed frightened, portraying the hand from the woman's big breast
“S...something between the feet! I've got something between my feet!”

Kelly grabbed a corner of the blanket and pulled it away, throwing it against the taxi doors. When she discovered their naked bodies, the woman slipped her gaze along Yue's beautiful legs. At the end of them, stuck between the big toe and the second finger of the Martian, a familiar figure twisted and cried, frightened. It pushed uselessly against the pink skin, unable to escape the grip that Yue had instinctively tightened on the small body.
Kelly brought a hand to her chest. Her heart almost burst out from the fear.

“Pip?!”

As soon as Kelly recognized her pet, she had a loud laugh. A clear laugh, made with pleasure. In a moment, Pip had managed to get rid of all the tension, fear, stress and anguish of that night.

"Oh, honey," she exclaimed, drying the tears of joy and relief that streaked her face, "you can always surprise me".

"Where did it come from?" exclaimed Yue, confused.

Kelly smiled at the woman, leaning towards her foot. Holding Yue's thin ankle with one hand, she pulled Pip out of her toes with the free one and a few seconds later lay down again next to the martian, placing the little guy on her own breast.

"This is Pip. My pet," she said, caressing its head and causing small satisfied squeaks, "and it is very good at getting out of its cage, when it doesn't want to stay there"

Yue, turned on her side, looked at the little face that appeared from the driver's breast. It smelled the air and turned towards her. Putting its hands on the woman's chest, it smiled and squealed again.

"I't so... cute!"

The martian raised her free hand to caress its head. She passed the finger through its soft hair, softer than the most precious of silks. The little guy reacted, pushing its head against the tip of her index, as if to ask for more cuddling. Then Yue slipped her finger along its tiny back. Pip dropped itself to the ground, belly in the air, causing a giggle from the woman.

"I'm sorry it interrupted our moment. With everything that's happened, it must have felt a little tossed around.

"Don't worry. I just didn't expect it. That's all."

Kelly grabbed Pip, locking it in her fist. She squeezed it close to the heart and immediately heard it curl up between her palm and her naked chest, emitting those little high-pitched buzzes that made the world know it was happy. The equivalent, for a male, of a cat's purr.

"I, on the other hand, had forgotten about it. Poor darling"

"Is it wild? Did you take it as a stray?" Yue asked, putting a hand on his fist.

"No. I bought it. It's not a particularly exciting story"

"Please... tell me anyway."

And Kelly briefly narrated.

When the story was over, Yue told how she loved to catch the jumping stray men on the lawns behind her house when she was a child, and then play with her friends. How, much later, the game had introduced Yue to her first girlfriends, her first kisses. Kelly did the same, telling to the martian about her adolescence in the English countryside.

They ended up spending hours telling about themselves, their lives spent on planets so far apart.

They told of love, of wrongs they suffered. Of mothers who embarrassed them in front of their friends, of school events. Of dreams, of hopes. Of silly fears and serious terrors. Kelly listened to Yue talk about a difficult life on Mars, spent surrounded by poverty, exhausting work and the spectre of solar radiation, held back by satellite shields administered by Earth. A hard life, but from which the martian had managed to squeeze unforgettable moments of happiness. Yue, on the other hand, listened to Kelly talk about the quiet country life in northern Europe: a tranquility that flattens the spirit and that pushed every girl to create their own adventures or to look for them in the rest of the Solar System.

After a while, they both felt they no longer had any secrets for each other.

"... and she ended up running away in the air among the nettles, screaming like a madwoman," exclaimed Kelly, bursting to laugh with Yue.

The driver's laughter shook the chest on which Pip lay curled up. Frightened, it covered its ears and squeezed on the side of the left breast, pushing its face into the soft skin.

"Aaaww... we scared it," Yue whimpered.

The martian, lying next to Kelly, rose over her and her lips clenched in a kiss that covered half of Pip's body. The little animal squealed disappointed when her lips raised it a few inches before dropping it on the woman's chest.

Yue giggled and kissed it again. And then again, having fun lifting and dropping the little animal. Kelly let go of a whisper as she felt the pressure of her lips on the chest through Pip's small body. She bit her own lip, wishing for herself those kisses without asking for them.

The martian shifted her gaze to the terrestrial. She smiled and went on all fours above her, putting a kiss not on Pip, but on her nipple next to it. The breast bent to her lips and Kelly bit her own even tighter, squeezing and twisting the legs. Yue did it again, and again, moving upwards, until she kissed Kelly's neck.

"A...again"

The martian kept kissing her, pushing the face against the neck and the taxi driver hugged her, squeezing her even more tightly against herself.

Pip barely had time to raise its eyes to see Yue's giant chest fall on it. It tried to jump up and run towards the face of its mistress, but was thrown to the floor from the sternum of the giantess, hugged by four breasts many, many times larger than it.

Kelly sighed again, enjoying the kisses on her neck and the slight tingling she felt on her chest, at heart level.

She hadn' t felt those feelings in a long, long time: the warmth of a woman on herself, the beating heart, the scent of a lover on her skin, the caresses of a pair of lips and no worries. No thoughts, no self-inflicted concerns about the consequences that distract her from a night of love.

She felt lost. Wonderfully lost.

Yue bit Kelly's ear, enjoying the scream that she let slip through her moans and, after playing with it for a few seconds, left her to keep kissing her skin, while the hand went in search of her womanhood.

Yue had lost herself in the scent of the little Earth girl underneath her. For the first time in months... maybe after a couple of years... she felt the warmth of a woman warming her heart again. She felt the frost of those days, spent in the anxiety and terror of her wife, melt. She felt her heart start beating again to the rhythm of her savior. Warm tears came down from her eyes, getting lost in the woman's hair and on Kelly's skin, which was twisting under her, ecstatic. Yue smiled. She wanted to get away from her just for a moment: to see her. To convince herself that she was real and not a dream full of hope. But she couldn't: after Vivian... after all the pain... and loneliness...

She couldn't leave that heat behind. She didn't want to.

"OUCH!"

Yue pushed her hands against the bottom of the flycab, instantly lifting herself up on all fours. A small, but painful sting on her right nipple caught her by surprise and she immediately massaged it with the fingertips. On Kelly's chest, dazed, a little Pip stood up and - squealing and sneaking away - descended from its mistress' side to hide between the fingers of her hand.

The martian saw it just in the twilight, open its tiny mouth and hiss in a way that - she was sure - seemed threatening to it. She couldn't help but explode in genuine laughter.

"What happened?"

"It's happened that tiny Pip doesn't like to have big martians on it," replied Yue.

She gently opened Kelly's fingers with her own and grabbed Pip, lifting it to face height. She approached it at the tip of her nose, caressing the tiny head.

It took a couple of seconds of resistance, but Pip forgave the giantess and gave her its loving licks.

"Aaaww... how cute you two are."

Yue smiled, pulling Pip away from her face. Almost completely hidden in her fist, it lowered the little head against the giantess' index finger and started chewing on it without success.

"If it likes so much to lick and be cuddled..." said the woman "maybe we should let it participate. It's a tiny male, after all..."

"I don't know," Kelly replied, slightly disturbed by the idea, "I didn't... I've never "used" it. Not like that."

"Yes, sure..."

Yue smiled at the statement, finding the joke funny. But Kelly remained serious, lying underneath her blushing, blushing out of embarrassment

"Wait... are you serious?"

Kelly blushed even more

"But you told me that it spends its time between the feet of every client... who it loves to be near you... who loves to lick."

"Yes, but... I never wanted... well... to force it. I had had other little men and I used them... but not it. Not Pip"

"And wouldn't you like to try... with me?"

Kelly lay reclining, looking up at the martian on all four above her. Her beautiful hair flowed, collected, in a waterfall hanging from her neck, making Kelly feel even smaller. The thousand lights of the city, fixed at the other side of the Space Station, made Yue's white skin shine like a pale moon and those eyes...thin, almond-shaped eyes. Black as the deep space that enveloped Island One.

Kelly didn't know why. She didn't care. But she had never felt so attracted to a woman in her life. She wanted it on herself. Within herself.

"Yes," she said, "Just... don't... don't hurt it."

Yue didn't answer. She placed Pip on Kelly's breast. The taxi driver looked down at her erect nipple and her pet just behind, confused.

This one turned and tried to run at the feet of its mistress, throwing itself into doing what it always did. Yue stopped it, grabbed it and placed it back on its owner's breast. With one finger she pushed the animal's head against the already hard nipple and Kelly sighed when, after a few moments of hesitation, it began to chew and lick it.

The martian smiled, amazed by the intelligence of the animal. She fell on the terrestrial and, claiming the other breast for herself, began to suck and chew it emulating the little guy.

Kelly reclined her head back, squeezing the eyes. She could feel the game of two distinct tongues on herself. She concentrated on her breath, enjoying the thrill that from her breasts spread under her skin.

Yue stopped after a few minutes. She looked up at the woman, then at Pip, who embraced her turgid pink nipple and caressed it with quick strokes of the tongue, as if it were an ice cream. She had an idea: she opened her mouth, carried herself over Pip and, quickly lowering herself, held with her lips one of the small legs, left on the skin of the earthling.

Pip felt the pressure just above its ankle and wiggled, squealing frightened. Yue squeezed the leg with the lips and descended along Kelly's body, dragging her small, wiggly body over it. At the height of the navel, she let it go. Pip, dazed, massaged its leg when Yue's index forced the tiny head into the navel. The protests were useless, not to mention resisting that unbearable pressure. Pip surrended and started to make the tongue work. The giantess, satisfied, lay down on Kelly, kissing her on the lips. Pip was again trapped between the hot bodies of the two women and wiggled: without having anything to bite it had no chance to free itself and the two lovers knew it.

Kelly penetrated Yue's lips with her tongue, caressing hers, playing with it. She felt her pet wiggling between the two navels, but did nothing to free it. It was so pleasant... so much pleasant...

Phe passed a hand through Yue's hair, soft as silk, as her hand slid between the two boiling bodies to reach the slit of the martian.

She insinuated her fingers, pushed them as low as she could. She touched Yue's pubis for a long time, finding only soft and well-groomed hairs. Soon she had to give up: Yue was too tall for her. Too much for her terrestrial arm. She could feel the tip of her finger just touching the Mons Venus, but even lowering her shoulder she couldn't go any further without abandoning those soft, warm kisses.

It was Yue who first detached herself from her.

"Size issues?" she sensed.

"I can't...I can't get there," replied Kelly, The red face like a strawberry.

"Don't worry. We can fix it"

The martian rose on her knees, freeing the little Pip from the meat prison. It flipped over Kelly's belly, wavering. Yue grabbed it and slid back, riding on the right thigh of the earthling. There she laid Pip, holding it on to the woman's skin and pointing a finger at its chest. Yue bit her lip ahain, foretasting the next moments.

"Don't hurt it."

Kelly, unsure, outstretched, worried about her pet. Her gaze betrayed the fear of pushing the thing too far and hurting Pip. Fear that, after all, she would have liked it.

"It will be fine," Yue replied, simply.

It was a couple of words. Two words that broke every  Kelly's hesitation.

The woman dropped her hand on her side, won by the will of the martian.

She felt the pressure of Pip's body, pushed by Yue's index finger against her skin.

She saw her bring two fingers to her mouth, wet them. Bring them down, between the open legs and rub her own already wet womanhood. She slid her fingers to the sides of her lips, then inside, playing with the pearl of flesh pushed out by the growing pleasure.

Without waiting any longer, Yue left the grip on Pip and before it could move, she brought her hand under Kelly's leg and pulled it against her open vagina. Yue felt a thrill running up her back and she immediately grinded her vagina against Kelly's little soft thigh, dragging Pip's little body with her.

Yue was right. Pip screamed, but more out of fear than out of pain. Not that its squeaks could impose themselves over the moans of the two lovers. Kelly watched the slender body of the martian sliding against her own leg. She distinctly felt her nectar wetting her skin, flowing from Pip's helpless little body along her leg until it lost on the rough floor of the Flycab. Every time the woman moved her pelvis forward, Kelly saw her breasts waving and her back arching. She was so beautiful... especially under the night lights of Island One. Without her noticing, her hand had already fallen to stroke her own vagina. She held the small, turgid pink hazelnut between her forefinger and ring finger, while with the tip of her middle finger she caressed it.

"Don't...stop...!"

Yue had no intention of doing so. She increased the pace, pushing her pelvis along the leg of the terrestrial, now completely lubricated by her own pleasure. She could feel the little guy beneath her, trapped between her lips, twitching, frightened.

Kelly felt an unmistakable thrill. That magical splinter of ice along her back that comes before an inevitable orgasm. As always for her, she held her breath.

Pip continued to squeal, panicked. Yue didn't weigh directly on it and it didn't feel pain. But it felt trapped... and it didn't like it. Blind, Pip could only feel what was compressed on its body and, pushed against its face, a hard protrusion of flesh was what was needed. It opened his mouth and bit.

Yue felt a shock from the clitoris and screamed, exploding into the series of stronger orgasms she'd experienced in recent times. She squeezed her legs against Kelly's, while she exploded with pleasure as well. The screams filled the Flycab while a distinct aroma of sex and sweat had already saturated the air. Yue collapsed forward, barely holding on to the palms of her hands: her body was still shaking and despite she was trying to get up, she felt her muscles would not hold her longer. Not yet.

She just rolled by her side, freeing Pip from the meat prison.

"It's...ha...has...been..."

Kelly didn't answer. She felt light, lost out of her own body.

She looked down beyond her breast. Pip was flickering, but uninjured. It stood on its owner's soaked thigh, covered in martian fluids. For a moment she thought she would see it face Yue and hiss at her again, protesting that it had been imprisoned in the midst of their lust. But it didn't. it fell back on her skin like a wet kitten and smelled its own arms. After a moment of uncertainty, Pip approached its wrist, wrapped in a thick, thick layer of liquid, and licked it, swallowing a generous portion of it.

Kelly saw its eyes shining brightly. Smiling. Pip licked again and again, pleasantly tasting the flavor of Yue.

The earthling giggled and stretched out her hand to catch her little pet.

"What's... up?," Yue asked , still in there.

"Pip has tasted you. It seems to like you."

Kelly took Pip over her face. She smelled good. The scent of the beautiful martian lying next to her. She approached the little male to the lips, caressing its bare trunk, collecting the precious nectar that covered it. Pip didn't get upset: always accustomed to the kisses of its owner, it didn't get scared even when her big tongue grabbed it dragging it inside the giant mouth.

Taking care not to swallow it, Kelly pushed the animal against the palate, tasting the flavor it carried on itself. It was a salty taste, but with a sweet tone that kept the warmth between her legs burning.

She spat Pip out, picking it up between her fingers and placing it comfortably on her breast.

"It's right. You're very... tasty."

Yue smiled, picking up some of Kelly's feminine fluids with her fingertips and, elegantly, brought her hand to her own mouth, licking the fingers as if they were covered in honey.

"You're not bad either."

"Then maybe..." Kelly replied, with a tempting idea in mind.

Yue had surprised her. From the way that night has born, the taxi driver had the idea that the martian could be shy and mild. But in that flycab, in the intimacy of passion, she had led that game like a queen. She had made Kelly feel like a teenager in front of a mature and sensual woman... and this had disoriented her. She had always been the active part of all her nights of passion.

Moaning like a shy eighteen-year-old at her first experience wasn't her thing. She wanted to resume her role. She wanted to be the one on the top. Literally.

Kelly grabbed Pip and stood on her knees, climbing over Yue's bare chest. She had to stretch her legs a lot to avoid leaning on the woman. Like all space people, Yue had a tall, long body and wide shoulders. She was far too big to fit between her legs. The earthling felt her tendons pull beyond their capacity and goofyly fell backwards, sitting with open legs on Yue's sternum. The woman felt all the air coming out of her lungs for the counterstroke.

Kelly felt embarrassed, but she recovered quickly. As she moved her knee, she moved further toward the woman's face and raised her pelvis enough to surmount her mouth.

"Then, maybe..." purred Kelly, sliding her free hand from her pubis to her labia, widening them over the mouth of the Martian "Maybe it's time to make you drink a bit more".

The hand squeezed on Pip, pushing it against her bare breasts. The nipple, hard as a pebble, pressed against the small face of the tiny male. It sent small shocks of pleasure that got lost in the immense flow of pleasure that invested Kelly at the same time.
The Earthling let slip a noisy moan, while Yue's tongue separated her labia, slipping into the flesh of her femininity. The juice of Kelly's orgasm poured into the mouth of the Martian, who drank every last drop. When the little waterfall ran out, she licked the drops that wet her labia, giving Kelly further shivers of pleasure. Wonderful, warm pleasure.

Kelly, shaken by the orgasm, fell back, exhausted. She felt her legs bend unnaturally and slid forward, lying on Yue's body. 

Not one, nor two, but three orgasms had blossomed from the woman's tongue.

- Are all...all Martians... A... Are they all so good with their tongues? - Kelly asked, panting.

The Earthling felt the great body of the Martian beneath her: closed her eyes and smiled as the echo of the last chills ran down her spine. Yue moved her arm and after collecting some drops of juice from her own cheeks, she licked her fingers, giggling.

- I don't know - she replied -do all Earthlings taste like this? -

Kelly remained silent for a few seconds while her chest caught breath, raising and lowering her breasts. On top of one of them, little Pip lifted its little head, looking at its mistress and the world around it with those bright little black eyes. By instinct, it managed to grasp its mistress's erect nipple, when she burst into a crystal-clear, sincere laugh.

- Ahaha...O, Holy Earth...- she said as her voice hopped laughing - I’m...sorry: I didn't want to mess up the sexy atmosphere -

- Don't worry - replied Yue laughing with Kelly.

The Martian slipped out from under the taxi driver, placing her on the bottom of the flycab. She turned and emphasized the movements of her hips, crawled on top of her, looking straight into her eyes in the twilight of their night.

- And then... - meowed - there's nothing about you that I don't find sexy tonight.

Yue kissed Kelly on the neck, ripping a gasp of pleasure out of her. Then she left another kiss, and another. And yet another, on a thin path downwards to her womanhood. Yue took Pip from her bosom, trying to not hurt it, but squeezing it tight enough to prevent it from wriggling out and running away. She moved back until she reached Kelly's pubis, wet from her previous orgasms and, with the fingers of the free hand, opened her labia, exposing the hot and fragrant hole to the Martian's breath. Kelly had a shiver. After a kiss to the wet labia, Yue approached Pip, uncomfortable to be held tight to its hips, the little male waved its limbs in the air, giving small, involuntary whacks to the vagina of its mistress, who bit her own lip.

- Yue... I'm not sure this is a good idea. - 

- Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle -

Yue pulled Pip over to Kelly's vagina, touching her swollen clitoris with its little head. Pip shook its head, trying to get free, trying to run away. But the Martian's grip was simply too strong. Too imperious for its tiny, weak forces. Pip emitted a series of long chirps, as she moved its head from side to side soliciting the sex of its Mistress. It had the strength to resist for a few seconds... or rather, it was allowed to do so by the giant amused woman, until her index finger pushed the little face against the pink pulsating pearl. Kelly bit her lip  again, as her head reclined back.

There had been other tinies between Kelly's legs. Just like any object of pleasure or unimportant animal, they had played their part to the point where the woman's pleasure blossomed and then died inside her. Or thrown into the incinerator of the house.

There had been other tinies between Kelly's legs. Just like any object of pleasure or unimportant animal, they had played their part to make the woman's pleasure blossom and then died inside her. Or thrown into the incinerator of the house.

But now she didn't have a toy for her pleasure. It was Pip that was tickling her clit. It was Pip's face that tickled her, driving her mad as never before. Like no other toy had ever been able to do.

Did Yue really make a significant difference? Or was it the love for her little pet?

The growing orgasm... the need to use Pip... the imperative to not hurt it... Inside her distraught mind there was a storm that was driving her mad. A wonderful, blessed madness.

Kely could feel Pip's body pressed against her: she could feel its shapes, its harshness. She could feel its tiny nose in her. Its arms waving and slapping her open labia. Its legs kicking the warm, wet flesh... and the Pip's appendix. That strange little long clitoris that all tinies had between their legs. That grew whenever they were excited or scared. She could feel the little prick move between her lips, over the hot vagina, until it found a hole. Pip's appendix almost accidentally slipped into Kelly's urethra and she let slip a whimper. She was close... so close.

Yue smiled. She guessed. She pushed Pip rhythmically against the Earth woman's vagina. The Martian penetrated Kelly’s peehole with the little animal, mounting her pleasure over and over again. Then, once again, Kelly's orgasm flourished in a moaning scream that filled the Flicab. Hindered by Pip's body, pressed against her, the jet of her pleasure splashed everywhere, spraying on Yue's face.

The earthling was panting, feeling the tingling left by the orgasm tickling her spine. She was about to speak, winning the gasping breath that expanded her chest, when the Martian, after a quick tongue stroke on her labia, made Pip slide up and down against her vagina.

- Wha...what are you d…oing? - Kelly asked

A moment later, her pet's legs, dragged by Yue's long wet fingers, opened her pussy, gently penetrating it. Kelly sighed, quivering. She had to fight, within herself, the instinct to close her legs, to contract the vagina. Her legs trembled and she struggled to think clearly. But she didn't want to risk hurting Pip. 

Yue pushed the tiny guy inside her, even though it kicked and shook. The tender chirps were suffocated by the moans of the two lovers and within seconds, Kelly's labia had welcomed Pip to its pelvis.

- A...again... - moaned Kelly, almost forgetting the safety of her beloved pet - pu...push it...further -

Kelly was so wet that Yue had no difficulty in satisfying her. Pip waved its limbs, looking for a grasp, but the soaked flesh of her moisture slipped under its weak strength and absorbed it more and more. When Yue slid her fingers out of the Earthling, Pip's body had sunk into her up to its shoulders. It pitched frightened, as drops of its mistress's fluids dripped down the tiny face. Kelly succumbed to instinct and let her internal muscles tighten it, playing with the little screaming body. Feeling its warmth flowing into hers. More juices erupted from her depths, flowing into the spaces created by Pip itself as it fidgeted. 

A small, far part of Kelly's mind was still focused by Pip's safety, but the rest slipped more and more into the oblivion of pleasure. 

Yue moved, sitting facing the Earthling. She slid her legs over Kelly's body, one below her and the other above, feeling the skin of her smooth calf caressing her own breasts.

- Please. Hug my leg - Yue asked, softening her voice.

Kelly was feeling herself as if she was lost into Yue’s will. All the stress of her life, the bills to pay, the rent, the lack of a partner... and then the fear of a few hours earlier... it was all melting away with her conscience. Everything lost its importance. 

She was barely aware of a little voice in the farthest corner of her mind telling her to be careful... not to squeeze her legs. But why? What was between her legs other than one night's love?

Kelly obeyed, carrying the leg to herself. Kissing her foot, the ankle, the smooth calf made soft by products of beauty probably more expensive than her own car.

The lovers held each other and the vaginas, red with passion, kissed each other. Yue's labia welcomed Pip's head and arms, closing it between the two hot women. They began to move their hips, opening and closing their grip on the little man.

They gasped. They moaned. They enjoyed it. 

New orgasms flourished, new juices erupted, scenting the cockpit.

Outside the Flycar, the night stopped at every scream of pleasure, until sleep and silence welcomed the Martian and the Earthling embraced each other.

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Yue barely opened her eyes when a chirp interrupted her sleep. Immediately the morning light, polarized by the transparent aluminum of the windshield, struck the green eyes of the woman, who blinked to get used to it.

A sparrow was singing to them perched on the bonnet of the flycar, just beyond the windshield, as the morning spread all around them. Accustomed to the light, she made her gaze travel far away, on a space station that slowly woke on a new day. The enormous optical fibers that collected the external sunlight sent it back to the inner surface of the cylinder, heating the ground, the hills and the thousand of gardens. The thin morning fog, from the ground, rose up from the ground, gathering in the zone at zero g around the immense optical cables, creating a very long white cloud doomed to fade away in an hour or less.

In the cockpit there was the annoying, tingling, heavy atmosphere of a persistent humidity, the price of a night spent in a poorly ventilated metal box. The penetrating odour of dry female juices and sweat, which almost no expensive technology could have avoided to the woman permeated the air, making as counterbalance to the joy of the night just past.

Yue felt her arm tingling. Closely to her, in a tender embrace, laid Kelly, still deeply asleep. How small she was compared to her... and how pretty she looked asleep. The Earthling gave a sweet murmur, which made Yue want to hold her even tighter. To cuddle her. To love her. To protect her.

And yet she was the one who had protected the Martian the day before. A stranger. A taxi driver who could have ignored Vivian's violence. Who could have left her standing at that gate and saved herself a lot of trouble. Problems that probably weren't over yet.

She felt like she had feelings for Kelly. Was it damsel in distress syndrome? Was it the adrenaline, leading her into a night of passion?

Or maybe it was just the immense emptiness that all the time with Vivian had dug into her, leaving a crater hungry for affection. Maybe Yue would have thrown herself into anyone's arms after that night and Kelly was just a soul who had stumbled into her life. 

That was real life, not a second-rate holo-novel. Relationships don't come out at first sight and she was no longer a 15-year-old girl who could afford to believe it. Quite the opposite: she felt as if the fairy tale of the previous night had burst like a soap bubble, leaving her in the freezing cold of real life.

Slowly and carefully, Yue pulled her arm out from under the woman's head, reluctantly freeing herself from the heat of her body.

Suddenly Kelly wiggled in her sleep. At first Yue thought she had woken her. But then the Earthling smiled and rubbed her naked thighs against each other, moaning incomprehensible words. 

The Martian looked at the woman's pubis and immediately saw some movement. A little head popped out of the triangle between Kelly's legs, then an arm. Pip was popping out of the earthling's femininity, propping its hands up over the soft flesh. Yue saw the little creature fell to the bottom of the taxi after the nth effort to free itself and smiled when it start to clean itself up with its own arms, licking the forearms and rubbing them against the still damp hair.

- Hello - whispered Yue with a slightly comic motherly voice - did you have a good night inside your big lady? -

Pip neither answered nor looked at her. It shook its head, hand-combing its hair from the remains of dry Kelly's fluids. When it seemed to end its cleaning time, it was completely messy, in an appearance so funny that Yue could hardly resist laughing heartily. It reminded her of wet little mice coming out of their burrows after a rainy day on Mars.

Yue extended her arm over the tiny guy and her fingers surrounded it, grabbing it as gently as she could. She carried it closer to her face, ignoring the upset chirps smothered by her fingers, then pressed it to her closed top lip and took a deep breath in.

It smelled wonderful. Perhaps it was the night of passion speaking for her or the cold of the soul that Kelly had swept away the night before, but... she felt a pleasant warmth throughout her body when she smelled that perfume. When she was reminded of her voice.

"To hell with it!" She thought. "There are no rules. Why should I deny myself happiness? Even if it's ephemeral."

Pressed on her lips, Pip began to wriggle. Yue felt a pleasant itch in down, into her depth and, without thinking twice, carried the little thing between her legs. She could feel the dry fluids from the previous night creaking through the folds of her own flesh. Her fingers ran over the clitoris’ hood, dragging the chirping little body with them. Pip forced its legs and arms, trying to pull Yue's vagina away, but its pity, helpless struggles reignited the woman.
Pressed on her lips, Pip began to wriggle. Yue felt a pleasant itch in down, into her depth and, without thinking twice, carried the little thing between her legs. She could feel the dry fluids from the previous night creaking through the folds of her own flesh. Her fingers ran over the hood, dragging the chirping little body with them. Pip forced its legs and arms, trying to pull Yue's vagina away, but its small, helpless struggles reignited the woman. 

Yue bit her lower lip, choking on the moans of pleasure. She pressed Pip against her femininity, between her labia and under her clitoris, then rubbed it up and down, slowly.

The woman could feel every detail of its shape stroking on her flesh. Each bump of Pip's head made the pink hazelnut of the Martian swell, which soon got wet enough to make her want the tiny rebellious body inside herself. Each bump of Pip's head made the pink hazelnut of the Martian swell, which soon got wet enough to make her want the tiny rebellious body inside herself.

Her fingers dove into her, dragging Pip's legs with them. She let out a moan, which almost woke Kelly. She pulled out her two fingers, along with a shining thread of her juice. Then she pushed her fingers back in again, plunging Pip down to the chest.
Yue felt the little hands of the tiny being beat against her flesh, producing a wet 

 that sent shakes of pleasure down her spine. She arched her back, forcing her body not to lock her legs on the tiny pet. Another centimeter inside her. More pleasure. The woman felt new fluids gushing from her source, drops of pleasure flowing around the body stuck in her. Pip's feet touched her cervix, her little fingers caressed the red surface swollen by new pleasure and Yue began to play with the little man by rhythmically tightening her muscles.
She brought her hand to her mouth in order to not awake Kelly who, with her gentle breath, slept unaware, but soon she felt her breath was missing. Again, the heart accelerated, following the rhythm of her faster and faster breathing. she was so close… so close.
Then the pleasure flowed between her legs. The Martian trembled, fighting her own muscles, but at last she failed. The two thighs closed on Pip's chirping head and on her pubis. Yue couldn't help but squeeze, as she felt the flow of her orgasm pouring out of her, the tiny guy squirming inside her, teasing her cervix with its feet and prolonging even more that wonderful moment of madness.

Soon, only Yue's breathlessness remained to fill the Flycar, whose atmosphere was now filled with the smell of sex and pleasure, added to the humid and dirty atmosphere of the night.

The Martian turned to look at the sleeping Earthling by her side. Complicit, the tickling that a tiny man fighting against her muscles was giving her between legs, Yue smiled, looking at Kelly's face. 

Apart from being beautiful, brave enough to save her and caring, Yue knew nothing about her. Nor did she know what her future might be. At the thought of it, the woman felt a great dark emptiness inside. The uncertainty of the future weighed on her like a gravestone on her chest. She had escaped from Vivian just the night before and had not even managed to leave the space station. She had surrendered to the warm embrace of the stranger who had saved her, escaping the duty to think about what she was supposed to do. She combed her hair with a hand, sighing. Like a child, she snuggled in the arms of the woman who was still sleeping beside her.

"I'll have to think what to do," she thought, sighing deeply. "but not yet"

Vivian had destroyed her past. The future could still destroy her. But the present was still so sweet... so quiet and serene...

"Oh, Goddess..." she prayed, "Don't take it off. Let me live these few minutes of the present..."

The answer came immediately. 

A baton knocking on the window of the taxi. 

A policewoman in uniform. A hard face that wouldn't allow replies.

Kelly woke up with a shock, frightened.

- Get off the vehicle! -