I tried to be quiet, hoping he wouldn't notice, maybe I could get out of the chair before he started yelling? Even if I could get the straps off, the drop was way to high. I could stop the tears, id wet myself, and I couldnt get away.

Blue's reaction wasn't what I expected, he picked me up, held me close, and rocked me like a baby, repeating the word Good.

He seemed a bit panicked, taking out his phone and calling a number. “Blue,” Came a familiar voice, followed by Robbie's chants of "Throw it. Throw it." She must have thrown it, because there was the sound of running feet and goggles. I tried to listen to that as the pair hissed back and forth.

"Blue, I need a bath," I whimpered, pulling at my wet clothes. "Get off the phone." There was hissing laughter from Yellow and a yell from Blue. I flinched, but Blue shushed me.

Finally he carried me upstairs into a familiar room. I didn't even notice when my clothes were gone, I was crying too hard, until I was in a bath full of slightly warm water.

I heard Robbie again, begging Yellow to throw the ball, so she must have it again. The sound of the ball bouncing away cut through the owners conversations, and moments later Robbie was yelling. "Yellow, help, I can't reach it!"

Finally, Blue ended the call, and slammed the phone on the sink. He turned to me, and I tucked my knees close, pressing my face into them. I always cried when I wet myself, it usually meant I would get hurt by my owner. But that was Blue now, and he had only yelled once and it was at the cell phone pressed to the floppy skin at the side of his neck. It must be an ear. My tears eased as I realized I would be ok with Blue.

I didn't even care that I was nude again, this was a bath after all, and even though privacy was nice. I couldn't use anything to get clean, the bottles were too big to lift, and what if I used something that wasn't supposed to be used on humans? This wasn't like home where shampoos and soaps were within reach.

I barely remembered my home before these creatures, but thinking about it would only make me cry more.

My face was gently lifted, and there was more praise as a scaly finger wiped the tears. He grabbed a cloth, and grabbed a bottle that was slightly large to his massive hand. “Soap?” I asked, but his only response was to lather it.

It didn't matter that it was soap, I still couldn't loft it, and was still dependent on Blue. He ran the cloth over my head, and face, avoiding my eyes and mouth, and then over my upper body, and legs.

Panic set in when he tried to go between my legs. I yanked the cloth. He seemed surprised, but let me clean myself.

When done, he held out his hand and I passed him the cloth that he threw into a bin. (On an alien planet and they still used laundry baskets.) He poured water over me gently, and let the water out. He then refilled it, and just watched me.

It was odd, but when I tried to get out, he just gently pushed me back into the water. Not sure what I was supposed to do, I just laid back and relaxed. It must be what he wanted because he called me good again.

The water was only slightly colder when he pulled me out. I tried to get back in, but he was persistent, and the towel he wrapped around me was warm. I didn't want to fight it, instead wrapping up and giving a soft moan at the heat.

Too soon, he pulled the towel away and dressed me in another hoodie dress. He picked me up, and we were moving again. This time, it was a bedroom, large enough for him with a massive bed. He got into the bed, snuggling me beside him.

He took out a book, and I ran my finger over the wording, "Wish I could read it." But the picture on the front seemed to be a cartoon of a human.

He flipped through the pages, seeming to know exactly where he wanted to go. I groaned, feeling like I was back in anatomy at the picture he stopped at. But he quickly turned it, ear flaps dropping, irritated because it wasn't what he wanted.

I giggled at his shock at learning a human needed to drink water. I had long ago found out that these beings got water another way. It was add he didn't know when he left out water bowls.

I settled down as he read, occasionally looking at the pictures. My head started to drop, eventually settling in Blue's chest.

My head jerked up as the book slammed. Blue let out some irritated hissing, pulling me up to his eye level and saying something. I yawned in response. He hissed again, and I carried me from the room, and back down the stairs. He left me in the soft carrier again, leaving the door open. The lights were out, but a soft glow came from a nightlight. I slept deeply.

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