I had this idea in mind for a while after reading some stories with similar themes on Wattpad, and I thought this probably could happen in Irken culture. Before you get any ideas from the title, however, this is NOT going to be an erotic type of fic like '50 Shades of Gray'. It might have one sex scene or two later on, but I'm not going even close to the sadomasochistic thematic. I don't like that stuff XSXS

Another thing: although this story is in a different au from 'The Smeet' series, some characters from there will make an appearance here in slightly different, but somewhat similar, roles. You'll see what I mean later on. Still, I'm putting a small list of characters at the end of the chapters they appear in for the first time, at least for those who are yet to read my other IZ fics and don't know who is who.

And one more thing: this fic will have a non-linear plot, which means it won't exactly follow a plot line. I'll just let the story go with the flow and see where it heads.

And with that, let us begin!

Irk holds a different concept of weddings.

For starters, there's no 'religious' concept to them, it is merely a legal formality between two Irkens who wish to spend the rest of their lives with no one else. Other lifeforms would call it a 'contracted arrangement for mutual company' rather than the usual 'love compromise' involved in the process.

It is not a representative of some omnipotent being living somewhere in the sky that conducts said procedure, but the Control Brains themselves. The couple merely introduces a petition to be 'wed', which may take months (the stand-by list is very long) to be revised and may be approved. If you were fortunate enough to have your petition moved to fast-forward to the top all you had to do was present yourself before a Control Brain to program your civil status as married, or 'claimed', through your PAK.

In other words, Irken weddings aren't such a big thing. Simple, with no big after-parties to gorge yourself in sugary snacks, empty, overly-sentimental and poetic 'vows' that will hold no significance in a year or the female having to wear a showy colorless garment.

Naturally, Tenn felt overwhelmed with hers for including most of the mentioned above.

"You look dazzling, ma'am!" one of the many seamstress drones chirped, proud with her work.

Tenn looked at her reflection in the mirror. The dress covered her shoulders almost full, flowing down into a gracefully draped neckline; it was a loose fit which made the dress look comfortable, yet elegant and stylish. The waist was thin, but in a tight fit. A cloth ribbon was wrapped around her and tied on one side. The skirt reached all the way down, nearly covering her feet, and was the same length all around. It had so many glitter and sequins that Tenn found it too extravagant.

White held little significance in this kind of events, it was reserved for the scientific and medical areas. Instead, her 'wedding' gown was made of a deep fuchsia fabric matching her own eyes.

"The Tallest will certainly be pleased," the same seamstress said, proud of her work. "Be sure to tell him who made your dress!" Tenn sighed. Of course, that's all she cared about.

After a few more adjustments another irkenette, this clad in the white medical colors started to do some check-ups, which included a full PAK scan, height, pulse, eyes, lekku*, etcétera. Tenn couldn't help but shudder uncomfortably, especially when she thought of the reason this check-up was being made in the first place.

The medic drone nodded in approval and stepped out of the room. Tenn heard her say 'she's ready' to somebody in the corridor. Seconds later one her escorts said in a gruff voice. "It's time to go, ma'am."

She had been dreading those words, but nevertheless, she made her way out of the changing room, ignoring the over-enthusiastic waving of the head seamstress, and into the hall. Her escort, two members of the Tallest's elite guard, pricked their lekku ever so slightly. Did she really look that good?

They quickly turned away, of course. Nobody was allowed to stare at her for too long; if they had been in the presence of her soon-to-be-husband they would have already been thrown out of… the closest thing to an airlock on Irk.

Speaking of Irk, the event would take place in her capital, the great planetary metropolis whose lights could be seen from the atmosphere. The Irkens had long eradicated every single patch of nature to replace it with buildings, machinery, towers, etcétera. The only exception was the fortress and palace of the Almighty Tallest, which had acres of gardens, forests and even a lake of unpolluted water. Courtesy of Tallest Miyuki.

Tenn was escorted into a long, sleek-looking ship, marked on the side with the Imperial seal in black: a slik cruiser of the expensive variety. It was a sort of warning to the rest of the Irken citizens that this ship either belonged to the Tallest or was transporting a very important person (usually the Tallest themselves). The privileges of this were that whoever was driving, and its passengers, could not be detained or arrested by Irk's Aerial Traffic Control, also known as IrkATraC.

As the ship joined the flock of hundreds of ships, all with varying sizes and shapes but sharing the same color shades of fuchsia and violet, flying through the city Tenn couldn't help but notice how all the vehicles made way for them as they passed. She sighed. There it goes her hope that she could at the very least earn more time through the traffic jam. How naive on her part.

By the time they arrived at the Control Brains' central, a big fortress standing out from the other buildings by its… colder and less round architecture, Tenn could feel her squeedly spooch squirming sending uncomfortable shivers down her spine. Tenn quickly ejected a small napkin from her PAK and dabbed the sweat gathering on her forehead. She couldn't have any sort of 'imperfection' as long as she was in the public eye.

Tenn had never been fond of cameras, not even in her days as an Invader where she would be on the literal spotlight after conquering a planet and firing the first cannon sweep. So naturally, she felt overwhelmed when she was met by dozens of said devices, all floating and swarming around her, trying to get a clear picture of her. On the edges of the red carpet leading up to the doors were gathered swarms of Irkens, most of the standard height, who similarly tried to get a good shot of Tenn. She glimpsed a few males who were literally drooling, captivated by how stunning she looked.

On this occasion, she was glad to be escorted. The guards shoved any shortie who got too close, pushed the cameras away with their spears and even kicked one of the drooling males for having fantasies with her.

Tenn forced herself to wear a stoic, dignified face as she elegantly strode through the carpet, not sparing any of the citizens a glance. They were all below her, both socially and literally. As a former Invader, she had to make an example.

Because of her former status, precisely, this whole situation was completely uncomfortable and stressing to her. She was a soldier, member of the Irken Elite Corps, toughened by years of combat and ruthless training. And then out of the blue, she was put in an itchy dress, with limited leg movement and shoes that slightly enhanced her height artificially at the cost of balance. How humiliating! No wonder nobody liked to wear this type of clothing.

But Tenn put up with it with dignity. It would take more than a girly dress to break her. She'd put up with this with her head held up high.

Her self-confidence faded the closer they were to their destination, especially after the doors closed shut behind her. Just like the outside, the interior was dark and ominous. Tenn and her escort passed by one or two groups of technicians and scientists, all the best in their areas, most of them not paying them any mind. After taking an elevator to the higher levels of the building, they stepped out at the trip's end.

The Control Brain chamber.

The uncertainty turned into fear when they entered the room. Tenn's eyes briefly scanned the room, looking for the cause. There he was, clad in a different type of armor for this occasion. This one was elegant-looking with spiral patterns, silk sleeves, and a long flowing cape, all in different shades of purple.

"About time, you were taking too long. I've been waiting for an eternity." He frowned at the guards. Tenn was momentarily relieved he had not yet set his sights on her. Both guards went into a quick, nervous salute accompanied by the lekku wiggle.

"It's only been five minutes, Purple." The new voice was coming from Tallest Red, who stood to one side with a soft drink in his hold. Much like Tallest Purple, he was wearing a regal armor with a long cape, except his came in shades of crimson. Tenn noticed an Irkenette, clad in a more feminine version of his armor-minus the cape- in shades of aqua green, was grabbing onto his arm. "You're exaggerating."

Purple's eyes finally set on her. The fear intensified tenfold. Those violet orbs were reeking with lust, the same lust that she had seen that night. "Well, my dear Tenn, now that you're here, shall we begin?" He held out a hand to her with a 'tender' smile. With no other choice, she extended out her trembling arm to accept it and stand side-by-side with him. It was cold. Another shiver was sent down her spine, this one of plain disgust.

A few years ago, back on her first assignment to Meekrob, she would have barely reached half his knees with the tip of her lekku. Today, however, her head almost reached up to his chest. Out of all the Invaders of her generation, she had turned out to be the tallest, though evidently, Tallest Red's wife had more in that department; unlike her, the irkenette was only about ten inches shorter than Red.

The head Control Brain, perhaps the most powerful machine in the whole universe, spoke in a mechanical yet ominous voice. If both are present, let us begin.

In the blink of an eye, four long cables flew down from the ceiling and attached themselves to the two Irkens' PAKs, two for Tenn and two for Purple. As she felt the Control Brain surging through her very being to make some 'adjustments', her mind went momentarily adrift...

"Ha, I knew you would make it!"

Tenn rolled her eyes but smiled nevertheless. "How curious, from what I hear you were already drooling for someone else."

"Whoever said that?!" Invader Dren blushed deeply, then he vaguely frowned in a certain direction. "It was Larb, wasn't it? Oh, I'm SO going to throw him out of the airlock!"

"You do know only the Tallest can do that, don't you?"

"Well, then I'll find a way to have them throw him out of the airlock."

Tenn smiled. "You know I'm messing with you, Dren, don't take it like that." She had to admit, Larb was not very… easy to interact with.

A guard strode towards them. "The Tallest are ready for you, Invader Tenn," he said gruffly. Tenn had grown a bit taller than him, so he did not give the despective treatment he would have given a shorter Invader such as Skoodge. Poor guy.

Tenn looked back at Dren with a smirk. "Wish me luck."

Dren smiled as he waved a hand.

…

"The Invader responsible for this planet's conquest is none other than Invader Tenn!"

Her entry into the prep room was received with applause, cheers, and a standing ovation. Tenn felt her chest swell up with pride. After two irk years, her mission on Meekrob was complete. The Armada was gathered around Meekrob's orbit ready to perform the Organic Sweep (the Meekrob were to be exterminated, it was too risky to keep them alive) as soon as the first cannon was fired.

Tenn confidently made her way to the platform where the Tallest had been addressing the crowd. She was pleased to note she had grown up to reach their chests, something very uncommon. She saluted and wiggled her lekku. "Greetings my Tallest," she spoke.

"Why, you have certainly grown quite some inches since you were last before us, soldier," Red was the first to speak to her. "No wonder you were successful, right Purple?" He turned to his co-tallest when he received no reply. "Hello? Earth to Purple?"

Tenn looked up at her Tallest to see if he was okay. He was staring at her with half-raised lekku and his eyes open. It felt uncomfortable.

Finally, he reacted with a yelp of pain when Red smacked the back of his head. "What on irk, Red?!" he snapped.

"You were staring at… nothing." Red told him. "I was saying that Invader Tenn has grown a lot since the last time we saw her."

"Oh, that," Purple looked at her again, without freezing this time. "Indeed, she has." There was a hint of something in his voice. She had no idea of what, but she had learned to trust her instincts while on Meekrob. "Well, don't just stand there, fire the first cannon sweep so we start blowing things up!"

Tenn decided to put the feeling aside for the time being and went to press the button.

Red nodded in approval the shot blew up a small part of Meekrob. "Commence the organic sweep!"

Tallest Purple never removed his gaze from her even as the planet's surface burned.

If only she had seen it back then…

The cables retreated back into the Brains' core. It's done. I hereby pronounce you husband and wife.

Husband and wife… The end of her life, the beginning of their life, mostly the first. From this day on she'd be relieved from her duty as a soldier and Invader, the only one she'd ever have was to please her husband and Tallest.

Before I forget, you may... kiss your bride, Tallest Purple.

Shoot. She had hoped the Control Brain would forget about that. The look on her new 'husband's' face said it all. Grin and bear it, Tenn. It's your new duty. That's what she was telling herself, being a blindly loyal Irken, but the soldier in her screamed at her for allowing this to happen.

Tenn closed her eyes shut and lifted a lekku. She felt deep shivers and a very tiny tingling sensation as Tallest Purple's own lekku intermingled with hers. Instead of the gross saliva exchanging inferior species often do to show affection, Irkens touched their lekku, also known as antennae by some, a very sensitive and intimate part of their bodies.

"If you two are done, I'm getting hungry."

"Red, give them a break. Purple didn't rush you when we got married, remember?"

"No, but he certainly didn't stop making childish noises."

Tenn felt a great deal of relief when their lekku separated. This was only the beginning, however. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Shall we go, my dear?" Tenn stared at the arm being offered to her. The tone in which he spoke sent alarms through her PAK's systems; he was getting impatient. Part of her wanted to delay the inevitable, but she knew not to push her luck. Tallest Purple was known for being the more ruthless of the two leaders, especially when things didn't go his way.

She held unto Tallest Purple's arm, forcing herself to offer him a smile of her own. This seemed to placate him for the time being, so he led her out of the control brain room and unto one of the balconies that overlooked the city of Irk.

They were met with roars of applause and cheering from the masses gathered down below. Tenn wished she could dig a hole and disappear. She had never been the type to hang around crowds, at least not in her current outfit. Her Invader uniform made her look strong and indomitable. This one made her look… girly.

Tenn subtly looked up at her husband and Tallest, noting how he was waving his arm with a proud grin on his face. Should she follow his example? She was certain he wouldn't like to be overshadowed. She waved her own arm, but her movements were slower and she didn't lift it as much as he did. They might be married, but technically he was still her superior both in rank and height.

…

The Tallest being… well, the Tallest, they liked to find any excuse to throw a party. In this case, they threw a party to celebrate the wedding. It was to be held in their stronghold and home in Irk, the Tallest Tower, named as such for its spires dwarfing the rest of Irk's buildings. It wasn't held 'inside' the castle per se, but it was held within its boundaries, in an area near the main entrance. No Irken was allowed further in if they didn't work there as servitude, and even those had limited access within the castle's halls.

Tenn mostly distracted herself by staring at the service drones who were moving around, carrying drinks to the guests and being subjected to mistreatments such as one of the tallers getting a foot in front of them so they'd trip, dropping whatever they had on top and being berated for being 'clumsy'. A few years ago she would have laughed along at their misery, but now…

"Hey, Bobby, another refill!"

"Yes, My Tallest." Tenn watched as the service drone, Bob (she remembered him from the Massive), walked away from the table with her husband's empty glass, along with many others, on top of him.

All who attended were taller Irkens: politicians, generals, even a few of the more favored Invaders during Operation Impending Doom II. No 'shortie' was allowed in, minus the drones who served drinks so the guests wouldn't have to do so themselves.

Even amongst this elite gathering, the Tallest had better seating and accommodations. Their long table was on top of a platform, both to remind the attendees they were still their superiors and to keep themselves from having to touch the ground until it had gone through a cleansing to eradicate the shorter ones' filth. Tenn glanced around at the other occupants. Tallest Purple was, of course, next to her savoring on some curly fries while Tallest Red and his own wife were to his right.

The other Irkenette-she recalled from the broadcasts that her name was Lena-seemed to be in better terms with her mate. They exchanged smiles, touched each other and overall appeared to be very much in love. Tenn couldn't help but wonder if it was genuine or if she was just like her, a prisoner in her golden cage being forced to keep up appearances.

"Ma'am?"

Tenn blinked and looked down. A service drone was next to her. "Would you like something to drink?"

Tenn was about to decline when Purple answered for her. "Bring her some champagne."

"Y-Yes, My Tallest." with that the drone wobbled out of sight.

"I don't feel like having a drink, My Tallest," Tenn said with the slightest hint of annoyance.

"Come on, my dear, you don't have to be so formal with me anymore. We're husband and wife now, remember?" His voice was a mixture of sweetness and a hint of anger. The look in his eyes said it all. Don't push me, woman. Tenn forced a smile again, giving a sign that she understood. This placated his wrath yet again, at least for now.

After her drink was brought Tenn drank slowly and sip by sip. An Irken soldier should never get drunk, especially knowing what awaited once the Tallest got bored of the celebration.

The news came like a bucket of hydrolic acid being poured right on top of her squeedly-spooch. It came unto the morning broadcast that day, informing of an Invader's failure in his mission resulting in a rather gruesome demise. She hoped, prayed, it wasn't who she thought it was, but then the picture of a head without its body appeared onscreen.

Dren's head.

No… No, no! It couldn't be! She had spoken with him just yesterday! This had to be a nightmare! Or maybe they got the wrong guy, and her Dren was still out there.

"I miss you so much, babe! When will you be coming back?"

"If all goes well, I will be calling the Armada in one month for the Organic Sweep." Dren smiled. "Then hopefully we can get married on the spot."

All their plans, all their dreams, the life they had planned out together… It was all taken away from her that day. Her living quarters on Irk suffered the consequences as she unleashed her sorrowful wrath. Once she had taken everything out, she clutched an old photo pad with pictures of him as she cried her ocular implants out.

She could not mourn her beloved any further, however. She was sent a message not long after the news, urging her to present herself in the Massive. Would she be assigned another planet? The warrior part of her wished to. What a better way to vent off than to smite inferior species, after all? Plus it would certainly distract her from the painful memories.

What she found once there was not what she expected. The Tallest were not in the bridge, and the navigators sent her instead to the Massive's upper decks, where the Tallest would be waiting for her assignment. When the elevator gates opened she found a table with two chairs, lavender candles and a vase of rare flowers that could not be found on Irk. On one of the seats sat Tallest Purple himself.

"Welcome, Invader Tenn," he said, lifting a delicate glass half-filled with violet wine. "I've been expecting you."

Tenn just stared at him in utter surprise. "My Tallest?"

"You have been working so hard these past years that I thought you deserved a break, plus something to show you how important you are to the Empire. You're the conqueror of Meekrob after all, right?"

The part in Tenn that was fanatically loyal to the Empire was screaming with excitement, but the part in her that was mourning Dren felt incensed. How dare he try to woo her when she just lost her fiancée? The loyalist in her kicked this aside, at least for now. She could not refuse the invitation, not when it came from the Tallest himself.

Besides, it had been a really long time ever since she was in any of either Tallest's good mood.

The party lasted for a good few hours until Tallest Purple finally got bored. He was the first to leave the table, but whatever hope Tenn had of staying behind was crushed when a female guard-not the usual soldier, but the Tallest's personal guard- was sent to escort her to her new shared chambers. Tenn could almost see the envy in her eyes. All female Irkens would sell their own PAKs for a single glance from the Tallest. If only they knew…

The living quarters she was taken to were located in the upper levels of the Tallest Tower. Just like she imagined, the room was the epitome of luxury the Irken Empire could offer, exclusive only to the Tallest themselves. It was decorated in shades of purple signaling who was the owner of this bedroom. The walls and ceiling were painted in violet with lavender swirling patterns. The large canopy bed had a similar palette. There was a balcony to the right side that overlooked all the terrains within the Tallest Tower's boundaries and the distant lights of the city.

Cruel irony, the room had been decorated for the 'occasion'. While usually this was deemed a waste of time and resources, the current Tallest were pretty frivolous and liked this type of stuff if only to show off the fact that they could enjoy it. There was a trail of magenta petals of some kind of flower leading up to the bed, also covered in said petals. Primitive wax sticks with tiny purple flames were strategically placed around, releasing a nice scent of sugar.

To her relief, Tallest Purple was not there. Where had he gone?

Tenn almost begged the guard not to leave her, but she had already left. With nothing else to do she explored around the room. Before doing so she took off the shoes. Irk, her feet were killing her! Stupid heels! Tenn felt a shiver of pleasure down her spine and through her antenna when her soles came into contact with the soft, velvety carpet with every step she took. Irken feet and hands were unusually sensitive to touch; this was the reason they used gloves and boots all the time, only taking them off within their own homes.

"About time."

The familiar voice sent shivers down her spine. Tenn turned around. There he was, leaning against the door leading to the bathroom, looking annoyed. Tenn almost blushed deeply when she realized his robes were gone, exposing all his upper body. A deep violet towel was wrapped around his waist.

"I'm s-sorry, My Tallest." Tenn quickly apologized. She didn't want to make him angry right before IT; they were out of the public eye and the wrong thing to say might blow up his volatile temper.

Tallest Purple came closer to her, circling around while examining her head to foot. Tenn froze again when she felt one of his long, spindly fingers running down her spine. She felt the dress being ripped from behind, causing it to drop to the ground and expose her naked body. She didn't really care about that piece of showy clothing, what nearly did it was feeling the touch.

"You certainly have grown, dear Tenn…" she heard his soft voice whisper into her non-existent ear while feeling his hot breath against her skin. "Who would have known you'd be so… exquisite?"

A yelp escaped her as she was effortlessly picked up and carelessly thrown unto the bed. She would have marveled at how soft and comfortable it was if it weren't for the male towering on top of her. Before she knew it Tallest Purple was right on top on her, his eyes hungrily staring down. Tenn's equivalent of an Irken heart was beating like mad. Her lekku went flat against her head.

"Of all the females I've seen in my life, none has ever been as tall and beautiful as you." Two long fingers stroked her cheek in an almost tender way. Tenn's hand flew to grab his wrist in pure instinct.

Tenn knew she had made a mistake when her 'husband's' gaze darkened again. She thought he'd strike her or hurt her in any way, but Tallest Purple merely chuckled. "You still have fighting spirit. I like that," his hands gripped both her arms to pin them to the sides, squeezing them painfully. "It will make it even more exciting. I like women who play hard to get."

It's not like you're giving me any choice. Tenn thought bitterly.

She felt it: his lekku intermingling with hers again. It made all the other bodily sensations pale in comparison to what she was feeling now. The tingling sensation from before returned, but on this occasion, it returned tenfold. An Irken's lekku is the most sensitive-and intimate-part of their bodies. A single touch was enough to override even the PAK's receptors. In Irken culture touching another's lekku was often seen as Taboo because of this. The only instance in which this was allowed was between married pairs or two very close friends with permission from both sides. It should have been a pleasant experience, but the circumstances under which this was happening turned it into a nightmare.

Her warrior side wanted to kick, fight, take out her PAK legs and run them through him, anything that allowed her to fight back. But an Irken is raised (and programmed) from birth to be loyal to their Empire and their Almighty Tallest; no matter if they were treated unfairly, abused, mistreated, thrown out of the airlock, etcetera, the PAK programming prevented any Irken from bringing any harm upon their leaders or have any negative thoughts of them.

Part of the PAK reprogramming Tenn went through for her new married life, however, partly modified this, and even her update was different from the usual since her husband was one of the Tallest. She still couldn't physically harm nor attempt to kill him, but she could now see him the way he was, with all the flaws without any tinted filters. The purpose of this was to give both parties a more 'genuine' interaction. Technically this meant Tenn could curse her Tallest for the first time in her entire life.

Since there was no way to escape, Tenn could only try to retreat back into her mind, looking for any memory within her PAK she could cling to in order to distract herself . The one she found was not exactly what she was looking for, but she was so desperate she sunk into it...

She had a bad feeling when she entered her apartment that night. It was completely dark and the lights wouldn't turn on through PAK or vocal command. Tenn warily stretched her PAK-legs out and activated her night vision to move around in the darkness without knocking anything aside.

"You have a lovely house, Tenn."

Tenn jumped and swiftly turned around, two PAK-legs high in the air preparing to strike the intruder only to come to an abrupt halt inches away from his stoic face. Tenn blinked in surprise. "M-My Tallest Purple?!"

He was casually sitting in her couch, his fingers drumming against each other, a half-stoic, half-friendly expression on his face. What was he doing here? She didn't need to ask how he got in; as the Almighty Tallest, he could access to wherever he wanted. Her PAK-legs retracted automatically; one should never get any higher than the Tallest or the consequences could be grave.

"W-What brings you here, My Tallest?" Tenn asked. The last time she saw him they didn't... exactly leave on good terms, on her part mostly. Had he come to punish her for such disrespect?

Tallest Purple merely started toying with one of the mini-figurines in her table. "I came to apologize, dear Tenn." Tenn blinked. Had she just heard right? "Sorry I couldn't make you love me the 'easy' way."

One good thing about Invader training; learn to anticipate. Tenn jumped to the side just as his PAK-legs emerged nailed down unto the spot she had been standing on seconds ago. Survival instinct and her warrior spirit overcame the PAK settings preventing her from harming her Tallest. Tenn gave the loudest war cry she could muster and retaliate with her own PAK-legs coming out on the offensive.

The fight was brief. Despite Tenn's best efforts and managing to scratch her aggressor's cheek, this action caused her PAK to send corrective jolts of electricity through her body. As mentioned before, touching the Tallest was taboo; if she made it alive out of this she'd be deactivated for such an offense. Tallest Purple took advantage of this to grab her by the throat and pinned against the wall; his PAK-legs jabbed into the wall around her, creating a small prison from which she could not escape.

Tenn felt herself trembling as he glared down at her. She might be taller than before, but Tallest Purple still loomed over her considerably and with a threatening expression. He brought his claws to his cheek and wiped a small trail of pink blood running down it, taking a brief look at it. Tenn allowed a horrified gasp to escape her upon realizing what she had done.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Purple's voice was serious. "You have inflicted harm on an Almighty Tallest, thereby violating one of Irk's most ancient laws, am I right? I wonder what the Control Brains will have to say about this."

Not the Control Brains! She'd be lucky if she was just banished or re-encoded. Whoever dared lay a hand on the Tallest, regardless of the circumstances, were usually deemed defective and terminated.

"Or we could come to an agreement," Tallest Purple suddenly said, pretending to think. "As you know, there is only one position in which you could lay a scratch on me without as much of a punishment from the Control Brains."

Tenn felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew where this was going. She took a deep breath when his fingers ran down the side of her face again, feeling his lustful gaze on top of her. His expression turned somber again.

"Marry me and I will make all of your dreams come true. You will want for nothing, you will be respected throughout the Empire and you will rise to the heights of Irken society. Refuse me and I will turn you in to the Control Brains for assault on the Tallest, and you will most likely be deemed a defective and put down if you're lucky."

She was at his mercy and he knew it. Even if for some reason her life was spared her reputation would be ruined. All her honors and achievements would be swiped under the rug, overshadowed by her crime. She'd probably be re-encoded as a pleasure, food service, janitor drone or any other humiliating work the Control Brain could think of. Worse: she could be banished and cut off from the Empire, the worst punishment an Irken could get. Even defectives would rather face deactivation than permanent exile.

"So what will it be, my dear?" Tallest Purple asked, his expression becoming insufferably tender.

Tenn closed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. "I accept... I will marry you, My Tallest

Things don't look good for Tenn. Hopefully things will eventually get better, right. I don't think I'll put an updating schedule on this one, as I mentioned up above, it'll just come and go. It will mostly center on both Tenn and Purple, though, and I'll be switching between their perspectives every now and then.