Lust in Translation Jill's Interstellar Travels chapter 4 by TinyLesbo

The situation was deteriorating, and quickly. One moment, Jill was tied up like a pig at the fair, able to do nothing but lay there and listen to weird alien lizard girls inevitably chat shit about her. The next, those same weird alien lizard girls were panicking and running about, all because of... her?

 

The leader was still standing on Jill's chest, one foot on her chin for dominance or something, but her harsh, fricative growling did nothing to calm the others. Meanwhile Jill still couldn't do anything to try and calm the situation, because she couldn't understand a word they said, and it was only safe to assume the reverse was true.

 

"Okay, and translated!" Hannah suddenly piped up, her little fins waggling excitedly. "I'll get it beamed to your helmet and that should... oh, right. You're not wearing it, are you squirt?"

 

"Is now really the time?" Jill groaned. "Just... be the go between for now. Why're these midgets so scared?"

 

"Hmm..." Hannah floated amongst the lizard girls. "Hard to tell when they're all screaming like this. Something about... hair?! Oof, that's awkward."

 

"What's awkward?" Jill frowned.

 

"Looks like you rollin' out the red carpet got these freaks afraid." Hannah winked. "That's what you get for not shaving your puss, sis."

 

"Hey, fuck you." Jill strained against her binds. "I didn't ask them to start climbing about down there, did I? Right, get ready to translate for me."

 

"Gotcha," Hannah said, her LCD screen glowing yellow instead of blue.

 

Meanwhile Jill took in a breath. Or as much of one as she could with all these wires securing her chest. "H-hey! All of you calm down!"

 

Hannah's LCD screen rippled, and the little drone barked out sharp, fricative growls, not unlike those of the lizard girls. The leader's toes curled at Jill's chin, but her underlings stopped running about and screaming, so if nothing else, that was a success. 

 

"...thank you." Jill said, and Hannah translated. "Now, please listen. I mean you no harm, okay? I just want some supplies, and I'll be on my way before long. What is it you want from me?"

 

The leader of the lizard girls stood proud on her chest and chin, her growls and hisses translated by Hannah. "You do not belong here."

 

Both sisters rolled eyes in unison. "Yes, I know I don't belong here." Jill sighed. "That's why I'll be gone in a few hours, once my ship's fixed. Why're you all so... scared?"

 

The leader withdrew from her proud stance, settling on Jill's collarbone instead. "We thought you were a Brod...big?"

 

Hannah's LCD eyes screwed up in confusion. "Some long word with a lot of Bs in it. Turns out these little freaks aren't alone, sis."

 

"Huh." Jill frowned. "So there's bigger creatures like me?"

 

The leader nodded. "Much bigger."

 

Jill narrowed her eyes.

 

"Much, much bigger."

 

"Gotcha..."

 

"We thought you were just a kid, you're so small compared to them."

 

"Alright, we get it." Jill sighed. "So why're they panicking now?"

 

"Because we learned you are not a kid. Just a really small adult."

 

Jill grimaced. "B-but I'm not an adult. Not really...?"

 

The leader looked at her in confusion. "But you have the fuzzy hair."

 

Jill shifted awkwardly against her binds. "That uh, that... means something else. Look, if you untie me, I can explain everything. Please?"

 

"Hmm..." the leader put a hand to her chin. Suddenly stabbing the brunt of her spear into Jill's collarbone like the spit to her roast piggy situation, she raised her voice and barked out instructions to the rest of the lizard girls. Too harsh and fast for Hannah to properly translate, if nevertheless ended with fifty or so lizard girls staring at them all like they're suddenly grown another limb.

 

"You heard me!" The leader repeated herself, and Hannah managed to translate this time. "Untie the Little Brodbig!"

 

A tense silence followed for a few moments, but her underlings eventually followed orders, and Jill felt the pressure slowly relieving as her binds were cut one at a time. Each releasing with a tiny whoosh, it felt like she was bursting out of her own skin, she'd been confined all this time. Her arms, shoulders, chest, belly, legs... everything was seared with tiny red cuts, and movement felt like needles were scraping against the exposed skin. Her thigh fell back down to the ground with the release, and there was a moment's panic as something under her thigh squeaked with surprise.

 

"Oh! Shit!" Jill gasped, immediately reaching under and digging out one of the lizard girls. Snared between her fingers, the tail sticking out at an awkward angle, the lizard girl in question looked a little battered, but otherwise fine?

 

"A-are you okay?" Jill asked, her voice tremoring. That was the last thing she needed; finally convince these fuckers to untie her, and then immediately hurt one of them. The lizard girl in her hands just trembled, seemingly unsure what to do. With a grunt from their leader, the pair exchanged some silent conversation Hannah couldn't pick up on, and the lizard girl in Jill's hand turned back to face her.

 

"...y-yes. Sorry."

 

"Sorry? Why're you apologising? It was my leg that fell on you." Jill found herself smiling. "Will you take an apology hug?"

 

"Pfft. Look at you, you little softy." Hannah snickered. "You find one race of tiny alien girls and suddenly you're like putty in their hands somehow."

 

"Shush you, I'm just being nice." Jill sneered. "Aren't you supposed to be translating?"

 

"Working your precious big sister to the motherboard like this..."Hannah pouted, and carried on translating. The lizard girl in Jill's hand suddenly looked a bit less confused.

 

"...hug?"

 

"Yeah, a hug!" Jill smiled. "I-it's a thing we do, to say hi, or say sorry, or say we love you, or... here, lemme show you."

 

The lizard girl was brought to her chest, and a little shriek of panic was swallowed up between her arms, as tension suddenly ramped up again amongst the lizard girls. 

 

"She's okay, don't worry!" Jill broke the hug, showing the lizard girls that she was indeed okay. "It's just a nice thing we do!"

 

She carefully put the lizard girl down, who was blushing the shade past crimson, but seemingly over the moon. Confusion struck for a moment, but Jill had to admit; if she were in their position, she wouldn't mind snuggling against giant boobs.

 

...not that hers were giant, even from their perspective, but still. It'd be a nice situation.

 

The leader cleared her throat, and Hannah translated. "It's not that. Your 'hug', as you call it, is a proposal for marriage to us."

 

"Marriage?" Jill cried. She'd seen some weird customs in her travels, but a simple hug was a marriage proposal here?

 

"Yes." The leader said simply. "When two Lizziputians meet, and exchange body warmth in a courtship ritual, it is writ that they shall wed." 'ooh, fancy', Hannah broke translation for a moment. "Alizza here is all red because she's now technically your betrothed."

 

"She what?" It was Jill's turn to blush. Sharing an awkward glance with the lizard girl by her hip, suddenly things were a lot more serious. Also that was a really pretty name.

 

"But of course, it is forbidden." The leader looked crestfallen. 

 

"Forbidden?" Jill gasped