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The drone’s main receptor seemed to narrow at her, then its normal humming resumed and Xalia breathed a sigh of relief. Then the filtered voice sounded from the robot. ‘Unauthorized life form aboard ship. Conclusion: pest infestation. Solution: removal.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Xalia asked, her pretty brows knotting in confusion. ‘The only things aboard this ship are me and you!’ The drone turned squarely to face her, focusing its lens on her again.
‘Oh,’ she said in a small voice. Stepping out of her chair, the princess backed away across the small cabin. ‘Now, Heebie,’ she stammered. ‘You recognize me. The princess, remember? I order you to halt at once!’
HB-7 extended a set of whirring arms towards the increasingly worried girl. Her look of consternation only worsened as she noticed that the arms ended in sharp-looking pincers that flexed open and closed.
‘No, Heebie, no!’ she squeaked, and then made a break for the cabin door.
‘Closing off escape route,’ Heebie grated, and the door began to lower quickly from the ceiling. Not wanting to be trapped in a cabin with a deranged ship drone, Xalia dove desperately forward, sliding on her stomach into the corridor. Sadly for her, she wasn’t quite quick enough and the door slammed down on her tiny waist. Her upper body was now in the main corridor, while her lower half remained inside the cabin.
‘No!’ Xalia gasped, scrabbling at the carpeted floor of the corridor. Her long nails were not up to the job at hand, though, and she couldn’t get purchase. Inside the cabin, her booted legs flailed frantically, kicking helplessly against the floor. Heebie rumbled forward to get a better view of the princess’ struggling backside.
The drone stood quietly for a moment, observing the two pert, perfectly rounded globes of flesh barely constrained in golden rubber. They wiggled back and forth, jiggling pleasantly, as the girl’s muffled exclamations came from the other side of the door.
Coming to a conclusion, the robot shot out one of its manipulator arms and grabbed the left cheek gently; the sounds from outside seemed to increase in volume. This was nothing compared to what happened when Heebie extended the sharp ends of the pincer, embedding them deep into the soft flesh.
An almighty shriek came from the corridor and the long legs beat furiously on the floor, though Xalia’s delicate derrière was constricted from moving too much because of the drone’s iron grip on her left buttock. Moving slightly to get more leverage, Heebie grabbed hold of the right cheek in a similar manner. Its talons were now at least an inch deep in the princess’ wonderfully ample backside, and from the sounds of it, she could feel it quite well indeed.
‘Commencing pest removal,’ HB-7 beeped, and tugged hard on its two acquisitions. A loud squeal erupted as Xalia’s well-padded backside was dragged back a few inches, only to strain back towards the door; Heebie calculated that the pest was trying to drag its way all the way through, so redoubled its pulling.
The titanic tug of war continued as both parties strained for all they were worth, with Xalia’s fabulous rump as the prize in the middle. Those two golden globes of flesh shifted back and forth, puckered where the half-dozen talons punctured them deeply.
The ‘pest’ must have managed a last mighty burst of strength, as Heebie’s claws were suddenly pulled free of the their soft target and the long legs shot under the door with a final anguished squeal, the hatch slamming closed behind them. Lights on HB-7’s casing flashed as it reconsidered its tactics.

To be continued...

Description

The drone’s main receptor seemed to narrow at her, then its normal humming resumed and Xalia breathed a sigh of relief. Then the filtered voice sounded from the robot. ‘Unauthorized life form aboard ship. Conclusion: pest infestation. Solution: removal.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Xalia asked, her pretty brows knotting in confusion. ‘The only things aboard this ship are me and you!’ The drone turned squarely to face her, focusing its lens on her again.
‘Oh,’ she said in a small voice. Stepping out of her chair, the princess backed away across the small cabin. ‘Now, Heebie,’ she stammered. ‘You recognize me. The princess, remember? I order you to halt at once!’
HB-7 extended a set of whirring arms towards the increasingly worried girl. Her look of consternation only worsened as she noticed that the arms ended in sharp-looking pincers that flexed open and closed.
‘No, Heebie, no!’ she squeaked, and then made a break for the cabin door.
‘Closing off escape route,’ Heebie grated, and the door began to lower quickly from the ceiling. Not wanting to be trapped in a cabin with a deranged ship drone, Xalia dove desperately forward, sliding on her stomach into the corridor. Sadly for her, she wasn’t quite quick enough and the door slammed down on her tiny waist. Her upper body was now in the main corridor, while her lower half remained inside the cabin.
‘No!’ Xalia gasped, scrabbling at the carpeted floor of the corridor. Her long nails were not up to the job at hand, though, and she couldn’t get purchase. Inside the cabin, her booted legs flailed frantically, kicking helplessly against the floor. Heebie rumbled forward to get a better view of the princess’ struggling backside.
The drone stood quietly for a moment, observing the two pert, perfectly rounded globes of flesh barely constrained in golden rubber. They wiggled back and forth, jiggling pleasantly, as the girl’s muffled exclamations came from the other side of the door.
Coming to a conclusion, the robot shot out one of its manipulator arms and grabbed the left cheek gently; the sounds from outside seemed to increase in volume. This was nothing compared to what happened when Heebie extended the sharp ends of the pincer, embedding them deep into the soft flesh.
An almighty shriek came from the corridor and the long legs beat furiously on the floor, though Xalia’s delicate derrière was constricted from moving too much because of the drone’s iron grip on her left buttock. Moving slightly to get more leverage, Heebie grabbed hold of the right cheek in a similar manner. Its talons were now at least an inch deep in the princess’ wonderfully ample backside, and from the sounds of it, she could feel it quite well indeed.
‘Commencing pest removal,’ HB-7 beeped, and tugged hard on its two acquisitions. A loud squeal erupted as Xalia’s well-padded backside was dragged back a few inches, only to strain back towards the door; Heebie calculated that the pest was trying to drag its way all the way through, so redoubled its pulling.
The titanic tug of war continued as both parties strained for all they were worth, with Xalia’s fabulous rump as the prize in the middle. Those two golden globes of flesh shifted back and forth, puckered where the half-dozen talons punctured them deeply.
The ‘pest’ must have managed a last mighty burst of strength, as Heebie’s claws were suddenly pulled free of the their soft target and the long legs shot under the door with a final anguished squeal, the hatch slamming closed behind them. Lights on HB-7’s casing flashed as it reconsidered its tactics.

To be continued...