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The Gek word for "Love"

'Warning; radiation protection falling.'

"Fuck."

I greatly regretted ever setting foot on this gamma-soaked, desolate planet, but the scanner's promise of precious ore was too much of a siren's call for me to ignore. Unfortunately for me my starship, Bright Needle, was clipped by a passing comet just as I entered the geoid's atmosphere; the ship using apparently all of its remaining power to flash red lights all over the dashboard in case I didn't realize that something was wrong. I was able to land the ship, but its left wing had been badly cracked and would need repairs. I exited the ship cautiously, and almost instantly my decision. The spacesuit's geiger counter began to click rapidly to warn me of the impending forced reconfiguration of my DNA should I fail to seek protection. Sighing to myself, I pinged for nearby structures and breathed a small relieved sigh as my readings found intelligent life at a small base. The bad news: it was almost 1,000 units away and my suit's protection would only last for little more than seven standard-time minutes. Time to hustle.

Frustrated, I made haste for the building. My shiny, rubberized boots, adapted to perfectly accommodate my brown, digitigrade footpaws were amplified by the suit's all-terrain traversal software and gave my steps the extra lift I needed to almost bound across the harsh and heated humming wasteland. I could see the calculations in my visor estimating the distance (and time) remaining, and utilized the small, portable thrusters on my pack to propel myself across gorges of radioactive sludge and to evade horrific-looking shoggoths that threatened to melt both my body and sanity. The largest of the twin suns reflected in the black, opaque sheen of my angular helmet, nearly blinding me as I raced against my environmental protection unit to reach safety.

'Warning; radiation protection power: low.'

"Shit," I cursed under my breath and redoubled my efforts to make it inside the dwelling. Cresting my long, encased muzzle in order to better see over the top of a tentacled, carnivorous tree I could see a flag and a metallic dome roof: the outpost was in sight at last. My breathing was becoming short and erratic, filling my starving lungs as best they could as long as my suit could continue to filter the radioactive particles out of the air. Getting closer, I was confident that I would make it; just a few more dozen units and...

'Warning; life support power at: 50 percent.'

A cool irritation came over me at the update system of my suit, as it usually did. It wasn't as if I couldn't see that I was draining power at an accelerated pace; I was running for my very life for Atlas' sake! My footpaws, contained completed in the spacesuit, threw up small puffs of toxic dust around the toes as I sprinted as fast as I could. I was almost there; I could even see the beacon resting firmly in the dry, orange earth.

'Alert: incoming storm.'

Now, that was something I relied on the suit to tell me: my geiger counter needle flailed madly as I felt a warm glow at my back. A supercell of gamma rays would eradicate me no matter how powerful my suit was, which wasn't very much at all. Just as it seemed like I'd run out of time and energy, I slammed against the automatic door desperately before falling through its vacancy and allowing me ingress into the sanctuary. I breathed a heavy relieved sigh as the various alarms silenced themselves, placing my paws underneath my helmet and lifting it up off of my head.

My face was now exposed to the pleasantly-regulated air and temperature of the dome's interior. I ran the back of my gloved paw across my forehead, wiping the sweat from my auburn brow while my pointed, large ears finally felt as if they were getting a chance to breathe themselves. I reached behind to the small of my back and opening a little hole, feeding my bushy dipstick tail through the opening. I spend so much precious time getting comfortable that I didn't even notice the other creature at first until I heard them moan softly, slumped into a chair as if in pain.

I knew what the creature was, having interacted with them much during my time in this particular system. A member of the amphibious and diminutive scaled race called Gek, or Hei , as they were known in their own tongue. Once they had sought to conquer the known universe and exterminate their most abused victims, the Korvax. Now however, most Gek seemed to want to make peace with their neighbors (especially the collective consciousness of the Korvax) and make amends in whatever small ways they could by becoming expert traders. This particular specimen was colored a deep ocean blue, the scales around their face fading in color to illuminate their features which included large, spherical eyes with light blue irises and a prominent tan beak. The beak was opened slightly, and I realized that judging from their posture and breathing that they made have been in need of assistance. Wanting to do the right thing for a fellow citizen of the galaxy, although an odd and unique citizen I was, I rushed over to the Gek and knelt beside them to hear them more clearly.

When I got close to the Gek was when it first hit me; a waft of potent chemicals that almost choked me from the olfactory battering against my sensitive snout. I had forgotten; in addition to their language, the Gek communicate their emotions with a wide array of pheromones. This aroma tasted like a combination of sulfur and wet dirt, and lingered with a gritty aftertaste that made me fear I would vomit. Fear. That must have been it; the Gek was afraid that they would die. Leaning closer, I could barely make out their desperate plea:

" Rod Gek, kostr jonsha ** isotopes. Gek *orki * give **afalbet mem vei...reyggdak** , **** Zofilmikr**..." it rasped. I strained to pick out the words that I knew, and while most of it was jargon to me I assuredly heard them mention isotopes. The creature must have been harmed in the radioactive weather, and without replenishing their life support would likely perish.

"I think I have what you need..." I informed, despite knowing that my attempts to communicate would be futile. While I had traveled to many worlds and learned some of the languages spoken in them, I had yet to find any creature which could understand my speech: those that I understood clearly could be more adequately explained as telepathy in lieu of true spoken communication. Full of hope, I reached into my pack and retrieved a small and potent canister of compressed oxygen. The Gek, unable to more sufficiently, nodded down to their own life support unit. With my able paws I opened the panel and saw that I was correct; they were running on empty. Quickly, I slotted the oxygen into the tiny machine and pressed the button needed to reactivate the device. They wouldn't need it while inside this base, of course, but they would be revitalized nonetheless.

The Gek turned to me, already reanimated from the application of life-affirming elements. I noticed that the smell of fear had filtered out, replaced by a scent that reminded me of certain flowers I had seen in my journey. Nothing like the ones outside that could digest me whole, but smaller ones with pleasing scents, on planets where I could actually remove my helmet and respire naturally. This, I would later learn, was gratitude and happiness.

The Gek laughed (I think) and spoke to me, perhaps to show their appreciation further with a gift. " Vitty , you rojuna Gek. Ukidoss , find acceptable omfa afalbet."

"You're...welcome?" I guessed, assuming by their tone and smell that they meant to thank me. As I stood up before him, I noticed the air in the room change. The floral aroma was still present, but something else was seeping into the atmosphere of the room. It smelled complicated: a mixture of humidity (perhaps sweat), something both sweet and salty, with just a hint of the spice the Gek sometimes served in their space stations. Rolling the flavored air around in my maw, my pink tongue hard at work analyzing the cocktail of tastes emanating from the Gek. There was one more familiar smell that I couldn't quite pin, until my mind flooded me with memories of having seen various feral alien species rutting out in the wild. Suddenly, it dawned on me and I could not help but stare at the small, scaled creature with curiosity and more than a bit of apprehension.

Sex. It was the unmistakable smell of sexual intercourse, and the alien reeked of it and the flowery smell of before. Was this...meant to mean lust? Love? Subconsciously I drifted a gloved paw over the front of my suit, my fingers brushing lightly over the bulge that I had not willed into existence. I had experienced sex before, but never directly between another alien and myself. From the unabashed mating of lesser beasts casually in my purview to accidently walking in on a pair (sometimes more, occasionally less) of Gek or those Vy'keen brutes engaged in their coupling I had seen a fair bit. Of course, I had never seen another such as myself and so had assumed that I would die a virgin. What intelligent creature would want to mate, even briefly, with an oddity like myself?

The Gek's natural perfumes seeped into my throat and swirled about in my lungs, filling the air encased inside with a light-headedness not unlike the result of certain drinks commonly found in space station bars. I felt relaxed and calm, but also felt a stirring in my sheath that occured every few days in flight, or during the not-too-rare occasions where aliens had allowed me to watch their lewd interactions: while I may not be attractive to the most common three races, they were all I had and I certainly developed an appreciation for their bodies.

Despite the wonderfuls scents, I was certainly still of sound mind and could have, if I had wanted, rebuked the Gek's advances. I did not rebuke the Gek's advances.

They slid off of the swivel chair and knelt in front of me, the large eyes and little bit of pudge making them appear extremely cute. With their own paw, encased in the tinkerer's gloves they wore, they pressed firmly against my thigh to brace themselves before pressing their muzzle against my crotch and inhaling deeply. So deeply, I could even hear the air rushing through their nostrils as the Gek drank deep of my rapidly-rising rod; they must have been able to tell that I reeked of pent-up sexual need. They chittered, which was probably a positive noise (aliens are notoriously hard to read when they aren't the scream-in-your-face types) as they felt the front of my pants firm up against their maw and snoot. The Gek, likely from a mixture of being impatient and horny, felt around my clothed cock for the zipper. They found part of it, and traced the fastener up my belly and chest until they found the zip itself against my neck. Reaching up with my own paw I pulled the zip down slightly to put it in their reach; as soon as they were able they released me completely from my spacesuit.

I said that I was unique to all the other races, because I was: no other alien I'd encountered looked like me. I stood as tall and slender as a Korvax, but was most assuredly organic life. My body was covered from head to toe in fur, primarily a burnt orange with an ashen-white belly, chest and throat. My paws and footpaws were brown, as were the sides of my long muzzle. Slipping my tail out completely now, it showed off its lush fluffyness, the entire appendage a color similar to my body save for the tip; it was just as white as my belly. The only thing off-color about me was what protruded from between my legs: my sheath had plumped and slid back from the attention I was getting and revealed a turgid red penis jutting out as it did whenever I decided to take its needs into my own paws. The lowest part of my genitalia; a hard and very sensitive bulb that would free itself from my sheath moments before my climax, remained still in its warm furry home.

This time, I would see what another creature could do with it.

I could've sworn that the Gek's eyes widened even further, as if their pupils could never receive enough light to properly visualize the sight before them. They didn't make me less confident; I was used to being ogled. Maybe they were a degenerate like myself, and hungered for the attention of creatures that looked so different to their own species? I could only hope.

Almost immediately after we had opened the front of my suit the Gek's nose went back into my groin, this time unopposed by insulated protective coverings. At this point I was extremely aroused and probably gave off quite the pungence of lustful intentions. They seemed to almost shudder in pleasure as they smelled my musky, virgin cock. The Gek rubbed their face over my dick, clearly enjoying the smell coming from them that likely was much more important to one of their species than mine. Then, all of a sudden, the Gek decided that they would like to operate their olfactory senses in another way. Sticking out their pointed pink tongue they pushed against the base of my erection and slowly, agonizingly slowly, slid up my shaft and flicked off against the tip.

I barely had the wherewithal to comprehend what had just happened. Shakily, I lifted myself off of the floor and planted my posterior down in the swivel chair and slouched to give them better access. "D-do it again..." I breathed, forgetting that my words would be lost on them. A clear bead of fluid evacuating my penis and running down the red rocket. I was grateful that they weren't attempting to engulf my penis entirely; that beak gave me a little trepidation at that prospect.

The Gek reached a gloved paw and unfastened their belt with oddly practiced ease, letting their pants drop around their bent knees. Their crotch looked as smooth and aquamarine as the rest of their body, with the exception of a bright blue part of their body jutting out and throbbing slightly as the Gek continued to lap their tongue over my member. I figured that must be their own penis, and I admit seeing it up close was more than a little exciting; I could even see that their dick was adorned in soft bumps which served a purpose I could not fathom outside of providing additional internal stimulation to a partner. They must have been just as eager for a lover, a companion, as I was.

A fleeting fancy that the entire issue with the Gek's life support may have been a ruse, but a sensual flicker across my glans quickly banished such idle thoughts from my mind. Precum steadily flowed along my crimson length, and I hastily slipped off my gloves to better feel my arousal against my sweaty palm with practiced stroking. Running my pawpads against my sheath and teasing the knot tucked away within, I summoned forth more and pre clear fluid which the Gek seemed all-too excited to lap up. It wasn't a lot of stimulation in the grand scheme of things, but it was more than I was used to and I felt my semen already preparing to launch in my ball as my red knot began to slip its way out of the fuzzy confines.

"W...wait..." I begged, and to my surprise the Gek stopped and inhaled my scent again. In hindsight, it was more likely that they'd smelled I was approaching climax and stopped for this reason instead of the words I feebly attempted to use. They placed their own paw over mine and helped to give me a single, gentle tug at the base of my dick. They couldn't know that I'd love that, but I'm glad they were smart enough to realize what I wanted. After the Gek had help keep me nice and lustful, they started jabbering as they stood up fully; the pants slipping around their ankles to show off their engorged and exotic erection. I did my best to understand what I could, given my limited knowledge and immediate distractions:

"Gek give purritett. Zofilmikr orki ** know **nitr memory-smells mem smin relations." they invited. I caught the unique Gek word for memory-smells, and relations, and realize what it was they wanted. As if it were not obvious enough, I felt a paw caress my outer thigh and make its way around to my buttocks. I gasped at the unexpected (but not unwelcomed) pat, and it dawned on me what this Gek wanted. Did they not care that I was clearly a male? Then again, gender seemed to be a completely foreign concept to these aliens: perhaps it didn't even matter. That didn't do anything to calm my nerves, however. I knew what to do, in theory, but I'd never actually copulated with another creature. I gulped in an effort to maintain any confidence in the encounter and slid off of the swivel chair, almost knocking it over in my sudden clumsiness resulting from my mixture of carnality and nerves.

I had seen aliens bend over on their hands and knees, and so I replicated this as best as I could. I had never been so scared and horny in my life. I knew that sometimes the common races would penetrate each other in this way, but even so I couldn't know what would happen. I heard the Gek chitter in a high-pitched voice and stand up. I thought they were about to ram it into me regardless for my concerns and safety.

Instead, I felt their paw on my thighs. Rubbing up and down at first, then just brushing the fur down along my flank before removing their paw to put it back on my hip and move it again. The Gek was petting me, I realized. This shocked me, even though it shouldn't have. I was likely the first non-hostile intelligent furred creature the Gek had met; it was only natural that they would want to explore the odd features of my body. I could also feel the alien's sky-blue erection poking against my backside; I'd had to get quite low to allow for what would hopefully be a smooth entry. I couldn't help but pant softly at the attention: no one had ever brushed my fur but me, and it felt nice.

Suddenly, the petting paw became a grip on my tailbase as the Gek raised my tail up up and pressed themself against my rear. I could feel that dripping, hot hard tip nudging against my tailhole and bit down my bottom lip and shut my eyes as I felt the Gek push their member forwards against my tailhole. There was a bit of resistance that I didn't know how to overcome, but when the Gek resumed their petting I found it much easier to relax and let them show me how this whole thing works.

The Gek chirped as they pushed past the ring of snug flesh and deeper into my body. It hurt, albeit not as much as I had originally thought. I gasped sharply as the head finally pushed fully inside of my tight hole, officially marking my deflowering by this alien specimen. I felt inch after inch of blue alien dick succeed in infiltrating my depths. Never before had I felt so full in my life, and I had to remind myself to breathe as my body shook with unknown feelings. "A...Atlas..." was all I could utter as the tubby blue lizardlike creature snuggled their hips up against my pert, fluffy butt. My body clenched down around the alien invader, trapping it snugly in the confines of my warm, snug ass; the bumps along the engorged length rubbing quite nicely inside of me.

The anthropomorphic amphibian chirred with what I assume was happiness, flexing their turgid phallus within me. They must've been able to tell I was close to bursting from the albeit brief sensations against my p-spot, because I heard them sniff the air and slowly withdraw themself before pushing back inside of me at a faster rate, yet not completely burying themself. The bumps along their penis teased and nudged at every hot spots inside me, or so it felt. Their gloved paws held me in place as they rocked their pelvis back and forth in a practiced rhythm; it was abundantly clear which of us was more experienced in this act. The Gek fucked me wantonly, using me in a way I'd never hope for (but always wanted), teasing me with only half of their length. It was smaller than my own, but I certainly wasn't complaining as they seemed to expertly glide against my prostate with every push of their prick into me.

The constant stimulation of those sensitive spots inside of me caused my own scarlet erection to swell, causing the knot to fully inflate and pulse with almost agonizing need. I closed my eyes and tried to rock back as best as I could, grinding myself against their dick as I let out a loud cry to signal my orgasm.

"Ah, AHHH!" was all I could manage, my body wracked with pleasurable aches as I shot my load beneath me on the cold, steel floor of the planetary base. My furred form was shaking with previously unknown pleasures, which apparently were not lost on my alien lover. They yelled something I couldn't understand out and slammed back into me just as I was cumming; that's when I felt it. Their seed, copious and viscous, spattered into my freshly-used hole, filling my tunnel with the slick conclusion of their lust. It was my first time being bred, and I definitely loved the idea of keeping their essense inside of me for a while. The Gek's member gave a couple of potent pumps before their semen finally slowed to a trickle and they pushed back slightly in order to separate our bodies once again. Finally free, I could do little but collapse onto the metal floor and pant heavily, my tongue lolling out to the side. I didn't even care that I was laying in my own jizz at that point; I just needed to rest.

The Gek, pants still around their ankles, joined me and laid on their back. They looked over at me with their saucer-like eyes, the scent of flowers stronger than it had ever been as they spoke softly to me.

"... Feni vei you, Zofilmikr." they rasped, clearly needing a brief respite as much as I did. Nearby on the ground, I heard my visor reawaken from its brief sleep with an automated message which just confirmed everything I never knew I wanted in this moment.

'New word added to database.' it buzzed " Vei. The Gek word for "love".'

TRANSLATIONS

Rod Gek, kostr jonsha isotopes. Gek orki give afalbet mem vei...reyggdak, Zofilmikr...

(Help Gek, need common isotopes. Gek will give repayment of love...please, Traveler...)

Vitty, you rojuna Gek. Ukidoss, find acceptable omfa afalbet.

(Friend, you save Gek. Please, find acceptable your repayment).

Gek give purritett. Zofilmikr orki know nitr memory-smells mem smin relations.

(Gek give pleasure. Traveler will know the memory-smells of our relations).

Feni vei you, Zofilmikr.

(I love you, Traveler.)