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Stars. That was all there was to see from the window as the ship cruised through the cosmos. Honestly, it was pretty boring to watch, but the thrill of being in space was one that was never lost. The view eventually grew dull, so the only thing left to do was either go to the mess hall or go to bed.

The latter was starting to hold some amount of promise, but soon the former pushed its point forward, stomach beginning to rumble loudly. "Ugh... all right, all right. Let's go get some food..." The door opened up with a little beep as he walked towards it.

"Beep. Richter Vickers bio-scan confirmed" sounded in his ears, causing him to squeak a little bit. He sighed and clicked the visor options on his right temple a few times, turning off the computer auto-sync for the moment. Aged just 20 years, Richter was pleasant to look at, a hard swimmer's physique held in place by a 5'5" frame. He was happy for his body, but it was still hard for him to find a constant partner as most otters of his sexuality were classified as uninterested in long-term relations. It was untrue, but it didn't stop the dark-furred male from getting the stink eye when he went for more than a month with the same partner.

The ship he was on was a simple Jumper-class cruiser, only holding transfer students at the moment on a ferry from Mars. As Flit travel was unneeded for such a short trip to Earth's moon, they were flying at standard cruising speeds. At their current heading, according to the ship-wide update, they were due to land at LunarIntergalacticCollege of the Arts within the next few hours.

Even as Richter walked the halls, his rump held tight in his clothes as a fashion statement, he felt eyes on him. There was no more bigotry, except for a few uncomfortable people that were just going through the unsure stage of their sexuality. The mess hall, thankfully, was such a short trip away that it didn't matter how many people saw him, even as he stepped into the area.

The cacophony that greeted the otter's ears made his whiskers twitch. Some alien music was being piped through the speakers currently, somehow making Richter thankful he'd decided to turn off his translator module for the moment. All around there were various members of both earth and alien species, all of them the dominant members of their planet. Here was one from Axom, an insectoid planet that largely resembled Earth's bees, there was one from Veritus, an underground species... it was all so confusing that the otter just mentally shut them out for the moment.

Finding an earth-based seat was hard, but eventually he located one, picking up the holobook that contained today's menu. Scrolling through it quickly, he decided on some Hurricusian crab, swiping his credits in the slot at the side and making the selection. Folding his tan-furred arms together, he lay his head on it, just barely letting the room filter into his conscious while he waited for his food. With his visor folded back over his ears, it was easy to do, but it was also hard to not just fall asleep despite the constant din.

"Hurricusian crab, sir." A soft voice whispered in his ear, causing the otter to sit up. He simply gave a nod to the waiter, apparently another of the few species that the otter didn't know off the top of his head, before he looked down at his food. By nature, the crab was poached, served with a sauce made of kelp and a little of the Hurricusian trademark magma coil. Ripping a leg off, the otter just sucked down the meat as ravenously as possible, savoring the sour and bitter flavors mixing on his tongue as he ate. He absolutely loved the cuisine from Hurricus with a passion; every flavor was just so perfect for the seafood the otter loved.

It was hard to keep the sounds of his eating down, the constant crunch of crab legs followed by the suckling of meat adding to the noise, but he did his best. His fellow diners paid him no heed for the moment, even as the otter dug in. The meal was quick, though, crabs never had much meat. But if it was anything but filling, the otter would swear up and down that he could fit no more food in his belly. A glass of water was brought by the same waiter as before, which was gratefully swallowed down by Richter as he sat back, patting his full stomach.

"Mmm... I should probably go get one last nap in, but..." He stopped, pulling his visor down over his eyes and calling up the ship's log. Just as he did, another log entry was put on screen, which the otter selected.

'Ship entry 40, landfall expected within one and a half hours time...' The rest was just the same time given in alien measurements, which the otter just zoned out as he went to the bottom. 'Any and all belongings must be brought to the cargo bay within the next half hour if you want them to be carried out by ship's personnel. If disregarded, you will have to carry your own luggage.'

So the otter's next task was obvious, and there'd be plenty of time to sleep once he got to the college. With full belly and satisfied hunger, he stood from his table, swiping his credit again to give the waiter a little tip before heading out back to his room.

As soon as Richter walked back into the room, he noticed a hover cart resting right inside of his doorway, clearly to help get his stuff to the cargo hold. Despite all the stuff he'd brought with him for college life, he'd already packed everything up into small boxes that were set down on the cart. His posters, his magazines, his data pad, memory sticks and his bedding were all put onto the cart, pushing it out of his room and down the hall a little ways before turning and locking his quarters. There wouldn't be much point in going back there, so he deleted the access code from his visor's memory as he turned it back on to full computer-synchro.

***

The cargo bay was just an offshoot of the main hallway, even as he walked in several other people were trying to get their luggage in as well. After a short wait in line, Richter was admitted into the room with a quick 'put your luggage over by the right wall' and ushered inside. With the cart's use, he just dumped his boxes out onto the floor where he was specified, his visor showing the marked floor panel where his stuff should be. Once sure that there was no moving his stuff without the cart, he left and wandered up to the observation deck.

Richter's view was immediately filled with stars, but off in the distance he saw the very place he was going to. The moon, though now it was affectionately called Lunos by earth dwellers, determined to fancy up the area. Even from this distance, the zoom feature of his visor brought the great tree domes into view. Inside of each dome was a pristine area, clean of pollution that had so plagued Earth back in the early 21st century. Bustling metropolises were suspended in the air, biomes kept perfectly stable for each of the species inhabiting it. It was a breathtaking sight, even as he scanned the domes for the one he was going to be living in most of the time. Finally his eyes fell on one of the satellite domes, the interior holding the multiple buildings of the college.

"Wow... it's bigger than I thought it would be..." Richter whispered mutedly, despite the fact that no one was around. The building was massive, with several buildings on either side of it, a small park hanging on the southern edge. There was no question about where the main building was, standing about ten stories tall according to the visor's scan function.

But other than that, it was also noted that the college was a bit more... liberal with their educations. Alien Sexuality was one of the biggest courses offered, one that Richter had taken with great pride. It was his goal to be an exotic dancer, and knowing how various species got their pleasure would help him focus on each of those areas. In fact, his coursework was largely based around his profession, with live exercises to be given later in the term.

"All passengers on the observation deck please leave and go to your quarters. We will be making lunar fall shortly, and we require complete security. The doors will automatically lock upon entry, so please take any and all entertainment you may need with you so you won't have to leave. Thank you, and have a pleasant stay on Lunos." Already, Richter was starting to hate this. He'd come up here so he could watch the ship dock, but apparently even that was denied him. The otter sighed loudly as he made his way back down to his quarters, manually re-entering the pass code from memory into the panel. Back in his room, he just lay upon the bed, waiting for the ship to finally land so he could get to his dorm room and sleep the journey off.

***

The ship finally landed with a jarring jolt, waking the otter from his nap as he rubbed his eyes. He didn't even remember falling asleep, but the alarm sounding in his visor told him that his life-signs had passed into the sleeping threshold at least an hour ago. Richter just groaned and clicked the alarm off as he stood, stretching out with a wide yawn. With a quick flick of his fingers over his eyes, he activated the console and accessed the log. Land fall had been made about five minutes ago, and the quarter locks would apparently be released soon. With another yawn, the otter stood in front of the door, tail swishing the air behind him as he waited.

He didn't have long to wait, the doors opened not even a few seconds later, and green arrows filled the otter's vision to direct him to the ship's exit. All of his luggage would be delivered straight to the college from the docking bay, where the dorm assigners would send it up with a staging crew.

A short walk later, Richter breathed in the fresh air as he looked up at the pillar upon which the dome was situated. Several thousand tons of steel hung overhead, holding everything in place while artificial gravity boosters kept the branches from becoming unstable. An elevator was ahead of the ship, where several of the passengers were already gathering. Taking their lead, the otter stepped onto the elevator before the doors closed. The mag-rails took effect shortly after the doors closed, the heavy pressure on his head standard as the lift exceeded five hundred miles an hour. A not so long wait later, the doors opened again, revealing the first glimpse of TranquilityCity.

A large, sprawling metropolis, it was a wonder there was even space on the dome's platform for such a bustling oasis of human civilization. Overhead, the hexagonal shielding kept the artificial atmosphere inside and the populous safe from the sun's radiation. Looking out from the dome's many windows, one could see the lunar surface far below, while the Earth hung within the frame to the southeast. It was all so picturesque; it actually made Richter happy he'd transferred here for his college work instead of staying on Mars with his parents.

Meanwhile, the passengers of the elevator pushed out past him; clearly intent on taking their revelry of being in unfamiliar territory to the city's many bars. Richter, however, planned to celebrate a different way. He was going to go to his dorm room and sleep away his very first day on the Moon. Sure, there'd be celebrating later, but for now he was just exhausted from the trip and being cramped up on his fold-away bed.

Several street signs showed him the way to the college access tunnel, which he gladly took the advice of as he followed the dome's structure all the way to the south exit. Skirting along the edge of the buildings was easy enough, even as the access passage came into view, the very college he'd seen from the observation deck filling his vision as he looked outside.

Quickly, though, he swept the passage with the scanning function, hoping there wouldn't be any weaknesses. When none were found, he gratefully walked to the doorway and entered his college ID into the panel. After a few seconds, the light turned green, a computer generated voice sounding in his ears 'Welcome, Richter Vickers, to LICA, Lunar Intergalactic College of the Arts, please enjoy your stay.'

The tunnel itself was well lit, nothing like the underground passages that Richter was used to from Mars... but then the sky cities of the Moon were so well known, that there was no question that even the access passages would be welcoming. The walk, though short, giving Richter a good view outside of the domes to the surface, where he could swear that the same ship he'd come in was already leaving for Earth. The door at the very end turned green as well as he neared it, opening into the dome that he'd seen from the ship.

Already, he could see himself living here for the four years his course would require, before he'd eventually move on to actual jobs that required his services. In a sense, he'd be a sort of interspecies prostitute, but he'd never be required to have sex with his employers. It was a thrilling career choice, though one that required he be well educated with various planet's histories and various cultural significances. Axomians, for example, required absolute servitude from their partners before they'd even pay... it was all something he'd learn later on in the college.

For now, though, his sights were set on the bed that would welcome him upon entry into his dorm room. He called up his visor again, using the guide feature to direct him straight to the main office. Walking on blind instinct, he let the visor direct his movements as the main building came into view. A few switches pressed on the sides and his visor swung away just as he entered the building, a clerk clearly waiting for him.

"Hello, welcome to LICA, I'm Samantha." The person at the desk, a tigress by the looks of her, smiled as the otter walked in the door. To be polite, Richter flashed one back before walking up. "There something I can help you with, sweetie?"

"Umm, yes..." It was the typical thing. Talking to a representative, one was bound to always be tongue-tied, even if they'd come in with the purpose firmly in their head. "I'd like to get to my dorm room now. The name is Richter Vickers?" The tigress nodded at that and went over to her terminal, quickly typing in the name as given.

"Let's see... ah, here we are. May I see your visor for a moment? I need to program your room number and your classrooms into it, if you don't mind." Richter just nodded as he unclipped the device from his ears, handing it over to the tigress. It was so rare that he saw it away from his head, looking simply like two earpieces with a bit over overhang on the right side, and a line that would run across the forehead. Without even looking, Richter knew that he had lines in his head fur from where it had been.

Samantha, thankfully, seemed to know what she was doing as she plugged the visor into a stand, a few quick beeps signifying it was downloading. It was done within a couple seconds, as the tigress handed it back. "Now, as a warning, you should not remove your access codes from the visor. There's a fifteen credit fine for each additional download we have to do of them, so be careful. As for your luggage, the stagers should've already put it up in your room. Your roommate is a Hurricusian by the name of Jora Nokensi. Please familiarize yourself with the name before entering. Like yourself, Jora is homosexual, so if there is romance between you please keep it down for the benefit of the other people on your floor." The tigress paused, letting the information sink in. "Classes start at 10:30 AM sharp Tuesday afternoon. It is currently 11 PM, Saturday evening. You have a nice day now, hon." Samantha flashed another smile, before turning to her work again.

Richter took that as a sign to leave, which he promptly did, clipping his visor back to his head. With a few clicks of the side, he quickly flashed up a guide to his room, following the step by step instructions easily. The dorms turned out to be right next to the main office building, suggesting that the RA was the tigress in the main office, but that seemed inconsequential to the otter's mind. His room was apparently 227, which would be on the second floor if they followed standard numbering logic. He found the stairs right on entering the building, using the guide function to the fullest of its abilities as the green arrows flashed in his vision. Finally, he came up to the door, not even thinking to knock as he walked in.

The sight that greeted him, though not unwelcome, was his roommate's bare rump, bent over as he went through a complex stretching procedure. The otter just kept quiet for the longest time, watching that pert rear flex and squeeze before him, occasionally offering glimpses of what was underneath. Soon, though, Richter's overbearing politeness saw fit for him to give a quick 'Ahem' as he stepped all the way into the room.

"Oh?" The musical sound of the Hurricusian's accent came out, a bit louder than the word should be. It was obvious he'd just been in the water, judging by the trail leading from his sleeping tank to the floor around him. "I didn't... expect my roommate to be here so soon." The words were slow, almost halting. It was exceedingly clear that Jora was a new transfer student from Hurricus itself, judging by the hesitation he had on some of the words.

"Hello, Jora. I'm Richter, Richter Vickers. I heard your name from the front desk, don't worry." The otter smiled, even as he flipped his visor off, ignoring the warning that if he shut it off he wouldn't have access anywhere. He took a bow in the Hurricusian tradition, one arm to his chest, the other behind his back, bobbing his head forward just slightly. The angle of the bob was crucial, it would show just how much you knew or respected the individual you were bowing to. He wanted to show respect, but he didn't know Jora that well.

Jora seemed to share the same idea, even as he returned the bob with the same angle. It was just enough to show respect, but not enough to class the otter above himself. Good, they were on the same page at least there. "It is... good to see you. I only had your... picture to work with, so I didn't know what to... to think." Jora smiled, the row of his short teeth just visible inside his snout. Jora himself was a nice emerald color, his stomach scales only dipping into a lighter color of forest green for a moment, leading all the way to his inner thighs. Richter noticed, with some small embarrassment, that Jora was aroused and throbbing. His antennae, which should normally be green like the rest of him, were bright blue at the tips even if they were swept back on his head. The upper jaw ridge was flared out ever so slightly, his tail working behind him, showing off the fins that he'd normally use swimming. His physique was typical of his race, well-built, his defined breasts hanging out just a little larger than normal from being an adamant swimmer. There was no gross figure about him, Jora was definitely a knockout, even among a race so well known for perfect bodies as his.

"I'm sorry if I startled you by walking in. I had no clue you were naked, Jora. Forgive me." Richter smiled, spreading his arms wide in apology. There was no real apology in his voice though, the sight of his roommate naked had definitely removed any nerves the otter might've had.

"It's no... problem. I had just finished pleasuring myself before you arrived... Erm... embarrassingly enough, it was to your picture... I hope you do not mind being used as... as fantasy material." Jora murmured, his cheeks flaring the same blue as the tips of his antennae. Richter laughed softly at that. Of all the things that Hurricusians were not, it was secretive, and that was admirably refreshing in a roommate.

"Don't worry, Jora. I've masturbated to several pictures of members of your race before... and I have a feeling I'll be doing it again to your body sometime later tonight." Both of them smiled at that, even as the otter moved over to his bed, laying down on it. "I just hope you'll give me fair warning if you're going to again, before I go to bed."

"You... are going to bed, Richter?" Jora seemed put off by that, his hands moving to his wide hips as he moved over to one of his couches, sitting on it. "I was hoping..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Never mind, you should sleep."

Richter was perplexed by that, even as he rolled over to look at the creature. "The trip here was longer than I'd care to admit, and I don't really sleep well on spacecraft... Especially Jumper ships, of all things." He shuddered a bit, letting his fur fluff out a bit. "Why do you ask, Jora?"

"I was hoping... that we might get better acquainted. I know you are taking Alien Sexuality as your major... and I am taking the same. I was merely wishing that you'd like to start our studies early." The vaguely seahorse-ish alien blushed again, looking shyly at the otter. The question was not so very uncommon with Hurricusians but... it was still a pretty shocking one to come right out with.

"I... Well, I..." Richter felt twin factions waging in his mind now, even as he licked his lips. There were so many issues to think about, the most prevalent being about if this was right to do so soon. To the alien before him, there was no question that it was the right time. It was simply a matter of if the otter accepted. "I... suppose we could get together at least once tonight. But I do need to get some sleep, I want to get to know the town a lit-tle!"

He gasped a bit as already Jora was atop him, pinning him to the bed. "Then... I will show you around tomorrow. I have been here... one week. Already, so I can show you around good." Jora smiled, even as he started to kiss hungrily down the otter's chest. Richter just smiled as the Hurricusian started the foreplay quickly, not even leaving time for words between them. Shortly, soft moans rose from the otter's throat as Jora's experienced lips found his nipples, barely hidden by his creamy underbelly fur. Richter jumped and writhed with each touch of those soft, supple lips to his body, even as his shirt was taken off by his lover.

Slowly, the otter found himself being undressed, his visor being set carefully on the bedside table, before Jora's nimble fingers moved ever lower. Those soft digits cupped the otter's already tented pants, teasing Richter's arousal through his clothes for a few stretching moments before grappling with the clasps. Once they were off, there was nothing to stop the otter's member from surging forth from his loins, poking straight into the chilly air. Those ever nimble fingers gripped around it as the Hurricusian's lips found his own, the pair pushing into each other for a kiss as Jora stroked the otter's already aching shaft.

There was no question in Richter's mind now. Hurricusians were definitely the sex gods of the universe, the agile tongue within his mouth practically pushing down his throat as Jora's own rod tenderly nudged against Richter's thigh. They were breathing each other's breath; they were so intoxicatingly close to each other. Furred paw ran across scaled back as scaled paw ran across furred back as they rolled in the otter's own bed. Muffled sounds escaped them both as they drew pleasure from one another's company.

It was quickly growing to be too much as Richter finally pulled back from the kiss, whispering his inner desires to Jora. "Please... fuck me, my Hurricusian stud..." He groaned hungrily as Jora said nothing, simply flipping the otter onto his back and drawing his hips up. Richter squeaked as suddenly a meaty rod sandwiched itself between his rump cheeks, using his pert rear to draw some more pleasure from. A firm hand on his back kept Richter from moving, but he had no intention of ever going anywhere... not when his lover was doing this.

The fingers ran through his short, but thick fur, eliciting soft groans from the otter as he pushed back with sweet grunts to the Hurricusian shaft against his backside. There were no words exchanged at that moment, but Jora slowly pulled himself back and aligned his member with the otter's tailhole. A brief pause, seeming to lengthen into several long seconds, and then Jora rocked his hips forward. No pained noises escaped from Richter's lips as that shaft found its home within his velvet interior, his world simply turning to one of feral delight as he chittered to his partner.

Jora was slow in his lovemaking, holding himself inside with great patience as he savored the feel of Richter's hole around his pillar, his paws gripping the otter's hips firmly on either side. Eventually, though, lustful intentions finally won out as the Hurricusian pulled his member back, driving it right back into the very passage it had started to come out of. The rhythm was slow, passionate, but most of all, breathtaking as Richter had no choice but to just squeak, moan and groan under his partner's lovemaking prowess. In all his years of high school, he'd never met a guy who could get him this worked up in just a few minutes of lovemaking... but most of his boyfriends had been of the 'bone, cum, pull out' crowd anyway. Either way, there was no comparing when left with a Hurricusian and a Terran as partner choices. Every little motion that Jora made was simply to bring more pleasure. Every touch of flesh to flesh was to bring peace, every gentle rock of his hips drew another moan from the otter beneath him.

There was a heaven and Richter was firmly inside of it! Or rather, heaven was firmly inside of him, as the case was currently. Jora bent over him, whispering something in that unfamiliar language of his homeworld, but there was no question it was a warning of his imminent explosion. Richter could practically feel the tension in his own body... they might well come together at that moment, sharing delight in the same breath as the other.

Jora's motions didn't increase in speed, but rather stayed at that calm rate, their flesh meeting gently each time he pushed inside of the otter beneath him. But he was definitely close, his shaft was pulsing deep in the otter's bowels and there was no ignoring that. Richter gripped the sheets, biting his lower lip as he held back all the loud noises he wanted to make, eyes practically rolled into the back of his head.

But like all good things, it must come to an eventual end, and it was a spectacular one. Jora's hips surged forth one last time, a rushed warning of his eruption leaving his lips, this time in English, as he bucked against Richter's hips. And the otter shared in that same passion in the very same breath, his own loins surging with sharp arousal as his seed splashed forth, staining his bedsheets. His lover's cum seemed thicker than most of his previous boyfriends', practically hugging against his insides as they shared in that blissful climax.

Eventually, though, their dual-climax ended, leaving both panting as Jora simply rolled them over onto the side, putting Richter into a spooning position. Both stayed there like that for several minutes, their breaths literally lost to the winds as they tried to recover it.

Richter was the first to speak, a huge smile on his face as he did. "Th... thank you Jora. That was absolutely... absolutely incredible... no description for it, ever..." He closed his eyes, relaxing in Jora's firm grip around his chest.

"And thank you, Richter... I have never made love to an Earthling before... it is good to know that there is only a planetary difference in our species..." Richter could practically sense the smile as Jora's lips planted a kiss on the otter's head. "Now sleep, my darling. You and I have a... what you earth folk call a date tomorrow... and I want you to be well-rested. There is much to do and to see..."

Richter gave a slow nod, even as he felt sleep stealing into his eyes. Eventually though, it won out, with a hushed 'Good night' shared between them, wrapped up in each other's embrace on the otter's bed. There was no doubt that college would be a wonderful time for them both, it would just take time to get used to each other...