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It takes Donovan a few minutes to narrow the search filter enough for him to have a list of interesting things to do without entries such as ‘Walk down the corridor between the Arboretum and Market’. The activities he hadn’t realised he could partake in are displayed with small videos available if his gaze hovered over the title long enough. Things like: a N'gaa Cooking Demonstration, Astronomy Lectures in the observatory and an External Tour of the Ashya’enna - which appears to be the name of the spacecraft he’s spent the last few days on. He looks through several videos and while all of them look amazing, none of them quite stand out as something he felt like doing right now.

The External Tour is certainly something he’d like to do with Dr. Janvier; her sense of wonder and love of life would make the EVA so much better than if he went alone. He smiles, lost in thought as images float through his mind of the two bouncing around the ships hull in bulky spacesuits, clanking into each other constantly. He chuckles at the thought, setting up a reminder to make that happen. He’s been on the ship for two days now, and barely had a chance to talk to the other humans on board. He knows part of it is the lack of a decision as to whether he is allowed in on the talks and from what the Doctor was talking about, they are pretty busy otherwise. But of all the people, Ensoleillé seemed the most approachable and open to such an experience.

It’s only when a Shylar pats him on the back to say hello that he realises he’s spent the entire time walking. Blinking the menu to the side of his vision, Donovan re-focuses on his environment, the dim red lighting giving a clue as to his location. He looks flatly at the leisure hub’s sign, floating on his display in the middle of the room. “Why do I always end up here?”

“Perhaps it’s where you are meant to be?” Came a reply from behind him. Donovan turns, coming face to face with a N'gaa. It stands ever so slightly taller than him - though the being’s height barely accounts for half of it’s ‘length’ - resplendent in shiny grey and orange scales that shimmer black and red in the dim lighting. A fashionable sash containing their day-to-day possessions is slung over one shoulder, Donovan able to make out a payment wand, a food cube container and small pouch; which if he’d not visited the Tolbek Lounge earlier, he’d have just assumed to be just a normal pouch.

Thomas looks to the snake-like being’s eyebrow crests where there are several rings set though the holes, each one with a carved gem. “I guess so.” He replies, transfixed momentarily by the intricate patterns on each one.

“They are my birth worlds.” The N'gaa explains. “Most of our people are open about our past. There are so many of us in the stars, it helps us to feel a sense of kinship.” A scaly finger reaches up to lightly flick the ruby and gold orb. It is about the size of a marble, and set as the ball of the ring, keeping the gold band from falling out. “Sharansh’la-ah. Where I was one of forty-seven.”

Donovan’s eyes go wide at the number. “Forty-Seven?”

“My mother was a ‘N'gaesh’.” The look of confusion on the mans face from the translator lagging is quite visible to the N’gaa, so they try to elaborate. “Her womb is larger than most N'gaa, so she is revered as an ‘all mother’. Her job is to go to areas where there has been tragedy to rebuild the population.”

“Sounds important.” Donovan admits thoughtfully, though the notion of someone being essentially a mobile breeding farm seems quite strange to him. “I can see why she would be revered.”

The N'gaa nods. “One who can bring life into the universe should be praised for such an accomplishment, as should one be endeavouring to protect it.” The wide serpentine mouth curls into a smile as a scaled finger once again rises to the bejeweled crest. “This is from Tot’lah.” They flick the next gem along, chatoyant like a tigers eye gem but green and blue instead. “Here I ascended from my training to be a botanist, and renamed for my profession.”

“Re-named? Oh, like how we add ‘Doctor’ to our names when we get a degree?” Donovan asks, trying to form a kind of bridge across the cultural divide. The N’gaa looks puzzled for a moment, their small eyes flitting back and forth as they no doubt have their own translation issues arising. He tries giving an example. “Like one of the humans on board is Doctor Ensoleillé Janvier. Before she completed her training to become a Doctor - of Anthropology I guess - she was only known as Ensoleillé Janvier.”

“Yes, that is a similar practice. Though our names are much longer than you humans.” They pat Donovan on the shoulder reassuringly “In short greetings we simply give our Acquired name and Profession. A Formal greeting would have us state our planet, territory and rank as well as any… honourifics.” The translator lags at that last word, but Donovan gets the point.

“So on Tot’lah, you became a botanist. And Sharon-shalala...” He pauses, getting a ‘close but not quite’ look from the N’gaa “Sorry, I am listening but there's just so much to take in.”

The serpentine figure chuckles, the raspy hiss of a laugh both comforting the man and making him uneasy as it reminds him he is conversing with an easily twenty-foot long civilised cobra person. “You are doing well for someone who has only been off your world for a Padit.” The translation software kicks in, bringing up a small box that shows how time is measured in this culture. Much like Earth, things seem divided in multiples of twelve. He already knows a Dah is a dozen Ponn, which itself is about 43 seconds. According to the chart a Da’po is twelve Dah, and a Prejit twelve Da’po. The Prejit is labelled as ‘work hours’ with two of these forming a Padit. Twelve Padit is referred to as a ‘Cycle’ or ‘Da’padit’ and their ‘Galactic Standard Year’ is twenty four Da’Padit long, otherwise known as a Sha’padit.

The N’gaa can tell Donovan is concentrating hard on something, and doesn’t want to disturb him by interrupting. But eventually the man finds a voice. “Right. Five Hundred days to your year then.” He blinks, looking around as he dismisses the info box. “Sorry, a Padit. Yeah.” he does some quick math. “Yeah, I guess I have been up here for that long.”

The N’gaa bows. “I apologise, Mister Lane. I have been summoned, and must leave you.” The figure turns to leave, but pauses when they hear Donovan speak.

“How do you know who I am?” He asked, blushing when he realises he hadn’t introduced himself earlier.

“Words are like Rust Beetles; worrisome when you can’t hear them, stinging when they arrive, and very, very fast. Be rested and warm.” And with that, they bow once more before winding off towards the Arboretum.

“Rust Beetles.” Donovan says to himself in wonder, grunting as he closes the little information pop up without looking at it. “For an advanced computer system you sure do have trouble with the basics.” He mutters. For the briefest of moments he thought he could see the word ‘sorry’ in tiny print at the bottom of his view. But when he looks there is nothing there. With a sigh and a shrug, he looks around. Perhaps it is because he has just finished chatting with a N’gaa, or because the pouch strapped to their chest reminded him of it, but Donovan feels the Tolbek parlour calling to him. Smiling he wanders over.

“Welcome, Human.” A voice wafts over from the small booth as the familiar smell of raspberries and wine flood the man’s nostrils. Donovan turns to see a similar N’gaa to the owner Ka’Thras, albeit smaller and with four arms. Their balck scales shine iridescent under the lights, assaulting the man’s eyes with sparkling shades of green, blue and purple with every slight movement while her blue scales glow slightly. The N’gaa’s smile widens as they notice Donovan eyeing their scales. “Had them treated a cycle ago. Father isn’t happy, but I’ve had only compliments.”

The N’gaa’s voice snaps the man out of his daze, walking up to greet who he assumes to be the owners offspring. “Donovan Lane.” He sticks his hand out and it’s taken by two of the scaled hands and shaken firmly.

“Sonassa.” They release their grip and make a few taps at the console behind their booth, the mechanism visibly powering down as they politely step out to properly address the man. “What brings you to the Ka’Thras Tolbek Parlour?”

Donovan runs fingers through his slightly oily hair trying to put reason to his decision, and fails. “I had a good time last time, thought maybe someone could teach me more.”

“Nobody can really ‘teach’ Tolbek.” They say with a sly grin. Donovan’s unsure whether they mean he as a human can’t be taught, or perhaps that nobody is currently in who can teach him. But his worries are put to rest relatively quickly as Sonassa sees the disappointment stirring within. “What I mean is you learn by playing. The game is what you make it.” They gesture towards one of the nearby tables. “Come, play with me.” Donovan could have sworn that last sentence was delivered seductively, but this whole ship is full of beings talking like that, so he chalks it up to misinterpretation.

“So,” Donovan tries a bit of small talk as he takes a seat, feeling the stool snap into place at the table before sitting down. “Ka’Thras is your father?”

“And I his Daughter, yes.” She aligns herself with the opposite side of the board and indicates for Donovan to go first. “His only Daughter. I’m surprised he didn’t brag about me yesterday.”

Donovan places his first tile by tapping the board, turning one purple in the first ring out from the center. “Can’t say he had much time to.” He watches the serpentine woman place her first tile offensively, flipping his to blue in the process. Donovan immediately counters, playing offensively like Sonassa to change all three back to purple. “The second I finished a game I was called away.”

“Yes,” she says thoughtfully, tapping an unconnected hexagon to create an island of blue on the mostly grey board “He mentioned that. Apparently you play well... for a beginner.”

Donovan grins at the playful jab, adapting his playstyle accordingly and taking her blue tile with his purple beside it. “Why do you think I’m back?” He watches as another island of blue is created along the edge. He places his piece along the edge on his side, far from any other tile.

“Because you need to take a break from all the mating?” Sonassa claims the large blotch of purple tiles near the center as her own to punctuate her statement.

Donovan gulps. Half the ship probably knows by now, given Ka’len’s quick exit from the Place of Understanding and Tacos, the various H’sha individuals at Serazz’s family spa and Galfa gossiping to her entire species. He sighs, smiling. “Tolbek’s not the only way to have fun…” He places another purple next to the last.

“Ugh.” Sonassa jabs one of the isolated tiles, turning it blue. “Tell me about it.”

Sensing some tension, Donovan thinks about probing the N’gaa for some explanation. He places a piece one away from where Sonassa had played hers and leans back on the stool. “How about you tell me.”

The N’gaa woman looks Donovan in the eyes, silently judging him before she opens up. “Father is very proud, but also very protective.” She placed a tile in a similar way to Donovan; one space away but otherwise alone. “Our people have a shune sa sipala.” The man’s translation software went into overdrive as she continued. “For many years the number of females born has declined.”

‘Genetic Abnormality’ The information box pops up, finally having found the right terminology for Sonassa’s words. It appears next to a tiny graph showing the average birthrate of the species with a .06% chance of a female N’gaa born naturally. Several articles related to N’gaa cloning and birth-related science are quickly dismissed as Donovan places another solitary tile. “I met a N’gaa outside a few minutes ago. They told me their mother was ‘revered’. I guess I understand the importance now.”

“A N'gaesh will give birth to thousands through their life, and as such will be rewarded for their service to our kind.” She sighs, bridging two of Donovan’s tiles to form a line of three blues.

Donovan nods, thinking he knows where this is going. “And that’s a big responsibility.” He creates another tiny purple island on the now slowly crowding board, the last free space to do so.

She connects three of his tiles with one of hers. “And a position of Honour.”

He connects two of the larger segments, taking the score from 2-14 her way to 11-6 his. She quickly glances at his move and counters offensively, dropping his score back down to 2. “Honour for the people. Is it so much to ask that I have a say in it?”

Donovan connects the large group with another group of three. “Sounds like you want to live your life, not have others live it for you.”

“See!” She gestures with four arms to the empty parlour, her voice raised. “The Human gets it!”

“I’ll try not to take offence at that.” He says with a wry smile.

“But you do. Get it.” Sonassa whines, sitting back down and looking at the board. She blinks, looking at the pieces and back to Donovan. “Beginners luck.” Donovan looks at the board trying to figure it out. “Can’t see it? Okay, maybe not.” She converts the large collection of purple tiles. “Don’t mess it up. Or I win.”

“What, A Tohn?” He connected one of the isolated blue tiles.

“Yes.” She groans, tapping away, trying not to connect the large mass of coloured tiles to anything else.

Donovan connects another lonely tile which is when he does the math. “Oh. Oh. As long as those two clusters are connected in four turns I win.”

“Ugh. Yes.” Sonassa moans, her head smacking the table. “If you put just one tile out of place, I could have Tohn, or at least forced you over.” She takes another look at the board. “And you made a Sie-Tohn as well.”

“Sie-Tohn?”

She points at the central space, devoid of colour. “When you get a Tohn without using the central space. More for bragging rights than anything else.” The translator is quick on that phrase, prompting Donovan to wonder if that had come up in conversation with one of the other humans on board. “Congratulations Mister Lane.” She offers her hand somewhat annoyed.

He shakes it and chuckles. “Don’t be like that. It was a good lesson.”

“It’s not about that.” Sonassa rears up, working her way around the room on her long, serpentine body. “You humans have maturity celebrations, correct?”

Donovan had to think about the translation on that one. “Well, we have birthdays, but that’s not really a maturity thing. That’s just an annual celebration of when you were born…” he scratches his chin, wracking his brain for another example. “There’s something folks used to do a lot. Damn, what was it called. Like a Debut party or Debutant ball or something like that. Basically when a woman reached sixteen or eighteen or whatever, their family would host a party to show that she had grown old enough to ‘enter society’.”

“Enter society?” Sonassa raises an eyebrow.

“Find a mate.” Donovan offers flatly. The translation ticks over as the N'gaa points at him excitedly.

“Exactly! Think that, only not a measurement of time existing, but of physical ability. I…” Donovan could have sworn her blue scales got brighter, or perhaps the skin beneath became darker. Sonassa clears her throat, looking straight at the man. “Human women, is there anything that… changes? When they reach this ‘Debootant’ event?”

It was Donovan’s turn to blush. “Well, uh, y’see…” If he’d been told a week earlier that he would be explaining the female reproductive system to a snake alien while orbiting several thousand miles above Africa, he’d have slapped whomever was talking before asking who sold them the drugs and how much. “So - as far as I understand it - when a human girl reaches an age of... of sexual maturity, they- uh…” He scratches his neck, taking a deep breath and exhaling, attempting to relax. “The female human body has a whole lot of stuff build up in the womb when it expects to be fertilized. After about a month, if nothing happens, that stuff gets pushed out. They-uh, We call that a ‘period’, and it repeats every month.”

Sonassa looks a little surprised, but not disturbed. “And this happens once their bodies are ready?”

“Until Menopause. That’s what we call it when- when a woman…” Donovan looks around trying to remember high school science. “I think it’s because women are born with all the eggs they’ll ever have and slowly lose them over time. Then when they have none left, their body realises it and stops the periods from happening. I think. Sorry, it’s been a while. Dr Janvier would probably be a better person to ask.” He chuckles, unable to help himself. “But if you really like watching people’s reactions, ask the Major.”

Sonassa nods, taking in everything Donovan says but the humour is lost on her. “It is not the same as the N’gaa, but I suppose similar in the way it marks the beginning.” She inhales slowly, puffing herself up much larger than Donovan had thought she could before deflating again. It seems to have calmed her nerves significantly. “When N'gaa females are ready to… ‘enter society’, we expel a plug of soft tissue. We develop the plug when growing to keep infections and such from getting in. But… well…”

Donovan puts a hand on hers, trying to be reassuring. “I take it yours came out?”

“Just before we arrived at your planet.” She admits, placing another of her hands on top of his and squeezing lightly. “Father doesn’t know yet. And- and I don’t want him to. I just…” She trails off, looking back at the counter near the front of the store.

Donovan follows her gaze but sees nothing of interest. Unable to let the sentence hang like that, he suggests “Just…”

“Given your… activities,” she smiles, giving him a knowing squeeze of the hand before continuing “you might probably understand.” She leans in close to Donovan, whispering “I have been watching movies. Reproduction movies.”

Donovan couldn’t help but chuckle at her admission. Sonassa of course takes it as a mild insult that she was open to him with a private matter and his response was to laugh, shifting backwards while releasing his hand. “No, no.” He says, hands up “I’m not laughing at you. You’re just describing porn.”

“Porn?”

“Yeah. Movies where two folks mate. Well, could be more than two.”

“Folks?”

The language barrier is a bitch. Donovan sighs. “Another word for people. Look, watching porn is nothing to be ashamed of. Well, on Earth it kinda is but for weird reasons. Doesn’t stop me though.”

“You watch humans practice mating?” Sonassa asks still whispering as she moves in close, a smile forming on her scaly lips. “Really?”

“Yeah. Maybe not daily… though lately…” He realises how frequent his viewing schedule had been of late and shrinks down a little. Wishing to change the subject, he thinks about what Galfa had said about her species watching others mate and getting off from it. Which gives him an idea. “So, I’ve got a proposition for you.” His heart skips a beat; it would be the first time asking anyone this question, let alone someone from another world. “Would you like to watch some Porn with me?” For the first time since they met, Sonassa looks stunned. Donovan follows it up quickly with “You don’t have to of course, I mean your privacy is your privacy and-”

“Human Porn?” Her words echo around inside Donovan's mind for a moment. “Or not-human porn?”

An answer is quick to arrive. “Why not both?” Just about every part of him facepalms internally as he realises what he just proposed. “Though I have no idea how I’d be able to procure Porn up here.”

“Oh, we got a brief about that.” She said offhandedly, eyes flitting about inside her own display.

“Wait, you what?”

“Ahhhh… Yes. Here it is. You have a World Wide Web, yes?” Donovan nods warily so she holds up a finger for him to press. Doing so adds Sonassa to his contacts whereby he immediately receives a message from her. Opening it, Donovan finds himself linked to the Google homepage.

It was the absurdity of it. Like being stuck in the desert for months far from all civilisation and out of nowhere coming across a copy of that weeks Time Magazine. Here he was, in space, on an alien spaceship, talking to a snake person with four arms, and she just sent him a Google link. Donovan laughs.

He laughs until he loses his breath. He laughs until he loses his balance. He laughs until his back is on the floor and he is staring up at a concerned N'gaa.

“It’s not that funny.” She says, re-checking the link.

“You have no idea…” he wheezes, trying to pull himself together. “Okay, okay.” He steadies himself, still giggling “Okay, sorry, sorry.” With a little help from Sonassa he climbs back onto the stool. “Sorry, it’s… Ah, nevermind.” He realises the abstract nature of the humour might not cross the cultural boundaries, and focuses on getting his eyes to stop stinging from the tears he’s crying. “Okay, I’m gonna find you a link.”

There are few websites Donovan actually pays to subscribe to with only one of those being porn related. And the only reason for that is because a friend from school ended up working in the parent company’s cyber security department. This guy is amazing at what he does, and Donovan knows if he is involved, his private info is safe. He just makes sure to check every now and then that his friend still works there.

Donovan sends the link Sonassa’s way and in a few moments she confirms it’s arrival with a nod. “I’ve included my username and password so you can log in.”

“I see…” the N'gaa says, concentrating on inputting his bizarrely long string of numbers and letters “Manual input fields. How quaint.” Donovan lets loose another snicker, desperately wanting to make a Star Trek reference, but thinking better of it. He wonders how Sonassa is progressing when he gets his answer. She takes a deep breath and rises up a little straighter. “I- I see…”

“We have a lot of, uh… ‘Genres’.” He thinks to the notion of an ‘Uplifted’ version of porn. “What sort of stuff do you guys have?

“Nothing quite this… creative…” She says, a little lost in her own exploration.

“What’s creative?” Comes a voice from behind Donovan. The hairs on his neck stand on end as he turns to see Kal’Thras, standing there, grinning.

Donovan’s mind momentarily blanks before going a million miles an hour to compensate. Entirely not helping. Then Sonassa comes in from left field, their saviour. “Donovan was just showing me this, this…” Almost a saviour but not quite.

“It’s called a Comic.” He ad libs, quickly searching for his favourite webcomic and firing off the link to Sonassa to share. “Some of the humour is probably more human, but I think maybe there might be a little crossover in culture. Maybe.” Donovan rests an arm on the table as he leans back, his heart and mind racing but his body riding off the high of averting a possible disaster. “Of course there are plenty of others I can point you at if you’re interested. The council are up here learning all about the Uplifted, figure I should show you folks a thing or two about earth.”

“Folks?”

“Another word for people.” Sonassa replies without hesitation.

“Is that a Sie-Tohn?” Sonassa nods grumpily as Donovan beams. “You do learn fast, human.” Kal’Thras slid beside his daughter, patting her on the shoulder. “Pajit’s almost over. Finish up the cleaning and you can head off.”

“It was nice to play you Donovan.” Sonassa holds her hand out for him to shake. Donovan looks a little confused until she motions to her father with a subtle head tilt.

“It was. Though I’d love to have a game where you don’t go easy on me.” He smiles, trying to keep things to a level of ‘innocent banter’.

“I’d like to give you another game as well.” Kal’Thras chuckled as he approaches the booth near the front door. Donovan sees panic light up in Sonassa’s eyes as he realises what was about to happen.

“Uh, actually, there is one thing I’d like you to show me.” Kal’Thras turns to face the man, not so much annoyed by having his changeover routine interrupted as curiosity as to what Donovan wanted to ask of him. Donovan waves him over. “So when I played against you yesterday my tiles were purple. The same today. Is there a way to change the colour or is it a permanent thing?”

The N'gaa laughs. “Is that all? Here, press your finger to the panel and hold it there.” He directs Donovan to keep his thumb pressed on one of the tiles. After several seconds it flashes, then activates a menu above the table for both of them to see. It looks much like a sliding scale from an art program, with hue, saturation and lightness all at separate values. Donovan looks past Kal’Thras to see Sonassa creep over to the booth and shut down whatever alien porn she had open. “Don’t think I can’t hear you sneaking.”

The N'gaa father turns around to see his daughter midway through tearing open a blob of water, her expression like a deer in the headlights. To Donovan it seems similar to what Galfa had fed him earlier, but in a much larger quantity. “Sorry, we were talking a lot.” She offers.

Kal’Thras seems unconvinced but shrugs it off, turning back to Donovan. “Got the hang of it?”

“I think so. Might fool around with it while I wander around, find a colour that suits me.”

“That is a good idea.” The N'gaa smile is both heartwarming and creepy, the serpent’s jaws stretching wide as he tried to make the man comfortable. Fortunately his eyes are soft and non-threatening which is probably the main reason Donovan was happy to come back after meeting him the day before. “Be at peace, Mister Lane.”

“Stay groovy Kal’Thras. You too Sonassa.” he calls to the back of the parlour. She waves him goodbye. Feeling like a third wheel between these two, Donovan makes his way to the exit. The moment Donovan steps outside he receives a message.

‘My Quarters are linked. Bring yourself and food. 4 Dah. - Sonassa’. Donovan breathes a sigh of relief. He was worried the interruption of her father might have put an end to it, but the message is clear.

“So, food and beverages for this evening then.” He slaps his hands together, rubbing them like some master villain. “To the Market.”

In no time at all Donovan has made his way through the service tunnel to the sprawling and active market. Having been here only an hour or so earlier when it was much less lively, he puzzles over why it would suddenly be so busy. The computer seems to sense his confusion and answers it with showing him the time in terms of their system; only a few Ponn past the Prejit. Or rather, a few minutes past shift change. The plethora of individuals swarming the marketplace have finished their work and are ready to rest and relax. Several Shylar wander around browsing Dusty’s wares, clothes grubby with what looks to the human like engine oil. A green Guvaan walks towards him, her face widening into a seductive smile as she passes and giving him a cheeky slap on the arse as she leaves. Despite their being only a half dozen species on this craft, to Donovan the difference between each individual is mind blowing.

As a trio of N'gaa politely shift around him, Donovan remembers what he is there for. Though he has to admit, he has no idea what sort of food to bring as most everything here is in cube form and contain enough nutrients for a whole meal. He browses through some of the more delicious smelling stalls before spying Ka'len looking very bored in her robes. She spots him at the same time and waves the human over. “Mister Lane!”

When he’s close enough, Ka'len dashes around the stall to give him a hug. She has retained a lot of her height since their time at the restaurant, and as such his face is pressed firmly against a large pair of robed breasts. “Heya Ka'len, how’s it going?” He says though her cleavage before she allows him to pull back. “I see those extra inches have stuck around.”

She concentrates a moment before nodding happily. “It’s amazing! Like I was back in normal space for a second there.” A crimson hand squeezes his arm. “How are you doing? I’ve heard some interesting things about you.” Ka’len winks knowingly then licks her lips. “Seems I’m not the only one who got a taste.”

Donovan clears his throat, blushing wildly. “Well, heh, I guess you mighta heard right.”

“Thing is, I don’t just chat to the usual folks around here.” She pulls Donovan behind her stall, keeping him close to whisper. “Is it true?”

Donovan looks everywhere but under her hood. “True? Is what true?” He stalls, not sure what he is being accused of.

“A Guvaan?” She whispers, staring at him for some sort of reaction. His blush deepens. “I Knew it!” She quietly exclaims. “I knew it. Do you realise what you’ve done?”

Donovan went pale. He never considered his actions being all that important. Ever since he arrived he stayed out of the way, tried to make friends and not piss people off; which aside from the Major he feels he’s accomplished quite well. But with Ka'len’s question, the man shrinks, feeling he’s just screwed things up. “What have I done?”

“You’ve begun a revolution!” She says excitedly.

He blinks once. Twice. His mind trying to process that information. “No.”

“No?” Ka’len is just as confused as Donovan. “No what?”

“No. I did not just start a revolution.”

“Yes you di-”

“No!” Donovan growled, this time pulling Ka’len close, staring into her hood with very serious eyes. “I. Did. Not. Start a revolution.” He sighs. Letting go of the robe, he backs up a little and takes a deep breath, massaging the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger. “Okay, okay. I slept with a Guvaan. What am I obviously not aware of that has happened since?”

“You sleeping with the Guvaan isn’t what started it. You Mated with it.”

“Ugh!” Donovan is getting annoyed at the translation issues, but can’t legitimately blame the computer for missing slang. “On Earth ‘Sleeping With’ means ‘Mating’ in certain circumstances. That’s my bad.” He looks concerned “Ka'len, what is going on?”

Ka'len removes her hood, looking him in the eyes, worried that she’s upset him. “It’s not a bad thing.” She tries to comfort the man. “Now that they know someone is willing to mate with them, they’re trying to get other races interested. And it’s actually working.”

“Excuse me?” Donovan blinks several more times. “They’re what?”

“Just before this Prejit one of the engineers found me in the observation lounge and morphed themselves to look like me,” Donovan’s eyebrows shoot up, amazed at the boldness of the previously shy synthetic species “except, the body… was you.”

“Me.”

“You. Head to foot, but with my wings, horns and tail.” She grins cheekily ear to ear.

“And?” Donovan prompts, needing to know the end.

“Oh we mated until it broke itself.” She moans naughtily, licking her lips as she slips her hood back on. “Why do you think I’m in such a good mood?” The devil-woman turns to walk away, her hips swaying seductively while her tail whips back and forth under the robe. After that story, Donovans immediate thought is to crash tackle that arse and prove he’s better than a Guvaan, but he keeps it in his pants.

“Hold on, hold on.” Donovan follows Ka’len back to her stand. “Let me get this straight. The Guvaan are feeling sexually liberated because I mated with Galfa-”

“They mentioned that designation, was wondering what they had to do with it.” Ka’len shrugged. “They were the one spreading the idea of change.”

“Galfa?” Ka’len nodded to Donovans query. “Djerra Galfa Nolvera?”

“Sounds about right. The Colverai’s numbering system was incredibly outdated. Your number system is base ten, correct? Well the Colverai’s was base Sixty-four. ‘Djerra Galfa Nolvera essentially means Thirty-Seven, Twenty-Four, Thirty-Six.”

The numbers strike a chord in Donovan’s head and he can’t help himself. Like Sonassa sending him the Google link before, those numbers in that order were a hair’s breadth from the oft-quoted ‘ideal ratio’ of a woman. Donovan didn’t care for such things, his tastes were much more varied, especially now that he’d spent the last couple days fucking his way around an alien spacecraft. But the coincidence was too much. Once again, Donovan broke out into laughter.

“What, what are you laughing about?” This time, Donovan needed to explain. He uses the display to bring up google and does a quick search for the ‘perfect’ body type, sending the resulting link to Ka’len. It takes a moment for the translation software to do it’s thing, but she joins him in the joke. “Are you serious?”

“Its an old thing, but some people still think that way.” Donovan chuckles, calming himself as he gets back to the conversation. “Hoo… *Ahem* So Galfa started a sexual revolution. Wow. I’m gonna have to have a chat to her about that.”

“Don’t you dare stop them.” Ka’len growls, still smiling.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I just want to know how its all going. From her end.” Donovan smiles wanly “It’s not everyday you get accused of beginning a revolution.”

“As long as I still get some Guvaan action, go for your life.” Ka’len grin is practically predatorial.

“It was that good, eh?”

“When you say ‘Bigger’ and they can give you bigger, you don’t complain.” She giggles, straightening a few jars in the stall display. “So, what did you come here for again? I’m on shift for the rest of the Prejit, so if you’re after a continuation…” She waggles an eyebrow seductively.

“As fun as that sounds, and as much as we should definitely do that again, I’m actually trying to find out what N'gaa have as like a snack, or treat.” Donovan asks, reminding himself to set a notification for when the Da’jen is in her downtime.

“N'gaa eh?” She taps her jaw thoughtfully “What kind of reaction do you want?”

“Uh,” Donovan wasn’t expecting that kind of question. Caught on the back foot he thinks fast. “A good one?” Not well, but fast. He shakes his head, ignoring his own stupid answer while trying to find a better one. “I’m not sure. Sonassa and I-”

Ka’len drops one of the cups she is cleaning, the reinforced glass bouncing off the floor with a solid ‘tink’. “Sonassa. Ka’Thras’ daughter Sonassa?” Donovan nods. “And I take it he doesn’t know?” Donovan shakes his head, slowly turning white. “Make sure he never does.”

“We- We’re just gonna watch videos together.” Donovan offers nervously, relieved when Ka’len shrugs the whole thing off.

“Oh, that’s fine then. Here, I’ll make you up some drinks to take along.” She begins hurriedly throwing ingredients into two seperate bowls, using her tail to grab the occasional jar from the shelf as she whips up the order. “Otherwise, head to Family Sathrak’s Ghoda. Purple to relax, Orange to stay awake and Black-” She coughs, smiling “Never mind the black. Stick with Purple and red.”

“Any purple and red?”

“It’s the way they’re grown, certain chemicals in the flavours. To humans I imagine it would be mostly just a taste thing. But to N'gaa, it’s like a mild drug.” Donovan hears more ingredients added to the bowls while he is looking at the store he shopped from in his first few hours on the ship. “Remember Purple to relax, Orange to keep you going.” She finished blending the two sets of ingredients and poured them in separate cups. “The gold and blue one is her favourite, try not to shake it up.”

Ka’len hands Donovan two large cups. The first one contains a shimmering pink and red mix with small electrical shocks flickering between the bright pink metallic ‘clouds’ like a miniature thunderstorm. The other one was considerably more calm, where there were distinct layers like in the first drink he’d had. It started with a thick blue mix in the top half followed by a thin coppery orange layer midway down the cup. Then more blue and a shining golden layer near the bottom. The last nip or so being the same swirling pink and red cloud of electricity in his cup.

“These look… dangerous.” Donovan says with a smile. “Thanks for setting the mood.”

“You have no idea, Mister Lane.” She replies, waving him away. “Go on, N'gaa don’t like to be kept waiting.” Donovan gives her a quick salute, and heads off into the market. Now that he isn’t rushing, and the stores are flooded with customers, the man can see better the various items on display. A place describing itself as providing ‘aesthetic alterations to non-limb extremities’ proves to be little more than a beauty salon, though that wording seems to imply many changes in their title to accommodate for different species anatomy; hair, fur, scales, tentacles, all able to be altered, but the term ‘haircut’ obviously wouldn’t work across all of them.

Similarly the terms for things like ‘food’ and ‘drink’ are altered to either be the exact think being sold, like the ‘Ghoda’ stand, or a general term like ‘nutritional consumables’ which is the gist of one of the stores Donovan decides to stop at. The Shylar run shop has a range of nutrition cubes on it’s counter, but the rows of small sealed pigeonholes behind it show promise of something different. “Welcome, human. How might Rainy Nightfarmer help you today?”

“Donovan Lane.” He holds his hand out for the Shylar woman, who takes it and gives it a small shake.

“I did that correct, yes?” She asks cautiously.

“Yes, yes you did.” Donovan says with a smile, much to Rainy’s relief. “How’s your day going?”

“Day?” The translator kicked in and in a second she understood. “Ah yes, my Prejit just started, so I have much of my day left. But so far, is nice.” She smiles, four eyes squinting on her feline face as she does so. “So you have come for nourishment, yes?”

“To a degree.” Donovan muses, still curious about the small cabinets behind the Shylar. He noticed the translator probably having issues with his terminology and chooses to press on. “I was wondering what you have behind all those little doors.”

“Oh, yes.” Donovan wasn’t sure how, but she managed to grin wider, this time beaming with pride. “We have our nutrient blocks of course. But for those wishing to consume fruits unprocessed, I carry many varieties.”

“Cool. I’m up for some non-earth fruit.” Donovan nods before remembering where he’s headed. “Got anything N'gaa like?”

Rainy thinks a moment before running her hand along the doors. “Ah yes, where did I put it…” She mutters, going row by row. “Yes, here we go.” She pulls out a pineapple-like fruit, the main bulb about the size and shape of a coconut. It is a light green near the criss-crossed creases, darkening to a deep emerald green at each rounded spike. Sprouting from the ‘top’ of the fruit is a series of thick fern-like growths rather than the spiky leaves donovan would normally associate with a pineapple. The smell wafting up from it is strangely like that of nutmeg, and reminds the man more of a baked good than a fruit. “Shakarra Esht; ‘Broken Fruit.” She hands it to Donovan. “You pull leaves out, peel spikes off. Flesh is sweet, ah, though green bits, green bits too too sour for you I think. But N'gaa,” she leans in close, whispering with a smile “N’gaa love green bits.” She playfully pretends she’s gobbling up a plate of ‘green bits’.

“I’ll take it.” Donovan says chuckling a little at the old Shylar’s display. “You’ve sold me.”

“I thought I sell fruit.” She says, a sparkle of playfulness in her eye. “Must be translator problem.” She grabs a payment wand from her belt and holds it out. “One hundred fourteen cred, yes?” Donovan’s eyes go wide at the number, but he remembers Ka’len’s description of the meat at the Place of Understanding and Tacos and how some things were hard to get or maintain on a space voyage. Expensive but real fruit made sense. He presses his finger to the wand tip and his account balance drops accordingly.

“Thank you very much, I look forward to trying fruit that’s travelled more than I have.” He jokes, causing Rainy to release a short giggle.

“Here, take.” She holds out a small bag of mixed berries. “From Arboretum, no charge. Very tasty.”

“Thank you.” Donovan says again, bowing slightly as he leaves the stall with yet more food. With two cups in one hand, the man barely fits the Broken Fruit in one pocket of his dressing gown, while the small bag of berries easily slips in the other. He realises he might want to eventually get a bag, but with time ticking on and Sonassa probably back at her quarters by now, Donovan heads to his last stop; the Ghoda merchant.

It is the same young N'gaa from before that greets him. “Welcome back Mister Lane. I trust you enjoyed Family Sathrak’s Ghoda?”

He nods, smiling. “Very much so. I wanted to pick up some more. Gonna need a new box though.” He says, sheepishly.

“That is fine, we have plenty to spare.” The N’gaa responds, fishing out a similar-sized box for the cubed treats. “Are there any in particular you are after? A Particular colour?”

Donovan wonders if perhaps the shopkeep was privy to his and Ka’len’s conversation, but realises he chose the blue one from before by simply pointing out it was blue. “Might mix things up a bit, actually. Could I get two each of…” he scans the board, checking out the colours “this one,” he says, pointing toward an orange cube with gold flecks throughout “this one” one with lavender and royal purple stripes “aaaaand… that one.” The last one he selects is pitch black. Blacker than black should be. So black, that he couldn’t see it’s surface.

The N'gaa happily bags up the first two with just a small pair of tongs, but the black one she seems to take extra care not to touch. Firstly they are behind a secured clear panel, preventing it from falling out or being bumped that she unlocks. Secondly, the N’gaa is fine holding the tongs anywhere with the first two but for the black one she holds them very carefully, and as close to the hinge as possible. Placing them gently in a separate section as though they were a live grenade, she closes the container and releases a pent up breath.

“Okay, I gotta ask…” Donovan says, hesitant to pick up the new box of Ghoda. “What’s with the hazmat reaction?” The moment those words left his mouth, he realises the translation problem. “Why so careful?”

“The Onta-Sobex are very potent to N'gaa. They provoke a very-” The serpent-like being coughed, clearing their throat “uh, ‘intense’ reaction.” Donovan thought perhaps getting those cubes might be something fun, but he starts to worry they might be less amusing and more mind-altery than he’s aiming for. Seeing his expression, the N’gaa seeks to comfort him. “Our bio scanners cleared humans for any serious reactions to any substances onboard, you shouldn’t have any problems.” a scaly hand pat his own on the counter before holding up a pay wand. “Seventy-two credits please.”

Donovan presses his thumb to the pad and gently pockets the container. “Thank you, and I’ll keep that in mind.” He offers a nervous smile before bringing up Sonassa’s room number. Being located in the hallway between the Arboretum and Leisure District, it’s about as far away as possible from where he is. Going down the ladder would prove problematic, but worthwhile if he was just going to the red-lit hub. Whereas taking the long walk was just that - a long walk - but down a ramp the entire way. Deciding to keep the drinks unshaken to the best of his ability, Donovan chooses the latter, and carefully makes his way to Sonassa’s via the Arboretum.

In just a couple Dah, the man is outside the section of wall designated as Sonassa’s room. He wonders whether she shares lodgings with her father. His question is answered as soon as the door panel slides open, revealing the inside to be filled to the brim with various alien tech, toys and furniture. A hoarder’s paradise, a lone hoarders paradise. “Donovan!” Comes a shout from behind a particularly large metallic shelf thing. “You came!” Sonassa rises out of the chaos, beaming.

“How could I not?” he states, matching her grin as much as he is humanly capable. He holds up the drinks, still careful not to disturb the layers “Beverages,” placing them down on a nearby shelf he pulls the bag of berries and cube container from one pocket, and hefts the Broken Fruit out of the other “and snacks.”

Sonassa’s eyes go wide seeing the fruit. “You didn’t!” She slithers over with a speed Donovan was frankly unprepared for, and almost tumbles backwards out of the doorway. But as she approaches, the N'gaa grabs his wrist to steady him before taking the fruit off his hands. “I haven’t seen one of these in… in Baht…” she gasps.

“Perks of being a human, I got given some cash to spend. Don’t know how long I’ll be here, so might as well make the most of it. Besides…” He clears his throat, realising he stopped on a ‘besides’, so has to follow through with some sort of coherent sentence. “It’s not every day I get to sit down and, uh… watch porn with… with someone from another planet.” He blinks several times as the two look each other up and down.

“Bet you didn’t expect you’d be saying that a Padit ago.” She smiles, gesturing for him to join her. “Come, I have organised a viewing area.” She leads him around the piles of stuff, which seem placed suspiciously in such a way that anyone walking in would be unable to see anything happening behind them until walking around. And sure enough on the other side is a nest like bed, large enough for her to lay in, and possibly him as well if they bunched up. Which given she motions for him to sit, seems to be the plan.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” Donovan says, hands on waist as he surveys the bed.

“First, get naked.” Donovan looks mildly shocked. “I find coarse cloth like that gets caught on my scales. This is as much for my comfort as yours. Trust me, you won’t be cold.” The man takes a deep breath and does as he’s told, stripping his clothes and folding them up in a pile to the side. “You have an interesting scent.”

“Sorry, haven’t found the shower block.” He admits, the closest to a shower he’s had so far being the full body Guvaan hug the night prior.

“It is not a bad scent. You’re not a Ravarii.” She physically recoils at the thought. A tooltip pops into Donovan’s view and is immediately dismissed. “It’s a mellow scent. It is nice.” She snaps herself out of her olfactory trance and slithers around the man, wrapping her coils in such a way as to create a man-sized groove between her torso and one of the thicker sections of her body. Laying down she pats the vacant space. “You won’t hurt me. Lay. Please.” Donovan can’t ignore that smile. He sighs, wondering what he’s gotten himself into as he carefully sits down on one of her coils. “AAGH! AAAAAGGHH!” She starts screaming, causing the man to jump near three feet in the air, landing a full step away from her, his heart racing. “AAAAAaaaahha hah hah hah…”

He can feel his chest pounding as he looks at the absolutely hysterical face of Sonassa. “Not funny.”

“Hah hah hah hah…”

He shakes his head, returning to her coils and slumping down into them. “Not funny.”

“Hah hah hah… oh. Oh that was good.” She wipes a tear from her eye.

“Not funny.”

“Very funny.” She ruffles his hair playfully. “Come on, pick the first one.”

Donovan finally grants himself a little chuckle. “Alright, so how do I do this, send you the link?”

She shakes her head. “No, send it to the ceiling.” Donovan looks from Sonassa to the roof and back. “I’ve given you access to my room display, so we can watch together. Just request your system to send whatever movie you find to the ceiling.”

He shrugs. “Makes as much sense as everything else around here.” Laying back against Sonassa’s coils, Donovan brings up google, then the paysite he linked earlier and scrolls through the videos. As he searches for something the N'gaa might enjoy, he realises how comfortable laying on the woman feels. He knows snakes aren’t slimy - the numerous reptile park visits to his school had taught him that - but despite her scales being large and appearing quite solid, they feel almost like velvet up close, and the soft skin beneath makes their rigidity almost negligible.

“Found anything yet?” Sonassa asks impatiently. To answer her, Donovan starts a video playing on the roof. “Oooh, I’m so excited.” She chatters, one set of arms reaching out to hug Donovan close on the side.

“So, this is one of my favourites.” He says softly, making sure there’s volume playing as the various titles come up. “The plot is that the woman is a real estate agent trying to get the guy to buy the house. But he thinks it’s too expensive, so she tries to sweeten the deal by… well, I’ll let you watch.”

“There’s plot?” It’s at that moment a penny drops in Donovan’s mind. Sonassa specifically said ‘reproduction movies’. His mind thought to the other type of reproduction movie; the nature documentary. Admittedly, a type of nature documentary rarely aired, but it made just as much sense.

“Sonassa…” Donovan practically squeaked, feeling he perhaps just overstepped a line.

“Mmm?” She was only half paying attention as the guy meets the woman out front of the house and agrees to go on a tour.

“These ‘reproduction movies’ of yours… they wouldn’t happen to be- uh, documentaries, would they?”

“Documentaries?”

Donovan swore inside his head. “Factual movies. Like ‘This is how the male mounts the female’ or ‘This position is traditional within that culture’.”

She half thinks about the answer as the guy looks disapprovingly at the practically spotless kitchen. “Yeah, I guess. Most of them.”

“Well Shit.” Donovan mumbles.

“Sorry?” Sonassa turns to him, but is obviously still distracted by the video.

Donovan requests the video to pause and it does. “So there’s been a little issue with translation.” He admits, going red in the face. “I think I’ve just offered to show you something that might be a little more… intense than what I’d intended.”

“You don’t think I can take it?” She asks, a smirk growing across her face. “Is that a challenge?”

“What?” Donovan replies, not sure if he should be encouraging where this seems to be going or not. “No, it’s not, I mean… What?”

“Challenge accepted. Continue playing.” The video starts back up again as Sonassa acquires the Broken Fruit with her tail and removes the leaves off with a juicy pop. She breaks off a piece and hands it to Donovan. “Here, give this a try.”

He takes the section of fruit and as suggested, bites into the white flesh. It tastes like a fusion of gingerbread and custard, though the further he gets to the yellowy-green part, the more tart it becomes. He gets a reasonable way along before it’s comparable to eating a lemon and he gives up. Remembering that the N'gaa like the green bits, Donovan offers it to Sonassa. “Serious? You don’t want it?” She gleefully takes the green tip from him and devours it.

The two sit and watch as the film takes a sexual turn, the agent offering to give the guy a blowjob if he takes it at the lowest price the owner is willing to take. “Is that normal mating habits for Humans?”

Donovan sighs. “Have none of you Uplifted heard of foreplay? None of you?” Sonassa shrugs. “Okay. First off, lets start with duration, as that was a sticking point be-...” She looks at him sarcastically. “Yeah, you know. Before.” He takes a deep breath. “Human mating can last anywhere from a few Ponn to over a… Dapo?... Did I say that right? Fuck it; Minutes to Hours. I’ll let your end do the translation. Point is, it’s not a one-and-done thing. Us humans take a bit of time to get ready. Some not as long as others.” He concedes dryly. “So we get each other ready with foreplay. It helps make the guy hard and the woman, uh… wet.” Saying it makes Donovan somehow feel more perverted than he’s felt over the last few days. And he fucked a goo girl until she exploded.

“So humans pretend to pretend to mate, so they can be ready to pretend to mate.” Sonassa says, trying to sort it out in her mind.

“Well when you put it like that, it makes us sound like idiots.” Donovan admits. “But that is technically correct.”

“And that feels good? The male seems to enjoy having his organ sucked.”

If Donovan wasn’t bright red before, he is now. He relaxes, laying back down in Sonassa’s coils as he stares up at the ceiling; watching a man get his cock sucked by a busty woman in glasses. “It’s really not easy explaining this.” He meant that both in trying to explain the porno to Sonassa, and thinking how he would explain this situation to anyone back on Earth.

“Then don’t. Let us just watch.” She says, placing an arm around the man’s shoulder and another around his waist.

The two continue to eat the Broken Fruit until it’s sections are all gone, Sonassa happily devouring the small pile of green tips Donovan saved. Her face seems lost in delight, like a child eating a bag of lollies they saved a whole month to buy and are keen to savour every single one. Her previous statement about her body heat also proves quite true, the N'gaa easily keeping Donovan warm with her coils alone.

By the time the video escalates to the actual sex, Donovan can hear a soft squelching sound. He doesn’t need to look to know what it is. He can feel the snake-lady’s muscles contract and pulse in her lower abdomen as the set of arms not wrapped around the man gently fondle her sensitive areas. Feeling as though given permission by her actions, he too reaches down with one hand and begins to touch his manhood.

Seeing the man’s hand wrap around his member causes Sonassa to moan lightly, tongue flicking into the air as she picks up on his musk. She had never done anything like this before; experiencing a ‘reproduction’ movie with another, let alone one so different than what the Tribunal had loaded on their systems. The N'gaa couldn’t help herself, it was as if her body was commanding her. Sliding her lower arm out from under Donovan and using the other to pull him tighter to her torso, Sonassa runs exploratory fingers across the man’s hips towards his member.

Donovan’s body freezes as he feels Sonassa’s hand shift position and begin to slowly graze towards his erection. Her scaly fingers slide smoothly against his sensitive skin, sparking little jolts of excitement through his body until they reach the base of his manhood. He removes his hand, giving the N'gaa space to do her own exploring as she feels along the throbbing pole. Inch by inch, finger by finger Sonassa gets her whole hand around the thick member, both sets of thumbs rolling back and forth as she feels the difference between the solidity of the base and pliability about halfway up.

As she squeezes, testing the rigidity of his pole, Donovan can’t help but moan, his hands going out either side instinctively searching for something to grab. Instead, they find nothing but scales. But as his fingers run along the smooth scaly skin of his host, the man can’t help but sate his own curiosity. In much the same way as Sonassa’s hand sought out his member, Donovan’s fingers gently swirl over her abdomen in search of her sex. Donovan notices a subtle change in temperature along her scales and follows it to its source. His fingers brush up against her own, causing both of them to pause and gasp; Sonassa from the sensation of having another’s hand so close to her very sensitive passage, and Donovan for having the N'gaa’s reaction prompt her grip on his manhood to become firmer.

‘Yeah, oh yeah, mmmm, yea!’ came the moans from the ceiling, the potential house buyer burying his cock in the real estate agent’s pussy on the kitchen counter, her clipboard flung to the floor in the lusty act. Sonassa moans at the lewd imagery displayed above, the closeups of human genitals so messily smashing together only furthering her arousal. But her hand starts moving of its own accord, gently moving in time with the actors thrusts.

Donovan shivers, the sensual touch on his staff slowly building in intensity as Sonassa loses herself in the porno. But he wasn’t about to let her wonderful touch go unrewarded. Holding his breath he slides his hand under her own until the hot, moist folds of her sex press against his fingertips. Her scales are warm and comfortable, but to Donovan, Sonassa’s pussy feels more hot than warm. His skin tingles at the contact, the man sliding fingertips up and down her slit as he gauges her size; much in the same way she tested his length with her own hand.

Wordlessly they play with each other, each sensitive spot remembered as the two continue to watch the video above. As the actors change positions on-screen Donovan prepares to escalate his part in Sonassa’s viewing pleasure. He bites his lip, hoping he doesn’t overstep a boundary as he slides first one finger then another into the N'gaa’s entrance up to the first knuckle. Sonassa arches her body towards the intrusion, moaning with wide eyes and Donovan feels the muscles clamp down around his digits. The temperature is almost scalding to the man, but he persists.

As Sonassa’s body returns to the nest, Donovan pushes his fingertips deeper, and deeper. As he does so, the woman’s hand begins to tremor, the intense sensation in her nethers forcing her to lose control of her faculties. When the man is far enough inside her that his palm lays flat on her stomach, he looks up at her. She tears her eyes from the screen just long enough to give Donovan the most needy stare he’s ever received. “If you want me to stop, just say so.” he says softly, the N'gaa giving a shaky nod in response before turning back to watch the porno.

The man in the video was giving it hard and fast to the woman, his hips like a piston as he rammed his oversized member into her over and over. Donovan could feel Sonassa’s hand pick up the pace as well, her short, shaky pumps matching the speed of the actor. Feeling he should be reciprocating, Donovan also matches the speed, withdrawing barely an inch of the fingers before pushing it back in, focusing more on curling them to rub against her pussy walls. “D-D-D…” Sonassa couldn’t speak as Donovan brought her to orgasm with his digits, her pussy turning into a pressure cooker as powerful muscles squeezed the fingers as deep as possible while the whole thing became uncomfortably hot.

Despite the pain, Donovan makes himself grin and bear it. Fortunately she had enough sense of mind to let go of his member before the climax hit, otherwise it might just have popped in her tight grasp. The whole event lasts only a few seconds, with a panting and shaky Sonassa falling into her coils breathless. “I… I don’t think… I’ll ever… get used… to that.” She mutters between breaths, her mouth turned upwards in the widest most content grin Donovan has seen on her.

“I thought I’d experienced some good orgasms on Earth. Took a Da’Jen wreathed in a fireball of purple flame to prove me wrong, and they’ve gotten better every time.” Donovan realises how bad that sounded, but Sonassa doesn’t seem insulted, she just nods in agreement. ‘They really do have a society that’s oddly both sexually-desensitised and sex-focused.’ he thought to himself, marvelling at the difference between Earth’s western culture and theirs.

“Was this good?” Sonassa asks, looking down at his member, before realising he had been focused on her getting off, not him. “Wait, wait you didn’t finish?”

Donovan chuckles. “Remember what I said about a couple of Ponn to a Dapo or more?”

“A Da’po?” She gulps. “I, I did not think you were being truthful.” Sonassa blinks, looking away from Donovan as she considers that fact. “That, That is-”

“Longer than most here, or so I’ve heard.” Donovan rolls over on his side to face Sonassa directly, slowly removing his fingers from her pussy as he goes. She stares at him in open-mouthed pleasure, catching her breath only when his fingers have left her body. “Seems most species on here are over and done in a few minutes- a Dah at most.” He smiles, placing his as-yet, unpunished hand on one of hers. “Nothing bad about that. It’s the way you all do it. With us humans, it’s different.”

Sonassa’s eyes go wide, prompting Donovan to look back at the ceiling. The man had pulled out and - as with most pornos much to the man’s dismay - gives the real estate agent a facial, with a couple ropes of cum across her tits for good measure. “That is impressive volume.” the N'gaa notes, but then Donovan’s favourite part arrives. The house owner. While the agent was certainly beautiful and sexy in her own right, the owner was Donovan’s ‘type’. Auburn haired, tall and voluptuous, wearing a high-cut sweater and jeans. “Who is…” Sonassa looks confused.

“Some pornos have multiple men or women.” He goes in through his internal display to show the N'gaa how much of the video is left. “See, a little less than halfway done.” He grins. Their attention turns back to the lewd film as the owner goes mental, shaming the real estate agent before dragging the semi-naked man to the bedroom and apologising profusely for the other woman’s lack of professionalism. The man then explains that he was considering taking the offer but was now unsure.

“So does he purchase the house?” Donovan just grins, raising an eyebrow to the curious N'gaa. “Fine, I shall wait.” She pouts, the hint of a smile on her scaly lips as she watches the home-owner decide that the man needs further persuasion. She closes the bedroom door and throws him onto the bed. The change in plot eliciting a gasp from Sonassa. “But she just said-” the N'gaa cuts herself off as the man retorts with pretty much what she was going to say, only for the homeowner to ravenously swallow his cock. Sonassa places her hands down, lifting herself up towards the ceiling as she mouth’s the N'gaa equivalent of ‘no way’.

Unlike before, when the real estate agent was getting the man nice and hard, but only servicing the top half of his shaft when it came to an actual blowjob, the owner is instead chin to balls with the guy, her throat bulging with his girth. She looks up at him, eyes full of hunger as she moans loudly, urging him to practically face fuck her for several seconds before she pulls back to take a deep breath. “That actress is known for her oral work.” Donovan states before realising how stupid that sounds. Then he forgives himself as of the few times in his existence, right now would probably be the only time where spouting porno ‘facts’ would be considered apt.

“Does she enjoy it?” Sonassa asks, mouth agape.

“Probably.” Donovan shrugs. “She’s famous enough that if she didn’t, she wouldn’t ha-aa…” He stammers as Sonassa shifts her weight around, one of her hands finding his cock and instinctively wrapping tightly around it. She looks to see why the translation software didn’t finish his sentence, and discovered her mistake.

“Sorry. I am very sorry!” She says, immediately letting go; before grabbing it softly and stroking it like a wounded animal, then letting go of it again as she realises it’s an injured body part not a cute sugar glider. Donovan winces through the whole process. “Here, here.” She pulls the small bag of fruit down from the shelf with her tail. “Have one of… these!” She presents a small orange berry that was the spitting image of a blueberry in everything but colour. “It is a mild pain reliever.” She holds the berry closer to the man’s face, reaching for his drink as soon as he takes it. “And have a drink.”

“Thank you, it’s okay, I’ll be okay.” Donovan mutters, taking the drink in one hand as he sits up. “I’m not hurting you if I-”

“No, no, it’s okay…” Sonassa says sheepishly. She sits up with him, grabbing her drink as well as the video shifts from being on the ceiling to being on the wall in front of them. The two sit silently as the homeowner gets mouth-fucked by the potential buyer. Donovan downs the berry easily enough, the subtle flavour of the sticky part on the back of stamps almost overpowered by the tartness of pineapple. But when he takes a sip of the beverage that had been prepared for him, he coughs; smiling as he curses it’s creator. “Dammit Ka’len!” The strong hit of alcoholic Kiwi fruit roils upon his tastebuds, the sex-enhancing fruit having been slipped in - in great quantity by his reckoning - while he was busy looking out into the market.

“What, is your drink bad?” Sonassa’s voice snaps him out of it. He shakes his head and continues drinking, noticing again the same electrical swirly fluid at the bottom of the N'gaa’s cup as well. He wrestles with the notion of letting her know, but before he can say anything she had downed the entire thing. “Wow!” Sonassa shakes her head as the strong smack of the Dunda-Dova-Dalla Berry’s aftertaste. “She really gave that one an ending!” Donovan looks on curiously to see if there are any side effects happening to her as immediately as they did for him before. If Sonassa is feeling them, she isn’t showing it.

The man takes a deep breath ‘In for a penny…’ he thinks to himself before drinking down the potent aphrodisiac in a couple gulps. Before the glass is empty, he can feel the burning inside him. It is much less intense, but oddly more encompassing; like instead of his loins alone feeling as though they are being dipped in a sauna, instead his whole body feels like it’s suspended in a lukewarm bath. It was simultaneously arousing and relaxing. He lets out a sigh, and nuzzles back into Sonassa’s coils.

Not long after Donovan lays his head down, Sonassa has followed suit, the video returning to the ceiling at the part where the owner has crawled atop the man on her bed, and guided his cock directly towards her moist pussy. Unlike the real estate agent, her entrance seems much tighter, and as she raises herself up, the sheer girthiness of his cock pulls her lips back along his length. Sonassa is breathing heavily, her hand finding Donovans between them and squeezing it tight. “Donovan?”

The man could barely hear his porno partner over the sound of his heart beating. “Yeah?”

“I- I want you to be truthful to me.” She says, gasping as the owner begins rapidly slamming down on the man’s thick tool. “Did, did you really enjoy mating out- outside your species?”

Donovan is quick to nod repeatedly. “Yes, very very much.”

“Do you think I’m a monster?” That one came very out of left field.

“Monster?”

“When - how does she…” Sonassa squints her eyes, trying to focus. “When our social directive changed, we were given information blocks about our appearance in regards to human culture.” She squeezes her hand as the buyer’s cock pops out of the owners pussy by mistake. “We, uh, N'gaa look like your.. Gor-Gons, correct?”

“I’d have said Naga. but sure.”

Sonassa looks at him eyes wide. “There are N'gaa on Earth?” the porno is all but forgotten as she stares at Donovan in shock.

“No, though it wouldn’t surprise me if their origin had something to do with an earlier visit.” Donovan ignores his throbbing member as best as possible while he finds some MMO art of a Naga to send the serpentine woman.

‘You hypocritical Bitch!’ the real estate agent shouts as she opens the door to see the owner fucking the guys brains out. Donovan and Sonassa return their gaze to the screen, lost in the events unfolding. The agent then rips off her skirt to reveal a thick black strap-on. The owner protests a little, but is soon taken from behind as the agent slams her down on all fours while the guy lays beneath her on the bed.

“That is a waste hole…” Sonassa states in shock and confusion.

“For some it’s pleasurable.” Donovan sighs, his hand wrapping around his member as the three start going all out. He knows there’s only five minutes of good action left and his body falls into its usual routine with this particular video. “For guys there’s a prostate somewhere back there. If you hit it right, it’s supposed to make you cum hard and fast.” The translation software takes a moment to work on ‘prostate’ but eventually Sonassa looks like she gets the gist.

It may be because Donovan has never watched a porno with anyone before, or perhaps it is that he has managed to consume several doses of potent aphrodisiac over the last 24 hours. Yet still it might simply be that the man was interrupted too many times. But as the guy and real estate agent pull out of the owner, the latter two kneeling beside the bed with their mouths open and quickly filled with the man’s second load, Donovan hadn’t cum. As the ceiling returns to it’s normal metallic-grey colour, he looks down to his cock.

“What I was trying to ask.” Sonassa interrupts the man’s thoughts. “Would you be my first?”

Donovan’s heart jumps, as does his cock. “Absoutely!” There was no doubt in his mind that this is what he wants to do. Her father might try to kill him, but he isn’t N'gaa, so can’t impregnate her. He assumes. Donovan rolls over as she too turns to face him. “As long as you’re sure you want to.”

“You mean it?” Her voice lowers a little in pitch and becomes slightly husky, similar to the owner in the video.

“Sonassa, I came here tonight to watch porn with you. If you want to take it further I’m more than happy to take it further.”

“You don’t think I’m a monster?”

“Fuck this monster bullshit!” Donovan shouts, grabbing Sonassa’s shoulder and tightly pulling her towards him. He can feel his cock press against her scorching entrance as he speaks to her, inches from her face. “You look like a Naga, the Kalesh look like a friggin’ Sasquatch, the Da’len are Demon incarnate and the Shylar are little four-eyed monkey cats that make tacos!” He took a deep breath. “If I had to give up my life on earth to live here, I’d do so in a heartbeat.” The translator must have been working overtime with the speed of Donovan’s words, but when it caught up, Sonassa was in a stunned silence.

The Silence only lasted a second before she grabbed the man’s hips and thrust forward, impaling herself with the man’s fuck-stick. “AHHHhhh!” She screams in ecstasy as her body quivers, already edging towards a second climax from the drinks. Sonassa wraps her upper set of arms around Donovan’s shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. Then mirroring the messy kiss the owner was giving the buyer while being pounded from behind by the agent, Sonassa’s scaly lips and long forked tongue assault Donovan’s face.

He moans into the oral intrusion, Sonassa’s reptilian features bringing a whole new set of sensations to the man. Her lips are like patterned latex, similar to the extra grip one might find on a dishwashing glove but much smoother. Her tongue is slippery smooth along it’s entire surface, same for the tissue on the inside of her mouth probed by Donovan’s curious tongue. But the majority of sensation Donovan is focused on is the intense heat of the N'gaa’s passage. It surrounds his cock on all sides like a slickened water bottle, the walls holding him tight as muscles milk the shaft; attempting to pull him further inside her.

“Sonassa…” Donoavan wheezes, barely able to breathe in her tight embrace. She realises how much she is squeezing the man and relaxes her hold enough for him to take a few deep breaths. “Just so you know, I’m really close, but I have a feeling I’ll be ready to go again right after, okay?” He knew he doesn’t need to, but Sonassa reminding him she is a virgin forces Donovan into a more cautious and considerate mindset. He doesn’t want her to freak out if he cums but she still wants to keep going, or anythign like that.

“Just… Just don’t pull out okay?” She asks, pulling her hips back before pushing them forward slowly, savouring every inch of Donovan’s cock.

He nods enthusiastically. “You want a creampie, you’ll get a creampie.”

“Creampie?” Donovan mentally wills the viewscreen to load one for the videos further down the page entitled ‘Creampie Cumpilation 13’ It does so, and within seconds, sounds of men orgasming fill the space. He glances upwards to see a closeup of a well endowed man pulling out of a swollen pink pussy, a small trail of spunk dribbling out with more gushing as she clenches her inner muscles. Then the shot changes to another pair with similar results.

“Creampie?” Donovan offers again.

“Creampie.” Sonassa moans, her hips thrusting harder against Donovan as they near their respective climaxes. Her reptilian side takes over, the lower half of her body wrapping around one of Donovan’s legs while with every breath it sounds like she’s letting air out of a tyre. But Donovan doesn’t mind, the tight hold of her tail on his leg only helps to add to the experience.

With growled expletives on both sides, Donovan and Sonassa crash into their first joint orgasm. The N'gaa’s passage once again heats to near-boiling point but is immediately cooled by thick blasts of the man’s seed. Her muscles spasm, unable to synchronise and - fortunately for Donovan - spreading the pearly fluid up and down her pussy, marinating his cock in a combination of their juices.

“Mmmmmm…” Donovan moans, finally getting his arms free enough to hug the serpentine woman back as he fires off several more ropes of cum. “You like that?” She nods shakily, eyes still scrunched from her orgasm. “You want more?” She nods again. “Then get me on top.” He whispers. Sonassa does as the man asks, rolling the two of them so that he kneels astride her thick serpentine torso. Once in position, she releases Donovan, her arms finding his legs and hips to stroke and play with instead.

Feeling the potent fruit’s juices still flowing through him, Donovan’s recovery time is all but nought, his member remaining hard as he prepares himself for topping the snake woman. He runs his hands along her torso and up to her shoulders, enjoying the feel of the different scale sizes along the way. When Donovan reaches the woman’s scaly cobra-like hood, his touch gets a different response. “A-ah-ahhhh…” Sonassa gasps as the man’s digits fondle the sensitive skin. Worrying he is hurting her, Donovan freezes, but is quickly urged on “No, no, keep doing that…”

“Does it feel good when I do this?” He asks brushing the fingers of both hands down the outer ridge of scales, following the lines of blue scales that make patterns on the hardened flap of skin. She moans in response, the sensation like someone dragging their fingers sensually along her neck, but far more sensitive from the mass of nerve clusters within it. Sonassa begins whimpering, her body like jelly under Donovan’s touch. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles, laying a kiss on her lips.

“Fuck me.” Sonassa says in perfect english, repeating the lusty cries of the actors from the video. Donovan is shocked at the sudden declaration, but doesn’t leave her waiting for long. Lining himself up with her entrance, the man presses forward, holding onto the edges of her hood for balance. His cock slides in, her passage still lubed from their previous climax. The N'gaa pussy is tight and hot, her muscles pulling at the stiff member, coaxing it deeper.

“Gods your hot.” Donovan moans as he sinks down to the hilt.

“Yes… Talk to me. Tell me…” She sighs, liking the sound of the man’s voice as he slides inside her. “Like the movie.”

Donovan - not wanting to disappoint - starts talking dirty, a practice he’s had little experience with but he reasons being in an alien ship with a virgin N'gaa he might be able to get away with the more corny and silly lines if he delivers them with enough conviction. “Mmmm, yeah, you’re pussy feels so damn good.” He growls, building a slow but steady rhythm with his thrusts. He manages to keep his smile contained through the horribly chilched words, but only barely. His hands gently massage the blue and black scaled hood, eliciting a yelping moan from Sonassa as her nerves are treated to a whole new combination of sensations.

“Do you like my big cock in your pussy?” He asks, leaning in to all but whisper the words in her ear holes. “Your cunt wants me doesn’t it?” She nods, eyes focused on the video still displayed on the ceiling above. Donovan turns a little to see the video of some poor woman’s used pussy flowing with several loads of cum. “Is that what you want me to do? Fill you with my cum?” Sonassa’s nods are more furious, her desperation beginning to show. Donovan kisses the side of her face as he rams his cock as deep inside the N'gaa as possible. “Tell me.” He whispers “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I need you.” She whimpers “I Need your cum inside me.” Scaled fingers slide from Donovan’s thighs to his sides and rear, holding him tight as he rests inside her momentarily. “I Need all your cum, deep deep inside me.” Sonassa moans. Donovan thinks nothing of the prehensile tail slowly wrapping around one leg, his other already wrapped in another part of the woman’s long tail. But what he does take notice of is the increased heat around his arse. Distracting him from the imminent surprise, Sonassa pulls Donovan down into a kiss. It is frantic and shaky, the woman’s tongue flicking inside his mouth as she lines herself up.

Donovan’s eyes go wide as he feels Sonassa’s tail press inside his rear. He moans loudly into the kiss. After pushing in several inches, his desire to pull back from the kiss is finally allowed by the much stronger N'gaa. “Fuck!” Donovan exclaims, staring Sonassa dead in the eyes. “Wh-Why?” He asks, the intrusion unexpected more than unwelcome. He couldn’t deny it was doing something for him, his own orgassmic state having been kicked up a few notches.

“Cum hard and fast…” Sonassa recites the phrase from earlier. “I want you to cum hard, and fast, deep inside me.” Donovan moans as her tail writhes around inside his arse, pushing closer and closer to his prostate.

“K-Keep doing that, and y-you - fuck me - you’ll get your wish…” he stammers, trying to concentrate on building a new rhythm. It is slow but firm, pulling his entire length out before pushing it in slowly but forcefully. He can feel the tails tip brushing the right area, all she needs is more pressure as his cock throbs madly. “AH! Fuck yes, Fuck me with that tail!” Donovan moans, hopefully convincing her to push deeper. He needn’t have worried, as Sonassa pushes her tail inside him with more effort, grinding her smooth scales over the sensual button. “FUUUUuuuu!”

“YES!” Sonassa screams “Yes, fill me, fuck me, fill me!” Donovan does as he’s asked, firing load after load into the tight alien cunt. “Yes, Donovan, yesss….” Feeling the thick ropes of the man’s cum coat her insides, Sonassa reaches her own climax. In seconds her passage goes from hot to almost unbearable, but the writhing tail in Donovan’s arse bypasses any notion of self preservation, the need to fill the snake woman with his seed overriding all other sensations flooding the man’s mind.

Donovan can feel his cum overflow the near-virginal vagina, globs dribbling out to run down his balls and thighs. The cool feel of air against his wet balls contrasting with the intense heat of Sonassa’s pussy pushes his body to the limit, the recently consumed beverage doing it’s best to refill his balls as they empty. But it’s only a matter of time before Donovan runs out of his sexual fluids, his panting breath the only thing exiting his body as he collapses on Sonassa, hugging her tightly.

The two writhe and moan in each others arms, Sonassa’s body quivering until her climax subsides. She begins to remove her tail, but Donovan is quick to grab and hold it in place. “Not- not quite yet.” He moans, wanting to keep the tail inside him for the time being to let his body wind down before overloading it with more sensation. “Let’s just… rest… for a bit…” Sonassa squeezes him tightly, holding him close as the sound of humans cumming over and over waft down from above.