FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The masquerade had fallen and humans were now better understood by the other races of the galaxy. Human military was still feared but individual humans much less so. It did make trade negotiations much easier with some of the more cautious species. The expanded trade and lack of security concerns now meant that most humans went without power armor unless dealing with particularly aggressive species, or if they were on missions of a military or diplomatic nature.

Mark was one such human going all natural to visit a distant trade partner. The Slynn were in control of a few systems rich in some rare elements and it was Marks job to negotiate a purchase for his company. The only hiccup was that humans didn't have much knowledge about the Slynn other than the fact that their biology seemed to be a blend of amphibian and mollusk characteristics.

The Slynn were also one of the larger species around with the males being a head taller than a human even in power armor. The females were rumored to be even larger, but as a matriarchal society they were rarely seen. They mostly conducted business through the lower ranking males. This was the real source of Marks anxiety as he would have to meet with a female given the size of the purchase being negotiated. He had also heard from other negotiators that matriarchal species like the Slynn had changed their attitude towards humanity considerably since the humans now opted out of power armor. He didn't believe half the rumors he heard, but was nervous none the less.

Mark exited his transport as soon as it docked at the largest asteroid processing station in the system. He started to sweat almost immediately given the high humidity and temperature preferred by the Slynn. Dealing with such local preferences was one disadvantage to loosing the power armor his predecessors relied upon.

A few males greeted him with a cordial and respectful tone despite towering over him. The Slynn had smooth grey skin with a shark like head. Their torsos were humanoid like except for having four arms, with webbing between their four fingered hands. They had no legs, but instead a mass of strong tentacles supported them. They had two longer tentacles going down their back that were more delicate and used as manipulators rather than for walking.

His hosts carried his luggage to his room as they informed him of the amenities available at the station. Mark was impressed at the amount of effort that had gone into accommodating a human, even his room had a more comfortable temperature and humidity level, as well as a nice bed instead of whatever the Slynn slept on. It was good to see that being a human still carried some weight even though much of their intimidation factor had been lost in recent years. Mark had been informed that he would be meeting with Herata, the owner of the station, for dinner. Going over the details of the deal allowed Mark to kill time until then.

Sooner than he anticipated his escorts arrived for dinner. They led him to a large door and let him in but didn't follow. A wide table was spread in front of a huge window that allowed Mark to see the gas giant of the system that the station orbited. A few chandelier like structures hung from the ceiling giving the room a soft blue green glow. Mark was so busy taking in the view he didn't notice the door behind him open.

His attention was grabbed by a feminine voice saying "Lovely view isn't it."

Mark turned around and was stunned. Herata was nearly twice his height, with his head coming up to her generous "hips". Rather than the plain grey of the males her skin was a darker blue covered in luminescent rings with a white underbelly and chest. But her most striking feature was what appeared to be some of the largest breasts Mark had ever seen. We'll maybe the organs weren't breasts per se, but given their position on her chest and her overall lack of clothing Mark blushed none the less. Her green eyes glowed slightly as she smiled and placed one of her lower hands on marks shoulder.

"Ye..Yes" Mark stammered "It's an amazing view... that your station has"

"I'm glad to share it with you this evening" Herata said as she pressed on Mark's back slightly to lead him to the table. The rhythmic movement of her many tentacles gave Mark the impression that she was gliding next to him. There was a pad in front of the table that she moved onto. Her strong hands pulled mark into sitting amongst her tentacles a bit more forcefully than he would have liked.

The pad turned out to be more of a water bed of some kind. Her manipulator tentacles wrapped around him and he was pulled snugly against her soft stomach. He was surprised to find her skin neither slimy nor scaly, but rather smooth as fine silk. From his low vantage point Mark got the distinct feeling of being a child sitting in someones lap at the grown up table. He began to ask Herata about the mining operation.

"Oh, we needn't talk about that now. It's Slynnian custom to never discuss business upon the first meeting. We'll have plenty of time to go over such details in the coming days." Her hands gripped his shoulders more tightly "We believe for ongoing business such as this, it's important that a relationship be established first."

Mark felt uncomfortable about the tone with which she said that and asked her about dinner to change the subject. She explained that a variety of seafood delicacies would be prepared in the traditional Slynnian fashion. Soon a male brought a plate in each hand and tentacle to the table. Mark reached for a utensil only to watch Herata's hand grab them first. With her four limbs she effortless fed herself and Mark at the same time, describing each dish as they progressed through the courses.

Being doted upon and fed by his host left him feeling even smaller and he wasn't sure if this was Slynnian hospitality or some kind of negotiating tactic that only matriarchal societies used. As the meal wrapped up the empty plates disappeared and they were left alone again. Herata reached for a spot on the table that lit up to her touch and the table descended into the floor. The lighting of the room changed to a more pinkish hue. She lounged back on her water pad.

"I must confess something Mark" she said "I've been absolutely fascinated with humans since I found out that they were all so cute. But one thing I haven't found an answer for is why you all cover yourselves. Our people only wear armor to war or coverings for dangerous work, but even during peace and leisure humans are covering themselves in some material or another, why is that?"

"I guess that's just our way" Mark said "Our home world has very diverse environments and many of them are not ideal for us to be naked in."

"Are you uncomfortable now, here?" she asked stroking Mark with her tentacles.

"Well it's not just a matter of comfort, modesty also plays a certain role. My people would view it as unprofessional if I were to disrobe in a business meeting."

"We're not discussing business now are we?" Herata said leaning forward bringing her face close to Marks. Her eyes now concentrating and reflecting the pink light of the room. "But if possibly souring your trade deal is making you hesitant, I assure you that there is nothing much to discuss. The terms are acceptable as drafted."

Mark was momentarily confused, if the terms weren't in need of negotiation then why not approve them via the traditional channels? Why drag a negotiator all the way out to the Sylnnian system... unless the only point was to get a human out to the system. He realized that his entire journey was to slake Herata's curiosity and nothing more.

It was often a mistake to make assumptions about alien body language. But Mark was having trouble not interpreting the dazzling eyes, sultry pose, and cleavage display of his host as something other than mere curiosity.

"Well if there's no business to discuss then is there anything else you were curious about, regarding humans?" he asked to test the waters.

A smile crossed her face "There is one thing but I'm embarrassed to ask..." Her luminescent rings grew brighter in what Mark assumed was a kind of blush. "Can I... smell you?" she asked.

That wasn't exactly the request Mark was expecting but he agreed. Herata leaned forward and before he could respond a broad forked blue tongue darted out of her mouth and licked the side of his face. Surprised at first he remembered that the translation distinction between smell and taste were often garbled for some species. She made an amused noise and her tongue darted out twice more.

"Interesting" she said "Not like anything on my world"

Mark wiped his face without trying to be rude. Herata slid her hands under his arms and brought him closer to herself. Her tongue quickly explored his face once again while a free hand twirled his hair. Another hand began to grope him under his shirt. Her tentacles were wrapping around his legs and clearly attempting to pull his pants away.

"Are. you. opposed. to. attempting. to. mate. with. one. such as myself?" she asked punctuating her words with her kisses pulling Mark away to look him in the eyes as she finally asked her question.

"Are you sure we are compatible?" Mark asked.

"I'll be the judge of that" she said as her hands and tentacles nimbly removed his clothes. Marks erection stood at attention as he waited for the much larger female to express her opinion. "Your proboscis.." she said staring "It's huge..."

Mark silently thanked the unpredictability of alien biology. Before he could verbally express anything that tongue of hers busily began to taste him. Satisfied moans, more like croaks, were coming from her as she licked him nearly to completion. Her tentacles were writhing against each other on the seat bellow.

She leaned back dropping Mark to her chest. His hands sunk into the breast like organs, they were softer than he expected given their firm gravity defying shape. Before he could ask what they were really for he was pushed down to her tentacles. They peeled back revealing an orifice that Mark could guess the purpose of.

"I should warn you" Harata began "Sylnn mating can last for several minutes, let me know if you..." Mark didn't wait for her to finish before plunging himself in. Her tentacles completely engulfed his legs and torso as he pumped into his alien lover over and over. He couldn't recognize the noises Harata was making anymore but he heard no complaints and given the pulsation of her tentacles she wanted more of what he was giving her.

It didn't take long for Harata to climax with a light show erupting from her rings, but Mark continued pleasing her. If she had any discontent at him not stopping she didn't say so. After several more orgasms from her Mark came as well and collapsed onto her soft belly.

After several minutes of lying together Harata finally said "I had no idea humans could be so wonderful." As she playfully twirled Marks hair he was already mentally composing the message he was going to send to his boss about negotiations running long and needing a few more days to finalize them.