The new world

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this… ever.” I could do little but to feel awe and inspiration whenever I looked out of the blast-tempered glass and down to the planet, less than an inch between me and the vastness of space.

It was a magnificent ball of blue, white, browns and greens mixed together, so perfect in its fragility and so strong at the same time. A hurricane was forming on the east coast of the Atlantic, its white ring expanding as it rotated and grew from the accumulated energy, getting bigger and bigger. Most of the population was already evacuated in the most endangered areas and the Kaiel were working to do their best to help with the incoming relief after the destruction. Everything was so small and yet so big, Earth was huge, capable of housing billions but minuscule in the grand scheme of things, a speck of dust that was lucky or unlucky enough to be able to develop life. We had started from nothing, sticks and stones, then fire and metal, then alloys, bows, arrows, steel swords, bullets, cannons, cars, planes and rockets, now we had spaceships. Well, to be honest, the Kaiel had spaceships, the humans didn’t own one for the moment, but that too was bound to change as life tended to do. Soon, maybe within five years, we’d see human-made ships leave the orbit of the planet and explore the solar system with our lovely scaly overlords. The one ship I was on, the capital ship of the fleet, was miles long, more than seven as far as I knew but I had never bothered to go and find out the real size, it didn’t matter to me since I was but a passenger on it. It was long enough that there was a ‘transport line’ from the tail where the engines were to the head. A colossal beast of inhuman proportions.

“It would be a bad thing if you did, James, it would mean you lost your innocence.” From beside me a soft and yet raspy voice clouded by a thick accent, took my attention away from the ball of life under us, or above, depending on how you want to see space. “It’s always good to have wonder when looking at something.” Jama, my tutor, my friend, stared down as well, though she was a little more comfortable in doing so as the entire ship had been made for her race. Sometimes I forgot I was a guest in here, despite having to crouch to get in some places often and bending down to look at the planet.

“It’s true bit it will happen, one day. I mean, it’s just like with games or toys: you start by loving them so much and with time you grow out of that love and interest.”

“A planet is not a toy, James, it’s a home, a place to belong, you don’t get bored or ‘grow out’ of a house or city, much less a planet.” Her eyes wandered from below to the frame of the window and then to me, locking with mine for just a few seconds. She was just as petite as I had met her and just as green and cheerful, and a bit more open and close to me than that time.

“I’d like to have a conversation on this topic. Not today though, when we have some more time to spend.”

We as a team of translators and friends had been exchanging knowledge and secrets all the time since our meeting, some things more normal, some more private, but we still had so much to learn from each other. She still didn’t know that we as humans more often than not tended to leave the house and town we were born in and travel to find a new place to live in, but that too was a thing that had come to us as a species about a hundred or so years ago, before that, it was hard to go around and just start from scratch, lose contact with your dear ones. It was to be said it was merely uncommon, rare, not a special case. In a way, she had done the same by embarking on this ship and coming here, to see the new world and the new species. Despite being born years apart and trillions of miles away, we weren’t so different as I had too left my house for the bigger opportunity that the big city could offer, like any other teen out of high school or college.

The green scaled Kaiel female was wearing the formal attire of her species, a tight black suit that had been modelled out of the same fabric as the first space explorers of their species eons before, a memento of a lost age in which every space farer had to wear a suit at all times to avoid freezing to death or by radiation in the early day of deep space exploration. Now, this too had changed and had become a… tradition of sorts. I, on the other hand, had to wear a suit that was just as classy as hers, but among my own species, a full-body black piece with a fake white shirt that was just part of the whole suit, though it had that little hole in the back of my pants for the not-so-human mechanical tail I had chosen to slap on my ass a while ago.

“You look good Jama.” She smiled and tapped her chest with a hand, looking slightly over my left shoulder, happiness and some embarrassment.

“It’s such an old style and it makes me feel weird. I don’t like clothes you know.” True enough: as a female, clothing was rather… optional. Nobody cared on this ship but down below, well… down there it was still a hard thing and few had seen one of them without the ever present armour the soldiers wore. I heard a rumour on the internet that in reality the Kaiel were mechanical beings and that underneath the metal plating there was a jungle of cables and gold instead of flesh and a living, beating heart. It was bound to change in less than an hour.

“The humans would not like a naked lady going on a stage broadcasted all over the world in live streaming, as sexy and lovely she may be.” Jama blushed and slapped my thigh with her tail, shorter, though slightly thicker as a result of her pregnancy and increased caloric diet these past few months. I gave her a tap back, but on her cheeks, making her squeak and hiss at me jokingly. “I don’t like the human aversion for the lack of clothes.”

“You keep using ‘humans’ here and there as if you’re not one.” The joking look disappeared as her tone hardened and got serious all of a sudden. “I don’t know why you’d say that.”

“I don’t… I don’t know actually, it just that I don’t feel all that human anymore, you know? With these eyes and tail…” I pointed at the slitted lenses I wore permanently on my eyes to communicate to the utmost precision with the Kaiel. “And what happened to me after our little accident and all those that came after, I am not sure I am 100% human anymore.” The slap that came around this time was harder and aimed at the sensitive bits I had.

“You stop saying that or I’ll get angry.” She placed a weird idiom in her mother tongue right at the end which I still had no real translation for but I guessed it wasn’t a nice thing to say to anyone at any time. It happened often for us, mixing languages, it was fun. “You are a human, a real, strong, reliable human.” Her tail coiled onto mine, showing all the affection she could muster for me without using her words. “And my very special human friend at that, so try to ease up on yourself, alright?”

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous…” I looked down for just a second and saw that she was tapping her foot, which didn’t mean she was impatient, just annoyed and very, very much on the verge of berating at me and I knew why.

“I don’t know what’s with you these days, you seem to be regressing to the time I met you, anxious, tired, a bit out of place… You got shot by the entire resistance headquarters only to make a point and bring our races together and now that you will have to appear in public, you get all scared?” Her pupils were thin as they could get, mine subconsciously did the same and that damned tail tucked itself between my legs. She huffed. The lessons I took worked a little too well in this case I guess.

“I did have armour and a shield at that time.”

“And you’ve got another type of shield this time around, you just need to calm down and see it.” I cocked my eyebrows, she huffed again. “It’s me you idiot.” Another slap, playful again but with a hint of danger in there too. “I’ll be beside you all day and I’m pretty sure I can fix any issue you have.”

“Thanks.” I was more than lucky to have her around so, I did the one thing humans can do best and hugged her, making the four feet something tall lizard rise up in the air and squeezed. She complained the first time I did that, asked me to be careful the second and ordered me to spin on the spot to make the world go round the third, this time she just hugged me back and pressed her forehead on my chest. “Really.”

“I know. What would you do without me beside you?” In a moment of playfulness, with her legs dangling in the empty air, she licked my neck and buried her small snout in between the crevice of my shoulder, purring softly. I didn’t put her down and instead allowed her to rest in my arms, those purrs of hers driving me wild, more so than when Ranalia or Kia did the same. We spent so much time together I knew by heart what every little inflection in her tone meant after all, I could tell she was just as nervous as I was and needed some respite. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around: a rather pissed officer and a damn high ranking one was staring at me, no doubt angry at how I was treating his lady. “What it is?” Thankfully she interjected for me and made the male know she wasn’t keen on being interrupted when with me, as most knew by now by one reason or the other. The officer bowed.

“My lady, it is time to get Earthbound.”

“Already?” She looked at the time that was being displayed on the sleeve of her dress but that was in universal time, not local and most surely not Earth time. They still had some issue with how we measured time even after this much time. “I was sure we could have some more time alone.”

“I’m afraid the ceremony will be in twenty local-minutes, my lady.” The male bowed and didn’t look at her. With an evident displeased expression, Jama checked the time again and eventual messages on her sleeve as I put her down.

“Sounds like we need to go… my lady.” I still had to say that in front of them, else I’d get some very necessary angry stares from any male in hearing distance. “Shall we?” I put my hand forward and bowed as to protocol, she didn’t fancy it too much but that was how we should have behaved and so she stuck to it as well. Her tail swayed gracefully behind her and I waited three seconds before following her, right after the guards and officers moved to protect her. From what, no clue. Maybe dust and boredom.

Jama’s ship, was as green as her, mark that she owned it and bore the mark of her family, a couple of squiggly lines on the sides that meant little unless one bothered to learn their language, which was something still rare. I hoped or thought that after the so called ‘resistance’ fell, some would take up courage and come to ask for lessons, according to the fliers and the now frequent ads on the internet. No matter how much I looked at it, it was just funny to see fully armoured officers and soldiers in an ad on whatever social media, asking if you wanted to join some branch of the space patrols or even learn language and culture. Just funny but it was only a matter of time until I’d have to teach some clueless rich sonofabitch some Kaiel manners and language. Only a matter of time, despite what the leader of the so called resistance had imagined for our future: he thought that by making skirmishes, harassing a convoy here and there, he could convince the ‘invaders’ that this was our planet, that we didn’t want them here. Too bad he never did ask the general population about their thoughts or even took in consideration that, just by being a little prick in the side of a ten thousand year old behemoth that spanned hundreds of planets, he’d end up in a lunar jail for the rest of his life. And he was lucky it wasn’t a jail on a Jovian moon, at least he could watch the earth from time to time.

Right outside the ship, there was a small congregation of Kaiel of various social standing, from captains of the other ships of the fleet to the few lords that had decided to come and of course, the revered Jama. I was gently but not so nicely pushed aside by the guards while she got to the briefing for the day and the tour of the human lands. Luckily, I had someone to help me pass these few minutes and that someone was Markus. The young man held true to his desire and despite the rowdy first day we had and the rowdier night following that day, he made for an excellent butler and attendant, in more ways than one but that was beside the point. I had not taken him with me just to bust a nut, he was there to learn and become better, which he was doing, most of the time with great enthusiasm. I taught him the language as much as I could, etiquette, history and pretty much everything I knew myself, only to see him apply for the first preliminary exploration of the entire solar system. He had come back from the expedition for the ceremony like all the other Kaiel on mission wearing a bit fat smile and a proud expression like no other.

“Sir.” He bowed, a tad too formal a greeting but a nice one nonetheless. I hugged him as soon as he straightened his back.

“Markus, how are you doing? Nervous?” The young man looked at me and I could see my fake eyes , the lenses slitted as always, reflecting into his pure ones, it was weird for me to see myself as ‘alien’ in the eyes of someone else, literally in this case. Damn the zooming function of the lenses. No, stop being an idiot. “I hope not.”

“I am, a little, if I have to be honest. I don’t have experience in appearing on worldwide streaming channels.” Neither did I but that was life. “I landed half an hour ago after we hurried back from Jupiter’s orbit and got changed in this weird suit, it feels weird.” He shrugged. “I prefer the one I wear normally.” I knew the item he referred to: the symbol of what would one day become the Human Exploration Corps, a light orange exo-suit with all the tools and systems one needed for space travelling aboard a ship. Ranalia had told me he’d be the captain as soon as it would be formed and lead the first team once the ship was built on the orbital station a few hundred miles on top of us. She was going to tell him later, after the ceremony and I could already picture his expression.

“I’m just glad you’re back, you’ve been away for a long while and I missed you.”

“Same.”

I patted his back and led him inside: it was time to leave, as a guard so kindly made me notice. My seat wasn’t close to Jama’s in any way but it could have been worse. In seconds, the ship shook ever so slightly and lifted off, hangar depressurized and open for the driver to fly through. We left the gravity of the ship and hopped into the void of space, headed down, down, down towards the ground, several times the speed of sound thanks to the fusion engines, the ablative plates taking the brunt of the atmosphere for us. If for a human rocket it took months to build, millions to buy materials and assemble parts, fuel and whatnot for just the one way trip to space, a Kaielan ship needed a few kilos of ice and other common materials to make several round trips from surface to the moon and only thirty minutes tops to cross the space between the two bodies. We’d get that technology sooner or later, but that was something to decide based on our achievements throughout the trial months of the new planet management. There was a sonic boom that barely rattled the ship as we entered the airspace and moved in a new line, aiming exactly for the landing pads that were there just for us to land. Through the cameras on the sides I saw that dust was being raised around the retractable legs that now held the ship up. It did occur to me now, not for the first time, that not one human knew what a Kaiel looked like underneath the armour. That would make it only better for us when we’d see the utterly shocked faces of every single person on the planet in the moment their eyes saw the true faces of their new galactic neighbours.

The doors slid open and the wonderful smell of pollution of a human city wafted inside. Lovely. Just before going out we checked on our appearances and clothing, finding no real issues there, none that we, or the five officers tasked with making sure not even a speck of dust ruined Ranalia’s and her sisters’ outfits, could see. Jama took a deep breath and stepped outside, bare paws onto the metal of the pad and I was soon behind. Flashes, thousands of them, all converged on us and made looking around rather annoying. My lenses filtered them in instants and the Kaiel with no helmet resorted to thinning their pupils for the moment while the poor Markus just covered his face with a hand. We were in the eyes of the entire world now, even more so than before. A fully armoured soldier and his ten friends came to us and escorted our group next to the podium where the ceremony was to be held and then the first words of the commander of the fleet.

At the centre of the main square in the capital there was a large cordon of soldiers, be it human or Kaiel and inside that there were hundreds of famous politician from across the globe, dozens upon dozens of countries. If one wanted to go a bit over the top, you could say the entire planet could be represented by these people and if that wasn’t the case, it was the great majority at the very least. On the podium itself there was a small stand with a host of microphones, both Kaiel sized and behind said stand, under the eyes of billions, there was the rest of the commanding elite of our lovely overlords. There wasn’t anyone among us that wasn’t beyond nervous and scared, Markus was shivering and attempting to think of anything else that might help, Kia and Jama held each other’s arms and walked together towards the extra fancy seats prepared for them fifteen feet away from the podium. The worst thing was that I almost got paralyzed by the shock of being under so many people’s eyes, the pressure of an entire planet’s attention weighting on little old me worse than being hit by a truck five times over. I was made sit away from Jama, off to the side but closer to the stand and its billion microphones that were hurriedly replaced by a single item that a Kaiel official produced from a small box. Some minutes passed where nothing happened and confusion started bubbling among the public until the same official that had fixed the mess of cables signalled me to start the entire thing. My heart sank as I walked over to the centre of the world’s focus, alone, scared and nervous.

“Hello and welcome.” How did my not break up and stutter is a mystery worse than how I managed not to vomit from the sheer terror I was experiencing. The world seemed to slow down to a crawl and become quiet at last. “I am James Kurtz, official translator for the Kaiel and ambassador for both of our species.” I wasn’t famous, but I’d be in… a few seconds ago I guess. “Today is an important day for everyone, a day to be remembered in a different way than the first encounter between humanity and Kaiel a little over a year ago, a new day to start again. It’s a new opportunity to fix the mistakes done on contact day and a new opportunity to forge the relationships that should have been made months ago all over again.” It took me weeks to make this speech, almost two months, please let it not suck completely… “But before we start this new era, in accordance to Kaiel tradition and in respect for all of us, before hearing the commander of the fleet’s speech, we shall now all pay homage to those who gave their lives in the name of exploration. For the thousands of beings that braved the vastness of space in the thousands of years that it took from the first ship to sail out of the Kaiel home world to the time they stumbled upon ours, let us say thanks to all those that will give their time and efforts from this day on, for knowledge and discovery, until a new species is found and taken in the greater Kaiel empire. A minute of silence or a prayer if you please.”

I heard it was a hard time for the believers of the main religions and all the others, to learn that the invaders had no concept of a divinity and most surely not theirs, especially one that in all of their smugness had declared that any alien would surely have the same holy book, as god wasn’t one to make mistakes or be in the wrong. Too bad for them, the Kaiel didn’t have much in the way of connection to certain human ideas, revering the Holy Mother and the Holy Father that sat on the throne on Llean, the home system of the race. There were gods sure, but they were far less… human-like or human-centred than some wanted to. The humans all fumbled to look down and pretend to pray or something while the Kaiel, Markus and I were already kneeling towards the symbol of their civilization, the great First Mother, holding the star of their system in her small scaly hands. After the one minute, Ranalia had me get out of the way, stepped forward and turned on her translator.

“I’d like to thank all those who are watching, this is a first for both species and a first for me of course. In the ten thousand years of space travel, we have met three other sentient species, all in various stages of development but all already outside the sphere of their home world, thus, humans are the species most behind in terms of technology. We came about you by chance, as a mere mineral probe caught one of your transmissions around Alpha Centauri decades ago. The galaxy is big, our empire merely possesses a few hundred stars among the billions that there are, and luck brought us together but it won’t be luck anymore that control our fates, we are now one community, whether we want it or not.” That was surely a silent moniker to those still opposed to their rule. “We will forge our path and carve it into a million suns if needs be. Our species will help yours to reach the galactic standard and take your place among the stars but we won’t interfere or order you around, we’re neighbours, though thousands of light years away, friends, though we don’t know the other well, future partners in trade, if you will accept our gifts. Who knows, one day, you will stand with your own spaceships at the edge of our galactic maps and jump into the unknown but be warned, our benevolence is earned, not merely handed.” She could really have saved herself that bit. “There is, as I said, a standard you will need to reach before we can give you the tech to reach the planets of your solar system at an acceptable speed, and that will be the minimum before you will be fully accepted into the empire.” She stood proud as she said so and turned around, giving me a smirk as it saying ‘I killed it out there’. She might have, but not in the best way, maybe…

The scenery of flashes and cameras was silent for a few long, exasperating moments but soon it came back far more intense, noises from the clicks and commotion of the audience almost going over each other and balancing out. It was chaos and Ranalia didn’t seem to care about it that much. Now that the world had seen what they looked like, how they thought and the leader herself, though they probably thought she was a he, had spoken about the future of the world and the billions of souls that lived in it. There were billions more waiting, more advanced races as she told them, races that were already on multiple planets and she’d give us the chance to be like them, provided we cooperated nicely enough. Jama gave her own little speech about language barriers and culture, announcing the Foundation For Learning, which would be fully operational as soon as the basic infrastructure was in place and volunteers applied for the job. After that was done, there would be a few years of basic training and then those volunteers would be enlisted as teachers and instructors to spread the knowledge in the most remote and illiterate corners. The entire planet would reach the galactic standard or else we’d be left behind in the dust until we did, the Kaiel weren’t fond of only having half the population of one of their worlds able to communicate and operate their machines, so it was required rather than recommended or merely encouraged. She even said I’d be the Vice-Headmaster of the Foundation, which caused some uproars since aside from my little apparition a few minutes ago, I was essentially a no one. As per the schedule, it was my turn again to speak but with the mess she had left me with, I didn’t know if my second speech was going to be enough.

New plan: fuck the script, go wild.

“Please calm down…” They didn’t for a couple more seconds. “I can see everyone is very excited and eager, scared and hopeful at the same time, but I can assure you that cooperation is not only possible but far easier than you think. Look at m: I was captured by them in the early days of their arrival, put in a jail cell and now, through my effort and the support of lady Ranalia, and my tutor Jama, I am now well acquainted with both and free. I live on their capital ship, I wake up and look at the planet from space, I live in space! Last week I stepped on Mars’ surface and strolled around in my personal suit! This is a new age of progress, if you put in some effort, nothing is outside your reach. The new world needs everyone: engineers to build the spaceships, botanists to help their own to catalogue our biomes, develop new crops, doctors to study the human body and create vaccines, cures for all diseases, prosthetic limbs.” I turned around and showed the whole world my tail, no doubt making more than just a few million people envious of me. “This is merely the tip, this is just the beginning. In a few hours there will be a private meeting with the leaders of every major country that will decide the finer details of the new direction of the world. That will be all.”

Chaos ensued once more when hundreds of thousands of flashes and the roar of the crowd and no doubt the entire world caused a scene not unlike the descent of a god, maybe even a little bit more. In my little show I had given every human with genetic diseases, prosthetic limbs and anyone who didn’t know what to do with their lives more than hope, I had literally swung my ass in front of them and showed that I had something extra to me and that, provided there was effort, they could get that too. I went backstage and slumped on the nearest chair, panting. The entire thing must have taken less than ten minutes, with me going there twice, it had been short but packed beyond anything I had ever gone through. I felt all the stress leave my body as soon as I sat down backstage, allowing me to rest and only then, I noticed I was sweating heavily. I didn’t notice before but I smelled bad, and when I smelled bad, there was only one reason for it: the patches were completely used up, soaked in nervous sweat. Normally it wouldn’t be so bad but right now, in the open of the backstage, with the entire world behind a relatively thin layer of metal, it wasn’t good at all. The couple of males around me sniffed the air and noticed that too, looking away as to not make eye contact and shuffled in their armours with embarrassment and a little bit behind them there were three very eager ladies making their way over to me, free of their boring and plain ceremonial suits.

All three didn’t even speak to me nor to their guards, they all just crashed into me and smiled, tails wagging happily behind them and sniffing the air with curiosity and that little bit of eagerness that came with it. I sat back down and let them hop on my legs, Ranalia too, strapping herself right on my crotch, where she really shouldn’t have sat. Thankfully there was at least one suit in between us. Under the eyes of the officers and the guards, who stared in either awe or envy, I gave each of my lovely ladies a kiss on the snout, making them giggle to the point that all three kissed me back at the same time. Each one was hot, flushed, I could feel their temperature spike already with every moment that passed and I could see that even the guards were removing their masks, some of them, tongues out, lolling, and sniffing the air like it was perfume straight from heaven. I grabbed the three and pulled them closer, feeling the scales on my clothes and their shivering limbs flail around me.

“How eager… sounds like you want me to undress right here.” I smiled and so did they, Kia blushing a little bit more than her sisters. Jama hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder, licking what little of my skin was showing and shivering on my leg, and already I could feel signs of her heat coming from her.

“Now, this is my James, not that nervous mess I talked to before.” She poked me in the chest a few times, as if pretending to rip the suit. “You’re my big human and I hated seeing you like that.” Jama huffed happily, giggling after a particularly strong breath. God, she was drop dead gorgeous when I saw her all flustered and horny like this.

“He’s our human, Jama.” Kia chimed in and hissed. By now protocol had been eaten and spat out a few hundred times, they didn’t care, nor did the guards. In fact, they inched ever so closer to us, mouths open and no doubt with their own little erections under those airtight suits. Someone would have to clean a lot of seed from the internal padding if I went any further than this. “You need to share him.”

“Then get someone else.” Jama hissed back and stared at her. Kia wasn’t pleased to say the least and I had to force them to be quiet with another kiss and a couple of gropes on the bases of their tails, making each squirm and giggle some more. This was what had become of me and I was loving it. “Hmmm, sorry dear.”

“You’re very much forgiven.” A kiss on the bridge of her snout made sure to quench every last bit of sadness that she had, it made her look bad. A little lizard like her looked the best when smiling and strapped on my lap, like a good girl.

“What about the patches James? Shouldn’t you get a replacement?” Ranalia, despite her trying to bury her snout under my clothes and sniff at my skin directly, managed to ask the question of the century. I leaned back and let the three of them cuddle on me. “Unless you want to go around smelling this wonderful. You know what we think by now, what we all think…” Her coy smile brought me ever so closer to heaven itself and the sheer heat her body was giving off, coupled with the pleasant weight of their forms and the visible stains of arousal around their puffed crotches helped in making this all the more pleasant. A guard, merely two metres away, moaned and rubbed his thighs together, eyes crossed in the throes of climax as he went well beyond the limit his body could handle, staining his suit with wads of seed. How naughty of him…

“I think I will get myself a shower right now and then see if I have brought one for emergencies.” Three very loud pouts echoed around me and the licks on my face and neck multiplied. This is why I loved being a hormonal mess: even the most hardened of males would harden for me, given a couple of minutes, this was how Jama liked to put it. I didn’t mind how she made me appear like a walking hormone dispenser even if it came with many problems. “Sorry girls, maybe another time.” More pouts erupted and all three clung to me harder than before but given my effect on them, most of their arms were like jelly or putty. “I didn’t say that I wouldn’t allow you to help me clean though.” And there they were, back again with their happiest of smiles, tail wagging madly behind them, flinging thick strands of arousal all over the place.

I got around to ask for a bathroom in the vicinity, one that had a big shower and was private enough for me to change and not cause mayhem in case someone came and smelled me before I got my bath. Luckily there was one in the building next to us, which, coincidentally, was also the state building where the senate met for decisions and signings laws and orders from above thus making the bathroom damn huge. Apparently it was a private one but I had been so graciously granted one by the senators themselves. The guards didn’t hesitate and scanned the whole place for microphones and cameras, finding one of each in a corner where they could make a whole lot of messes. Room secured, they left me but not without making me give them a whiff of me, a present for being such good boys. One in particular licked my hand several times, eyes glossy. Damn, I really loved this. I undressed and tossed the suit on the floor, staring at myself in the full body mirror for just a minute: after my arrival on the ship and after meeting Ranalia mainly, I had gotten all the good food and all the best stuff they had to offer, including the gym, which didn’t really work for me until they put some proper human tools in there and after that I had started to work out. Despite all of my work, 90% of my current look, from the slender build to the strong muscles and the lack of fat, was due to the hormones in my body, not as much from actual workouts, sadly. I didn’t complain, as the changes brought more than three inches down below and made me look hung even when soft, not to mention my balls but that was beside the point. However, ten inches is ten inches and that was something few had the chance to see. I leaned in to open the shower faucet when the door opened and I heard the familiar sounds of claws on tile: Jama and Kia were staring at me with clear hunger in their eyes. Seeing two and not three ladies was not what I was expecting, not after they had all gotten so riled up they could barely get on their feet without wobbling greatly.

“Ranalia is not coming?”

“Nope, she’s got stuff to do and by stuff I mean that you sent her in a deep, deep heat and now she’s about to be screwed by the most virile of our males for the next five hours, coming over and over until she is egg heavy.” The utterly lusty look on Kia’s muzzle told me she had the same plans for her own free time later on but that her immediate concern was to get herself in an even deeper state of desire.

“But for now, forget about that silly female, now it’s about you, James.” Jama purred, practically rubbing her entire body on my legs, stroking my skin with her scales, letting her hands roam on it, lapping at my sweat and most of all, cupping my balls so that she could feel the contents hidden within. With their species having all of the equipment internal, the three females had more than grown a fetish for any dangly bit I had, and never let me down in the care they showed for them. It had to be said that the males were also quite fond of my anatomy as well, it made for wildly more fun exploration of ‘alien anatomy’.

“What about me?”

“You get a tongue bath, a thorough one.” Jama chimed in and both hurried to get to me, tongues slipping from their muzzles and tail raised high as the good girls they were. “One very much due to our handsome human.”

Jama was the first one to start, pressing her snout under my armpit and sniffing the scent of sweat, licking the beads collected there during the speeches I made, the entirety of her body shivering in bliss already. Kia was the same, though her tongue lapped at my torso with long, long licks that dragged the wet organ all over my pecs and abs, going down and down until she was snout deep under my sack. We had started with her in a higher position than mine and to be honest, we still were, but I just needed to be myself and she’d drop everything and lick my whole body as if I was a lollipop. Kia started lapping at every crevice of my crotch, not leaving an inch dry and definitely far messier than before. I sat down and spread my legs so that she could have better access and at the same time Jama moved and climbed on top of me and then, she bent down, head lapping at my shaft and vent right in my face. She was flushed, swollen and dripping wet just as Kia was and her scent was near intoxicating even after feeling it dozens of times so close to me. I grabbed her cheeks to support her and pressed her vent to my tongue, lapping at her folds with the same care and lust that they reserved for my cock. I felt the two tongues wrestle for dominance over the ten plus inches of meat between my legs and it drove me wild, every pore of my body secreting more of the sweat that sent them in that same heaven as my tail moved on its own, coiling with Kia’s own. It was a deeply personal and intimate act, more so than mating itself in some cases, a show of affection. Their hands were so minuscule compared to the massive cock I had, barely able to wrap around it even when I was still a tad smaller, now outright impossible, on the other hand, their tongues were far, far, far more long and amazing. Scales and wet muscles slid over my flesh over and over, making me grunt and resist the urges swelling up in my chest, focusing more on plunging my tongue as deep as I could inside that hot vent, tasting her, making her squirm over and over on top of me until I was dripping with her fluids.

I did care for them, even if they were with me just for my body sometimes. In the air I felt the scent of pure sex and heard the faint splash of Kia’s orgasm as her muzzle and tongue twitched under my sack and lapped at my ass and breathed in more musk. Jama wasn’t far behind and her vent spasmed in pleasure, wet droplets of arousal pooling under her and onto my face yet again. As I felt myself approach my climax I stopped licking Jama’s vent and turned her around, coaxing a grunt of unhappiness from her and a small giggle from the other, but just for a moment. I kissed the green scaled beauty on top of me, sharing her taste with her as she did with mine and lowered her, angling my cock with my tail and sliding in that passage with the ease only a thorough prepping and way too much of her natural lube could afford me. She squealed as a tongue slithered between us to lap at the few inches of flesh still free from her tight vent.

“Thanks for the treat, James…” She opened her eyes and I could see the sheer bliss in her pupils, the way they were wide and locked onto me telling the same story every twitch of her muscles did.

“Thanks for the bath… You too Kia.” From below she muttered something and resumed licking, teasing the stretched folds of her sister in search of more of me to lick and shove her snout against, resorting to desperate and frantic huffing. “Damn you two are so hot.” Jama giggled and licked my neck again. I was being literal: their temperature was fairly high and she burned around my shaft like an oven, heating my very core with her lust. Being a mother she squeezed my cock with the same motions she used to lay and it made it so very hard not to come right then and there, especially with Kia slathering me in saliva and collecting her sister’s lust at the same time.

“So are you. My hot, hot human who’s so nice to me…” Jama pressed me into a deep kiss and wiggled her hips. “I suggest you start moving…”

Her breath was cut short by my first thrust and her words were lost in a long hiss of pleasure and abandon, her arms melting in my embrace at the second. Her vent tried to grip me like a vice and keep me inside but the difference in strength and size helped me pull out and then push back in over and over again, Kia diving in to lick and coil her tongue around my shaft when it was freed of Jama’s snatch, cleaning it only to be made do it all over again a moment later. Jama moaned loudly and bit me on my neck and shoulders, playful bites that barely pricked my skin, her body now mine to play with.

Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and thrust one last time, burying all of me inside her far smaller entrance, stretching it to its limits and came inside. Everything was white for a few seconds as shot after shot of seed was poured inside her, the entirety of her being spasming in orgasm after orgasm, filled with my essence. She was perfect in every way, sometimes making me doubt that I’d ever like a human again. Seconds went by and when she was too full, I pulled out and let the next few shots hit the underside of her tail and tailhole with pearly white fluids while what I had pumped inside dripped out in large globs. Kia didn’t miss the chance I had given her and opened her mouth to swallow every wet inch of cock I had, reaching climax once more as seed hit her tongue and filled her mouth. Humans would have stopped coming a minute ago and yet there I was, shot after shot delivered first into a fertile snatch and then into a waiting mouth, both eager to take and take more still. Kia’s tongue coiled and squeezed, milking me even after I was nearly done, coaxing spurts when I shouldn’t have had any more to give. Jama collapsed in my arms and Kia wasn’t better off herself, limp, barely breathing, swallowing my seed when it was too much, her arousal dripping in thick splashes onto the bathroom tiles. Paradise wouldn’t even come close to this, I was sure of it.

At last, two minutes after the first shot, I sighed and slumped on the edge of the shower, tired and happy as Kia climbed on top of me as well and curled up in a big scaly ball of shivering pleasure, her vent just as soaked as her sister and both smelling of me, as I smelled of them. Any Kaiel would notice that and some, more than a few, knew what was going on, but they looked the other way as I had caused the birth of twenty eggs due to this ‘improper behaviour’.

“How about a real bath now?” Between the two of them I had already wasted, well, used twenty minutes of my time and smelled worse than before, though the two didn’t seem to have anything against that.

“Noooo, I want to smell like you for just a little bit moooore…” Kia pouted and held herself closer to me, Jama doing the same. “I like your smell…” I looked at the two childish females, mothers and leaders of their species in their own little ways, so cute in my arms. I grabbed both and delivered a few kisses on their snouts to appease them more than I already did.

“I need to go to the meeting soon, I’d love to stay more and go again, but I have work to do.” They huffed and turned their heads, offended. “Come on, I promise to do it again, after the meeting and tomorrow after I come back.”

“What?” Jama’s head snapped towards me and her eyes went wide. “You’re going into the city?”

“Well, yes, I mean, I haven’t been in human company, except Markus, for months now, I’d like some me time, you know? And… I’d like to go and see my parents.” Jama was silent after that, Kia seemingly lost in her thoughts and lapping at my neck and chest every now and then. “It’s been so long, they just saw me on tv with you, they must be worried and I didn’t call them before.” I had been a bad son for too long, I’d have to make up for this mistake of mine. “I’m going tomorrow as soon as I can.” I would have liked to do it today but when I called I just couldn’t bring myself to give a time that didn’t allow me some breathing room: after all the things that were bound to happen today, if I also had to deal with the stress of seeing my parents after months and months of separation, an alien invasion and me basically becoming a celebrity overnight, it was a tad too much for my heart to bear.

“Then I’m coming with you.” Now this was… unexpected, to say the least. I stared back at her and she did seem to be iron-clad in this sudden decision of hers: she wasn’t going to back down even if I got down on my knees and begged her. “I’m coming.”

“Why?”

“Cause you were so nervous just half an hour ago, I can’t imagine what will it be like a few hours from now or tomorrow in front of the door wherever your parents live, not that… not that I know well what it’s like to have parents.” Her eyes looked into mine and then lowered with her head, resting on my chest. Right, she knew her mother but her father might have been one of dozens that got to breed her that season and it wasn’t like she had Christmas or holidays with her, since she had the one job of making more eggs so that her race could live on despite the severe disadvantage they were born with. She knew her mother well, but her mother didn’t know her at all: she was just one of hundreds the broodmother had given birth in her lifetime. “I’d like to know.” It was a bit sad, more than a little to be honest.

“I can’t say no to you, can I? You little sexy devil.” Jama giggled and rubbed her entire body against

my skin for a few seconds, happy just for that little bit of praise. “But, I still need to get that shower.”

“How about one last round in the shower?” She looked up and smiled deviously, Kia just now raising her head from my chest, both tails wagging madly.

Less than a minute before we were all under the steaming water of the shower, the drops flowing on my skin and on their scales as the two of them crouched before me and sucked me off yet again as I scrubbed my upper body. This time around I couldn’t come inside and so I let myself go, spurting all over their muzzles and letting the water wash the seed away and into the drain at my feet, with a little disappointment on their end. Still, I made up by thoroughly scrubbing the everloving crap out of them.

Once the shower was over, I put on the one emergency patch I had and hoped for the best, wearing the new and fresh set of clothes that had been provided for me and then walked out of the bathroom, leaving two very happy females behind, still under the stream of water, chatting. The guards assigned to me led my somewhat tired and mint-fresh ass to a room on the third floor of the building, an exceedingly large conference room in the shape of those old roman theatres, teeming with rich and influential politician, one or two for each country that had been deemed worthy of being called here to partake into the new division of the world’s workforce and what else. I wasn’t there as speaker but as a good old translator, since the lord didn’t want a machine to do the work I had been taken in for and I was very grateful for it. The old male, slightly on the yellowish side, scale colour faded over the years of wear and tear and a lack of personal grooming, waved his tail towards me, urging me to get on stage and perform once again. The room went silent shortly after and I activated the speakers on my suit. A few eyes locked onto me as I fumbled with the high-tech though plain-looking suit and especially at the display on my sleeve, not to mention the hologram that lord Amaranth was using to browse the topics of the day. I was sure one day we’d all get to this point, but that day was still far for now, which made me special, well, more than I already was.

“Thanks for waiting, I hope it wasn’t too long. Now Lord Amaranth, commander of the third ship of her ladyship’s fleet, will begin explaining the next steps of Earth’s future efforts and I will translate for him. If there are any questions before we start, please raise a hand.” Please let it so that these people all know english well enough or that they also have their own translators, please. No hands raised, good. “You may begin your lordship.”

“It was damn time for you to get the hell off our ladies… pervert.” This… I wasn’t going to translate, never. He cleared his throat and I braced myself: Kaielan words flooded the whole room, softly on his side and mine, in english, louder through the speakers. “As of today, every country will begin an overhaul of the entire production apparatus, with the more advanced nations first, but we will put an emphasis on the development of the ones in the… African continent and South American continent, to bring them up to speed and standard of our empire. It will take a few years to do this but we have all the time we need.” Already I could see the century old countries falter at the thought that some poor third-world nation would get a speedy course to get on par with them and make them lose their precious track record of being the best. Surely they’d have some method to fix this. “At the same time a good portion of the world’s population will engage in cleaning operations.” A hand was raised from the very leader of my nation: the guy was in his early thirties, a record in the history of our country but he had been proving himself a decent politician, less corrupt than the rest of the senate if anything. He was a little older than me, somewhere around… five ten, I guess, decent looks and expensive clothes of course.

“What kind of cleaning?” Amaranth made me read from the hologram on his sleeve: it was quite the big operation for the ‘primitive earth’, and there were many more in line, a few of which were indeed interesting and fun.

“Environmental cleaning, sir, I believe they are going to make every person not actively engaged in a job like refitting nuclear missile silos into launch pads for the first generation of space shuttles or build the orbital station, start picking up trash and removing the millions of tonnes of plastic and garbage from the seas.”

“And how do they plan to do that? Are they going to help?” I had to resist rolling my eyes.

“No, sir, as he put it ‘the humans made the plastic, the humans pick it up’. They will however provide the plants to convert the waste into something useful, but we’ll have to build those ourselves.” The man’s face wasn’t pretty, not that it had been before hearing this wonderful news.

“What guarantee do we have that we will receive these plants and blueprints?”

“As lady Ranalia made clear, if we do our job, they’ll give us what we need to get closer to their idea of an advanced civilization.”

“Why would we want that?” A lady on the other side of the room stood up and, hands on the wooden table, spoke in her microphone. I conversed with Amaranth but he just dismissed the whole thing and told me to say whatever. “Why would we look to them and want to be them? Are they any better than us?”

“Miss… I don’t know how to tell you this… They are a race that has travelled about twenty thousand light years to get to us, they have thousands of years of advanced technology on us, they already met other sentient species before Egypt was even a thing and I’d say that relying on them until we can do something on our own, it’s a safe bet. At the very least we will get what we need.” I guess she had her answer and sat down, but another man got up behind her.

“How will we choose who goes picking up trash?” If I wasn’t wrong that guy was a politician I saw on tv, from one of the countries in the Middle East, white clothing to boost the image he had already around his tanned skin and accent. Some didn’t bother not to look like a stereotype apparently.

“Lottery… look at the homeless and have them do it… go yourself if you have free time.” That was I had to translate. The man also didn’t look all that hot after this. “Anyone else?” No one, thank god.

“And why should we even clean up?” There we go… The first man spoke again, smug grin plastered on his face. Amaranth thought for a moment and then spat out a string of words that made me shiver and would make translation a huge sloppy mess but that was my job.

“Your lordship, are you entirely sure you want me to relay all of that?”

“Of course, as best as you can. They need to learn how someone else sees their world, they can’t just ignore the fact that they are wasting it just to make their lives even more pampered than they already are.” Touché.

“Ehm, the expression he used is quite hard to translate but the essence of it is ‘I looked at your seas and land and I found them so disgustingly repulsive because of your complete lack of care for the one planet you have that if I shat on the ground where you dump your trash, my excrement would gain sentience, develop interstellar travel and escape the wretched hole that is your world.” Now, this was a way to shut them the fuck up. “I’ll explain why: their planet, their home world, is unfortunately not as nice as ours. The entirety of the liveable ecosystem for most of their history had been relegated to half of the land, as the swamps to the north and the extreme weather of the south made impossible to live there until their technology was advanced enough. We got lucky to be so adaptable, really lucky, but… at the same time, we take this world for granted. Look at us: a hundred years ago we were spraying the most toxic shit in the air, and now it’s not even that much better than those days. The trash, we dump like it’s nothing, all the forests, mostly gone, the animals we killed… we’re not such a good species, are we?” Keep going and bash them hard. Amaranth seemed to understand what I was saying and nodded, satisfied I was giving them a piece of my mind. “They have hundreds of planets and still they treat everyone just as well as their main core world, while we are fucking the only one we have just for pleasure and laziness and your greed. Now, I don’t want to go about the radioactive waste in the sea, the mountains of garbage and the people living in them, the polluted water and oil spills, but you will, since it’s your job to fix the mess that is Earth. And, on a more personal note, I wouldn’t have my guests come inside my house only to see the garden completely submerged in trash. Lastly, and I swear I’m going to stop, I know that there is one species of aquatic lifeforms that has recently joined the Kaiel empire, as in, a couple thousand years ago, and having them come and see that our oceans’ animals live in squalor and die choking on plastic bags, that wouldn’t be a good way to start.” Silence, sweet, sweet silence. “Shall we continue?” God, did that feel good…

The briefing went on for a couple more hours, a couple of long, desperately slow and agonizingly frustrating hours at that: every single one of these politician had something to complain about, be it a new policy, an order to monitor wildlife, get the literacy level up or combat religious extremism in one way or another, hunt poachers and remove any sort of black market goods. It was clear that many of these people got a fair share of bribe money from those illegal actions and would try to defend them but they were going to have to drop them or the Kaiel would take charge of the clean-up operations themselves, which was far worse. This way they got to keep at least some of their illegal profits and their face at the same time. After all it was all a sort of farce, Amaranth and I both knew that very well, with him being a politician himself: the Kaiel weren’t void of bribery and smuggling themselves, nor were the other races. It was one of the many things that somehow were common for other species of the galaxy, this urge to steal and skip paying for stuff. There were even some species that were born for smuggling as well: the Miriana were essentially the perfect anti-cop radar, psychic and powerful enough to sense a patrol before said patrol could find them. It was pretty obvious that as soon as humans and those semi-blind rats got together, a new era for black markets was going to dawn on the galaxy.

All in all, the briefing was not that bad and we got across all points, more or less, just by voice for now, soon the leaders would actually have to get off their asses and start moving and shitting out those laws fast. With the goal of: who gets most done the fastest will obtain technology first, they all were bound to work hard and this time there would be no shortcuts. Each country that participated would have the same workload, tailored for their needs by algorithms and planners, with the help of some human volunteers for sure, even the Kaiel weren’t that clever as to figure us out already. Still, it was something. No shortcuts were allowed which meant that anyone caught cheating or tweaking a number here and there would end up in a far worse spot than they could imagine.

The large group of people waited for some time after Amaranth got up and packed, headed for his ship and to his bed up in the stars, not before complaining how human beds weren’t decent enough for him, too big and whatnot. I, well, I had quite a lot of stuff to do and prepare for, but a coffee first wouldn’t hurt one bit, right? No, I deserved that and something more too… Thankfully there was a lounge in the building, or rather, in the one next to it, a quiet place with lots of trees and a chilly air, all topped by over-the-top decorations around me. It reminded me of those ancient temples in Europe, the Greek ones, since they did look almost the same, if memory served me right. But the coffee was the most amazing part, prefect beyond anything I could imagine, once again showing me just how much these guys spent on themselves and not on us, The People… Funny, it’s always funny that those we elect think our money are theirs just because they are on top… I hoped the Kaiel would show them what’s what soon enough, but not now, no, my fun was already over: my daring president and head of the state, marched with a complacent expression towards me and sat with all of his ten thousand dollars’ worth of clothing in taxpayer money. Before even speaking to me he ordered his own coffee, with a drop or two of alcohol too… What a way to ruin a perfectly good coffee.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Kurtz.” I’d have loved for it to be the same, but it wasn’t.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr President, who would have though the man himself would come to me one day… And what might be the reason for this ‘private meeting’?” I knew he had cordoned off the entire area just to make us be alone. I did have my ideas but he’d be the one confirming them. The president smiled and leaned back, coffee cup in hand and thinking how to put his incoming proposal.

“I was very curious and wanted to meet a man that has accomplished a feat unlike any other in the entire history of the world: meeting an alien race face to face and befriending them to the point they made you, the ambassador for their race among us.”

“Technically I am a mediator for both races, since I haven’t seen many of us trying to get close to the Kaiel, unless it was to shoot them with guns.” The days of the rebellion, not too long ago and yet so far behind us at this point… It’s incredible when I think back to the first day out of the prison, so weird… The man didn’t really say much more after that. “Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

“Let’s say I admire how much a man that is from our glorious nation has achieved by himself and I such a… different environment. It must have been hard, living on a, no, in a prison, was it?” I nodded, slowly. “And where might this prison be?”

“It’s the prison of the capital ship of the fleet, currently in orbit.” I pointed straight up and then checked on my sleeve for its position. “It should be right behind the moon right now, going for a small trip to the surface and delivering materials mined from the asteroid belt if I remember correctly.” I let the man sort through the information I had given him as I drank from my cup and ordered one more already. It took a few minutes for him to do that and a few more to formulate the ‘plans’ that would come next.

“I see, then, have you been living among them for how long? A few months now right? Then you must be familiar with their culture, their lifestyle.”

“It’s my damn job, mister president, if you’ll allow me the poor choice of words. I need to know them just as well as ourselves if I want to translate properly after all.”

“What about their technology?” There it was: I was actually more rooting for ‘what are their weaknesses?’ or something on that line but this was good enough for me. I pointed at the screen that was a little crumbled on my sleeve after I had rolled it up and at the tail behind me, then, just for fun I closed my eyes and opened them, activating the lenses just before that. The hope was to scare him a bit, show him that whatever he wanted was far too high and out of his reach but I guess greed went farther than fear… “Incredible.”

“It is, but that should be a given, as they are a space-faring, several-millennia-old civilization, unlike us, who have barely gotten out of the planet.” I wasn’t trying to diminish our value but rather remind him who was on top in this situation. Please don’t say thing stupid… please…

“Would you be willing to sell some of it to us? Or lend us a few things so that we might study them?” There we go. Why do I even bother trying to be nice to these people? It’s the rebellion all over again somehow…

“Nope.” He frowned. “You’ll get the blueprints and the tech just as the others if you put in the effort needed to obtain said tech.” More frowns. “What? Were you perhaps thinking that you could just get a hands on demonstration or ‘gifts’ just like that?”

“We can pay you, as much as you want.” He eyed a man that pulled out a phone and typed in a long, long series of numbers and showed them to me: nine zeroes appeared in front of my eyes, numbers that few people would ever see attached to a bank account. Too bad it was too little for me.

“And would a couple billion dollars be enough to make me risk my position with the Kaiel? Maybe even a dozen billion? Not at all, sir: they offer me things that money cannot buy, not just yet, and I have first dibs on anything they do and produce up in space, I test tools with them, tailor them to the human market. Anything I do is worth more than that and… aside from money, what else can you give me? Buildings? Land? Girls? Guys? Maybe a few cars and a handshake with some famous actor?” I admit I was getting a little bit heated here so I leaned back and calmed down. “I can just ask a random pilot on that ship and I can get to Mars if I so desire, I can walk on the surface of the moon for breakfast. I could just as easily get in contact with any celebrity or famous actor or whoever I want in the entire world and casually propose to have a chat or a meal in space or on a different planet and they’d be lining up with tickets, fight for the honour of being with me.” Ops, there I was, a bit angry again, pupils slitted in anger. Calm down, he’s not worth the hassle nor your time James, calm down. “I don’t know what you think you can get out of me.”

“Shall I remind you that you are a citizen of my nation?”

“Shall I remind you that last time I checked, your term was limited? That you can’t be in power forever and that this is not your nation but mine and you are but an elected member of the government and not a dictator.” Insert sassy girl snapping fingers please.

“Are you human or not? Do you really think that you can mingle with those aliens and be friends? You are one of us, not one of them, even if you put on lenses or stick that stuff to your ass.” Well, nice to see that the president has come out for what he really is… Since he can’t make me talk with money and that what little he owns is worthless compared to what the Kaiel can offer, he went for the ‘human’ card. Too bad I was having doubts about that, ops… He stared at me angrily. “You have a duty to uphold just as I do: make the human race prosper.”

“And that I shall do, just that. Using cooperation and civil discourse, not bribes and surely not with threats.”

“What threats? These guys?” He motioned at the ten guards around us, each with a finger not-so-subtly put on a gun hidden under their jackets. “They’re just precaution, I’m the President after all.”

“Well, I remember a situation much like this one, where I was talking with a certain leader of some Resistance, maybe you know him.” The man froze: I doubted the highest authority in the land didn’t know about the only group that had managed to hold onto the Kaiel for more than a couple of weeks, right in the land he was in charge of. Surely he knew of what happened. “I was gently talking to him, trying to work out our differences but he so stubbornly refused and shot me! Can you imagine that?” I pretended to gasp and be afraid, the shield hidden under my clothes ready to be activated with a thought. “Then he ordered twenty men to shoot me dead for not agreeing with him. Alas, I had to call in an orbital commando drop and had them deported to a ship converted to a moon jail for dissidents. The old leader of the rebellion is still there, sleeping in an empty cell until he cools off.” Now the guards froze too. “See, I am not just a translator, I’m the only translator you have, since I know that the Kaiel have made sure to not say a word that you could understand I front of you. Well, you do have the recordings of today but even if you do manage to figure out something, good luck in breaching their encryption. By the way, I’m recording this too.” I held up my sleeve and displayed a screen with a ticking clock, the audio and video file almost ten minutes long, full of threats to my person and promises of breaching the peace treaty set by the Kaiel. “I’m not dumb, nor prideful, nor greedy, I’m just some guy that got all the right chances to see the stars and fuck me I’ll see them. I am a friend of the same female that has ordered an entire fleet to down our communications worldwide with a flick of a finger, one that has a team of hackers that has quite literally cracked the entire internet in mere weeks and made every nuclear warhead on the globe, useless.” They wanted a show of power? I’d give them one. “I don’t have a fucking clue as to what you want from me, but I suggest you ask politely and work hard, because I might just consider making friends with some other country just to spite your sorry ass, Mr president…” Not one person moved, at all, be it guard or the man himself, they were frozen, fearing that what he had done had just now damned the entire country. It would have, if he had made me a little more mad, but I was just on the verge of pissed for the moment. “That is what I would do if I were a petty asshole and since I am not, but rather a gentle and decent human being…” Weird thing for me to say. “… I’ll let this one slide.” The look of relief on his face didn’t last for long as a call came through on my suit. “Yes?” From the other side a male was staring at me.

“Sir, the ship is ready, we can leave at your or our lady’s word.” So she had already told everyone… Attached to the call there was the position of the ship, which, casually, was right outside the building, smack in the middle of the street. As I talked those in the room with me looked increasingly worried and since I wasn’t speaking in english it made the illusion of danger all the more realistic for them.

“Thank you for telling me, I was just about to get out of this wretched place. Please warn Lady Jama that we will leave in two minutes.” I ended the call and stared at them. “I wasn’t calling an orbital drop: I’m leaving and I hope the next time we meet there won’t be any more… animosity or silly requests, mister President. I’ll pretend this didn’t happen as long as you understand that, you may have the power here, but I have it up there and we all know who’s friends with our scaly overlords now…” if they knew just how ‘friendly’ I was, they might have had a stroke.

The guards didn’t stop me when I moved in the room and then opened the door, each just as worried of what I’d do if they somehow got in my way, it was better this way. My dear president had gotten the lesson he needed, hopefully. My ship, well, the one assigned to me by Ranalia, was waiting for me in the space in front of the building, with a good five soldiers in armour and a few dozen citizens looking at it and now at me as I walked out of the front door. The males bowed ever so slightly and made way for me to enter, inside Jama was waiting for me together with a couple of private guards to bolster the already overpowered setup we had. She smiled and wagged her tail just a bit when I sat down near her and then leaned on me for support.

I was tired, hungry, angry and pissed, she saw that and made her damned best to cheer me up: licks on my neck and chin, rubbing her snout on my chest, purring madly, all the little quirks of her species that made me think just how amazing they were and how much she cared for me, going far beyond their rigid codes to let me know that. Minutes went by and she never ceased to squirm in my lap, kissing me from time to time, straining herself to make me feel better and seeing how much effort she put in, I couldn’t let her down. The anger I felt abated ever so slightly and the day seemed to get just that little bit brighter. Once she saw that my mood had improved, Jama didn’t let down on her attempts and instead increased her attention, each lick and kiss lasting far more than before. Her breaths became erratic as she worked herself up to the height of her artificial heat yet again, the one I caused in her earlier that day still remaining within her and stoking the fire of her need with newfound strength. She burned in my hands, her breath carried the need she had for a male and though her mind wasn’t in any way able to put it into words, her body told me that she had chosen me. The pilot wore a mask to keep the rampant pheromones out of his system as he drove the ship, no one wanted him to crash, but I could see that he helmet moved every now and then to look at our general direction, no doubt the peeper had tapped into the camera feed. We didn’t care, for that moment, there was only us, and the guards waiting in the other compartment, listening to her squeals of pleasure. Jama shivered in my arms, clutching my chest as if her life depended on it, grinding her now bare vent on my pants, staining them with her lust. I felt the fluids pool in my lap and flow down my legs onto the metallic floor of the ship and I wouldn’t be surprised to see steam come off of her body, with how hot she was. Literally and figuratively.

The doors of the ship opened far too early for my taste and the small army that was with us immediately urged us to get out and to a safe area before the sight of Jama so deep into her heat triggered the most basics of instincts in the hundreds of males aboard. The guards themselves were hard pressed not to jump in on her, but their training wasn’t just for show. She did mewl and growl in protest whenever one of them came too close and huffed in her scent, the poor sods shoved away only to be replaced by another male. Soon enough the loose cordon of soldiers was more like a bunch of fans cluttering around a popstar on the street, with the only difference being that she wasn’t human, she didn’t have any clothes or anything of the sort. I had to carry her after a while, since her legs had turned into jelly and that made her even more bold in her actions, actively trying to pin me on walls using her tail as anchor on any surface she could use and get me to tend to her then and there. If I have to be honest, I wanted to, oh how badly I wanted, but that would have caused more inconveniences for everyone on the ship, so I held on as she kissed the life out of me, saliva dribbling from every inch of skin I had free. When we reached my apartment, I shut the door behind me and locked it twice over and sighed in relief. Then I tossed her on the couch.

Jama got on her feet in milliseconds and immediately reached for my pants and began tugging on them, her poor motor skills failing her to the point that she resorted to pull my fly with her fangs and her tongue slithered inside once she managed to, the seams of my pants wrapped around her snout. Her muscle wrapped itself around my cock and started slathering it in her saliva, already drawing me closer to climax from that mere contact. She pouted and dove in again when I pushed her away but waited as soon as she understood I was doing her a favour by removing my pants myself. I sat on the couch, sweaty as I could get and she threw herself on my, mouth wide open, taking in my cock fully until my tip rested halfway down her gullet. Her small muzzle strained to take it all in by herself and her throat bulged out pleasantly for the both of us, making me able to see the shape slide inside, up and down with each heavy and laboured bob of her head. I could feel her nostrils flare and take in my scent every second by now, whenever her snout bumped into my crotch, hear her fluids splatter on the floor under her in a lewd and messy pool, strings of arousal clinging to her scales. She was so eager, so devout and I was so sensitive after a day of exceedingly hard and boring work, I came faster than normal, unloading shot after shot of seed down her throat. She swallowed every last drop, filling up ger stomach, moaning, cooing, holding on to my thighs for dear life, wrecked by the same climax as mine until I decided to pull out and aimed at her chest, coating her scales in white several times over. She purred and accepted my gift with glee, giggling and coming down from yet another moment of high. There was a few minutes of silence, in which only our panting could be heard, taking our time to catch some breath after she had got me and herself so worked up we barely kept our composure and didn’t break into this mad and messy coupling outside my private quarters.

“What got you so worked up, James?” It took her a long while for her to gather enough strength to move and rest her head on my thigh, lapping at the last dribbles of seed with her long tongue, looking up to me, pupils painfully wide in a rush of pleasure cocktails, my legs and couch beyond stained with her lust, warm and slick like her vent that now pressed on my skin, terribly hot and inviting. “I couldn’t bear to see you so angry, I had to do it, you know, unload some stress. Sorry if I got carried away.” She sounded so terribly ashamed of how she had given in to her needs and that wouldn’t do it. I picked her up and held her in my arms, her puffed vent resting on top of my cock, keeping it warm and hard for her to hump on, dragging her soft cheeks around it.

“I was mad because that dumb ‘president’ wanted me to just hand him over your tech so that his scientists could reverse-engineer it and get a head-start on the rest of the world just because.” I may have scoffed a bit too hard at that. “He tried to bribe me, threaten me, guilt me into doing that for him. He called me a traitor, everything in his power to try and force me to obey.” Jama’s expression hardened along with mine, sharing my anger now that it bubbled up again.

“Shall I call an airstrike? Blow his house to smithereens?” A voice that belonged to a person that shouldn’t have been in the room startled the both of us. Ranalia chuckled and strolled forward, holding the master key in hand, hips swaying so that she would highlight her fertile hips and the thick trail of arousal dripping from her vent. Outside there were a dozen guards eagerly looking towards her, their stretchy pants tented now that no armour was needed to be worn, moaning angrily when the door closed behind their commander. Poor lads. “Would that please you, James?” I admit the thought was tempting and it would make me very happy to hear that that man was gone for good, but it wouldn’t do anything to solve humanity’s idiocy, not it the least.

“It would be a waste of materials. Let’s leave him to stew in fear for a little while, then I will make sure he never makes that mistake again.” He really wasn’t worth the hassle. “Such a small man thinking that he has power over everyone just because he has a fancy title. I mean, look at me, I am a mere translator and I live among the stars with the most beautiful females in the galaxy.” That compliment got both of them, even the staunch and stern commander to giggle and coo happily. The captain of the ship joined her sister next to me, leaving a trail of fluids in her wake. The scene from earlier today was repeating itself, but now things were much more comfortable and private, if you counted the whole ship knowing what I was doing, a private matter. “It’s true, you are the most stunning ladies I know.”

“Oh, shut up you sweet talker.”

“You know what would make you look even better though? Some nice lingerie.” They cocked their heads, confused. “You know, some stockings to make those nice thighs of your stand out, a little bow on your tail, some frilly panties… you’d look so good in those. I’d jump on you at the mere sight of you in a sexy and naughty getup like that.” Ranalia chuckled and slithered her snout under my armpit, huffing softly at my scent. Small localized earthquakes told me she was very much into it and very much in need of relaxing after whatever she had to do. The battle for who purred and snuggled against me harder broke out just like any other day more than one of them was with me, a battle that still had no winners and lots of messy ties to this day.

“I think I’d like that as well. You just know how to push all of our buttons, all the time. Must be that human charm of yours.” Jama nodded, rubbing her snout on my stomach, slowly and surely reaching for my cock once again with her tongue. “It’s only you that makes us feel that way though. I met with many of the world’s leaders today, after your speech and the translation: all of them wanted to get on my soft side, all of them sickly doused in perfumes and deodorants. Yuck.”

She stuck out her own tongue and pretended to throw up. I could only smile: after so long with them I knew that perfume was a horrible thing for noses so sensitive they smelled sex on a person hours after the deed. That must have burned a lot, so much artificial stuff forced in their lungs. Their breaths, sniffs, licks, all of them were far more… eager, far more needy than normal. I let them run all over me, take in every shade of scent I had, caressing their backs, teasing them at the same time like I knew they liked. The high and mighty leader of the force that controlled the world I was born in shoved her snout under my armpit, her pupils wide and dilated, beyond redemption to be sure, the leg she had sat on much like the other one, messy, wet, lovely.

“I may choose to order them to stop wearing those cocktails around me but then I’d have to smell them and their old men stench all day long.”

“You don’t seem to mind mine though.” She smiled her hand trailing down to my cock, half hard still, but slowly and surely getting at full mast again, with all those powerful scents in the air and the desperate teasing of the two females around me. “You missed in on the fun after our speech.”

“I know, I had to go and get myself pregnant.” I cocked an eyebrow and made her laugh, her head rubbing on my chest, tail coiled on me. I was aware of that but it still took a toll on me to accept just how natural that sounded for them. “You got me all worked up in the backstage and you thought I wouldn’t take the chance? I just had to, the lucky males of my escort will surely thank you because they looked just so damn stunning in their armour I couldn’t resist. Who knows who the father will be…” She flashed me an evil and lusty grin, so heavy on the lewd side that I couldn’t do anything but grow a tad bit harder in her hands, soft and sleek scales rubbing on my shaft. Jama apparently had enough of waiting and shoved her sister to the side, the commander of the entire fleet sent sprawling on the large couch we were sitting on, the space on my crotch now completely taken over by a single little lizard instead of two. Jama’s sodden vent dripped her arousal on me, the strands either clinging to my skin or dripping down on the floor once more, like they had done so many times before. “Hey! I wanted to stay there!”

“Sorry sister, but I want him inside me.” She ground her hips hard, long strokes of those plumped up flanks all over me, further coating my crotch with lust. “Plus you always say you have something else to do whenever things get good so I just figured you had to go already.” She smiled, her tongue lolling out, lapping at a lone droplet of sweat on my chest, Ranalia almost on the verge of letting out smoke from her ears, teeth bared. Her sister did not seem to care, lost into me like I was lost into her, just as usual, until something far, far out of the norm happened: Ranalia, in all her majesty, balled up her fists, tiny hands shivering and puffed her cheeks, like a kid who didn’t get their candy. She stomped her feet on the ground, waved her arms in the air, around, all over, still stomping, face flushed, angry or just… tired. What I was seeing was a pouting kid that didn’t get her share of candy, small, worked up and in clear need. If she was any smaller I’d have mistaken her for an anime character of some sort.

“I want to have some fun too!” She screamed and, if I hadn’t known the room was soundproof, I could have sworn everyone on the ship heard her. “You think I like having to go away every time? You think I don’t want to enjoy being with him like you two? You’re always blabbering and chatting and I have always stuff to do, I can’t ever get to enjoy my time off.” She stared at Jama, kinda angry, kinda not. “I am tired, my heat hasn’t ended yet and I want to have fun! I want to be fucked, I want to be filled and I want it now!” Ranalia rushed towards us and shoved her sister out of the way, throwing her out in the same manner she did and then, she hugged me, well, it was more of a ‘wrapping her entire being around me’ than a hug but it didn’t really matter. She buried her face into my chest, eyes closed, arms barely reaching behind my back, legs hooked around my waist, tightening her grip. “He’s mine now!” I saw a lone tear push its ugly face out of her eyes and wiped it off. She held back a sniffle, still hugging me with all her tiny arms’ might.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” She didn’t. Jama was just as confused as me: she knew her sister better than anyone and I bet she had never seen her so clingy and desperate. No amount of prying could detach her from me. “Hey.” A softer tone this time. “Tell me Ranalia, are you a good girl?” She nodded after a moment of pause. “Good girls don’t cry and act like this and… good girls get a lot of treats only if they are really good and behave.” Her head snapped up, almost hitting me in the chin with the full force of an eager little lizard who was clearly, a very, very, very good girl: as soon as I mentioned a prize, her tail started wagging madly, the look of sadness gone, her soaked vent once again flushed, as if nothing had ever happened to make her sad in the first place. In those eyes there was a glimmer, a star shining with hope and she looked just so damn cute I loved it. “And you are a good girl, yes?” She nodded, tail wagging faster. “Such a hard-working little lizard, commanding so many soldiers, so many papers to sign… you’ve worked so very hard you really need some rewards… if Jama doesn’t mind of course.” Ranalia hissed at the green one, but she didn’t mind, her grin wide and sultry, the thick tail slowly pumping inside her own vent as she watched her sister clumsily attempt to ride me and failing to do so. She was far too desperate to spear herself onto me, but that same haste made her vent so slick it slid easily on my cock and turned her excitement into frustration. “Good girls wait when I say they can fuck me, ok?” She puffed her cheeks, the cute and annoyed look giving her a fairly more… human look, rather than the staunch façade she had normally. I put a hand between her thighs and sampled the sodden slit that was her sex, the heavy strings of arousal pooling all around it. “I bet you had some real fun with your guards, had them screw you in all kinds of positions, taking turns with you…” Ranalia blushed, her hands covering up her eyes in an attempt to hide her embarrassment, gone once again was the strong female, for good this time. “Do you want me to do you the same way? Claim you from behind? Or do you want to do it the human way? Have me look at your face as you come over and over? Maybe kiss you while I fill you up more than any of your males can? What do you say?”

Deep down I had waited for this moment for so long I didn’t know what to do, or rather, I knew, but the ‘good girl’ deserved her prize and she could choose whatever she wanted. Blushing, shivering with the beginning of a climax from just a touch of my fingers and another whiff of my scent, Ranalia slowly lowered herself onto the floor, her chest resting on the carpet, legs spread and tail lifted up to bare her privates to me. Those hips wagged from left to right, swaying hypnotically and I, like any other good male of her species, didn’t wait to give her what she needed: she was a tad bigger than most females, but she was still barely five feet tall, her vent so tight despite the fact that several soldiers had taken her over and over throughout the day, clinging onto me like a vice, strong muscles doing their best to hold me in place. And I could feel the remnants of several loads coating her walls, turning a wet and needy vent into a sloppy and even needier one.

“So wet, so warm… such a good girl you are. My good girl.” She cooed, the tail she had wrapped around my wait a moment earlier falling to her side as soon as I moved, thrusting out of her, inches at a time. I had no ridges for her to hold on to, nor the slightly curved shape of her males, only more length to shove inside that chamber sloshing with seed. Her moans were loud, insistent, begging me to go harder and faster in a dialect I barely understood, though the response of her body was more than enough to know what she wanted. “Shall we see if we can shut her up, Jama? How about you show you sister what fun one can have with their tongue?” The green lizard smiled, tail wagging and hurried to jump in front of her sister, laying on her back, and spread her vent in front of the open maw of the pink female. The scent of heat and sex hung heavy in the air and so close to the source of yet another needy woman, Ranalia seemed to show signs of interest in that soaked slit mere inches from her nose. “Come on, it’s going to be fun.”

I didn’t need much to coax her into doing what I wanted, merely humping harder and pushing her snout ever so close to Jama’s spread legs until her tongue darted out and lapped at the fluids coating it. Jama hissed and grabbed that snout, keeping it in place, her own wide hips pumping up and down, shoving what little could enter as the long tongue slithered deeper inside. The act was obscene in every way, especially for them, two females, but I had learned just how much they are willing to do when spurred on the right way and it was so easy to convince them: a lick here, a sniff there, touch them in the right spot and they melted in my arms.

“Oh, such a good girl.” Ranalia clamped around me, wracked by another climax just as the other one reached the first at the hands of her sister’s clumsy tongue, slowly taking me closer to the edge and at last, with a chorus of hisses, moans and pleased squeaks, I was locked in place by one last wave of pleasure and reached the edge. Her walls squeezed the life out of me, so tightly bound around my cock, so needy, the seed that flowed inside her splattering against the back of her weakened defences, merging with all the spunk from at least a dozen other males in a glorious mess of sloppy seconds and sloppier thirds. “Ffffuck…” Minutes went by despite this being not the first nor second time that day that I came, dozens upon dozens of impossibly dense shots of seed pooling within her to the point that her womb could take no more, already full, and the fruit of our sex splattered from the imperfect seal of her vent. At the very end, I collapsed on the carpet, my cock still deep within her and spooned the exhausted female in my embrace, soon joined by the eager one next to us. “I think I need some rest.”

“Indeed you do.” She seemed sad that I couldn’t give her what she wanted. “Don’t worry, I already had my turn today and it’s not like I can’t get something later…” Both of them took up all the space between my arms, their heated bodies warming me up even though I clearly didn’t need the extra warmth, not after that workout. Jama purred, clinging to her sister just as much as with me, coiling her tail with mine and hers, arms locked around each other, scale rubbing on scale and skin at the same time, a glorious mess of limbs and tired beings. “She’s asleep.” No amount of nudging or poking managed to stir her up, the moans and squeaks replaced by soft snoring. “She was very tired it seems but at least she got what she wanted, though she will want more now.” I would have rolled my eyes hadn’t I liked it all so very, very much indeed. “Look at you now, James.” She smiled, toothy grin showing her tiredness and the afterglow of her pleasure. Sometimes it felt as if I lived for moments such as these, when everything was quiet, everything hurt so good and we were close, so very close to each other. A small corner of heaven.

“What? What did I do?”

“Well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that now you are the most powerful man in the world.” I may have frozen at that sentence: me? The most powerful man in the world? How in the hell did she come to that conclusion? Jama giggled, running a lone finger all over my chest, drawing thin lines in the sweat covering me. “Surely you have realized that now you’ve got all of us in the palm of your big strong hands: you got me first, then Kia, we’ve been yours ever since, slaves to your charms. Now the last of my sisters is yours as well.”

“You’re not… mine, and you’re no slave. You are my friend, someone I trust.”

“Sure there’s also that but… you do know I can’t say no to you, not anymore. I may have been able to refuse once, when we were still just friends, now, I doubt I will ever have the strength to deny you any of your wishes, whatever they may be. You could ask me or my sisters to bend over in full view of the entire fleet and we’d do it gladly, we’d let you fuck us till we fainted with the ship lords watching, smelling your scent in the air and the stench of our lovemaking and we’d be happy to. we’re yours, James.” Her lithe body pulled closer to mine, sticking to me with the need to feel my very core beating inside of my chest. “Ranalia was kept from you for a long, long time, but she too has fallen for your charms: give her a few days and no request you make will be turned down. You gave her what she wanted, more so than any other male on the ship: you do not care about her status, her power and her authority over you and the entire world below, you made her squeal and come over and over like a slutty broodmother during her heat until she really fainted. She needed it and she’ll need you even more after. You made us yours by being yourself and so, so handsome.”

“It’s just the pheromones talking, Jama, this isn’t real. I’m a human, a mere human, not some…”

“You’re no ordinary human, not by a long shot: you are special, something inside you makes everyone of us putty in your hands, even the soldiers get weak in their knees when you walk by after a workout, they smell the air when you walk by, they envy you for being the centre of our attentions, they want to be you, they respect you more than their own commanders. They steal your underwear to huff your scent, they jerk off thinking about you and some want you to do what you make us go through to them, over and over. I know because they cannot keep a secret from us. One even asked me if he could watch you mate us from the sides and then let you dominate him in front of his unit.” Her words wormed their way into my brain and still I couldn’t refuse her claims, nor deny them. “I was the first one to fall, I loved the way you smelled, but… it’s more now, I feel like I can’t live without you anymore, it hurts when you’re not near me. Kia doesn’t understand this, she only wants you for your big cock, Ranalia wanted to have someone to treat her like she wasn’t the commander of an entire fleet but I… I want more than just that James, I want all of you, I don’t want to share you anymore.” Her thin arms felt like steel chains as they made their way all around my torso, barely reaching behind my back. Ranalia shivered in her sleep, nostrils flaring in search of more of my scent, snout rubbing against my skin, her tongue leaving more wet trails in its wake. “I was confused at first, I asked the doctors, they told me it was a side effect of my heat and your pheromones but I knew it was something else and so I searched your internet for answers and I found them: I love you James, more than anything I have ever known.” The kiss that came after was different, it left a bitter feeling when she broke it and returned to resting her head on my chest. My heart felt like it could explode at any moment, too many emotions, too many thoughts, too much to take in all at once. “I don’t know why it happened or how, I know it to be true and I don’t… I won’t blame you for not repaying this weird new feeling I have: we are far too different, our species are not the same, just… allow me to be at your side for a little longer…” I opened my mouth only to see that in that moment she too had fallen asleep in my arms, snoring softly.

I could only look up at the metallic ceiling and wonder if this was a dream of it was all real, if she really loved me or if it was this dumb body of mine that had tricked her into thinking so. The Kaiel had no sense of love, not in the way we did: with no certain father for any child for millions of years and the dozens millennia since their civilization rose from brutish beings, the young ones were separated, females brought under the wing of their mothers, the males sent to learn how to protect them or work. Love had no place when you saw a female order you around and only had the chance to feel the pheromones she let out twice a year, and even then, most males never even got to mate, only able to watch. Love wasn’t needed and yet, Jama claimed she had fallen prey to it, an anomaly in her species, much like I was in a sense.

I wasn’t a stranger to weird encounters the morning after a drunken night, only two mine and the rest all belonging to a series of roommates I had, one in particular, a girl, just to toss the stereotype out of the window, like she tossed her partners out of her bedroom once their time was over. I had one too many encounters with naked men begging her to at least toss them a pair of socks and underwear, reason why I kept a spare for any such occasion starting from the fifth guy I had to lend my own clothes to. With Jama things were different: I couldn’t just let her go, I couldn’t just forget about it, I couldn’t just ignore everything we had done together and the adoring look in her eyes, before a sight left after a particularly long session, now filling her every moment when she looked at me. It was as if telling me what she felt, what she thought she felt, had sparked something inside her, whatever feeling or urge was bottled up in that clever little brain of hers was free to roam. She didn’t feel weird the next day when I tried not to mention what happened before she went to sleep: she brought it up several times, trying to prove to me, and I believe to herself, that she was true in her feelings, in her love. I didn’t think she wasn’t capable of love, I just didn’t think it was a result of ‘natural’ causes, only me and my dumb body and my dumb smell. Ranalia was gone by the time I got up, busy with her work, not before giving me one last look at her still soaked vent, drooling what little of seed was left and smiling. Jama stayed and, amidst pregnant pauses and looks, she even helped me choose my clothes for the day.

She touched me in ways that felt different, carrying a meaning new for both her and me. I was confused and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop being so, at least I had some freedom, some manner of choice left until I actually made one, adding to the nervousness of having to go back to my parents’ house after well over a year of no contact and silence, after appearing on a global live feed as the ambassador of the entire frigging human race to the alien overlords, to the scaly… sexy… alien overlords. I’d be lying if I wasn’t happy to see her so giddy, giggling for any dumb thing I did or said, to see her smile so much I bet her mouth hurt, I only wished the best for the female that had done so much for me, I just wished I could say the same to her and not leave her hanging off a cliff of my own indecision. Would I say ‘yes’ to her love or say ‘it’s not real’? I tried to do the best thing and leave the problem out of my mind for the moment, not forever, a few hours, days, a week, barely enough to make up my mind and to see my parents.

We chose a nice suit, the nicest one I had at the moment, even better than the one I wore at the conference and at the first presentation: it was a grey suit with silver linings, literal silver sewn into the edges by hand in complicated geometric patterns that the Kaiel believed sacred, stretchy, bulletproof, screens embedded in the sleeves like any other suit I owned. It was a present given to me by Kia, after her third pregnancy in a single year, a token of thanks for having turned her into a living goddess almost on par with the Queen Mother herself. I had to say I didn’t mind how plump, soft and round she was getting, all those eggs and nutrient meals had turned her into a happy ball of scales and love, worshipped by nearly every male in the ship because she had already sired twenty eggs, four of which were the first generation of females born in the Sol system. I wore a belt with the symbols of the captain carved in a piece of bone from an alien fish of some forgotten world, every item on me so expensive and exotic I doubted the entire country’s budget would be able to purchase them all. I was a rich man with nothing to his name, at least on the planet I was born in, at least the day before yesterday. Funny how life turns out: at the second high school reunion in college I was little more than nothing, some already with jobs thanks to connections and friends, some having worked several years already. I was a clerk in a sweater shop that year, now I live on a spaceship. Real funny.

The first few times I had jumped on a shuttle, a real shuttle from orbit to ground, I was shocked and awed, today marked the nth time I stepped on one and, like I had said yesterday, it had gotten a tad too normal for me, like taking a cab or a bus. The ship was Jama’s personal shuttle, which meant that it still smelled like yesterday’s frenzy, a clogging scent of arousal only with the added hints of a few dozen males who had snuck into it and got off their lady’s heat. Such naughty little critters, always sniffing something. The smell made me forget about the trip that barely lasted five minutes total, from take-off to landing and before I knew it, we were on the ground, the ship’s doors opened and already getting surrounded by tens of curious people, only pushed away by fear and the several armed guards that were Jama’s detail for the day. Professional as they were, they kept their guns to the side, covered in head to scaly toe and tail in armour, keeping an eye out for anything. They chatted with each other and with the satellite observers in orbit, wary but not too much, after all, humans didn’t even have the tech to harm them and most of the guns had been taken away just for good measure from anyone who wasn’t a member of the police force on a global scale and melted into ingots for industrial purposes. As I stepped down, gasps, shocked looks, gaping mouths were the common theme among what once was the neighbourhood I had grown up in. I saw familiar faces, some had aged badly, some less so, some weren’t there anymore, a few old friends who hadn’t moved from the area and decided to live a quieter life in the suburbs were there, a couple I went to school with, a couple I was in class with for years. Again I thought how funny life turned out to be.

“Good morning Mrs Beauchamp.” I waved at one of the oldest of my mother’s friends, a sixty something year old widow that had come from Scotland decades ago. She barely had the strength to wave back so shocked she was. I looked at a few others around me and then helped Jama get down the ship. The gasps and stares multiplied a hundredfold as phones were immediately taken out to make photos and videos that eventually made her flinch and frown. “Can you do something about this?”

“As you wish.” Immediately after I asked them to help their lady, one of the soldiers took out a small device and pressed it in the direction of the crowd, shutting phones down with a localized EMP blast on the spot. “No. Photos.” He spoke in broken english and with that heavy, raspy inhuman accent, but it was clear enough to be understood and far scarier than suddenly seeing your phone die in your hands.

Jama thanked me as the guards quickly made the crowd part and gave us the space to pass through under the eyes of people I used to know and be familiar with that now didn’t know how to look at me, whether with suspicion for my unusual friendship, greed, hoping to use me to get to a spot higher than any on this world or just curiosity and interest. It was unsettling, being so… ‘popular’ wasn’t the word, but I guess it’d have to do for the moment. With my fancy billion dollar suit, a cute lizard lady by my side who definitely didn’t seem to like the feeling of chipped concrete and asphalt on her feet, ten armed guards around us and a whole crowd following a couple dozen feet behind, I made my way towards my house. I had tried to send a message but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it in these months of freedom, I hoped I could find a moment but I never got around to actually do it and thus here I was, in front of my parents’ house, with aliens in tow to boot.

I froze in front of the door like a deer in front of a car and it was only thanks to Jama who held my hand and squeezed hard, her eyes trying to give me all of her… love, through the air and her touch, that I actually pressed the doorbell. I guess they had already been warned by someone because I didn’t see shock in their eyes, no fear, no anger, just relief that I had come. My mom, looking a tad older, a few more grey hairs on her head, a fresh haircut and definitely a few pounds less on her hips, run into me. She cried softly and I barely held my composure as she unloaded all of her worry, all of the months of no news and nothing but hope to live by, when dad came and looked at me I lost it all. He hugged me as well, I cried, no, I bawled my eyes out like a goddamn baby and fuck did it feel good: no words, no chit-chat, no nothing but a tight hug. I don’t know how much it lasted but when we were done, my eyes were dry and only thanks to the contact lenses they weren’t red. Jama looked at us with a complex expression, seeing for the first time in her life what parents meant for a child, what I meant for them and the sheer emotions dumped on each other.

“We missed you. Every day we checked for mail or letters.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I should have sent something but… the postal service doesn’t do space deliveries just yet.” I didn’t know if it was appropriate to crack a joke so I left it at that and hugged her again. “I missed you too, you have no idea how much I blame myself for not calling or coming sooner.” Dad, like the old grumpy bastard that he was, waved his hand and put on his stern face, the one reserved for school and exams, especially when he was about to lecture me.

“No matter James, you were studying so it’s ok.” Mom shot him a sideways glare. “As long as you have been fine for these months then we can forgive your lack of filial piety.”

“I’ve been more than fine dad, they treated me well.” I patted his shoulder as he looked down at little Jama, a kid by their standards and in that moment I remembered she had been standing like an awkward fourth wheel for god knows how long. I smacked my head hard. “Fuck, sorry ehm… mom, dad, this is Jama, she’s my tutor, the one who taught me their language.”

“Yes we have seen hi-her on tv yesterday.” Mom almost said ‘him’, since she didn’t exactly look like a mammal. We couldn’t exactly blame her for that.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She did a little bow and behind us the guards did the same, bowing more deeply at the same time in perfect synchro according to their training, giving the people looking at us quite the shock. Mom attempted to do the same bow as her but failed quite horribly, which made me smile a little. “He’s been working very hard.”

“I hope so, he’s always been a bit of a slacker in class.” Mom elbowed his definitely pudgier stomach silently and he gave her the ‘what was that for?’ look in secret. “Come on, get in before dinners gets too cold.”

“Dinner?” I stuck my head inside and smelled potatoes and a host of other dishes ready to be eaten.

“You’re quite predictable honey, we knew you’d come here today.” Mom smiled and turned around, at which point I looked at dad and he sighed, a sight that could only mean: she was planning to do a full course at every meal until I actually got around to come and then brag she’d had figured me out. She was too proud to admit that but dad wasn’t. I missed this. We left the guards outside, spread around to cover nearly every inch of ground, the orbital teams ready to be deployed at a moment’s notice.

Inside the house, except the smell of fresh and warm food, everything still smelled the same: lavender detergent used for the floors, wax on every other wooden surface, the faint traces of oranges it seemed that still tended to forgot on a plate after he had his afternoon coffee. Jama didn’t frown nearly as much as I feared at the myriad of artificial scents scattered around the place, maybe she was faking it so that she’d not hurt my feelings, maybe she liked them a little. The table in the living room was already prepped for three, to which mom rushed to fix immediately, grabbing an extra set of plates and glasses. Jama, unsure of what to do in a real human house, the first one she’d ever entered, just sat on the spot reserved for her at the table, legs crossed and attempting to find some place to shove her tail. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her legs dangling from the edge of the fairly normal seat, the chair fit for a human and not a four foot five lizard. She blushed heavily, thanking me under her breath when I stole a pillow from the couch, lifted her up and had her sit down, at last tall enough to reach the table and the many forks and knives on top of it. There were so many things to look at that she wasn’t able to stop moving her head for a moment, caught by a few photos hung on the wall to the light reflected in the glass, to the drawings I made that dad had framed fifteen years ago after I had joined an art contest and lost horribly, to the designs of the tablecloth we had gotten from a garage sale of an old Italian woman who spent her time knitting for her grandsons. I won’t lie and say that I actually got lost in all the memories I had made in this house myself, so many things I didn’t know I missed so much. It had been little over a year and it felt like a century already.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mom and dad came in with plate after plate of food and set it on the table before going to get the bottle of wine to go along with it. Dad waited a moment before he poured some in Jama’s glass. “Uhm… do you… drink wine?”

“I heard of it before but… never tried it.” She sniffed the bottle and frowned heavily. “No thanks.” He smiled awkwardly and passed on to give me some and then sat down. Jama was flustered, more because she didn’t know what to do and shrunk in her seat, looking down at her dangling feet. In a moment where no one was looking at her, I snuck my hand under her chin and scratched it where she liked most: less than a second later I heard a soft purr and the familiar sound of a tail thwapping on some surface. She relaxed just enough not to feel bad or awkward in this situation.

“So, how is life in space?”

Did I say that the entire thing was awkward already? Can I say it again a few more times? Because that was how half of the entire lunch was: awkward to the very limit. On one side I had my parents, glad to see me and eager to ask me everything that had happened to me over the months I was away, on the other, they tried to make small talk with an alien inside their own house. Jama wasn’t any less clumsy in her attempts to find some common ground to talk about, having a rather hard time too. So there I was, sitting between two parties that didn’t know jack shit about the other and had no idea how to start a decent conversation. It took me nearly half an hour before I got fed up and made my move, explaining to my parents that she wasn’t all that different from us and to her that they had some of the same passions as her. After some very much needed breaks, I told her that they had travelled a lot and could give her some nice countries to visit and told them that she was a teacher like mom had been when she still worked and only then did things start to move, oiled thanks to my very own sacrifice and sweat. The second half of our meal went impossibly smoother than before, topics were thrown here and there with little regards, dad bragging about how he spent a week in Bali sleeping under a bridge because he had lost his wallet and Jama trying to make them picture an expedition on an alien planet, both finding a common ground on my past and present academic life. My grades were bared for everyone to see and the naughty little lizard also went on a little rant of her own from the early days of my teaching on Kaiel speech and how hard it was for me to get the pronunciation right. It was painful but it was also kind of fun. We got to the coffee before I could realize, every dish eaten and the plates almost licked clean, Jama a tad tipsy after dad had somehow managed to convince her to try his wines. Three humans and an alien chatting together after a meal, a few months ago I wouldn’t have ever thought I’d be able to see such a thing.

Then the sleeves of my suit rang and one of the soldiers rushed inside, panting heavily.

“What is happening?” I looked down at the flashing icons on the screen embedded in the sleeves and then back at the soldier. In that moment I heard a commotion outside the house, many voices shouting things at someone, angry voices.

“Sir… there’s a mob.” We froze, mom and dad confused because of the racket going on in front of their home and because we weren’t talking in English anymore. “They started to gather a few minutes ago and glared at us. We asked them to leave but they didn’t. According to protocol we issued a warning and then took out our weapons… they didn’t leave.” My heart sank and I ran through the front door: standing mostly still and cluttering around the yard there was a good fifty people, some standing back, a few to the side, ten at the very edge of our property, holding some kind of club in their hands and one a suspicious box. I looked around and saw a guard on his stomach, clawing wildly at his helmet, trying to remove it and screaming something. One of the others held him down as a second soldier forcefully ripped the damn thing off and a flood of vomit splattered onto the sidewalk.

“What happened?” Jama joined me and glared in anger at the humans.

“They… they… they threw eggs at him.” My jaw fell and, as the poor soldier was turned on his back, panting and heaving, a trail of half-digested food on his chin, I saw that on the helmet and on the chest of his armours there were remains of eggshells and the yolks running down the plating. I heard a couple of guards retch and barely hold their lunches in. “He was standing there and some human ran up and threw a FUCKING EGG at him!!” Jama shivered, falling on her back, hands on her mouth. The people around us didn’t stop talking while the remaining guards grabbed their guns, snarling, angry, ready to fire.

“EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” I yelled as hard as I possibly could and a moment later I heard silence fall on the otherwise quiet neighbourhood. “Who the fuck threw an egg at him?” No one moved, not even the idiot with the box that clearly came from a supermarket open in his hands and staring back at me. “Do you have any idea of what you did? You threw an egg at him!”

“So what? It’s an egg, that thing is wearing armour.” The man with the box shrugged and smiled, his friends at the front row smiling at the same time.

“Oh, yeah, sure it’s just an egg.” I got down the stairs, walked on the lawn and stopped when I was a few inches away from the guy. “THEY HATCH FROM EGGS YOU FUCKING MORON!” It took a moment for me to calm down and another moment for the information I had just laid down to sink into their brains. Eyes widened a moment too late. “How would you take it if someone threw a placenta with a fucking baby inside? What if you they had thrown a dead baby to you? Would you like it?” I jabbed a finger in his chest with every word I said, pushing so hard he stepped back every time. “You just threw the equivalent of a dead fetus onto someone’s face!”

I knew full well that an egg from a supermarket wasn’t really viable, I knew that it wasn’t like throwing a dead baby on someone’s face, I knew that all too well because I was the one called to explain why we ate eggs and enslaved chickens for our food. I remember clear as day the horrified faces of Ranalia and the entire higher echelon of the fleet, staring in horror at the ‘educational’ movies about poultry farms and I remember Kia breaking into tears. I knew every sordid detail about it because I had to tell them several times and explain none of the eggs were fertilized. I found deaf ears that day and the entire industry was this close from being eradicated on the spot along with every other one that related to animals. These idiots didn’t and they had done the worst thing they could possibly do.

“You bloody idiot!” I knew it wasn’t a real fertilized egg, but who would explain that to a bunch of angry soldiers armed to the teeth in front of a mob of humans? “Everyone get in the house, now!” The soldiers, all of them, took off their helmets and began to spew insults at the people in front, guns loaded and ready to fire. It took a lot to stop them from actually arresting each and every one of them. Jama was out of the picture, shivering like a leaf, the males grunting, itching to punch some faces in, so I called the orbital squad. “I want a squad to come and arrest those idiots before someone else gets another idea like that.” Before someone actually gets hurt and things can’t be mended by me screaming at some fuckwit again. I just had to hope they wouldn’t get any funny ideas in the meantime.

“What is going on? James, why do they look so pissed?” Mom managed to find the courage to move through nine heavily armed aliens and one that was crying in a corner and come to ask me.

“They threw an egg at one of them. They hatch from eggs.” I made the explanation short and mom understood it fast. “I will leave them here while I go and make sure these two don’t get PTSD or something and before anyone decides to start a war over this.”

I grabbed each of the two lizards under my arms, the male quite heavy with his armour but not enough to be impossible to move him, he cried softly, muttering prayers to the Queen Mothers of old for forgiveness and guidance, Jama’s eyes looking into the void. I hurried to get into the bathroom and tried my best to take off their clothes, the armour proving to be annoying but with it being one single piece I somehow got around to tug it off from his feet and tossed it on the far side of the bathroom. Then I undressed myself, the billion dollar suit stained with a little vomit and tears, on the same toilet and only after that I ripped each of the three hormone patches from my body: instantly the smell that wafted from my skin seemed to fill the entire bathroom, a dense scent that with each second that passed managed to calm the two of them down. I turned on the shower and carried them in as soon as the water was hot enough, the pitpat of the drops on scale and skin overpowering the soft cries more than just fine. The water washed us clean of vomit soon enough and only when we were free of grime I shut the flow down. They still trembled but after I grabbed towels and dried them, they didn’t shiver so much anymore, a little more and I could feel them grab my arms and legs for support, a little more again and they stopped crying altogether. I sat down and hugged them.

“Good, good… you’re two very good lizards… very good. It’s ok, nothing bad happened.” I whispered in their ears, hugging them as tightly as I could, feeling them do the same but nowhere with the same strength nor reach. I kissed Jama and then the male, his eyes shooting open for a moment and then closing, losing himself in my arms. “Very good.” A minute passed quite fast and once those sixty seconds had passed I could hear their breathing settle at last and their tails wag slowly. “Who are my little precious lizards?” A tad out of place? Yes. Did it work? Also yes. Jama’s tail wagged harder, bumping into furniture, the male’s own picking up the pace as his pupils widened. “Such good little lizards.” I realized it was a bad place, I knew it was a bad place, but just as they lost themselves in me, I wasn’t all that able to escape my own ‘charms’. Although not even five minutes ago, hell, barely even two, they were shaking and scared and I angry and ready to give in to the guards’ demands, we were all on the floor of my parents’ house, naked, surrounded by the smell of bodies warming up and the artificial heat of a female. “Such good little lizards.” They both purred, snuggling in my arms, shifting around, Jama found my armpit and shoved her snout under it, the faint layer of sweat I had worked out in the meantime clinging to my skin, the male quickly followed her example. Whereas her smell was fruity and tantalizing, I could now smell something muskier and decidedly more male in the air and felt something wet and hard poke at my leg. “Seems like someone is excited.” I looked down and saw the male’s cock poke from his slit, a mere two inches, not even fully out yet, and he blushed, attempting to hide himself under my arm and only managing to get himself more hooked on my scent, growing harder. Better than having them cry? Yes. Did it feel good? Fuck yes. As Jama went mad, her nose guiding her one more time on the many treasures of my body, the poor male didn’t know what to do, lost in the smell of my sweat, humping my leg for some pleasure that clearly wasn’t enough. “What’s your name cutie?” He blushed again, his tail curled up in an attempt to hide his arousal.

“Ark.” It was but a whisper, one that I heard clearly.

“Well then little Ark, do you want me to make you a happy lizard?” I was aware that lizard was almost a derogatory term some humans had started to use, but I also was very much aware that under the right conditions, it turned them on. “Make you forget everything?” He nodded eagerly, a flash of horror passing through his eyes. “Then come and let me do my thing.” Ark yelped softly as I grabbed him and sat upright, legs spread wide for Jama to go ahead and have fun. The smell or lust and her heat around me were doing wonders for my own arousal, my cock half hard, already six inches bobbing heavily. She opened her mouth and swallowed me entirely with ease, the tip of my shaft poking her throat and then some, going deeper as I grew harder inside her wet maw. “Relax little one.” He almost managed to say he wasn’t little but I was faster than him: I turned him around, flipped upside down so that his snout bumped into the fuzz of my crotch where his proud lady was busy sucking me off and unconsciously raised his tail.

“S-sir… wh-what aaaaaaaaa…” his mouth hung open in the middle of a question when I pressed my nose under his tail and got my first whiff of male musk in a long, long while. He smelled raw, male, ripe and young, leather and salt, like little Hal who I had not seen in over a month, but different, spicier if anything. I licked that virgin hole and felt him shiver in pleasure this time, his body clenching and spurting slimy strings of pre on my stomach. “Oohhh…” He moaned and opened his mouth just in time for Jama to do her thing and shove my cock inside, the feeling of his tongue darting madly all over the place, half-afraid and half-eager to taste me a newfound pleasure, while she lapped at my balls just as eagerly.

“Fuck… such horny little lizards.” I kneaded the muscular thighs of the male I was rimming, his body melting like butter, assaulted from both ends in sensations and tastes unknown to him until a minute ago. He mewled as loudly as ten inches of hard cock filling his mouth could allow him when I spread his cheeks and shoved my tongue inside his tailhole. The raw taste of a male exploded again, stronger, muskier, more alluring and delicious. I went as deep as I could before I ran out of tongue and pulled back, receiving a little wink of that slippery ring and a frustrated moan of the male attached to it. “Do you want more?” He looked at me, drool connecting his lips to my cock, feeling the void I had left in his backside and then nodded weakly, his tail hiking up all by itself to give me even more access. “Alright then.” Jama hissed in pleasure, her fingers pumping in and out of her vent, sloppy, wet, making a mess of the floor under her as I pressed my cock against that tight ring, oversized for a human and looking outright ridiculous next to a barely five feet tall lizard. “Ohhh, fuck… ssso tight.” He squealed like a female as I pushed harder and harder till I managed to fit a few inches inside him, the walls of that passage so tight they almost hurt, squeezing madly at the intruding member. The pre gushing out of me lubed him up sooner than expected and in moments, after a few weak thrusts, I was almost balls deep inside him, Ark moaning, his tail coiled on my waist for support, his cock bobbing up and down, five inches of drooling flesh that Jama licked and cleaned. “Does my little slutty male want his treat?” He didn’t answer, the feeling of his tailhole spread far too wide by me while his lady sucked him a tad too much for a common male, not even a breeder. “You don’t want it?” I smiled as he begged silently, his eyes lost in his arousal and the clogging smell of our lust, his tailhole clenching hard and often. “Good slut.” He screamed as he felt the first shot burn its way inside his bowels, followed by a second, a third, seconds passing and more being dumped inside him, over and over.

“Thankssssss…. Sssssir….” He thanked me, the little horny bastard thanked me for shoving my cock as deep as I could and filling him up. His own spasmed and jerked a few times inside Jama’s maw, her arousal splattering behind her, dense fruity strings coating tiles of the floor and the wall. “M-more!” He begged for more and I gave him more, slowly resuming my thrusts, my seed filling in the space between us for two hole minutes. When I pulled back he was dripping, a small waterfall of spunk flowing from his far too stretched tailhole, his body left a wreck on the floor. Jama hurried to grab his muzzle and open it, sharing a wet sloppy kiss, pushing the male’s own spunk into his maw, her tongue fighting expertly against his, strings of frothy cum dangling from their lips in lewd bridges.

“Now, it’s your turn.” I grabbed Jama as soon as I could and shoved myself inside her, her vent slick and swollen, ready to be spread and that I did, her silken walls welcoming me with the same desire as always.

“Yessssss….” Her arms spread around me and reached for my back, her claws leaving faint marks on my skin, joining older ones I forgot I had as I got up, spunk dripping from my balls onto Ark’s muzzle and slammed her on the wall of the bathroom. She squealed as loud as she could, tongue lolling open, tail lashing behind her, thwapping on the tiles, clawing at me again and again. “Fuck me harder James!” She licked my neck, pressing her snout on the crevice of my pectorals, rubbing her head on me, her vent clamping down hard. “I want it all!!” I picked up the pace and, corny as it was, wrong as it was, dumb as it was, when I watched her bounce on my cock, beg and scream and squeeze, my heart skipped a beat: she was beautiful. I always thought her pretty, charming even, I liked her, she liked… loved me, she loved me, I more than enjoyed all my time with her, every second of it. “Please James! More!” I picked up the pace yet again, the sound of my balls slapping her wet backside, soft plaps echoing in the bathroom. The closer I was to her, the harder she screamed, the more I remembered all the days spent studying, learning, teaching to each other, all the times we spent naked after my smell got to her, Kia snoring to the side after she had gotten her belly full, Ranalia watching alone. “I love you James!” That hit me like a fucking train again, harder than before, but it felt so fucking good. To know she loved me, that she had already given to me her soul and her body, that her sisters were mine as well but not as close to me as her.

“I love you too, you silly little lizard.” I made my decision, wrong, right, who cared at this point. I kissed her and felt her squeal and come all over me, her fluids raining down on my legs. She looked up after licking my neck again, her eyes full of hunger, a hunger I had never seen in her before, a hunger that made her look even better, violent, raw, perfect. I guess the decision had been made and now there was no turning back, not so far along a path that no other human had ever walked. I sailed in uncharted waters, the thrill, as dangerous as it might have been, was well worth the risks I encountered. “Sorry to have made you wait for the response.” She smiled and kissed me, so I kissed her back but… it felt different, more sweet, right, all sorts of feelings swirling around in my chest like that time I confessed to my high school crush and she said yes to the one and only date I had with her. Jama melted in my arms like butter and I let her do it, her muscles still spasming in the last throes of her lust and my own, mixing together in a lewd pool under our feet.

“It’s ok… it was worth waiting…” Another kiss and then I felt her slowly slump in my arms, too tired to move, too full to want to, too lost in her afterglow to care. However, she did leave me with a fuckton of shit to explain to my parents.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, things were weird, well, saying that it was just ‘weird’ was a severe understatement as explaining to your parents that you had just accepted an alien’s love advance was kind of hard. I don’t know if they accepted it out of sheer shock or because there was no denying the fact that our world had gone through so many changes that it was impossible to pull back. Dad was silent for the most part, mom asked questions until the guards from the orbital teams landed and began to change the patrols while they carried the fainted lizards currently making a mess of my old bed, snoring quietly on a mattress two times bigger than what they needed.

“So, you’re saying you don’t know whether she’s right in this belief of hers or whether it’s just hormones because of her mating season making her go crazy?” Dad pulled me away from the scene once there was time and he had the chance. I pondered on what to say, there were so many things that I didn’t know where to start.

“I’m not sure: she says she is in love, she says she is sure of it and I can’t bring myself to say to her that she is wrong because… she might just be right.” He frowned and my heart ached just a little at that expression. “I spent so much time with her that I know her well, more than well, we shared so many hours studying, sharing the most private of experiences well before we took it to the next step.” He frowned again: I came clean immediately, no use hiding the fact that Jama and I had had sex already, it made thing easier to handle, as much as it grossed them out. “It was necessary to understand each other at first, to learn better our cultures, but it developed into something else.” Of course I hid my own hormone imbalance part, that much was a top secret that Ranalia had gone to great lengths to hide, although everyone in the ship knew about it merely because pheromones aren’t something I could hide. But to the humans, to the species I belonged, such a thing could easily spark a rebellion if it became public, or even worse, a second war, one in which more deaths would come because of greed. It was necessary to hide it at all costs. “I like her a lot, more than I would have thought.”

“Did you listen to your dick or to your heart?” Dad was a tad awkward at times, weird in others, but concise and determined to give advice, even though the situation was a first for the entire planet or even the galaxy itself.

“My heart I hope, but I thought about I a lot first.” I felt a hand land on my back.

“Good, just listening to one of them is a death sentence: if you put some thought into it, then it means you value this more than you realize.” He sighed. “I just hope you’ll be happy like this.”

“Well… eventually someone would have had to try and breach the boundary of species, right?”

“I can’t say I wished you got a normal girlfriend but she seems nice.”

“She is.”

“As long as you’re happy and don’t regret it later James, we’ll be on your side. To the extent our old hearts can take this weird new world we live in. You don’t want your mother to faint because you did something even more… extreme than what you just did.” I had to blush and pretend I didn’t know what he meant by that. “I’m truly proud of you for reaching the starts with your own efforts and stand on top of the entire world. My son, ambassador of the human race among the wider galaxy…” For a moment I swear I saw a tear form in his eyes. “To be honest, I don’t care in the least who you want to be your girlfriend, fiancé or wife, you earned it and you’re adult enough to make your own decisions without us old coots bothering you too much. But as a father I can’t help but ask of you to maybe find yourself a regular human and give us a few grandkids to fill our home every now and then. Unless you manage to get some kids with her, then we might become the coolest grandparents in the entire planet.” Dad was indeed awkward and silly sometimes, but he made sense, more often than he himself realized. He supported me and didn’t ask me too much, he was happy to give me freedom but happy that I asked them advice. I cried a little again, hugged him as tightly as I could before I had to separate and leave.

Going back to the mothership was even worse than the night spent on the carpet with Jama by my side, the weight and the pressure of giving her an answer were gone, but now they were replaced by… the weight and pressure of what would come next in our lives. It was soul crushing and paired with the insane interest the world had towards me, the endless challenges that were going to come crashing down on my poor head, I doubted I could take it alone. However, by chance, fate, destiny or just because, ever since an hour ago, I wasn’t alone anymore: my parents had sort of given their approval, Jama was more than willing to support me and I honestly didn’t give a fuck about what the world thought.

My plan to sleep this off and think about it for a whole night were utterly foiled by the time I entered my quarters on the ship, throwing off the meticulous train of thought I was trying to set for myself to figure out what the next move was going to be. As I opened the door I saw two females sitting on my couch, barely able to contain themselves once they saw me enter and turn the lock behind me, tails swishing madly. That wasn’t shocking or mind blowing in and on itself, but as per usual, these females had the tendency to completely fuck with my expectations over and over again as the sight of them wearing thigh-high socks that squeezed all their plumpness out, the cute red bows on the thick bases of their tails and the collars with their names badly written on was burned into my brain forever and ever and ever. Ranalia cooed, somehow holding herself from throwing her lithe body on mine, the spot where she was sitting soiled and ruined by her lust much like Kia’s own. Their eyes oozed with need. For some reason, I thought back to what Jama had said just after she had confessed to me the first time, how, according to her, I was now the true, hidden, ruler of the fleet, the commander my slave thanks to my body. Watching them wag their tails, inching towards me on their hands and knees, on all fours like animals, dressed in the most sexual clothing a female of their species had put on in the past ten thousand years, I did feel the king of the world. I patted their heads, earning a chorus of purrs and a cacophony of thwapping tails on the carpeted floor, the highest officer in the fleet and the most revered mother both throwing themselves at my feet, their snouts buried in my crotch, huffing and puffing at every small ounce of my scent as if their very lives depended on the next breath they made. Strings of lust clung to their tails and soaked into the pretty bows, drooling onto their thighs and stockings. A pinch at the layer of fat pushed up by the tight socks made them shiver and drool, their breaths more laboured, hotter, needier, a small and weak slap on their plump asses made them squeal loudly and inch closer to me until they could take no more and splatters of lust pooled onto the carpet over and over again.

“So… have my girls behaved today and earned their treats?