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Mohave, California. Ten years ago it was nothing to write home about. About all it had to recommend it was a bit of aerospace industry and a boneyard where unused aircraft were stored in the dry desert air. If it weren't at the intersection of the 14 and 58 freeways there'd probable be no town there at all.

Then the aliens showed up. The Commonwealth, they called themselves, over six thousand spacefaring species in a sprawling coalition. Their emissary explained that in the wake of a catastrophic war with another coalition of aliens they are exploring our galaxy and it'd be very nice if we'd give them basing rights in return for technological assistance. Earth, it seems, is the only heavily populated world hereabouts and it's simpler to employ locals than import new populations.

Needless to say this provoked much discussion, not to mention wars as some countries banned all aliens and even attacked other countries that welcomed them.

Religious schisms only made things worse as some groups tried to worship the new arrivals, which the aliens viewed with mild amusement. On the other side are the people who want nothing at all to do with these "abominations."

There's a swath of the Middle East where all aliens are banned. Those countries are gradually sinking into obscurity as oil is replaced as a resource and they refuse to allow advanced, which is to say alien, factories to be set up. North Korea spent two years building earth-to-orbit missiles and fired them at one of the new orbital colonies. The Koreas are united now. That has something to do with the hole in the ground where the DPRK government bunker used to be.

The aliens have only been here for a few years and already there are human colonies on Mars, Europa and Ceres. They are terraforming Mars and making a start on Venus. Not to mention the seven million people living on the moon. Not everyone likes the idea of aliens leading us into space by the hand and there is a stark division now between the “haves” who will happily move to Mars or one of the new arcologies and the “have nots” who think the whole thing is a bad idea.

It's going to take a lifetime to sort the mess out. Thankfully it's not your problem. You just like aliens and you found a job that lets you see them every day. Mohave now hosts the biggest spaceport on the planet.

"Who's on the roster today?"

"Hey Dan." You've just in the door and there are already three aliens in the salon. Deirdre is brushing a seven-hundred-pound space weasel's fur while Bonny applies nail polish to some of the six-legged alien's claws. A Falan has thirty-six claws including twelve very sharp sheathed ones and 24 more that stick out all the time. That's a lot of manicuring.

Tom is running a buffer over the scales of a Trisstan snake-man. Snake-person. Whichever. Most aliens are hard to gender. You've heard the snake people are hermaphrodites and the Xsir crab-spiders supposedly have twelve sexes.

Jose is braiding a mrish's tailfur. The carnivorous space squirrels, or whatever the heck the local equivalent is, have five-foot-long prehensile tails that vary from practically no fur at all (soldiers, who need to fit it into power armor) to tails lush with thick soft fur. This is one of the latter and Jose already has a dozen bows braided in.

Mrish and falan have two sexes that fall neatly into 'male' and 'female' but you wouldn't know it to look at them. The males and females look just the same and are the same size. Of course, if you're a professional groomer and have brushed every inch of their bodies you know where the bits are One of these days you hope to do more than just brush an alien.

"Adja has an appointment this morning," Dan tells you. "Can you handle it?"

"Just me? Sure, but I'll need at least an hour. That's a lot of bear for one person."

"Take all the time you need." Dan smiles. Adja is a good customer and like all the aliens she tips well.

The bell on the door dings and there she is. Cotton candy pink, lighter underneath, and fifteen hundred pounds of beartaur. If she had fangs and claws instead of flat teeth and nails she could be some sort of weird Earth experiment and unlike any other alien species you've seen, it's easy to spot mwee genders. The two enormous breasts preceding the rest of her into the salon are a dead giveaway. A male mwee lacks those but from any angle some part of its heavy sheath and bowling-ball-sized testicles are going to show. Like most aliens, Adja wears only a harness.

"Hi." Adja touches a button on the green wristband she wears. "Sorry about that, I was just finishing a call. Embassy business, you know."

Unlike the other aliens in the salon the mwee are independent, traveling the stars in city-sized trade ships. Adja represents a large clan who in turn collectively speak for dozens of smaller ones. Alien politics are complicated. She is the staff adjutant for the mwee embassy and a pretty important person. Luckily most aliens are pretty casual. The first and third most powerful beings in the solar system, a mrish and a falan respectively, have been by this very salon to get brushed.

The space weasel, dark green of fur and currently having its foreclaws painted, nods to Adja and gets a nod in return. The mrish is having too much fun getting its tail braided and the snake person is reading a book as Tom carefully paints bright yellow spots on some, but not all of its scales. You saw the sketch of the pattern he's making. He's the best scale artist in Mohave.

The thing is that the trisstan could probably just think about it and change its scale color. Cosmetic fur and scale color changes are a body mod almost all the aliens have. But they come here. They like the personal touch.

You glance at the board by the door and see two more appointments starting in just a few minutes. A whole cluster of xsir is due in and there just isn't room for ten stuck-together crab spiders, the other aliens and a massive beartaur. "Dan, I'm going to use room two, okay?"

"You got it, man." Dan's looking a little frazzled. The salon needs at least one more groomer and everybody knows it. You almost got a couple from the pet place down the street but PETA showed up and picketed because it was somehow unfair for animal groomers to work on aliens. Fucking PETA.

"My turn to apologize." You open the door for Adja and she pads into the private room. "Busy morning."

As she goes by you admire every part of her. The bulky bear-woman half and huge feral bear half each have their own appeal. Adja stands five feet tall at the feral shoulder and almost eight to her ears. Even her wrists are as big around as your knees. She's perfectly comfortable with her frame and it never fails to amaze you how agile most of a ton of beartaur can be.

That's not the only thing that impresses you. As she goes past your eyes are drawn to the great purple clam of her sex as though pulled by magnetic attraction. It's remarkably like a human woman's, save for the scale. You could stick your whole head in there. Maybe even crawl in. You turn your attention firmly away from such thoughts and get out the brushes.

Adja sits back on her haunches and you start on her flanks. There's so much of her to brush that you will need the full hour. The new force field based climate control in the embassy district of Mohave is so reliable some aliens keep their winter fur all year round and she's one of them. Under the long guard hairs is a second thick coat of underfur. A mwee's fur isn't as long as a mrish or falan's but a mwee is twice the size of a space weasel and ten times the size of a mrish. Brushing one is a lot of work.

She pushes herself into the strokes, careful not to bowl you over. Just the same her sheer strength staggers you. Time goes by as you brush first her flanks, then her forelegs and chest. She smiles tolerantly, pretending not to notice your blush, as you run the brush over boobs that together weigh as much as you do. Only the tips of her nipples show through the fur.

It takes a well practiced act of will not to pop a boner. You like aliens a little too much to have this job. You're not the only one. Tom has a mrish girlfriend and two mrish boyfriends. Practically all mrish swing both ways. Why restrict yourself to only half the available lovers, is their way of thinking. Or just one species of lovers for that matter. Falan on the other hand are notoriously conservative and if they think about sex at all it doesn't show.

And then there are mwee. Adja stands up on all fours so you can brush her groin. You sit down between her hindpaws and look up at her pussy as you brush her inner thighs. The size of it, the dampness. You want to touch it but know you mustn't.

One of these days you'll say something. One of these days you'll do more than talk to an alien and brush their fur. Adja is watching you over her shoulder and smiling. Maybe she knows what you're thinking. You hope not.

Adja shifts her hindpaws so you can scoot up right under her pussy and get at the fur around it. You're looking up at the giant purple clam when it happens. Adja sits on you.

"Uh, Adja." These turn out to be your last words. Her pussy looms closer and you stare at the glistening wetness of the purple-black crease. The size of it! You could fit your whole head in there.

And then you do. There is a wet squelch and soft, slippery flesh engulfs your face and keeps going. Adja's great clam of a sex expands bonelessly over your shoulders as she sits. She simply sits on you and suddenly you're wrapped in mwee pussy all the way to your hips.

"Um." You don't know what to do. There isn't much you can do, really. A deep strong pulse moves through the wet flesh and drums through your body. Your arms are pinned to your sides and Adja is grinding her pussy against the floor, which pushes your hips in, too. Even from inside her you hear her rumble of pleasure. You'd heard at an erect mwee cock is the size of a big man's leg and that a newborn mwee weighs more than you do. It makes sense you can fit in here. You just never thought you would. You never thought you'd be a mwee's sex toy.

Adja grunts, shivers, and stands back up. Her sex clenches as she does and picks you up. It does more than that. A tremor runs through her pussy and a muscular contraction rolls over you as though she were giving birth. It's in the wrong direction, though. With a slurp her pussy ingests your ass and there's nothing left outside but a set of bare legs, stockinged feet and sneakers. Even your shorts have been sucked in and like your shirt are stuck to your flesh, sodden with her vaginal juices.

"Adja! Hey!" There's no way you can hear you, you realize. Her feral body alone must weigh a thousand pounds and it's wrapped around you. There's a foot of bear between you and the air in every direction except backward, and you aren't going backward. Adja groans, shudders, and humps back as though against a lover. Each hump makes her pussy clench and each clench sucks another inch or two of you in. You slither inward and your face pushes through a constriction in the birth canal.

So, here you are. You're soaked in mwee vaginal juices as your face is in her womb. You're into her to the knees and she isn't stopping. As she arches and shudders she sucks you in to the knees. It's hot and wet and slippery and her increasingly excited pulse drums through you. Adja shudders, on the very edge of climax. You're completely at her mercy, almost entirely swallowed by her pussy. Only your feet stick out now and even your socks are dripping with her juices.

Your shoulders slither into her womb as your hand makes its way into your shorts. You're soaking in her juices and that makes a very useful lubricant. You managed to ignore your boner mostly out of nervousness when her sex swallowed your head. Well, there's no point being nervous now. No one can see you jack off. You manage to pull your shorts down with your other hand and you're so horny it only takes a few pumps before you tense and let go all over the walls of her sex.

At almost the same moment Adja groans, shudders and cums. You feel her growl and tense as your feet disappear with a last wet slurp. Her great clam of a sex closes, having neatly swallowed you whole, and a series of muscular contractions squeeze the rest of you into her womb. Wet slick flesh dripping with her juices squeezes you into a feral curl.

"Adja." You're spent, but your hand is still on your cock. "Hello?"

It's awfully wet in here. More and more of her juices flow in. It's already pooling around your butt. That's the only way you can tell you're sitting up inside her. Surrounded by inky dark and the smell of mwee pussy you'd otherwise lose track of which way is up.

Something is happening. You feel with the hand not wrapped around your cock and find your shoes are coming apart. Adja's womb juices are dissolving them. And your shorts. And you.

It doesn't hurt, but you can feel your skin softening. Somehow it doesn't scare you. It wouldn't help if it did, would it? You were swallowed by a beartaur's pussy. Your last chance to influence your fate was when that hungry snatch loomed overhead. Once it got a grip you were going in like it or not and now you lie curled up in a predatory womb. Adja is a big bear, with plenty of fat. You're going to help her get just a little bit fatter.

It doesn't make much sense that her womb would do this, but you're not an expert on mwee anatomy. You shrug. At least it doesn't hurt, and you can finally give in to the lust you've repressed for two years. You grip your softening cock and pump. You manage to cum a second time just as the walls clench in tight. Even as you shudder and spurt you hear her pussy belch. It doesn't need the air that went in with you. Air doesn't have any calories, after all.

There's nothing now but fading lust, the bear's pulse, and a growing gurgle as her womb goes to work on her meal. You wonder what she'll say to Dan. "I accidentally digested him?" No, that won't work. "My leg cramped and I sat on him. These things happen." No, that's no good. How about...

You blink and look at Adja. The brush is in your hand and the fur around her vast pussy is well groomed. You got so into not thinking about that great purple clam you zoned out for a minute. She's looking past her shoulder at you and smiling.

"Oh, jeez." You are sitting in a puddle. It's slick and warm and you're pretty sure it's not your fault. You look back up at her wet, wet pussy.

She has the good grace to look embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm a bit drippy today." She reaches out a long arm and opens the janitor's closet. She knows right where the mop is.

"I'll get it," you say, but she just grins and works the mop. You're almost sorry she does. The place smells like aroused bear. How did you manage to miss all the excitement?

Her embarrassment earns you a fifty dollar tip. That's half as much as the whole grooming session and you decide to keep your mouth firmly shut about the whole thing. You politely open the door to the main part of the salon and follow her out.

"Hey, Dan. What's next on the hit parade?" Adja heads for the exit and you and Dan both take the opportunity to surreptitiously ogle her pussy a last time. She meets the green space weasel outside. Shrilka must have waited for her.

Something nags at you as she leaves. Is it just you, or was she a tighter fit through the door than she she arrived? Doesn't her belly hang a little lower now?

Dan doesn't say anything. He's busy checking the appointment roster. Everyone else is too busy to look. You shrug. It's not the first time you've seen that. Being brushed must relax her, or something.

The green space weasel is grinning as she talks to Adja, exposing a mouthful of serrated fangs. You can't hear what they are saying but Adja sees you looking through the glass and waves. She carefully and silently enunciates so you can read her lips.

“See you next time,” she mouths. You smile. You wouldn't mind getting to know her better. Maybe one of these days you will.