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Space Exploration!

That’s a phrase that brings up a lot of imagery, right? You imagine Neil and Buzz, two of the OG steely-eyed missile men, looking out the window of the ‘Eagle’ and realizing that their computer is steering them right into a boulder field and they need to take manual control. You could also picture Kirk and company frolicking through a sunlit meadow on some paradise planet…at least, until they run into some cute alien chick and that jackass Shatner does what he does best.

That’s some old examples, of course. From what a lot of people jokingly call the ‘before times’; this used to refer to some unpleasantness involving a nasty flu strain, but now refers to the time when humanity thought itself alone in the universe. In the before times, we didn’t have the OIH breathing down our necks. But in the before times, we couldn’could just up and head out into the cosmos. Now we can, thanks to the xeno placement program.

Aaaand this is where the tedious reality sets in. Thanks to alien tech which is advanced thousands of years beyond ours, we don’t have to pull off much in the way of heroics getting from A to B. Not to mention that paradise planets are nearly nonexistent. Good luck finding a planet with life even as advanced as slime molds.

Constantina Kadis pondered that luck of the draw as she stared out the porthole at the planet below. It wasn’t a real porthole, of course. Putting an actual hole in one’s ship is dangerous, even when on board a giant survey vessel like the Gnanghtnan. Even through that simulated view, she could tell that this place was going to be a real shithole. Multiple large and smoking volcanoes occupied the dayside of the world, which itself was a mixture of various shades of red, orange, and yellow.

She figured that much of that coloration was due to sulfur compounds getting vomited up thanks to the planet’s very active vulcanism. Constantina knew things were going to get stinky during the crew’s upcoming exploration. Even though she and her partner would be sealed up in suits, it was inevitable that some of that nastiness would make its way past seals and post-EVA cleaning procedures.

The door slid open behind Constantina with a soft hiss, and a familiar scent like fresh-cleaned carpet hit her nostrils. “Hey Kate! What do you think?”

A huge muzzle covered in blue-white fur edged its way into Constantina’s field of view as Kignan-of-Jnaralth looked over her shoulder. “[Looks like a real shithole.]”

The human laughed and reached up and around the Dorarizin’s neck, finding the correct spot justbehind Kignan’s ear and giving that spot a vicious scratching. She smiled upon hearing the huge alien’s click-whine and felt the faint vibration from one of Kignan’s legs starting to jitter on the deck.

“[Stop thaaat…]”

Constantina laughed and relented, releasing Kignan’s head. “C’mon, you know you love it.”

The Dorarizin stood up straighter and now towered over her colleague. “[It feels nice, but it’s just…embarrassing.]”

Not for the first time, Constantina wondered if she was coming on too strong. Back on Earth she’d been a out-and-proud bisexual, but since she was placed among giant aliens her sex drive took a giant nose-dive due to fear of getting seriously injured. Besides, she found almost all of the aliens too, well, alien to be attractive.

That was before she’d met Kignan. What attracted Constantina the most was her fur, a flawless white which seemed to shine in any light. After a few months, the human had built up enough courage to actually touch that wonderful fur…only on the head and hands, of course. Kignan didn’t seem to mind, and now the pair were a lot more tactile in their affection.

But Constantina was sure that the Dorarizin still considered her a friend and nothing more. Even if she herself wanted more. Kignan never expressed any interest in going…further, which would be frustrating enough even if they didn’t work together every day. The human kept telling herself to make the first move, but what if she was rejected? It would throw a pall over their friendship, and maybe make it impossible to work together. By now she and Kignan made up a damn good survey team, and she enjoyed working with the Dorarizin.

“Right, let’s go see how much shit is in this shithole.” Constantina followed Kignan’s wagging tail out the door.

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The survey job was just as nasty as they’d feared. By now Constantina was used to the weird ‘weightless’ feeling caused by the power-assist in her armored pressure suit. They set their outer plating’s color to white, allowing each other to easily see where their partner was amongst the sea of reds and yellows. The pair weren’t the only bits of equipment on the surface; they sat in the middle of a vast array of automated drones scouring the landscape. If the scientists up on board the Gnanghtnan saw something of interest, they’d direct the two to the location to take more detailed samples.

The goal was twofold; first, see if there was any life at all in this seemingly lifeless place. Second, take geological samples to get a good idea of the planet’s composition. If there was no life, then they’d mine the hell out of this place. If that happened, Constantina even stood to make a tidy sum off of the resulting proceeds.

If the human was honest, she might have been daydreaming a bit too much about that hypothetical pile of GRC. The human bounced along towards their next point of interest, with Kignan trailing behind. In front of her was a yellow expanse streaked with ochre, probably some sulfur flow from a nearby volcano. But then as her boots crunched into the surface, she didn’t feel the jolt from her haptic feedback indicating solid ground. Instead the yellow crust gave way, showing a black pit below her feet. Constantina yelped in fearful surprise as she began to fall.

Fortunately the planet gravity was such that she didn’t fall as fast as she would have on Earth. She spun and dug one gauntlet into the wall behind her. The ‘dirt’ was friable enough that her fingers could get purchase, slowing her further. She added to that by kicking both boots and her other fist in, then mercifully she came to a stop.

Kignan’s shout of alarm was loud in her headset. “[[Constantina!] Talk to me!]”

“I’m okay, big girl,” she gasped. “Okay for now, I mean. I’m about…” Constantina glanced upward. “…about ten meters below the edge. I’m dug in.”

Then she did something very stupid. She looked down. Her headlamp didn’t reflect back anything of the crevasse below her; it just streamed down into a pitiless black expanse. “Ohhh, dear. Big drop below me.”

“[I’m here, I see you. If I drop a tether, can you clip it to your backpack?]”

“Well, it’s either that or I hang here for the rest of my life.” Constantina immediately regretted the quip.

“[Paying it out now…]” A few endless moments passed before the human felt the welcoming thunkof the tether’s clip hitting her helmet.

Constantina took several deep breaths. She had a solid four-point grasp on the wall, and now she was about to make that a less-solid three-point grasp. Moving like molasses, she unclasped her right gauntlet from the crevasse wall and reached up, groping for the clip. “Got it. Now let’s see…”

The next bit didn’t go so well. The clip on her pack was just behind her helmet, and thanks to the constrictions from her armored suit she couldn’t move her arm enough behind her head to get to it. She also didn’t dare move too much, lest she lose her current precarious grip on the wall itself. The next couple of minutes were nothing but the sound of her own breathing, loud inside her helmet, along with some pained grunts as she tried to flex her arm more.

“Fucking…damn suit…” Finally she stopped. “Kate, this isn’t gonna work. Why don’t I just grab the tether with both hands and you pull me up?”

“[No! What if you lose your grip?]”

Constantina looked up again, and saw Kignan’s helmeted head framed in the hole above her. The Dorarizin’s deep, navy-blue eyes were filled with worry.

“I won’t,” she replied. Then she pulled her other glove out of the wall and grabbed the tether in a two-hand grip. “Just don’t yank it okay? Let’s take it nice and easy.”

Kignan nodded and began to carefully, paw-over-paw, haul her human colleague out of the hole. As soon as Constantina was in grabbing distance she reached down and plucked her up and out, setting her back on solid ground. She bent down and hugged her human friend, a gesture made awkward by their suits.

The human patted the Dorarizin on the shoulder in silent thanks, then pointed at the expanse of yellow crust before them. “Okay, so, important safety tip…watch out for that stuff.”

After reassuring the survey team up in orbit that she was fine, they kept going…after taking a few samples of the surprisingly tough ‘crust’ material. The pair also now paid more attention to the ground-penetrating radars from their drone swarm.

By the end of it the human was glad to get on the shuttle back up to the Gnanghtnan. Once on board she put up with good humor all of the scrubbing and spritzing from the airlock’s automated cleaning systems.

As she suspected, once she finally cracked her suit open there was still a faint rotten-egg smell in the airlock. But she didn’t have time to complain about it, because Kignan was now also out of her suit. Constantina’s world went dark as the Dorarizin swept her up into a real hug, one that swaddled her in fur. It was the first time that Kignan had been so affectionate, and Constantina’s heart beat faster with secret lust.

“[Are you sure you’re okay?]”

The human returned the hug as best she could. “Only thing hurt is my pride, Kate.” In the back of her mind, Constantina wondered if this was the moment. Maybe now she could confess her feelings for Kignan, now that the Dorarizin was feeling uber-protective of her colleague…

No, that was a shitty idea. Using a life-threatening experience like that was a low blow. So she tabled her feelings. There was always next time.

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Before that ‘next time’ the pair had to endure a seemingly endless debrief, focusing on how best to prevent any similar accidents in the future. Constantina received a bit of an ass-chewing from Shhnann, the Gnanghtnan’s Jornissian Captain, but the human figured that she’d settle for being alive and yelled at rather than dead.

The good news was that their next stop was not another unexplored bit of the cosmos which needed surveying, but instead a mining colony which would provide the crew with some much-needed R&R.

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Constantina ground her teeth as she all but stomped into the airlock. She’d looked everywhere on the ship for Kignan, intending to have a ‘girls night out’ that would, with luck, lead to some fun later on. But she’d been too late; one of her crewmates innocently mentioned seeing Kignan chatting with a Dorarizin male in one of the colony’s tunnels.

Right now she needed a drink in the worst way, but her humiliations weren’t yet at an end. The outer airlock doors remained stubbornly shut as a soft synthetic voice sounded out. “[Crewmember Kadis requires an escort.]”

“What? You stupid machine, I don’t need a damn nanny!”

“[Untrained personnel are beyond this airlock. Risk of serious harm to Crewmember Kadis requires a trained crewmember to accompany her.]”

She kicked the unyielding outer doors, resulting in nothing more than hurting her foot.

“[Careful,]” said a sibilant voice from behind her. Constantina turned to give whoever it was a piece of her mind…then shut her open mouth when she saw Captain Shhnann.

“Sir?”

He smiled. “[If you hurt yourself, I’ll have to confine you on board. Mind if I join you?]”

“Of course not, sir. Sorry about the kicking, I’m just…well, it’s personal.”

“[I think I know why. Nobody likes to feel treated as a child, but I’d hate to lose you to some idiot not watching where they’re going.]”

Constantina sighed. Her pining after Kignan now seemed even more ridiculous; how could they even have some fun without causing injury? “I understand, sir. I was just going to get a drink or ten.”

“[Excellent, just what I was thinking of. There’s a nearby bar I’ve heard good things about…with a surprise that I think you’ll appreciate.]”

She cocked a suspicious eye at the Captain as they sauntered side-by-side out of the now-open airlock. But he just kept a smug set to his hood and didn’t speak further as they made their way through the colony’s tunnels. Constantina felt a little like she had during her first few weeks on board, with lots of curious stares from aliens who thought they were being discreet in their ogling. But she had to admit those looks weren’t quite as…intense as she’d encountered elsewhere.

“Can you give me a hint, Captain?”

“[You’ll see. Don’t worry, it’s a pleasant surprise.]”

Constantina reserved judgement on that, and her suspicious frown didn’t leave her face until the door to the tavern slid open. Beyond was a dimly lit but spacious area, sprinkled generously with large tables. But most of those tables were empty; instead, most of the patrons clustered around the bar. A momentary gap opened in the press of people, and Constantina gasped.

The bartender was a human, a man. Captain Shhnann nudged Constantina with an elbow. “[I thought you’d like a chance to talk to somebody more…let’s say familiar.]”

She grinned up at him, then regarded the crowd. “Thanks! Um, it’ll be a bit before I can talk to him…”

“[Nonsense! Hop on and I’ll clear a path.]” The Captain pointed a thumb at his long, scaly back.

Constantina hesitated. She’d ‘hitched a ride’ on her crewmembers, but only in extreme situations. “Are you sure, sir?” After a confirming nod, she slid up onto his smooth scales and hung on for dear life as he slithered towards the group at higher speed.

“[Sorry, folks, make way please! Got somebody here who’ll want to talk to him.]”

The initially irritated looks from the bar patrons turned into wide-open stares, and they obligingly parted to let the Captain through. The human bartender looked up with an amused, lilting smile as he spotted the Jornissian’s cargo.

Constantina looked around Captain Shhhnann’s torso. “Hi there! Um, do you have a human-height seat?”

The bartender winked at her. “I think I can wrangle one up.” He walked off to one side and handed a taller stool over the bar-top. The Captain snagged it with one hand and set it front of the bar; Constantina clambered over Shhhnann’s shoulder and settled herself with a satisfied sigh. Then she leaned forward and looked over the inside edge as she wondered what the bartender was standing on. A raised platform ran the entire length of the bar, bringing him up to eye-level with his customers.

She then regarded the bartender, who hadn’t lost his gentle mein. His age was hard to gauge; he might have been a mature-looking thirty or a well-preserved sixty. Only a few laugh lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth showed any hint of aging. His sleek black hair almost sparkled in the bar’s indirect lighting, and his olive-complexioned skin matched her own.

“What can I get you?” he asked, breaking into her scrutiny.

“What do you recommend?”

He laughed. “I do make an excellent Old-Fashioned, if I do say so myself.”

“Then I’ll take one of those. And I’ll be having more than one.”

The bartender began mixing the drink, his slender brown fingers moving with sureness as he measured and poured. “So it sounds like you’ve had a long day.”

“You could say that.” Constantina propped her chin in her hands as she watched the bartender do his thing. “So what’s your name?”

“Jorge,” he replied. That made her squint in puzzlement; she didn’t want to be one of thosepeople, but his dark eyes were definitely Asian in character rather than Hispanic. Well, who knew anymore? In the many years after the chaos of First Contact, humans were well on their way to becoming a mixed species.

“I’m Constantina,” she said.

“Nice…that’s a Cypriot name, correct?”

His correctness caught her by surprise. “Er…yes, of course! I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect you to know that.”

Jorge winked at her. “I’ve been around the block a few times.” He pushed a human-sized tumbler in front of her. “Don’t go anywhere, I do want to talk to you some more.” Jorge moved off to her left and began taking orders from the other, much larger patrons while Constantina took a sip of her cocktail.

She blinked in surprise and stared at her glass. Jorge didn’t lie; this was one excellent drink. Constantina kept unobtrusively observing the other human as he filled in more orders. He bantered with the other patrons, many of whom were clearly repeat customers. She glanced to her right and saw that Captain Shhhnann had moved a discreet distance away; close enough to reach her if needed, but also far enough away to avoid inadvertently ‘overhearing’ any conversation between her and Jorge.

The latter moved back over to her after filling in his backlog of orders. He filled a glass of his own with only seltzer and sipped from it. “So what’s your problem?” He noted how low her drink was and began mixing another. She finished her first drink just as he slid the next to her.

She rotated the offered tumbler in her hands. “Not a big problem, in the grand scheme of things. Just me being an idiot.”

Jorge began polishing some glassware. “Oh, well I know all about that. Is it due to business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure…well, no pleasure yet.”

“Not yet? Oh, my. You should change that.”

Constantina growled. “I wish I could. There’s a crewmember on my ship who…” Constantina growled again and buried her face in her hands. “I’m so fucking clueless. She’s a damn alien, why would she be interested in me?”

“Why wouldn’t she be?” Jorge’s matter-of-fact tone made her look up in surprise. He still had an amused look on his face, but it now was tempered with warm sympathy. “Are you worried she doesn’t feel the same way about you, or about women in general?”

She slumped forward, resting her chin on her crossed arms. “Both. Last I heard she was chatting up some colony guy.”

“You should still make the attempt.” Jorge began mixing another drink.

“What’s the point?” She blinked and focused on the glass in front of her. Hadn’t that been full not too long ago?

Jorge slid away her empty glass and replaced it with casual grace. “Because you have feelings for her.”

“Of course I do! She’s funny, she’s strong, she’s got thighs that make my mouth water. She’s always got my back. Not to mention she saved my life not too long ago.”

Jorge’s dark eyes held hers. “Then you should at least ask. Take me, for example. I like guys. Nowadays it’s no big deal, but where I grew up it…well, it was a struggle. I denied it for years, but in the end I just had to be true to myself.” He laughed. “That’s on top of being imprisoned as a kid thanks to my nationality.”

She straightened up. “Wait, what? When was that?”

For the first time Jorge looked panicked, as if he’d said too much. “Well, imprisoned is too strong of a term. My family and I were kept…sequestered. Yeah, let’s call it that.”

Constantina regarded her glass. She was about two-and-a-half drinks in, and she knew that this was the sweet spot. Enough of a buzz to sand the edges off of her fear, but not so much that she was a slurring wreck. Jorge’s words also acted as a catalyst.

“You’re right,” she said. “I’ve got to go. Thanks for the drinks.”

Without waiting for the Captain to escort her, Constantina hopped off of her stool and marched out of the bar. Jorge’s face split in a satisfied grin as he watched her depart.

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Kignan-of-Jnaralth now regretted dashing off of the ship so quickly, without waiting for her tiny-chomper friend. In her own defense, she’d been going a little [stir-crazy] in spite of the Gnanghtnan’s large size. She’d been in the middle of chatting with one of the station’s males when she realized that she wanted to be talking to [Constantina] instead. If the Dorarizin was honest with herself, she wanted to do much more than talk…but that was foolish. She knew that tiny-chompers had an instinctual fear of her own species; she’d have to be content with [Constantina] as her friend.

Her [woolgathering] was broken when she rounded a corner and found herself confronted with the very object of her musing.

“[We need to talk,]” snapped [Constantina].

“{What?}” The Dorarizin’s eyes darted around and saw no crewmembers nearby. “{Where’s your escort?}”

“[As of right now that’s you. Besides, it turns out there’s a [tiny-chomper] on the colony so everyone’s trained. No big deal. Where’s your guy friend?]”

“{He’s not a friend, at least not yet. I was actually looking for you.}”

The tiny-chomper peered up at her with those big, dark eyes; eyes which had occupied much of Kignan’s fantasies during her ’personal time’. “[You were?]”

Kignan opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She wanted to pour her heart out, to admit her love (and lust) to [Constantina]. But her words became stuck in her throat. What if the tiny-chomper didn’t reciprocate that affection? What would happen to their friendship?

[Constantina] threw up her arms. “[Oh, this is ridiculous. We’re a pair of idiots, aren’t we? I’ll go first. I want to be more than just friends. How about you?]”

The Dorarizin didn’t respond verbally. With utter gentleness, she reached down and plucked [Constantina] off of the deck, with both of her giant paws wrapped around the woman’s torso. She could feel the tiny-chomper’s heart thrumming against her grasp as she brought him up to her face, and her own pulse began to race. The tiny-chomper gasped as Kignan nuzzled her velvety nose against [Constantina’s] neck. She took in a huge sniff, reveling in the small alien’s scent of excitement. Kignan gave the tiny-chomper’s neck a lick, earning her another adorable gasp.

“[I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,]” murmured [Constantina] into Kignan’s ear. “[Let’s see how fast we can get back to your cabin, then I’ll see how fast I can get you out of your clothes.]”

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“[Why didn’t you say something before?]” asked Kignan. The alien lay sprawled on her bed with Constantina kneeling between her spread legs. The human didn’t look up; she was too busy making good on her promise.

“I didn’t think you were, you know, interested in women.”

Kignan chuckled. “[And here I thought you knew about Dorarizin pack structure. We don’t mind sharing men…or fooling around with women.}

Constantina unsnapped the magnetic latches holding Kignan’s pants on and peeled them off. She ran her fingers through the luxuriously down-like fur which covered the Dorarizin’s now-exposed thighs, feeling the hard muscle underneath. “Woah. That feels just as good as I’d hoped.”

“[S…same here.]”

Constantina grinned as she ran her hand up towards Kignan’s center. The training she’d received included the basics of xenoanatomy, so she wasn’t entirely surprised at what she found. “Mmm…that looks tasty.”

Kignan let out a gasping growl as Constantina all but lunged for her sex. The human began licking with a will, reveling in the musky taste of Kignan’s excitement. She leaned back, spreading the Dorarizin’s folds and noting with lustful interest how the outer flesh became a deep blue further in; as she watched that blue flesh flushed brighter as Kignan’s clit emerged. She gave a predatory growl of her own as she dove back in and attacked that nub, sucking and licking it as if it was a teat.

“[Oh! Your tongue…so much softer!]” Kignan gripped hard at the bed and arched as Constantina ate her out in earnest. The small cabin was now filled with a bevy of slurping noises which sounded out in counterpoint with Kignan’s panting.

Constantina could feel Kignan’s cunny clamp around her tongue, as if trying to draw her entire head in. She could feel the Dorarizin’s musky juices streaking all over her face as she worked her magic, giving the giant alien no mercy until finally Kignan howled in climax, loud enough to be almost painful. Her snow-white thighs trembled as Constantina gave her clit a final, gentle kiss. The human smiled and looked up at her handiwork; Kignan’s tongue lolled sideways out of her muzzle and she stared dazedly at the ceiling overhead.

The Dorarizin blinked and shook herself. “[Amazing.]”

“Well I do aim to pleaseeeep!” Constantina yelped as Kignan plucked her up and deposited her on the bed. The Dorarizin hovered over the human on her paws and knees, letting out a constant low stream of clicks and growls as she nuzzled at the human’s neck. Then she opened that fanged muzzle and gave Constantina’s exposed skin the faintest of nibbles.

Constantina felt those razor-sharp teeth pricking at her vulnerable flesh. It should have awoken some primal fear in her, but she had never been more turned on in her life. She bit her lip and knew that her panties were now absolutely soaked.

“[Do you know what I’m going to do to you?]” Kignan murmured in her ear.

The human didn’t trust her voice at the moment and just shook her head.

“[I’m going to make sure you’re louder than I was.]” With that Kignan began to nuzzle her way down Constantina’s torso, using her teeth to tease open the catches on the human’s clothing. It seemed to take ages for her to reach Constantina’s waist; the latter began to pant as she felt Kignan slip her front teeth in between her tummy and her waistband.

Then, with a single violent jerk, the Dorarizin tore her pants off. Before Constantina could yelp again, Kignan did the same with her panties. Then both of her paws slid under Constantina’s ass as she raised the human’s lower half off of the bed.

“Heyooouuughhhh….!” The human’s protest devolved into a moan as Kignan began to lap at her nethers. The Dorarizin’s big blue tongue had a rougher texture which sent sparks along Constantina’s body as it massaged her engorging clit.

Kignan stopped her oral assault long enough to say, “[I’ll buy you a new pair.]” Then Constantina moaned again as she returned to her work, spreading a healthy amount of saliva around the human’s already sopping-wet folds. Constantina’s heart beat even faster as she wondered what that wonderful organ was going to feel like inside her.

She didn’t have to wonder for long. Satisfied with her lubrication, Kignan set the tip of her tongue against Constantina’s hole and began to gently push. It was now the human’s turn to wail as she was relentlessly entered, her pussy spasming around its intruder. She looked down and saw what should have been a terrifying sight; Kignan’s muzzle opened wide around Constantina, as if the alien was about to take a huge bite out of her center.

But then Kignan winked and began to writhe that wonderful tongue inside her. Constantina dropped her head back to the mattress in bliss. She’d never felt anything like this, larger than any penis she’d encountered and prehensile to boot. It churned her sensitive inner flesh, pressing against both her clit and her g-spot with unerring precision.

Someone was screaming, and Constantina eventually realized that someone was her. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck!” In the end, she did manage to match Kignan’s volume as she came with one final “FUUUUUUCK!”

Even with such an explosive climax, that wasn’t the best part. No, the best part came afterwards as Constantina relaxed in the fluff of Kignan’s chest, the Dorarizin’s huge arms enclosing her nakedness in still more soft fur.

“Mmmm…I could get used to this.” She snugged in deeper, right under her lover’s chin.

“[Me too,]” rumbled Kignan. She reached down to clasp a paw over one of Constantina’s ass-cheeks and gently kneaded the muscle underneath. “[Remind me to save your life more often.]”