Just a Guy in Space

EDIT: Guys, I’m really sorry but I got caught up in playing Deus Ex Mankind Divided and I got shitfaced over the weekend. I’ll make it up to you guys.

EDIT 2: I actually thought I hadn’t written a chapter in 7 days instead of just 3. 🙂 tehepero. I already started on the next chapter though, so expect it tonight or tomorrow.

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Chapter 12

Echina was pacing. She wasn’t prone to doing that anymore but the arrival of the human had… encouraged some of the worse habits she had from childhood. AI had sent her the full report of the first Dintph-Human private interaction and while she couldn’t say with a hundred per cent certainty that the human had deliberately triggered the mating period of Lieutenant Sil Nubo, it did look like he had played a part in it.

Lieutenant Xar’usk was reading through the report, for once quite calmly. His mandibles occasionally clicked as he muttered passing comments. He’s taking all his time, that moshomol! Is it because he’s more interested in what he can learn from the human than fixing this situation? Xar’usk was, unfortunately, a typical scientist. He would lose track of everything around him when he found a tiny tidbit of information he considered interesting.

She glanced at the seated beings on the other side of the white syntark table and immediately averted her eyes. Lieutenant Sil Nubo was jammed tightly into the human’s lap and was refusing to move. Her hands were tightly clutched around the human and she was staring vibroblades at the captain. Her mating instinct is already going into overdrive. It’s only been one cycle, isn’t that too fast? She glanced at Xar’usk but he was still calmly reading the report.

The human Gus was holding Sil and chuckling awkwardly. He seemed to be apologising for Sil’s unreasonable behaviour with his eyes. His hands were constantly stroking Sil’s hair and her back. Her bristling fur would smooth over every time he caressed her. I guess he’s good at managing her behaviour. How surprising. Perhaps a bit too good, I’d even say. She narrowed her eyes as she imagined how a being from a backwater planet could manage to emotionally assuage a species he’d never encountered before.

“AI, can you put something on display on the screens please?”

“Affirmation. What do you require?”

“Can you pull up images of calico cats and cat behaviour from your human database?”

“Affirmation. Pulling up relevant records. Information now available on viewscreens.”

Echina turned to the viewscreens curiously and saw a curious four-legged creature. It looked just like a Dintph but the scale was all wrong. She frowned and looked more closely. Even Xar’usk had stopped reading the report and was analysing the new information provided. Striking similarities. The same general colouring and patterns. Nearly the same physiology. They are not bipedals though, and it looks like they only come up to a human shins. Are they domesticated animals? Why do they resemble Dintphs so much? She looked back at Sil, now gently purring into the human’s chest as he played with the tip of her tail. It can’t be that the Dintphs have visited this planet before. It wouldn’t explain the changes from sapiant to domesticated animal. Also the paws. They’re clearly animals. Maybe a close genetic composition but lacking certain key elements? Xar’usk will have a field day. I bet he’ll be wanting dissections again.

Xar’usk clicked his mandibles in exclamation. Echina looked over at him and sat down beside him and made sure not to make eyes contact with the human.

“Captain, based on what I’ve read in this report and what I know of Dintph physiology, I can safely say that while his actions may have caused the lieutenant to enter her mating period, she was already nearly into that period. It is highly probable that the ritual the human employed released a strong surge of pheromones. As you know, some Dintphs are susceptible to high levels of mating pheromones. As for the imprinting, it was hastened by the fact that Lieutenant Nubo already considered the human a suitable mating partner. She certainly wouldn’t shut up about wanting to open him up and see what was inside him.”

Echina leaned back in her uncomfortable syntark chair. Sil Nubo’s purring was increasing in volume and she was busy rubbing her head against the human’s chest. Echina sighed once more and considered her options.

“Human Gustavo Martinez, you have two options; avoid Lieutenant Sil Nubo for the duration of her mating period while she’s confined to her quarters or…” her voice trailed off, not daring to say what she needed.

“Or I stay with her and help her fulfil her urges. I get it. Can you tell me anything about Dintph cross-species breeding? I confess I have no idea what awaits me with this option. Can she get pregnant from the mating? How long does the mating period last? What can I expect? What will happen to Sil during that time? What happens to her after the mating period? Will it affect her? Her reputation among the crew of the Vanatu, I mean. I’ve seen how the rest treat Art’ah and that’s simply because they think of her as deviant. I’m pretty sure cross-species breeding is a taboo given how many looks I’ve been given after my encounter with Art’ah.”

He’s surprisingly astute. Is that genuine concern I can hear in his voice? Sure, AI is translating everything a bit flatly but his words certainly show that he cares for the lieutenant.

“The crew has only been informed that the lieutenant has entered her mating period. There have been several applicants coming forward with mating contracts but so far we’ve told them that the lieutenant prefers to remain in her cabin. If you decide to stay with her, you’ll be confined to her cabin as well to preserve the ruse. As to her reaction after the mating urges subside, I would not presume to know them. You’ll have to personally experience that. Lieutenant Xar’usk or AI can give you a better idea of what to expect during a Dintph mating frenzy.”

The human was absent-mindedly playing with Sil’s ears then nodded once, as if coming to a decision. “Alright, I started this mess, I’ll finish it. I have a request. Can you put Sil in my cabin? It’s a diplomatic cabin and it has a dispenser and sonic shower so we can stay there with little inconvenience. AI can help me with whatever information I require. And it will probably keep you updated on the situation.”

She chewed on her lower lip for a second. The human was right. She just didn’t expect him to volunteer his quarters though. Does he genuinely care for Lieutenant Nubo? She observed him more closely. Sil was currently purring softly and had closed her eyes. Her posture was truly one of contentment and thoughtlessness. She’d rarely seen the lieutenant so unguarded; her bubbly energy was usually empowering her to do a myriad activities, quite vocally in some cases.

“Very well. AI, make the arrangements to have some of the lieutenants utilities carried over to human Gustavo Martinez’ cabin. Ensure that it is carried out with the required privacy. We shall be maintaining the ruse that Lieutenant Nubo has chosen confinement to her cabin. We will also be letting the crew know that the human has developed the Afaxan sickness and will be unable to leave his cabin too.”

The human raised his hand at that. Echian stared. “Yes? What does that mean, raising your hand?”

“It means I have a question. What’s the Afaxan sickness?”

“It refers to a period of adjustment that some species go through when first getting on board a space-faring ship. The duration and effects vary according to species. It is not unheard of to suffer from this debility and will not arouse suspsicions.”

“Ok. If everything’s been thought out, then I guess we should get back to my cabin.” The human gingerly urged lieutenant Nubo off his lap, which took a few minutes. She still had her face in his chest and her arms wrapped around him when they were standing. “Captain, on behalf of Sil, I would like to extend my apologies for this situation and my gratitude at your broad-mindedness. I shall endeavour to keep the impact on the crew of the Pride of Vanatu to a minimum. I realise that my thoughtless actions have triggered this and I will be focusing on studying the different species on the Vanatu to ensure that I do not repeat this. However, concerning Sil, humans have different views when it comes to mating partners. If we copulate, it will mean that we are… together. As in, uh, I will be her exclusive partner and she will be mine, along any others who might join us.”

Echina’s eye twitched and a headache splendidly bloomed between her eyebrows despite the heartfelt apology. “Join you?”

The human smiled. “Yes, others. AI, could you bring up from your database mentions of the Genghis Khan harem and Imperial Dynasty Harems please? You see captain, humans can choose at any time to have a single mating partner or maintain a group of suitable mates indefinitely. This increases the chances of producing progeny. Of course, maintaining a harem isn’t easy and it all depends on the calibre of the man and his skills.”

AI put up several 2D pictures of several human women surrounding someone who was clearly a ruler. It seemed to match what the human had just said. She shrugged. She wasn’t one to look too deeply into other species’ mating habits and rituals. If Lieutenant Sil Nubo accepted this arrangement then it was out of her hands. She would have to wait until her mating urges had subsided before bringing up the subject though. Mentioning other females around a Dintph during that time period was not a good idea.

“I’m not one to interfere in her crew’s lives unless I absolutely have to. I trust that you’ll properly discuss this with the Lieutenant?” He nodded. “Good. Then we’re done here. Lieutenant Xar’usk, a word if you please?”

The human took Lieutenant Nubo in his arms and awkwardly walked out of the room with her still wrapped around him. Echina turned to her chief science officer.

“What do you think?”

“He raised several good points and while he was purposefully vague concerning this multiple mate maintenance system, he seemed truthful. Lieutenant Sil Nubo has firmly imprinted on him and will not change her behaviour. Coming between them might cause more harm than the alternative. I am more worried about cross-species pathogenesis than cross-species breeding at this juncture. I will have to closely observe the situation. I am hereby requesting the use of deeper scans during the mating period to gather the necessary data.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “Are you sure that you’re not just interested in the interactions between Dintphs and that human? That would be fascinating data, wouldn’t it?”

Xar’usk clicked his mandibles in abject shock. “Captain! I would never! How can you even think of something like that?! That I, a respected Lieutenant and Chief Science Officer would even use his subordinates as experimental subjects for my own gains? How preposterous!”

Her headache was approaching unbearable levels. “Lieutenant. If the next words out of your mandibles aren’t the truth, the clean-up crew will be scrapping your exoskeleton from the ceiling,” she muttered from between clenched teeth.

“Uh… I mean… I was going to suggest dissecting them both and checking their insides, but you keep stopping me. The only option I have is deep scans. Besides, the human doesn’t look like he’ll stop being her mating partner. Such data will be valuable if he ever interacts with other species. Yes, it’s all for the greater good. Yes, yes, of course,” Xar’usk clicked his mandibles excitedly.

Echina had time for one last thought before she left the room.

I am surrounded by madbeings.

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Chapter 11

The diplomatic cabin was already paying for itself. Gus was seated at his desk with two holographic viewscreens opened in front of him and two additional ones on either side of him. AI had been extremely helpful and had enabled him to browse through tons of data as easily as making coffee.

One screen held all the data AI had on Earth cat behaviour as well as mating behaviours for various felines and other mammals. Another held the anatomical and physiological details of members of the Dintph species. The two screens in front of him held his own personal notes and public medical records for cross-species hormonal interactions as recorded by the Council.

Staying up all night to write essays had certainly helped Gus to slog through unimaginable amounts of data. This experience translated surprisingly well to trying to figure out if he’d permanently brainwashed a crewmember of a space-faring ship. Sil was still fast asleep. She would occasionally purr contentedly, with varying degrees of loudness.

Gus rubbed his eyes and went through his notes again. So it is possible to induce a mating period in Dintphs via hormonal stimulation. It’s not common and it only happens in a clinical setting but it can occur. It’s more akin to a medical procedure used to treat Dintphs who have trouble mating or get irregular mating cycles. That means I’m not completely and utterly fucked.

It had been slightly over three hours since he’d gathered his wits and started to investigate the phenomenon he’d caused. He had since made two pots of coffee even though AI had expressed its disapproval at his blatant use of possibly harmful stimulants. Jesus, it’s like hearing Mom all over again… At least AI doesn’t nag much.

He called up the holographic keyboard once again and hammered some more.

“Query. The digit interface is more intuitive and easier to use with the Pride of Vanatu’s systems. Do you wish to switch from analogue keyboard entry to this system?”

“Fuck off Van, I’m busy.”

“Query. AI is unfamiliar with the turning off copulation. Is that a feature common to humans? Query. Who is Van?”

“Dammit Van. It’s a human expression. It means leave me alone. Also I can’t keep calling you AI, it’s rude. Since you’re the Pride of Vanatu’s AI, you’re Van from now on.”

“Correction. This ship’s AI has no name beyond the official designation of AI X-RR17 type 3.”

Gus sighed. “Look, how about I call you Van when it’s just the two of us or over a private comm? Just think of it as accommodating human sensibilities until you get a different order from the captain.”

“Calculating. There will be no repercussions if ‘Van’ is used as a designation for AI. AI will now respond to ‘Van’ over private comms or when alone with human Gustavo Martinez.”

“Cool beans. Glad that’s cleared up. I gotta get back to work now.”

He ignored the “Query. Do you require refrigerated vegetables?” and focused once more on whether he could snap Sil out of estrus. He slogged through more reports and studies before reaching the conclusion that he’d done fucked up.

Once achieved, artificially induced estrus had to be carried to term. Not doing so usually resulted in short term psychological and physical harm as the recipient became increasingly aggressive and started losing a grip on societal norms of behaviour. Dintphs usually established a mating contract before estrus such that they had a mating pair during the heat period. If the union resulted in offsprings (and they usually did), the mated pair would stay together and raise the offsprings until they were old enough for the communal child carers to take over. That was kind of like temporary marriage. If a Dintph female ever got into estrus without a mating contract, she would act like a literal cat in heat until she found a suitable mate. This more often than not resulted in friction with other beings as a female in estrus wouldn’t care whose boyfriend/mate/partner she was trying to fuck. On a ship the solution was either to find a suitable mate and establish a mating contract or voluntary isolation in one’s crew cabin.

Gus pondered the pros and cons of telling the captain that he’d pushed one of her science officers into estrus. He quickly realised that he didn’t know anything about xenos torture methods. The captain and her severe, cold, beautiful, gorgeous demeanour would most likely want to beat the fuck out of him or confine him to the brig or his cabino. Being a little bitch and not saying anything seemed like the better option.

Sil stirred on his bed, her form still snuggled tightly beneath the polymer cover. He saved all his files, powered down the holodisplays and went to her. Her cute ears twitched and her eyes cracked open. Her nose scrunched up before repeatedly sniffing about, trying to catch some scent or the other. He leaned in and the nose twitching intensified. She purred and slowly moved towards him. Her left hand lazily reached up, lightly grabbing the lapel of his overshirt and pulled him with surprising suddenness and force. He ended up on the bed, half-kneeling over her with his head pressed against the inside of Sil’s neck.

She purred some more, rubbing her cheek against the top of his head, still half-asleep. Her pull became more insistent and he was now lying on his side with Sil’s curled form pressed tightly against his belly. Her ears tickled his chin and her smooth fur felt like heaven wherever it touched his bare skin. Her tail was lazily coiling and uncoiling, moving like a drunken snake. He could see that her uniform was customised so that the tail had a wide enough hole to go through. He could see some of the orange-white fur she had around the base of the tail. On impulse he reached over and gently grabbed it near the base.

Sil’s purring changed in tone, carrying a kind of disapproval but her tail wrapped itself around his wrist slowly. He loosened his hold on the base and started to gently stroked what he could with his thumb. Sil kept purring and sleepily unfurled from her ball-posture. Her head collided with his chin before changing direction and stopping with her mouth level with the side of his neck. Her two hands where in front of her and gently gripped his overshirt near his meagre pecs. More surprising was the leg she threw up over his hip. It was strangely aggressive given what he knew of Sil but not unheard of for a sleeping person (or catperson for that matter) to latch onto whatever was near.

He lost track of how long he stayed in this position but he knew better than to move even when he started losing sensation in the arm underneath Sil’s body. He had nowhere to be either so he immersed himself in stroking Sil’s soft fur and listening to her contented purring. She would occasionally lick his neck or playfully nip his ear with her teeth. He released her tail and watched it uncoil from his wrist. On impulse he slid a finger from her neck to her pert butt, down her spine. The reaction was immediate: her purring grew in volume and her back arced upwards, pressing against his finger. His finger stayed where it was at the base of her tail and he reluctantly took it away when he heard Van’s chime.

“Update. Only one Earth hour left until lieutenant Sil Nubo has to report for duty. Suggestion. Cleaning up, eating and heading to your own cabin to get ready would be the optimum course of action, Lieutenant Sil Nubo.”

He felt her body gradually stiffen, muscles being recruited back to work from their slumber, soft curves turning firmer with alertness as sleep was chased by wakefulness. He chanced a look downwards and saw half-lidded eyes staring up at him.

“Hello you.”

“Hhhhrrrmmm…” She purred and blinked herself awake. “Hello.”

“So… You, uh, you heard AI right? It’s nearly time for you to report back for duty.”

“Don’t want.”

That’s new. “What do you mean ‘Don’t want?’ You’re supposed to be the responsible one here, not me.”

“Don’t want.” Her head suddenly buried itself in the crook of his neck and he felt another lick on his skin. “Stay here.”

Gus was flabbergasted. This was not in any of his predictions. “AI, is this normal behaviour for a female Dintph in the throes of a mating urge?”

“Affirmation. It would appear Lieutenant Sil Nubo has imprinted on you as a mating partner possibility. As such, she will want increased proximity with you, more attention and will grow jealous of others that seek to monopolise your time.”

“Great. That’s great. And by great, I mean not great.”

He gently grabbed Sil’s shoulder with his one responsive hand and started to push her away. “It’s wakey-wakey time Sil. I really don’t want to end up in the brig and you need to go to your shift.”

Sil buried her head further into his neck, pressing almost painfully into him. Her hands were now gripping his overshirt quite firmly and where showing no signs of releasing him. Her tail was angrily lashing against the bed with heavy strikes. He pushed harder but stopped when she quite literally growled and nipped his neck with more pressure than before.

He gave up and gathered her in his arms, hugging her close to him. Her purring reached a crescendo and her ears tickled his nose as he stroked her back. I’m in deep shit. “AI, is there a protocol in place if a Dintph gets into her mating period? Like, what happens? Is she exempt from duty? Does she have to make a report? Is there an HR meeting?”

“Query. What is an HR meeting?”

“HR is short for Human Resource. An HR meeting basically means that the people in a company that are assigned to care for the employees’ wellbeing come up to you and your partner and enquire if your interaction is going to affect the company and the people around you. It’s a bit more complicated than this but that’s the basics.”

“Correction. Such a role is assumed by the ship’s counsellor. Such a meeting is not required at this juncture however the captain must be notified if a crew member enters their mating period. Appropriate steps are then taken into account. Reserve members are called up to fill in a gap in the ship’s day to day roster for the required time frame.”

“Sounds great. Could you alert the captain for me please?”

“Affirmation. A report has already been sent.”

These are not the words I want to hear right now, Van.

“Has the captain issued a response?”

“Affirmation. The captain has taken the necessary steps.”

* * *

“Are you sure about this, AI?”

“Affirmation. Lieutenant Sil Nubo has entered the initial stages of her mating period. The onset was sudden and, due to his presence, the human Gustavo Martinez has been imprinted as a possible mating partner.”

Echina sighed. This is going to get messy. “Has Lieutenant Nubo shown any of the signs of aggression indicating deeper imprinting?”

“Affirmation. Initial observations indicate that Lieutenant Sil Nubo has already developed a possessive attitude towards the human Gustavo Martinez. She has also indicated that she prefers his company to working on her assigned shift. Guidelines suggest granting her an amnesty on any ship duties for the duration of the mating period.”

“Hmm… that sounds about right. Issue a notification to the concerned crew members regarding the lieutenant’s state and prepare the necessary follow-up deskwork.”

“Confirmation. The appropriate steps have been taken.”

“How did Nubo imprint on him anyway?”

“Observation. Lieutenant Sil Nubo and the human Gustavo Martinez were discussing the different aspects of human culture and social rituals in the diplomatic cabin. Lieutenant Nubo decided to stay in the cabin after her assigned shift had ended to obtain data for her personal files. After the onset of her mating urges, she fell asleep. Upon waking, she imprinted on the human Gustavo Martinez, perhaps due to the closeness she felt to him and by virtue of being the first potential mate she saw when waking up.”

Echina grunted. Coincidences upon coincidences. “Now then… What do we do about the human? AI, how likely are they to mate at this juncture?”

“Calculating. Based on observed data, there is a 78% chance of the human Gustavo Martinez and Lieutenant Sil Nubo to copulate as a result of the onset of the mating period.”

Echina chewed her lower lip in contemplation. “AI, schedule a meeting with the human and Lieutenant Nubo. We will address the issues surrounding their circumstances.”

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Chapter 2

Gus grew bored of staring at the pinkish haze in front of him. His world had shrunk to this bed, the overhead lights and the field. He had fiddled with the console to no avail and was now leaning back on the bed, hands crossed behind his head.

Well, I’m not dead yet and there hasn’t been any probing, anal or otherwise, so I guess I’m safe.

He noticed the flurry of activity from the shadows beyond the field and suddenly three of the shadows left, leaving behind a newcomer who got busy fiddling with whatever instrument was out there. He was quite curious and pressed his face against the forcefield. He was lucky none of the fields he encountered were dangerous. He only felt a slight tingle on his skin while touching them.

Hey… I wonder…

He peered at the field. If he could feel a tingle on his skin then… what about other, more sensitive parts of his body?

What does it taste like?

His mouth split in a mischievous grin.

* * *

Sil Nubo was busying herself with the scanner. She had run a preliminary check on the xenos, ran it again, then decided to do some light maintenance on the systems. Every reading she was picking up from her subject was wrong. She had the data from the scout probe running in parallel on another console and she tried to correlate what her scanner was reading with what the probe had picked up.

She frowned, her ears twitching in dismay. The captain was right. It really was a category thirteen planet. High gravity, about ten times what her homeworld of Dith had, hostile and carnivorous fauna, hostile flora, unstable environment, so on and so forth. She could hardly believe her eyes.

The scanners chimed, indicating their readiness after completing the self-maintenance sub-routine. It picked up the exact same results for the third time. Sil decided her instruments were working perfectly fine and the xenos was simply…as surprising as the readings were showing.

She looked up from the console to see the xenos licking the containment field.

What is it doing? Is it hungry? Even if it were hungry why would it lick that? Is that a xenos custom? Should I stop it? That tongue looks pretty tasty.

A million thoughts were running through her head as she observed it licking the field then shudder. It obviously liked that and repeatedly licked it.

“Lieutenant Nubo, I have successfully decrypted the xenos language. Adding to translator data matrix.” The cold, robotic voice paused for an instant before continuing. “Data matrix successfully updated. Contacting ship captain.”

“Thank you AI. That was quicker than expected. I can speak to it now, can’t I?”

“Warning. Contact with new species of xenos is not recommended without a full support team. Advice. Wait for full support team to arrive.”

“Yes, yes. A few questions won’t hurt, will they?” Sil had a feral grin on her face as she looked at her test subject. “Wait – what is it doing? Is it taking its clothes off?”

“Calculating. There is a 78% probability that the xenos is taking its clothes off.”

Sil started a full holo recording on her personal datapad and softly spoke in her transmitter. “Subject zero zero has started taking its clothes off. The purpose of that is unknown. I suspect it is an instinctive and ritualistic behaviour. It is probably trying to alleviate stress and nervousness through – AI, what is that?” she asked, voice full of shock.

“Calculating. Based on physiology similarity to known species, there is a 57% chance that the xenos is displaying its reproductive appendage.”

But it’s too big for a reproductive organ. Sil’s mind was boggled. What is it doing now? It’s holding that organ and moving its hand all over it.

“AI, can you figure out what it’s doing?”

“Calculating. 35% chance that it is engaging in a mating ritual. 25% chance that it is engaging in a mating display. 13% chance that it is engaging in a threat display.”

Mating ritual? But it can’t see outside the field. What is it trying to mate with? I need more data.

“AI, lower the visibility field.”

* * *

Gus was rubbing his cock all over the pink field. It made his glans tingle deliciously. Admittedly, he shouldn’t be rubbing one out right in this situation but hey, he really had nothing better to do. The pleasurable sensation was threatening to send him over the edge but he employed his not inconsiderable willpower to slowing the advent of his orgasm.

This forcefield business is working out pretty well actually.

He started rubbing his cock head in circles on the field and nearly splooshed everywhere but he held back when suddenly the field shifted from opaque pink to a clear surface. He was so surprised he flinched back and hit the bed behind him, letting go of his junk and trying to pull his pants up.

Dammit! I was just getting to the good part!

He looked up, eyebrows scrunched in a scowl and froze.

Is that…

He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Yes, it was still there. The newcomer was staring at him from across the field. He whooped with laughter and saw her jump back and press something on her belt.

Ha ha ha, yes!! THERE’S AN HONEST TO GOD CATGIRL IN FRONT OF ME!!!

He finished pulling his pants up, smiled and waved at her. She (and it was definitely a she) has triangular cat ears on her head, with green cat eyes (complete with vertical irises) and white-streaked, orange fur all over her arms. Her face was as cute as a button and she nervously licked her lips at his scrutiny. Her uniform was doing nothing to hide the large lumps that were her breasts and her slim figure. He could see her tail lashing in what he assumed was a nervous tick, just like cats on Earth. Her hands ended in delicate-looking fingers, with small tufts of orange fur on the back. She was about 150 cm tall and nervously approached the field.

You know what, fuck it! I’ve no clue when I’m going to get a chance like this again!

He hastily dropped his pants and released the kraken. The catgirl flinched as he stared at her with a feverish gaze. His fist was stroking his pole at mach speed and he was rubbing its head on the field for maximum pleasure. He started moaning and closed his eyes, picturing her sucking on his balls and he unleashed a torrent of hot cum all over the forcefield.

He sucked in a shuddering breath and leaned back on the bed, feeling the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had. He eventually opened his eyes to see her face juxtaposed with his dripping cum.

Holy shit, that’s hot. I wonder if she knows what I did. Better hope not.

He wiped himself with his shirt and pulled his pants up. He was debating what to do when he heard her speak.

“Greetings. I am Lieutenant Sil Nubo, science officer of the Pride of Vanatu. Was that a mating ritual?”

He stared at her.

Just stared.

She repeated her question and he suddenly realised that it wasn’t her voice he was hearing. He looked up, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Are you talking to me through a computer?”

“Affirmation. I am the Pride of Vanatu’s onboard mainframe AI. I am currently acting as an intermediary to translate Lieutenant Sil Nubo’s words.”

“Cool! What’s your name? What do you do here? How can you speak my language now? Where did you come from? What am I doing here? Is this a spaceship? Sil Nubo, is that the catgirl over there?” He paused, barely sucking in a breath before the voice interrupted him again.

“I am the Pride of Vanatu’s onboard mainframe artificial intelligence. You are currently on the starship Pride of Vanatu of the New Intergalactic Coalition of Sonder. I have extrapolated your language from the data scanned by one of our scout probes. I am not authorised to reveal more.”

The voice paused before continuing.

“Greetings. I am Lieutenant Sil Nubo, science officer of the Pride of Vanatu. Was that a mating ritual?”

He blinked. He guessed the catgirl was trying to communicate.

“Hello, I’m Gus, from Earth. Yeah, nah, that wasn’t a… uh… wasn’t a mating ritual. It’s just something I do when I’m stressed. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention that to anyone else.”

There was a delay as she processed what he said.

“My salutations, Gus from earth. What kind of earth are you from? If that wasn’t a mating ritual then what was it?”

“No, no, Earth is the planet I’m from.” He pointed at the TV showing Earth slowly spinning in orbit. “And that … ritual was something very private. I thought no one was around, so I was indulging myself,” he quickly lied, trying to cover up the fact that he had in fact masturbated harder once he saw her.

She was very close to the forcefield now. She was staring at his still dripping cum and licking her lips. That is one sexy cat. She reached out and touched the field, as if trying to scoop up his cum. He grinned.

“You know what Sil Nubo? I’d be happy to show you that ritual once we’re somewhere more private.”

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