Observation Post 501-3

This story was originally written for the On the Job event in April 2025.

Thanks to PennyThompson for some invaluable suggestions and feedback.

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CHAPTER 1

A ripple stirred the face of water, spotless except for this shallow frown. A corn cob of lumpy bubbles touched the surface and popped soundlessly in the clean, mechanically treated air. More bubbles followed, and from where they broke through came gentle waves that washed over the gray banks of a room-sized basin. The waves retreated momentarily, exposing the smooth, silvery texture of the shallow container. Its slanted walls ran through several step-like shelves -- submerged, wet, splashed with droplets, and finally dry -- which gradually emerged from their arcing slope.

A few seconds later a figure started to appear. The silhouette seemed to repel the waning darkness, as the soft ambient light filled the chamber to illuminate its slow emergence. Though it was mostly above the water line, there were still many cascades that flowed around the distinctly humanoid shape, sliding down its bends and clinging to its sweeps. They receded but only slowly; the water drained from the dark, cerulean patches of smooth skin and allowed them to turn a lighter shade of blue.

"Dimmer," the figure spoke, as it carefully walked up the steps to exit the shallow basin.

As always in the morning, the watery burrow was reluctant to simply let go. It offered warmth, comfort, and that primal sense of safety which the dry land could never truly provide. But it was on land where the excitement and opportunity lay, and so it beckoned every living thing to learn to walk up those same careful steps.

Only then, eventually, they'd be able to take the giant leaps for their kind.

"Status?" asked the same figure, shaking the last few droplets off of its lustrous skin. Although it still shone in the scattered light of the cabin, the pale blue complexion was a telltale sign of acceptably low levels of moisture.

"No events warranting immediate attention," the response came, spoken in an automatic voice that had a vaguely feminine timbre. "Ten major and two hundred minor events available for review at one's convenience. Is there a desire for an abridged version?"

"There is," said the azure humanoid, letting out a soft wheezing sound, "but I'm reminding you, again, that your phrasing needs work."

"Apologies proffered. Priority of language model refinement will be increased."

A more breathy sound left its mouth in reply, which seemed to indicate mild exasperation. It cocked the rounded head and ran its fingers through the dense kelp of thin tendrils that reached all the way down to its midsection. Deciding that there was no need to grace the obstinate automaton with a verbal response, it shrugged its shoulders and took several more steps forward.

As the creature approached the double-span, sliding door which led out of the sleeping area, a small diode next to it turned light blue and emitted a pleasant chime. The door moved away with a quiet swish, and outside there was a tiny buffer area where walls were lined with an array of narrow shelves. On each one lay a stack of elastic garments, fitting snugly around the creature's slender body while allowing completely free and unrestricted movement.

It wasn't a standard issue uniform. Out there, beyond even the farthest of civilized regions, there was no need for such formalities. The clothes here could be as plain and as minimal as one desired, above all else emphasizing comfort and familiarity.

This was, after all, a long-term and often solitary assignment. For the sole crew member, stationed inside a very remote observation post, the freedom of choice when it comes to dress was one of the odd perks of the job.

"Much better," she said, as the tight fabric trapped the last bits of precious moisture around the sensitive parts of her body. It wasn't strictly necessary to cover them: even if the skin dried out completely, she'd only have to suffer through some mildly unpleasant itchiness. But she knew that this sensation would distract her for the remainder of the day, so she'd always make sure to shield herself from the sterile air of the station.

Besides, she simply liked putting on at least the bare minimum of garments. It made her feel like a proper person again: a clothed biped, walking upright and using tools and technology. Not like those wild, aquatic beasts that still roamed the vast oceans of her homeworld.

Or indeed like those long-nosed, amusingly playful creatures that the locals on the planet below called dolphins.

"Alright, let's see what the silly machine calls 'major'," she muttered as she sat down in her favorite working area on the main deck, tastefully decorated with soothing water fixtures. "Yesterday it was some new viral trend on their social media, so I don't have high hopes..."

She sighed at the increasingly vapid inanity that seemed to permeate the culture of her research subjects. Yet she couldn't help but to feel thankful that, for all their faults and indiscretions, the antics they'd been engaging in recently were -- from an outside point of view -- relatively harmless.

Her name was Courjee -- that's how she would render it in one of the dominant languages of this curious planet. She had been stationed here for many tens of its orbits around the central star -- a pleasant and yellow lantern, rather more energetic than the weak reddish sun of her distant home. Basking in its abundant rays, the small bluish sphere also seemed to bristle with energy, which evidently contributed to the feisty nature of its inhabitants.

Courjee was in equal parts intrigued and put off by it. It was notably different from how her own species behaved. Most of her people believed in doing things at a gradual pace, preferring the languid waves of stable shorelines over the rapid flow of young rivers. They never strayed too far from the water basins of their beautiful oceanic cradle, even as the progress of civilization pushed them to settle very densely on every available island and inlet.

Few of them ventured far into the great unknown of outer space. Fewer still made it a habit to undertake interstellar voyages with any regularity. But because they'd had quite a large head start, they still managed to spread over a respectable chunk of the galaxy. Indeed, they had already established several large colonies before any other major race in the galaxy made it out of its ancestral planet.

Nowadays, her people were the thin backbone of the whole civilized space -- loved by many, resented by some, but widely respected as the foremost diplomats and communicators that they were. They weren't easy to find outside of their native systems, however, and only the most adventurous among them would go forth and investigate the newly discovered, seemingly intelligent species.

Courjee was one such explorer, eager to learn all there was about the up-and-coming alien cultures. She knew how exciting it could be, to closely observe an entire civilization as it gradually develops its science and culture over time. However, after a long and illustrious career in the field of xenocultural studies, even she would readily admit that watching over primitive aliens could at times get -- well, rather boring.

"Sporting event... Unimportant elections... Three-month low at the stock exchange," she read the itemized list off of a paper-thin, handheld device. "Sporting event... Music award nominations... Another sporting event... Seriously? This is what passes for major news now?"

Her automatic assistant had compiled this daily dossier while Courjee was asleep in her private pond. It did so by tapping into the low-tech communication channels used by the locals, such as the radio waves passed between their primitive satellites.

The assistant was a tailor-made A. I.. It had been trained over vast amounts of language and cultural data encountered by hundreds of observation posts scattered all over the galaxy. Its priorities should thus be unimpeachable, its judgments of extremely high quality -- and yet Courjee couldn't help but feel underwhelmed by most of its recent findings.

On the bright side, it also had enough good sense not to answer her rhetorical questions.

"Trifles," she summed up the report, sighing again as she set the pad back on the table. She leaned back in the chair and stared vacantly at the regolith ceiling. "Ceaseless Waves wash over me... Do I actually miss the days when these creatures were teetering on the brink of extinction...?"

Memories came back to her, hailing from the decades past -- just around the time when she arrived at her post. They were still fresh in her mind, like a salty breeze over a rocky windswept coast; Courjee inhaled them deeply.

She remembered how she was chosen for this assignment. The request came on a very short notice, because she had to quickly replace a rather less experienced colleague. He had been watching over the planet below for several hundreds of its years, ever since its denizens figured out the basics of gravity and orbital motion. U'eshay was an eager and conscientious Observer -- the official name given to specialists like him or Courjee -- but at the time he was still a young rookie who hadn't yet earned his fins.

He could do just fine during periods of relative stability, even if the locals would call one such period The Industrial Revolution. But it was clearly beyond his skills to handle an actual, planetary-scale crisis. He was even less prepared to carry out proper first contact protocols, which, at the time, seemed like they could be necessary. Had worst come to worst, if those foolhardy humans made a mistake in their global game of brinkmanship, the Observer would have no choice but to act decisively and reveal himself in the process.

After all, one does not destroy hundreds of nuclear warheads mid-flight and expect everyone to simply get over it.

"I'm glad that didn't happen," she whispered, and yet there was a trace of mischievous smirk curling her navy blue lips. "Although..."

Yes, Courjee remembered those days well, filled with a frantic scramble. Before she even arrived, still on board of her sub-light liner, she was already preparing for that dreadful and exciting contingency.

How do you impress upon three billion sentient beings, many of which had never ventured beyond their home village, that there is a whole vastness of civilized space outside of their stellar neighborhood?... Whatever you'd think you would do, the truth was that there was no real way to do it gently. Not to mention that when one half of the planet is firmly at the throats of the other half, there are still a hundred and one ways in which the situation can get ugly even in the absence of radioactive mushroom clouds.

Courjee knew that a massive cultural shock was pretty much unavoidable. There would be martial law everywhere and panicked riots on the streets. Worldviews would be shattered and people would struggle to pick up the pieces. Some would decide a universe where their species isn't on top of the pile is not a universe that is worth living in.

If they did, it would be their own choice. The only thing she was allowed to do was pity them.

But even as she pondered those grim scenarios, Courjee eventually had to crack a smile. She recalled telling U'eshay how they could fully expect the locals would call them gods, many a time, and that he should remember his Observer training and not let this get to his head.

He laughed in response. It was a heartfelt laughter, vigorous and full of life. What happened later was a particularly treasured memory of hers.

"Ah, if only you were still here..."

She leaned further back in the chair, activating a mechanism which gradually morphed the seat into a comfortable lounger. She brought her arms to her chest, then let the slender fingers travel down the length of her lissome body. They ventured swiftly past her narrow core and reached one of the two pieces of elastic garment that she wore.

This one clung to the delicate area around the joints of her lower limbs. It was a sensitive spot, important for both biological and social reasons, so female individuals would usually cover it to keep it moist. Though somewhat small and inconspicuous, this part of the body also had one very unique property.

Touching it was always intensely pleasurable.

"Ooooooh," Courjee let out a protracted, husky cry. "Aaaaaaaah!" she then added, as her hand rubbed the wet area between her legs.

She had only just began to massage it, working in circles and spreading the moisture all over its perfectly smooth expanse. But already she was feeling the rush of warm blood, pumping through every vein and artery in her gently twitching body. It was positively exhilarating, as this rising warmth spread to the distant extremities and heated her up with keen excitement.

And yet this delicious sensation was merely an appetizer.

Right at the center was the innermost region, hidden beneath a protective layer of darkly blue skin. The barrier was vestigial and largely perfunctory; it didn't take much to open it, and to touch the musky walls within. This tight, exceedingly warm interior was even more sensitive than the outside: the lightest stimulation could easily set off a cascade of exciting sensations. And if the touching and stroking continued, it wouldn't be long before they culminated in a blissful, shuddering crescendo.

"Ooooh... There... there it is..."

The blue-skinned female used her own fingers to pry open the wet folds of this enticing opening. She put several of them inside, and before long they were gliding in and out of the hot and cramped space. It was quite common for a solitary female to use her digits for this exact purpose; were she with a male, however, a different organ would likely be chosen instead.

"Owww, awww... ooooooh! Oooh..." Courjee moaned, picturing in her mind the taut and sleek form of her former companion. "Where are you now, U'eshay?... I need.... I need your nakpi inside me..."

Closing her eyes, she could almost feel it... A stiff and fleshy rod, working its way into the deep recesses of her soaked opening. The appendage was thick and wide, comfortably snug inside the narrow tunnel; it could practically seal it with its considerable length and girth. Once fully sheathed, he would move this solid shaft back and forth, rhythmically and without stopping, retracting it for just a brief moment and then pushing it all the way back inside.

Just like this wet canal of hers, along with all the delicate areas around it, this uniquely male organ was also incredibly receptive to stimulation. With enough rubbing and squeezing, Courjee's vigorous companion would experience his own apex of overwhelming physical pleasure, just as blissful and intense as hers. In his case, however, the thrusting organ would additionally release copious amounts of dense and rich fluid, all of which would be gratefully received by his older partner.

"Yeeees!" cried the excited female, lost in the memory of their energetic coupling. "Give it to me! Feed me... feed me all your tasty selshee!"

Her whole body seized, as every muscle rapidly contracted and immediately released all of its pent-up tension. She let out a high-pitched shriek that echoed through empty corridors, crying out in primal euphoria at the very crest of her powerful climax. Crashing waves of pleasure washed over her, over and over again, wringing moan after throaty moan while she desperately gasped for air.

She could barely get enough: the station's air was dry and thoroughly unfulfilling. But she orgasmed all the same, overpowered by the intensity of her release, struggling for the slightest bit of oxygen and yet helpless against the relentless barrage of blissful sensations. It wasn't until her trembling body finally collapsed, and she fell back limply on the chair, that Courjee managed to properly catch a full breath; but she was still panting several minutes later, exhausted and totally drained.

"Mabla!" she cursed. "I always forget... it's not a good idea... to do this on dry land..."

Nonetheless, the tired Observer couldn't help but to crack a wide smile. This short session of self-pleasure had predictably flooded her system with a deluge of rewarding chemicals; she was bound to feel incredibly good right now. While it was considered self-indulgent to engage in this kind of activity on your own, Courjee felt she was perfectly justified. All alone in this remote outpost, it wasn't like she had anyone else she could do this with.

"Worth it, though," she whispered, then let out a contented sigh.

She thought back to U'eshay again, and to that brief and joyous time they had shared. He would often put his nakpi inside her, each time making her scream louder and more ecstatically than she'd ever done with any other male. It puzzled her, how this younger and (presumably) much less experienced man could've been so adept at bringing about such exquisite pleasure.

There was an uncanny quality to his technique, a peculiar mixture of familiar tenderness and animated fervor. He would thrust his turgid appendage into Courjee's soaking wet depths with such raw and primal force that she'd often get overwhelmed by it.

Most of the time it almost felt like he was using her, having no regard for her own pleasure, but in the end she would climax with such breathtaking ferocity that the dry atmospheric air wouldn't be enough to keep her conscious. When she'd wake up after a short time, she would always find herself in the gentle embrace of her caring partner. He would gaze into her sapphire eyes and smile.

For a long time she mustered the courage to confront him about this unusual style of coupling. Every time she tried something would always come up, invariably related to the volatile situation that persisted on the planet below. Eventually, though, it became evident that the hotheaded species wouldn't actually destroy themselves in the foreseeable future, and so Courjee finally managed to broach the topic with U'eshay.

He was quick to flash her a broad grin in response, which was then followed by a hearty laugh.

"I'll show you," he said, and handed her a portable screen. It was playing a low-resolution video that depicted a pair of humans, who looked to be engaging in a strange physical activity. The female had assumed a quadrupedal stance, uncharacteristic of their species, while the male appeared to be pushing something into the hind section of her body. The throaty sounds they were making were unlike any of the myriad human languages Courjee had studied so far.

"What is this?" she asked reflexively, before taking a better look and adding, "Wait, this seems familiar... Are they doing the same thing that we do?"

"In a manner of speaking," U'eshay replied, a grin still lingering on his face. "When it comes to biology, the immediate purpose of this activity is actually reproduction."

Fascinated, Courjee watched the vigorous mating ritual. It was all new to her. Because of her nigh-exclusive preoccupation with crisis response and emergency first contact scenarios, she hadn't had time to familiarize herself with "irrelevant" trivia. This would include basic human anatomy -- which, shockingly to her, wasn't actually all that different compared to their own.

"Huh," she let out incredulously. "So this is simply how they breed? That's... quite sad, really, because I can tell this looks almost as enjoyable as --"

"No, no," her companion interrupted excitedly. "Breeding is just the biological function. They call this 'sex', or more colloquially 'fucking', and there's plenty of complex and shifting societal norms around it. But as far as I understand, in this day and age the reproductive function is often suppressed with the use of technology. So in reality, this 'sex' is used mostly for bonding and recreation."

Courjee nodded, transfixed by the ongoing action on the screen. "Now this makes more sense to me," she said, biting her lower lip, as she felt a growing itch under her bottom garment. "So, this is what you've been doing to me, huh? We've been 'fucking' in the same way these humans do, and it's been so good that I'd often pass out?"

It was her turn to grin now, and U'eshay responded in kind.

"Essentially, yes," he said, pointing at the device in her hands, "except that this particular video is just one example of many. I sifted through a large sample of their media, and it seems like there exist countless more instances similar to this recording. It looks like this activity is just as major part of their culture as its equivalent is of ours."

She nodded again, absentmindedly, as she continued to watch the energetic coupling. At this point it seemed that it had reached its most intense stage, with the naked female arching her back and giving out a husky groan that dragged on for a good dozen of her partner's jerky strokes. She groaned and took several deep breaths, as if gathering more strength to withstand the ongoing assault from the vigorous male behind her.

Courjee let out an involuntary gasp. She was all but mesmerized by the fervor of this wild mating. The familiar itch below her core gnawed at her with growing insistence, and she found herself wishing to trade places with this female human -- to feel the strength of her partner's deep thrusts, and to fully submit to his raw, savage passion.

It was a thought that made her shudder. She wasn't sure, at first, whether it was more from excitement or from fear.

But her feelings quickly became clear when the male let out his own primal grunt, his whole body trembling in a powerful orgasmic seizure. Her cobalt-blue eyes drank the lurid spectacle, seeing every spasm and twitch and quiver, until the mating couple reached the end of their shared climax and the video abruptly cut off.

"This was, uh, very instructive," Courjee said then, her voice low and shaky. She put the screen away and turned towards her smirking crew mate. "But now I am left wondering... Is there anything else that you've learned from these humans and you didn't show me yet?"

He laughed then, in the same joyfully charming way that captivated her the first time. "Do you want to find out?"

She purred approvingly, falling into his embrace, and within moments his hard shaft was inside her yet again.

"OOOOOOH!" cried Courjee in the present, as she still lay on the sinuous chaise longue. She was writhing in pleasure of another quaking orgasm, which ripped violently through her tall and limber body. Multiple fingers had been working diligently inside the damp and hot place between her legs, churning it incessantly, while she kept recalling her past encounters with U'eshay and his thick, long nakpi.

She vividly remembered how those encounters had been both frequent and immensely enjoyable. They both became avid practitioners of this so-called 'sex', and for the remainder of his stay they'd usually indulge in it several times each day.

By itself, this was not unusual. Most adults of their species would freely couple with those around them, for indeed the practice was an important part of their culture. It harkened back to the primordial days in the vast oceans of their homeworld.

In those times, one often had to travel long distances in search for adequate food, and thus couldn't afford to waste any of it once found. If a particular feast happened to be more sumptuous than floating krill or a small sea creature, their bodies would store the excess nutrients and process them into a readily digestible, thick and tasty liquid known as selshee.

This delicacy was then shared with the less fortunate members of the group, strengthening the social ties though the expectation of reciprocity. As groups became tribes and tribes became settlements, this practice had continued and became entrenched in their burgeoning civilization. It certainly helped that evolution had made sharing quite enjoyable, as selshee could only be secreted following pleasurable stimulation of certain parts of the body.

These days, of course, no one in their technologically advanced society was in any danger of starvation. But the custom of sharing spoils of the "hunt" remained just as widespread and popular.

Since everyone had plenty to give at all times, whenever two individuals coupled with each other there would be mutual sharing between them, usually at the same time. If the pair was male and female, the unwritten rule was that the male would shoot his offering between her legs, while simultaneously lapping up the creamy outpourings from the two teardrop-shaped glands on the female's large chest.

This was decidedly not the case with Courjee and her young partner. For these two, their frequent couplings had become largely asymmetric, with a clear giver and receiver. Influenced by the depictions of human sex U'eshay would dig up, they adopted plenty of new and unorthodox positions, many of which made it blatantly obvious as to who was fucking whom.

Regardless of whether she was on the receiving end of his impassioned efforts, or whether it was her who rode or otherwise pleasured his solid fuck-stick, she found that this imbalance made their couplings notably more exciting.

"Mmmm," she purred, still savoring the aftertaste of all those thrilling memories. By human reckoning those events were decades in the past, and her ingenious accomplice had long since moved on to hone his skills -- Observer skills -- in a different system half a galaxy away.

But Courjee remembered what he showed her, and took from him the same keen interest in all things related to how human had sex.

"Well, I guess I'll have a look at what those 'minor' events are," she said, pulling the hand out of her shorts and sitting up in the chair which was fully upright again. "With some luck, I should have plenty of time left to review a couple more videos..."

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CHAPTER 2

To be an Observer was technically just a career choice like any other. In some aspects, though, to become one was to also to answer an unusual calling. There was no great honor in it, least of all among Courjee's people, who regarded this vocation as one only suited for weird, poorly adjusted oddballs.

It wasn't difficult to see a lot of merit in those opinions. Who would want to leave the safety and comfort of their pristine, carefully developed, practically utopian aquatic worlds, and exchange them for hiding inside cramped, very artificial observation posts at the edge of what was considered even remotely civilized space?... Loners and misfits, that's who. Perhaps the society was better off without them, many would say, if they preferred the company of barely developed primitives.

But in truth, such sentiment wasn't really all that prevalent. Back on Courjee's homeworld, you would be hard-pressed to find anyone who'd think about the Observers at all.

Which, of course, was a rather inconvenient state of affairs. Courjee's people, the prenuu, were easily the best suited species for this unique job. Extremely long-lived, they could potentially witness the entire history of whichever primitive culture was currently in their purview -- from the first manual tools to a fully functioning orbital infrastructure.

To be clear, none would actually do so; it was common to rotate the crews between different observation posts at least every few Earth-centuries. This ensured that they could widely share their rare knowledge and experience, especially in handling disasters and first contact scenarios; and that they wouldn't grow too attached to any species who were their research subjects.

Most of the time, the newcomers wouldn't have any issues picking up the work handed to them by their predecessors. The same communication skills that made prenuu so valued as diplomats were also of immense help when trying to understand the foibles of hitherto unknown alien species. They could readily master the relatively simple languages used on primitive planets, and intuitively grasp both basic and advanced concepts that uncontacted cultures could come up with on their own. Even the highly trained A. I.'s that each post was equipped with would often fall short when compared to the impeccable instincts of the Observers.

Alas, despite those innate advantages, only a few of Courjee's compatriots would sign up for work at the literal margins of the sprawling Galactic Union. The Observers' guild was therefore just a small part of the Dicastery of Alien Relations, whose bureaucratic apparatus dealt primarily with 'aliens' who knew full well what the Union was.

Not so in the case of those blissfully unaware primitives, of course, though the possibility of first contact always loomed somewhere on the horizon. Once it should come to pass, the freshly inducted species would first become a Union's protectorate, its affairs handled by the Dicastery until it was ready for a full membership.

One day, Courjee knew, this exact thing would happen to her feisty aliens. For now, though, secrecy was job one, and in the absence of planet-destroying threats her duties would rarely, if ever, extend anywhere beyond watching.

"Ooooh yes, yes... YEEEES! Fuck me! Fuck me with your huge cock!"

Sometimes, in a very literal sense.

"Harder, stud! Harder! Fucking destroy my white pussy with your big black --"

"Ugh, not this again," she said, as she turned off the evidently pornographic video and scowled at the wall-sized screen. "What's up with this weird kink? It's useless! No one's going to find it novel or exciting when cross-species mating has been routine for ages!"

She let out a sigh and lazily waved a swishing hand gesture that made the next video appear immediately on the screen.

Despite outward appearances, in this moment Courjee was very much doing her job. She was currently in the station's entertainment area; it was furnished for comfort above all else, so it included a shallow basin she could lie in to protect the moisture in her skin. She was doing exactly that -- lounging naked in the soft and soothing water -- while she gently caressed the most sensitive spots on her body that remained submerged at all times.

"What are you doing, step-bro?" said a perky blonde on the screen. Her dazzling smile faded instantly as she saw a young man approach her with unflagging confidence. "Where are your clothes?! You can't just walk around the house like that, with your big... uh, I mean... with your hard..."

Her voice faltered when she beheld his equally unflagging erection, pointing straight ahead and swaying as he walked. "You like it?" he asked with a cocky smirk, then quickly grabbed her hand and placed it on the throbbing shaft. "Feel it?... It is big and hard, because you are just too hot, sis!"

The girl's eyes went wide in a poorly acted shock, before she moved her hand to stroke the impressive organ. Shortly after her 'brother' pushed her shoulders down without meeting any resistance, and before long she was eagerly swallowing the full length of his long erection.

"Oooh, that's not bad," Courjee moaned, her own hand slipping dexterous fingers inside the heated opening between her legs. "A bit taboo... given the rigid structure... of most human families... ahh!"

She continued to watch the video while fingering herself at a steady pace, feeling the excitement build up in her system over several pleasurable minutes. A gentle yet satisfying orgasm ran through her body at the end, after the pair of 'siblings' had already moved on to fucking on the laundry room floor. Scooping a small dollop of milky substance from her substantial chest glands, she waved at the automatic assistant with a happy smile on her face.

"Query?"

"Search through their networks for more material on this theme," she said with a slight pant, as she licked her fingers clean and brought them back to her heaving chest. "We might be able to turn it into something interesting..."

"I'll update my list of priorities to reflect this request."

"Thanks," the navy blue-skinned woman threw in reply, then focused her attention back on the screen. She made several more gestures, much more intricate this time, which resulted in a few changes to the pornographic video she had just watched. The blonde girl had been replaced with no other than Courjee herself, and the young man was now the prenuu version of the skinny actor, complete with the same hard 'penis' that was ready to feed and fuck her.

Satisfied at the result, she played the new video and proceeded to touch herself to a powerful, selshee-spraying climax.

Needless to say, this routine was rapidly becoming the favorite part of her job. It was perfectly acceptable, too: what she was doing was squarely within regular Observer duties.

While their ongoing research into primitive alien cultures was largely an academic exercise, from time to time it could produce some broadly useful memetic artifacts. These were the few unique ideas and concepts that, in spite of their rustic origins, were worth disseminating among more advanced civilizations throughout the known galaxy.

Or, at the very least, they were amusing enough to be picked up by individual artisans or large entertainment conglomerates. They would then try and turn those figments of alien imagination into something an average galactic citizen would enjoy.

The bizarre sexual practices of those strange humanoids from planet Earth turned out to be exactly such an amusing curiosity. At first Courjee wasn't sure if anyone else would find them as titillating as she did. No one before her had tried to do something like that -- to peddle mere reproductive habits of some far-flung aliens as something of potential interest to everyone in the galaxy. She was certainly being quite unorthodox, to present them as intriguing cultural artifacts.

But within just a few Earthen years, transmission lag included, it became clear that Courjee's doubts had been totally unfounded. What humans called sex became the most popular fad to have come out of an observation post in recent memory -- in what her people would consider recent memory. It certainly confirmed the old adage whose origins had been lost to the eons.

Whenever someone meets an unknown alien creature, there are always three questions he will try to answer, in order.

First: will it kill me?

Second: can I talk to it?

And then, finally: can I fuck it?

Courjee was endlessly amused that, for the time being, humans would remain totally oblivious to how many millions or even billions of individuals had asked precisely that last question about them.

Indeed, she herself had wondered more than once. Speculative xenobiology wasn't anywhere near her skill set, but reading the notes left by U'eshay left her with the impression that the two species weren't physically incompatible.

If one squinted hard enough, she thought, the crucial organs of her body had some pretty clear human analogues. The more human porn she watched -- often substituting herself for the female actors -- the more frequently she would slip and start referring to her own 'pussy', 'boobs' and 'ass'. If nothing else, it was a handy vocabulary for things that Earth languages couldn't possibly have words for.

And so the busty, blue-skinned hottie would spend a significant chunk of her daily schedule browsing through seemingly endless reservoirs of erotic media of every kind. Hardly bothering to wear any clothes, she luxuriated in the cozy bathtub and pleasured herself for hours on end, sometimes using a variety of toys she had replicated using the standard issue molecular printer. She would tally dozens of orgasms over a typical session, not only while 'reviewing' the raunchy videos her assistant had found but also when indulging in her own erotic fantasies.

Though her species did not have a sex drive per se, the compulsion to seek and repeat pleasurable experiences was universal across all life. As a result Courjee had developed a kind of ersatz libido, keeping her 'horny' for the better part of each day. This craving for physical release could get a bit distracting at times, but she found that it also gave her an extra kick that made some tedious tasks much more palatable.

She also felt like this newfound 'sex drive' allowed her to better relate to the more ornery and disagreeable parts of the human nature.

In short, the intrepid Observer had found the perfect way to alleviate the pervasive boredom of her job. She now had a pastime that not only resulted in a widespread recognition of her efforts but, perhaps more importantly, enabled her to experience countless intense orgasms and a burning desire for more.

Every day she'd get herself off to the lurid sights of humans fucking. And every night she'd dream of the time when she'd finally get to fuck one herself.

***

"An intern?" Courjee asked incredulously, as her aquamarine lids fluttered over her deep blue eyes. "Sir, I admit I don't really know what that means... Perhaps you intended to say that I'll be hosting a junior Observer?"

She was facing her boss, Overseer Jithro, who sat across a long conference table and regarded her with a stoic expression. He was a prenuu just like her, but visibly older and (presumably) much wiser. He had gone past the halfway point of her people's exceedingly long lifespan and was showing the first signs of a more advanced age. The tendrils on his head had already started to bleach at the tips, and a few patches of his greenish-blue skin would now remain creased even after overnight soaking in water.

"I did not misspeak," he said calmly, "although I am aware that this is indeed a bit of a novelty..."

He leaned over and placed his palms on the table, all twelve fingers intertwined. He appeared to study the reaction on Courjee's face, looking up at her standing nearby and rubbing her chin pensively. A weak smile crept over his still-handsome visage, as his eyes momentarily flicked to take in the rest of the Observer's slender figure.

Except that he wasn't actually there: this was merely an impressively realistic hologram. In fact, the real Overseer Jithro wasn't even participating in this conversation.

The vast interstellar distances -- and, more importantly, a total lack of communication infrastructure in this remote system -- precluded them from having this chat in real time. Instead, as it was sometimes done in those circumstances, Courjee's boss had sent out his message in the form of a rudimentary A. I. program that could talk to her in his place. It also contained every piece of relevant information she could reasonably ask for in its data stream. The outpost's computer should eventually decode and analyze it without any issues.

All this data, however, was to remain encrypted until their meeting concluded. This was done to emulate the dynamics of an actual face-to-face conversation, which, even to Courjee's tastes, the old-fashioned man seemed overly fond of.

"So, this is a young and inexperienced individual," she said hesitantly, "who has only gone through the initial parts of Observer induction?"

The boss nodded, although there was a hint of uncertainty in his demeanor that didn't escape her notice.

"Correct. She had been appraised of the importance of maintaining secrecy, but otherwise she'll be starting fresh, so to speak..."

Courjee blinked. "Why?"

There was a sigh in response, and the holographic projection of the man's face gained a few more wrinkles. "Truth is that we are facing a staff shortage. The need for talented Observers is starting to outstrip supply, which was never abundant in the first place..."

He stood up and straightened the sumptuous robes which draped luxuriously over his tall frame. Briskly he walked to a flat white screen on the nearby wall, and it immediately lit up with a sharp, beautiful picture of the sparkling galactic disk. The Overseer motioned to it with a swish of his wide cuffs.

"The bubble of civilized space," he said, pointing to a large, colored region centered at the galactic core, "is growing at an ever-more rapid pace. It is nipping on the outer rims, which we always knew were a particularly hospitable areas for life. There are numerous primitive civilizations there yet to be discovered, and it's becoming more and more challenging to deploy and man the observation posts quickly enough. But it is imperative that we do it, as you are well aware, because without the Union's claim over those systems they would be exposed to usurpers and other dangerous influences..."

Her brow furrowed, Courjee nodded in understanding. She knew what he meant by usurpers: unscrupulous and power-hungry megalomaniacs, usually from the less savory member-species of the Galactic Union, who would jump at the opportunity to proclaim themselves god-kings or queens of some primitive alien system. Protection from such wannabe tyrants -- as well as from more mundane threats like stray asteroids -- was one of the main functions of observation posts.

"I see, sir," she said, adding her own sigh to his. "We are about to start fast-tracking new Observers then..."

The lines of his mature face converged on a kind smile as he nodded. "The Dicastery is trying very hard to make the job more enticing. Your exemplary work when it came to compiling all those, ahem, cultural artifacts has done quite a lot to attract a solid number of new candidates. We don't want to squander their enthusiasm, so to speak..."

It was rather difficult for Courjee to stifle a laugh, as she recalled precisely what kind of exemplary work she was receiving this praise for. She took it with a smile, feeling her insides heat up at the mere allusion to the sexual antics she'd been busying herself with.

"I believe I understand," she said eventually. "I am by no means opposed to this either, sir, if only for the selfish reason that I'm looking forward to having some company..."

He let out a soft chuckle that didn't move a single molecule of air. "Yes, that is one aspect which I am hoping we could eventually improve, although shifting towards multi-person crews would present even more staffing challenges," he mused, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "Oh, right, sorry about that. I take it then that you don't have any immediate concerns?... If so, then I'll let you return to your duties. Your assistant can pick apart this message and start preparing for the arrival of your guest. She hasn't yet started her journey, at the time that I'm sending out this communique, but of course from your point of view she has long since departed already..."

"Of course," said Courjee. "Sounds good. Thank you, sir."

The hologram disappeared, along with the swirling animation of the Milky Way and the Galactic Union's area of influence. She stared at the blank screen for a moment, unsure what to make of the unexpected news.

She was about to welcome more or less a complete rookie, who likely didn't have the faintest clue about anything beyond the comfortable core world she grew up on. She would then try and teach her the ins and outs of a job which the fate of an entire species could one day hinge upon.

"No pressure," she said to herself, putting on a wry smirk and turning around to leave the room.

***

CHAPTER 3

There was one funny paradox regarding the Observers -- those curious trailblazers, who always operated just a little bit beyond the periphery of developed space. To most primitive cultures they were the first representatives of highly advanced empires that comprised the Galactic Union, all of which commanded technology that enabled them to traverse the length and breadth of the galaxy.

At the same time, the Observers weren't doing much of said traversing themselves. Their job was about as stationary as it could get. Staying put for an extended period of time was basically a given, so Courjee didn't normally think much of the logistics of getting from star A to star B. The few times that she had pondered it, she would muse how she'd explain it in a way that someone from a low-tech culture could understand.

Much to the surprise of even this bright and inventive woman, she realized she'd have no trouble coming up with an analogy fit for planet Earth. It was quite obvious, really.

Space travel for her species was pretty much exactly like air travel was for humans.

Not that Courjee had actually experienced any of the latter, by the way. Being a race of sea dwellers who only reluctantly set their webbed feet on land, the prenuu had completely skipped over the invention of atmospheric flight. Instead of trying to brave the hurricane-like winds of their aquatic planet, their ancestors simply went directly for outer space.

And their early spaceships were quite ingenious indeed. Using their mastery over oceans, they would pump vast amounts of pressurized air and water under a given spot of the sea floor, such that it would result in an explosive launch of an immense "bubble-ship" straight into orbit. Protected from the squashing effects of rapid acceleration by hundreds of cubic tons of their natural environment, this bubble would reach escape velocity within seconds. Once in space, the crews of those vessels would activate whatever low-g propulsion systems they were equipped with -- like ion thrusters or solar sails -- and then happily proceed to explore the great beyond.

Humans, however, had had the luxury of taking it step by step. From ground to air, and then from air to space; and along the way they developed a reasonable method for traveling great distances across their own planet.

For a sizeable chunk of population it wasn't a big deal to hop on a plane and fly to a different state, hundreds of miles away, and get there within just a couple of hours. But this convenience could only possible on a mass scale if extensive infrastructure was first put in place. Large swathes of land drowned in concrete and turned into gigantic airports were just one piece of a complex transportation system.

In much the same way, it wasn't a big deal for Courjee's people to travel to a different star. The bulk of the journey took less time than even the shortest of commercial flights did for humans. There was but one thing of an utmost importance that anyone planning an interstellar voyage had to figure out first.

"There is a new update from our guest," the A. I. voice spoke up. "We received confirmation that she has now arrived at the Alpha transit station."

Namely: how far was it to your destination from the nearest wormhole?

"Hurray," Courjee said flatly, without taking her eyes off of the steamy romance novel she was reading. "So, if you got this message just now, then how long ago did she actually arrive there?"

"Approximately four years and five months ago; Earth time."

She scoffed lightly. "Well then, when can we expect her to show up here?"

"In about two more years."

"Lovely," said the aquamarine beauty, as she leisurely rubbed the excitable spot between her legs. "I guess I don't need to get dressed just yet, huh?"

If her assistant had some semblance of personality programmed into it, Courjee thought, it might've dropped a saucy wisecrack on how these days, she basically didn't get dressed at all. She would've let it slide: there was no denying that as of late, Courjee had allowed herself more than a few lapses in decorum.

The majority of the base was now designated as a 'wet zone', where environmental settings had been adjusted to maintain a much higher level of humidity. It was just easier this way, for she didn't have to worry about drying up anymore, even though technically it went against the protocol.

Predictably the monotonous voice didn't respond, and so she went back to reading. But she found herself skimming the supposedly sizzling hot passages and instead quietly chuckling at the absurdity of time and space. It was something that this brief exchange had just reminded her of.

Everyone knew that nothing could go faster than the speed of light. It was a fundamental property of the universe, and a very annoying one at that. It led to a paradoxical situation where most trips between star systems took a few weeks at most, but if you were unlucky and your destination was just slightly out of the way, it would invariably add literal years to your journey.

The primary means of long-distance space travel were fixed subspace tunnels -- wormholes, as humans called them, although for them they remained as a purely theoretical concept. Each such tunnel directly connected particular points A and B through a 'hole' in three-dimensional space. It shrunk the distance between those points to zero, making instantaneous the movement of any and all matter.

This included both physical vessels and streams of pure data, just as long as they fit the dimensions of the hole's narrow aperture. It didn't matter how far apart the entrance and exit appeared to be; once the passage was established, both ends became one and the same region of space.

Unsurprisingly, a dense network of these tunnels was a crucial element of the pan-galactic infrastructure. It took a lot to build even one such passage -- in terms of careful planning, the technology involved in the process, and the mind-boggling amounts of energy required. Digging through the bedrock of dark matter, then reinforcing the "walls" of the nascent tunnel with a lattice of negative mass particles wasn't exactly easy. It was certainly much harder than boring through the ocean floor was for Courjee's people.

Courjee wasn't a spacetime engineer herself, so she only had a tenuous grasp on the technical details. She did recall, however, that binary and trinary star systems were the preferred sites for wormhole construction.

Starting from such a system made it much easier to scrounge enough resources to kickstart and sustain the drilling process. There just wasn't as much pressure to waste as little of the precious energy as possible. Provided that the whole thing worked as intended, most people weren't too fussy if the construction crew used up an additional half a star worth of matter.

Of course, given the massive scale and visibility of these projects, there was absolutely no chance that a wormhole connection could ever be built anywhere close to a primitive civilization.

The nearest one to Earth was situated on the outskirts of Alpha Centauri, more than four light years away. Even that location was a rare stroke of luck. The system was exclusively a transit hub, serving a sparsely populated star cluster; its three small suns had largely been depleted in order to build a handful of infrequently used tunnels. Were it not for this cheap source of energy, it was certain that no one would've bothered to do it, leaving this region of the galaxy even more of a backwater than it was now.

Luckily this was not case, and so the transit station Alpha was where Courjee's guest began the last leg of her journey. Speed of light being what it is, this part of her trip would take the longest time by far.

"Heeeey there! It is me! I just wanted to say hi, and I wanted to say that I can't wait to finally meet you!"

A young, very bubbly woman waved at Courjee from the large screen in the comms room. She had a healthy turquoise complexion and her cranial tendrils were tied in two separate bunches on either side of her head. She was smiling from ear to ear as she spoke, in a slightly butchered Earth's standard dialect that also had a rather distinguishable prenuu accent.

"Oh, and my name is Niklee, which, uh... I guess you knew already?" she continued, flashing an even wider grin. "Anyway, I got off the ferry and now I'm in my own ship! It's so cool! Well, maybe not my own, since I'm not piloting it or anything, and it doesn't have a crew, and it's rather small, so... But it doesn't matter! It's not like I'll be up and around in here for long, right? I'm just recording this and sending it out, so that you don't have to worry about me, okay?" Her smile turned all sweet and endearing. "Well, okay... So, now that you know that I'm all of safe and sound mind, I guess I'll go to this nice and comfy tub I've got here for some sleepy time! Great! Bye!"

The message cut off there, the final frame showing mostly just the cute and round face of Niklee plus about half of her waving hand. Courjee's lips curled upward at the amusing sight, even as the girl's twittering chatter still echoed in her ears.

She was evidently from a younger generation, the Observer mused, judging by her excitable and somewhat jittery behavior. At the same time she must've been a fully grown adult, or she wouldn't have been able to hitch a sub-light ride that involved putting one's body into stasis.

What it meant was that this teenage-looking chick had already lived longer than any human ever would. Courjee's people matured slowly, especially if they didn't venture far beyond their home planet; and Niklee was giving off a distinct impression that this was her first trip beyond the core systems.

"Guess I'll have to babysit an overly enthusiastic youngster," said the older woman, a hint of a smirk lingering on her face. "I might need more than a few years to prepare for that."

***

With a hiss the airlock opened and puffs of water vapor came out, billowing forth as large, cloudy pillows. Through the fog moved a silhouette of a bouncy young lady, still a bit frazzled after a long nap in the stasis pod. She came into view and her face lit up immediately, as she saw the taller blue woman who eagerly approached to welcome her.

"Hi there!" the girl said, and immediately giggled. "I like your outfit! I shouldn't wear anything for a few hours myself, because of hibernation and stuff. I was worried you would mind, but it seems this is just the dress code around here!"

Courjee's cheeks gained a deep shade of purple when she realized that yes, she was still naked. It hadn't even occurred to her to do anything about it before coming to greet Niklee; this was pretty much her natural state now. Two years had indeed been too short a time for the free-spirited woman to finally get dressed, especially since she never really tried nor wanted to.

"Hey," she said quietly, returning the girl's smile weakly. "I admit I did modify the climate controls, so that it's warmer and more humid everywhere. I'd be grateful if you didn't talk about this with anyone, okay?"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't say anything!" the perky girl reassured her. "I like it. Some of my friends are posh land dwellers but personally, I like keeping it natural, too."

Of course, in their society the attitude towards nudity was quite different than in most places on Earth. Clothes were only worn while on land, solely for protection from heat and wind. There was a recent trend where some prenuu would put on more decorative garments as a fashion statement; to Niklee, though, they all felt unnecessarily constricting.

"Thank you," Courjee said, still blushing, although now there were additional reasons for her to feel awkward. She had allowed herself more than a few glances over her guest's nude body and she was finding herself awash with familiar excitement.

Niklee was hot; there was absolutely no doubt about it. Though the mechanics of physical attraction were complicated in their species, Courjee was confident that their brethren would find the young woman's figure aesthetically pleasing, and also a sign of good health and fitness.

She had a short build, broader and more pronounced than Courjee's own. This was common for modern clades that lived most of their life on land or in shallow waters. The girl didn't need the slender frame that her ocean-crossing ancestors had, because the abundance and luxury of modern civilization had made most such adaptations unnecessary. Her body had instead assumed a shape that was softer and seemingly more delicate, but at the same time much more opulent and plentiful.

All in all, there was no question that many of her own people would approve of Niklee's physicality. By human standards, however, this turquoise-skinned vixen was nothing but positively stunning.

"Don't mention this," she said, pausing for a second before letting out another cute giggle. "That's how you say it, right?... Oh no, it's 'don't mention it'... Ugh! I'm still learning it! Such a weird language... I mean, it's simple compared to ours, but it has so many odd sounds, and words have all those different meanings, and they go together in all these strange ways, and..."

She was chatting away without care, but Courjee could barely hear it. The taller woman was completely taken aback by the sight of Niklee's extravagant form. It stirred within her the craving for intimacy and physical pleasure that was unlike anything she had experienced before.

And it wasn't difficult to see why. The girl was a vision of bountiful femininity, her figure a luscious ensemble of sensuous curves. Heavy breasts rode high upon her narrow chest, spilling to the side and forming a lush valley of soft flesh in the middle. They were massive, each one almost as large as her head, topped with verdant nipples that stood proudly erect at the center of their respective globes. These pointy nubs were practically begging to be sucked, and Courjee could only imagine the vast quantities of selshee that the insanely top-heavy girl could give.

"It is odd, yes," the Observer said eventually. "Very odd..."

There was a moment of awkward silence, which Niklee broke with another bout of giggles. "So, since I'm here now... What's the plan?"

Courjee blinked. "I... I can show you around the base? Unless you want to rest after your --"

"Rest? Oh my! No!" Her guest laughed. "I've been 'resting' for the last -- well, for a very long time! If anything, I'm sure I could actually use some exercise right now. Let's go!"

Wasting no time, the excited girl practically ran forward, stopping a few moments later and motioning for the older woman to follow. She did, with her eyes fixed on the young nymph's hourglass figure, which went from a narrow waist and down to the swaying hips that were just as wide as her shoulders. The two hemispheres of her grand buttocks bounced enticingly with every spring of her eager feet, meeting at the dark emerald crease in the middle before tapering down to the thick pillars of her thighs.

"You are looking at my zahuu," Niklee said, using their native word for butt. "Something's wrong with it?"

"N-no," Courjee stammered. "Nothing is wrong with it. It's... It's perfect."

The girl gave out a quiet gasp, quickly followed by her signature giggle. "You like it?"

"Y-yes..."

Niklee's nearly constant smile widened to a cheeky grin. She said nothing, though, and simply kept walking.

There was a brief period of silence, as they walked briskly towards the center of the station. A fair bit of distance separated it from the loading bay where Niklee's ship had docked, so even with the numerous conveyor belts it was a long stroll through a very monotonous, grayish-white area. The bubbly girl didn't seem to mind, much to the relief of Courjee, who was hoping she'd have time to calm down and gather her chaotic thoughts.

As it turned out, her hopes were dashed rather quickly.

"I watched your videos, you know," Niklee said, her voice lower than before. "Those with the humans. The ones you sent with the other -- how do you call it? -- cultural artichokes..."

"Artifacts," Courjee corrected her with a laugh, before the full meaning of her admission sunk in and made the older woman swallow. "So you did, huh? Yes, I've heard they are, uh, pretty popular..."

Somehow, Courjee knew exactly which videos her curvaceous guest had in mind.

"They are hot," the girl said with breathy emphasis. "I don't know what it is about them but... I mean, they couple with each other, right? Just like we do.... But when I'm looking at them, when I see them do it, it's like..." She paused for a breath. "I don't know why, but I really need to touch myself then. Like, you know, to make myself feel good... I just can't help it! You get that too?"

The blue-skinned woman hesitated at first, reluctant to divulge how she had engaged in all those intense sessions of uninhibited self-pleasure. This was in stark contrast to Niklee, of course, who had just told her she'd been doing it as well.

"Yes," Courjee said. "All the time."

A loud gasp came as a reply. "Really?"

"Yes," she repeated, more confident this time. "It's always a lot of material to go through, even though ninety-nine percent of it is filtered out by my assistant. So I spend a lot of time looking at it and, well, it makes me feel exactly as you say..."

"Whoa! That's so cool!"

Courjee blinked. "It is?"

The girl blushed in response, which on her light green cheeks appeared as irregular blotches of brownish tan. "I mean, I don't want to assume anything, but I noticed it wasn't just my zahuu you were looking at," she said, wetting her puffy lips with her tongue. "I get those looks sometimes, and they make me itchy, you know, down there"--she pointed to the smooth place between her legs--"and then I also need to touch myself, or to couple with someone even though I'm not hungry for their selshee at all..."

The darkly blue eyes of the taller woman went wide. She wondered if the busty girl experienced the same cravings as she did. Was Niklee also as... affected by Courjee's outward physical appearance as she was by her incredible curves?

"So... Are you feeling this itch right now?" she asked her.

"Yes," said Niklee, and now it was her who had to swallow. "From the moment I saw you, and that you were, uhm..."

"Naked," the older woman finished for her, and smiled when she saw the girl nod sheepishly. "Well, I did tweak those climate controls, didn't I? Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to just stay like this all day..."

"But why?"

The smile on Courjee's face grew wider, as the corners of her lips dug deep into the her high cheeks. They still had a slight of hint of that initial blush, but the taller woman wasn't feeling nearly as awkward as before.

"I think you should know this by now," she said, as she stopped walking and allowed the conveyor to carry her. "It's because I'm feeling this itch, too."

Her companion took a sharp breath, stopping in her tracks as well. "To... to touch yourself?"

"Or to couple," Courjee alluded, "though of course I have to resort to just touching, since I'm here all by myself... "

There was another period of silence. Niklee's gaze flicked between the other woman's face and the deep blue, smooth expanse of skin between her legs. She sucked in her lip and, after a few long seconds, she finally looked up at Courjee with a subtle, almost seductive grin.

"Not anymore," the girl said. "Now I'm here, too."

The woman returned the smile.

"Let's go then."

Niklee hesitated. "Oh? But I thought --"

"I was about to show you around the base, right?" The short girl nodded. "Well then, come on! There is something that I really want you to see."

***

CHAPTER 4

They arrived at a plain, nondescript door, somewhere in the side corridor that was located between crew quarters and the main area of the station. The sign nearby was displayed on a small, wall-mounted screen, showing the same designation in several languages that were commonly used throughout the Galactic Union. The prenuu language was there as well, written in the traditional undulating script that elevated long vowels above all other glyphs.

Niklee read it easily, of course, but she needed a moment to come up with a good translation in English.

"Entertainment area...?"

Her choice made Courjee chuckle. "Right, I suppose that's one way to put it."

She touched the screen and the door slid away with a swish.

"What is the other way?"

Inside was still dark, for neither of them crossed the threshold yet.

"Well, this word here"--she pointed to the epithet which described what kind of room this was--"doesn't always read as 'fun', or 'entertainment'. There's another meaning to it, and I think you know what it is..."

She stepped in, and in the same instant the room was immersed in a cloud of soft, ambient light. It didn't have any obvious source, and without origin and direction it didn't reflect much off of the numerous water features inside. Many shapes had emerged from the shadows, other than the small pools and fountains, but most of them were still indistinct in the overall dim aura of the room.

"Hmm, I'm not sure... Oh! Wait, I know! It is 'coupling', isn't it?"

"Precisely," Courjee said, beckoning her guest with a smirk.

"Huh! What is this room...?"

"This is where I've been relieving my itch," Courjee said, gesturing at the huge screen on the wall. "See, I've been going through all those pictures and videos of humans fucking, and reading their sexy stories, and even playing their erotic games. I have to admit that the quantity of their cultural output is remarkable, especially given how low-tech they still are, and it remains very challenging for me to curate it properly."

She moved her hand to point at a larger pool in the middle of the room. Several strange contraptions had been installed around it, some of them with long tethers that went into the pool and disappeared in its dark waters. Others had elongated protrusions that were positioned at different angles, all tube-like and with varying levels of thickness.

"It wasn't just the quantity of it," Courjee continued. "Just like you, I found that all this material would make me very excitable. I'd always get that growing itch, and I realized that the only way in which I could do my job -- well, this part of my job -- was if I also pleasured myself at the same time. So, this is where I would do it..."

"Huh!" Niklee let out, her eyes wide astonishment. "All this stuff then..."

"It is here to help me get off," said the Observer, a grin curling her navy blue lips. "At first I was just using my own fingers, but eventually my hand would get too tired to keep going. I needed more, so I replicated a few toys that humans themselves use, and these worked a bit better. But soon I realized that this itch never really goes away: once I climax, I need to do it again and again... This stuff has awakened something, Nik, something that our people don't seem to experience much at all, and it seems it isn't just me..."

"It's totally not just you!" Niklee replied, a grin coming over her face. "And it's so fun!... Okay, sure, coupling is always fun and all, but I never had this strong urge to do it, and when I -- how did you call it? -- climaxed, it was all back to normal very quickly. But now that I've seen so much of how those humans couple... I'm always... uh, I don't even know how to call it..."

"Horny. That's how they call it, at least."

"Cool! This means I'm horny and I love it!"

Courjee snorted a laugh. "Yes, I like it, too. And I'm definitely feeling this itch right now..."

"You do, huh?" her guest teased her. "I guess you want to, uh, use some of this stuff then...?"

But the tall Observer didn't respond. Instead she stepped closer, a sultry smile creeping over her face as her hand brushed over Niklee's protruding nipple. A trickle of milky liquid immediately sprung forth, trailing down the vast expanse of her breast. The girl gasped at the sudden sensation, but didn't withdraw from Courjee's light touch.

"You are very sensitive there," said the older woman, her tongue flicking momentarily over her lips. "Could be a side effect from the long stasis. The body feels the passage of time very, very slowly when you're in the pod; but time still does pass, if only a little..."

She watched a small droplet form, hanging from the very tip of Niklee's thick nub. Placing a hand underneath the pendulous breast, she caught it just as it fell and trailed down her outstretched finger. She lifted it to her mouth and licked, savoring the sweet taste, as heavy lids closed over her eyes and a light purr escaped her smacking lips.

"Uh, you like it?" Niklee asked, surprised. "I would guess my selshee has like no taste now, when it's made just from this basic stuff that the pod feeds you..."

"I think it's delicious," Courjee said in a low voice. "It carries your own, unique flavor. Looks like there's a lot of it as well. It really seems that it's been a long time for you, stasis or not..."

A delicate brown blush came over the girl's cheeks. "I... I did couple on the ferry, when we were crossing the space tunnel. So it shouldn't be that long, right? But I guess I really am kind of, uh, horny right now, too..."

Still treating her to that same mischievous smile, the slender woman went back to Niklee's heavy breast and gently felt the round, teardrop shape with her hand. She heard a quiet moan when she squeezed it with her fingers; the sound was drawn-out and breathy. As the hardened nipple rolled between her fingers, catching in the thin membrane that connected them, a spray of creamy essence splashed against Courjee's palm and soaked it thoroughly.

Yet she didn't lick it off; not this time. Rather, she rubbed and massaged the warm fluid directly into the delicate skin on the girl's chest. Niklee's mouth let out a gasping whisper of several indistinct words, before trailing into another moan and whimper when Courjee cupped a hand over the center of the fleshy globe. More selshee burst forth, and the azure-skinned woman slowly bent at the waist and brought her face to the young vixen's magnificent bosom.

"May I?" she asked huskily. As she looked up, the panting girl timidly nodded.

Her strong cravings and desires guiding her, Courjee pressed her mouth to the back of her grasping hand. It was still closed over Niklee's precariously leaking breast, keeping all the delicious and milky cream within, which threatened to spill at any moment should the older woman take her hand away.

But of course she would never do that. Wedging her tongue into the crevice between her fingers, Courjee began to hungrily lap on the sweet nectar instead, sucking it in and swallowing, until she drank all the abundant liquid that Niklee had already discharged. Only then Courjee moved her hand, revealing the wet, glistening mound and the still-leaking nipple. The horny Observer started licking it all over, sweeping her slightly coarse tongue over the smooth expanse of the busty girl's immense breast.

"Oooh... Shee'am puuha," she slipped into their native language, overwhelmed by the rising pleasure. "This feels... so good..."

She gasped loudly and gave out a strained moan when Courjee's lips eventually closed over her continuously leaking nipple. Nursing from the bountiful nub, she repeatedly caused wave after wave of intense pleasure to radiate from the point of contact. They spread rapidly over the girl's shuddering body, from the core to the very tips of her limbs, making it more and more difficult to stand still -- or indeed, to even stand up at all.

"Oh my... I think I'm... OOOOOOH!"

She threw her head back and groaned, as the climax rolled over her body and slackened her knees almost to the point of buckling. She didn't fall, however, supported by Courjee's hand sliding under her fleshy bum, as the taller woman kept draining the milky breasts of every last drop of selshee they would give.

"Mmm, yes," she purred at length, "so very tasty... And it really looks like I haven't been the only one feeling that deep itch, hmm?"

Panting heavily, the girl couldn't respond. She fell into Courjee's gentle embrace, face landing between the Observer's own ample breasts. It elicited a soft, pleasurable moan from the slender woman, and her already stiff nipples hardened even further.

At the same time, Niklee didn't feel like her nubs had gotten any less excited either -- quite to the contrary. Still trembling from the sensations of her climax, the curvaceous girl sensed that this modest release hadn't really done much to satisfy her intense physical cravings.

Niklee was still horny. What Courjee had just done to her... She needed more of it -- much, much more.

***

Loud noises of slapping flesh filled the room, rhythmic and obscene. They were accompanied by an incessant chant of lustful moans, each punctuated by a breathless gasp and whimper. There were snarling grunts in the background, too, low and manly, occasionally trailing into groans of temporary relief.

"You're so fucking tight... You never had such a big cock in there, didn't you?"

"N-no, sir! My boyfriend... is much smaller... and doesn't fuck me... half as good.... Ooooh!"

A confident laugh echoed across the room, chased by more lurid sounds of raw, animalistic fucking. They effectively masked another track of husky moans, this one coming from the center of the darkened room.

"Oh, that's... So nice..."

Niklee lay at the edge of the pool, eyes closed, as she savored the sensations radiating from her stuffed pussy. A large baton was spreading her narrow tunnel, moving slowly back and forth, one end still visible underwater as it couldn't fit into the girl's smaller hole. Its regular user lounged nearby, now leaning over to pinch the girl's hard nipples, while enjoying a similar contraption pumping her own needy orifice.

"You like it?" she asked the azure vixen. "It seems to be a common theme... Their males assert superiority over other males by flaunting their sexual prowess to females during sex. I can't explain why they do it -- honestly, I can barely explain any of it, but it works me up all the same..."

"It's... it's just hot!... And what you're doing to me... and that thing... it all feels so good!"

Courjee chuckled, relishing her own 'good feeling' that thrust itself between her legs. A climax was on the horizon, closer for Niklee than for her, while the moaning and gasping blonde on the screen appeared to be in the throes of her own orgasm already.

Courjee chuckled again. Maybe that was really all there was to it? Hot, sexy, arousing... She used to barely register the meaning behind those alien ideas, and even then it was purely in abstract terms. But now, after all those long years, she felt like she understood them intuitively. She felt them, deep in her own body: the roaring flame in her crotch, the electric tingling of her stiff nipples... Every nerve of hers was in a state of excitation -- as pleasure mixed with nervous anticipation, and longing mixed with the undeniable urge and craving for more.

She was horny. She wanted to fuck. Not just 'to couple,' in her people's tame and temperate way, but to actually have sex, with all the lurid passion it so clearly entailed.

To fuck, and to be fucked -- that's what Courjee was yearning for.

And now, with this young and sexy thing beside her, she finally had someone with whom she could indulge in it.

"You are close, aren't you?" she asked, and the buxom girl nodded. "Then let's savor this pleasure together..."

She turned off the video and gazed at the writhing siren; a large, luscious globe of her breast filled the woman's hand completely. She squeezed it, drawing a cute gasp amid the strained moans that were coming incessantly from Niklee's raspy throat. Another hand cupped the other soft breast, and soon Courjee threw her leg and straddled the curvaceous angel. She leaned forward and rubbed her own bosom against hers, then scooted up and lowered a dripping nipple into the girl's drooling mouth.

Niklee's moans were thus silenced, replaced with the licking and suckling sounds of her eager mouth. She sucked and sucked, swallowing large mouthfuls of Courjee's delicious selshee and stimulating the horny woman's breast in a way she hadn't felt in decades. She arched her back and let out an impassioned cry, as a powerful orgasm took over her body much sooner than she'd expected.

It shook her all over, every muscle twitching and spasming from the sudden rush of overwhelming pleasure. The hard shaft spearing her pussy was now pushing into it at a breakneck pace, reaching into the deepest reaches of her slick opening as it seesawed in and out of it without pause. Its ceaseless thrusts prolonged Courjee's release all the way up to Niklee's own shuddering climax, and the two women came together for several rapturous moments of bliss.

At the end of it, though, their flame wasn't fully quenched. It still burned, only slightly less intense than before.

"Air..."

Reluctantly, the azure beauty rolled to the side. Her guest was panting fast, and she had to take several deep breaths herself. The post-orgasmic glow coursed through her body like a faint electric current, inspiring a feeling of contentment but also stirring further, maybe even stronger desires. She squeezed her legs and trapped the buzzing dildo, which wasn't really moving at this point, and worked the trained muscles inside her pussy to activate it once again.

Soon she turned back to Niklee, seeing as the voluptuous chick was quickly recovering from the sensations of her recent release. She gave her a sultry smile and saw it returned as a cute and happy grin. Moments later their lips met, and Courjee felt another rush of excitement as she tasted her own essence that lingered in the girl's hot mouth. They made out for several passionate minutes -- first languidly; then much more energetically, their tongues colliding with lustful glee; until Niklee pulled back and drew in a sharp intake of air.

"Mmm, this was nice," she purred. "But I thought we were supposed to, uh, review the cultural thingies... What about that?"

Courjee chuckled. "So, you really want to be helpful, huh? And something tells me that you are specifically interested in this exact part of my work as an Observer..."

The girl giggled in response. "Okay, I can't imagine anything else you're doing that would be more fun, so, uh... yes?"

"Well, I don't know about that," the slender beauty said teasingly, dragging a finger over her partner's soft midriff. "If I show you more of those naughty things, it won't be long before you're just as horny, just as slutty as I am... Can we really have that? How will we get any work done?"

"But who says I'm not already just as, uh, as all that stuff you said? I think I'm feeling very naughty right now..."

"Oh? Is that so?" Courjee teased her more, her hand sinking underwater and rubbing the girl's sensitive spot between the legs. "Maybe you don't even want to look at this human stuff then?... Yes, maybe all you really want right now is to have us couple again..."

A protracted moan came in response. Niklee looked at her with glimmering eyes, full of obvious passion and desire. But then she curled her lower lip into her mouth and quietly said, "No..."

"No?" It surprised Courjee. "You don't want to couple?"

"No," the girl repeated, the corners of her mouth rising in a mischievous grin. "I want to fuck!"

***

And so they did fuck that day, over and over again. The two women didn't need any extra pornographic material to keep them going, because their need for sex was close to insatiable all on its own.

The first few orgasms they gave each other mostly with just their fingers, caressing their round breasts and massaging the smooth mounds located below the waist. The magnificent size of Niklee's boobs meant that they were significantly more sensitive, as the girl could be stimulated to a moaning and thrashing climax simply by latching onto one of her large, taut nipples.

Courjee drained many mouthfuls of the busty vixen's sumptuous essence, sucking off her nectar and gulping it down hungrily. Niklee did the same with taller woman's substantial bosom, bringing her to the apex of sensual pleasure and swallowing big gulps of her rich selshee.

Meanwhile, both their pussies were being stuffed to the brim by a pair of fully autonomous dildos; the Observer had designed them in her spare time with the help of her somewhat useful assistant. These smart toys were actually quite capable, for they could move around all on their own, gliding in and out of their holes and essentially fucking them without any conscious input. They were carefully attuned to the level of sensory excitement of the user, meaning that their thrusts would become more and more frantic the closer said user was to climax.

With this extra stimulation, both females easily achieved several very pleasurable orgasms. Neither felt like this was enough, however, so Courjee decided to introduce her partner to one of her more advanced contraptions.

"Lately, this is the one I've been using most often," she said, pointing at a crescent-shaped device that was affixed just above the waterline in the deeper area of the pool. "Most of it is down below, but this part keeps my head above water, which lets me see the screen and maybe wave at it if I need to."

"Ooh, very curious! What does the rest do?"

"Almost everything," she answered, feeling her cheeks get slightly warm. "My chest, my pussy... There's even this one bit that goes in my butt, because I realized it feels pretty good when I push something big in there. Everything's automated, of course, so I can just focus on the screen and this thing will get me off as many times it needs to."

Niklee's eyes grew at least twofold as she listened to Courjee's explanation.

"Wow! That's crazy! So this thing just touches you everywhere?"

"Yes, pretty much. I can easily go through several hours of their videos, all at once, and then either call it a day, or have something to eat and go for a few hours more..."

The girl's mouth hung agape. "Wild! I totally have to try it, but... Well, maybe not right now," she said, shifting her gaze to look at the statuesque woman. "I mean, it's cool, but I really like doing this 'sex' thing together, you know?"

Courjee didn't need any more hints to figure out what her partner had in mind. Instead of bothering with the bespoke device which was meant for solitary use, she padded to a closet next to the wall and retrieved from it a much simpler toy. It was a long and symmetrical shaft that had a circular pommel exactly halfway through its length. She inserted one end of it into her gripping snatch, allowing the other half to protrude horizontally from her crotch.

"Whoa!" Niklee let out. "You've got a nakpi now!"

"I do," Courjee said, flashing her a wicked smile. "And you'll be the first female who I'm going to fuck with it!"

The horny vixen practically squealed in delightful anticipation. She then got told to get on all-fours in the shallowest end of the pool, where the water would only get to her wrists and heels. The blue-skinned woman took a spot behind the girl's expansive bottom, aligning the jutting shaft of the artificial cock and pushing it all the way into her moist and tight orifice.

"Oh... Oooh... Oooooooh!" moaned the lewdly speared woman. "Did you just... put all of it..."

"Every single inch," said her taller companion, still grinning, as she gripped the soft flesh of Niklee's delightfully round butt. "Now, relax your muscles and let me plow that cute little hole of yours. I will not be gentle, though, because you need to learn how to take a good, hard pounding!"

Before Niklee could so much as yelp in protest, the aggressive female behind her started slamming the sizeable dildo as deep as she could into the girl's quivering pussy. She was fucking her hard, stroke after long stroke, filling the younger woman to the brim and feeling the recoil of these forceful thrusts reverberate within her own clenching hole.

Just like she had promised, there was nothing about their vigorous coupling that could be thought of as gentle. She was practically pummeling her partner's wet insides, and the buxom nymph was already shrieking from the crashing waves of her surprisingly quick orgasm. The playful tenderness of their earlier couplings was pretty much gone, replaced by the animated fervor of Niklee's new friend that was completely overwhelming to the less experienced woman.

Courjee wasn't quite sure where this ardor was coming from. She felt an incredible rush of heady excitement, to be on the other side of such raw and primal rutting. It was almost intoxicating, for this feeling of sexual power over the novice slut multiplied the pure, carnal sensations radiating from her own pussy. The vise-like orifice was still holding her end of the shaft, only by the sheer strength and tightness of its sleek walls. Developed over countless sessions of unrestrained self-pleasure, the trained muscles showed no signs of tiring.

"What the... Oh my... Fuuuuck! This... This is insane..."

Niklee came again, her whole body vibrating with electric pleasure. Courjee grunted in response and let out a low moan, grabbing the vixen's hips even tighter and pushing into her with renewed ferocity. The azure-skinned woman was slowly starting to realize what it was that had gotten into her, and by whom she was inspired to fuck her verdant friend into a moaning and writhing puddle of pure joy.

"U'eshay," she whispered breathlessly, and smiled, "it's all thanks to you..."

She shoved the dildo in one last time, and then exploded in her own climax. She cried out to the heavens above, closer here than on any planet, as every nerve in her system overloaded with an onslaught of pleasure. Copious trickles of milky cream poured forth from her diamond-hard nipples, streaming down the aquamarine skin and adding her essence to the increasingly murky waters below.

Courjee's orgasm dragged on for a while, ebbing and flowing to the rhythm of Niklee's twitching hips. The girl was still cumming, too, sprays of creamy selshee dripping out of her freely swaying boobs. Their simultaneous release continued for several blissful minutes, sapping the precious reserves of oxygen in their systems and making them gasp and practically bite the air for more.

Momentarily exhausted, the older woman fell to the side and pulled her guest along by the hips. Both horny nymphs landed in deeper water, and they were finally able to take from it the air that they desperately needed.

For a few more minutes, there was nothing but silence in the dark, humid room. The tall blue-skinned woman lay next to the brightly emerald one -- both wet and glistening, both sprawled on their backs with heads hanging over the submerged shelf in the pool.

"So," Courjee asked at length, lifting her head above water, "how did you like getting fucked like this?"

"How... how did I like?" repeated the panting girl, and a few breaths later she flashed her partner a cheeky grin. "By the Waves! Do you even have to ask?! Give me a minute, and I'll totally make you fuck me like that again!"

Courjee let out a hearty chuckle. "I might be convinced to do that if you promise to return the favor..."

"Oh, you bet!"

And so they fucked again -- and then again, and again, and again...

At the end of their session, many hours later, Niklee definitely had more than enough exercise to wake her up after the long stasis. It was enough, in fact, to overshoot the mark and tire her out completely due to the maddened intensity of their exertions. As the lights dimmed, switching into the power-saving night mode, the shorter woman was left totally exhausted and drained from all their sexual escapades.

When she finally staggered to the guest quarters and threw herself into the warm sleeping pond, the feeling of comfort overwhelmed her so quickly that she was fast asleep within seconds.

***

CHAPTER 5

Over the next few weeks, following those lurid activities of her first day, Niklee would gradually ease into the regular duties of her new job. In this process she was helped greatly by the graciousness of her mentor. Although Courjee was initially quite tempted to just dump all of her everyday drudgeries onto the new apprentice, she'd warmed up to the girl way too much not to try and make her stay a little more palatable.

To this end, rather than have her deal with daily batches of 'minor events' prepared by their punctilious assistant, the senior Observer had instead introduced Niklee to a relatively recent project of hers. Started only a few years ago, this hands-on endeavor was markedly more exciting than sifting through lightly filtered data from humanity's never-ending news feeds.

"Whoa, this is so cool! I had no idea we are allowed to do something so... uh..."

"Daring?" Courjee finished with a smile, as she sat in front of a console depicting the bluish-white planet.

"Yes! I mean, with all the things I've heard about how important it is that we stay hidden and secret and unseen..."

"It is very important, Nik," the older woman said. "Otherwise we wouldn't go to such lengths to conceal the mere existence of this observation post."

She invited the emerald-skinned girl to take a seat next to her.

"I suppose? I mean, we are literally under their moon, and pretty deep at that..."

Courjee nodded, pinching the screen to get a closer look at the smaller gray globe. "Around ten kilometers on the far side, with the obvious exception of the launch port. So, pretty well hidden overall." She gave a soft chuckle. "Even so, I still got an earful from Overseer Doujnay a few decades back, because I didn't prepare any contingency plans when the locals decided they wanted to land here. 'Before this decade is done,' their leader said, and honestly even I was surprised when they went and actually did it."

A smile curled her lips, as she recalled that fateful day.

She went only a little bit against protocol, sending a miniature drone to the near side with the simple intention of commemorating this historic event. She thought it was justified. The risk of discovery was tiny, given how rickety their lunar missions were, and Courjee figured that the locals would one day be eternally grateful she had preserved a high-resolution, panoramic video of their hero descending those few memorable steps from the lander.

"Fun times," Niklee summed up. "I'm guessing the previous guy here didn't have such problems, huh?"

"U'eshay? I think he did. You can look up the exact records if you want, but I remember him saying this base was barely functional when he arrived," Courjee said, pausing for a moment to reminisce. "He said it used to be an orbital station, directly above the planet, but that setup eventually became untenable. Once the locals invented telescopes which could see as far as the moons of those pretty gas giants, it was just a matter of time before they would've noticed us, hanging in the sky."

Niklee let out a girlish giggle. "Oh, that's such a pity! I wish I was here then. I bet you could just watch any human you wanted: going about his day, working, sleeping, fucking, buying and selling stuff, traveling, fucking, getting into brawls, fucking, pursuing mates, fuck--"

"There's plenty of records for you to look at if you're that curious," Courjee cut her off, "but I'm pretty sure they don't cover this one activity you are so interested in... Anyway, let's not get too distracted, alright?"

"Okay, okay," the girl agreed, though not without one more playful giggle. "So, what are we doing with those flying thingies in orbit?"

The screen showed positions of several objects hovering around the planet, along with a much larger inventory that apparently wasn't deployed at the moment.

"You'll be playing cat and mouse with our friends on the surface," Courjee said.

"Huh? What does it mean?"

There was a quiet sigh of mild exasperation. "You know, if one day you choose to study some other cultural artifacts of theirs, then you might learn their languages a little bit better," she scolded her guest, though not without a mollifying smile. "Alright, in simple terms... Like I said earlier, we've got a bunch of standard issue drones here, each one equipped with a gravimetric displacement drive for maximum maneuverability. So far I've only been flying them through the upper layers of the atmosphere, usually just one or two at a time, and trying to see if there's any reaction on their 'top-secret' military channels..."

"Whoa!" Niklee exclaimed, her mouth remaining open. "You are actually trying to get them to see these drones?"

"I want them to be detected as something unusual," Courjee clarified. "It's a very controlled operation, Nik. The goal is simply to revitalize certain memes that used to be quite prevalent in their culture, but have fallen out of favor in recent years..."

"Oh! That could be fun. What memes are we talking about?"

"Ideas about 'aliens', unidentified aerial phenomena, and similar concepts. It's still very early work, mind you, but we have to start seeding those ideas to minimize the impact of the eventual culture shock."

Niklee blinked. "Wait, so we are actually coming out of hid--"

"No," Courjee answered before she even finished the question. "Not anytime soon, anyway. But the Observers' guild is getting stretched quite thin -- I mean, you wouldn't be learning on the job if we weren't -- so every little bit helps. The faster a primitive culture becomes ready for a controlled first contact, the sooner we can decommission the observation post and free up its staff to go somewhere else.

"And given that our friends below are getting pretty close, Overseer Jithro made a decision that this"--she gestured vaguely to the cavernous room and its regolith ceiling--"should be our last stand. If we are forced to move, the only reasonable location left is the asteroid belt, and that's not really worth it anymore. Communication lag is one thing, but it would be a real pain to hide all our heat emissions from that new infrared telescope of theirs. He hopes we can get the locals off our backs before then, which is why he wanted me to, well, start preparing..."

"Huh," was all that Niklee let out. She was evidently unaccustomed to the sometimes harsh realities of galactic politics, and Courjee decided she wasn't going to saddle her with the burden of full understanding.

"The good news is that we can have some fun with these," she said, smiling, as she pointed at the screen displaying the current status of the drones. "Try it! Just don't go overboard: one, two, maybe three at a time... We want the humans to get acquainted with the idea that there is something out there, not to make them think they're getting invaded by aliens!"

"Or that they're being watched?" added the witty girl, flashing Courjee a cheeky grin. "Like, you know... very intimately?"

While the matter at hand was clearly quite serious, Courjee couldn't help but to laugh at this obvious allusion. In more ways than one, the Observer was really warming up to her cute intern.

***

Playing with Courjee's high-tech toys, which could cut through the atmosphere at speeds and angles that humans would deem impossible, wasn't the only pastime of the buxom would-be Observer.

A good chunk of her day was spent using a rather different kind of toys that Courjee had shown her. A large array of dildos of various shapes and materials, many of them fully automatic, were among the less elaborate examples. During her frequent sessions of self-pleasure, these gadgets would either substitute or supplement Niklee's fingers, as she touched her large breasts and twitching nipples alongside her constantly itching pussy.

The shapely girl and her tall host were trying their best to ensure that the 'entertainment room' was utilized very effectively. Much to their delight, the popularity of Earth-made sex materials among art collectors and connoisseurs in the broader galaxy didn't show any signs of abating. This only meant that they constantly had to work hard to review and curate even more.

In theory they should be taking turns to do so, watching the porn and getting themselves off as needed, but practice proved to be much more difficult. It was indeed all but impossible to make the switch cleanly, when one woman was itching for physical stimulation and the other had just spent a couple hours on a cloud of orgasmic haze. It would always end in a wet and glistening tangle of feminine curves, writhing and moaning in ecstasy; a sensuous coupling that at times would get intensely passionate and just the right amount of rough.

Alas, they were both way too horny to part ways without fucking each other's brains out. Their work output didn't suffer too much for it, as they were still sending out high-quality collections of Earthen cultural artifacts on a regular basis. Probably even more of them than before Niklee's arrival; the new apprentice decidedly wasn't a drain on Courjee's pornographic productivity.

The thing that she was draining her of was really just her selshee.

And the sex-loving Observer had absolutely nothing against that.

***

The room was lined up with rows of wooden desks and chairs, equally spaced and arranged to face an olive-green section of the wall. Simple symbols and formulas had been written there in white chalk, some of them totally nonsensical.

Next to the wall stood a young, sinuously shaped female with a long mane of shiny golden hair. A much older male was sitting behind a larger desk nearby; his eyes would constantly flick over her body as they talked.

"Miss Robinson, this is the third test in a row where you didn't manage to get even a D," he said. "At this rate, I will have no choice but to fail you."

"Oh no!" she gasped, and the sudden jerk of her body stirred the pleats of a very short garment that was wrapped around her hips. "That's terrible! Please, Mr. Rogers! You can't do this to me!"

Smirking, the man leered at her lustily. His gaze lingered on the sizeable swell of her breasts that lusciously stretched a midriff-baring top.

"Trollops like you think they can always get what they want," he said with a derisive scoff. "But not with me, Miss Robinson. If you really want my D, then you'll have to show that you deserve it!"

Lips forming a very round circle, the girl thought hard for a few moments about what her teacher had just said. Finally, a lightbulb went off and she bounced happily, immediately putting her hands on the guy's desk and flipping her short skirt open. "Like this, Mr. Rogers?" she chirped.

"Excellent," he said, standing up with his pants already undone. A thick cock came into view, and seconds later it disappeared inside the girl's wet pussy.

Soon the classroom was filled with obscene noises of grunts, moans, and the squelching and slapping of the flesh. Similar sounds could be heard in the other room as well. Floating just beneath the surface, Courjee lay in the pool of comfortable water, eyes half-closed, letting the many appendages of her self-pleasure machine stimulate various parts of her sexually charged body.

"This... oooh!... This is so stupidly hot," she whispered, feeling a long and ridged shaft piston in and out of the quivering hole between her legs. "Stupid... oh fuck!... but so hot... I... I think... I'll save it... for the next... batch... AAAAAH!"

She had to stop her musings on the artistic merit of the material, because yet another powerful orgasm ripped through her trembling body. She threw her head back and sunk beneath the water, a soundless cry of ecstasy leaving her throat as a foamy cluster of countless bubbles. The suction cups over her nipples pumped away the woman's abundant cream, and at the same time lavishly massaged the sensitive globes of her round breasts.

Courjee's climax lasted for a good minute, as it usually did, blasting fireworks of carnal pleasure all throughout her slender but very womanly body. Lost in sensual bliss, she didn't notice when the classroom video was paused by her automated assistant. Overlain on top of the still image of a moaning cheerleader, the screen showed a medium priority request for input.

She panted. "What... what is it?"

"Query," the A. I. voice said. "Is it desired for the environmental controls to be adjusted at this time?"

"Environment...? No. Of course not. They're fine. Why?"

"A slight adjustment would be beneficial to the well-being of the new lifeform."

Courjee took a few more, hasty breaths, as she tried to process what she had just heard. She eventually zeroed in on the most confusing part of the suggestion. "Beneficial? How? For whom?"

"As of now, environmental controls are set to 90% humidity and 89 degrees in the traditional Earth system, or 31 degrees in the simplified one. Recommendation to lower humidity to 70%, and temperature to 77 degrees traditional or 25 simplified, as a way of a compromise."

Courjee blinked rapidly. Although this was technically an answer, it didn't even begin to address the biggest of her concerns. "What life-lifeform are you talk-talking about...?" she stuttered, as she hastily removed the thick shaft that was spearing her still-tingling vagina. "And where is it? How did it get here?"

Her stiff nipples were already free of their coverings, and Courjee squirmed one last time as she removed the final part of the self-pleasure machine from her rear entrance. Meanwhile, the elaborate explanations provided to her by the circuitous assistant were finally beginning to make a little more sense.

"The creature is currently being moved from the loading bay. Probable destinations include: residential quarters, medical bay, communica--"

"What is it?! Identify the fucking lifeform!"

"Based on the heat signature and its gaseous emissions, there is a probability of point-nine-nine-four that the lifeform in question is an individual who belongs to the dominant species on the planet being observed."

The voice followed the fit woman while she ran the length of the corridors, the jiggling of her two prominent features making it awkward without any outer garment. She was immediately stopped in her tracks, however, when it registered in her brain what the overly verbose assistant had just said.

"A human?!"

The sounds of her shocked question became distorted, as they echoed through the empty passageways and bounced off of the corrugated bulkheads.

"Dokseh mabla," Courjee cursed under her breath.

This was not good. This was not good at all. And more importantly, she had absolutely no idea how it was even possible.

Humans -- here! How?... It seemed utterly preposterous. How come they suddenly became aware of this outpost, when there had been no warning signs on even their most confidential channels? And why was it that the first thing they did in response was to send living and breathing people, to the Moon no less, which would mark the first such instance in several decades?

Something here did not add up. Besides, Niklee had been playing with the drones; she would've noticed any primitive vessels leaving the atmosphere, let alone coming all the way here.

Hmm, come to think of it...

"Where is Niklee?" she asked, half-rhetorically, but the assistant nonetheless answered.

"Aspiring Observer Niklee is currently in the medical bay."

Courjee gave a light scoff of puzzlement. "Weird. Is she having some lingering issues after the stasis...?"

"Medical program has not been activated."

"Alright, let's focus on the humans." She started walking again. "How many are there? Can you determine whether they pose any threat?"

"One individual has been identified. Its heat signature is immobile, and the frequency and volume of gaseous emissions suggest that it is unconscious."

"Huh? Then how come it has moved..." she was about to ask, but then remembered what the A. I. had said previously. "Wait! It was being moved... By whom? And where is it now? Speak!"

"The individual is currently in the medical bay."

Another saucy expletive died in Courjee's throat. Her destination clear, she turned a corner and bolted as fast as she could.

***

The medical bay was one of the least used parts of the base. Outside of rare and unlucky accidents, no one should really have any need to go there. Thanks to the carefully controlled environment, as well as comprehensive genetic testing that was routine in the prenuu society, the chance for an Observer falling ill while on duty was essentially zero.

Courjee had practically forgotten where it even was. She had to follow the sparse signage to find the way, which slowed down her mad dash to a more reasonable running pace. It still didn't do much to alleviate the swaying of her breasts, however, the mild discomfort making her reconsider the choice to remain permanently in the nude.

"Finally," she exhaled, slightly winded, as the clearly marked door came into view. She jogged those last few meters and was already reaching out with her hand, trying to touch the panel on the nearby wall that would allow her to access the room.

But before she managed to get herself authorized and go inside, the door clicked by itself and slid away with a quiet swish. Niklee emerged from the bay, bouncing on her feet like she always did, and with an even wider smile on her youthful face than the one she'd normally wear.

It didn't look at all like she might've been harmed. She was just as carefree as ever. Her attention was quickly captured by a sign on the opposite wall, which included a short list of places and directions. She walked up to study it more closely, and as a result she didn't notice a taller and visibly agitated woman who came at her from the left flank.

"There you are!" Courjee practically accosted her companion. "I was worried for a second, you know? Would you mind explaining yourself?"

The girl jumped, a shocked gasp leaving her mouth right before it curled into an oddly wide smile.

"Oh! It's you, Cour. I'm sorry but you scared --"

"There is a human on board," she cut her off, "and I've been told it's right behind this door. Do you know anything about it?"

For a moment, the verdant irises of the shorter woman moved erratically from side to side. They eventually settled when she fixed her gaze at the floor and mumbled, "Mabla kajmihee..."

One of Courjee's eyebrows rose. "Our assistant...? What does it have to do with the human?"

Still staring at the floor, Niklee took a deep breath and very slowly exhaled. "Yes," she said quietly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I do know about the human in the med bay," she added, straightening up and reluctantly meeting Courjee's piercing gaze. "I brought him here. I just didn't have enough time, because that stupid machine... Well, I guess it isn't really that stupid, because it didn't stay confused long enough after I gave it some loopy instructions..."

Staring at the nervously jabbering girl, Courjee's eyes grew wider with each passing second.

"This is your doing?!... Nik! By the Waves!" she finally yelled, throwing her arms in frustration. "Did I not make myself clear? Have you forgotten what you've been taught?! This is about the last thing that an Observer --"

"Yes, yes! I know!" Niklee yelled back. "It's just that..." Her lips trembled as she sighed.

"Just what?" Courjee insisted, before realizing there might be more pressing matters to attend to at this time. "You know what, never mind. If there's a human on board, then this is an exposure incident and I need to ensure that the memetic damage is minimal... Are there any other locals involved?"

"Th-there is no damage," stuttered her companion. "I used that special operations drone; you know, the one that has the sp-spacetime distortion cloaking stuff. There's n-no chance that anyone saw it. I d-double-checked the social m-media feeds, too, and there was absolutely nothing there..."

Courjee bore into the reckless girl with harsh, squinting eyes; the shorter woman instinctively backed off. But the Observer knew there was a good chance Niklee's ill-conceived escapade had indeed gone unnoticed.

The cloaked drone she'd used was specifically designed for covert operations -- but only as a special, last-resort kind of thing. They were supposed to use it only for something like neutralizing a nuclear terrorist, or averting any other large scale disaster. There was a time when Courjee had it on standby, ready to intervene at a moment's notice; thankfully, such vigilance hadn't been needed for a few decades now.

Either way, the thing itself was impossible to detect by any low-tech civilization. And if Niklee had been careful like she said, then it was unlikely that their presence had been revealed.

"Fair enough," Courjee conceded. "I will review the flight log, to confirm there was no exposure on the ground, but I suppose this could wait. The human, though..."

"He's... He's sleeping," Niklee gave a hissing whisper. "I didn't want to wake him up without you. It was all supposed to be a surprise..."

"Well, you definitely accomplished that," Courjee said sarcastically. "But I still can't imagine what you were thinking. Seriously -- why?"

The pale green-skinned woman looked at her sheepishly, a deep sigh leaving her pouty lips. She bit her lip and again lowered her gaze in deference, accidentally meeting the lush sight of her mentor's smooth mound. Although it wasn't Niklee's intention to stare at the taller woman's crotch, seeing the lightly swollen rim of her opening -- a subtle reminder of an interrupted session of self-pleasure -- served to reassure the girl that her risky endeavor had some true merit to it.

"Because we've been dreaming about it for ages," she said quietly. "Both of us. You and me."

Courjee blinked. "Uh? I don't think I follow..."

"The itch, Cour. That feeling when you need to touch yourself, or to couple -- or to, you know, fuck," Niklee said. "It all started with the humans. We're both horny because of their art... their artifacts, that show them fucking each other like crazy. And it's all so hot! I... I couldn't just watch... I need to get fucked by one myself, and I know that you need it, too!"

A shocked gasp escaped the quivering mouth of the tall blue woman. "Nik, that's... That's insane! Whatever you may think, you can't just --"

"Yes! Yes, it is," her friend cut in. "Totally crazy! But I had to do it. Don't tell me you didn't wonder how it would feel to actually fuck one of them for real?"

"I, well... Uh, no! That's irrelevant. Secrecy is job one, remember?"

"Sure," Niklee replied, her voice getting calmer and more steady, "and like I said, I really was super careful. I haven't done anything wrong down there, and nothing will happen if he simply remains here. Everything is fine, Cour. We just need to wake him up and --"

"We should send him back."

Niklee's face dropped. "Seriously?"

Courjee nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "If we return him exactly where he was, then we may be able to cover it all up," she said, pausing to think about this some more. "Yes, it shouldn't be too hard. We might even, uh, pretty much do nothing...? I mean, it's just one human who disappeared for a few hours. Their media are full of stories like this, most of them completely mundane."

It was a little risky, Courjee thought, but overall this wasn't a bad solution.

"So," Niklee began, sighing in audible exasperation, "is that what you want to do? Really? Just send him back and forget about the whole thing?"

But there was one problem with this idea. And it was becoming more and more evident the longer Courjee stayed away from the hot pool in the 'entertainment' room.

"Well, that would resolve the issue..."

She didn't want to.

She hadn't formulated the thought, not yet; it was still inimical to her duty-bound conscience. But it was there, emerging from the primal depths of her mind. An abyssal creature that used to prowl in the lightless trenches, now rising rapidly as it raced towards the surface. It bubbled just beneath, as Courjee's consciousness still tried to fight the needs and cravings of her sexually awakened body.

"But why should it be an issue?" Niklee insisted. "It doesn't have to be... You know how they say: no ham, no fowl!"

The chuckle she just gave did nothing to keep the beast at bay. Whether she wanted it or not, the azure-skinned woman found herself entertaining her friend's bold idea.

And as she mulled over it, she couldn't help but to admire its sheer, defiant audacity. It made her own minor transgressions against the protocol feel so insignificant in comparison.

So what that she messed with the climate controls on the station, to make it easier to touch herself whenever she wanted? That was a trifle. Niklee, though? She went down there, and she brought up an actual, real human, so that the guy could be her -- nay, their -- live-in fuck-stud!

"What if he doesn't want to stay?"

The corners of Niklee's mouth rose in a furtive smile. "We would need to do everything to make sure that he does."

Courjee glanced towards the prominent door of the med bay. It was closed, naturally, waiting in silent anticipation. Just like the nameless individual behind it, even though he remained completely unaware.

She let out one final sigh. There was a slight but very perceptible tingle in the sensitive spot below her waist. Perhaps it was this feeling that ultimately nudged her in the direction that she chose -- or maybe she felt the tingling precisely because of what she had chosen already.

"I want to see him."

Either way, the beast had surfaced.

***

CHAPTER 6

For all her recklessness, shown in bringing aboard a live specimen of a primitive species, Niklee had been downright meticulous in one aspect of her dubious venture. She had clearly used all the power of their surveillance systems to pick the best candidate she could find.

He was a young adult male of twenty one years and seventy eight days. He was healthy, with no congenital conditions or physical impairments other than his slightly deficient eyesight. He was two standard deviations above average in height, almost exactly average in weight, had short mahogany hair and a brownish-beige skin complexion.

And right now, as he lay on a floating gurney in the medical bay, he was also completely naked.

"You whisked him away without a stitch of clothing?" Courjee asked, while she eyed his fully exposed body.

"He was sleeping," Niklee explained, "and I was trying to do it fast."

"Fair."

The cautious Observer stood a few paces away from the man, and from this vantage point she had a good overview of the entirety of his physical form. It was by no means unappealing. Courjee didn't put much thought into speculating whether members of his own species would find him attractive; based on what she'd seen -- or rather, watched -- it seemed quite likely.

What mattered was that she did. The familiar excitement washed over her when she saw him, even in his current tranquil state. His elongated form, with broad shoulders and long limbs looked lithe and graceful, but also strong and resilient. She thought it bore a distant resemblance to U'eshay, skin color notwithstanding, which by itself was enough to stir several old and very pleasant memories.

More mundanely, this was also the first male in several decades, of any species, whose physical presence she found herself in. Courjee was mildly shocked that this was enough to make her body crave sex even more. As usual, it was an invigorating sensation that the horny woman had long since learned to appreciate.

"So, why him? Who is he?" she inquired. "You said you trawled through all his data in their systems..."

Niklee nodded, leaning on the gurney but without touching the man's body. She spoke to Courjee but her face was turned towards his. "I looked for a few things at once, and it seems like the combination is pretty rare. He couldn't be ugly, of course, that was the first thing, and I was a bit surprised to find that this also made other things much less likely..."

She explained what it was she'd been looking for. Courjee had to admit that it made a lot of sense.

The most important thing was that the man had to be open-minded, because everything he'd see and experience would be completely new to a human. He should also have some reasonable interest in aliens -- that's how humans would call them -- for otherwise it would be very tough on him to adjust to living among creatures like she and Niklee.

As for more practical matters, she'd also looked for subjects that currently had little to no attachments to other humans. In her mind, this made it far less likely that the man's disappearance would be noticed and investigated in any depth.

"You really thought this through, eh?" Courjee ribbed her cute companion. "Perhaps you are Observer material after all -- assuming, of course, that we somehow overlook your blatant flouting of simple rules and protocol."

The girl looked sheepishly at the smirking woman, who had now approached the naked human on the table. Surprising Niklee, she allowed herself to touch one of the man's limbs, running her fingers along the thickest chunk just below the waist.

It was an odd feeling for Courjee, to touch a human for the first time. What she noticed immediately was that his skin wasn't nearly as smooth and well-moisturized as that of her own species. Those little blades of body hair grated her delicate fingertips, causing strange, vibrating sensations in the sensitive nerves just below her skin. This wasn't entirely unpleasant; the warmth of his body alone seemed to soothe the mild irritation, and all that remained was just a mellow yet invigorating tingle.

She decided that she really liked it.

Her hand then wandered closer and closer to the flabby organ that lay nearby. Her gaze flicked between his serene face and this curious, seemingly superfluous appendage. She studied it carefully, as though expecting it to move or do something, but despite her insistent stare the fleshy tube remained completely inert.

Niklee didn't realize that she was biting her lip, watching her mentor's daring exploration of the man's nude body. She eventually caught on, stifling a gasp when she saw Courjee pinch his soft nakpi between her long fingers.

"What about this?" asked the blue-skinned woman, still smirking. "Did you include this in your criteria?"

Blinking several times, the bemused girl looked like she was at a loss to know how to respond.

"Come on," Courjee insisted, her smile turning more mischievous by the second. "This is what it's all about, isn't it? You said so yourself. And if I am to join you in this -- in this callous disregard of the most fundamental principle of my work as an Observer -- then I have to know whether or not it is worth it."

"I-I would think so," Niklee stuttered eventually. "I mean, he is definitely above average in this area, too..."

"Excellent." The tall woman burst into giggles. "Seems like you've covered all the bases! I absolutely should not be saying anything of the sort but... well, great job, Nik!"

"Thanks!... I guess?"

"Now, if you don't mind," Courjee continued, trailing her hand along the man's flat torso, "this is a matter that only experienced Observers are equipped to handle. You may wait outside if you wish, although it might take a while..."

This time, Niklee didn't stop herself from giving a loud gasp. "Huh? Cour...? What is it that you're going to do?"

"Oh? Isn't it obvious?" A wide grin crept up on her midnight-blue lips. "I'm going to carry out first contact protocols."

***

The amusing expression on Niklee's face -- a mix of surprise, shock, awe, and disappointment -- remained as a latent image in Courjee's mind while she was finalizing her preparations. It was a constant source of amusement, too, making her chuckle each time it flashed before her eyes again.

The best part was that she hadn't even been cheeky. When she ushered Niklee out of the medical bay, the shrewd Observer didn't stretch the truth in the slightest. This was a first contact scenario, in a very real sense, and so it was perfectly reasonable for Courjee to treat it as such.

She had done this stuff before -- quite a few times, in fact. And every time she initiated a first contact procedure, it always began at a really tiny scale: with a single individual of the target species, or perhaps with a small handful at most. It was much less risky to do it this way, compared to landing a diplomatic craft on the proverbial lawn of their supreme leader.

Normally, though, this would've been nothing more than the very earliest stage. Those first few individuals, once enlightened, would go among their people to champion the cause and virtues of the Galactic Union.

It was simply common sense. There was a much bigger chance that a race of three-headed tentacle aliens could be swayed by someone who was also a three-headed tentacle alien. A hideous aquatic biped like Courjee -- with her lustrous aquamarine skin, sleek sinuous curves, and distinct lack of a second and third head -- would be, by her very nature, at a permanent and severe disadvantage.

Start small, expand from there; that's how it was always done. But in this case, the seasoned Observer had no intention of ever expanding this risky endeavor beyond...

"Benjamin Green," she repeated the name Niklee gave her, and smiled. "We are all friends here, so I guess I'll just call you Ben...?"

She was ready. She had dimmed all lights in the med bay and chose a relaxing, if a little sensuous music as the background. She adjusted the climate controls like she was advised, bemoaning the slight chill she'd probably get used to before long. She briefly considered dashing to her quarters and putting on the garments she used to wear, but ultimately she decided against it.

And it wasn't only for the obvious reasons. To present oneself bare was a universal statement -- a promise of total honesty. Nothing to conceal, nothing to hide.

"Well, here it goes," Courjee whispered.

The sedative was already wearing off. The man's lids twitched and he let out a shallow breath. He then took another, and his eyes began to open.

She waited. She was standing some distance away, careful not to spook him. She knew those first few seconds were crucial. He'd survey his surroundings, realize it wasn't what he was familiar with, but his next action was difficult to predict. It could run a whole gamut of different possibilities, and Courjee could only hope he wouldn't become so agitated as to turn violently hostile.

"Huh?... This isn't... Where am I?"

He spoke in a quiet whisper. She responded in her normal, melodious voice.

"Among friends, Ben, even if you don't think so yet."

He gasped, lifting his head to look at her. In the scant lightning of the room, he couldn't possibly see more than a human-like silhouette with a distinctly feminine shape.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice louder but with an audible shake.

"My name is Courjee Lo Phanggeh Terdee," she said, as always feeling needlessly officious when reciting her full name, "but I'd appreciate if you just called me Courjee. Don't worry if you find the exact pronunciation difficult. Your speech apparatus evolved differently from mine, so it may not be possible to reproduce the exact same sounds..."

She could tell he was disoriented and clearly somewhat disturbed, but it was crucial that he got the right idea from the start. Calm, matter-of-fact statements about phenomena which the target species couldn't possibly have encountered were a technique straight from the Observers' playbook. They were like breadcrumbs, leading the subject to draw conclusions that would be too preposterous if spoken out loud.

"Koor... jee..." he repeated, which made Courjee's lips curl up in a smile. "That's a weird name... Wait, hold on... This isn't right." He propped himself to a sitting position. "I was in my bedroom, trying to fall sleep... But this doesn't feel like a dream..."

"This is all real, Ben, I assure you," she said, deciding to take a step forward. She was still mostly in the shadows, but she imagined he might be able to perceive subtle differences in the shape of her skull and body. "It is not quite what you're used to, though. While there are many similarities between our species, you may find my appearance somewhat unusual..."

"Our..." He let out a loud gasp. "Wait, what?"

Courjee took another step, and it was just enough to bring her head and shoulders into view. She immediately stood still, the only motion being that of her blinking eyelids. There was no doubt that her darkly blue, completely uniform eyes would be the most distinctive feature he'd focus on.

They were much easier to notice than the thick cranial tendrils, not nearly as numerous as the human hair. They were stranger than her navy blue lips, softer and more prominent than human's. They overshadowed even her azure skin, whose color he wouldn't perceive very clearly in the overall darkness of the room.

It was those eyes that he was looking into now, his own irises growing wide in shock.

"Whoa! Wow! What the..." He gasped again, staring at Courjee with his jaw hanging open. "You... Are you..."

It took a lot of willpower for her not to smile. This was about the most favorable reaction she could've hoped for.

"Perhaps it would be easier to think who I am not," she said. "Human, for example."

"You gotta be kidding," he mumbled under his breath, and Courjee was delighted he actually leaned in for a better view. "So you really are..."

"We call ourselves the prenuu. Others use different names for our species and culture. In time, I'm sure humans will come up with their own name. Maybe you will be the one to choose it?"

She smiled, letting him stare slack-jawed. This was one of those moments that simply couldn't be rushed.

"Aliens..."

"Technically it's just me, here, in this room. May I come closer?"

He shifted around the bed, looking down his body with a displeased frown. Courjee surmised that he'd just become acutely aware of his current state of exposure.

"I... I don't have any clothes on..."

"That's all right," she said, smile widening, as she stepped forward and revealed her bountiful chest. "Me neither."

Benjamin's jaw got no respite, for it still hung slack, no doubt in response to the ongoing succession of otherworldly events. He could see most the alien woman's body now, and Courjee hoped that this was exactly what he would see her as: a woman. A little unusual by Earth standards, of course, but still incredibly beautiful. With her two aquamarine mounds -- rising proudly from her chest, topped with delectable nipples that stood erect atop the luscious teardrops -- Courjee felt pretty confident that she'd be perceived as female by humans and prenuu alike.

"Wow," he let out, and the expression on his face told her she was probably right.

"I told you, my appearance may seem quite unusual. Still, I believe there are enough similarities between our species that we shall grow accustomed to each other without many issues."

As she said that, she couldn't resist glancing in the general direction of his waist. Right below it, the formerly flaccid organ seemed to be waking up, if only a little, as it slowly grew to a slightly larger size. It might've been a stress response, of course, but Courjee would like to think that, despite the outlandish circumstances, Ben managed to find it within him to appreciate her physical form.

"Umm, yes, I... I don't think it's going be an issue," he stuttered, blatantly staring at the hot alien chick. "Is this how everyone looks? I mean everyone in, uh, you know..."

"In my species?" she helped him. "No, there is variation, just like there is a lot of diversity among humans. But we all share the same basic structure. No extra heads or limbs, if that's what you are worried about."

"What? Uh, no, I mean..." Ben's cheeks started getting flush. "I'm just asking because... Uhm, how do I put it..."

"Ah, I believe I know what you mean," she said, inching ever closer, her gaze dropping to his crotch rather more openly now. "I'm familiar with the way human male body responds to a certain class of stimuli. And based on your... reaction, it would seem that my outward appearance falls into precisely this category."

She was close enough now that Ben should see the entirety of her slender, and yet unmistakably feminine figure. His eyes followed the curving outlines of her body: first contracting into a narrow waist, before expanding into the lush and wide hips, and finally trailing down the long slope of her shapely legs.

There were some minor things along the way that a human would see as oddities, such as the complete absence of a navel. But if Courjee's understanding of their sexuality wasn't completely off-base, then the primal parts of his brain should not be deterred by those tiny inconsistencies.

In his eyes, she should be a woman through and through, and a gorgeous one at that. Perhaps it was no surprise, then, that Ben's young and hormonal body had reacted accordingly.

"I'm s-sorry," he croaked.

"There is no need to be," Courjee said, pausing within an arm's length to Ben and his quickly hardening cock. "Indeed, I am quite pleased to provoke such a natural and positive reaction. It bodes well for the prosperity of our interspecies relations..."

"Ah, yes, I suppose," he said, trying to swallow, as he watched the azure beauty study his growing erection. "I'm just not used to, uh, being exposed like this..."

"It's perfectly understandable," she said, giving him a kind and calming smile. "It must be quite a stressful situation for you. It makes me wonder: is there a simple way for me to make you feel better?"

Her question was accompanied by a probing hand, hovering just within reach of Ben's ever-hardening manhood. Forgetting to breathe at times, the young man watched it closely, his gaze seemingly captured by the translucent half-membranes which connected the slender fingers.

Like the other things he'd noticed, these were just some unimportant curiosities; they did nothing to hinder his steadily growing erection. It was clear that Ben was too preoccupied with the exotic allure of his sexy alien woman for such trifles to distract him much.

"What... what do you suggest?"

She smiled again. "May I touch it?"

He took a deep breath and nodded before exhaling. He then took another breath and held it, just as Courjee's deft hand wrapped itself around his thick, fully hard cock.

"You can relax," she said quietly, smile turning into a sultry smirk. "This might be my first time, but I am confident I can handle such... impressive specimen..."

She was right: her touch felt simply divine. The full length of his shaft was immediately coated in a watery substance, the innate moisture of her hands acting as a natural lubricant for her ministrations. Ben gave out a strained groan, surprised at how quickly she had teased him to a throbbing, almost painful erection. She was doing a terrific job, stroking his cock with caring and graceful movements, keeping a steady pace that had him sighing and moaning in pleasure.

"Does this feel right for you?" Courjee asked coquettishly, fingers working the sensitive circle under his glans. "It seems like it's only getting you more excited..."

"It's... great... You know, this is what always happens... when..."

She giggled. "Oh, I do know that! Believe it not, but I'm rather well-versed in the manifold ways humans engage in mutual pleasure. I know what happens when you do this long enough... Yes, I can actually feel it grow and twitch..."

A few thoughts must've run through Ben's mind by now, leading to a thousand questions that he really should've been asking. But after just one pass through his head they became stuck somewhere in the back of it, shelved for the time being as totally unimportant. He concentrated on the exquisite sensations emanating from his pulsing dick, trying to focus his gaze on the calm, attentive, and strangely beautiful face of the blue-skinned alien woman.

"I... I think I'm close..."

"Good," Courjee said. "Don't hold it. Allow me to do this instead..."

The words barely left her mouth before Ben's cock entered it. She had bent down and took its swollen head between her lips, using the agile tongue to wipe clean the copious trail of pre-cum. Then, before the overwhelmed man managed to give little more than a single whimper, she was already trying to swallow the rest of his straining hard-on.

"Oh... Oh fuck!"

After her manual ministrations, there wasn't much hope for the young man to last long inside Courjee's hot mouth. She had barely began to lick and suck him, coating his rod in her saliva, when a protracted groan announced the arrival of his orgasm. His first shot took her by surprise, as did the salty taste of his semen, but she swallowed it without issue, and then did the same with all the others.

Close to a dozen blasts ultimately ended up flowing down Courjee's throat. Ben simply kept cumming, over and over again, large volleys of seed coaxed from him by the surprisingly talented cocksucker. Each one would result in a shot of electric pleasure, running through his spine and exiting as a loud gasp or moan. At the end of it he fell back on the bed and sighed, overwhelmed by the blissful sensations, while the enthusiastic woman licked off the last drop of his copious jizz.

Thus ended the first successful exchange of body fluids between the two species. The Observer concluded that his selshee was something she could definitely acquire a taste for.

"Well... Better now?"

The response came at length, and it was barely audible. "Y-yeah..."

"Excellent. Now, since you were so gracious as to give me your essence... Would you like to taste mine in return?"

To this, the young man reacted in a rather more animated fashion.

"Huh?" His head and torso bolted straight up. "What?"

***

CHAPTER 7

"Okay, this is taking way too long," Niklee said, as she paced to and fro, every now and again looking at the locked door that Courjee had closed in her face. "What is going on in there?"

She stopped, waiting for an answer that didn't come.

"Hey!" she yelled at the automated assistant. "Did you hear me?"

"Information withheld about the proceedings inside the medical bay."

She groaned. "You are no fun, you know that?"

"Information nonexistent about Aspiring Observer Niklee's definition of 'fun'."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever! Just tell me how long it will take take, okay? I don't even know if I should wait here, or..."

"Information unavailable about the estimated time remaining for the proceedings inside the medical bay."

She scoffed. "Awesome. Guess I just have to leave her to it, huh?"

With that, the impatient girl turned around and stomped away in a huff. Whatever Courjee was doing with the human that she had brought aboard, Niklee didn't really have much choice but to wait.

***

"Mmm, very nice," Courjee said huskily. "You must quite like the taste..."

The sound of sucking and lapping stopped, and a quiet whisper came out of Ben's cloyed throat.

"Yeah, it's really good," he admitted, a bit sheepishly, backing off from her still-dripping breast. "What do you call this again?"

She chuckled softly. "It's selshee. Delicious and nutritious! Both sexes produce it in my species, and it's also the same thing in either case. I know that's a bit different compared to humans."

"Right, I guess..."

The exact mechanics of her secretions was one of the less significant questions that Courjee had had to answer. Nevertheless she did so happily, likewise with anything else that Ben asked her to explain.

His curiosity seemed largely limited to Courjee herself, though, or more precisely to her species. In all honesty, that was a major relief for her. It was only in the broadest strokes that she had told Ben what the inhabited galaxy looks like, or how it was organized in terms of politics and trade.

She didn't want to go into too much detail, for that could easily lead to some uncomfortable questions about her job and everything it entailed. Knowing the truth, Ben would probably figure out that he wasn't intended to share what he'd learned with other humans anytime soon.

Instead, the blue-tinted beauty had him focused on some of the finer points of prenuu physiology. Chief among them were all the numerous ways in which it was mutually compatible with human anatomy.

"I quite liked your selshee, too," she purred, her hand circling his semi-hard dick. "I wouldn't mind sampling it again when you have some more."

Ben's mouth had remained half-open, having tasted the creamy milk from Courjee's breasts, and it was easy to see why his jaw stayed hanging. The sexy alien chick sat right across from him, all nude, cross-legged between his own spread thighs. She nudged him into this position following a scrumptious handjob which she had administered to his impressive erection -- a hard-on which, incidentally, she had also been the sole cause of.

Looking back, the young man thought he should seriously reconsider whether everything that happened so far wasn't a dream after all. The fact that this gorgeous woman was apparently eager to devour his cock again didn't assuage his doubts in the slightest.

"Well, uh, sure, but there is usually some time needed before I... I mean, before a male --"

"Oh yes, I am aware," she said, a sultry smirk creeping on her navy blue lips. "But young and healthy men like yourself are known to require very little recovery time. So, I wonder... When you are ready again, perhaps we could try something a little different?"

Ben let out an indistinct croak when her delicate hand touched his rising cock once again. "What... what do you mean?"

She giggled, juggling the mostly-hard shaft between her damp fingers. "Well, if I were to follow the customs of my species, then I'd ask you if you would like to couple with me," she said, switching her ministrations to gentle, leisurely strokes. "In your culture, though, I believe the closest equivalent is to fuck."

She uttered the word so casually, almost innocently, that a shocked gasp died in Ben's throat.

"Did you just, uh..."

She giggled again, this time ending on a rather more mischievous grin. "Yes, I definitely did! Would you like to...? You know, coupling is very pleasurable for my species, and I heard that sex can be very much the same for yours..."

He blinked several times, his mouth once again lingering in its usual open state. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he glanced down and saw Courjee's dexterous hand as it manipulated his cock and teased it to full hardness. Alien or not, this voluptuous creature was not just beautiful in her appearance but also downright seductive in her behavior; Ben had a hard time, literally, to think of her as anything other than an unbelievably sexy woman.

"Y-yes," he stuttered, "but... how?"

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem at all," she fluttered, getting on her knees and shuffling just a little bit closer to Ben. "I have just the right opening to take in it your large appendage, and it is -- right -- here!"

As she said that she scooted forward, and the opening between her legs revealed itself in its ethereal beauty. It was primed and ready, the deep blue pussy fully prepared to receive Ben's red, veiny cock. The eightfold rose petals parted and swirled away, and the heated glove surrounded his pulsing manhood: warm, wet, welcoming. It wrapped itself around the man's aching member, soothing it with its honey-like balm, from the very tip of the swollen mushroom head and down to its base and hilt.

This all happened in a flash: the young man had barely noticed before he was already fully sheathed inside Courjee's moist tunnel. He felt the dampness of her sensitive crotch as it rubbed against his; and the slippery, almost gooey consistency of her tight inner canal. But most of all he felt the constant quivering of her sleek walls, massaging his cock through a thick layer of her natural lubricant.

"Ahhh!" he groaned, as the delayed sensations finally reached his instantly overloaded brain. "Holy shit..."

A quiet, breathy whimper came from his otherworldly partner. She closed her eyes and angled her neck backwards, as she savored the novel feeling of Ben's hard cock within her soft and sensitive interior. An immediate wave of pleasure had radiated from her center; she was still feeling its warm tingles as it spread throughout her body.

So, this was sex, she thought; no wonder humans loved it so much. We barely even started, and the only thing I can compare this to is U'e--

"Oooh!" a sudden moan escaped her throat, interrupting her idle musings. It was an involuntary thrust of Ben's hips that did this, like a jolt of pure electricity, traveling up her spine and eliciting lusty noises from her mouth.

This one thrust was enough to make Courjee shudder, the slightest move inching her ever-closer to the edge of a powerful climax. Needless to say, she immediately wanted more.

"Fuck," Ben said breathlessly. "This is... just..."

"So good," she gasped, her chin falling forward as her eyes met his. "Your cock... It feels so good inside me!"

"And your... uh, pussy?"--she grinned, and nodded--"It's absolutely... amazing..."

There was a brief moment of susurrous silence, interspersed only by their heavy breathing. Eyes half-closed, Courjee tried her best to adjust to the feeling of Ben's cock filling her, and how the merest twitch and wiggle was speeding her towards a potentially massive orgasm. She took another deep breath and consciously relaxed every tense muscle, and this was finally enough to get a grip over the writhing and the spasming of her sexually charged body.

She was ready now -- ready to fuck her cute and sexy human.

"Feeling alright in there?" she asked teasingly, getting a jerky nod in response. "Good. Just so you know... When you touch me there, which is what your cock is doing, I will eventually get to the peak of what you call an orgasm. You know what happens then?"

Ben swallowed, shaking his head no.

"I cum," Courjee said with a giggle. "Which is to say, there may be more selshee dripping from my 'breasts'. It could get a bit messy, unless of course you are ready to lick it all up!"

He gasped. "I... I'll try..."

"Excellent! So, I guess it's gonna be me doing most of the work again, huh?"

Ben was about to say something, but Courjee silenced him with a finger on his lips. Moving her hands to lay on his shoulders, she leaned forward, placing her oval face just inches away from his.

Her irregular breaths, with quick inhales and very long exhales, caressed his mouth and chin with gentle breeze of warm, humid air. Those deep, darkly blue eyes gazed into him hypnotically, and he felt himself drowning in the sea of their shared lust and desire.

And then, she started to ride him.

It wouldn't be fair to say that it was nothing but pure instinct at play. After all, Courjee had spent thousands upon thousands of hours watching Ben's people go at it in every conceivable manner.

But when she finally impaled herself upon his jutting manhood, the aquatic vixen could remember only the coarsest of details from the countless 'cultural artifacts' she had curated. It was, by any measure, a raw expression of her primal desires -- the exact same ones that Ben, an alien creature from half a galaxy away, also shared by the virtue of having evolved in an infinite, vibrant universe.

It was a true galactic union. And it was breathtakingly beautiful.

She rode him for what felt like ages; in reality, it had only been a couple of minutes. An intense orgasm washed over her trembling body, spilling long streams of her milky essence that her lover was much too surprised to catch at the source.

The whitish substance dribbled down her sea-colored body, until the emboldened young man ran his tongue along its length and latched his mouth to her still-dripping nipples. He sucked on them hungrily, alternating between each hard nub, and the added thrill of nursing from the hot alien babe sped him on the way to his own powerful release.

"I'm gonna cum," he croaked. "C-can I?"

"Oooh, yes... Every single drop, Ben! Give me all of your tasty selshee!"

Still reeling from her recent climax, and yet straying closer and closer to another, the horny vixen clamped down hard on Ben's bucking member. She squeezed it between her thighs and tensed her well-trained pussy muscles around it, this joint assault pushing him over the threshold and into the starry realm of total bliss.

"AAAAH!" Ben cried out, filling her insides with rope after rope of his hot and thick seed. He shot it all inside her, just like the blue nymph wanted, coming in many large spurts that recoiled with powerful jolts of pleasure.

Strong and plentiful, the rampant spasms and jerks of his spurting member soon triggered Courjee's own intense orgasm. For several blissful moments, the unlikely couple shared a spell of raw carnal delight, and it transcended any and all differences that lay between their distant kinds. Her precious opening was soon completely filled with his manly essence, just as Ben laid his heavy head on the pillow, smiling from ear to ear, his face and neck sprinkled with many stray droplets of his lover's delicious selshee.

"Mmmm," the woman purred contentedly. "That was truly something else... Oh, and it seems I made a bit of a mess indeed!"

Without hesitation she bent down and gently licked his face clean, drawing a quiet gasp and a soft chuckle from the satisfied yet amused man. He shifted his head and she read his intentions correctly, joining him for a brief but deep and sensuous kiss. She then withdrew with a teasing giggle, straightening up and looking at him with a wide grin that dug into her purplish cheeks.

"Well, I do hope that you enjoyed this," she said, licking her lips sensuously. "Because I can tell you that I did, very much so..."

"Aha," Ben let out dreamily, still smiling, even as his lidded eyes struggled to remain open.

She leaned down once again to lay a soft kiss on his forehead. She whispered a quiet thank-you and got a cozy grumble in response. The tired and overstimulated young man soon drifted to a deep sleep.

Slowly and with care, Courjee dismounted his softened manhood. Leaving the cute human to rest, she silently padded out the medical bay, an immensely satisfied smile adorning her puffy blue lips.

***

"Finally! What took you so long?"

Looking up from the sheet of screen-paper she was reading, Niklee greeted the senior Observer with a squint of her verdant eyes. She immediately noticed the aura of cheerful exuberance that radiated from the tall woman. The spring in her carefree steps gave her bosom a mouthwatering bounce.

"I told you, Nik," she said with a grin. "First contact protocols."

"Oh, I see," the girl replied mockingly. "Did they happen to include fucking the subject silly? "

Courjee let out an amused chuckle. "Well, in this case, they kind of had to..."

Niklee rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but to snort a laugh as well. "You're so bad! After all that stuff you have told me, about the duties of an Observer, and how this is the last thing I should have done, and how we need to stay secret, and... and..." She paused for a breath before adding, "So? How was it? And where is he now? I want to meet him, too!"

"He's sleeping it off," Courjee said, a proud smirk leaping across her face. "I might have tired him a little, though I doubt he's going to complain when he wakes up."

"So bad!" repeated the shorter girl, and laughed. "But okay, I'll wait my turn I guess. It's not like he's going anywhere, right?"

The smile on Courjee's face waned by a little more than a touch. "I want to say it's all up to him but..." She gave a deep sigh. "It's just complicated."

It really was, she thought, and it would be regardless of Ben's decision.

If he insisted on returning to Earth, then the protocol was painfully clear as to what was supposed to happen. The Observers had very broad latitude when it came to preventing and mitigating exposure damage -- up to and including termination of the primitive individuals involved. Considering that this was only one such individual, and a thoroughly unimportant one at that, the relevant protocols behooved her to go with the zero-risk option.

But of course, Courjee had long since resolved to treat those strict protocols as little more than loose guidelines.

Which was why, should Benjamin Green wish to resume living his life as a regular human, her first instinct was to simply let him. She wouldn't be shirking her duties by doing so, not quite, because whatever memetic damage his return would cause should, in her estimation, remain limited and relatively minor. Sure, it would still require some additional surveillance efforts, but she knew her pedantic assistant could easily handle this extra workload.

Let's face it: down there, on Earth, there was no shortage of lunatics who claimed they had encountered aliens in various forms. Most rational humans these days didn't give those claims any credence. That this young man would happen to tell the truth -- indeed, if he even chose to share his incredible story with anyone -- was pretty much of no consequence. No one important would believe him anyway, Courjee thought, and the irony of this fact made her let out a soft chuckle.

"Come on! It's obvious he's not going anywhere," Niklee proclaimed enthusiastically. "Who would choose to return to this boring Stone Age planet, when instead he can have all the sexy fun here with us?"

"They are hardly 'Stone Age'," Courjee chided her, "but either way... You know that that wouldn't make things any less complicated, right?"

"Oh? Why?"

"Because Jithro will have my head, metaphorically speaking, if he learns I'm keeping a primitive alien in my post," Courjee explained. "He'll banish me to the globular cluster in the galactic center, to watch some bacteria crawl out of the tidal pools for the millionth time before they're snuffed out of existence by another gamma ray -- or, you know, something to this effect..."

"Huh? I thought we're only interested in intelligent life?"

She waved her hand. "Figure of speech. Point is, we'd have to be very, very careful from thereon out..."

Niklee shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "Well, we do know how to keep secrets, don't we?"

Courjee rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

"Sorry," the girl said with a giggle. "But seriously, I'm sure that you -- that we can handle it, no matter what our cute human decides in the end."

Her mentor sighed, before giving her a faint smile and a nod.

Lingering doubts and second thoughts aside, Courjee felt heartened by Niklee's unwavering optimism. They might have gone a little too far, following their base drives and cravings, but no one had been truly harmed by their indulgent mischief. Not even their sexy boy-toy, whether or not they would have to release him in the end.

Yes, they were treading uncharted territory, but wasn't that what the Observers' mission was about? Now, at the very least, Courjee had no reason to complain that her job was getting too boring.