>anthro space miner wakes up one day to find her ship has REALLY changed position while she slept
>stars are all kinds of fucking wrong, doesn't even look like the same solar system
>while trying to figure out wtf happened, suddenly hear some panicked voices on the radio
>some nearby ship is losing fucking AIR
>not too far away, near some small blue-ish planet
>she makes haste to intercept
>holy shit these guys are suicidal
>they are flying around space in a fucking tincan?!
>already has hole blown on one side
>hails them, lets them know help has arrived
>"Hey emergency caller, this is the Ditas, rescue is here."
>two minutes of dead silence
>shit, are they already dead?
>"Uh, please repeat that last message unknown sender."
>"This is the Ditas, I say again, rescue has arrived. I can haul your little deathtrap into my cargo bay, and pressurize from there."
>five minutes of radio silence
>"This is the Apollo 13, where are you Ditas?"
>wow, they must be having severe radio problems
>"Look out a window Apollo 13."
>through the monitor she can see a white suited figure with a gold colored helmet in one of the small windows on the tiny craft
>ten minutes of full radio silence, can still see them moving around, at least one looking out the window at all times
>she takes the time to observe the small ship
>looks like two small tubes stuck together in the middle, with an engine on one end and landing struts on the other, but the side with the struts has some small engines too
>it was small, smaller than her fucking kitchen
>these people decided to fly in space in this thing?
>no, probably not decided, probably forced
>fucking corps were cutting every corner they could, of course they would want to make some small shitcan for simple jobs
>"Apollo 13 here, we would appreciate the rescue Ditas."

>brings her ship in close, opens cargo doors, carefully collects the little ship, closes doors and begins pressurization
>sets ship to drift, then runs down to her med station
>grabs oxygen, plasma, nutrition shots, adrenaline shots, and a few other supplies, no telling what they went through before rescue
>heads down to cargo bay, arrives just as it finishes pressurizing
>lets Apollo 13 know it's safe to come out now, walks over to meet them
>all same white suits, gold colored visor helmets
>they keep looking at her and then each other as she's asking them if they are injured or malnourished
>only answering in short replies, "no" and "we're fine"
>they keep looking around at ship, and at her
>starting to get a bit creepy, what is with the staring and why did they take so long to reply?
>"Hey, do you guys mind taking off the masks? Feels like I'm talking to some helmets."
>they do the "lets look at each other" thing again
>just as she thought something bad was about to happen, they reach up to move their visors out of the way
>they are NOT her species
>suddenly all the weirdness makes sense, the odd design of the small craft, their reactions to her and her ship
>she makes a small noise out of shock
>followed by the realization she was not only all alone, but just let three aliens into her home
>her scream causes the three aliens to flinch back, one falling down
>she runs to her quarters screaming all the way, and promptly barricades herself in
>only to realize she failed to lock the fucking things in the cargo bay
>feels oddly cold
>looks down
>still in fucking underwear from when she woke up

>Fred picked himself off of the floor while Jim and Jack looked at each other in bewilderment
>suddenly Jim yelled out "Get inside, now!" while pointing at the small hatch the alien had fled to
>seeing their confused looks, he followed it with "What if she decides to kick us back to space?"
>they ran for the hatch, and practically dived through, deciding to close it behind them in case their alien host decided to open the cargo door
>they found themselves in some access tunnel that ran the length of the massive alien ship
>Jack was the first to speak
>"Ok, now what?"
>"We better call home, I'm not entirely sure that was the 'successful contact with an alien species' Huston was hoping for." was Jim's response
>"Huston, can you hear us?"
>"We copy that Apollo, go ahead Jim."
>"We are currently inside of the alien spacecraft, and we did encounter an alien."
>"Everyone alright Apollo?"
>"There was no violence Huston, the alien ran away screaming."
>"What happened Apollo?"
>they relayed the incident to ground control
>"What did the alien look like Apollo?"
>Jim looked at Fred and Jack, and they all had the same look on their faces
>in response to the unasked question, Fred said "We'll back you up Jim."
>"Huston, the alien looks like a cross between a human and a deer."
>"Could you repeat that Apollo?"
>"The alien looks like a humanoid deer. About as tall as we are, thin, covered in fur."
>"We copy that Apollo."
>Jack spoke once the radio went silent
>"So, just to confirm I wasn't seeing things, the alien was wearing a bra, right?"
>"We don't know if it was a bra, maybe that's just what their species wears?"
>"What makes you think that?
>"Well, she did wear it when she came to greet us."
>"So you agree those were breasts?"
>"Jack, is that really what you are thinking about right now? We are meeting an alien species for the first time, walking on an alien ship, and you are focusing on the alien's body?"

>"Cut me some slack Fred, I haven't slept in two days and I think I just saw an alien with hard nipples, my brain is having a bit of a hard time processing that."
>"Fellas, I think we should go find out where the alien got off to, don't you think?"
>"Not entirely sure that's a good idea Jim, if she's already scared she might attack us."
>"She could be going for a weapon right now, should we wait until she's armed?"
>both turned to Jack for his opinion
>"You fellas saw nipples, right?"
>Fred looked like he wanted to punch Jack
>"Alright, lets go find her."

>meanwhile the alien was watching them on a monitor in her quarters, noticing they had a discussion, then started moving through her ship as a group
>slowly, carefully, they were most obviously hunting her while keeping an eye out for traps and surprises
>and she didn't have a single fucking weapon in the room, all weapons were on the bridge, all knives were in the kitchen, all power tools were in the cargo bay
>and they were big, bigger than her, probably stronger as well
>the moment she stepped outside her quarters, she was certain they would be on her
>she had some food stashed in her room for when she occasionally woke up hungry and didn't want to walk all the way to the kitchen, and could get water from the sink in her washroom
>but it was only a matter of time until one of those things grabbed one of her rock jacks and smashed a hole through the bulkhead into her room
>if she wasn't so terrified, she might have noticed the subtle changes her body was experiencing

>the astronauts moved through the ship, staring at everything in sight
>though alien, almost everything seemed logical to the human mind
>there was an obvious food preparation area, a command deck of sorts that was little more than a bank of monitors in front of a heavily cushioned chair the pilot most likely sat in

>along with the cargo bay they were previously in, there was also a room with an odd bed that was most likely medical related considering the gloves, needles, and bandages also present
>over half the ship appeared to be dedicated storage for piles of rock
>some mining machinery in another room solved that mystery
>another room housed some machinery they couldn't quite understand, and they figured it was probably the engine room based on it's location on the ship
>there was one more room, but the door didn't open when they approached it like the others did

>the aliens had finished their search of the ship, and had pinpointed her location
>she was trapped and there was no way out, she could only wonder how long the locked door would protect her
>she always knew she would likely die far from her home world, deep space mining usually had that effect
>but to die from alien attack? Never in a million years would she have guessed that one
>she suddenly regretted not springing for the defense system the ship builder tried to sell her
>seemed foolish to worry about pirates so far from the shipping lanes
>she figured, in her defense, encountering aliens was never considered a legitimate possibility
>she thought back to her professors talking about how it was mathematically impossible
>she swore if she ever made it home alive, she was going to get revenge on those bastards
>squeezing her arms tight around herself, she let go with a sudden gasp
>fuck her breasts were sensitive out of nowhere
>she can't be in heat now, it's not even close to her usual cycle
>a quick touch to check, and yes, she is VERY sensitive
>certainly feels like heat
>maybe this is what happens when you go insane?
>after trying to snap out of it for a minute or two, she decides it would be best to get it over with to clear her head
>keeping an eye on the monitor to make sure she had time to react if she saw the aliens attempting to break in, she began playing with herself

>less than 30 seconds later, she felt she was close to a finish
>the hell, she had never come that quickly before
>wasn't feeling any better either, still horny
>tries to ignore it, but feeling isn't going away
>keeps getting more aggravating
>masturbates again, again finishes in less than a minute
>something isn't right
>check ship status program
>it's reporting a biological contamination in the air supply and failure to filter it
>goddamn pheremones
>with horror it dawns on her, this was their plan from the beginning
>she's already lost, only one thing left to do
>begins recording what will most likely be her last transmission, a warning
>"T-this iiiiIIISS! t-t-the Ditas. I've encount...UGH, encountered an alien spe-e-e-cies, fuck. Oh shit! I...I'm rapidly losing controllllll, can't think straight. Pheremones. The whole s-ship is flooded. I CAN'T STOP FUCKING TOUCHING MYSELF! It doesn't help e-e-either, jussst get more horny. Beware, can't fight..."

>the film stopped and the lights came on
>the professor spotted more than a few smiling human male students, and embarrassed looking nemesian female students
>all the nemesian female students were wearing the special breathing masks that filtered out the humans pheremones, as was the professor
>"And that class, is why the first contact between the humans and our species was and is considered so embarrassing. Not what happened, but the sole fact that that transmission is now forever enshrined in our history."
>a male human raised his hand
>"Is it really that bad?"
>she fixed him with a mild glare, fuckers were always so cocky
>"What should have been a major serious historical event is now forever tied to a video of a scruffy miner masturbating with two hands while ranting about how horny she is. I trust you can see the problem with that?"
>he ceded the point with a smirk
>fucking cocky bastards
>so many of them had moved to their world, you couldn't even go outside anymore without a mask

>it didn't help matters any that everyone knew the story of what happened after she sent off her scattered message
>she unbarricaded the door, yelled "I SURRENDER!" at the rescued human crew, then promptly tore off her underwear, assumed the doggy position, and begged them to please stop torturing her and give her some release
>when they hesitated, she launched herself at poor Jack, shredded his suit off of him, and promptly forced herself on him
>Jim didn't interfere since he wasn't sure if he should anger their host, Fred just thought it was hilarious
>then there was the first delegation meeting
>their side came prepared with the special breathing masks
>the humans played dirty, having someone hide the replacement filters
>soon the delegation found their masks failing
>the scheme suddenly became apparent to them once they found the replacement filters missing, and the exits sealed
>after what can only be described as an orgy, the delegation came back greatly ashamed with a trade deal that gave the humans everything they wanted
>including rights to move into nemesian territory
>they would have fought against it
>they probably should have fought against it
>but when your species is 95% female, you find you're willing to make concessions in exchange for certain favors
>especially when dealing with a species with a surplus of males that output powerful pheremones
>there were some inter-species issues, the human females were not happy at all to suddenly have a few billion females competing against them for males
>but human females didn't move into nemesian worlds, so it was only really an issue when traveling

>after the class ended, she went to her office, waiting for the knock she knew would be coming
>*knock knock*
>sure enough, it was the one that asked the question, even though she was sure he already knew the answer
>cocky bastards
>he wanted to talk to her about his grade, she knew full well what he really meant
>after all, she didn't fail to notice he locked the door as he came in
>she reached into her desk to get a fresh filter
>goddamnit
>she let out a sigh
>"I see you've at least been paying attention in class."
>"Of course, you always have my full attention."
>he started to come around the desk
>"Doesn't explain how you got into my office."
>"A friend helped."
>should she call for help? Scream? Beg him not to make her into an unethical teacher that sleeps with her students?
>she reached up and removed the breathing mask, putting it inside her desk drawer, then looked at the smiling human
>she sighed and stood up, unbuttoning her blouse
>just one breath and already she was feeling warm
>"I already know I'm going to do whatever you tell me to."
>he kept looking at her with that goddamn smug look on his face
>"Hm?"
>"I just ask you don't keep me here too long, I have another class to teach in an hour."
>by the time he was putting his arms around her, she already had problems standing
>she reflected it would be a lot easier to be angry at the humans if their pheromones weren't so effective