New Frontiers v1.6

New Frontiers

Aaron was trying to figure out what had Y’thana so eager. She had him by the wrist as she dragged him through the forest, a term that Aaron was still skeptical of using because the trees surrounding him looked like they were burned to cinders, despite being covered with dark cobalt leaves and bearing fruit.

Such strange things were common on the new integrated test colony with an alien species organized into a group called the Canthan Council. They were bipedal and reptilian in nature; evolution giving them a layer of scales on top of the skin to protect against the elements and sporting four digit hands with claws. Their faces were more reptilian than humanoid, baring the human-like eyes, recessed snout, and small ram-like horns coiling out of the sides of the head just above subtle, pointed ears. And best of all, they were peaceful from first contact.

“Y’thana, where are we going?”

Y’thana paused, looking around before turning back to him, whispering in a gentle, yet enthusiastic voice, “It’s not far from here. I have something I want to ask you about when we get there.” She continued pulling him by his wrist. Late summer winds flowed through the forest, rolling over the two of them in a gentle tide. The sun was slowly climbing in the morning sky. Y’thana was wearing a Canthan jacket that was pleasantly similar to his own. From the waist down, she only wore a thigh length kilt-esque garment with two wide strips of fabric draped between her legs, on her front and covering her backside. The strips were adorned with the marking of her hometown and her family.  Her free hand rested on a small field bag across her shoulder.

“Where is this place?” Aaron asked again, still confused as to what she was up to.

“It’s just up ahead, it is by the Cliffs Emerald,” His eyes narrowed on her last two words as he adjusted the small translator earpiece tucked around his ear.  The translators were a fantastic development between humans and Canthan, mostly thanks to the Canthan engineers,  allowing for interspecies communications so well-processed and translated that abstract human language concepts like humor and sarcasm crossed the language barrier with almost no complication. Almost was the key word,  as there was still plenty of work and optimization to be done. Technical gripes aside, Y’thana had a spring in her step he wasn’t used to and her excitement was contagious, even if he had almost no idea what it was about.

Y’thana brushed aside a small set of branches and pulled Aaron through.  It was a small, peaceful clearing , with a small stream flowing as gently as the breeze. A woody, natural smell filled the air.  Y’thana let out a long, excited snarl, “This was one of my favorite places to daydream and watch the stars when I was a young manth’e. “

Aaron almost didn’t hear her,  his attention consumed by the stunning view off of the nearby cliff. Vast emerald-colored canyons,  hundreds of feet tall and stretching for miles.  Multi-generational bands of soil and sediment came together to meet at an awe-inspiring waterfall.  Gently fanning forest and fauna spread along the base of this geographical marvel,  thick and rich with life.  Aaron felt a hand on his shoulder:  Y’thana’s voice was calm, soaking in the scene along with him,  “Beautiful,  isn’t it? “

Aaron was almost too mesmerized to respond,  “Yes.“

“I remember finding this place when I was growing up.  It’s still just as beautiful as the first time,  everytime I come out.“

The scene held both spectator’s attention for a moment longer.  Aaron let out a sigh before turning to Y’thana,  “You said that you had a question for me?“

The Canthan perked back to life,  a hint of reservation in her voice,  “Yes, I did.  You and I have done a fantastic job of documenting and explaining each other cultures, with help from our scientific and cultural fields,  yes? “

“Yeah.” Aaron replied.

“Well,  I have been asking my colleagues and browsing through various documents that our two species have shared and I have noticed a curious omission.”

The thought of a scientific omission piqued Aaron’s interest,  “What’s the omission?“

Y’thana took a moment before continuing, “There are no documents on reproduction or breeding, and if there are they must be kept somewhere we can’t access them. Personally, I feel that such an important biological and reproductive process would be documented for the benefit of both parties to understand their biological and anatomical base. So I was wondering if you could teach me… ”

Before the thought could actually register, Aaron responded,  “Teach you what?“

Her response was just as rapid,  “I would like to learn how humans copulate. Would you be willing to teach me?“

Aaron stood dumbfounded. Was she asking to have sex with him? No, there had to be some mistake with the translator, his mind spinning as he replied, “Teach you… how humans have sex?”

Y’thana’s calm, sharp-toothed smile seemed perfectly confident opposite his own wide-eyed stare, “Yes, teach me.”

“Like right now?” Aaron blurted, still trying to figure out exactly what she was asking. There was no way she was asking him to have sex.

Y’thana shrugged, cocking an amused grin, “Now seems like as good a time as any.”

Aaron’s mind began racing through all of the endless and terrifying complications that might exist, unknown to the two of them: some strange cellular interaction between their genitalia, a radical difference in pH of the fluids, size incompatibility, anatomical complications of any wild and undiscovered fashion, professional outcast, societal exile, “What about the risks? Wouldn’t the differences in our bodies complicate things?”

Y’thana paused in thought for a moment, “Well, biologically speaking, our bodies aren’t that different Aaron. We can eat each other’s food, like when you showed me pasta and I let you try a small loaf of urlitha. I don’t think that anything we learn would be dangerous anyways..” she continued, puffing out her chest in pride, hands on her hips, “And besides that, aren’t we still documented as the most successful Cross-Species Cultural documentation experts?”


When the two races, Human and Canthan, came together in peace, and after learning each other’s language, it was agreed by both parties that an immediate and uncontrolled integration of humans into the Canthan colonial worlds was an egregiously irresponsible action and would undoubtedly lead to culture shock and interspecies unrest. The first steps in the process of cultural integration were rigidly scientific, and conducted by carefully selected groups of scientists and volunteers: finding out if bodily fluids or the simple presence of the other race would bring on sickening conditions, finding compatible medicines and learning what specific medicines were needed to treat members of the other species. Food and drink tests, including various cultural specialties and the testing of alcohol and hard spirits. The tests were exhaustive and devoid of personal comforts, for the safety and security of both parties.

The second phase was in progress, with intellectual experts exchanging ever-changing samplings of their respective intellectual and creative arts. Scientists came together on set aside land and specific colonies for cultural exchange. The program had been going on successfully for nearly a decade and was projected to continue for at least 30 more years. Aaron and Y’thana were both members in one of the leading groups in cultural exchange, education and documentation, including taking part in a trial Partner Learner Group program. They were documented as the most wide-researching and insightful duo in the program,  delving less deeply than the other groups into a topic of study, but covering a much wider range of topics and helping to lay a solid groundwork for other scholars.

That did little to quell Aaron’s nerves now. He doubted that cross-species sexual relations were something that the cultural programs were planning on looking into anytime soon, if ever.

“Besides, we always learn these things in the proper manner Aaron. We are scientists, right?” Y’thana continued, taking a step closer, “And if anyone is going to find these things out, wouldn’t it be us?”

“I … I guess it would be us,” Aaron conceded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Wow, this might actually be happening.

The two of them had been living together happily for nearly 3 years, turning half of their living unit into an absolute mess of papers and research work. Aaron was focused on the novelty of living and working on inter-species research, so completely consumed with the equally foreign and familiar Canthan concepts and customs. He realized that he never stopped to think about how he thought about his colleague, the person he lived with. She was charming, exotic, beautiful, enthusiastic. They shared a lot living and working together…

Why not share more?

Why not share this?

He knew she liked him. Exactly how much he didn’t know... but if she wanted to learn how humans had sex, then he’d be right here for her.

But how was this supposed to work?

“I’m uh… actually drawing a blank here. Did you have someplace in mind you wanted to begin?”

The Canthan walked over to a nearby rock and pulled out a multi-recorder,  turning it on and calibrating the small device for just a moment.  She set it down on the flattest surface of the rock she could find,  the small device began to float, adjusting itself to be level and maintain a stable hover. After a few moments the device chirped and focused a red eye on them, keeping a video and translated document of their conversation.

“Planning on documenting everything,  huh?“ Aaron chuckled,  slowly walking towards her.

“If we are going to actually learn this,  documenting it will make things easier for us,” Y’thana muttered,  perking up as she began, “Interspecies Cultural Exchange Group 13-Yular.  Y’thana Teo and Aaron Mortzman documenting. Preliminary research and documentation on reproduction and copulation for both human and canthan subjects,” she paused,  “In all honesty, this log is hardly formal enough to be considered research. To call this preliminary research would be a gross overstatement. To all future parties, please consider this a log more personal than professional.  Any additional comments Aaron?”

Looking at the camera,  “Not really,  I’m ready to begin when you are. “

Y’thana clapped her hands together, smiling wide as she began, “Well, the best place to start is what you already know. For myself, I am somewhat versed in Canthan sexual practices,” she paused, a faint green blush crossing her cheeks, “I had a few opportunities in university when I got to enjoy someone in between the frantic preparations and studying for the Inter-species Program.”

Aaron found himself giggling, using a hand to rub his chin and cheeks as he remembered the many flings that he had back during his time through graduate school, “That’s pretty much the same story I have.”

“So you are versed in human sex. What splendid luck!” Y’thana was nearly bouncing with excitement,  “Where should we start?“

Aaron shrugged, trying not to blush, “How about a kiss?“

Y’thana nodded,  “Ah,  the kiss. A simple display of affection.  It seems that both of our cultures share the practice. A perfect place to start,”  Y’thana turned to face the camera,  “I’m curious as to how the practices between our species differ.”

Here we go.  “Well Y’thana, there’s an easier way to learn than talking.“

She paused,  eyes narrowing faintly as his words tried to sink in. Being nearly a foot taller than Y’thana,  Aaron leaned down to the still confused Canthan and pulled her into a kiss. Y’thana tensed, completely blindsided by the act.  After only a moment Aaron pulled back to look at Y’thana’s face. She was frozen, eyes staring into the distance as a blush began to fill her cheeks,  her lip trembling faintly.  She looked up at him,  “Y-you…  you…  I…  Wh-wh-what was that?“

Aaron paused,  his stomach bottoming out as he tried to recover, praying he hadn’t just committed some sort of offense, “You wanted to learn about kissing…“

“W-well yes,  but… I…  we-- I wasn’t planning on actually doing them, the th- kissing I mean, “ she stammered,  “H-how would that… this… this be considered a study of culture? How is that research?”

Aaron thought for just a moment, trying to dig himself out of his current hole, “Y’thana,  I don’t know how it is for Canthans,  but romance and intercourse for humans is more than just chemical reactions and biology. Romance is a huge part of our society. It’s how we show how much we care about another person.“

Y’thana seemed more stunned than before,  “C-care? Like…  you care about me? More than just as a colleague?“

Aaron felt himself blushing hard and he didn’t care, “Absolutely. That’s what made it easy. That’s why I did it. Shit, if this is still more personal than professional, I’m gonna do more than kiss you.”

Y’thana was blushing harder than ever. She stared at him, blinking and covering her mouth with her hands. Tears began to well in her eyes.

Way to go genius - you fucked up. You stepped over a line and this great thing you had going is fucked.

“Y’thana I’m -- I’m sorry. That was completely out of  line,” Aaron stammered, his stomach in freefall and his heart skipping beats, “If that’s more than you want to do, more than you are comfortable with, then--”

“Y’know…” Y’thana blurted.

Aaron froze.

Y’thana took a few deep breaths in, finally succeeding in composing herself, “I almost feel ashamed of myself as a cultural scholar. It… eluded me that there is…  far more to reproduction than just the science behind it,” she paused, letting out a ragged, giggling breath. Aaron felt a wave of relief wash over him, his stomach and heart both soaring in relief as she looked over at him, a wide grin across her face, “Aaron,  it’s a good thing this is a personal log.“

He nodded, “I agree. “

Y’thana cleared her throat before she continued, “Moving forward, my initial impressions of human kissing are very positive.  Immediately following the kiss,  I observe no negative side effects. I feel a warmth spreading through my body.”

“A good warmth?”

“Arousal,”  Y’thana nodded, clearing her throat, “At least for Canthans, when we become aroused a pleasant warmth spreads through our body, usually focused in the face, the fingertips, and the genitals. I.. I’m no physician, but the description should be good enough.”

Aaron felt himself stirring in anticipation, his pants starting to tighten, “Funny enough…” Y’thana looked up quizzically, “That sounds close the same sensation humans feel when they become aroused. Feels like a small fire building in your belly?”

Y’thana nodded, a hand resting against her abdomen.

“Yeah, that sounds like arousal,” Aaron muttered, “So if kissing is something that both our cultures share, why don’t you show me how Canthans kiss?”

Aaron smiled as Y’thana blushed again, clearing her throat as a smile began to creep onto her face as well. She pulled him down into a kiss just as passionate as his own, her deft hands running through his hair. Aaron’s eyes widened as he felt a long, slender tongue dart into his mouth and he yelped into her mouth from the strange sensation.

Y’thana recoiled, fear and concern in her eyes. Her hands curled up against her chest, “I’m so sorry, are you oka--” Aaron pulled her back into the kiss, letting out a hungry growl and drawing a giggle out of both of them.  Y’thana pushed her tongue back into Aaron’s mouth, the slender digit running over his own tongue. Aaron playfully sucked on her tongue whenever he got a chance, tasting the thicker consistency of her saliva against his tongue and trying to place the taste of it.

The passionate exchange continued for almost a minute, both parties panting when they separated. The two had ended up laying down against the large rock with the multi-recorder on it, with Y’thana straddling him. Y’thana was the first to speak, “Any observations Aaron?”

He let out a breath as he scrambled for a cohesive thought, “The, uh… Canthan tongue is very dexterous, and Y’thana here is very enthusiastic with hers. It’s a wildly unfamiliar feeling to feel a longer, more flexible tongue playing games with mine.” Aaron smiled as Y’thana tried to cover her face, “Is that kind of tongue work a common practice among Canthan couples?”

“Not really. Well, it does happen, but it’s not … common.” Y’thana was blushing again, trying to avoid making eye contact as she cleared her throat, “I do have to say that the human tongue is quite fascinating. It’s so soft on the sides and the bottom, but the top is more rough in texture.”

Aaron caught himself feeling the top of his tongue, as did Y’thana, “I can tell the difference, I don’t know if you can as much as I can. Your tongue is also incredibly warm.”

“Warm?”

“Yes, very warm,” Y’thana nodded. Aaron simply stared at her for a moment, lost in his own enamored thoughts of this beautiful creature straddling his lap. There was a moment of peace, the unmistakable sound of an autumn breeze on a planet so very different from his own.

Feeling her hand grab the bulge in his pants, Aaron lurched from his trance to see Y’thana smiling at him, “I have a good idea what this means. I take it this means you are ready to move on?”

“Yeah, I say now would be an excellent time to move forward” Aaron nodded, reaching a hand up to the top of her jacket and playfully thumbing the button.

Y’thana took a moment to look around, closing her eyes for a moment, “The weather is nice enough to shed our clothes. The autumn season is very pleasant this year.” Y’thana used her own hands to guide Aaron’s through the first button of her jacket, letting him work his way through the rest. Aaron took his time,  brushing his fingers against her chest with each button he unhooked.

As he neared the last few buttons, Y’thana’s excitement began to take over as she began to work on removing her cetha, a comfort-fitting and breathable garment closely resembling the human shirt. Her scales grew thinner on her bare chest, leaving a cream colored skin up most of her front. Aaron had to remind himself that Canthans didn’t have breasts, being reptilian in origin. He smiled up at her, “Having a hard time waiting, Y’thana?”

Y’thana tossed her cetha on top of her field bag, her hands rushing to the velcro flaps on his jacket. She paused, “I’ve seen you do this, but do I just pull them apart? That ripping noise is normal?”

Aaron grinned, “Yeah, it is.”

“It’s just such a weird mechanism. Velcro is so strange,” Y’thana mumbled as she began pulling the velcro tabs on his jacket, unzipping the jacket open as she went. Aaron held in a laugh as he remembered the first time he showed Y’thana velcro. The hilarious irony of aliens being awed by the simplicity and utility of Velcro was not lost on the initial cultural exchange groups.

When she finally succeeded in opening his jacket, Aaron pulled his shirt off and tossed it towards Y’thana’s bag. He felt her hands on his chest, and Y’thana’s smile grew wider as she took a breath through her teeth, giggling nervously, “Hair on your chest too… and your body is still so warm.”

A pang of self-consciousness jumped through his mind, “Sorry I’m … not in better shape.” Y’thana’s response was quick, “N-no, it’s fine. I like your body,” she finished, still running her hands over his chest. Aaron let out a sigh, leaning back against the rock, resting his hands on her thighs and kneading them gently.

Her thicker scaled skin felt very similar to denim: tough but definitely living tissue. And there was so much of it! Aaron remembered the handful of times that he would get a glimpse of her curvy hips and ass, wondering why he was only now realizing how gorgeous she was. Alien species aside, her form was as arousing as it was alien.

Y’thana smiled as she pinched his nipples, covering her smile with her hands and giggling as he yelped in surprise and lurched back upright. Her giggling went ragged as Aaron placed his tongue against her chest in retaliation and started to lick up her chest, tongue wide and using his hands to squeeze and rub her tender flesh. Aaron could feel her trying to catch a breath as his tongue continued up to her neck, her small gasps only encouraging him further. Y’thana lifted her head as his tongue traced it’s way up her jaw, with a quick peck on the chin as he finished. Y’thana shivered, her face bathed in a dark green blush.

Aaron sat back to admire his work, “Any thoughts Y’thana?”

Y’thana simply stared for a moment, clearing her throat before she spoke, “The uh … Aaron could we just continue and discuss it afterwards? I’m aching to continue.”

“Then let’s continue.” No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Y’thana was tugging and fighting with his pants, cooing with excitement when she unfastened them without assistance. As she grabbed the waistband, Aaron lifted himself to help her efforts, shifting his legs as she pulled his pants past his knees.

The foreign autumn air nipped at his skin, causing him to gasp at the drop in temperature as his cock leapt from its confinement and slapped against his stomach. Y’thana stared nervously, slowly extending her hand, stopping just before touching it, her fingers twitching.

“What’s wrong, Y’?”

“N-nothing…” she continued and Aaron let out a stifled moan as the soft flesh of her hand coiled around his member. The subdued warmth of her hand was undoubtedly reptilian, but that only aroused him further. As she rhythmically coiled and uncoiled her fingers she piped up again, “The uh… male organ…penis?” she looked up to his face, her confused expression asking for help.

“Penis,” Aaron cleared his throat before letting out a giggle, “Actually, we have many names for it, but that’s the one in the books. Cock is one, rod, uh… member…”

“It’s almost too warm to touch. It’s incredibly stiff and it actually has me somewhat concerned.”

The statement stumped Aaron, “Why would you be concerned?”

Y’thana continued to play with his cock, her breath noticeably irregular, “Well, the male Canthan member will pulse and ripple along its length. The pulsing of the Canthan penis doesn’t match the squeezing and rippling of the Canthan vagina, thus creating the delightful stimulation between the two partners.”

Aaron cooked his head, “That sounds wonderful. What has you nervous?”

Y’thana thought for a moment before letting out an amused breath, the expression on her face like a mural of past experiences, “Well, Canthan females can buy certain toys if they feel…  under stimulated, and are often meant to replicate the male Canthan member. Less common are toys that are still malleable but are more rigid than the  authentic replications, and they often have bumps or patterns along the length. When… let’s say I put one inside myself. My body will work around what it expects to be a malleable Canthan member, and when the object inside doesn’t pulse along with my insides, my insides… uh… work harder.”

Aaron tried to think about what ‘work harder’ actually entailed, and Y’thana chimed in when it was clear that he was still confused, “My insides will continue to work the toy until it yields, pulsing harder and faster around it until I climax. The waves from the rigid toys are much more intense than with the normal toys.”

“So you have used one then,”  Aaron teased, watching her face turn red and giggling as she glared at him, embarrassed at having her ruse called out, “How big was this toy?”

“Surely not this big,” she huffed nervously, still curiously squeezing and stroking him, “The Canthan penis isn’t much different in size to this. But you are like stone; much more firm than the toys. Speaking of which, how does the human member interact with its counterpart?”

“The human vagina is tight, hot, and wet. The human penis stays firm and is pushed inside and removed, repeatedly, until climax from one or both parties.” Aaron summarized, “Wish I could make it sound more romantic, but that’s the procedure of it all.”

“Good thing we both know that science takes the romance out of everything. It doesn’t sound that bad,” Y’thana smiled, “I imagine that it’s delightfully carnal.”

Aaron slid his hands underneath her skirt, hands roaming curiously, “It certainly is. Now, considering that I’ve shown you my cock, I think it’s about time I got a glimpse of what you’ve got here underneath all this.”

Y’thana reached underneath the banners between her legs, fumbling for a moment. With the small click she removed her skirt and banner, wiggling on top of him as she pulled the clothes free and tossed the on her bag. Aaron gazed at her bare form, only diluted by the translator in her ears and …

“Where did you get these?” Aaron asked, an amused tone sneaking into his voice as he slid his thumbs underneath the side bands of an obviously human pair of panties, the soft fabric decorated with a modest set of frills and colored a deep cobalt.

Y’thana’s blush returned as she spoke, “A human female researcher gave them to me after we spent an amusing afternoon trying to see what human and Canthan clothes were interchangeable. She said I looked good in them and told me I could keep them, so I gave her a Canthan skirt in trade.”

Running his fingers back and forth between the underwear and her thighs and loving the difference in texture, his eyes fell to a patch of fabric soaked  against her crotch. His hand made its way along the bands, dipping down the curve of what he guessed was the Canthan labia. As his hand slid over her mound his fingers became coated with a slimy liquid that felt very similar to her saliva. Aaron pushed his fingers against her pussy, using his free hand to grope and squeeze her butt.

Y’thana cooed, her arms draped around his neck as she braced her forehead against his shoulder, rocking her hips and pushing her pussy against his hand. Aaron’s eyes narrowed,  his fingers searching, feeling for something that he was starting to guess wasn’t there at all, “Y’thana?”

“Mmm?”

“Do Canthan females have an analogue for a clitoris? Some sensitive erogenous zone on the outside of this cute pussy of yours?”

Y’thana had to pause for breath, clearing her throat several times before she spoke, “Can-nnthan females have no external clitoris, if-f I’m remembering my very limited research into human anatomy correctly.  Instead, Canthans have... “ she stopped with a groan, grabbing ahold of the hand against her crotch and grinding against it, coaxing it to continue the motions it had ceased when Aaron stopped to listen,

“ …Canthans have a three wall vaginal cavity with around three to five very sensitive erogenous zones inside of the vaginal cavity. The pulsing of the male member stimulates these-oooh... in a rippling motion until climax. The most common slang names for it are high tide or crashing waves. Continue please.”

Moving the hand cupping her rear to a more supportive position, Aaron brought the fingers from her folds to his mouth, cleaning them with a quick, enthusiastic suck and moving the hand behind her back. Y’thana squeaked as Aaron picked her up, locking her legs behind his back for support as he turned them both around.

Setting them both down on the rock, Aaron shivered as he felt his cock brush against her, the thin slime smearing along his length as he bucked his hips. Damn, that slime feels amazing. He rubbed his length against her soaked crotch, his own groans joined by the reptile underneath him before she spoke, “Aaron, we are continuing now. I can’t bear this aching any longer.”

As she unlocked her legs from behind his back and gently pushed him upright, Aaron took a moment to soak in the view: gorgeous, plump legs held gently in front of his face as she began to remove her panties and pull them up her legs. Aaron ran his thumbs inside the bands when Y’thana had them around her knees, holding her hands still for a moment simply to enjoy the texture of her reptilian skin, before continuing her motion, gently squeezing her calves as he pulled the garment off.

As they passed her feet, Aaron found himself running his thumb through the slimy film on the front the cobalt cloth. His gaze traveled down and he groaned with need:  her legs were spread comfortably, her fingers gently grazing in and out of the small, oozing hole surrounded by skin so tender in appearance that it looked almost human. The hole that now arrested Aaron’s attention looked nothing like the human vagina, which he rightfully expected, but only now could physically see the difference: three folds of moist, deep green flesh coming together in a tight junction, oozing slime and pulsing with want. How could something so alien be so perfectly familiar?

“So how is this gonna work?” Aaron asked, gently smearing the  slime on his fingers onto his own member.

“W-well, what I think should happen is you push that big, steaming… is it cock?”

“Yeah, cock.” Multilingual, interspecies dirty talk. How adorable.

“That cock of yours in me, and then when you can’t push it any further we figure things out from there,” she finished, licking her lips and grabbing ahold of his length, lining the tip with her oozing hole and trying to pull him inside her. Three oozing lips sucked  gently on the tip of Aaron’s cock, drawing a groan of pleasure from him as he sunk his hands into her thighs, drawing a similar moan from the Canthan as Aaron cleared his throat, “Well Y’thana, that’s the plan I’m gonna stick to. “

Readjusting his grip on the thick, scaled thighs, Aaron pushed the first inch of his member inside her and let out a guttural moan, mind reeling as his manhood was swallowed inside her. Three distinct walls of undeniably alien, reptilian flesh gyrating, pulling, and squeezing all at once. The unstoppable, rising orgasmic tide was already building in his gut, and he was sure he wouldn’t last two minutes. Gritting his teeth, Aaron continued to push his length into her folds, inch by inch.

Y’thana was in no better shape. Short, ragged gasps interrupted by high-pitched squeaks of pleasure as inch after inch speared into her, holding Aaron’s wrists tightly as tears rolled down her face, “Fuck oooohhh-Aaron. Cosmic mother on high, oh fuck. Big… Mercy. Yes… oh partner … lover yes, yes. Please Aaron, mercy.”

Even if the translator was having troubles deciphering her babbling, Aaron coughed a short laugh in between grunts, “Oh no, you and I made a plan.” He abruptly thrust another few inches into her, moaning loudly and smiling wickedly as she screamed in pleasure, “Keep strong. We’re almost there.”

Her screaming flowed into a hyperventilating cadence of shallow breaths as her eyes rolled freely. Aaron felt the rising tide of orgasm in his gut as surely as he felt Y’thana’s dull claws scoring his arms and chest. He was almost all the way inside her, bracing himself as he began pushing the last few inches into the still gyrating, twisting flesh of the pleasure-stricken creature underneath him.

Y’thana froze, her screams and moans falling silent as her back arched frighteningly high off of the rock underneath them, limbs spasming and locking. Aaron’s heart skipped a beat as all three walls began to pulse as one, milking him relentlessly in a wordless demand for his seed. Aaron yelped in panic, fighting to pull out his member in time to avoid spilling himself into her, a stray fiber of his mind not wanting this pleasure to end so soon.

Y’thana let out a needy howl, quickly pushing one of her digits into her still-contracting snatch and working it to sooth the vacated space. Aaron braced himself on his forearms next to her head, breathing heavily as he fought his orgasm back down, mind spinning at how close he … nearly … came. He listened to Y’thana whimper as she rode out the tail end of her orgasm. Her breaths hitched repeatedly, and she spoke, “Aaron, I’m sorry.”

Aaron felt his lust evaporate, pushing himself up to face her. She was crying, “What are you talking about, Y’? Sorry?”

She nodded, resting a hand on his back as she leaned up to lay her head against his shoulder, “I’m sorry. I… I usually can last much longer, but it j… it just feels so good. I must stop to rest, please forgive me.”

Lucas smiled, he wasn’t expecting to be on the receiving end of this line. He began caressing her back, “I don’t mind stopping. It’ll give me a bit to come down,” pausing for a moment, “You wouldn’t believe how close I came to cumming…”

Her eyes narrowed, her face clearly confused as she looked at him, “Close? Wait… You didn’t peak?!”

He shook his head, “Did you come more than just that big one?”

Y’thana’s jaw went slack in disbelief, still grinding her hips against the digit inside her, “Yes! Nearly three times.”

Aaron couldn’t contain his smile, “Wow.”

Aaron absentmindedly ran his hands over the soft scales on Y’thana’s chest as she laid back down, her head resting against the smooth surface of the rock. He looked around the clearing, his mellow gaze eventually landing to the multi-recorder, nearly a foot from where she originally set it down.

Well, it’s too late to stop the camera now. And wasn’t this log more personal than professional anyway? “Hey Y’thana.”

She looked up at him with unfocused eyes, “Mhm?”

He nodded towards the multi-recorder, “Smile for the camera.”

She stared at him for a moment, adjusting herself to turn her head, only barely making eye contact with the small device before turning her head  away with a grimacing hiss, returning the same look of acceptance. Aaron smiled down at her, “You feeling up for round two? I’m still down to continue this… research. I’d also like to make it a little further than one thrust.”

She cocked her head, “Wha… how many thrusts do humans usually… uh… do?”

Aaron leaned in close, grinning devilishly and whispering, “More than a dozen.”

Y’thana’s eyes went wide as her whole body shivered, “A… dozen?”

“Easily more than a dozen,” he whispered as began to grind his hips against hers with a slow, deliberate pace, shivering as he felt the three lips of her sex suckle and pulse against his cock, “I don’t expect us to make it to a dozen, but it’s been a very satisfying study so far.”

Y’thana mouth trembled as her eyes were fixed on his member, still teasing her entrance. When she looked back up at him, Aaron felt excitement bubble up in his loins as the hungry smile of a predator spread across her face, “Don’t forget Aaron…”

He jumped as he felt soft scaled fingers, soaked in slime, wrap around his cock and begin to stroke his length. Aaron only felt the wonderful sensation for a moment before she pulled the head of his cock between the three suckling lips, causing him to yelp. She ran her tongue along her lips, her voice thick with lust, “... this log is more personal than professional.”

Chills ran up his spine as Aaron felt two reptilian legs wrap behind his waist. Aaron howled as she thrust her hips into his, ripping the wind out of his lungs as she forced nearly all of his manhood into her pussy, their cries of pleasure echoing through the surrounding forest.


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Aaron and Y’thana casually walked through the halls of the Cultural Research Main facility on their way to their scheduled monthly Research Evaluation, their packs full of research materials, souvenirs, and personal items kept from the recent Thelshem harvest festival. The two had worked hard to extensively document the festivities the first 4 days of the festival in order to enjoy some personal time together on the final day. The ‘Soul of Uthau the Son’ bonfire ceremony and the ‘Bounty of J’hethau the Daughter’ feast were a hand-in-hand ceremony that Y’thana was insistent that Aaron experience firsthand.

The phrase “cultural exchange paradise” came up more than once, and Aaron even enjoyed the daunting amount of post-event documentation. They had conducted better experiments for sure, but this was the first time that Aaron really experienced something with Y’thana as a lover instead of just a friend and a research partner, and the nights were just a pleasurable as the days.

“Aaron, I have some concerns that we failed to acquire enough materials and write up enough reports to satisfy Sonrak and Julian this month.” Y’thana chirped, a wonderful spring in her step and a tone of practiced sarcasm in her voice, bringing a chuckle from Aaron.

“I think we have more than enough for the study cycle and the next,” he grinned, looking over to her with a smirk, “And your grasp of sarcasm is getting better.”

She grinned, her reptilian tongue dancing across her lips with pride. Approaching the conference room, Aaron pushed through the door, stepping to the side to hold it open for his Canthan partner as she stepped through the door. As he let go and turned to look  around the familiar room, something was wrong.

Two of the four faces at the end of the stark white, obsidian capped conference tables were familiar, the same interspecies research Overseers that always conducted these meeting, one a human and the other a Canthan. Sitting at the end of the table were two unfamiliar figures, one human female and one Canthan male, and both carried themselves with a commanding aura.

The first one to speak was Overseer Sonrak En, the familiar Canthan female, her voice devoid of its usual bubbly professionalism as she spoke, “Aaron… Y’thana…   Please take a seat. We have something important we need to discuss.”

Aaron scanned the faces of the other people seated around the table, finding the same accusing stare on every face. Aaron and Y’thana met each other’s glance, an unspoken acknowledgement that something was off. They set their bags down on the table, sitting down in the chairs closest to them as Y’thana probed the reason for the change in mood, “I take it the subject of today’s meeting is going to be different than usual?”

Julian McNamara, the enjoyably eccentric familiar human, nodded, running his hand through his well-groomed hair as he spoke, “Indeed it will. I would like to introduce Sonja Reiland, the human colonial ambassador, and Ithkan Ytte, the Canthan colonial ambassador.” The two figures nodded respectively as Julian continued, “I take it that both of you are very familiar with your terminals in your residence, yes? That they automatically begin recording and keeping a transcript of all movement and audio to assist in the writing and note taking process?”

They both nodded. Aaron shooed a small seed of fear as he began trying to guess where he was leading the conversation. Julian’s stare grew more intense as he continued, “I don’t think you both are aware that at every 8 moons, our week cycle, your terminals will automatically backup all transcripts and videos that are stored on your terminal to the servers here..”

No. Oh dear god, no no no. Aaron fell numb to the outside world, icy tendrils of pure horror spreading through his entire body as he realized what this meeting was about. They had been caught.

Julian continued, noting the visible discomfort in both of them, “The inappropriate sexual encounters that you two have been engaging in are neither safe nor permitted. If only you could have seen our faces when dozens of these transcripts … and videos of you two suddenly showed up in our review directories. We had to make a mad dash to quarantine this stuff, and we eventually set up a small private directory for all of the research from just your two computers. And you can imagine how pleased we were when it kept showing up. But the fact that it occurred at all is surprisingly overshadowed by something else. Sonrak?”

Their careers were over. As he struggled to draw breath, a reptilian hand gently grasped his own. Aaron shuddered, Y’thana’s loving gesture soothing his rampant heart. He wrapped his hand around hers, running his thumbs over the comforting texture of her scales, giving her smaller hand a gentle squeeze.

Aaron let out a nervous, ragged sigh as Sonrak unlocked her holo-tablet, browsing through the contents before clearing her throat with a small hiss, “Since your first… let’s call it an experiment, a little over two months ago, we have received logs for more than 71 separate sexual episodes, as well as videos for more than half of them. This is a staggering amount of sexual activity… and I was tasked with having to categorize and catalog this content. How about we all look through it.”

Aaron let his eyes fall shut in acceptance of his fate as Sonrak began the list, reading much like a court conviction, “14 separate conventional intercouse sessions, ranging from thirty seconds in length to … sixteen minutes. 35 counts of oral sex, almost all of which involved the interspecies ingestion of sexual fluids. The remaining 22 sexual acts were categorized as non-penetrating stimulation, given with hands, feet, as well as one strange act listed as… hotdogging.”

The vindictive, accusatory atmosphere of the meeting was shattered as Y’thana failed to hold back a hissing, alien chortle. Aaron looked to see her covering her mouth with her free hand, trying to hold in her giggling as her eyes narrowed in feverish concentration. Aaron looked to the group of vindictive glares at the end of the table before looking back at Y’thana, in the process of trying to stare down her own laughter, squeezing his hand almost painfully. Meeting his gaze, she turned to Aaron and whispered, “Forgive me… the name is still amusing.” After clearing her throat several times, she spoke up, “Overseers, I apologize for my outburst.”

The room fell silent once more. Sonrak set down her tablet and crossed her hands, “I suppose you two have some explaining to do, don’t you?”

Their gazes met again. Y’thana’s beautiful face, the eyes he loved so much, were just as full of fear as his own. Her mourning gaze hardened into a portrait of defiant pride as she gently squeezed his hand, standing to face their judges, “You said I am allowed to explain our actions, Overseers?”

Two solemn nods. Y’thana crossed her arms behind her back, appearing to meditate for a moment before addressing the representatives, “I take it that, just as with all of our submitted work, you have reviewed it in its entirety. The idea for our study stemmed from what I thought was an omission of research: a lack of available data on methods of reproduction, and I decided that the best way to answer the questions I had.... was for both of us, Aaron and myself, to find the answers ourselves.”

Aaron caught himself staring. Was she giving a research report? Did she just not care anymore?

“Study? You call all of this…. academic research?” Julian pressed, clearly unhappy with the description.

“Only a side hobby… a side project, if you will entertain the notion. We both realized that human and Canthan concepts of romance were not quite identical, with both of our species having many different ways of becoming romantically involved. Therefore, Aaron and I decided the best way to properly document the topic and lay a foundation for future groups, as we have been commended for doing so well in the past, was to narrow the results of our small side research project to an intensely personal study of our own interpersonal feelings. And the … very intimate ways we found to express those feelings.”

Aaron had to fight a smile off of his face as he watched the representatives faces, the only person not wearing a confused look being the Canthan ambassador. Aaron could have sworn that the faintest outlines of a smile began to creep onto his reptilian face, and he couldn’t tell if that unnerved him more than if he was scowling.

“I have lived with Aaron for three years, and that day, by the cliffs, I learned something that changed my life. I learned that the wild, musing fantasy I had of him loving me was more than the wild dreams of my imagination. We joined for the first time that day, and every day since has been better than the last. Aaron and I decided to document our escapades to provide a starting point for whatever group after us that is tasked with studying interspecies sexual relations or romantic partnerships… however long from now that group may be.” Y’thana confessed. Aaron felt himself blushing along with the rest of the room as she looked to him, her cheeks a bathed in a deep green, “Anything to add Aaron?”

Y'thana was only a foot taller than him while he was sitting down, but to Aaron she could have been 8 feet tall. Her audacity, her willingness to stare defeat in the face without flinching made her as tall as a mountain in his eyes. Still holding her hand as he rose from his seat, it took Aaron a few moments to decide that Y’thana had the right idea. Just give your report Aaron.

“After living with Y’thana for more than three years, after sharing every meal of every day with her, and after everything that we have shared with each other in our work, I had grown to care about her more than anything else in the whole galaxy. When she asked me to teach her how humans had sex, I thought there was something wrong with the translator. But as the conversation rolled on, I realized she was serious. I didn’t know how much she cared about me, but if Y’thana… this wonderful, brilliant and exotic creature that changes how I look at the galaxy every… single… day… wanted to learn how humans had sex, I would be more than happy to show her. In those moments I realized how much I cared about her, how much I loved her… how much I wanted to run my hands over every inch of her body and pleasure her until she screamed.”

Aaron fought back a wicked grin as the entire room recoiled at his performance, the group of senior representatives having to take a few moments to recompose themselves. Aaron glanced over to Y’thana, a throb of arousal coursing through his groin as he saw her try and fight back the look of embarrassment and lust on her face.

He let the room settle before he continued, “Overseers, I would also like to bring attention to the level of professionalism we maintained while writing our numerous reports. We created many notes for context and often paused our acts of passion to create mid-video benchmarks. We had no idea that it would be brought against us today, but regardless we made sure that our notes and studies were…” he smiled devilishly, “Exhaustive. We conducted our personal studies with the same enthusiasm as our professional studies this month. Y’thana, would you like to tell them about this month’s studies?”

Y’thana quickly followed his sentence as she opened her field bag on the table and began to remove some of their research notes, still trying to keep the conversation in their control, “We spent a considerable deal of time studying soup, a staple food among human diets and a food incredibly close to the Canthan dish ‘roqqo’. After Aaron and I prepared and shared several of these soups, we prepared a work plan for getting ahold of Earth-grown meats and vegetables to modify existing roqqo recipes to try and create a common, easily prepared dish for our two species that could be served at future interspecies events.”

Aaron felt his stomach rumble, imagining what a Yorin Plains-style roqqo would taste like with some tilapia, pepper and potatoes added. His attention was brought back to the meeting as Y’thana continued, “In addition to the roqqo experiments, Aaron and I also attended this year’s Thelshem festival. I helped him study and document many aspects of the festival, and had an interesting time rediscovering parts of the festival that I had forgotten. We both wrote several reports about the festival and recorded a 3 hour post-review that is included in here,” she finished, patting her field bag.

If they had sold it this well so far, why not see just how far they could push their luck? Aaron continued, “And we did all of this while still finding time for sex 14 times, oral sex 35 times, and non-penetrating stimulation 22 times. We aren’t asking for bonuses or raises or commendations, as we are carrying the same research load as our peers. We just picked up an interesting side project.”

Y’thana cut in again, struggling to maintain a professional tone, “We both agreed to keep our experiments discrete, because we figured that word of it getting out would get us in trouble. But I must say, after this meeting here today… ” she squeezed Aaron’s hand, “... I’m confident that we won’t have to worry about looking for new employment. Aaron and I are happier than ever with the wonderful service that we are given the chance to provide for the greater good of both of our races. We just … find more pleasure in our jobs than our peers.”

Every face at the end of the table was frozen in awe, the only person not wearing a wide-eyed stare was the Canthan ambassador, wearing the widest smile Aaron had ever seen, wiggling in his chair and holding his sides in an effort to not burst out in laughter.

The three other representatives looked at each other for a moment. Aaron felt invincible: even if they did get fired, he was trying to figure out how he would ever do anything this incredible ever again. After just a few whispers among the other representatives, Sonrak looked to Aaron and Y’thana,  still wearing a shell shocked look on her face as she spoke, “Could you two … step out into the hall for just a moment.”

What?

Aaron and Y’thana stood up, exiting the room in a daze.  As Y’thana closed the door behind them, the muffled sounds of distinctly Canthan laughter were barely audible. They turned to face each other, eyes locked. Did that really just happen? Did we really just do that?

Y’thana’s stunned gaze twisted into a grin, chuckling with disbelief as she stepped past him and flopped into one of the chairs, “Let’s see how they process and categorize that.”

Aaron slowly let himself down into the chair next to her, his hand clutching against his chest, his heart lurching painfully as the adrenaline began to leave his system. He looked over to see Y’thana in much the same situation, a half-glazed look in her eyes as she looked down at her shaking hands. After a moment, they turned to each other.

Aaron stared into her eyes; he couldn’t think of anything to say. Nothing came to mind that really captured the typhoon of emotions running through his head at  that moment. Today was going so very different than he expected.

Y’thana’s giggling finally broke the silence, “Aaron, we are absolutely finished.”

“I know,” Aaron replied, clapping a hand against her leg, “... But that's the best report we've ever given.”

They both laughed and Aaron reached over to squeeze her hand. Minutes passed by before he heard the door open. He turned around to see Overseer Julian’s head peering around the corner, “Come back in you two.”

Julian ducked back inside, leaving the door open. As they stood up, Y’thana turned to him, an Aaron smiled as they stepped into the room. The four representatives were standing fairly close to the door, arms crossed behind their backs with the same stoic glares across their faces. Aaron nearly bumped into Y’thana as he entered the room. After he got settled, Overseer Sonrak unceremoniously began speaking, “Aaron Mortzman. Y’thana Teo. After an administrative review of the evidence presented here today, the 3rd Board of the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program has chosen to lift all accusations of unprofessional conduct against…”

No fucking way.

Aaron felt his heart thrash wildly in his chest, fighting back the urge to collapse to the floor and scream in celebration as he continued to listen, “... be required to continue your research tasks and documentation, as assigned. You two are also to exercise discretion when conducting your… private studies. If we receive any complaints or reports of your actions, we will be forced to take administrative action - and we would be unable to look the other way should your actions become public. Do you two understand?”

“Yes!”

“Absolutely.”

“We will get your materials back to you after we review your recent submissions,” Sonrak continued, her usual, bubbly personality starting to show itself, “I’m impressed that you two managed to fit the Thelshem Festival into your studies. That is a serious undertaking for someone already carrying an assigned research load.”

Aaron smiled with pride as Y’thana spoke, “Thank you Overseer. Glad our meetings ended as pleasant as always.”

All of the representatives gave the two a smile, Sonrak’s smile creasing wide as she nodded, “As are we. You two have a nice day.”

Y’thana and Aaron both bowed politely, before turning and leaving the room. The urge to scream in triumph was crushing. As soon as the door closed behind them, Aaron turned to Y’thana, who quickly put a hand over his mouth, her eyes wide with need as she hissed, “Elevator,” grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the elevator.

Aaron didn’t care how much swagger he put into his step; he was doing just fine not howling to the world like an animal and he could feel his cock growing in his pants. Y’thana smashed her fist into the elevator call button, forcing herself to take deep, measured breaths as she began to squeeze his hand tighter and tighter. The elevators were notoriously slow in the Main Culture building; they would have almost 7 minutes to themselves if the elevator didn’t make any stops.

As the elevator doors opened, Aaron nearly tripped as Y’thana pulled him inside, impatiently abusing the ‘Close Door’ button on the inside of the elevator. The moment the doors began to close, Y’thana grabbed him by his jacket and pushed him against the wall, moving her hands upward to pull down his face. Aaron leaned down as he tilted her face back, their mouths crashing into each other with desperate gasps.

Tongues fought, hands roamed. Aaron’s heart sang as tears of joy, of victory, ran down his face. When they broke, Aaron picked her up, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other supported her head, and pressed her against the wall of the elevator. She wrapped her legs around his waist, running her hands through his hair . He rested his chin against her shoulder as he spoke,  “Y’thana… Baby, I was so afraid I was gonna lose you, Y’thana… ” he began breaking down into a fit of crying laughter, “Y’thana, we just got away with that!”

The Canthan in his arms was laughing along with him, tears running down her face,  her arms squeezing tight around his neck, “We did! Cosmic Mother, my heart still hasn’t settled. I’ll be trembling for weeks.” Aaron gently stroked the horns on her head as they held each other, a triumphant peace filling the elevator like a sauna.

Aaron held her for just a moment longer before relaxing his grip, her legs uncoiling from around him and planting on the elevator floor. She leaned up to give him a quick peck on the tip of his nose, “Hey Aaron, I know what we should have for dinner to celebrate…” Aaron cocked his head in curiosity as Y’thana grabbed his hands, guiding them inside the bands of her skirt and pressing them against her plump asscheeks as she giggled, “Hotdogs!”