"Fine." You answered, trying to sound confident and fooling no one. "You have a deal. But only if you can guarantee my safety. It's... I mean... I don't know your people." You finished lamely. "You have to promise that I won't be harmed."
Vivian looked surprised for a moment, and then, suddenly, laughed out loud. "Of course!" She chuckled, seeing you go pale and seemingly trying to reassure you. "Okay, tough guy, you have a deal" she teased, ducking back out of the station and bringing you with her, and then standing up to her full height again. She used her left arm to hold your back against her chest, and wrapped her right hand around your own. "I believe this is how you would seal it in your culture," she explained, pumping your arm up and down in a rough approximation of a handshake. You got over the initial shock and were about to answer, when suddenly she brought her head down, stuck her tongue out, and licked all over one half of your face.
"And that's how we'd seal it in mine!" She said cheerfully, while you sputtered and searched for words. She pressed you back against her suit and started walking immediately, and then lifted her free arm to start talking into what you can only assume is a comm device hidden around her wrist. "Recon to Captain, Vivian here." She said. "I've secured the package and am en route to LZ now. Request permission to board, over." Almost without delay, the suit beeped twice and flashed red around her forearm, shortly followed by the Captain's voice. "Captain to Vivian, permission granted. Over."
Once the comm went silent, you looked up, thinking to ask your captor about her companions. Before you could say anything, however, her wrist lit up and started beeping again. "Captain to star-pack," said the voice. "Mission complete. All hands, report to conference room for debriefing and reassignment. Over." "Vivian to Captain," the vixen answered. "Confirmed. Over. Confused?" She added, looking down at you as she walked into the clearing where their ship was parked. "Let me explain..."
The ship's interior turned out to be every bit as massive as it appeared from the outside, and even Vivian's 13-foot stride needed a couple of minutes to cover the distance to the conference room. Most of the trip was by a single hallway, with plain, featureless doors made of some dull, tan-colored metal lining the walls at regular intervals. As you went, she briefly told you about their voyage.
According to Vivian, they were a part of the Pan-Arboro Systems Alliance, sent to study and document one of a number of planets suspected to harbor alien life. At first, they'd thought that Earth was too dense a planet to expect anything out of, and the voyage would be just a routine check and return. Instead, it seems, they showed up several months ago to find that life-forms here were very similar to their own, and had simply evolved to be much smaller to offset the higher gravity. She said that studying your species' tech and culture had taken much longer than expected, and, being strictly forbidden to reveal themselves in any way, the crew had quickly grown restless from being cooped up on the ship, stuck together in orbit for day after day without pause.
"Especially since it's all ladies, here. Ugh, don't even get me started." She continued, rolling her eyes. "The guys all wanna sign up for invasio- well, anyway. Long story short, we were always gonna bring one of you back with us when we were done here. Part of the end-game was to see if we can cooperate with whatever species we find, so the first step is seeing how you get along as a part of our crew." She started petting you absentmindedly, rubbing your head with her palm as you tried your best to process all of that. This was a big deal! Your actions here could very well serve as the basis for your entire species' intergalactic relations! ...and so far, you've been licked, abducted, and petted, in no particular order. You really hoped it was just a cultural thing. Your legs dangled freely, forgotten, as Vivian turned the final corner to your destination.
"And that's where you come in," she finished. "It's a bit early, but when we picked up your bio-readings so far out from any others, with an open window for getting in and out unobserved, well..." She slapped her hand on the door at the end of the hall, which popped right open to reveal a large, open room with a massive round table in the center, and several figures loitering around it. "Welcome to the crew."
There were four other women already inside the room when you entered, and Vivian introduced them all after setting you atop the table and taking a seat right behind you. Surprisingly, all of these looked mostly human, but for a few key points. According to Vivian, this was because they were part of a slightly different race from her home planet, known as "chimera types" to her people. "Careful," she warned. "They may look a lot like you, but I assure you, they're not. They're more... wild, than the rest of us."
First was Bellatrix, the cook. She's a slender 12-foot tall woman in a spacesuit like Vivian's, with long brown hair, a nervous manner, and a pair of long, brown rabbit ears protruding from her head. She looked away quickly after saying hi, and started scratching an ear with one of her hands.
Next was Monica, the ship's mechanic. She's an easy 13 feet or more, though it's hard to be exact because she's perched atop a stool, squatting with her feet underneath her, showing you a muscular build with a medium bust and lithe, well-toned buttocks. Wearing a spacesuit so tattered as to be almost unrecognizable, Monica has short red hair and an easy smile - so easy, in fact, that you noticed her carefree manner just before you registered that she also had the feet and tail of a chimpanzee. "Lil' guy like you might come in handy in the engine room," she noted cheerfully. "Y'should swing by sometime, I'll show ya 'round!" Then, as if remembering something, she stopped and frowned. "Or, well... walk by, I guess...?"
While she was thinking about it, Vivian quickly moved on to Kaylie and Melanie, the last of the bunch. You hadn't noticed them before because they were sitting on the floor, while you were focusing on the two at the table - but once you've seen them, you double-take. Kaylie, who's head of security, is a lean, fit young woman between 13 and 14 feet tall, with shining silvery hair that goes down to her shoulders, and a set of kitty ears sticking out atop of it. She has long, slender limbs and perky curves, and the uniform she wears - a tighter, more form-fitting version of the other crewmates', dyed a deep black, - does absolutely nothing to disguise them. She sat with her knees out and feet together, a long, silvery cat's tail waving back and forth as she played with the girl in front of her.
The girl she was playing with was Melanie, the ship's quartermaster. At a glance, she must be around two feet tall and stood encircled in the gap made by Kaylie's legs, warding off the larger girl's hands and trying not to laugh as they tickled her. She has long, messy blond hair with matching mouse ears and tail, and a voluptuous build under the regular ship's uniform. She didn't answer when Vivian called their names, doubling over to catch her breath while Kaylie looked up and fixed you in a set of wide, golden-yellow cat's eyes.
In a flash, Kaylie had jumped onto the table to land in front of you, clearing the full distance and landing on all fours with hardly a sound. "Why, hello little one~" she purred, looming over you. You noticed her fingernails were black in color, and pointed. She leaned down until her face was right in front of you, still fixing you with that expressionless stare."H-hi," you stammered, stepping back.
Kaylie crept lazily forward to match you. "You're a lot bigger than my other toy~" she went on, and you realized she was actually purring. Before you could react, she'd opened her mouth to reveal a set of pointy white fangs, and darted forward to lick your face with a rough, pink tongue. You heard Vivian's laughter from behind you, and then her arm reached around to pull you back against her chest. "Alright, enough of that," said the fox. "Pinky here hasn't been treated yet, and I can't have him getting hurt. Besides," she grinned playfully, as her other hand came around to start petting you again. "He's not your toy..."
That won a hoot of laughter from Monica and a shy giggle from Bellatrix, while Kaylie turned indignantly and jumped back down to her original spot on the floor. "Hey!" Melanie objected. "That goes for me, too!" And then Kaylie sat down and picked her up in both hands. Ignoring the smaller girl's protests, she stretched out the top half of Melanie's suit and pulled it down to her waist, and then started purring again while licking all over her back and chest.
Moments later, the room went silent, as Captain Diana walked in flanked by the bear, skunk, and squirrel you recognized from earlier. Getting right down to business, all four of them sat down at the table, and Diana briefly went over the situation. Mostly she just repeated more of what you've already heard from Vivian, but when she mentions overseers, you get distracted by the sight of Vivian casually licking the back of her hand. She catches you staring and winks, making you flush with embarrassment, and you turn away to see that everybody's looking at you expectantly.
"Oh, um. Right." You fumble, trying to remember the question. "Overseer... yes. About that. Could mine be Vivian?" For a tense moment, the Captain says nothing, and you start worrying that you've been found out. Then she shrugs, and turns to Vivian. "Officer? Yes, I see you're fine with that arrangement. Very well, over to you then. But starting with the treatment, please. Wouldn't want to lose him."
The treatment, as Vivian explains while carrying you...
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