Asari Bonding

Note: Not part of the Sim, I just really liked the idea of taking advantage of aliens that don't know any better. Will probably come back to this idea and write something based on the drawings of nyuunzi/incase. I know this doesn't end 'properly', but whatever, who cares.

In an attempt to lessen tensions and create closer ties between their races in the aftermath of the First Contact War, the Systems Alliance and Asari Republics initiated a personnel exchange program whose aim was to learn about and understand the other.

~

The asari anthropologist made her way aboard the patrol frigate SSV Baltic wide eyed, looking less like a professional and more like a civilian that’d never been off planet.

A voice called out and snapped the young woman out of her excited reverie. “Yasmir? Yasmir Tala?”

“Yes? Oh yes, that’s me, hello.”

“Hello Yasmir, it’s good to meet you, I’m Captain Kurn. I trust your flight over was pleasant?”

Yasmirs face scrunched up as she tried to process the phrase. “Oh, yes, I believe it was. The latest transport shuttles your navy has been using have been a most impressive improvement.”

Kurn grinned. “Yeah, our lab boys went pretty wild reverse engineering everything they could get their hands on.”

Again Yasmir struggled slightly to parse the sentence, so she just nodded. She’d learned English at an all asari university and had never gotten a chance to practice it with an actual human, so her grasp of the language was overly formal and she struggled with the more casual vernacular Captain Kurn employed.

“Right. Well, let’s get you settled in. Head over to quartermaster Barns and he’ll assign you a room.”

~

After finding the ships quartermaster and being assigned a room, Yasmir was about to make her way there when the quartermaster stopped her.

“Yasmir? Would you mind if I escorted you there?”

“Oh not at all, I enjoy talking with aliens.” Yasmir had chosen to join the exchange program because she found the humans an exciting, new and interesting species. She wanted to speak with and understand them, but so far, her conversations had proven to be unilluminating and brief. Perhaps this time it would be different.

Barns cocked his head. “Huh, I guess I am an alien to you.” He smiled and laughed. “It’s funny, I was thinking about saying something similar to you.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Well, I’ve never talked to an asari, or turian, or any alien before, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Then let us talk quartermaster Barns,” Yasmir said, returning the smile.

~

By the time the two had reached her quarters, Yasmir felt like she’d finally had a proper conversation with a human. To show gratitude for the pleasant chat, Yasmir attempted one of the human appreciation rites she had learned from the man at the bar back at port. Strangely enough, it was the same as the asari act of kissing. But the man had explained, in human culture it did not carry the same meaning and was meant as a small thanks.

Yasmir felt uncomfortable kissing someone she had only just met, but she knew that feeling was simply asari cultural baggage. She was an anthropologist dammit, she was supposed to be more clinical than this. Yasmir knew if she wanted to integrate with the crew and be accepted as one of them, she had to be objective and adopt their practices without judging them by asari standards. So she steeled herself and leaned forward to kiss quartermaster Barns full on the lips.

The man’s eyes widened but he didn’t pull away.

“Wow. Uhm, what was that?”

Yasmir frowned. “Did I conduct the rite incorrectly?”

“Rite? What rite?”

“The human appreciation rite.” Yasmir frowned again as realization hit her. She’d assumed since it was the same as asari kissing that it should be conducted the same. It was a stupid mistake to make. “I see. I apologize quartermaster Barns. When the human appreciation rite was explained to me, I had mistakenly assumed it was conducted much the same as asari kissing.”

“Human… appreciation rite?” Barns repeated slowly. “Who told you that?” he asked with a bewildered expression.

“Is it not? It was explained to me that two humans press their lips against one another when they wish to convey small thanks.”

A mischievous look glinted in Barns’ eyes and he swallowed. “No, no, that… That’s right, but it was just done a bit differently than I’m used to.”

“Of course. If you could quartermaster Barns, could you teach me the proper form?”

Barns looked up and down the corridor nervously to Yasmir’s confusion. “It’s actually rather simple. You don’t just press lips together, you’re meant to use your tongue to brush against and intertwine with your partners.” Barns swallowed again. “If you’d like, I could demonstrate the proper technique with you in your room.”

Yasmir shook her head in wonder. “It truly is remarkable that similar acts in our cultures have such wildly different meanings. But yes, I would like that so I don’t embarrass myself further.”

As the two entered the room, Barns began to strip down to Yasmirs shock. “Quartermaster Barns! What are you doing?”

“Undressing?” he said with a practiced confused tone.

“But why?” she asked in alarm.

Barns stopped. “Oh, I’m sorry. There’s just so much I take for granted that must seem strange to you.”

Yasmir took the bait. “Is this another aspect of human culture?”

Barns nodded and began the explanation he’d been rehearsing in his head. “Human’s don’t have a nudity taboo. When a human male and female are alone together in their private quarters, they undress to show their comfort around one another. You look like a woman so I must’ve started undressing from muscle memory. But being asari, you obviously aren’t required to, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Now it was Yasmirs turn to swallow. She was flattered that Barns would so quickly consider her one of his people and wanted to return the gesture by joining in his culture. But unlike humans, asari did have a nudity taboo. Every asari notion she had was telling her it would be wrong and inappropriate to undress in front of the man. But with cold, detached, clinical professionalism, she squashed those feelings.

“No, it’s fine,” she said. “Quartermaster Barns, I’m quite dedicated to becoming part of the crew and as an anthropologist, I’m very interested in practicing human customs. I’m… glad you chose to accept me so quickly, I’ll be happy to participate.”

“Well, if you say so Yasmir.”

As Yasmir slowly got out of her bodyglove, she repeated like a mantra in her head it’s necessary to adopt native customs. Yasmir stood naked in front of Barns, trying desperately to remain calm and not let her nudity affect her. She overrode the instinct to cover herself up and kept her voice even as she tried to distract herself from her current predicament. “This is actually rather interesting. Asari anatomy is similar enough to human females that it triggers the same responses. The odds of such evolutionary convergence are infinitesimally small. Our scientific community is still at a loss to explain it.”

“Well, I just think it’s a happy coincidence,” Barns said eyeing Yasmir up and down. “So, do you want to get started?”

Yasmir pushed her unease aside with difficulty and nodded. As she sat down on her bunk next to Barns her heart started racing even faster if it was possible. Her pulse beat so loudly in her ears she worried Barns might actually be able to hear it.

Dammit. Why did she feel like a teenager on her first date? She was a scientist, why couldn’t she see this as the interesting anthropological exercise it was. Cultural baggage was proving much harder to dump.

After practicing the human appreciation rite with her for a few minutes, Yasmir felt she had it. In truth, she understood the correct form in moments as it was simply ordinary kissing for the asari but Barns had wanted to be thorough and she couldn’t blame him for that, assumptions were bad practice when it came to alien cultures.

Barns pulled away finally. “Yasmir, were you serious about what you said before? About wanting to practice human customs?”

“Yes, I quite was quartermaster Barns. It’s part of my job to study and understand humans, I wouldn’t be much good at it if I refused to participate in your culture.”

“Well, OK, in that case, there’s one other human practice that’s common among ship crew but command told us not to bring it up when you came aboard.”

Yasmir arched her brow in curiosity. “Oh, what is it?”

“Well, it’s something of a welcoming for when new females join the crew. It’s an initiation ceremony, but no one expected you to be part of it.”

“Alright, and what does it involve?”

“It’s rather intimate. It’s a… bonding of the males and the new female. Uh, pheromones and fluids are exchanged to uh, mark one another as crewmates.”

Yasmir was silent for a long while as she tried to find another, alternative explanation to what Barns was saying. But unfortunately, his meaning remained stubbornly apparent. “Quartermaster Barns, are you speaking of sexual activity? That is how humans welcome new crew?”

“What? No no no. Sex implies vaginal penetration. Humans have a secondary orifice used for uh… social markings and integration. It’s not considered sex among my people.”

“I… see.” Yasmir swallowed hard. While she wanted to participate in human culture, it startled her what it would mean.

“Actually, I hadn’t given it any thought before now but, I don’t even know if your anatomy aligns with ours, down there.”

Yasmir blushed heavily, though she hoped her skins blue hue and the human’s unfamiliarity with her people would hide it. “Yes… Asari do have another, erm, hole there. Though it is used for waste expulsion and not… what you said.”

“Well, I’m just bringing it up since you mentioned an interest in human customs. No one actually expects you to participate that heavily in human culture though, it’s fine if you skip this part.”

“I-That’s… If you’ll give me a moment quartermaster Barns, my translation software is malfunctioning.”

It took all of Yasmir’s self-discipline to remain neutral on the surface, but on the inside, there was utter turmoil. Yasmir grew unreasonably upset that this human was suggesting he put his reproductive organ in her anal cavity! She never did anything like that, not even during her wildest university days did she let any of her girlfriends do that to her.

You can’t judge them by asari standards her inner anthropologist said. Yasmir took a breath and **** herself to relax and look at the request objectively. To the humans, it was nothing more than a welcoming ceremony. To Barns, it was nothing more than wanting to welcome her aboard.

But he wants to stick it in your ass! Another voice inside her objected loudly. It had a good point. Humans females might be anatomically built for handling that kind of activity easily, but the asari had no such luck. If she consented, it would likely be uncomfortable, maybe even painful for her.

She made up her mind. It couldn’t be worse than the elcor tribal songs she’d spent a month rehearsing.

“Sorry, slight issue with my translator. It’s functioning again,” Yasmir said, trying to sound casual. “I’d be happy to participate in this human welcoming ceremony. How is it performed?”

“Well, the traditional position for the female to take is to lie on your back with your legs spread wide apart, to signify welcoming.”

“Like this?” Yasmir asked as she lay down and opened her legs. It was a struggle not to let her embarrassment show and remain professional about things. This was what it meant to live with and understand humans. She’d have to learn to get over her cultural misgivings sooner or later.

Barns eyed Yasmir’s body up and down. Everything right where it should be he thought. He was slightly worried there might be some unexpected extra organs or tentacles hidden underneath Yasmir’s bodyglove, but she was just like a ordinary woman, well, except blue.

Barns couldn’t believe his luck when Yasmir had bought his line about anal being a welcoming thing. Barns thanked every god he could name that the asari were still so in the dark about humans. It gave him the perfect excuse to take advantage of the pretty, gullible alien.

“Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll start the joining now.” Barns skipped over the asari pussy and rubbed his cock head against the alien woman’s asshole for a few moments before pressing in. She was delightfully tight and refused to let him in at first. But all it took was a little spit and shoving before he felt himself pop past the tight ring of muscle and into her warm asshole.

The asari woman exhaled sharply at the piercing intrusion before her breath quickened. She felt him place the tip of his penis against her hole and slowly work its way in inexorably with the help of some lubricant. She breathed deep and gripped his forearms as she felt him penetrate her. Yasmir scrunched her eyes shut as she struggled to accomodate the alien member invading her innermost recesses. Maybe I should’ve let Liara play with my butt a little she thought regretfully. It would’ve made this easier to handle.

Barns didn’t relent. He didn’t stop pressing himself in until his entire cock was buried snugly, deep in the asari woman’s asshole. As he worked his way in, he savored the little jitters and squirming of the blue woman beneath him as she was **** to swallowed him.

Trying to distract herself, Yasmir tried to be academic about the whole thing and ask Barns more about his culture.

“So… Quartermaster Barns, human women commonly do this when joining a crew?”

“Uh, yes. They join with all male crew to form a social bond.”

“I, unh, I see. And how long does the ceremony usually last?”

“Well, that depends on how friendly the males are attempting to be. Sometimes when welcoming aboard well liked individuals, there are multiple bondings. And if a crew member is fully accepted, they never truly stop.” Barns said cheekily.

Yasmir swore in her head. “So… If I’m to be initiated as part of the crew, I’ll need to bond with all the males aboard?”

“Well, like I said, no one would expect an asari to be part of human customs.”

Yasmir swore again. Why couldn’t she be less professional? She knew before she had time to think about it she’d need to bond with all the men if she was to do her job right.

Barns started speeding up his thrusts so that he stroked in and out almost the entire length of his cock, only leaving the head still inside to guide him back in.

As his pace increased, Yasmir struggled to take it more and more. “And, ugh, the bonding ceremony is typically this vigorous?”

“Oh not always, the vigor corresponds directly with how well a male responds to new crew. A slow, disinterested bonding means the male doesn’t accept the new crew.”

“I… I see, unh. Thank you for being so welcoming then in that case quartermaster Barns.”

Barns smiled. “Your welcome Yasmir.”

Barns held Yasmir’s legs down by the thighs and continued to quickly pound in and out of her ass carelessly. He didn’t know if anal was common among the asari but he was pretty impressed how well the alien took it up the ass.

As the ‘bonding’ dragged on, Barns got more and more willing to try crazier things with the asari girl. Eventually, Barns started pulling his cock all the way out to look at the blue woman’s gape. Instead of pink flesh the walls of her rectum were a deep shade of purple. But purple, pink, he didn’t care, he just liked opening her up. When she started winking closed, he’d suddenly stab himself back into her. The constant, sudden entry and exit left Yasmir gaping more and more until eventually her asshole stayed yawning open wide for long moments every time Barns pulled out.

“Why… Ungh… Why are you doing that quartermaster Barns?” Yasmir eventually asked, no longer able to keep quiet about the way Barns was treating her.

“What, this?” Barns asked as he pulled his cock out entirely only to shove it back in suddenly.

“Yes! That! The… sudden entry is rather difficult.”

“Oh I’m just trying to open your ass up.”

Yasmir flushed deeply again and hoped Barns couldn’t tell. “Why in the name of the Matriarch are you trying to do that to me?”

“I’m sorry, it’s easier doing this to human girls, but a gaping asshole is meant to be the sign of a successful bonding. It represents openness and acceptance. I suppose the convergence in our biologies has limits, I’m having a hard time getting you to gape.”

“I see.” **** to get him to stop, Yasmir offered a solution. “Well, what if I were to hold myself open then? Would that suffice? Would you stop trying to gape me if I did that?”

Barns grinned. “I think it would. Why don’t you try it now?”

Yasmir reached down and inserted two, then four of her fingers into the sides of her asshole before slowly prying it open. The humiliating act felt completely unbecoming of a researcher and despite all her academic training telling her this was just a cultural ritual, she felt like a whore as she opened herself up for Barns. “Is this acceptable quartermaster Barns?” she asked as she showed him her purple insides.

Barns stared hungrily at her. Despite his insistence at the unsexual nature, Yasmir was starting to have doubts. The way he looked at her reminded her too much of some of her ex girlfriends.

“Yeah. It’s good.” Barns slowly drawled out. He then shook his and steadied his voice. “Though a word of advice. The wider the woman gapes the more she is saying she returns the males acceptance. A small gape means the woman doesn’t accept the crew.”

Yasmir nodded and struggled to pry herself open further despite the humiliation and discomfort she felt. When she felt like she couldn’t pull herself open any further, that was when she felt the warm head of Barns’ cock brush up against her exposed flesh and suddenly sink in without warning. She yelped as she felt Barns slide past her fingers and deep into her rectum. She wondered for the umpteenth time what human woman had that let them take this kind of **** by an entire ship’s crew every time they joined a new one.

Her professional stoicism won out in the end and despite the increasing humiliation and discomfort, she kept her fingers where they were and kept her ass hooked open for Barns as he continued to bond with her fervently. She supposed she should be happy that he was so welcoming but the pain radiating through her backside made it difficult to enjoy the human rite.

Eventually she felt Barns stiffen and groan atop her an instant before she felt a rush of warm liquid flood her insides. That must be the fluid exchange that Barns spoke of.

Barns groaned and buried himself to the balls in the asari, giving her another pump every time he shot another rope of cum into her. Eventually having emptied his balls in the asari’s asshole he collapsed atop her. He breathed heavily as he recovered from the exertion but soon pulled out of the asari woman and admired his handiwork. Her asshole was gaping slightly with a trail of cum leaking from it. It was a good look for the alien woman Barns thought.

Barns waddled up Yasmir’s chest on his knees and presented her his still wet cock. Yasmir pulled her head back and looked at Barns in bewilderment.

“What are you doing quartermaster Barns?”

“Oh, the final part of the initiation involves ingestion of the fluid as a gesture of acceptance by the woman.”

“But, but that organ was just in my anal cavity! That’s disgusting!”

Barns played his role well and feigned an insulted look.

Yasmir realized her mistake instantly; judging him by asari standards, something she told herself repeatedly not to do. She sighed. “I apologize quartermaster Barns, I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just… some cultural barriers are difficult to cross.”

Barns’ shoulders slumped. “It’s alright, you’ve done so much already. It’s fine.”

Yasmir steeled herself. “No,” she said firmly. “I’m an anthropologist, I can put aside my personal feelings when it comes to other cultures. Please, continue with what you were doing.”

Barns nodded and brought his cock back to the asari woman’s face and moved it towards her lips. Yasmir reluctantly let her mouth open and accepted the human’s reproductive organ. The thick, heavy mixed taste of the human’s fluids and her ass was almost overwhelming but surprisingly not unpleasant. In fact, she’d go as far to say it tasted rather nice. Human social fluids by some cosmic happenstance tasted like a richer variety of ittri fruit juice, a rare and popular drink among asari that grew only on their homeworld.

The surprise was a pleasant one as she’d expected a horrid taste. Instead, she found herself tasting him lightly at first before eagerly licking and sucking at the humans organ, slurping up every drop of the social fluid.

Barns’ smile at seeing the alien reluctantly accept his cock turned into a wild grin when he watched her eyes open in surprise once she got a taste before she started sucking him off like she was trying to inhale him. He gave the gods another round of thanks for making aliens that liked the taste of human cum.

Barns backed off when the asari had finished cleaning him off entirely and saw her ass was still leaking a trail of cum. He knew what had to happen next.

“Oh, your leaking some of my fluid. That’s not meant to happen,” he said casually. “It’s meant to stay inside. You’ll have to ingest that too.”

Whatever hesitation the alien had before had been wiped away by the taste of human cum and she was quick to reach down and scoop up the semen trickling from her asshole. She brought her fingers back up coated in cum and immediately shoved them into her mouth to slurp off. She went back again and again to shovel more into her mouth until she was spotless down there too.

“Human culture is… Rather involved quartermaster Barns,” Yasmir said when there was nothing left to drink.

“Yes it is. Can I ask, why did you become so enthusiastic so suddenly back then?”

“Oh that. By some miracle of circumstance, your human social fluids taste like ittri juice. It’s very rare and popular among asari and I simply found it rather flavorful.”

“You don’t say? Now that’s some interesting new. I have a feeling our species are destined to be friends.”

Barns had worried the line about fucking all the guys aboard was a bit too much and was afraid she’d see through the lie. But fortunately, taking a cock up the ass was making it hard for her to think so she had just bought it. He wondered if he really could get Yasmir to share herself around with the guys. He’d have to be careful about things, but if he managed it, life aboard the Baltic was going to get a lot more fun.

~

Yasmir did her best not to let her true feelings about human culture show. When bonding with the humans, she always tried to think of the acts as simple human social rituals and tried to remain as casual about things as the humans were. But try as she might, she simply couldn’t help but think her life aboard the Baltic had become an unending ordeal of sodomy. The humans about would frequently want to greet her and exchange fluids all the time. They might just think they were being friendly, but to her, it just felt like constantly being assfucked. And it only got worse when the crew presented her a gift; a ceremonial outfit that supposedly was only presented to trusted friends.

Yasmir was no prude, she’d had her fair share of fun in college, but the ‘outfit’ the humans presented her with was barely clothing. It consisted of full length gloves, stockings, garters and what seemed like an ordinary bra though no undergarments. Yasmir thought the outfit had more in common with asari lingerie than any ceremonial clothing she’d ever encountered and couldn’t fathom how something so amatory became social garb in human culture. But if all that wasn’t bad enough, the outfit was also made of thin, black, lacey material that was completely see through. She would be basically nude if she put it on.

Yasmir had **** herself to smile and gratefully accept the gift but she dreaded having to wear it and putting her reproductive organs on full display. Not wearing it wasn’t an option. She couldn’t risk insulting the humans by refusing to try it on after they’d been so welcoming of her.

Yasmir had planned on putting in a brief showing with the clothes for a day or two before ‘accidentally’ losing them. But the overwhelmingly positive response she’d received put an end to that plan. At the insistence of the crew and the Captain’s approval, she had agreed to replace her ordinary uniform with the ceremonial one.

It just made life aboard the Baltic even more humiliating. Every day, she felt more and more like a street walker than the researcher she was meant to be. Nudity in private with one of the strange aliens was bad enough, having to tolerate their overbearing friendliness was worse, but being **** to do it while walking around the ship practically nude was making it borderline impossible to maintain her dignity. Worst yet, the ceremonial clothing was seemingly signaling to the humans that she reciprocated their feelings because now they were insisting on bonding with her in public spaces rather than in private, even during her duties. The lack of underwear didn’t help and only made it even easier for the humans to bond with her. Sometimes so suddenly, she didn’t even see them coming.

Without anything to protect her modesty, some of the marines aboard had taken up the nasty habit of approaching her so silently that they could start bonding with her before she noticed them. Their brand of overly friendly, surprise anal was easily some of the worst bonding experiences she had to endure and always left her weak in the knees and struggling to stand.

Though she was an anthropologist, command had put her through multispecialist training so she’d be able to pull her own weight aboard the human ship. She wasn’t a full engineer, but she could help with maintenance. Unforutnately, her duties in the engine room had become taking it in the ass as much as it involved actually fixing things, and often times, both at once. Engineer Tegan Stone, one of the techs that worked with her would frequently bond with her as she ran calibrations. It might have been nothing but friendly work banter to him, but being sodomized while working on heavy machinery was a recipe for disaster to her.

The worst experiences though were during meals at the canteen. With practically the whole ship in one place, many of the men would come over to greet her and bond. She’d been advised the proper response to so many bonding requests was to leave her ass available to the men and continue on normally. So she’d sat off the edge of the bench and continued eating while dozens of men took turns bonding with her. By the end of the days, the constant bondings left her ass feeling like it would never close. She tried to think of it as simple friendliness, but it only made her feel like a whore, though she kept this to herself lest the humans think she thought of their social rituals in sexual terms.

~

While Yasmir appreciated their friendliness, her asshole certainly didn’t. She just didn’t understand how the human females could tolerate it. They seemed so similar, even after studying the anatomical files more closely. And yet Engineer Kelly, didn’t seem to find the attention she got distracting in the least. Yasmir watched, envying whatever physiological quirk allowed the smaller human woman to easily endure what looked like a manic bonding by Stone.

Kelly was easily a head shorter than Yasmir and her ass was equally tiny. Stone’s reproductive organ looked like it should have been stretching her painfully. Indeed Kelly’s asshole looked dangerous taut around the organ and yet the engineer hardly reacted even as Stone plunged the full length of his organ in and out of her hard and faster enough to make Yasmir wince and worry for the girl. The two must be close, perhaps bond mates? Yasmir thought.

Half an hour later when the two finished, Stone retracted himself to show a very successful bond; Kelly was gaped so wide that it looked like Stone could insert himself without even touching the walls of her orifice. The two really are close Yasmir confirmed.

Looking at the state of engineer Kelly’s asshole made Yasmir wince. To her, the puffy, red, swollen orifice looked terribly abused and sore, but Kelly had explained to her the reaction was a normal and healthy one and that she shouldn’t worry. It was hard to think of it in those terms looking at the sight though.

~

Being the only other woman in engineering, Yasmir had tried to become friends with Kelly in the hopes she’d have some companionship that didn’t involve such frequent bonding rituals. The attempt was both a success and a failure. Kelly might not have bonded with Yasmir in the same way males did, but human female social norms turned out to be equally as involved. Yasmir felt like every other day Kelly was explaining some other aspect of human culture to her, but it all just seemed like sex.

Why does human culture revolve so heavily around such close intimacy? Yasmir wondered as Kelly pressed the asari’s face into her crotch. Well, at least this isn’t as bad as the male rituals. She’s rather attractive and these bondings are decidedly more pleasant.

As Yasmir enjoyed tasting Kelly, she thought it would be best to keep these thoughts private. If the other woman didn’t consider the act sexual, there was no need to inform her what it meant to the asari. Yasmir didn’t want to make things awkward with the other woman by admitting she found sexual pleasure in the simple human friendship rituals.

Yasmir just knew that these particular social rituals would be very popular among the asari navy once they had a few human females aboard. She doubted the male rituals would be as welcomed, but the female ones would find quite a lot of support.

She could already picture it now; ships clamoring for the chance to host the human personnel in the exchange program. They’d need to keep the real reasons hush hush lest they give the humans the wrong idea, and they’d need to accept the males as well as females aboard so to not appear selective, but she had no doubt there’d be more than a few asari naval women taking advantage of the quirks of human culture.

Yasmir frowned at the thought. She didn’t like thinking of it in those terms. It’s not really taking advantage of them though. It’s not as if I’m forcing this on Kelly. This is just human culture. There’s nothing wrong enjoying it a bit more than the humans do.

Yasmir tried to spend as much time with Kelly as she could, both because her bondings were more pleasurable, and because it meant she’d have fewer bondings with the males. During one of their moments together, Yasmir felt she just had to ask the other woman how she felt about male bondings.

~

“Engineer Kelly?”

“Mmmmyeah? What’s up Yas?”

“I’ve… had a closer look at human anatomical files and everything I saw tells me that we’re rather similar anatomically. I just… I wanted to know what you feel when Stone and the others bond with you.”

Kelly maintained her calm on the surface, but worried where the line of questioning was going. When Barns and the others had come to her explaining what they’d done, she’d been furious at first and thought it would only end in disaster and a major international incident. But then Barns had started describing all the things she could do to the asari, and that kinda worked.

There weren’t many women aboard and the ones that were didn’t bat on the same team like she did. She hadn’t been laid in so long she felt like she was close to considering other options as bad as that sounds. So when Barns tried selling her on the idea of an alien fuck buddy, it was an easy sell.

Kelly did her best to shrug nonchalantly. “It just feels like bonding, Yas.”

“So, it’s not uncomfortable?”

“Not really. Why?”

Yasmir shook her head. “We’re so similar though… I just don’t understand how human females can tolerate that activity so easily. As much as I appreciate the friendliness of the crew, the bonding activity is rather… stressful for asari physiology.”

“Well, maybe it’s not so much physiology as much as culture. Maybe we all just got used to it, and maybe you will too?”

Yasmir scoffed. “Any more ‘getting used to it’ and my anal cavity is unlikely to ever recover.”

“Sorry Yas.”

Yasmir hugged Kelly closer to her. “If only your species were monogendered as well,” Yasmir said under her breath.

Kelly relaxed internally when Yasmir didn’t question things too hard. She really liked the arrangement they had. The one hiccup was, she’d been **** to play along with the lie if she wanted to keep Yasmir, and that was bad.

When the guys told her of the all anal thing they had going on, she knew she wouldn’t play ball right then and there. She hadn’t taken a dick in more than a decade, and certainly never in her ass. So she’d planned on sleeping with the alien once, then turning them all in to command rather than take it in the ass. But that was before she got in bed with the asari.

~

Kelly was almost shaking with nerves when she tried it with Yasmir the first time, but instead of skepticism, the gullible blue alien had simply bought everything hook line and sinker, whatever she said. Eating me out is just socializing, making out is just saying thanks, sucking my tits is just a nice hello. It kind of made her think the alien was a little retarded, but she wasn’t complaining.

Kelly had had her fair share of girls, but nothing and no one was like the asari. A couple times she almost felt like she was dying; the doc said it was something about how the asari’s natural proclivity for biotics interacted with her nervous system. She didn’t care much about that, she just liked how good it felt.

She worked out months of frustration with the pretty xeno and then some. And then, it was too late. By the end of the little charade, she felt like she’d kill to keep things going with the alien and reluctantly agreed with Barns and the guys. She’d agree to play along with their lie, which meant pretending to casually take it up the ass whenever Yasmir was around. The assholes made her regret it almost every day. They’d beat up her ass almost as much as they beat Yasmir’s, and that was saying something.

She didn’t understand what the deal was with guys and anal was, but she knew she hated it. Tegan was particularly bad. He’d always gave her shit about being gay before, but she gave as good as she got, it was always just banter. That’s how it was in engineering. But with the arrangement they had now, it was like he was a different person. The good natured ribbing was gone and the guy just took every opportunity to fuck her up the ass. And the selfish asshole never took it easy on her either, it felt like he was trying to tear her open each time. Instead of ending her shifts with a few beers like they used to, she’d end it shitting cum and walking funny.

Thanks to the story Barns had started with, it meant she had **** but to squeeze and keep all the cum bottled up in her. She couldn’t risk any slipping out or she’d have to eat it like Barns had established. Tegan seemed to want that outcome because it was like he was doing everything he could do make her leak.

And after spending another shift destroying her asshole, the fucker finally got what he wanted. She was so blown open no matter how hard she tried to squeeze herself shut and keep the cum inside, she stayed gaping and Tegan’s load had spilled out of her gaping asshole and down her thigh.

With Yasmir watching, she had **** but to eat it all while Tegan watched with a dumb grin. She’d done her best to hide her revulsion but was afraid Yasmir would see anyway. She’d reached down and ran her fingers up her thigh, catching the cum that had spilled from her in the cup of her palm. She brought it to her mouth and quickly downed it as fast as she could. She knew if she gave herself any time to think about it, she was likely to gag. So she didn’t give herself the chance.

When Tegan left grinning, she’d thought he’d finally had enough for one day. A few minutes she realized how wrong she was. Tegan apparently had other ideas because he’d rounded up a few more engineers and they all had a nasty look in their eyes. They’d done this sorta thing to Yasmir before, but she’d always been spared the more hardcore stuff. That little mercy seemed to have run it’s course because the guys Tegan had brought started running a train on her, taking turns fucking up what was left of her asshole. And with the beating Tegan had given her, it meant she never stayed shut and was **** everything that leaked out, which was all of it. With Yasmir watching in fascination, Kelly had no options, she had to just take it.

In the space of a few weeks she’d gone from never taking it in the ass before to letting half the ship blow a load in there and now being **** to drink it all. The worst part about it was half the guys snickered about the fact she was gay while doing her. It was almost enough to make her reconsider things.

~

Afterwards, she found Tegan on shaking legs.

“What the fuck you asshole!” she screamed. “I’m bleeding because of that. You realize I was this close to breaking character? Then what? No more asshole for you; either mine or the dumb alien’s. Did you think of that huh? Or are you just trying to ruin this for all of us?”

Tegan didn’t even have the decency to look sorry. He still wore a dumb grin while he fended off her blows.

“I could barely keep from screaming the way you nailed my ass. Christ. I feel like I’m gonna shit blood for a week you fucker. Are you trying to hurt me? Because good job, you fucking did you jerk.”

Tegan kept on grinning, even as he started apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, maybe me and the boys did get a bit carried away. But you could stop this all if you wanted.”

“Then we’d lose the alien you idiot.”

“Yup. Guess that means you like her more than you hate taking it in the ass.”

It suddenly clicked for Kelly. “You absolute shitheel.”

Tegan just kept grinning.

~ ~ ~ Miscellaneous

After several months serving aboard the ship, Yasmir was notified a further contingent of asari marines would join her to help the humans with further anti-piracy measures. She was to be responsible for their proper integration.

~

After mission, the asari marines undressed in their locker room and began to shower off the dirt, sweat and grime of the planetside action. The conversation inevitably drifted towards the human social customs they were all painfully getting accustomed to.

“How you holding up Tria?” one of the asari asked.

The marine shrugged. “Eh. I’m fine. Been through worse.”

“You sure? You didn’t look too hot the other day.”

The marine winced at the memory. “It’s fine for the most part. It’s just, those two humans, Drew and Carrow? They won’t stop telling me how much they like me. I get it, I really do, I’m fucking amazing. But damn, my asshole feels like it’s never getting better. Those two have been up my ass together every chance they get.”

“Together?” one of the other marines asked wide eyed when they’d overheard.

Another chimed in. “Yeah, they do that sometimes. I’ve had a couple to that to me too.

“Tell me about it,” another muttered.

Grousing was part and parcel of being a marine but at this point the CO decided to step in before things could get heated. “Suck it up marines. You’re soldiers, so start acting like it. Tria, don’t tell me some human hugging ceremony is getting to you.”

“It’s a bit more than hugging sarge,” one of her women said.

“I don’t care marine, stow it.”

The women grumbled but the complaints stopped.

Truth be told. The sergeant agreed. She’d been on the receiving end of human hospitality more times than she could count and rarely enjoyed it. If anything, she felt more strongly than any of the women under her. The enlisted men apparently weren’t allowed to bond with her, but the humans CO’s were more than making up for that. She hadn’t mentioned it to her women since it wasn’t proper, but they’d been sharing her asshole since day one practically. Every intel briefing she’d attended had her bonding with a roomful of human males two at a time until she felt less like a soldier and more like a sex toy. They’d pump her so full of social fluid she’d find herself leaking it throughout the whole day, and that was after most had already spilled out. They worked her over so bad she couldn’t ever keep anything in.

“Aw hell, you girls are just babies. It’s not that bad. Actually kinda fun. Makes me wonder what having one of those things the men have would be like.”

“Oh shut it Coriss,” the women responded, throwing anything they could lay their hands on in the direction of the squad’s resident degenerate.