Starcrossed Lovers (Closed for Pywakit and I)

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana sat quietly in the latest space port bar, stirring her drink as she took several glances around. The place was full of all sorts of strange characters. There were spidery, four-legged, Silathraths crawling up to their own seats, green skinned, one-eyed, Plionouts discussing the latest scientific theories, blob-like Uyugs slithering across the floor, a couple of pink, glowing, Aenomers that looked like large, floating, jellyfish, and several other creatures of which Lana could not recall the names of. She should have been excited, but she only felt, well, bored.

Only a month ago, she had graduated from the Terran Space Academy. Before that time, she hadn't even left Earth, only seeing other races in textbooks or on the Infovid. And she often wondered what it would be like, visiting new worlds, exploring the galaxy, and meeting strange alien lifeforms. Her excitement could barely be contained when she went on her first mission, travelling on a cargo ship to deliver supplies to several space ports before returning back to Earth.

Now, she and the rest of the crew were at the last space port, and Lana's excitement was practically non-existant. The worlds were beautiful, yes, but she didn't even get one lousy chance to walk on one of them. And the people were strange, that is, until they started trying to hit on her. Apparently all men were the same, even ones that weren't of her species. And so, sighing again, she took another sip of her drink, turning and getting ready to leave.

Until she showed up, that was.

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva turned heads as she entered the room, but not because she was utterly alien. She was humanoid, but it was the differences that set her apart in a room full of humans, as she was a Fylorian, a race renowned for their artistic ability and speed. And, to be blunt, their beauty.

Neeva stood just over five feet tall, tall for a Fylorian. Blue skinned, with darker blue zebra-like stripes down her arms, back, and legs, Neeva's body was that of a lithe dancer, with long trim legs. Her breasts were large, and were typically the first thing one noticed about her figure (unless you were unused to Fylorians, in which case you probably noticed her two-foot-long tail or the dainty batlike wings that protruded from her shoulders to a span of five feet). Her eyes were large and pink, and when she got excited they tended to glow a little. Her antennae arched back gracefully from her brow, like her eyes, the bulbs at their tips had a habit of glowing when she got excited. She wore her bright red hair in a bob-cut, but with long tresses falling down just in front of her large pointed ears. Her hair ran down her neck and back, like a mane, all the way to her long, prehensile tail, a tail tipped in a bulb not unlike an unbloomed rose. Her fingers were long and slender, and like her tail, her ears, and her navel, were adorned with sparkling gold rings. She wore her favorite outfit, a black leathery symbiont which was, in itself, a living creature. It clung to her like a one-piece bathing suit, one with a low back that left room for her wings and dipped all the way down to attach to a gold ring around the base of her tail, and then down further into a miniskirt that stopped high up on her striped thighs. From the front, the symbiont was more modest, hiding some of the more exotic features of her race from casual observation. The living dress matched her fingerless black gloves and black boots, but they were both made of normal leather.

A relatively new member of the Cosmic Concord, the alliance of space-faring races that shared this arm of the galaxy, the Fylorians were still relatively unknown on many of the core worlds. On a space station like this, though, most of the locals had seen a little bit of everything. And so while they turned to gawk at Neeva when she entered a room, most people went back to their own business quickly enough.

If there was anything to match a Fylorian's beauty, though, it was their curiosity. And since Neeva had never before seen a human woman, her large pink eyes picked out Lana from the crowd quickly. She smiled, then approached the exotic-looking-woman.

"Hi there! I'm Neeva. I"m a Fylorian. And you're a human, aren't you? I've never seen a human before. There any more humans on board? Where are you from? Can I sit here?" And she did. Neeva tended to talk fast when she was excited, and meeting her first human was certainly cause for excitement! She shut her pretty little mouth and blushed purple in embarrassment, but couldn't help being too obvious about taking in this strange human woman's appearance with her glowing pink eyes...

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana

Making her way towards the bar's exit, Lana was about to leave until a new creature entered. This thing, obviously female, was unlike anything she had ever seen. There was nothing in the books or on the Infovid about this sort of alien, and Lana was immediately intrigued, even moreso when she realized this creature was just as interested as her.

She also couldn't help but look over this newly discovered alien, examining her physical form. It was at once familiar, and on the other hand completely unfamiliar. She possessed so many strange and wonderful features, and was incredibly beautiful to boot. And, as this creature, apparently a Fylorian, known as Neeva began speaking to her, she realized that this alien didn't seem all that interested in sticking her ovipositer into Lana's privates to give her some 'forbidden alien lovin' as one lecherous creature had advertised it.

Sitting back down, Lana grinned and nodded her head, finding this Neeva to be quite a character, "Yeah, I'm a human though most of the other aliens call us Terrans, and yeah, there's plenty of us here at port. It's funny that you've never seen a human, because I've never seen a Fylorian before. Oh, I'm from Earth, are you from your people's native planet?"

Resting her elbow on the bar and then resting her chin in her palm, the Terran couldn't help but notice how Neeva looked her over. Yes, it was rather surprising, but she couldn't hold it against the Fylorian. After all, she found herself looking the alien up and down as well.

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva grinned when the human woman didn't shoo her away or call for the guards.

"Earth, huh? OH! Right! I remember reading about that place in school. I'm from B'vesta, myself, but I've never really been anywhere else. B'vesta's where the Fylorians are from, yup yup. Lived there for all my life. Just came up here in space on account of there was supposed to be a job for a dancer on this cruise ship, the Firewinter, but turns out it got hit by pirates on its way here. All blown up now. Which pretty much leaves me without a job. Which isn't so good for me, I suppose."

Neeva's antennae drooped a little, but she quickly forced back her sadness. "But that's the way it goes, I guess. How about you? Did you get stranded her by pirates too? Maybe it was the same pirates! Maybe..." Again, Neeva shut her mouth, covering it with a lithe hand this time. And again, her cheeks glowed purple with embarasement.

"I'm sorry. I kinda go on sometimes. Just kick me or something if I start to give you a headache... uhhh... hmm. Did you say what your name was? I hope not, because if you did, I forgot, and that's a terrible way to make new friends."

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

"I'm afraid I've never read anything about B'vesta, but I'm sure it's a nice place," She blinked for a moment, frowning upon hearing the bad news, "That's a shame that things didn't really work out for you. But you're a dancer, huh? That's really interesting. I'd love to see Fylorian dance."

Turning a little, Lana showed Neeva the United Terran Navy patch on the dark blue jacket she wore over her tight blue jumpsuit, "Oh, I'm out here as a member of the Navy. I graduated from the Academy only a month ago and was assigned to a cargo and delivery ship. This is our last stop before returning back to Earth," an epiphany hit Lana, and she grinned, "Say, maybe you could work on our ship as a dancer. I know there's, well, plenty of guys on the ship who are into alien women."

At the comment about her tendency to ramble, Lana couldn't help but giggle, "Oh, don't worry, Neeva. I think it's incredibly cute."

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

"Well... Fylorian dancing is kinda racy, so I'm not sure how into it you'd be. But it's fun too. Do navy ships hire dancers a lot? I gotta be honest with you... it sounds like trouble, dancing for a bunch of soldiers and all that." Neeva shrugged, using both sets of shoulders (her arms and her wings).

"Fylorian dancers usually have bodyguards, is the thing. And all the ones who were going to be my guards were on the ship already when them pirates did their thing. Say... wait a minute... did you say I was cute?" Neeva beemed. "Why thank you! That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me since I got here! That calls for a celebration!"

Neeva raised a blue arm and began waving her fingers, decorated with no less than five gold rings, in the air. In a moment, a strangely gaunt Bwarian waiter was looming over their table, his black fur close-cropped and his expression calm and dignified.

"We need drinks! I'll have a Swirling Scarlet Sunrise, hold the skivifruit. And... ummm..." She glanced over at her new companion, realizing she still didn't know her name, much less what she wanted to drink.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana

Looking to the Bwarian waiter, she made her order, "I'll just have a Nyrene Red Wine," with that finished, Lana looked back to Neeva, blushing as she realized just now that she had not even introduced herself to the Fylorian. That was immensly inconsiderate, and she chose to rectify the mistake, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Lana."

The comment that Neeva made about calling her cute was rather surprising to her, and as she leaned in, she had to ask, "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to you on this space port? That's crazy. You're beautiful. No one's told you that, Neeva?"

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva smiled. Her pink eyes glowed with pride and embarassment, and as they did, the tips of her two long and writhing antennae glowed the same color. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of purple, and she opened her mouth to say something and, incredibly, found that she didn't know what to say. She closed her mouth, tried again, then closed it again. At a loss for words, she looked down at the tabletop, at her drink, and then sought solace there. She emptied the strong drink in one long pull, gasped, then slammed the cup back down on the table, not quite hard enough to shatter it but enough to make both of them jump.

Finally, Neeva giggled. The drink's warmth was already spreading through her as she finally found her voice.

"Well... no. No one's told me that, Lana. I guess, in a way, we Fylorians are expected to be beautiful. Guys look at me, check out my tits or my legs or my ass or my wings or whatever, they whistle, they whisper among themselves and point. But no... no one's ever told me I'm beautiful before."

She bit her lower lip bashfully and smiled again.

"Thank you, Lana. And know what? You're pretty damn beautiful yourself, so I suppose you might know a bit about what I'm talking about, yeah?"

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana sipped at her own drink, leaning in and listening to Neeva. She could completely understand what her Fylorian friend was talking about, able to sympathize considering her latest experiences interacting with the galactic community. She had recieved similar looks from men of different species, who would look her up and down before whispering to their friends about how much they wanted to fill her vaginal regions with alien jelly.

Grinning and immediately blushing at that compliment, Lana nodded her head, "Thank you. And, yeah, I know exactly what you're talking about. You have no clue how many of these creatures have asked me if they can put whatever they use for reproduction into me. Well, actually, I guess you do have a clue, considering."

"Say, want to get out of here? I'm sure there's much more interesting things to see in this space port than a bar full of sleazy aliens."

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva smiled, her tail writhing in excitement and her wings stretching and fluttering as well. "Yeah! That's a great idea."

She stood and the effects of the drink rushed to her head, making her feel a little light-headed for an instant. Her wings flared and flapped and helped catch her balance, and then she was steady once more, with a pleasant tingling in her belly and brain.

"I've not really had a chance to explore the station much, have you? Do you know anything particularly interesting to see?" Almost reflexively, her hand shot out to take Lana's, an invitation to have her lead the way. Neeva didn't realize until she'd grabbed the human woman's hand that it was something that lovers did as well, but it was too late now. Hopefully, Lana wouldn't misinterpret the gesture... but Neeva found herself wondering in the back of her mind what her own true intentions for taking up her hand actually were...

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana shrugged her shoulders, looking around the place as they left the bar, "We only just got here, and I needed a drink, so this was the first place to go. I can't really say what the space port has."

When she felt the Fylorian hand slide into her's, Lana gently squeezed it, looking down at their union of digits before blushing and doing her best to not appear nervous. Just because Neeva was holding her hand didn't mean there was any intimate reason for it. After all, she was a different species, and there wasn't any universal meaning for holding hands.

However, if it was for an intimate reason, Lana didn't mind. After all, at least she wasn't being lewd and disgusting in her efforts. Lana thought she might die if another alien came up to her and told her he'd rock her world before showing off his equipment.

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

For a few moments, the two women simply walked, hand in hand, as they left the bar. The hallway beyond curved gently, following the outer arc of the space station. A wall of screens that transmitted and enhanced the view from outside along the right was, for all intents and purposes, indistinguishable from windows, giving an uninterrupted view of the majesty of space. The station's current rotation had the Pyre Nebula in full view, and Neeva stopped to look at it, taking in the fiery colors that looked like an immense fire burning in space.

"It's really pretty amazing. Space. So many worlds out there; we've only just started to catalog them all. Who knows what kind of surprises are still lurking out there?"

She sighed, then shook her head. "But we were going to go see the sights, right? I hear this station's got a state-of-the-art concert hall. Wanna see what's playing? Or there's a park, I hear, over on the other side. Really... I guess anything goes for me, as long as it's somewhere a bunch of randy men aren't out on the prowl..."

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana stared as well, looking out at the universe in all it's majesty and feeling at once completely insignificant and completely overwhelmed. The amount of space that had been uncovered so far was fast compared to what had been accomplished only a century ago, but it was still nothing. Huge galactic maps amounted to basically a pencil point dot on a sheet of paper. And yet, just knowing this made her feel excited, thrilled; there was so much to explore, so much to see and experience!

Looking to Neeva, Lana smiled a bit, "Well, I would really like to get to know you. And, well, I can think of a place where there shouldn't be any randy men," Squeezing that purple hand, Lana grinned and tilted her head, "Do you have a room here on the space port? Or if you don't, we could always use mine. That way, we can talk and we won't have to worry about any of these silly males."

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva smiled for a moment, then faltered a bit. "Umm... well that's another fun and happy story, Lana. You see... the agency that arranged for my job on the ship only paid for my room up through yesterday. I was supposed to be on the Firewinter by now, you see? So it didn't really make sense for the agency to keep paying for a room for me. And as it turns out, well, they're pretty busy, I guess. I haven't been able to arrange a new room or anything... um, I'm sure they'll get one set up for me eventually, but it just might take a few days before the paperwork goes through. So... uh... well, I guess what I'm saying is that we can't really go back to my room."

She smiled, tried to be brave, tried even harder not to beg Lana for a place to stay. She wouldn't do that. Neeva was too proud. She'd rather sleep under a table back at the bar than beg someone she only just met for somewhere to stay the night.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana listened intently to Neeva's story, frowning more and more as the the details became clearer, "Oh dear. That's terrible, Neeva! I still have a room here on the space port, and I'll have it for a week, after that we leave on the cargo ship and head back to Earth. And, well, since you don't have a place to stay, why don't you stay with me? The bed is pretty big, so I'm sure it could fit both of us. Come on, I'll show it to you!"

Hurrying along and holding Neeva's soft, Fylorian, hand, Lana traveled deeper into the space port and headed to the private quarters. Stopping at one of the many doors, she took out her key card and ran it over the small identification reading laser. When it read her card, it beeped from red to green, and the door unlocked and opened, "Ah, home sweet home. Well, for the moment, anyway."

The room was pretty nice, more than likely a sort of 'quasi-vacation' for the crew before they returned home. Inside was an information network database rig, a fairly expensive infovid projector, a clean, pure white bathroom, a small refridgeration unit stocked with all sorts of food and drinks, and, in the center of the room, a large, cozy, bed with silvery purple silk sheets, "Well, what do you think?"

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva still couldn't believe her luck. Finding this nice human woman was probably the first good thing that had happened to her in... well... since she was accepted for the dancing job in the first place. Before that, even, since getting that job had ended up not being such a great thing after all.

"It's great!" Neeva said as she walked into the room and slowly turned around, taking it all in. "Wow... the navy certainly takes care of their own, that's for sure. This is like four times the size of the room the agency set me up with." She blushed again. "Not that they're cheepskates. Not at all. They're a huge organization. They have a lot of overhead, I'm sure. And my room really wasn't for much more than sleeping anyway... OH!" She gasped as she noticed the bathroom.

"You even have a private shower!"

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana felt a bit embarrased as she realized it seemed like she might be rubbing her good fortune in Neeva's face. However, the Fylorian showed no signs of anger or jealousy, so she could only hope there wouldn't be a problem. As the alien dancer began exploring her room she headed over to the info database, opening it up and doing a search on Fylorians.

She was always curious when she discovered new things, and she wanted to learn as much as she could about Neeva's people. One reason was that she loved learning about all sorts of aliens, the other was that she didn't want to look like a jerk because she made some faux pas that she didn't even realize was wrong.

"Yeah, uhh, help yourself to whatever's in the refridgeration unit."

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

As Neeva looked around the large apartment, Lana's computer search flashed several results. A few of the options to click on mentioned links to the Fylorian home world, and a few others were links to art academies that advertised various Fylorian art services. But perhaps shockingly, the vast majority of the links were speculations about Fylorian sexuality. Most of these links had various wild theories about how Fylorians mated, and indeed theories about why male Fylorians were yet unknown off planet. In fact, no one seemed to have ever seen a male Fylorian before. Perhaps most astoundingly, no one seemed able to agree even on what a naked Fylorian looked like. Despite their beauty, there were no known cases of Fylorian prostitutes, and the dancers were just that; no stripping was involved. There were plenty of speculation sites by people claiming to have had the fortune to make love to a Fylorian, but the sheer number of variety and contradictory reports made them all seem doubtful at best.

Neeva finished her tour, and innocently approached Lana from the opposite side of the computer screen. "Whatcha looking for, Lana? Checking your mail or something?"

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana turned back to Neeva, closing the info database and smiling, "Oh, I was just looking up a bit about your people and your world. I have to admit, you're really intriguing. I haven't met a single being like you, and, well, I'd love to know a bit more about your people."

Moving to the bed, she sat down and smiled up at the Fylorian, "Like, what is your world like? What are your people like? What do your people do for entertainment?"

Like a lightbulb appearing above Lana's head, she grinned as something Neeva had said popped up once more, "How about Fylorian dancing? You said you were a dancer. Maybe you could show me a little of it? I'm really curious to see what it's like."

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva beemed as Lana mentioned dancing. "Well... I hate to be a braggart, but I did get the highest marks in my academy. My teachers kept telling me I was a natural. Ummm..." She raised a finger to her chin and looked around the room thoughtfully. "Well... this place isn't big enough for the big numbers. Your ceiling's plenty high, though, and if we push this desk aside I think I'll have enough room to show you one of the smaller numbers. It's a dance we call, "Whispers of the Moonlark."

In a few moments, Neeva had pushed the desk aside and stood in the center of the room. "Oh... and we'll need music. You wouldn't happen to have a copy of Nvirisky's Ode to the Midnight Storm would you? If you don't, anything that's got a lot of wind instruments and deep bass rumbly stuff should work...

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana grinned, "I may not have it, but I can find it."

Standing up from the bed, she made her way to the info database and opened it up again. After doing a quick search for Nvirisky's Ode to the Midnight Storm, she purchased it with her cred stick, and turned the music on, grinning as it poured through the speakers in the walls.

Once the music had started, she found her seat at the bed, resting back on her elbows and watching Neeva, "Alright, let's see this mysterious Fylorian dance!"

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva smiled as the familiar, comforting opening hums of her favorite piece of music filled the room. She closed her eyes, allowing the calm before the storm to build. As she stood there, she slowly began to slide her fingers up her body, starting at the hips and trailing them up her sides. As they moved, her tail writhed in the air behind her and her wings slowly spread, but perhaps the most shocking to Lana was the way Neeva's symboitic bodysuit began to transform.

The one-piece leather began to peel away, long thin strips of it exposing more and more of Neeva's blue flesh as the black leather fell down along her hips in long, thin strings, almost like tassels. On her hips, the remaining material formed into a skimpy thong, but one with garter-belt-like strips crossing over her belly (now with the cute little gold ring in her navel revealed) and the small of her back in a dainty X to attach to the bra-like halter-top that now held her breasts, pressing them up and together as more strips of material coiled away, forming another set of long strands that fell from the underside to hang around her like a corona.

And then the music began. With the thunderous clash of cymbals and kol-drums, followed immediately by the strings and woodwinds, the music told the story of a sudden storm upon a dry desert landscape deep at midnight. Even without visuals to accompany it, the music told its story flawlessly, of a sudden rush of rain that called down a flash flood and transformed a barren lakebed into a ripe habitat. Yet Neeva herself was all the actual visuals needed.

Her dance was powerful. She sailed about the room in a strangely hypnotic combination of ballet and burlesque, the ribbons of material hanging from her dress swishing in the air like ribbons. Her tail accompanied her movements, snapping and writhing like a whip at times, while at others writhing and coiling like a snake hypnotizing its prey. The gold rings on her tail glittered and tinkled, adding further music to the piece. And several times, Neeva leapt into the air, her wings catching her, holding her aloft, and even allowing for an impressive barrel roll in mid air at the piece's first climax.

As the ten-minute song came to its triumphant close, Neeva leapt into the air again. Her eyes and antennae were glowing brightly now with excitement, and as she spun into the air, her wings whipping her into a tripple corkscrew, the final blast of drums signaled the end of the song and she sunk back to the floor and wilted, reclining down onto her back and curling into a delicate shape on the floor.

In the silence that followed the end of the song, only Neeva's breathing filled the room for a moment. After a few seconds, she clambered gracefully to her feet. Her body shone with perspiration, and her eyes and antennae were still aglow but suddenly she was worried that Lana's silence indicated she'd found the whole thing boring enough to fall asleep. Nervous, Neeva looked up at her audience of one, a bashful smile on her lips.

"So that's pretty much what I do, Lana... hope you liked it..."

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

"Liked it? Liked it? That was.. wow.. I can't even begin to describe it!" Lana was sitting there on the bed, her eyes wide as she looked at Neeva. The dance had been perhaps the most beautiful thing she had seen in her short time from her home planet. No star, no planet, no nebula or astrological phenomenon had ever quite appeared so wonderful and spectacular to her. The Fylorian dance was something she would truly cherish, as well as brag about to the guys on the ship when they were underway back to Earth.

And though she was filled with wonder by the hypnotically entrancing and lovely dance, she was also filled with excitement and arousal. She shifted a little, feeling the wetness between her legs only growing at the memories of that exotic alien dance. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, her breath heavy, and it would be just about obvious to anyone just how hot she was feeling because of it. Even her nipples, hard as little pebbles, poked against her navy-issue jumpsuit.

"I.. I.." Standing up, Lana stared at the Fylorian for a moment before moving away, heading to the bathroom and splashing her face with cold water. She hadn't ever really been too attracted to other women, though like most she had gone through a period of experimentation in the Academy. However, those feelings had been buried until now. Neeva's dance had caused those long forgotten desires to explode up back into her, and she now noticed Neeva in a different way.

Moving from the bathroom, she touched one of her burning red cheeks, flushed with blood, "Would you.. maybe.. umm.. like to go out? On a date?"

 

[Pywakit]

Neeva

Neeva beemed with pride at Lana's compliment, then her eyes widened with surprise as she asked her out. Butterflies seemed to explode in Neeva's tummy, and her antennae glowed brighter pink than ever. She smiled, then opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, then bit her lower lip in a cute little display of nerves.

Finally, she found her voice.

"If I'd known all it took was a dance, well, I think I'd have done that when I first met you, Lana!" She giggled. "I'd love to go out with you. Do you have any ideas? What's a good place to go on a date on this thing?" She couldn't stop grinning now. She wanted to rush over to give Lana a hug and a kiss, but didn't want to rush things. "Easy, Neeva," she thought to herself, "Don't scare her off by jumping her already!"

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Lana

"Well, I was thinking we could have a nice dinner? There's a restaurant up on C Deck, though I think it mainly serves human food. I hope thats alright?" Reaching out, Lana took Neeva's hand gently into her own. She noted the Fylorian's reaction, her own very similar as she blushed and looked down nervously like a love struck schoolgirl. Just looking at the alien beauty made her tremble, the mysteries of her inhuman form making her shiver in delight. It was then, at the thought of being with an alien, that she realized she had neglected to even ask the important questions.

"Umm, I'm rather new to this.. interspecies dating, and, well, I haven't dated another human in awhile. You're female, right? Do your people frown on two women, especially two women of different races, being intimate with one another? Having a relationship, I mean. I know it is still a bit of a social taboo, even on Earth."