Asari Bonding

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.

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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 forced 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 forced 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." Desperate 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 abuse 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."