David looked at his computer monitor, debating what to write. So far, he had "Dear Management" written on the open email. It's not that he had a problem, it's just that his current co-worker was a little...inappropriate.
David worked on the refueling space station Rhyton orbiting a dry planet that in turn orbited a young star. The station was huge, containing a warprealm portal, with plenty of docks for ships of all sizes, tanks of awe-inspiring size containing the volatile fuel needed for the warprealm, and a habitat sector that was the size of a mansion. Ships came and went, refuelling as they hopped across the vast nothing of space, and occasionally dropping off supplies or refilling the mountain-sized tanks.
David needed to word this message carefully. It would take at least a week to get to the Employee Resources Department of SpaceCo. If it wasn't worded right, and if they didn't feel it was serious enough, they would just brush it off, and he'd only know two weeks later.
The problem he had was his co-worker. He swore he wasn't xenophobic. And she wasn't that creepy. But damn if she didn't aggravate him!
David sighed, saved the draft and shut down the computer. He wasn't coming up with anything. The door to the hallway whooshed open for him as he set to walk about and gather his thoughts.
Rhyton was mostly hallways, windowless tubes with flattened bottoms that were stark white, save for the grey panels leading into various wires and air ducts. The many miles of halls connected the living quarters to the tanks, the tanks to the warprealm gate, the warprealm gate to the docks, and everything else to each other. It was a mind-boggling web that managed to always take you where you needed to go, despite the insanity of the blueprints.
David ended up walking to the docks. It was a massive room the size of a planetary airport with a colossal glass-like window facing out. At this time of day, the planet below was starting to cover up the sun. In front of the planet, one-third of a colossal mechanical ring arced into and out of view, its many prongs silent. When a ship wanted to come through, they would crackle with energy and tear through the fabric of the universe itself. Dangerous if left unchecked, but wholly repairable. Managing the gate to make sure it didn't suck in the local solar system in an accident was the main reason why he and his co-worker were stationed here. He was kind of hoping he'd get sent somewhere else, frankly.
Still searching for words, David continued through the station. He wandered from the docks to another hallway. This one would be surrounded with wires connecting various alert systems and monitors in the docks to the gate itself. Somehow, the alerts were going off when nothing was coming through, so his coworker had elected to check it out.
From the angle he was seeing her, it felt more like she wanted to be checked out instead. A grey panel had been swung open, and a big smooth blue bubble butt was poking out of it. It looked almost nude, save for a thong-like stretch of cloth that had wedged itself between the buttcheeks. She almost had thighs, but her 'legs' were four long tentacles that ended in two finger-like tendrils, two to a side, and the facsimile closer towards the hip had disturbingly human effect. A red metal toolbox next to her contained a variety of spanners, scanners, and slicers.
As David walked past, trying to ignore his coworker's ass and the growing hardness in his skin-tight jumpsuit, one of her legs shot out from the hole and grabbed his leg. Yelping, David tripped and fell with a thunk on to the padded corridor floor.
"What? Ow! Whoops!" From the hole in the hallway, a chirping voice exclaimed as a dull thump reverberated from the panel. Fifi, David's coworker and alien Xinonian, ducked out, four-tendrilled hand rubbing her forehead.
David groaned and looked up. Xinonians, as a whole, were impressively humanoid, considering the galaxy at large. Fifi, as well as the rest of her kind, had humanoid torsos, save for their blue skin. David already had seen her below her thin waist, but above it was as impressive a mix of humanoid and alien features.
Fifi's delicate face had plump, dexterous lips and cute large almond-shaped lidded eyes that were wholly shiny black. She didn't have a nose, but she did have freckle-like pits below her eyes. Her small ears extended into thick, short antennae, and she did not have any hair. Instead, a frill of webbed spines grew from her head, and if she was surprised, they would flare up to reveal brilliant shifting colors.
All that was typical of Xinonians, male or female, but the first time David had met her, he'd barely taken notice of her head. On her dainty chest, smooth, twin orbs almost as big as her head strained against her skin-tight jumpsuit. David could almost see her nipples poke through. She was overwhelmingly busty!
Her two arms were the second thing he had noted. They were boneless tentacles as long as her legs, with hands formed from four dexterous tendrils. David knew, from having read up on Xinonians, that they were technically boneless, having a tough cartilaginous skeleton in their torsos that was eerily similar to that of humans, complete with a similar rib-cage. They even had a belly button, to complete the comparisons.
"Sorry! Sorry, sorry!" Fifi apologized endlessly. "I was going to grab a fuser. I think one of the wires had detached itself when the gate did a routine check and let a signal bypass one of the systems." She reached down to help David up, but he ignored it and let himself up. He wasn't exactly happy with wearing a form-fitting jumpsuit and what it could show. Fifi didn't seem to mind his jumpsuit, though. In fact, she was wearing a special 'fashion' jumpsuit that, in addition to removing the arms, shoulders, legs and seat, also bared her stomach, allowing David to see her smooth, flat belly.
Standing up, David was more than a head taller that Fifi. "It's no problem, accidents happen," he said before leaving for the living quarters. He didn't have words, but he was getting them.
When he reached the living quarters, he retreated to the bathroom. The bathroom was almost noxiously white and perfectly spotless. The toilet was discreetly secreted into one corner, as well as the sink close to it with a large-scale programmable mirror above it, but aside from a few towel racks and toiletries for him and Fifi, the room was open. If so desired, the shower of water would come from the top and drain at the bottom.
David took a good long look at himself in the mirror. David was fit and young, but he was wasting himself being situated on a city-sized gas station. SpaceCo. had a recommended amount of exercise for humans, and he met it regularly. David wasn't super-muscular, but he was toned and healthy, with pale, pale skin. His brown hair was short-cropped, and he regularly shaved to prevent a space-miner's beard. Overall, with his square chin and straight nose, he looked pretty good. At least he thought so.
However, the form-fitting jumpsuit was not flattering. It hugged his crotch, a reminder that Fif was seductively humanoid, and he didn't like that it did that. Couldn't they have designed the suit so that it didn't capture his hardness? At least it was softening.
David took a deep breath and returned to the main living quarters. Part of his issue was that he shared the same bedroom as Fifi. Two beds were built into the wall on either side of the bedroom, with closets next to them. His was neat and orderly, hers a mess. Of course, she wasn't human, and it was probably uncomfortable for her somehow. He knew from experience that her closet was full of those swimwear-like jumpsuits, some missing bellies, some missing backs, and some barely in one piece. She didn't seem to care where she dressed herself, and David had seen far too many glimpses of her bountiful breasts to not be taunted. He, for his part, changed clothes in the bathroom, preventing her from ogling him.
David picked up a computer tablet and retreated to a soft circular chair in the main room. Rhyton really only had records of things. It wasn't connected to the galactic hub, so it didn't get news fast, nor was communicating out that effective. All he had for entertainment was lots and lots of books and movies.
He was reading something classical when Fifi came in. She stood upon her tendrils as carefully as a ballerina, flowing from one step to the next, more graceful than a dancer. "Hello," she chirped at him. David grunted a greeting.
Fifi glanced at him. David knew he was being rude, but he felt like that if he made any kind of comment at all, he'd get smacked for sexual harassment. Fifi grabbed her own computer tablet and settled into a chair, flowing into and then spilling over it. Her left set of tentacle-legs opened away from her body, spilling over the side of the chair and dangling like rope. The groin of her suit barely covered her sex, and as it journeyed towards her buttcheeks, it was sucked up into a line and vanished between those pillowy cheeks. She was splayed open so very casually, and it was so very distracting. David tried to get back to his book, but right now, he couldn't remember the title. He crossed his legs to hide his crotch and tried to resume reading.
After half an hour of reading just about nothing and trying to not think about just how good Fifi looked, motion caught David's attention. Looking up, he saw Fifi reach to a table drawer, pull it open, and withdraw a pair of earbuds. She pegged it into her computer tablet and slid the earbuds into her ears. Every single motion was liquid-smooth.
