This story contains futa on a female, oral, anal, and vaginal. all characters are over 18.
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Dr. Silvia Turner sat on a stainless steel chair, in-front of a stainless steel table, inside of a stainless steel room. She was about to be the first human to meet a newly discovered alien race. She tried taking some deep breaths. Their initial communications suggested that they were very advanced in terms of bio-tech, but less so in other areas. The exchange in information could lead to both species having a lot to gain. All she needed to do was not fuck this up.
She could see her petite, mottled reflection in the steel. She had curly red hair that refused to cooperate with her sleek black suit and attire. She sighed and hoped it would be good enough not to offend whatever creature would walk through those doors. First impressions were always important.
She heard a hiss of pressure and swallowed hard, sitting strait and peering into the darkness as if she wasn't at all worried. "Hello. My name is Dr. Silvia Turner. If your translation device is working, please indicate by-" She stopped as she saw it enter. The alien was a strange mix of familiar, and perverse. It was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time. Mostly she was feeling a strange sense of embarrassment and vulnerability. It was as if she had just found out she had gone to work buck naked. The difference in this case being that she was fully clothed, and it was the alien that was naked.
But the alien didn't act naked. It walked in like it was dressed appropriately for any occasion. Like it was it the garb of royalty. The hips swayed in a proud jaunt. If it was some beast or strange creature that would have been one thing. Covered in scales or fur would have dampened the effect. But no, it looked human. Startlingly human. It looked like a beautiful human woman with smooth skin. She was maybe six feet tall and had a figure like a supermodel mixed with an Olympic athlete. Silvia could see the faintest hint of abdominal muscles curve into a figure that was round and shapely in all the places a woman should be. Well, except one. There was one glaringly aspect to her anatomy that was decidedly less feminine.
There was a cock, about nine inches, fully erect piercing out from her legs, sweeping the area before her as she sauntered in. It was proud and dominating in the cold, sterile room. Silvia wasn't sure exactly what to look at. The woman looked Mediterranean in her features, her bust, hips, height, and cock were all above standard size. She gawked at the beautiful and intimidating figure for a few moments before the alien spoke with a voice that almost sang, "No need. I have already learned your language. You may call me Diana."
"Ah."
"Are you frightened?" the alien, Diana, asked. "I researched your people before arriving so that I may look like you, and you might come to trust me. Did I make a mistake?"
"Uh." Silvia was still gawking. "Very good first attempt." she swallowed. "So you, uh, don't normally look like this?"
"We change our bodies at will to adapt to our environment. The only limitation is the amount of genetic code we have collected." she answered. "Are you unable to do so? Is this why you cover yourself with the cloth of other lifeforms?"
"Y-yes. Something like that." She nodded. "We don't, uh, collect genetic information, and use it like that."
The Diana's head cocked sideways, "Then, what are your sexual organs for?"
"Uh." Silvia tried to follow the aliens reasoning. "Oh well, that is how we reproduce. But we don't alter our own genetics during our own lifetime. At least, not much, and not the way you suggest."
"Strange. And interesting." The alien smiled, almost flirtatiously. "It is nice to meet you. Dr. Silvia Turner." she extend out a hand.
"Diana. On behalf of the Earth Alliance, it is an honor to meet you as well." she shook the woman's hand.
"This is how diplomatic meetings begin with your people, correct? A hand shake?" She asked.
"Yes." Silvia gulped, trying not to think about how close the throbbing cock was to her. "Something like this."
"Would you mind indulging my peoples method of introduction then?"
Silvia would hate to offend such a powerful group. In fact, she was given orders to make the ambassador feel completely comfortable by any means necessary. "Of course. What is it?"
"Would you mind exchanging genetic information with me?" She asked. "It is a common courtesy among my people. Much like a handshake."
Silvia tapped the desk anxiously. "You mean, like, hair or saliva?" she asked hopefully. The alien laughed in a way that made Silvia's blood turn cold.
"No no no. Sperm or eggs." Silvia was silent. "Do you posses either?"
"Uh, I can't really give you those, like, on the spot, like this."
"Why not?"
"Well, um, I'm female, so I do not produce sperm." She started.
"Ah." Diana nodded in understanding. "So your people have multiple mating types. That makes things complicated. We have only one, naturally." Diana looked pensive before asking, "And I suppose your species lack ovipositors."
"That we do. We lack those ma'am." Silvia said. "So, unfortunately, we are at an impasse,"
