Until the day previous, I did not even know that aliens existed. I was just a regular guy, doing a regular job, living a normal life. Now, I was on a space station that was the hub of the Puthrok Empire. The Puthrok were a reptilian species of traders and merchants that spanned a dozen solar systems, and sold, bartered and traded anything they could get their claws on. Physically, the were mostly shorter than I was, and almost diminutive compared to Yagrisesh.
They were a bipedal species that walked upright, had short snouts and long tails, with webbed feet and hands that ended in claws. Unlike the Braak, there was considerable sexual dimorphism among them, and as I followed Yagrisesh through Slemven Station, I noticed that the female Puthrok all wore what could be charitably described as sleeveless sundresses. The dresses sat high on their waists, exposing their chests to onlookers.
Since they were reptilian, they did not have breasts, and had no problem exposing themselves. The males were slightly shorter in stature to the females, and wore a type of cargo short with a space in the back for their tails. Both sexes had blue coloured scales, but the colour patterns themselves varied from sky blue and teal, to nearly black.
I gawked at each of the Puthrok restaurants, shops, libraries and cafés that we passed as Yagrisesh led me from her ship, the Ultimate Knowledge, that was now in one of the stations many hangers to the Braak Embassy, located in the Merchant's District of this sprawling station. I attempted to match the impressive pace of my captor turned lover, while being astonished at the swirling colours, lights and species around me. Yagrisesh was silent as we walked through the crowd, however I was enthralled.
Imagine a city with the grandeur of Dubai, and the culture of greed and sleaze of Las Vegas, with a dash of Rio's Carnival thrown in. That was Slemven Station. It was a merchant hub where Puthrok mining firms sold minerals to interstellar corporations under the watchful eye of Galactic Federation banks. While the vast majority of citizens here were Puthrok, I saw plenty of avian species, along with what looked like plenty of other humanoids, mammalian bipedals, and even some species that lumbered along like they were living trees, or carved from rock itself.
Everywhere we went there was noise, lights, and people hawking products at us.
Following my Braak companion was absolutely no trouble. Her dress was rather translucent, and as I walked behind her, I had the great opportunity to ogle her ass. She had a great ass. I had learned that when she had let me fuck her while trying to disinfect me several hours earlier. It was immeasurably enjoyable, and still not even the weirdest thing that I had done today. I nearly bumped into her when she stopped outside of a rather bland looking metallic door in one of the bazaars. Above the door was a symbol of an eye looking through a telescope. Yagrisesh placed her arm against a small glowing card reader embedded in the wall beside the door, and the metallic door beside it opened with a sharp hiss. She entered, and I followed behind her.
Inside the embassy, there were multiple offices with a wide variety of scientific apparatus stacked on every available surface. The light inside the embassy was much dimmer than outside in the public bazaar, and it was also a Hell of a lot quieter. Yagrisesh took me by the arm and led me into the first office inside the embassy. She closed the door and immediately began speaking. "I am going to tell the other researchers at this embassy that you are my research partner. They must never know that you were accidentally removed from your home world, lest I and the Braak Academic Embassy here on the station be sanctioned."
I nodded in compliance. I did not want to hand her over to whatever authorities existed on this station. I was not sure they were friendly. While Yagrisesh was certainly prickly -- she had never once called me by my name -- she was a damn sight better than a prison sentence or whatever else happened to people here.
"Slemven station is a trade hub. The academic embassy here is where we reside. Since you are my research partner, I and the other researchers will have no trouble letting you sleep with us in the communal bed that I and the other Braak researchers share. However, you will need to feed yourself, and purchase all the necessary items required of a galactic citizen. For that, you will need a job. I suggest you look in the main merchant's bazaar on the level just below us." She continued.
"You are a carbon-based life form, and from your scent, you are an omnivore. You should be able to eat anything the Puthrok eat. Go talk to their restaurants and their corner clubs. They tend to hire different species with regularity." I continued nodding, excited to be out of this laboratory masquerading as an embassy when there was an entire space station of alien life out there waiting to be explored. "Finally, before I go tell my fellow researchers about you, and swear them to silence, please take this bracelet. It is an identifier. Please attach it to your wrist, and never remove it. It will let people know that you are a Braak researcher, and will allow you to collect credits. When you are a citizen, you will have a small chip implanted into your wrist that will identify you and allow you to access certain areas like myself. Now go find a job, I will be here when you return and we can discuss our situation further."
She abruptly turned away and left the small office in which we were conversing. Looking at her fine ass again as she left, I stopped to collect my thoughts. I fastened the bracelet that she had given me to my wrist, feeling it tighten to my skin as if it was a wristwatch that was almost a part of me. I had so much to learn about all this technology. I realized why Yagrisesh called me a primitive. Even the most advanced person on Earth would be a dullard on this station.
Realizing that I had a job to find, I slipped back out of the Braak Embassy, and started walking toward the centre of the plaza. There was a large central atrium in the centre, and looking up led to a colossal set of windows in the ceiling that showed a kaleidoscope of stars. This space station was of course orbiting a planet, or a moon, or whatever -- I had no idea honestly -- but all I could see out of those windows were an endless array of stars. It was positively breathtaking.
Directly underneath the windows were a series of spiraling tubes that led to the lower levels. Remembering that Yagrisesh had told me the vast majority of restaurants and clubs that were likely to hire me were on the lower levels, I hopped into one of the tubes, where a gaggle of Puthrok were walking. As they stepped into the tube, they were bathed in a weird blue glow, and they were levitated rapidly down to the next level. They never even broke conversation, continuing to giggle to one another as if they had done this a million times. I stepped into the tube myself, and felt myself immediately develop a feeling of vertigo. My limbs floated upwards, and I quickly descended to the next level down. My landing was absolutely not graceful; though, I didn't fall over, and was immensely proud of myself for not holding up the line behind me.
This level was just like the level above only slightly more modest, with dozens of restaurants and bars serving all manner of cocktails. I looked into the first restaurant and noticed a Puthrok woman serving a table where a variety of Avian species were seated. They were clearly paying her, and they each placed their wing over a small machine that beeped every time one of them touched it. They must also be citizens and have chips in their body that allows them to move money. Deciding that this place was as good as any, I walked up to the front door and introduced myself to the server that I had seen outside.
"Uh, hello." I spoke.
