In a distant future, long after space travel was achieved, there was a vast republic spanning the entirety of the Milky Way galaxy. This republic existed peacefully for centuries, with no major conflicts other than the occasional pirate skirmishes in the fringes of the galaxy.
At the center of this great empire was a great capital world known as Zyloth. It was a center of commerce, technology, and innovation. It is here on this planet that our story begins...
Ryna Harcourt was an 18 year old Diuwel. He was tall, standing at around 6'8", with a lean muscular body, like that of a well-trained athlete, and the slightly tanned complexion to match. He looked exactly the same as a tall human male, with two distinct differences. He had two 1" horns protruding from his forehead, that just barely passed through his spiky snow-white hair. His hair surrounded his horns, falling to form a white curtain across his forehead. He stood in a dingy corridor, dressed in the telltale uniform of a army recruit, except for the black trench coat he wore over the top.
He spotted the sign he was looking for–the exit. Soon he was on a taxi headed for his apartment near the spaceport. He arrived within 5 minutes, and let himself into his old-style apartment. He changed out of his recruit's outfit, and into a more comfortable t-shirt and pair of tracksuit pants.
Sitting in a chair in the small living room of his apartment, he reflected on the last week. He had flown, or whatever it is called when you travel through space, to some backwater planet for an interview and test to get into the Vanguard Experiment, an elite military branch. He didn't think he had done well with the interview because the interviewer had been a beautiful human girl about his age. She had had long, straight brown hair, beautiful grey-green eyes, and perfect looking 36A breasts. That was all he could see above the interviewing table, but if the top was anything to work off of, he was sure that her lower half was just as beautiful. It wasn't a surprise that he had had trouble concentrating on the interview.
While he was thinking of the mysterious woman, he began to unconsciously stroke his cock through the fabric of his tracksuit pants. Soon he had a raging boner. As he began to pull down his pants so he could alleviate the pressure, the doorbell rang.
"Damn it!" he thought as he stood up and pulled his pants back up. He went to the door, and pulled it open, "Hello, may I help you?" he said sarcastically, not really paying attention to the person at the door.
"I think that you can, Mr. Harcourt." a feminine voice said. Ryna looked at her, and immediately felt like an idiot. It was the girl from the interview. She was dressed in a casual shirt that hung off one shoulder, revealing a lacy bra strap, and shorts that ended right as her thighs began.
