---Harukor’s perspective---

  I’m sitting in a little Citadel bistro across the bar from the owner, looking like a 3m tall five lined Skink and only dressed in a bright red cowboy hat.

  I came to a slightly out of the way part of the planet to find a Skreskian eatery and the result is, despite it being ideal lunch rush time, there’s no one else here.

  In front of me are enough dishes to account for the entire lunch rush myself, though(!)

  Not that he was hostile before but the owner got very friendly when he heard the length of my order(!)

  I have my extralarge work holo out and am scrawling notes in katakana.

  It’s a shame it’s not my job to review restaurants because the atmosphere in here is super chill!

  The food, for the most part, is pretty bland and not great texturally… I don’t think that I’d be able to make a Terran craze for Skreskian cuisine happen… Sorry, dude!

  I look up from my notes, my attention captured by the Parliamentary debate on the wall.

  “Hey, man… could you turn it up?” I ask the funky Lizard dude.

  He reaches behind the counter and the volume increases to the point where my translator decides to translate the adorably squeaky language for me.

  I watch the grey furred, black eyed Rodent girl with a hint of primate in her long arms as she gives a speech about how the big, bad Terrans are gonna come and get them all if they vote to kick us out.

  “…My fellow Representatives… I implore you; sanction the Terrans for their misconduct, censure the Terrans for their aggression… but, for the love of all that is good and fragile in this life, do not give the Terrans nothing to lose… or we may all come to rue this day… I yield the remainder of my time.” concludes the cutie.

  The bistrotier turns to me, throws one arm behind himself and wraps a clawed hand around the brim of his hat, whisking it off and holding it at full extension to his right in what’s flagged as a gesture of deep sympathy.

  “Whoof! I would not want my species to be in your position right now, that’s for sure! My condolences!” consoles the barman, unfortunately not translated with an Old West accent.

  “It’s all good, man.” I smile at him, losing interest in the broadcast now it’s not showing the cute Battan girl anymore “Politics gonna politic(!)”.

  “Yes, but imagine believing all that awful stuff she said about you guys! I’ve never served a Terran who wasn’t a delight!”

  “Thanks man!” I smile, not letting on that I was able to tell that that girl barely believed a word she said during that whole speech of hers.

  ---Walath’s perspective---

  I’m standing at the counter of a Terran inspired izakaya restaurant, wearing a hooded robe to disguise my identity.

  It’s been about [6 hours] since I gave the speech which will forever deny me the ability to make another friend (or anything… more…) among the Terrans and I’m feeling fairly sorry for myself!

  Definitely need a treat to feel better!

  I’ve not been here before but I’ve read good things about it on the galnet.

  When the barwoman gets back from the kitchen, I think I’ll order the yasai ramen… hope it tastes anything like as delicious as it always looks like it does in my anime!

  Without warning, there’s suddenly a deep, warm voice in my left ear, translated as muttering “I know who you are, I know what you did and I know why you did it!”

  I yip in surprise and wheel around, arms raised defensively as I find myself facing what, even through my alarm, I note as an extremely attractively sizeable belly!

  I look up into the face of a Terran man, smirking through a short, course, medium-dark brown [beard].

  His skin is pale, his head hair matches his [beard] in length, colour and texture and his eyes are a warm brown.

  His full face is broad and not of an [ethnicity] I can readily identify but maybe tracing to Europe or Central Asia? Maybe with some resurrectee ancestry of some kind?

  He’s wearing casual clothes that flatter his full bodied physique phenomenally!

  The Terran of my dreams is standing in front of me… and I’m about to be murdered by him!

  ---Harukor’s perspective---

  The cutie jumped out of her skin when I whispered (perhaps a little closer than I should have been) in her ear and whipped around, raising the blunt blue clawed hands that gave her away to me in defence.

  I can’t believe my luck in running into her in my new off the clock spot!

  She stands there a few moments, looking up at me from under her hood as if I’m about to eat her up… which I just might(!)

  After a few seconds of her anxiously staring up at me and me playfully smiling down at her, the little sweetie twitches her bunny snout and, in a timid but fully recognisable voice, mutters “I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else, Sir…” and pulls her hood down, turning away to hide her face.

  “Oh?” I grin “So, you’re not Princess Walath, Representative of the Battan Kingdom, then(?)”

  “No, I’m not…” she mutters.

  “Well, that’s good…” I smile, dropping into a squat and lowering my voice to make sure none of the other patrons can hear “…I mean… it’d probably be a bit of a scandal if people found out that Princess Walath’s account had been used to buy Terran food, mere hours after she gave a speech implying we’re uncivilised brutes who need the rest of the galaxy to keep us in check and then voted in favour of sanctions proceedings… wouldn’t it, whoever you are(?)”

  Her entire body stiffens as she realises the potentially reputation ending implications.

  “I… I have to go…” she says, making to leave.

  “Of course…” I say, mildly satisfied by the way my words stop the lovely little doll in her tracks “…if the princess were to tell me what she wanted… and she were to go and sit in booth 15 over on the left at the end… and agreed to grant me the pleasure of a meal in the company of a princess… Well… I might consider her meal well worth the cost to put on my holo… which has absolutely no connection to any Battan princesses(!)”

  I fully expect her to keep walking and to never see her again but, instead, she stands still, considering.

  Finally, to my amazement, she turns to me, her hunger and curiosity apparently having overpowered her reasoning as she looks at the ground to request “Yasai ramen… please, Sir…”

  “One yasai ramen added to the order for booth 15! Consider it done!” I grin, thrilled at my luck “Oh, and the name’s Harukor!… Lovely to meet you, Walath!”

  ---Walath’s perspective---

  I sit across the table from the handsome, cheerful Terran man.

  “Who do you work for? Are you with the UTCIS? The ODR? If so, why didn’t you correspond with me through Ambassadors Rain?!” I interrogate, angrily, while trying not to think too hard about how long I’ve spent searching for Terran porn featuring men with exactly his bodytype and how frustratingly difficult its been to find thanks to most Terrans’ apparent preference for visible muscles on their men!

  The broad faced man waves a large (even for a Terran his size) hand at me and says “Nope! I’m no spy! Though, apparently I would have a knack for it(!) I mean, I’ve already managed to get an ostensibly Terraphobic princess to confess to having secret backchannel dealings with the UTC’s Representative and his wife… and I’ve not even asked her anything yet(!)… Don’t work for the ODR either…”

  “Then what do you do?” I insist.

  “I’m a food critic.” states the gorgeous man with matter of fact charm.

  “A… food critic…?” I repeat, incredulous.

  “Yup! Moved to Citadel about six years ago now and been dining out for basically every meal since I got here! Best place in the galaxy for trynna find gardenworld flavours that’d appeal to Terrans… Pretty cushy gig!”

  “You expect me to believe that a food critic, with no connection to the Intelligence Service or Office of Deathworlder Relations to speak of, managed to just see through me? Just like that?”

  “Just like that!” he grins, clearly very pleased at his own cleverness.

  “*sigh*… So, what then? Are you going to blackmail me?”

  “I’ve already blackmailed you… if you want to call me buying you dinner in exchange for the pleasure of your company ‘blackmail’ that is(!)” he answers, flippantly.

  “Alright… and what else do you want for your silence?”

  He looks at me, bemused, for a moment and answers “My silence is free, Princess! Why would I want to expose a woman secretly working to my people’s advantage?… That wouldn’t be very sensible!”

  “Yes but…” I start but am interrupted by hearing a serving trolley droid approaching behind me on my right.

  I shut up and pull my hood down over my face in case there’s a server with it and in case they see through my disguise as easily as the man I’m sat with did.

  “Great! Thanks! Yeah, the yasai ramen’s for the babe across the table from me… Everything else is for me… Oh, shit! Forgot drinks! Could I get a Sapporo aaaaand… you want anything to drink there, cutie?” he asks, apparently oblivious to what he’s doing to my heart with his petnames and how much I don’t want to use my voice right now and how much more suspicious I’ll look if I don’t!

  “Same…” I hiss.

  “Two Sapporos, please; one big, one small.”

  I see a large, purple, four fingered organic hand as it pushes the delicious looking and smelling bowl of Terran noodle and vegetable soup in front of me before placing down a napkin with a set of [chopsticks] and a [fork] beside it.

  I hear a lot of clattering from across the table as numerous dishes are apparently placed down.

  Finally, he announces “OK, she’s gone… You can come out now(!)” sounding amused.

  I uncover my eyes and look up.

  Whatever I was holding onto to say the entire time the waitress was here is banished from my mind as I see the utter banquet laid out on his side of the table!

  No fewer than a dozen variously sized plates sit in front of him, each with a unique offering of meat, fish, vegetable, [tofu] and grain!

  “Gods of abundance!” I curse “Is this why most Terrans don’t bother trying to maintain a body like yours?! Is this what’s required to keep up such bulk!?”

  Little wonder I don’t see that many plump men in Terran porn!

  If this is what it takes for them to stay this attractive, most of them probably don’t have the hours in the day and those that do would be likely to consider sex work beneath them!

  “Yeah… I do have a bit of chub, don’t I!” he smiles, patting his belly “Most Sapiens who had my genetics would go to the doctor and get medicated to kill their appetite for a bit until they’d trimmed down but, obviously, in my line of work, losing my appetite’s kind of off the table… I don’t mind it though… I just like to think of myself as extra huggable and extra cold temperature resilient(!)”

  OK, no… it really is that Terran’s generally prefer themselves on the trimmer side, as I thought previously.

  Picking up his [chopsticks], he begins sampling the utter feast before him.

  “If you see something that catches your eye, just say!” he offers “I’ll let you know if it’s got meat or fish in it but, otherwise, I’ll happily share!”

  Narrowing my eyes, I pick up my [chopsticks] and tuck in to my ramen.

  He looks from his food to my right hand, curiously.

  ---Harukor’s perspective---

  Now… could a man ask for more than this?

  Surrounded by delicious food, across the table from an adorable cutie, beer on the way… This is the life!

  Interesting that she seems so competent with chopsticks though?

  The info blackout has made studying Battan cuisine slightly more challenging than most species but, from what I have seen, I wasn’t aware of them having any analogue to chopsticks?

  Further research required!

  Thoughts about the strangeness of her chopstick competence are driven from my mind by trying one of the pieces of tofu and finding a very unTerran flavour bursting from what I took to be bonito flakes.

  It’s good!

  Savoury and with a great mouthfeel!

  At this point, the waitress (a giant, purple skinned Nitne Kamuy looking woman with four arms) returns with our beers and glasses, placing the big one down in front of me and the little one in front of the woman who’s pulling her hood down over her face.

  “Excuse me?” I say, smiling up at her.

  The large Oni woman turns back around to look apprehensively down at me.

  “I was just wondering about the substitution you made on the agedashi? They taste amazing but they’re not bonito, are they?”

  A little startled and clearly nervous (despite me frontloading the fact that I’m not upset), the woman answers “Uhm… No… We… had a little trouble getting hold of bonito so my dad substituted in a Ledvargian ingredient instead?”

  “You’re a Ledvargian? What was the ingredient?” I ask, pulling out my extralarge holo.

  “I’m… I’m a Ledvargian, yes… It was… flaked chormelva?”

  “Thanks a tonne!” I say, scribbling down ‘Find and check out Ledvargian restaurant. Flaked chormelva has good flavour.’ as I do.

  “You’re welcome.” she answers before walking away.

  I crack open the tin with my home city’s name on the side and pour it out into the glass I’m tipping with my other hand.

  With that done, I bring it to my lips, enjoying the taste of home.

  Then, I notice the girl across the table frowning over at my holo in front of me.

  “Let me see that!” she demands, gesturing for it.

  Nonchalantly, I turn it sideways so it will fit through a gap between the dishes and slide it over to her.

  I’m not sure why she wants to see my notes (it’s not like she’ll be able to read them) but I have nothing to hide either.

  The adorable little Wombat girl picks up the pad and scrutinises it intently while I put down my beer and pick my chopsticks back up to resume my meal.

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  Eventually she lets it drop to the table beside her ramen and accuses “You lied to me!”

  “When was that?” I smile back.

  “You said you weren’t a spy! This is clearly code of some kind!”

  “Those are just my notes, Princess… What makes you think it’s code?”

  “There’s no kanji or hiragana! It’s all in katakana! And, what you’ve written… it’s nonsense!”

  She points to the last two words I wrote.

  “‘Pirika ramato’?… What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “‘Pirka ramat’.” I correct “You see how the ‘ri’ and the ‘to’ are both chīsai? Means they’re just consonants, you don’t pronounce the vowels. ‘Pirka’ means ‘good’ and is also my surname, in case you were interested. ‘Ramat’ means ‘flavour’.”

  “Japanese doesn’t have chīsai ‘ri’ or ‘to’!” she sneers.

  Electrified with curiosity and strongly suspecting what I’m about to try won’t work, even if I’m right, I surreptitiously turn my head, reach my left hand up to pretend to be scratching an itch and turn off my translator long enough to switch into my second language to ask “Oh, it doesn’t, does it?” before turning it back on.

  “-esn’t! And the fact that you don’t know that only confirms that you’re using this as some kind of secret code!” she says, triumphantly.

  Satisfied that my gambit succeeded, I switch my translator back off and, in flawless Japanese, point out “And the fact that you just answered a question I asked you in untranslated Japanese, Princess? What does that mean?” with a smirk.

  She freezes, realising she’s been made, not just as a Terraboo but a weeaboo also!

  Shakely, she manages to collect herself enough to point out “You… erm… you don’t… look Japanese?” in Japanese.

  “Oh, don’t I? What do I look like then?” I chuckle.

  “You… look European?”

  “Ah!… Do I look European? Or do Europeans look like Ainu?”

  She looks confused so I explain “You’re not alone!… After the end of sakoku, when Europeans were wandering around Japan for the first time in a quarter millennium (having invented racism in the meantime(!)) lots of them looked at my ancestors and thought ‘Oh! Look at these Caucasian looking people! They must have migrated here across Asia, thousands of years ago!’ but they were all of them deceived(!) For you SEE! We Ainu are, in fact, less genetically similar to those from Europe than the Yamato are! Any similarity in our appearances is just the result of Japan and Europe being similar environments and having similar selection pressures that led to similar adaptations being advantageous, nothing more!… You were right that what I’ve written, on that tablet there, is nonsense if you try and read it as Japanese, you were wrong however that it was nonsense full stop. If you know Ainu, those become obvious as mundane notes about places I’ve eaten, foods I’ve tasted, places I want to eat, foods I want to try!” with flamboyant showmanship.

  “…Ai…nu?” she asks, bewildered.

  “We Ainu are the only surviving natives of the Japanese archipelago. Our ancestors lived in Japan for tens of thousands of years before the Yamato existed. The Yamato are mostly a mixture of Jōmon, who were natives of the South, and Yayoi, who migrated in from the Korean peninsula a little less than 3,000 years ago. If you’ve ever watched Princess Mononoke, Ashitaka was an Ainu… Well, ‘Emishi’ but same difference…”

  “I… don’t think I’ve seen that one?” she answers.

  “Oh! That’s a shame….What about Asirpa from Golden Kamuy?… Well, anyway, not to go all nativist on you but there is a strong argument to make that the Ainu are more Japanese than the Japanese are(!)”

  “I… erm… I never realised…” she answers, bewildered.

  “I don’t know why you would have! Honestly, it’s impressive enough that you managed to learn a Terran language while living on a planet trying its best to hermetically seal itself off from the corrupting influence of us nasty deathworlders(!)”

  “Two…” she chuckles, ruefully “…English and Japanese.”

  “Oh, really?” I say, switching to English “Well, your Japanese is good! How’s your English?”

  Switching to match me, she answers “I definitely find English much easier, even with all of its shibboleths. At least it doesn’t have kanji!” while she tries and fails to pop the ring pull on her beer.

  I laugh, reaching across the table to crack it open for her “Yeah… kanji were definitely my least favourite part of learning it too!”

  ---Walath’s perspective---

  I’m really enjoying myself…

  The ramen was every bit as delicious as I’d hoped. So was the food the handsome man shared with me from his plates.

  The rice beer I’m drawing near the end of is wonderful, if a bit stronger than ideal.

  The conversation has been utterly engrossing!

  He’s so funny and charming and clever… in addition to the good looks he has and the… virility evident in his full figured body!

  It’s all almost enough to make me forget the horrid lies I needed to tell in front of Parliament and the sanctions proceedings I needed to vote for earlier… almost…

  “You really should watch it!” smiles Harukor through his [beard] “Princess Mononoke was a flagship Ghibli film, up there with My Neighbour Totoro in iconicness! I thoroughly recommend it!”

  Feeling brave from the alcohol, I decide to flirt “Well… if you’re free tonight, why don’t I come over to yours and we can watch it together, Harukor?”

  The sexy Terran sits up, surprised, before asking “Is… that a good idea, Princess? I mean… what if word got out that the Representative of the Battan had visited a Terran’s apartment?”

  “What if word got out that she’d shared a meal and drinks with a Terran, sitting and talking for [hours] and enjoyed herself doing it(?)” I persist “I’m [in for a penny] at this point(!)… Of course… if you don’t want the ‘pleasure of the company of a princess’ anymore, we can-”

  “No! I definitely do!” he interrupts excitedly, tipping back the last of his rice lager to say “I’m ready to go when you are?”

  Finishing the last of mine, I get out from the booth and answer “Let’s go then!”

  Grinning, he stands up and throws on his hoodie.

  ---Harukor’s perspective---

  We cross the threshold of my (if I do say so myself) nice and well kept apartment on the 93rd floor of the skypiercer I live in.

  I kick off my shoes and leave them in the footwell before turning around to ask her to do the same… then realising she isn’t wearing any.

  “Could I take your robe?” I offer, holding a hand out to her and gesturing the coatrack that’s out of reach for anyone her height.

  She hesitates a moment, then pulls down her hood, allowing me to get a proper look at the adorably old fashioned (by Terran standards at least) hairstyle she has her long, grey head hair in.

  The little princess pulls her arms into the sleeves and her head disappears as she lifts her disguise robe off herself.

  Kamuy!

  Fucking hell that outfit!

  She’s wearing clothes that wouldn’t look out of place in a slave harem hentai(!)

  Her furry belly is exposed, her nice tits only enclosed in a skimpy dancing girl top with a jewelled clasp between them holding it together and her wide hips flattered by a nice pair of shiny pink, silken trousers that match her top.

  I realise it’s a bit absurd both to judge her by my own species’ modesty standards and for what she was wearing under her robe but, regardless, a judgement is forming… That judgement is ‘hot as fuck’!

  I realise I’ve been staring at her so long that I’ve not taken the robe she’s now handing up to me.

  I hurriedly take it and hang it up.

  Turning back to her, she seems pleased.

  OK, Haru… she is hot… this we have established… She also seems interested… but she’s here to watch a movie… It’s a selfish lover who insists on all chill and no Netflix(!)

  Handing her my holo and turning around, I gesture left and invite “Sofa’s over there if you wanna put that down on the end table and have a seat? I’ll just get us some popcorn and coke from the stasisfridge and be right with you… I’ve got more beer if you want it but, don’t know about you, drinking alcohol directly on top of sweet things makes me a bit queasy!”

  “I’m happy to have whatever you’re having.” she says, sweetly, moving that fine arse of hers away to my left in a way I have to force myself not to stare at.

  “Cool.” I answer, heading straight on to the kitchen.

  I go to my stasisfridge and open it, pulling out a bucket of caramel popcorn, still as warm as it was when it was fresh cooked (because, from its perspective, I’ve just cooked it, put it in the fridge, opened and closed the door ten times and then taken it out again(!)), and a pair of diet coke bottles.

  The absurdity of drinking diet coke with the amount I eat has been pointed out to me. No one wants to listen to me when I tell them it’s honestly just because I prefer the taste and the way it doesn’t make my teeth feel tacky! I don’t have any delusion that it’s healthier or might make me slim!

  I set the movie snacks on the counter and close the door before sticking one of the cokes into the slot in the front.

  *Fwit* is the sound of it being reduced from room temp to 1.5°C inside of half a second.

  Another *fwit* chills the other before I pop off their caps, pick them both up with my left hand and pick the popcorn up in my right.

  Returning to the lounge, I find the little princess sitting all the way on the right (my left) of the sofa.

  “’Fraid I’m gonna need you to skooch yourself up by at least one Harukor arsewidth, Princess(!)” I smile “That side’s got the end table and I need a place to put the popcorn down.”

  She bares a set of purple teeth (not a bad match for the colour of the sofa itself) at me and skooches by about 90% of the width I requested.

  OK, I’m getting a signal that closeness is desired(!)

  Pleased, I set down the popcorn bucket and turn to face the bare wall.

  ---Walath’s perspective---

  Harukor’s side rubs against mine as he folds his mouthwateringly bulky body into the slightly too small space I left him.

  He smells amazing!

  His legs are long enough that his knees are able to bend over the side of the sofa where my feet are dangling over the edge.

  He hands me a glass bottle of sweetened liquid and reaches over the arm.

  There’s a metallic *clunk* as the sofa’s front skirt swings up beneath us, lifting his legs with it.

  I yelp in surprise.

  “There now!” he smiles down from my right, extending his left arm over my head to rest it on the back of the sofa behind me “This way we’ve both got somewhere to rest our feet… You ready to start?”

  “Let’s start.” I smile back in answer.

  “Holo: Play Princess Mononoke, put it on the wall and dim the lights.” he instructs.

  The room’s lighting fades to almost nothing as the wall in front of us is illuminated with stylised, rainbow Latin letters, spelling ‘wildbunch INTERNATIONAL’ in English.

  A bright blue panel with a line drawing of Totoro and the studio’s name in white letters follows, along with the low, ominous *boom*ing of a drum.

  After one more screen of Japanese text on a plain blue background, mournful strings begin to play as gorgeously drawn mountains covered in mist and with patches of snow dotting them are revealed in a fade from black.

  A text blurb informs me that ‘Long ago, the land lay covered in forest. Here dwelt the Spirits of nature from time immemorial.’ before the perspective dives beneath the clouds and the forest canopy, into the twisted, gnarled depths of a deathworld wilderness.

  ---Harukor’s perspective---

  The little Kodama wanders his way through the forest of new shoots sprouting from the unsubmerged portion of an ancient trunk in clear water, turns to camera and bobbles their head once before the picture fades to black.

  The credits roll accompanied by a woman’s voice singing a mournful lullaby.

  “Holo: Lights up.” I instruct before turning to the girl clinging to my side (which she has been for most of the movie) who I’ve got my arm around and asking “What did you think?”

  “I… think…” she hesitates, resting her head against my chest “…that Eboshi and the people of Irontown… are sort of like the GU… and Ashitaka and San… they represent different aspects of Terranness to me… She represents the wildness and the refusal to be tamed or controlled, he represents the nobility and the drive for justice… I know none of that’s intentional… I know no one involved knew they were a deathworlder but… that’s my reading…”

  “Interesting…” I frown, thoughtfully, giving her the lightest of squeezes with my left arm as I do “…you know, it’d never occurred to me to view it through that lens before but it works surprisingly well!… And would the Daidarabocchi represent the War in that reading?”

  “Yes, actually!… That works!” she agrees.

  “Cool!” I smile “Did you enjoy it?”

  Answering with a fervent nod against the side of my chest, she answers “I did! It was fantastic!”

  “Great!… Any idea what you’d like to do now?”

  “Well, I was hoping we could have sex?” she suggests with straightforward neutral curiosity.

  My heart skips a beat and my breath hitches but I manage to stay outwardly composed as I answer the very unTerran proposition in kind “I’d be delighted to oblige you, Princess… if you’re sure?”

  She raises a hand from my tummy to ask “One question… you’re not a sadist, are you? I’m… intrigued by sadomasochism but I’m definitely not ready to try it!”

  I shake my head “Not a sadist… causing my lovers pain does nothing for me in itself… I’d selfclassify as a ‘soft Dom’, though I am also partial to the ‘Daddy Dom’ role.”

  “So you wouldn’t need to tie me up or spank me or anything then?”

  “Not if you don’t want to be tied up or spanked, no.” I chuckle.

  “Good. I think, for the first time, let’s just do it normally…” she says, relieved.

  “I can do that for you, sweetie… You want to do it here or shall we move proceedings to the bedroom?”

  She thinks for a moment before answering “I think it would be very attractive if you carried me to your bedroom?”

  I smile.

  ---Walath’s perspective---

  A large hand curls under my bottom as I’m lifted from the sofa and clutched against Harukor’s chest.

  His intoxicating sent fills my nostrils as he holds me to the soft bulk of his chest and belly.

  With one hand at my arse and another held to my lower back, he turns and walks from the lounge.

  He brings me between the entrance to his kitchen and the door to the apartment.

  I hear the door open to what must be his bedroom.

  His smell is stronger in here than it’s yet been.

  I feel myself being lowered through the air and placed down on a soft surface.

  He lets go of me and stands back up.

  I look briefly behind myself to find I’m sat on a large bed with pale green sheets.

  His bedroom has two windowed walls with curtains drawn across them.

  I look back to the incomparably sexy Terran, just in time to see him unbelting his trousers.

  Taking the cue, I start to pull off mine as well.

  His drop to the floor revealing a thick pair of legs that ripple with his sexy abundance of fat!

  Gods of lust I can’t wait for what’s coming!

  I’ve just managed to get my bottoms off, leaving me clad only in panties and my small top, when his hands reach under the hem of his top and pull it upwards.

  Without being aware of having made the decision to do so, I find myself dismounting the bed and approaching that hypnotically fulsome belly of his.

  ---Harukor’s perspective---

  I’ve managed to pull my t-shirt over my head when I see the little babe walking towards me, eyes on my stomach and looking transfixed.

  I smirk down at her as she extends her hand to press it into my gut.

  I feel the way the pressure deforms the subcutaneous fat and laugh at how clearly turned on by that she is.

  Then, without warning, her blunt claws curl into the top of my pants and pull them all the way down my legs.

  The precedent now set that we’re allowed to take eachother’s clothes off, I answer by reaching between her tits and unclasping the jewelled brooch holding the cups of her top together.

  Her boobs are large, furry and each sporting a single blue nipple.

  “Oh!” she yips at suddenly finding her chest exposed, apparently remembering now that I’m more than just a fat belly for her to play with(!)

  She looks up at me and smiles as she allows her arms to fall to her sides, her frictionless top sliding down them and the clasp making a *clunk* as it hits the floor.

  I squat down and pull her close to me, kissing her as my hands slide beneath her panties and extricate her short tail from the hole in the back before pushing them off her wide hips to fall down her legs.

  Taking a furry arsecheek in each hand and massaging them, I stand back up, holding her to my front as I climb onto my bed with her.

  My cock gets harder as I kiss her and feel her lovely little body in my arms.

  If you’d told me this morning that there was any path I could have taken through the day that would have ended with me making out with a nude, furry, gardenworld princess before it was over, I don’t think I would ever have believed you!

  Yet, here I am… having a secret tryst with a woman who needs to pretend to hate my entire species for reasons of political stability!

  I feel like I’ve got to be the luckiest Terran alive right now(!)

  Her arms come behind me under mine and her blunt claws pleasantly rake across the skin of my back while she greedily kisses me.

  Kamuy she’s cute!

  I’m about to make love to a 13kg girl with all of the density and all of the fluffiness of a plushie and I could not be happier about that fact!

  “Wait… hang on…” she says, pulling away from me, breathlessly.

  I instantly release her and look at her curiously for what the objection is.

  She turns around, bends over, presenting her furry arse to me, her cute little pussy framed by two, thicc, grey furred thighs.

  “Give it to me from behind… I want it from behind…” she instructs.

  I move forward across the duvet to approach the inviting rear, chuckling “Well… the princess gets what the princess wants, doesn’t she…(!)”

  Keeping my right knee on the mattress, I raise my left leg to her left side.

  I curl my right arm around her torso, applying enough pressure through the tips of my fingers to realise she has a ribcuirass rather than a ribcage.

  I reach over my left thigh to align my cock with the adorable little pussy that’s about to take it and ask “Ready, Princess?”

  “I’m ready.” she answers.

  “Good.” I smile as I push forward.

  ---Walath’s perspective---

  “Hhhhhrm!” I moan as the first Terran dick I’ve ever had enters me!

  He feels even larger than he looks!

  My back contacts his soft front as he presses me into himself and lifts my feet from his bed.

  Grinding his hips in just the right way to be gently pulling himself out and pushing himself into me, he brings his left hand up to playfully tease my left nipple, brings his lips to the side of my head, narrows his eyes seductively and mutters “I’ll do my best to give you the fuck of your life, Princess…”

  With that, he squeezes my left breast and, using both arms, lifts me up his length before pushing me back down.

  I pant and gasp from the sensation of having him inside me, having his arms around me, holding me up and manipulating me.

  Visible muscles or not, it can’t be denied that this man is a Terran and has all the deathworld strength that entails!

  I’m but a plaything in his strong arms… and I don’t think there’s anything I’ve ever enjoyed being as much as Harukor’s plaything!

  Despite his obvious strength, this Terran prince makes love to me with all the sweetness and kindness I always imagined… and more!

  The tingling I feel in my pussy as he fucks me makes me wonder if Terran men perhaps release an aphrodisiac during the act? It wouldn’t surprise me!

  I shriek and cry out as my first orgasm crashes into me and causes my body to seize with pleasure!

  He keeps going.

  ---Harukor’s perspective---

  I can feel myself getting close.

  “Is it… alright if… I turn you… ’round… Princess?” I ask as I fuck her “I want… to see… your face!”

  “…Do it…” she pants.

  With every expediency, I pull myself out of her, twist her body and let go so that she lands on her back on my bed.

  Hungrily, I push her legs apart and push myself between them to get back inside her.

  I resume fucking her like there wasn’t an interruption just now.

  Planting my hands into the bed, either side of her head, I enjoy watching the cute little Battan girl’s cute little face twist in pleasure while I’m rearranging her guts.

  Finally, the dam cracks.

  Pleasure rushes through my body like a flash flood!

  I want to collapse on top of her but, knowing that I’d likely injure her or worse with my deathworld density, I slide my left hand downward to clear that side by pushing her right arm to her side, then fall left, throwing her entire body into the air a little with the rebound energy and causing a shriek followed by a delighted giggle.

  ---Walath’s perspective---

  I lie on top of Harukor, my head resting on his chest and my legs and arms straddling his sides as I listen to the calming sound of his breaths and the beating of his heart.

  A large hand tenderly plays with the hair at the back of my head with soft kindness.

  His smell is now joined in this room by that of both of our sexes.

  “What now?” rumbles the deep, warm voice from the chest beneath me.

  “Well, now you’ve deflowered a princess of Batta of course, I don’t see that you have any choice but to marry her and become her prince consort.” I deadpan, turning my head to look up into his handsome [beard]ed face.

  Alarm twists his features in exactly the way I was hoping when I said that as he answers “Errrrr… that wasn’t… I didn’t… Did I really…?”

  Unable to keep a straight face, I allow a smile to crease my mouth as I reassure him “I’m joking, Harukor. You didn’t ‘deflower’ me in any sense except being my first Terran, Battan princesses haven’t been expected to be virgins at marriage or marry the men they lose their virginity to in [hundreds of thousands of years] and, with the political situation as it is, I can’t marry you… I just wanted to get you back for earlier, when you made me think you were a blackmailer(!)”

  He smiles and bounces me with his chuckles as his face twists up in mirth at being got like he just was.

  After his laughter subsides, he asks “Seriously though, Princess… What now?… If you say it’s too dangerous to see me again, I won’t exactly be happy about it but I’ll understand…”

  “It will be dangerous… every time I see you will be another opportunity for my love of your people to become public knowledge, losing me my reputation, my position as Representative and likely meaning whoever my father replaces me with will be a genuine Terraphobe who will go back to doing as my aunt did and opposing your people’s interests for no other reason than that they are your people’s interests…” I answer sombrely.

  “*sigh*…I thought so… It’s OK, I-”

  “But!” I interrupt him “I want to keep seeing you anyway… if you think you can stand becoming the secret Terran lover of an antideathworld Representative, that is?”

  His mouth twists into a grin as he responds “I think I can find a way to endure such a tragedy(!)”

  “Good… you and I have an accord then, fine Sir(!)” I answer “Now, let me sleep… I have a long day of trying to craft policies that look antiTerran without being antiTerran tomorrow and I need to be well rested for it.” closing my eyes and nestling my head into his soft chest.

  “OK, cool… I can make you breakfast if you’d like?”

  Curious and remembering the deliciously sweet [popcorn] he made for the film, I ask “What would you make?”

  He spends a moment thinking before asking “You ever had pancakes, Princess?”

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