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After Hours (GoodManners & Astroknot)

GoodManners

Planetoid
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Apr 26, 2019
There is a shitty old derelict station just along the eastern fringes of the Sailin nebula. It floats through the void along an old and disused shunt-space trading route, a reminder of the days before the mainstay galaxy-drives that are now prevalent throughout the major hubs. The station is called Arathby's, and not a day goes by where something doesn't go wrong- coolant leaks, generator fluctuations, even the odd pirate raid.

The only reason that it is still operational is the small trickle of scum and villainy that dock at its ports- old cruiser ships still using the outdated and archaic shut-drives that have need of the stations coolant reservoirs. It's these beaten and weary travelers, traders, mercs, and raiders that keep Arathby afloat. They make use of the stations shitty old markets and hotels, passing along chits at narco-dens and black market salver rings. There are lighter, more altogether reputable installations on Arathby, one of these corners of sanity is a simple Bar, named Novocain, after an old Human medicinal of an age long past.

It's not far from the docks, hemmed in on either side by several storefronts selling old ship parts and barley above grade reactor parts, the kind of stuff that not even the shadiest of black market pushers would think about carrying. The front of Novocain is a dull grey bulkhead with a sign hanging over the double-door automatic entrance. The sign is neon lettering, but the 'N' flickers intermittently, and the door is half open on a shitty sliding track. Dull rustic light filters out through the part in the door.

Inside the bar there is only a few select customers, some regulars, the rest, just drifters and nomads that are down on their luck, trying to strike it rich and failing. The galaxy is indeed vast and still unexplored, but treasure and adventure is surprisingly sparse and fought with danger. Everyone has a tale of near death encounters, and at a bar, is where they are to be told. The mistress of the bar, is more than willing to listen. Her name is Cetrine, and she's a Valku, a native of that distant ice-world of Inot. Like all of her kind, she is a white furred alien, with big ears and long tail with the snowy white hair and pretty blue eyes, constantly half lidded in a patient expression.

Her bar; Novocain, is her life's work, and she's always there: standing behind a shitty false-wood counter, running her fingers along the glasses, checking for the ever-present threat of dust or grime. Her ears perk up upon any new customers arrival, the sliding door squealing on its automated tracks that she has never gotten around to repairing, no matter how much her clientele bitch and whine about it.
Certine is a collector, importing and buying up all manner of exotic drinks and busting her fluffy little white ass off to learn the new tricks and mixing techniques that always seem to be cropping up from every corner of the galaxy. Sometimes she nails them, other times, not so much. She's sworn off on trying to make those weird flaming drinks that are on fire- complains about some of her hair not growing back because of her last attempt.

That doesn't matter right now. Closing time is approaching, the last few customers paying off their tabs for the night and making ready to leave.
 
Zeke was a human male, he was a soldier until he decided all the fighting wasn’t worth it. He became detached from his life and decided to leave his entire life behind and explore the final frontier. His journeys took him from port to port, bar to bar and eventually back into his ship alone. He climbed out of his bed one morning, only an hour out from the next stop. In the mirror he looked at his reflection. He was young, curly brown hair and sharp gray eyes stared back at him. He dressed in his common garb and made his way to the flight deck.

Once he was docked he made his way into the crowd of people, he was the only human though. He found his way to a quiet and tucked away bar and sat down in the corner, he was also the only human in the bar.

His eyes were drawn right to the bartender, she was insanely attractive. Through the night his eyes were almost always on her. He also ordered a few drinks trough the night but nothing too crazy.

He noticed everyone leavening but he stayed.
 
The white furred Valku barkeep checks the time, the hololith popping up before her eyes and then flickering away as the time counts down into the stations automated dark-time. She glances across her counter- rife with spills, stains and crumbs. She sighs to herself, smiling slightly, it had been a busier than usual day, but that wasn't at all that bad. she'd made a nice amount but it still wouldn't be enough, she was afraid. She'd have to get creative soon, maybe fall back on some old talents.
She set down the glass she'd been ragging, and made her way to the entrance. She toggled the panel and the outside sign flickered off, neon lights- old pieces of shit- dimming down with residual glow.
Walking back to the bar, her ears perked and she stops, cocking her head she looks back across the bar. "Oh," She starts, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, didn't see you there." There was one last patron, apparently, a human man by the looks of it, back in the corner, alone, by himself. She walks over, "Gotta close up now, hun." She says. "Gonna have to see you out."
 
Zeke noticed that she locked the doors, she must not have seen him then. He was used to this of course, no one ever truly paid him any attention. Zeke just nodded and got up when he was addressed.

“It’s alright, not much of a loud one anyway, can’t blame you for missing me.” He said offering the attractive girl a smile.

“How much do I owe you for the drinks?” He said nodding to his table, his wallet was thick with cash, she would most likely notice.
 
Certine managed a wry grin, and took a moment to apreciate the human male. He was taller than her, that was for sure, but, then again, as a Valku, most things were taller than her. She only came up to his chest. She noticed his wallet, she raised a brow slightly, clicking softly to herself. "Lets check your tab." She said, bringing out her Hololith again and bringing his tab up. It wasn't much, just a few shots and a decent tip- more than what her regulars gave her. She couldn't ignore how his eyes ran up and down her body, pausing on her hips, her chest. Her tail flicked behind her, a thought began to form. "Say, anything else I can get you before I close all the way up? The bar's still not locked down."
 
Zeke was eying the girl in front of him now, she was attractive for sure. Her chest was set perfectly, and her hips were what human women would kill for. She was insanely attractive.

“Well why don’t you show me what is under there.” His voice was calm and even. He could have been talking about what else she had under the counter of the bar, or he could have been talking about what was underneath her clothes. He left it up to her to decide.
 
Certine new her fare share of languages, and a micro-implant specced out with some translator software also helped- but it wasn't that accurate at times, and it had trouble with interpreting 'double-speak' as she was told it was called. She cocked her head to the side and grinned unsure, keeping her composure. She nodded and went behind the bar, her long tail coiling over the dusty metal floor. "Well, since it's just you and me here..."
She began, bringing out several bottles. "I've got something I've been meaning to try. I managed to get a shipment in of some exotic stuff from the Trinomere core worlds." She poured out a shot glass of an ocher brown substance. "It's not at all alcoholic, at least not for a Valku or Human, but it'll waste a Trino' easy." She said. She leaned over the counter, trying to emphasize her breasts, playing herself up. She'd been told that humans found the excess tissue around her chest to be attractive. She folded her arms under her chest as she leaned, maybe that female human was right, who knows?
 
Zeke had never really heard of the drink she was offering but a free drink was a free drink, even if it wasn’t completely alcoholic. He followed her to the bar and took a drink before he realized what she was trying to do. Her boobs were all but hanging out of her shirt, and her arms were pressing them up and together. It was hard for him not to stare but he was a guy after all.

Zeke silently cursed himself in his head, he was starting to get hard, and it was showing. The last thing he wanted was to offend this nice girl but his biological instincts were kicking in and he was very aroused at the sight of the beautiful alien in front of him.
 
Certine didn't see what effect she was having on the human male on the other side of the bar, his lower half obscured. If she noticed the increase of his ogling as was her intended objective, she didn't show it. Certine was in her element now, her eccentricities concerning the culinary world of galactic drinks coming to the fore of her mind as she began listing off various different beverages and pouring out several shots, handing out neat little snippets of information while asking a few questions of her own on the matters of Human beverages.
"So, Whis-key, as you call it," She said, she had a bottle of the amber brown liquid laying around somewhere, she went under the bar and fished through a few cabinets. "Ah-hah!" She exclaimed, popping back up and with a grin she cracked the seal on a truly ancient bottle- so old that its cover had faded off of its front. Her nose, far more sensitive than most species in the known galaxy, wasn't prepared for what came out.
"Oh~" She swore in her own dialect, coughing violently, the cap came off as the bottle slipped from her hand.
 
Zeke smiled and looked st the girl with new found respect. She did know a lot about alcohol, she took her job seriously and he admired that.

Instinctively he tried to catch the bottle but the counter was in the way. He was practically on the other side of the counter when he caught the bottle, but his face was in her cleavage. He quickly recovered though and set the bottle on the counter, his face completely red and his dick hard.
 
Certine breathed a sigh of relief her chest shuddering in a pleasing manner as she did so. "S-Sorry about that," she stammered, looking around, "Ah," She sniffed, the pungent odor of the whisky still straining her sense of smell, she glanced down. Apparently, she hadn't gotten away unscathed. A deep amber stain ran down the front of her shirt, smelling of the potent alcohol, it completely stained all the way through, outlining the curvature of her breasts and dripping wet. She puffed out her cheeks in contempt, "Hmph," She huffed. "Well, that's just great..." She blew it off, the incident with the bottle had also reminded her of what she was trying to do in the first place. She took a glance back at the human, trying to judge him one last time.
 
“No I’m sorry.” Zeke said but deep down he know he enjoyed it. Her boobs felt so soft on his face, he really wished that he could put them back there. As she noticed her shirt was stained he took the time to look at her boobs, now soaked with the whiskey. The liquid basically turning her shirt transparent, this of course only got his erection to grow more. He pulled his eyes from her perfect form to check his own clothes for any stains and sighed as he realized there was a lot on his shirt, and even a patch on his pants.

“You’re telling me.” He muttered back to her as he realized he too was wet.
 
Certine shifted, an arm propping up her breasts, like she now remembered to do. "Hey," She began, clearing her throat- now or never. "Y'know, now that I think of it, I do offer a special... After Hours, menu..." She began, twisting around, letting her chest shake and butt jiggle. her free hand drummed on the counter, she then poured what remained of the 'Whis-key' into a shot glass for herself. She crinkled her black button nose at the smell of it, but closed her eyes and downed the glass- it felt like her throat was burning and scowled.
 
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Zeke’s eyes instantly went down to her chest which was jiggling now from how she was shaking it. From the other side of the counter he could also see her shaking her ass. His mind instantly started raving, there was no way she was meaning what he thought she was.

“Oh I’d love to see this menu, I think I’d be really interested in it.” Zeke said trying to keep the beef out of his voice.
 
"Hmm~" She hummed, nibbling on the hooked tip of a fingernail. "Well, for just a bit extra..." She glanced around the empty bar, the windows dimmed and shuttered, the door closed and locked. Taking a breath, and forcing herself back into that old mindset when her bar, Novocain, was still just a distant dream, she crawled up onto the bar. Humming again to herself, she pulled the tie out of her hair, her silvery white locks fell down over her shoulders and she grabbed the hem of her shirt, with a tug, she pulled it upwards and over her breasts, her palmable chest-pillows bounced free, completely bra-less. She cocked her head, her eyes half lidded a coy smile coming over her face, her pale blue tongue runs over her nubby little fangs. "I, can be all~ yours~ for the night..."
 
Once zeke saw her boobs bounce free he knew that he was going to spend any anoint of money just to have her for the night. All reason flew out the window and of course he agreed. “I-I’ll lay anything.” He told the girl who now had him completely under her spell. His eyes never left her perfect boobs as they swung and bounce as she moved on top of the counter.
 
"Here's hoping you can keep up~" Certine said, swinging her legs over the side of the bar and prodding Zeke to her front. Her eyes widened a slight bit at the obvious bulge he was sporting in his pants but she said nothing just yet despite her desire for some lighthearted teasing. "Well then," She smiled. "C'mon, let's see what you're packing." She pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it back over the bar. Her breasts were D-cups by human measurements, the thick tufts of fur made them appear bigger. Her nipples were inverted, the area surrounding them a darker bluish shade, almost entierly covered by her thick swafts of fur that looked so sinfully soft.
 
When she asked to see what he had, Zeke was flustered but he followed her instructions. In seconds his hard cock sprang free of his pants and was pointed toward her. It was a huge cock, bigger than most humans. When he looked back up his eyes were drawn back to her boobs. They were very different from a human females, he wondered how they worked exactly with the nipped bring inverted. He hoped she’d explain her anatomy to him, she was very interesting.
 
Certine let her hands run up and over her breasts, they bounced back down and jiggled pleasingly. Though it was hidden by her fur she was blushing all the same. When his cock was presented before her, she hesitated but did well to not let it show. It was... Big. Very Big. A lot bigger than any she had really seen before, except for in the occasional porno. Her clients of her more dubious years had been Fyrainian and Telemere with a few Nuvians in the mix and one or two humans. Fyranian's were said to be similar in humans when it came to genitalia, for the males of each species at the least, but never had she seen something so... Girthy.
She closed her sapphire blue eyes and took a breath, it would be okay, she could handle this. She forced a grin and slid off the counter, sashaying over to a nearby table she motioned for Zeke to follow over with a flick of her tail. "Have a seat, Human." She crooned. "Let me work my magic~" She licked her lips, but swallowed inwardly, this was going to be a rough one, she could tell.
 
Zeke felt his cock twitch as he watched her play with her tits, he was obviously ready for anything with her. His military training made him pick out the smallest detail, so when he hesitated for half a second, he picked it up. At first he was worried she didn’t like what he had, but then the smile returned and he let out a sigh of relief.

He watched her ass as she made her way to a nearby table. At her command he got up and took a seat in front of her at the table.
 
Certine wiggled her hips, swaying side to side. She reached up and felt her breasts, running her fingers through her silky smooth fur, still damp and odorous from the whis-key that shimmers on the silken threads of her fur. She spins around, her tail coiling around her, she bends over slightly letting the man get a clear view of her ass still in her pants, but deliciously curvy. She bends forwards towards Zeke, letting her breasts slide against his chest and then down, passing over his cock with heavenly fluffy softness. She lets his member linger there between her tits, She smiles again and holds them together squeezing them around his shaft before sinfully letting it out from her embrace. She takes a breath, swallows and goes down on her knees before the human male. She wraps her hands around his girth, barely able to fit it in her grip. "Here we go, big boy." She quips and lightly she begins to run her hands up and down his length.
 
Zeke’s eyes move with her amazing body, from her hips swaying side to side, to her haves running through her huge boobs. How badly he wanted her to press them into his face. The view she gave him when she turned around was heavenly, nothing like he had ever seen on earth. No earth girl had a body this perfect, not even close. Her boobs were soft, very soft, and it came as a shock when they touched his chest. When she wrapped them around his dick though, Zeke let out a soft moan. Her soft boobs surrounding his dick was the best feeling he had ever experienced. He was sad when she did pull away though. The sight of her on her knees made his cock start to twitch in her hand.
 
The Valku female took a moment more to appreciate the turgid length of hard, thick, meat in her hands, carefully running her fingers up and down its length and over the two sacks of wrinkled skin at the base. She let her soft fingers stroke and prod at these for a bit, watching his reactions carefully, easing off or intensifying if needs be. There was a heavy, powerful scent radiating off of the humans member, one that sent her head into a tizzy. She couldn't help but breathe it in, it was right in front of her, directly staring her in the face, bobbing with the pulsations of his heart. She swallowed, and leaning forward, she placed a tentative lick just under the head of his cock.
 
The beautiful creatures soft fingers sent heavenly sensation where they touched, her hands were much softer than a humans ever were. The teasing was driving him crazy, her small and nimble fibers gently gliding over his dick and his balls made small moans come out. A louder one sounded off when her warm and wet tongue came from just below the head of his dick.
 
She let her tongue linger, licking and lapping at the head of his dick, the sensitive glans suffered her ministrations the most as she stroked his shaft with both hands. Certine took confidence at the sound the human was making. Taking this as a cue to proceed, she took his length into her mouth. The taste of him was peculiar, sour but also savory, the scent of his loins filled her nose with every breath she drew. Inch by inch she swallowed down his length until she couldn't go any further, she had only managed to get halfway. This wouldn't do, Shutting her eyes she reached up and grabbed him by his waist, and pulled herself forward, the head of his cock spearing down into her throat until she reached the base of his member, her throat bulging with the intruding girth of his cock.
 
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