Thread: Station-X (QC & Sanoci)

Vice governed the volition of sentients throughout all forms, discriminating against no species. Civilization's oldest profession reigned supreme, skipping past the scientific and historical relevance in discovering the vast worlds beyond the scope of all but the most creative minds which envisioned otherworldly creatures mirroring the lonely homo sapiens in sentience. Statistically, human trafficking in its barbarous practice for slavery produced approximately within the hundred billion range within the twenty-first century alone with a few billions contributed to legal pornography. Passed the technological advances shared that accelerated the longevity of humans, perversion into foreign drugs and sex were riveting markets if one ignored the lust for warfare. Recognizing the affronts towards peace, Station X became a sanctuary amongst all, regulated, safeguarded, even manufacturing it akin to Earth's Switzerland as the only place of neutrality. Having one momentous pervert and genius with insufferable amounts of resources kept all these factions whether governmental, underworld or in-between appeased to achieve such dreams that plenty would formerly say wasn't plausible. New markets were booming, nourishing funds into companies so interspecies pornography despite how outlandish became one of the greatest revenue streams with endless kinks and possibilities. Another sexually filled adventure habitually an inaugural event became the norm for the musing being of darkness. The receptionist... Tasha this Earthling declared herself as tended to sample the exotic services occasionally. Needless to say it left enough of an impression, and a cautionary tale for only the lewdest beings male or female...mattered little though the women often suppressed lust internally until reaching Station X. A bleak atmosphere, everything more or less submerged in a black biomass protruding a moist environment as his race enjoyed it most. Vyy'mow'tth were apex predators and an abomination of hundreds of tentacles the width of fatty vines by default. Composed of a black slimy ductile material, Vyy'mow'tth can rapidly shift and contort into different shapes and forms at incredible speeds primarily a monolithic orb of writhing tentacles guarding its luminous violet core measured to over 300 centimeters. Psionically gifted they utilize this for communication and senses as traditionally known senses were foreign to their species. Black ichor enveloping the room kept it comfortable, dampen and mostly dark with exception of dimming lights for the sake of the customers. Zzz'luth'kin bore peculiar behaviors not anticipated in what the earthlings have detailed as a walking hentai monster. Vyy'mow'tth procreated exclusively in isolation from most groups by the borders of their world, extremely carnivorous seeing the single-minded beings unlike its hive-like mind of unity as inferior...sought out to manipulate or as a source of food. No one knew how they bred...but it was horrific to anyone who studied them extensively. Needless to say, no one was foolish enough to test them, territorial and ravenous to a fault. Mellow with it hyperaggressive diet extended towards interspecies sexuality, Zzz'luth'kin was one of a kind proven thus far with the Cephalopods centric species even wary of their presence. Not even a decade has struck yet for Station X or this council with Earthlingkind. These squishy single-minded ones helped strengthen some relations, brought more warfare in others but mostly streamlined the internet......receiving a copious amount of free time to study the anatomy of his customers excruciating some might notion. Hello Musing no longer he purposely merged with the black biomass accumulation the surfaces of the moist floors, walls, and ceiling leaving one feel entrapped. Attraction barely registered on the person, basking in the experienced which was rather appropriate for an intergalactic sex worker. Most did for numerous reasons with preferences lingering. Zzz'luth'kin however, basked in molesting and pleasing his customers wholeheartedly unless they lack the orifices...those select few were dull yet were never a threat to be eaten like the rest. At the epicenter of this foreign darken room were the lights to an expanding bed seemingly meant for a giant. A comfort to them more than it. Whenever she reached closer to the bed itself, the psionic mass of tentacles sprung from the walls, grasping her limbs in a powerful hold. Appraising the customer tentacles perfectly shifted like a sticky measuring tape, assessing her breasts, mouth, ass, and other significant parts as some kinky bondage was bestowed. Earthling..this Vyy'mow'tth is not here to feast..its to study, study all of you before I ravage you as I expect you want. Might lack talking momentarily..but we are linked for now. I can hear you..the inner you , slithering those appendages in her mouth, some slipping past the barrier of her clothes to grasp her breast and ass, others gently to the puckering hole and lower lips without penetration to gauge. Much was awaiting this one who entered its domain, obviously wanting by proxy or else the earthling made a grave mistake. The hyper-carnivore of a species traded its eating habits for sex.