[magicmerlon]

“Enjoy your stay on Aurovo!” The Conicoid passport attendant gave a tiny salute with a big, eyes-closed grin. Even though it was a real government uniform, Tarsha found it hard to take the sailor suit seriously, and held back a giggle as she smiled back and retrieved her freshly stamped merchant’s passport.

The Northern Welcome station was a rare planetside style stardock, accommodating any ship able to enter atmosphere. Tarsha’s oddball passenger, Doctor Paz Platelet, had insisted on being brought here. The space pilot sighed and started calculating in her head the extra fuel cost it would take to exit the atmosphere.

The station wasn’t all bad. The northern continent reminded Tarsha of Alaska, where her dad was from. Conniffers, rivers, and snowy mountains dominated the skyline, and it was a pleasantly cool summertime atmosphere in the open air star port.

Northern Welcome Station had other amenities to attract guests. There was a cargo hauler being washed by a dozen Conicoid cuties in skimpy, tight fitting bikinis. The girls gave quite a show, taking breaks to splash water at each other and generally horse around. It was taking a very long time to clean the ship, but the few dozen spectators didn’t seem to mind.

As Tarsha walked by, one of the bikini babes snuck up behind another one who had made the grave mistake of momentarily focusing on scrubbing the star ship. The sneaking alien girl twitched her furry ears in anticipation before grabbing onto the other girl’s tail.

“Hmm Hmm Hmm- Hm~!” The busily working girl suddenly choked on her humming as she felt a surge of pleasure. The crowd behind her clapped as the poor girl was shoved up against the ship, bent over slightly so that her blue-bikini encased behind was presented to the crowd.

The smiling assailant slapped either cheek, pulling more embarrassing noises out of her target. She kept up her ass-assault as Tarsha averted her gaze with a deep, sympathetic blush and scurried away.

“That was… wow…” she thought to herself, trying to slow her breathing. She ducked around a corner and checked under her jacket and tank top. The device set into her bra band was still working probably, thank the stars. She pulled her hand out, now sufficiently calm, and continued her walk.

…

Paz was having a very informative time. Conicoids are so cooperative! The doctor was currently taking furious notes on the bikini babes washing the freighter.

“Excuse me,” she said to a nearby fellow observer, “Why do they do this?”

“Ship’s dirty.” The gruff Talaczarian answered.

“Hmm yes, yes,” Paz took more notes, particularly on where the Talaczarian male’s gaze seemed to be glued. “But is it not more efficient to use an automated system?”

One of the bikini ship washers sprayed another with a high powered water hose. The poor girl’s top came clean off and her suddenly soaked hair fell into her eyes. As she fixed her sudden blindness, the crowd got a good look at her full, firm breasts now dancing out in the open on her naked upper body, covered in goosebumps and nipple crinkling firm in the cool air.

“That’s why they don’t use an automated system.” The Talacrazian answered.

As the girl screeched and ran for cover, Paz wrote down many more notes and wandered away from the washers.

“Girl’s suffering from lack of wardrobe are of interest to most males and some females of most species,” was written in bold at the top of the notes. Paz stopped writing and thought for a moment. She quickly came to the conclusion that it was time for a live subject, and of course, that is why she came to Aurovo!

Conicoids are so useful for her research!

…

Polly, the Conicoid lab assistant and secret admirer of Professor Albrechtsberger, was growing desperate. She had other junior lab techs working round the clock, contacting every pilot and ship owner in the system. They were desperately running out of time to complete the experiment. Polly was reduced to standing at the local star port, with a cardboard sign over her head that read “Seeking Star Ship and Pilot, will pay any price, ASAP!!!”

She was about to give up when she glanced to her left and came in sudden eye contact with someone just inches from her face. Four eyes worth of contact, to be specific.

“Hello!” Paz practically shouted. Polly shrieked and tripped backwards, falling onto her rear and staring up at the tall, highly endowed Translnid staring down at her with a fang filled grin.

“Don’t eat me!” Polly squealed, covering her head with the cardboard.

“Eat you?” Paz was confused. She checked rapidly scrolled through her notes on her datapad. “I do not eat Conicoids, unless… you refer to the “eating out” that I have seen mention of? My research implies that it is enjoyable, why would you preclude it so quickly? However, I am not trained or experienced, so perhaps you fear a lower… quality…”

Paz trailed off upon seeing the look of pure terror on the tiny alien girl. She decided to switch gears.

“Your sign.” She said suddenly, jerking a pointing finger at the cardboard.

“W-what about it?”

“I can assist you!” Paz nearly shouted again.

“You have a ship we can use?” Polly replied, getting to her feet.

“If you need a ship, this I can offer, and a pilot, too.” Paz nodded a dozen times.

“Ok… how much will it cost?”

“... No money! No dosh! I merely require your assistance with my experiment, and then you may depart aboard the ship!”

“How did you know I was a scientist?”

Paz tilted her head. “I did not.”

Polly was deeply confused and more than a little fearful still, but she saw the opportunity. They only had hours before they missed their window.

“Ok, it’s a deal.” She finally answered.

Paz clapped her hands together. “Excellent! We shall begin the experiment immediately.”

“What- Hey!”

The Translnid suddenly hooked her clawed fingers into Polly’s white lab coat and pulled it up and off her arms. She dropped the garment to her side on the ground.

“What are you doing?” Polly squeaked out, taking a couple steps back, now dressed in her work heels, knee length skirt, and blouse.

“We are conducting the experiment. Please do not leave, and feel free to squirm and make any noise you wish, I believe these things are key.” She took a few steps forward and had another thought. “I appreciate your assistance deeply.”

The Conicoid bit her lip, her helpful nature overriding her fight or flight response.

The Translnid pulled Polly’s skirt to the floor, and pulled it out so fast that the lab assistant nearly fell over. Paz caught her and held her up.

“This isn’t science!” Polly screamed and blushed, flailing her nubile legs in her sensible work stockings. Paz continued to tear off her clothes, popping most of the buttons of her blouse as she pulled it off first one, then both of Polly’s arms. The shirt was thrown aside as Paz used her claws to slice off the stockings and pull them and Polly’s shoes off of her.

“Hey! Hey~!” Polly squealed as she was spanked into submission, now in a matching pair of cotton bra and panties.

“These are above average for a Conicoid, no?” Paz asked, squeezing the girls luscious chest with both hands, groping harshly.

“They’re… I’m… sensitive~! Mmmm~!” Polly squealed again, gradienting into a moan as Paz squeezed hard and harder.

“N-no~!” The Conicoid pouted as Paz used a claw to cut between the cups, the garment falling off of her as her breasts bounced into view. Not a moment later Paz pinched one of the quickly hardening nipples, eliciting more embarrassing noises out of the alien girl.

“You are very responsive, yes? Sensitive you said? Like this?” Paz pinched both nipples again.

“Y-yes! Sensitive~!” She bit her lip and felt her blush rise as more and more passerby stopped to watch. Paz noticed a security officer approaching (a sight she was used to).

She wasted no time dragging the last of Polly’s clothes off of her hips and down her legs. Quick notes were scribbled about the alien’s trimmed blue bush before Paz covered it with a hand, the other draping over her sore boobs.

“Fascinating, that response is very common across species.” Paz noted out loud as well as written. “I will find you later to debrief, please feel free to scream if that is your natural response to the crowd seeing you naked and semi-aroused.”

Polly obliged. Paz slipped away into the crowd with pages of new data to pour over. Such a great experiment in public exposure and forcible stripping! Once the Conicoid pays bail for public humiliation, I should surely debrief her on her psychological state…

…

“You were what?”

“N-naked ma’am. The security force let me go, but they kept my clothes as evidence…” the still naked Polly, wearing only a towel, told her boss, Anna.

“Well, I’m sorry… but you found a ship! How great! Where is it?”

“Um… we need to find the Translnid…”

“Well by all means, we need to get back to the star port!” The Nettik professor got to her feet. She stretched out like a cat and cracked her knuckles. “Let’s go!”

“Ok!” Polly got to her feet, gripping the towel towards her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but the towel is lab property. It can’t leave the building.”

“So I can’t go?”

“Nonsense!” Anna threw her lab coat to the shorter alien. “Just wear this. Come on, we don’t have time!”

With that, they rushed back to the starport. Tarsha was busy eating lunch in the cafeteria, while Paz was busy looking for her. The wheels of fate continued to grind towards the greatest scientific achievement this sector has ever seen!