Interspecies Diplomacy

Kylee is proud of her newly-awarded position as Assistant Delegate with the Representative Delegates Committee, and is eager to begin proving herself as a willing and capable member of the important team that facilitates communication and negotiations with non-human species. So eager, in fact, that she accepts an assignment to assist in negotiations with a Ruguu - a many-tentacled, all-male species that see females as toys and pets to be traded and trained. Maybe she should have turned this one down...Dark content rating, 4.5k words.

Content Warnings/Tags: dubious consent (due to inability to withdraw consent); misogyny; humiliation; monsterfucking.

Regardless of other political concerns, the majority of citizens living in the Intergalactic Post-Earth Alliance could agree that interspecies diplomacy was a top priority. As such, the Representative Delegates Committee held a position of great esteem in the IPEA, being responsible for facilitating any diplomatic interactions and negotiations with all non-human organizations, including both governments and private entities.

The Representative Delegates Committee took on the responsibility of being fully acquainted with, and trained in, culture and customs for all non-human species with which the IPEA regularly interacted--whether that be the complex, dance-like formal greetings favored by the Urlu who controlled five solar systems in Sector C-9-X, or the subtle culture of veiled insults which would earn the respect of a Kirrik-bug residing on the moons of Sol-12 in Sector H-3-U.

Some customs, of course, were more alien than others--either more difficult to execute with human physiology, or more offensive to human cultural sensibilities.

But it was the duty of the Delegates to approach all non-human cultures with respect and accommodation, no matter how strange.

Kylee Patel, newly-minted Assistant Delegate with the Committee, held that duty very seriously. She had spent her three-year university course avidly studying every scrap of information publicly available for every non-human species known to the IPEA, and was excited to put her knowledge into practice.

She didn't expect it to be easy, but she thought herself ready for the challenge.

When she received a request to accompany a Delegate mission to a Ruguu space station in Sector S-3-K, her mentor advised her to decline. The Ruguu were a unique case, and her mentor said that such a mission should be handled by a more experienced Delegate, not a brand new Assistant.

Kylee, determined to prove herself, had ignored that advice and accepted the mission.

Now, as Kylee--dressed in only a simple bathrobe, in stark contrast to the formally-dressed team of human negotiators--waited to be received by the Ruguu, she was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake.

As the internal airlock door slid open, bridging the gap between their ship and the space station and allowing Kylee her first sight of the Ruguu on the other side, that regret solidified to dread.

The Ruguu were a species formed of colonies of single-cell organisms, in some ways similar to an Earth siphonophore. They could choose to merge or separate at will, and a single individual could be any size from nearly microscopic to gargantuan, taking various shapes or forms as suited them.

The room which Kylee and the negotiators stepped into was a receiving-room, with no obvious entries or exits, no obvious way to traverse deeper into the station. This was because the station was not occupied by a society of Ruguu.

No; the entire structure was constructed around one singular, massive Ruguu. And that massive hive-minded colony was currently turning dozens of eyestalks to stare directly at Kylee.

The mass of ink-dark flesh and tentacles in front of her was only a small portion of the individual. In terms of bio-mass, this one Ruguu--if IPEA data was current--nearly equaled the mass of Earth's moon. Arguably, some mechanical portions of the station could also be considered part of the Ruguu; Ruguu technology was built to be integrated directly into the colony, functioning in direct coordination with its nervous system, like an extension of its body and mind.

As the humans approached the expansive Ruguu visage--Kylee, to her shame, had to be nudged forward by the Senior Delegate accompanying her--it wasn't only the Ruguu's eye-stalks that tracked her. Cameras whirred in the wall, themselves as responsive as eyes.

The airlock door whooshed shut behind them. Kylee twitched. She managed to resist the urge to look back over her shoulder towards the exit, but couldn't help clutching the folds of her robe a bit closer.

A speaker set into the ceiling above the Ruguu's writhing mass buzzed quietly, and then spoke in a robotic voice: "Welcome. Do-you-present-a-female-to-us?"

Kylee opened her mouth and began to speak. "A-as--" Her voice wavered embarrassingly, and she had to clear her throat and begin again: "Sorry, um. I, Kylee Patel, am a human female. As a gesture of good will, I present myself to you, for the duration of the negotiations only."

The Ruguu writhed several nameless appendages, its eye-stalks waving. "Of-course. The-human-female-presents-itself. Very-amusing."

From the Ruguu's perspective, it must have been amusing. Ruguu society was made up entirely of males: Ruguu females were sub-sapient, essentially just a mobile mass of nerves and genetic material that occasionally budded off of males and wandered in search of a new male to mate with and care for them.

Trading of females as favors was a fundamental tradition in Ruguu society. The Committee had determined that it was nearly impossible to obtain a favorable outcome in negotiations unless this tradition was honored.

That was Kylee's role in this particular negotiation.

To...honor the tradition.

Kylee licked her lips and stared at the dark mass of the alien creature in front of her. Its body undulated in slow waves, like a sentient liquid, creating hypnotizing oil-slick rainbows on the surface.

Parts of it shifted into and out of view at the edges of the room, perpetually in motion, and its limbs disappeared and re-formed constantly--sometimes soft and boneless tentacles, other times delicate hands and fingers that tapped at buttons on the ceiling of the room, or even rudimentary, temporary eye-stalks that would form for a second and then disappear again.

A tentacle moved in her direction, and Kylee shifted backwards sharply, stepping on the foot of the Senior Delegate standing behind her.

The Senior Delegate--also a woman--caught Kylee with a hand on the shoulder and cleared her throat. "This is Kylee's first encounter with an individual of your esteemed species. She might appreciate some reassurance that you will only host her for the duration of the negotiations."

The speakers buzzed faintly again, and then the Ruguu spoke: "A-human-female-has-no-use-to-us-beyond-temporary-entertainment. We-will-return-it-when-we-are-finished." It slapped the thick tentacle against the metal floor. "Approach."

Kylee did not want to approach.

But then, the alternative would be turning tail and running, and that was an even worse thought: coming this far, only to back down and fail to do her job. Even if she kept her position with the Representative Delegates Committee, how would she ever live that down?

She swallowed several times, gathering her strength. Eventually, she forced herself to count down in her head--five, four, three, two one--and on one, she started walking forward and didn't let herself stop. One step in front of the other, until she stood in front of the Ruguu, her toes nearly touching the tentacles that still writhed on the floor.

Kylee opened her mouth, thinking to ask some inane question about whether this was where the Ruguu wanted her.

"H-yeep!" was what she ended up saying instead, because the tentacle that had slapped the floor immediately slid up under the hem of the robe, between her thighs, and directly into her vagina, penetrating her in a single thrust.

She jerked back, startled and instinctively trying to get away from the sudden violation. Another tentacle wrapped around behind her, holding her in place and tugging her robe askew as the one inside her writhed and pushed deeper.

"I--oh--gh--" Kylee stammered, writhing in discomfort, her feet skidding across the floor as she continued to senselessly struggle against the Ruguu's easy grip on her. She had known what was going to happen, of course she had known, but the reality of it--of being so casually ravished in front of others--"I, um, w-wait--"

-You are noisy and poorly trained.-

Kylee blinked several times, feeling faintly dizzy. The tentacle inside her was so thick. "S-sorry--?"

As she got the end of the word out, another tentacle slid into her mouth, silencing her.

Kylee struggled harder, afraid that it was about to slide down her throat and block her breathing. Instead, it coiled up in her mouth, creating a heavy weight that was impossible to spit out, stuffing her like a gag and muting her cries to muffled huffs of alarm.

She swallowed against a brief sensation of nausea, and noted--with a distant sensation of surprise--that the tentacle tasted faintly of something like roasted peanuts, or perhaps overcooked popcorn?

-I will keep you quiet, since you are not trained to control yourself.-

It was only then that Kylee realized she was not hearing these words with her ears. It was not the robotic speech of the speaker.

The Ruguu was speaking directly into her mind.

Kylee made the connection quickly enough: she recalled references in her study material to Ruguu exhibiting interspecies telepathy "under select conditions", with some notes about mucous membrane contact.

Well, now she realized why the study materials had been so cagey about what those conditions were, exactly. The tentacle in her mouth muffled a panicked giggle.

The Ruguu was using its speaker to address the other humans, even as it picked at the tie holding her robe shut. "We-accept-your-offer-and-offer-a-female-in-return."

Its mass rippled, ejecting something that looked a bit like a four-foot-long slug with genitalia on its dorsal side. The female slid out onto the floor, waving a single eye-stalk in placid confusion.

"You-need-not-return-it. We-have-finished-with-it."

"Thank you. We graciously accept," said the Senior Delegate, delicately picking up the female Ruguu from the floor. It immediately cuddled into her arms, the vulva-like structure on its back quivering. "We are honored by your exchange. My associates wish to discuss--"

-Come closer,- the Ruguu ordered into Kylee's mind, drowning out her ability to follow the verbal conversation. -I will enjoy you while we begin negotiations.-

Closer? It was already gripping her, it already had a tentacle inside her. Kylee didn't know how to get any closer, and she didn't have much wherewithal to figure it out; the obtrusive shifting of the thick tentacle inside her was incredibly distracting--and there was a second tentacle prodding threateningly at her anus.

And if she stopped thinking about that for a second, her next concern was that the Ruguu had just tugged the robe off her and dropped it to the floor like a discarded candy wrapper, exposing her body to everyone in the room.

-Stupid creature. I do not understand why humans insist on allowing their females to pretend at personhood. You are not even able to follow basic directions.-

The tentacle inside of her pulled.

Kylee grunted at the uncomfortable sensation and stumbled forward, staggering and barely managing to avoid tripping over her own feet as she was tugged directly against the soft body of the Ruguu.

She squealed in surprise--muffled again by the appendage in her mouth--and struggled, but more tentacles wrapped around her, holding her in place. The pressure at her anus became a stretch, and the tentacle inside her vagina knotted up and thickened, and Kylee's struggles turned to aimless flailing as the sensations overwhelmed her to the point of discomfort.

A flash of panic: did the Ruguu know that Kylee wasn't malleable in the way a female Ruguu might be, that there was only so far her body could stretch?

-Do not worry, I understand the limitations of your species. I will not harm your body.-

In spite of its words, the tentacles continued to push in, forcing quiet groans of distress from her. The one in her anus was taking her completely dry, but it moved with a slow rippling motion that didn't seem to be at risk of causing any tearing or chafing, at least; instead, it felt bizarrely invasive, like the thing had found a way through her body's natural defenses, just inexorably forcing more and more of itself inside her.

-I am locating your pressure switches. Even a human female will stop fussing once it is full enough.-

Kylee made a garbled, quizzical noise around the tentacle gagging her. The Ruguu was speaking out loud to the negotiators at the same time, and Kylee wanted to hear what was being said, but listening to the verbal conversation and the voice in her head at the same time made her feel dizzy.

Or maybe that was the tentacles fucking her.

She wasn't a virgin, of course--the Committee would never have sent someone sexually inexperienced on such a mission--but she wasn't exactly a size queen, either, and double penetration was well outside her usual comfort zone. It felt like her brain was whiting out, like she was struggling to think around the thickness of the Ruguu filling her up.

And, to her distant astonishment, in spite of the discomfort and humiliation...the movement was starting to ignite an undeniable arousal.

It wasn't like any sexual experience she'd ever had before, and her body didn't quite know what to make of the soft-hard-wriggling movements inside her--but the tentacle in her vagina kept bulging, pressing directly on her g-spot in a rhythm that was growing increaingly difficult to ignore.

Then the tentacle in her back end reached deeper into her, pushed hard against her insides, and a new sensation bloomed inside her: first hot and uncomfortable and then pulsing with a sick pleasure.

Kylee groaned. Her legs buckled, but she didn't fall; the Ruguu held her weight easily, tentacles wrapping around her legs and forcing them apart.

-There. You do know how to receive a male after all. I have enjoyed human females before; I know you have these external stimulation points as well.-

And then a rippling, writhing mass pressed against her clitoris.

Kylee gasped through her nose, her eyelids fluttering. It felt almost like someone going down on her--if that someone was going light, to tease her, and if they somehow had more than the usual number of tongues. A gentle undulating motion attacked her from several angles, up and down, providing both friction and a gentle tickling that made her twitch and shudder and want to rub up into it.

She was not going to do that.

Kylee had expected, had agreed to be penetrated. To be sexually used. There was no humiliation in doing her duty; this was required to negotiate with the Ruguu, and she trusted that the Senior Delegate and the negotiators wouldn't view her any differently for having done her job, even if it was embarrassing in the moment.

But if she became an active participant? If she started humping into the tentacles touching her?

Stars forbid, if she had an orgasm--in front of her coworkers?

Absolutely not. She would not, could not humiliate herself that way. She absolutely refused to consider it.

But she hadn't known it would feel like this.

Kylee focused on breathing slowly and evenly through her nose. Her lips were wet now, drool gathering around the tentacle writhing in her mouth. She couldn't do anything about that; her wrists were restrained at her sides, held firmly in the grip of appendages that felt as if they might have fingers. The Ruguu had spun her a bit in its grip, holding her akimbo, like a child with a toy. She was facing the ceiling of the room, squinting her eyes against the bright lights.

She forced herself to listen to the conversation between the negotiators and the Ruguu.

"We're not looking for carte blanche to travel through your system," one of the negotiators was explaining. "Just passage on an established trade route. It would significantly decrease our travel time between neighboring sectors."

"We-are-adverse-to-our-peace-being-disturbed-by-your-ships."

"That's understandable, and we are prepared to pay an access fee--"

-You are distracted. Do you require additional stimulation?-

The movement against Kylee's clit changed, the feather-light strokes becoming firmer and more focused, and it was all she could do not to moan at the pleasure that coursed through her. Her eyelids fluttered.

In the corner of her vision, she saw one of the negotiators make a sudden movement, like he was reacting to the sound.

Kylee flushed. Fuck. This was bad.

She wanted to be known as the Assistant willing to do whatever was necessary to communicate with non-human species--not as the Assistant using her work to play out some kind of alien tentacle fetish!

-I have seen documentaries on your species' mating practices,- mused the Ruguu in her head. -I could imitate the thrusting motion of a male human. But I do not believe it will be necessary. This fluid is evidence of your arousal, is it not?-

The tentacle inside of her vagina writhed, thick and heavy, and Kylee was appalled to realize that the tentacle was wet.

It was wet because she was wet.

That horrifying thought was interrupted by the ribbed bulge of the tentacle rubbing unerringly against her g-spot again. At the same time, the other tentacle--the one in her ass--pushed at that other spot deeper inside her rectum, and neither the tentacle in her mouth nor her own force of will was enough to entirely quiet the whimpering noise that she made.

Nor could she deny the way she throbbed in reaction, her body doing its best to clench around the thick bulk inside her.

-Yes, that is a definitive arousal response.- If a voice inside her head could sound smug, the Ruguu did. -Does that feel good, silly creature? My females whimper just the same when I fill them. You are as much a slave to your instincts as the female of any other species; it is only an accident of evolution that you are able to pretend at sapience.-

Kylee blinked hard, trying to mask the way her eyes wanted to roll back in her head at the overwhelming sensation of the tentacles sliding back and forth inside her.

Part of her wondered what the Ruguu meant about females of its species whimpering the same; the female Ruguu held in the arms of the Senior Delegate definitely did not make any sound. Kylee was fairly sure that Ruguu, as a rule, had no vocal chords or verbal speech.

Maybe it was referring to her mind? She didn't know how much of her own thoughts it could hear.

The idea that her mind could at all resemble the mind of the quivering, dumb fuck-pet being held by the Senior Delegate made her flush hot with shame.

-Human females are little puzzle boxes. All of your nerves hidden so many places.- A soft texture slid over her nipples, not unlike the sensation rubbing at her clit, and she shuddered. -But I will untangle you. You will surrender soon.-

Surrender? She had already let the thing grab her, use her. What more could it want?

The tentacles twisted inside her--both in tandem, skewering both her vagina and her anus--and Kylee squeezed her eyes shut against the overwhelming stimulation, doing her best not to writhe or squirm like a harlot. Her insides throbbed again, clenching and shivering around the deep stretch of the appendages, and she felt a bit of fluid dribble out of her.

Fuck.