Trade Negotiations

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Ailee just wants some time to unwind and unload, in all the ways possible. Mildred has some supplies she needs to acquire. A chance meeting could help them both get what they want, even if one of them doesn't know she wants it.


This place was a dump. The bartender was rude, the drinks were watered down, the band barely knew how to play anything. It was all noise and no class, but that was fine. Nobody came to The Broken Oar for the ambiance. The booze was cheap enough that even if it meant you needed twice as many drinks to accomplish your goals, it still got done reasonably well. Once in a while the house band hit a couple notes in a pleasing stretch of mostly correct and that was a nice surprise. But most importantly, everyone here knew what they wanted.

The main room was large and could accommodate a lot of people. The unnamed stop on the traderoutes meant that there was always a mix of regular haulers and first timers and wide-eyed transients. Officially, the asteroid was MSAX-2297, owned by the Myarka/Suiko conglomerate, but it was just Midpoint to people that wandered along these routes, hauling everything in the galaxy to everywhere in the galaxy. Midpoint was crowded, filthy, and always a site for sore eyes to Ailee.

She was on the last leg of a stretch of three hauls and she was ready for some relaxation and the pleasant fuzziness of three or four too many algae-bulbs. She stood in the doorway for a moment, to the grumbling of someone behind her, but she was used to blocking traffic despite her best efforts. She didn't like being so much bigger than most sentients in the galaxy, but that's how it went. Seven feet if she was an inch, wide as a standard bulkhead airlock door, she had to step sideways through most openings and even the hallways on her own ship were cramped. She was flexible, though, and could fit better than most would think. The Broken Oar's door was double wide though and, despite her continued impediment to traffic, she was able to fit through without changing her stride.

She immediately went up to the bar and, dropping a couple credit sticks on the counter, she nodded to the bartender. He resembled a normal human but had tusks and a flat nose that gave him a piggish sort of look. Obviously some interspecies mingling in his ancestry, but not much. That sort of thing wasn't unheard of, but it wasn't very common either. Not that most sentient races in the galaxy didn't love fucking anything else they could talk to, but actual crossbreeds usually didn't come out right. Clearly, this man won the genetic lottery and his prize was an inconvenient underbite and nostrils you could look straight into. His name was Hank. He was a friend, of sorts, but mostly the kind that knew that Ailee could and would handle large quantities of fermented algae. He took the credits and slid over a mug of the lime-green beverage that was one of the only things on the menu. Only the rich tourists bought anything else.

Ailee nodded to Hank and took a large gulp of her drink. The mug was sized for her and held nearly a gallon of the algae-brew. One did get used to the slimy, grass-colored drink but nobody ever really liked it. Like food, shelter, and warmth, cheap alcohol was one of the necessities that kept the world, or galaxy, running. She took another big gulp of her drink and Hank already had another one ready for her. She set down the mostly empty mug, leaving the gritty dregs at the bottom to be rinsed out by the barkeep and she took the other one, being a bit less cavalier with this second mug.

She turned around and surveyed the room. A solid layer of liquid in her stomach already was starting to sate one of her needs, now it was time to look towards another. She nursed her second drink and took in the crowd. It was pretty crowded, the 'dance floor' filled with sweaty bodies that she appreciated watching writhe about, as if for her own personal pleasure. She reached up and ran a couple fingers along her neckline. Her jumpsuit was pulled down and tied up at her waist so that the only clothing she had on over her top was a tank-top and the material was thin enough that the white fabric was almost designed to put her massive chest on display, the shiny black skin straining it, her nipples protruding even when she wasn't aroused. She was dressed, as she liked to put it, technically. Full nudity was discouraged on the asteroid unless you came from a culture that insisted upon it. She wore the bare minimum to get by on that rule because her skin wasn't a big fan of being covered up. Unlike science fiction stories, there wasn't some sort of list of alien races out there, with race A fitting these traits and race B fitting those.

She most closely resembled an orca from old Earth. A species long since extinct and certainly not bipedal and capable of sapient intelligence. She had the look and the size, but that's about all the similarities. She didn't have a big tail and she didn't have a blowhole. She wasn't an aquatic mammal, she was just large with black and white colorings and thick skin that tended to be shinier than most. Most importantly, for her visit to The Broken Oar, she was looking for someone to help her get her rocks off.

At the other end of the bar, looking sheepish and overwhelmed, Mildred was nursing a small glass of the algae drink everyone else was ingesting. It wasn't really her cup of tea, but then her cup of tea was a cup of tea and it didn't seem like the place for her to ask for one without being laughed at. It was loud and she was several drinks in and her head was swimming. She was here on business, looking to set up a regular trade route for her home station for some self-sealing stembolts. A boring commodity that nobody cared about but that apparently was rare in this region. Her station needed them regularly, though she wouldn't know why. She wasn't an engineer. It was her first mission as a commerce representative. She knew how to wheel and deal, but the technical aspects eluded her. She was finding her whole trip rather daunting and had taken a break from her various interviews to have a drink.

She had slid her way in earlier and found a seat all the way at one end of the bar where it curved to meet up with the wall. It made her feel safer to have two of her sides blocked off so that she wouldn't be surprised. She was short and petite and her soft white fur was poofy and well-maintained. A smart pants-suit completed the look that made Mildred look professional and only a little haggard. She might be a sheep, but she wasn't going to let people herd her into a bad deal.

Ailee, after a couple more mugs, found herself full and needing to take care of business. She nodded her thanks to Hank and pushed her way through the crowd towards the restrooms. She got a couple surprised noises and more than one loud complaint, cut off when they had to look up for quite a while in order to properly voice that complaint at her face. She grunted a vague apology every once in a while. She wasn't trying to be rude, but as she had learned throughout her life, people would take offense at her need to take up space no matter how accommodating she tried to be. So she went with it.

Eventually she made it to the restrooms. There were no fancy anti-gravity toilets here, no specialized facilities. This was a well-established station with gravity and plumbing. Ice was hauled in regularly for water and waste was hauled away regularly for things like fertilizer, so it was easier to just have a large restroom facility with various sizes of toilets and urinals, stalls and sinks. The overwhelming majority of sentient life in the galaxy could use these and the ones that couldn't would have specialized facilities on their ships or in their quarters.

She wandered into the largest stall and took care of her business, pulling down her jumpsuit more to pull herself free. She took a moment to appreciate her own heavy cock, the skin also a mottled blend of black and white, her balls solid black. If there was anything about her that had any arrogance, it was the love of her own dick. She took aim and spent some time emptying herself and sighing in relief.

Hopping off her chair and wobbling a bit, Mildred threw some creditsticks on the counter, not counting them well. Hank would be pleased with his tip, but she was finding herself too inebriated to really count very well. Once she had stood up, it was like all the fermented algae had hit her all at once and she found herself slightly dizzy and very warm. She unzipped her jacket and waved her hand over her throat to get some airflow going and she looked at the bartender expectantly. His assumption being that she needed to relieve herself as well, he pointed towards the restrooms.

She had a substantially harder time of it than most to make her way through the crowd. She was jostled and shaken and at least once had her foot stepped on. She bleated loudly at that and it bought her a little breathing room as people backed away from the sound. She scurried the rest of the way and slipped into the much quieter facilities. She hurried over to a stall and slammed the door behind her, sighing loudly as she leaned against the inside of it, loving the feel of the cool metal against her warm body.

Insistent pressure took over and she unzipped her pants, letting them fall to the floor along with her frilly pink panties. She liked feeling delicate, particularly in contrast to her cock that she grasped and aimed at the toilet, letting loose with a loud groan of pleasure. She placed one hand on the wall in front of her and, after several long moments, shook herself off. She stood there for a moment, letting the air of the restroom cool her down a bit and she put down the lid to sit, letting her cock and balls hang loose. She exhaled slowly and, reaching down, cupped one of her nuts. She might be a bit bigger than average for her size in the cock department, her real pride was her nuts. They practically sloshed with how full they were, the orbs too big for her to hold both at the same time.

Ailee finished her release and, taking a moment to dab the tip of her dick with some paper, she froze as someone slammed their way into the stall next to her. She blinked a bit and glanced over the top edge of the stall, seeing a small sheep lady pissing into the toilet next to her. The angle didn't really show much but the bit of her that she did see looked attractive. She stopped peeking, letting the girl have her privacy and, after she heard the sheep stop and not actually leave the stall, she assumed there was a reason.

Every stall in the restroom had a hole in either side with rubber sealing around the edge to make it soft. She hesitated a moment and stuck her fingers through the hole, waggling them around to get the attention of the girl next door. When there was no response, she reached down and, hefting her heavy length, slid the first few inches through the hole.

Mildred was sitting quietly, cupping and fondling her nuts when she suddenly saw some large black fingers reach through a hole she hadn't noticed before. They waggled and she was shocked for a moment so did not respond. After a moment they withdrew and, after a couple beats, was replaced by the biggest dick she had ever seen. It was fat and shiny, the skin mostly black but with a swath of white that covered the underside and wrapped up over the tip. That tip was drooling wetness and, after a moment of chewing on her bottom lip, she reached out to touch it.

It jumped a bit at the touch which caused a drop of that wetness to arc up a bit and land soundlessly on the floor. She pulled her hand back in surprise but then reached out again. She couldn't even fit her hand around it, though she tried. She wrapped around it, just below the glans, encircling as best she could with thumb and forefinger, and gave it a small tug. She was rewarded with more wetness and a very quiet grunt from the other side of the wall.

Ailee felt the sheep grip her and she pushed forward a bit, silently urging more contact. She slid forward until the thick base of her cock couldn't slide forward anymore, frustratingly leaving quite a lot of her length on her side of the stall wall. She spit in her hand and gripped her base, smearing it around until she was even slicker, pushing her whole length through the wall. She wasn't sure how talented this sheep would be, but at least she could enjoy the soft yet tight embrace of that hole.

Mildred, on the other side, was forced to stand up to make room for the invading length. She gasped softly at just how much was invading her space and she licked her lips. She reached out her other hand and, swirling it around in the now leaking precum, flicked her thumb over the tip repeatedly, rewarded with a couple more grunts from the other side. She leaned forward and, moving both her hands so that she couple actually wrap around that monster length, she kissed the tip and took it past her lips, swirling her tongue in circles around it. She slowly moved her hands back and forth, coaxing more of that wetness free as she sucked it down her throat.

Ailee groaned, placing her hands on the top edge of the stall, pleasantly surprised at the talent of her mysterious sheep neighbor. The orca grunted and tried to buck forward but found that she had swollen to the point where the hole in the wall was like a cock-ring and she couldn't move. Normally she would be concerned about such a situation, but her mind was focused on the slow head she was receiving and the fact that the harder she got, the tighter she was caught and the tighter she was caught, the harder she got. She had never been so hard and she wasn't entirely sure she liked it. It felt amazing but without being able to move her hips, it made her feel far more passive that she was used to. That was when she felt something new.

Mildred was entranced at her mystery partner's steel-hard length. It throbbed in what looked to be almost pain but whoever it was hadn't pulled back so it must be fine. She continued to swirl her tongue around the head as she swallowed the flowing pre in rivers. After several long moments she slid her tongue forward, the large cock easily taking the velvety soft organ inside and she started to twirl it around inside. That cock just pulsed even more and a loud grunt followed by a shuddering moan met her ears, coaxing her on. She kept this up for what felt like and eternity and only pulled back when her own hardness could no longer be ignored.

She pulled her mouth free and swiped her hand up and under the head of that massive length, scooping up some of the mixture of saliva and pre that strung between her face and the cock, smearing it all over her own length. She found she needed to angle the cock down for her plan to work and, in her drunken haze, didn't even think about asking the stranger if it was ok for her to slam her much smaller length into her partner's.

Ailee probably would have had something to say about this new experience but, swept up in the pleasure of having her sock tongue fucked she wasn't ready for another new sensation as, in her mind, without warning she felt a soft, firm length bury halfway into her cock and she cried out in a mixture of surprise, fear, and pleasure. It didn't hurt, the difference in size meant that only a moment of discomfort was overcome by the slippery fullness overwhelming her and she grunted out a 'What..the..ffffuuuu...." before she arched her back and, despite her being trapped, she involuntarily tried to thrust her hips forward. The steel wall creaked but held and she was lost in a new world of pleasure.

Mildred, really just looking to stick her dick in a warm hole, gripped the length with both hands and buried herself to the hilt. Her heavy balls swung lazily as she pushed all the way forward. She grunted and, upon going as deep as she could, pulled back and did it again. She gripped the orca's cock like a sex toy and buried herself in it, over and over. She panted heavily and never went very fast, instead enjoying the long, slow thrusts as she fucked that cock.

Ailee writhed and moaned, unable to pull back as she was so swollen into that hole. She wasn't sure she wanted to as discomfort opened up to even more pleasure as she moaned. Her tits pressed against the cool metal and she found herself ever more frustrated and not being able to meet the thrusts of her partner. She held still, involuntarily, as her cock was bred by this small sheep she had never met before.

The alcohol in her system was making it a little hard for her to reach her goals, but the tighter warmth wrapped around her was certainly helping. Like climbing a steep hill, she could see the peak and was trying so hard to reach it. She was doubled over and her thrusts had gotten shorter and faster. Her balls didn't swing so much as jiggle and she was panting heavily. Soon, she could see over that peak and she was barreling forwards towards it, huffing, "G..g...gonna....."

The panting words caused Ailee to open her eyes wide. Was this sheep going to..."W...wait. No, don't....I don't....know..." She wasn't even sure what to say. Was this even a safe thing to do? The sounding was one thing, but could she even... the thought was cut off as she experienced what she felt was a firehose exploding inside her. She gasped loudly and, at least figuratively, saw white as the sheep came inside her.

Mildred was hunched over and buried as deep as she could, gripping the orca's cock with both hands as she unloaded a torrent of seed. Her balls clenching until they were rock hard as she followed her evolutionary need to breed, her body not knowing this was not what was going on. Her body just knew warmth and tightness and gallons upon gallons of cum. She was not large, but her race made up for it with quantity.

Ailee felt her own balls swelling up. They were already proportionately large but they were rapidly expanding to accommodate the invading seed. At some point she felt like she might have climaxed, but it was completely lost in that torrent. She had no hope of pushing back against it. She used to be proud of the ropes she'd throw but she was pathetic in comparison. She was well and rightly bloated with this sheep's cum and she could only hold onto the stall for her life. Her strong hands had dented the panels at the top and her screaming moans caught in her throat to sound more like squeaks than anything.

After several long minutes, far more than should have been possible for someone her size, Mildred plopped down on the toilet seat beside her, her cock sliding free with a slimy, wet shlorping sound and the floor was a sudden deluge of her cum that flowed from the orca's cock. It dribbled free in time to the pulsing throbs in that rigid length, which were in time to the rapid heartbeat of Ailee as she slowly came back down. As she slowly sat down on her own toilet, her slimy length softening just enough to pull free, she passed out, She hoped that nobody would take a picture of her, sprawled out in that stall, her cock unable to go completely down and her balls looking like beachballs as she panted heavily in her sleep.

Mildred also leaned against the wall, panting heavily, her own exhaustion overtaking her a moment later. Soon enough someone would come in and see the lake of cum on the floor and let the barkeeper know and Hank would come in with a mop and a bucket and splash water on the two of them. He certainly wasn't cleaning this up.

Embarrassed introductions would lead to negotiations would lead to Ailee admitting she was halting self-sealing stembolts and could definitely arrange regular deliveries to Mildred's station in exchange for some more collaborations. This could work out well for everyone involved.