What happens on Venus

The journey by space shuttle was fairly smooth considering that it was such a long way to travel, and that we would be navigating more than one asteroid belt. I opened the folder for the millionth time and studied the pictures that I’d been sent of my host family.

They did look similar to humans if you didn’t count the glittery tinge to their skin and, of course, their third arm. Really, the Venetians were rather attractive going by our earthly standards. And the more I looked at the son, the more I knew I would enjoy my time on Venus.

Nahuel was the same age as me, both by Earth years and by parsecs, as both planets had the same orbit around the sun. His portrait photo showed a dark haired guy, with full pouty lips and expressive brown eyes. He looked a little like his father Joham, standing behind him in the family photo. But he seemed to have inherited his eyes from his mother, Pire, who was human. Nahuel was technically a hybrid, but had obviously inherited more Venusian genes, including the third arm, although his skin was slightly less sparkly than his father’s.

For the millionth time I read over the notes that were included in the file, hoping to familiarize myself with more of their culture, although we had spent the last two years studying all aspects of Venus in the course I took. For me, this trip was the chance of a lifetime. I had a whole year to immerse myself in all things Venusian, only requiring spending money due to the sponsorship of the exchange program by both the governments, who were keen to improve relations between the two planets.

As both her children were half human, Pire wanted them to learn about their heritage. Her family had been keen to participate in the Student Exchange Program and had sent their daughter Serena to Earth.

I must have dozed off, as I was awoken by the intercom announcing that we would be changing out of the anti-gravity setting in approximately five minutes and we were to fasten our seatbelts in preparation. I did as he recommended and spent the next five minutes staring at the photograph of Nahuel.

The pilot’s voice came over the intercom exactly five minutes later, announcing that the anti-gravity was now switched off. Once we acclimatized we would be allowed to use the food simulators located on the rear of the seat in front, and he would make a final announcement when we were entering orbit around the planet. We were on schedule to arrive on time.

All the training for space travel had prepared me and I re-acclimatized to the weight of my body fairly easily, using the techniques I’d been taught. Glancing at the replicator in front of me I decided on the typical American fare as I wasn’t sure how long it would be until I ate a hamburger and fries again. I pressed the right buttons and spoke into the microphone, but seconds later a grilled cheese sandwich and a mug of chai arrived on the replicator tray. Damned dodgy airline food! Being hungry, I ate it anyway.

It wasn’t too long before we were told to prepare ourselves for touchdown. I stowed my folder in my carry-on bag, straightened the seat from the recline position and held on lightly to the armrests. The landing was smooth, and before long we were exiting the shuttlecraft via the long chute connecting it to the Venus Space Centre’s docking bay. I couldn’t wait for a glimpse of my host family.

I recognised them right away. After all I had spent several weeks at home, as well as the duration of the long flight, gazing at their photographs. They were even more beautiful in person, I couldn’t wait to see them sparkling under the Venusian sun.

As was procedure, I followed the line of passengers through the metal detectors and the x-ray machine. I expected the same technology as we used on Earth. Unfortunately for me, Venus’s x-ray machines used ultrasound thermal imaging! There, on the ten feet high viewscreen for all to see, was the thermal view of me walking through the barrier, with a clear outline of the large rubber buttplug I had inserted this morning, thinking I would be able to smuggle it into Venus. In my wisdom, I hadn’t packed any other toys, and had decided against wearing my favorite metal one in case it set off the metal detectors.

If only I had known about thermal imaging ultrasounds, I moaned to myself.

Mortified, I caught the snickers of the security guards as they waved me through. Obviously I wasn’t the first passenger to disembark plugged. Red-faced I walked towards my host family.

Way to make a good first impression.

Ignoring the fact that they had all seen the image of my plug clearly on the screen, Joham stepped forward, shaking my hand in the earth greeting. He then stepped back, his feet neatly together and all three saluted me then waved their hands over their heads in the typical ‘Rimmer salute’ as was their custom. Although the first time I saw it, I must admit I’d laughed a little, I had practised many times during class and had finally got it down pat, so I was able to return his greeting with a modicum of respect.

“Welcome to Venus. Please call me Pire.” The attractive older lady smiled, drawing me in for a hug. “And this is our son, Nahuel.” She introduced him, her other hand patting his shoulder.

“Hello,” he nodded, eyeing me appreciatively. “I hope your trip was a good one, I do wonder why they didn’t send you by transporter though, it would have been far quicker.”

I glanced towards the teleporter. It was disconcerting, watching person after person appear as if from nowhere.

“I think they went for budget rate, plus I would have had to take the shuttle to the moon first anyway, as we don’t have them on Earth yet.” I explained. “Although this was my first time in space so I did enjoy the view.”

“Hmm,” he grinned flirtatiously. “Did you now? I enjoyed the view of you on the thermal screen.” he winked.

I felt my face heat up but managed a grin in return.

“I’m glad to see you are two hitting it off already,” Joham observed with a smile.

“They don’t call Venus the planet of Love for nothing,” Pire commented with a contented smile.

I didn’t quite know how to respond to that, we had only said a total of eighty three words to each other, so I simply smiled and nodded. We had been taught that Venusians were a lot less hung up than earthlings, and it seemed my teachings were correct.

“We will put you in Nahuel’s room then. It will be much more convenient for the both of you”, she continued.

Whoa, that was presumptuous. I glanced at Nahuel but he seemed very happy with his parents’ decision so I didn’t make any complaints.

“Well, let’s get home then shall we?” Joham suggested sweeping his hand to indicate the small queue for the teleporters.

As we stood in line for the ‘group transporters,’ I grew a little nervous. The technology had yet to come to Earth, although we all knew of it. I had heard horror stories of people arriving at their destinations with their heads on backwards, or on the wrong body.

My fears proved groundless though, and seconds after standing on the teleporter pad, we arrived safely in what I assumed was a part of their house.

“Are you hungry, Garrett?” Pire inquired, stepping lightly off the pad.

“I did eat a little on the shuttlecraft, but yes, thank you, I am.” I replied, keen to try my first meal on Venus.

“Joham and Nahuel are always hungry,” she smiled indulgently. “Why don’t you show Garrett to your room, Nahuel, and we’ll fix some lunch.”

“Sure Mom,” he said, nodding for me to follow him.

I don’t know what I was expecting. But really the house was fairly similar to earth houses, except for the teleporters of course, and the glitter. The walls were a plush burgundy, speckled with glitter that matched the sofa and the two easy chairs.

Nahuel lead me down a small metallic corridor lined with portraits of the family, pointing out the bathroom to the right and opening the door opposite it. He politely swept his hand indicating I should enter the room first. I thanked him and stepped over the threshold, immediately stunned into silence. The room was huge.

Decorated in the same burgundy tones as the glittery walls, with plush burgundy carpet, it was warm and inviting. A large circular bed stood under a bay window at the end of the room, taking up its entire width. To the left was a plush sofa that obviously had built in foot stools. On the opposite wall to the sofa was a massive plasma screen, next to a walk in wardrobe. The room gave the Hilton a run for its money.

“Why don’t you put your bags over by the closet, unless you’d like to unpack right away?” Nahuel asked, taking a seat on the couch.

“Nah, I’ll do it later.” I replied, placing my luggage just inside the open doors. “This is some room!” I added, in awe of my surroundings.

“It’s sufficient.” Nahuel shrugged, “Mom and Dad wont let me have my own teleporter in here though.”

“Well I’d love a TV like that in my room!” I exclaimed.

“Would you like to watch something before we eat?” he asked.

We settled on a Venusian action movie, although we talked through most of it. Nahuel filled me in on the school I’d be attending with him, all the while casting glances at me from under his eyelashes.

All too soon there was a soft knock at the door and Pire entered, telling us it was time for our meal.

Reluctantly we followed her back down the hall to what must be the dining room. The table was set with orange rectangular plates and traditional Mamosian anti-matter chopsticks.

I took a seat next to Nahuel, across from Pire, as Joham busied himself passing out our meals as they were replicated. It seemed that their replicator was working better than the shuttle’s had been, as the soup he served me was delicious. The Mercurian boomerang spoon proved a little difficult to operate though, and I ended up a little damp. It was not as difficult as the Mamosian anti-matter chopsticks though. The trick was to never allow the sticks to touch under any circumstances. Nahuel grimaced when my first attempt caused the food to hit him in the eye.

“You’re creating a reverse field. Try to keep the electron flow in the same direction.” He offered his advice calmly.

I gave up and tried to raise my glass of Mimosian telekinetic wine. Willing the liquid into my mouth successfully and telepathically deciding on it’s flavor. Mmm, I had always loved midouri cruisers!

Attempting to taste the meal again, I accidentally crossed the beams resulting in Joham being hit in the forehead with a large green blob of…something.

“Garrett, I sense you are trying to impress us. There really is no need.” He said with a laugh.

Pire handed me a fork and I sighed in relief, finally managing to eat my meal.

When everyone had finished, Joham cleared the table before replicating something very similar in taste to pistachio ice cream. He smiled at me kindly before handing me a spoon to eat with instead of the Mercurian boomerang utensils that I’d attempted to drink my soup with previously.

After dessert, we talked a while about Earth and Venus, our similarities and differences. Pire mentioned some of the sights she’d like to take me to see in the coming weeks. All in all I felt very welcome and comfortable with them.

After my third yawn, Nahuel offered to show me to the bedroom. I said my goodnights and we all did the Rimmer Salute before I followed Nahuel down the short corridor.

“Would you like to shower first?” Nahuel asked.

“That would be great,” I replied relieved. Space travel was worse than aeroplanes, and I really could do with freshening up.

I took some clean clothes from my suitcase, leaving it unzipped on the floor just inside the closet. Nahuel handed me a towel and showed me to his ensuite. The bathroom was bigger than my entire bedroom at home. A large circular bath dominated the room, with a glass enclosed shower at least several feet larger than the ones I was used to. After showing me how to turn on the water jets, Nahuel began removing his clothes.

“Are you joining me?” I asked in surprise.

“Of course.” He replied. “We always double up wherever possible.” he went on to explain about the shortage of water on Venus and made sure to reassure me that no, he didn’t shower with his parents. Apparently that would be too weird even for him.

I was in two minds about it. For one I didn’t want to remove my buttplug in front of Nahuel, but on the other hand I was really curious to see his three cocks. I’m pretty sure my gaydar was working and I’d picked up on Nahuel’s interest on me earlier in the evening, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to see my buttplug.

Nahuel solved my dilemma by quickly removing his pants and stepping under the spray. He turned and beckoned for me to join him but I was momentarily distracted by the sight of his three perfectly formed, and rather large, cocks happily doing the Mexican Wave at me. Either I was correct, and Nahuel was interested in me, or all cocks on Venus stood to attention at all times.

Forgetting my buttplug dilemma, I walked towards him, only remembering to peel my eyes away from his cocks when we were about a feet apart.

“See something you like?” Nahuel asked, smirking.