The Marnott Liaison

By M.R. Leenysman

When American diplomat Paul Gould is walking back from lunch, the alien Marnott land near the United Nations and Paul makes first contact with Counselor Gellor Tukta. He becomes their liaison to the U.N. When Gellor suggests a liaison of a sexual nature, Paul can't resist. Only to have both of them transformed by the experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.R. Leenysman
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370874620

M.R. Leenysman

M.R. Leenysman is a 50+ widower who discovered, after his wife's death, that he enjoys writing erotica. He hopes you enjoy the products of his imagination.

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The Marnott Liaison

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By M.R. Leenysman

Copyright 2017 M.R. Leenysman

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Arrival

Chapter 2: Dinner with Gellor

Chapter 3: Waking Transformed

Chapter 4: Threat Response

Chapter 5: Doctor's Lab

Chapter 6: Up, Up in the Air

Chapter 7: Founding a Species

Chapter 8: Migration

Chapter 9: Sextet Forms

Chapter 10: Earth First Attacks

Chapter 11: Conversation with Nano

Chapter 12: Dynatech

Back Matter

Chapter 1: Arrival

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My name is Paul Thomas Gould. The date my story begins was August 6th of 2025. Until then, I was a career diplomat working for the U.S. Deputy Permanent Representative to the United Nations, the deputy ambassador, in other words. Until the day that the Marnotts arrived and changed life on Earth forever, including mine most dramatically. I was on track to becoming an Ambassador myself when I wound up walking into making First Contact with the Marnott.

The press and the historians still insist that the Marnotts first landed at the U.N. headquarters in New York. The strict truth is they landed near the U.N Plaza, not at it, on a vacant plot of land to the south of the U.N. that was once a ConEd power plant. It had gone undeveloped for decades with nothing being built, after ConEd sold the land to developers and the power plant was removed. The Gorlak Embassy to Earth was built there, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I was returning from lunch at a Greek restaurant to the U.S. Mission across the street from the U.N. headquarters when the Marnott ship landed. The first sign of their arrival was that the chain link fences around the vacant property were smashed outward, sounding like the crumpling of tin foil held an inch from your ear. Along with the fencing, the bus stop along that side of 1st Avenue also crumpled. Thankfully, the stop was empty, as the bus had just picked up passengers a minute earlier. Several cars stalled and were also pushed away from that side of the street, without any collisions occurring. Their drivers exited the cars and ran, thinking that a bomb must have gone off.

I am told that I was the only person who didn’t run as far away as possible. So, I was the only one still in the right position to see the sun shimmer in the sky over the East River, right before the ship stopped camouflaging itself and settled to the ground at the river side of the lot, with no sign of dirt being blown away from retro jets. I found out later that their landing systems were electro-magnetic instead of using fuel as propellant, which explained the metal of the fences and bus stop being affected first.

My first impression was that the ship looked like a giant Hershey’s kiss, wrapped in gold. My second was of the poop emoticon come to life, complete with two apparent windows where the eyes would be. I would not be the last to make that comparison.

I cannot recall a conscious decision, but I walked across 1st Avenue and over the fallen chain link and the Jersey barriers that the chain link fencing used to sit upon. I was nearly 20 feet from the ship when the What the fuck are you doing? thought crossed my mind. That’s when a portal opened on the side of the ship and a ramp extended to the dirt of the lot. I continued my approach.

Hello, sir. What is your name? said a shadowy figure from the inside of that door. In perfect English.

Paul Thomas Gould. I work for the United States Mission to the United Nations. On behalf of mankind, welcome to Earth and the United States of America, I answered, blankly. You speak English?

Certainly, the being answered. What kind of diplomats would we be if we did not gain your languages before arriving on your world? Every language you have broadcast since you discovered radio, we have learned. I myself have the knowledge of 12 of your languages, including English.

The being stepped forward into the light, and I got my first clear view. Nearly six feet tall. Humanoid in basic shape, the immediate differences between us and them were blue hair, gold eyes and skin under a tunic and pants which extended into simple shoes around a broad foot. The ears reminded me of elves and Vulcans, lobes rising to a definite point. The long hands had six fingers with no thumb, but the hands were jointed in the middle so that the two halves could fold together, like a clam shell, with the three fingers on one side able to touch the three on the other. The eyes, nose and mouth were human looking, and the overall impression was of a tall, cute, but very boyish looking woman, with no breasts to speak of, but I had no way of knowing if that was accurate at all. This could be a male instead. Two more figures appeared behind it, even taller.

Let me introduce myself, it said. I am Gellor Tukta, from a planet we call Marn. Our species is called Marnott, both singular and plural, although we will accept Marnotts as plural as well, since that is the English standard. I am a Contact Initiation Counselor for the Gorlak Alliance, uniting over a thousand sentient species along the Orion arm of the Milky Way galaxy. It is my job to make first contact, leading to establishing an Embassy here. I am not the Ambassador, so should be referred to as Counselor Tukta.

Are all of those species humanoid, Counselor? I asked.

It laughed, at least that’s what I interpreted it to be doing, exposing teeth that had a second set of canines among the top row, saying, Not hardly. Perhaps 40% are even bipedal, but quite variant in other appearance. However, it is traditional that first contact duty is assigned to the species within the Diplomatic Service which is closest to the new civilization’s appearance, as well as having the physical ability to speak your languages. As you become adjusted to the idea of other species, you will be exposed to those who do not look like you at all. Make no mistake, however. We Marnott are a different species from your Homo Sapiens, we simply evolved a similar appearance and mode of reproduction. There are differences, plainly, from our hands and feet, to not being mammalian in the sense we do not produce milk for our young as your species does. So, while I am a Marnott female, I have no mammary glands, no breasts, nor even a nipple as your males do. My aides behind me are male, however.

The two males came forward, and I could tell that they were both taller and bulkier than Gellor, at least 6’4". I wondered whether the difference in size between the sexes was inherent in all humanoid species, or just another similarity with humanity leading to the Marnott being assigned to Earth. I would be rude to ask, so I remained silent.

I heard sirens approaching, and said, Well, Gellor, we’re about to have the company of a lot of gun-toting police officers. What’s the plan?

Their guns will not fire, I assure you, she said. Our ship is suppressing the explosive capability of their gunpowder as we speak. Once we establish communications with the local authorities, we expect to converse with your Secretary General and the Security Council. We landed by your United Nations for a reason, Mr. Gould. Or is Paul acceptable?

Paul is fine. Is Gellor acceptable, or should I continue to call you Counselor Tukta?

Gellor is good, she said with a smile. You mentioned that you work for the U.S. Mission. I would like if you could be our liaison for the time being, to help smooth things along?

Freeze! the first cop over the barrier shouted, before I could answer Gellor.

I turned with my hands out and said, "Officer, stand down. As you can see, Earth has its first Identified Flying Object. These are the Marnotts and they are here to establish diplomatic relations between a galactic alliance and us. They are not being hostile, and I would like to see that continue, understand me?"

And just who are you? the cop asked, not lowering his gun.

Paul Gould, assistant to the Deputy Ambassador from the U.S. to the U.N. And as of this moment, the liaison to the Marnotts, at their request. I was walking along First Avenue when they landed here.

The officer lowered his gun and leaned towards a radio mike on his shoulder, and as another dozen officers reached the scene, they kept their guns holstered. Soon,