Foreign Parts

By Foxxi Smolder

As a future interstellar ambassador, Ashe is determined to make her time at Fermi Academy count. But when her best friend reveals a surprising proposition, Ashe finds her studies of inter-species biology getting more intimate than ever before!

Ashe and Zephy are two of the closest friends you'll meet - even if Ashe secretly hopes for something more. But there's a problem: Zephy isn't human. Not only does she belong to a blue-skinned, pink-eyed alien race known as the Y'asi, she's actually a princess among her kind. And needless to say, alien princesses don't tend to go on dates with human grad students.

Can Ashe overcome the differences between their species and their status to win Zephy's heart - and possibly a way into her bed? If Zephy has anything to say about it, their experiment in xeno-relations is about to get hotter... and Ashe may end up learning just what Y'asi keep in their pants!

Read on for over 10,000 words of first time girl-on-alien-girl smut!

Excerpt:

Warmth suffused Ashe from her chest up to her cheeks. She looked back to see Zephy gazing at her expectantly.

“But now you’re here!” Ashe supplied, perhaps a bit too loudly.

Zephy smiled. “Yes, I am.”

“So...”

Before she could say another word, Zephy leaned forward, put her hand up to Ashe’s cheek, and kissed her.

The breath Ashe had been about to take caught in her throat instead, and she was put in the unexpected position of being unable to breathe, but not really caring. Zephy’s lips against hers were warm and satin-soft, which for some reason surprised her. She had almost expected Zephy’s mouth to be cold because of the blue tint to her lips.

As this observation bubbled up in her mind she giggled. Then, remembering where she was and what she was doing, she cut it short. But it was too late—Zephy had already pulled away, scanning Ashe’s eyes with a small line of worry standing out in the middle of her pristine forehead.

Ashe gulped for air. How was she supposed to explain that she was laughing at herself, not Zephy?

Somehow, something must have come through in her own expression, because after studying her for about half a minute Zephy broke into a broad smile.

“Finally!” she breathed. “I’m sorry, I’d just been wanting to do that all day and I only just got the chance to—”

Ashe cut her off with another kiss, this one desperate, fumbling, and all the more satisfying for it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Feb 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463038031

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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Foreign Parts

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Foreign Parts

By Foxxi Smolder

The loudspeakers blared the first of three chimes and Ashe bolted out of her seat, aiming to be the first one to exit the classroom before the bell finished its final ring. I’ll see you all next ten-day! warned her professor, but she was far beyond hearing, legs pumping, heart soaring, as she ran through the hallways of the distinguished Fermi Academy.

Never one to stop and admire the scenery, Ashe didn’t pause for a moment to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows of her institution’s halls. If she had, she’d see stars wheeling past in their fixed celestial routes, oblivious to the craft suspended among them. The establishment of Fermi Academy prided itself on placing students firmly in their interstellar setting, and so the space station in which the college was housed always showed the actual view instead of mere panoramic holograms.

Ashe was too busy to look. She had somewhere to get to, somewhere of utmost importance, and such mundane things as the star-scape surrounding the Fermi station couldn’t distract her.

She tore down the hallways, taking a turn right here, a left there, before skidding to a stop as she approached her destination: a corridor of classrooms just like the one she’d left, albeit with the doors still closed. Then she paused to catch her breath and restore some semblance of tranquility as the third bell chimed through the loudspeakers, announcing free period.

Ashe was dressed warm, though she didn’t have to in the temperature-controlled space station, in a blue uniform dress with a jacket over it. Aware of how her tear through the halls had rumpled it, she smoothed down the pleats in her skirt and hastily straightened her jacket’s sleeves. Next she ran her hands through her short-cropped hair, mussing the teal strands into a slightly neater arrangement.

She pushed her black glasses up her nose, and, aware of how nerdy it made her look, furrowed her brows to give the impression that she was a serious ambassador-in-training. That was her chosen track at Fermi—a major in interplanetary relations with secondary focus on language and political science.

Her neatening-up complete, Ashe was as presentable as she possibly could be. And she dearly wanted to look presentable, for the person she’d rushed here to meet placed serious stock in her appearance.

No matter how calm and composed she tried to be, Ashe couldn’t quell the pink in her cheeks, or the thumping of her heart beneath her professional-looking jacket. Twenty years old