Holiday on Omega

Descending down towards a row of landing pads on the roof of a hotel, Arrutis was glued to the window of the skycar taxi that he and his family were packed inside of, the 14 year old Turian's eyes glowing in awe and amazement at the sprawling sights of Omega splayed out before him, 
"This… this is almost bigger than the Citadel!" 
The teenager's mother nodded with a smile, reading a brochure for the gigantic mining station while his father mostly just focused on paperwork, 
"Yes, it houses nearly eight million residents, and several more million visitors passing through each day, apparently."
The boy hadn't ever seen anything like the distant streets below him, the sea of thousands of people going about their days, giant glowing signs and whizzing skycars making sure that even the skies above the slums weren't tranquil for a moment. Arrutis had spent most of his life in a colony, with the occasional visits to Citadel, both locations paling in comparison with the busyness of just a single street of the eezo mining station built into an asteroid, captivating the young Turian. He hadn't ever visited Omega before, but had eventually managed to talk his father into taking him along to one of the man's business trips to the station, though the convincing wasn't exactly easy. His parents were well aware of the less than stellar reputation of Omega, with the station being almost entirely made up of gangs, mercenary groups, destitute refugees, corporations looking to skirt the laws of more reputable habitats, and any other scum and villainy that one could think of. The teen was finally able to talk his father into letting him tag along by appealing to the man's pride and the honour of their family, sweet talking his dad by going on a spiel about how much he admired his business and wanted to learn all about it, so he could grow as a man and one day take over the business. His mom was able to see through the show that her son had put on, but she allowed the kid to come along nonetheless, unable to say no to the teen's enthusiasm and thinking that he'd be safe as long as he stayed in the more tourist-y areas of Omega. 

With the automated skycar setting the family down on one of the landing pads, the trio of Turians stepped out, bags in tow as they were met by a greeter at the roof, leading them over to an elevator. Though Omega overall had a look that could most charitably be described as "gritty", the hotel actually seemed quite luxurious, easily matching up to any of the high end establishments on the Citadel or Illium. The surprising glamour of the hotel, and all of the other similar places designed to appeal to rich tourists, could be attributed to the high-level organised crime on Omega, with many of the top families and gangs running their own establishments, using their power and influence to make sure that any of the dirty dealings of Omega would stay far away from their spots so as not to scare away tourists and investors. Arrutis however was more interested in the more grimy side of the mining platform, excited to peek on the other side of the curtain after spending most of his life in the relative safety and boredom of his home colony, trying to peek past the large glowing advertisements on all of the windows and look down at the slums below as his family were led over to their room. The boy's father thanked the Quarian working as the hotel's staff and handed the suited man a few credits before signing into the system, the door to their room opening up after a few keystrokes. The Turians didn't have long to settle in their room, as the father had an immediate meeting lined up at the beginning of the evening, and the mother was eager to get out and meet an old friend that happened to also be visiting Omega. The plan was for Arrutis to accompany his mom, but just before leaving, the boy gave a strained groan while holding his belly, catching the attention of his dad, 
"What's wrong?" 
"Oh… n… nothing, my belly's just a little… unsettled…"
The man scoffed, 
"Should've known that that damn Quarian would get us sick!" 
"Dad… Quarians don't get us sick, they get sick FROM us. A… and besides, I think it was just the shuttle here, the dextro rations they served didn't really sit right, I'll be alright."
The mother knelt beside the teen, gently stroking his cheek as she checked him out, smiling sympathetically, 
"Will you be able to come with me tonight?" 
"It… might be safer for me to stay here, just for this evening. I'm sure it'll pass by tomorrow."
She thought about it for a few seconds, eventually relenting and nodding, rising to her feet as she gave the boy a gentle pat, 
"Alright, stay here and rest, try to eat a little, I packed those energy bars you like in my bag. But remember, don't come out of the room, and definitely don't leave the hotel, understand?" 
Arrutis nodded as he sat down on the edge of one of the beds, still clutching his belly as he waved goodbye to his parents, the uncomfortable look on his face fading away the moment he heard the door clicking closed, replaced by a sly smirk. 

As soon as he was certain that he was alone, Arrutis rose to his feet, showing no signs of the stomach bug that he'd claimed to be suffering from as he sprinted over to the window, peering up towards the skies for any signs of the skycar that his parents were taking. Though it was his first visit to Omega, that didn't mean that the boy hadn't spent some time on the extranet, researching the destination in detail, especially the more exotic diversions that the lawless station had to offer. He was yet to lose his virginity, something that the horny teen was more than a little impatient to finally do, but unfortunately his family was among only a few non-human families in his home colony. He didn't have anything against humans, but he couldn't really see himself bedding one, which left him with very few options for a partner outside of the few times a year when he could join his dad on a business trip. The trips weren't long enough for him to hook up with someone the usual way, but Arrutis certainly wasn't against the idea of paying for a bit of fun, having already put aside the occasional handful of credits for more than a year. He'd originally hoped to sneak into one of the brothels on the Citadel, but even the seediest of places there was still too careful to just let in an underage teen without any questions, but Omega had no such standards according to everything he'd read and seen online. Grabbing the credit chit of saved up pocket money he'd stashed in his bag, the young Turian glanced down at the busy streets below one last time, feeling his heart picking up as he imagined himself in the middle of the crowd, nervous but undeterred, a slight tightness in his pants making him only more anxious to get out and finally lose his virginity.

The boy had already picked out a specific brothel that seemed to offer a wide range of services for cheap enough that he could afford it, while still being fairly close to the hotel his family was staying at, a map of the surrounding streets and a preplanned route to his destination already programmed onto his pad as he stepped out, trying to look confident and calm as he walked into the elevator and headed for the bottom floor. Since he couldn't take a skycar, due to the risk of either his mom or dad noticing the extra charge on their account if he did, Arrutis had to walk to the brothel on foot, the sights, smells, and sounds of the busy street almost knocking him to the ground as soon as he stepped out of the hotel. He saw many species that he hadn't ever come across in his previous travels, trying not to gawk at the Batarians and Vorcha, though even many of the Turians he saw were very different from the ones he knew, with more than a few of them sporting no clan markings on their faces at all. Trying his best to blend in and look inconspicuous, the teen walked into the crowd, keeping out of any little side streets and alleyways as much as he could, trying to keep the mercenaries hired as guards within earshot at all times just in case he'd need help. 

After a dozen minutes of brisk walking, the kid finally spotted his destination, peeking down an alleyway to see a glowing sign plastered on a half-dilapidated building at the end of it, a hologram of a blooming white lotus flower hovering over the name of the brothel:
"The White Lotus" 
Without dawdling around in the dark side streets for a moment longer than he needed to, Arrutis headed straight for the building, slightly anxious at the sight of a pair of mercs guarding the door, hoping that he wouldn't be stopped at the last leg of his journey. One of the mercenaries, a bored and almost asleep Krogan leaning on his shotgun, didn't even bat an eye at the approaching teen, while the other guard, a slightly more alert-looking salarian, only rolled his eyes at the kid. With his heart trying to crawl up his gullet, Arrutis walked right past the unamused mercs and stepped through the metal sliding doors into the windowless building, hearing muffled music coming from within that grew louder and louder as he walked deeper into the place. Rounding a corner, the boy was faced with a large open venue filled to the brim with obscenities and degeneracy, every inch of his vision filled with lewdness the likes of which he could only barely imagine. The middle of the large room was taken up by a circular bar, with several half-nude, and fully nude, women serving drinks to the patrons, a few of them walking around with trays to deliver orders to the private rooms near the back. The sides of the area were mostly made up of couches and chairs, letting groups of men huddle up and enjoy their choice of entertainment, whether it be an Asari dancer in tight-fitting commando leathers, or a human dressed in nothing but high heels going from lap to lap and sitting down on whatever pole was presented to her, one group of mercenaries with very particular tastes even groping a female Salarian in one corner. Arrutis stood at the entrance for almost a minute, just staring and taking in the sights in awe, blushing as he felt a heavy rise in his loins, only getting a move on as a pair of impatient men pushed him aside to walk past. The building was thankfully in a slightly better state inside than what it seemed from the outside, but all of the spilled drinks, and god only knows what other liquids, coating nearly every surface meant that the boy still tried to do his best not to lean or sit down on anything, carefully stepping forward as he looked around anxiously. 

Stuck in the middle of the brothel, unsure of what to do or where to go, Arrutis was certain that he looked like a fish out of water to anyone paying attention, only increasing his nervousness as he awkwardly stood around. The boy thought about ordering a drink from the bar like many of the other patrons were doing, but quickly shot down his own idea due to the very limited supply of credits. Plus, he didn't know anything about alcohol, and probably would've just made it that much more obvious that he didn't belong there if he had tried to order a drink, sure that he'd at least blow his cover when it came time to actually drink it. The teen surveyed the groups of women still up on offer, trying to decide what species his first time should be with, staring with an overwhelmed look on his face as he weighed his options. A Turian lady was the obvious choice, but many of the men online seemed to always be raving about the Asari, though the kid was horny and desperate enough that he'd probably even have a roll in the hay with a Vorcha if need be. The brothel certainly wasn't lacking for options, with females and a handful of males paraded all around the place, beckoning for anyone to come and hire them. The boy even saw a pair of Varren being led into one of the private rooms, spotting a pink slit underneath the tail of one of the ferals as he stared on, dumbfounded for a moment before shaking it off with a slight laugh, thinking that he probably wasn't quite that adventurous. Even if Arrutis had figured out who exactly he wanted to spend the evening with, he still didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do next. Was he simply supposed to walk up to one of the ladies and ask for a session, would he need to use some sort of secret phrase? Psyching himself out, the teen was starting to have second thoughts about the entire thing, getting cold feet at the last step, almost turning around and abandoning his idea right then and there as he thought about all of the ways it could go wrong and end up humiliating him. Unbeknownst to the young Turian, he was being watched from a lone corner the entire time he was freaking out, a pair of curious eyes studying him closely while he debated sprinting back to his hotel room. 

Unable to go through with it in the end, Arrutis chickened out and spun on his heels, heading back towards the entrance tunnel with a disappointed look on his face. Just before he could make it out, the boy was stopped by a hand landing on his shoulder, startling him as he looked back to see a female Krogan grinning at him, standing almost twice his height, dressed in robes that seemed surprisingly modest for such a locale, 
"Going already~?" 
"I… uhh…" 
"How about you join my table for a moment."
Unable to say no to the much larger woman, much in part due to him knowing that Krogan didn't necessarily deal with rejection that well, the boy followed behind her as she sat in a corner booth, sliding over to make space next to her, 
"My name is Tanar."
The teen stood in front of the table for a moment before realising that the spot was for him, quickly sitting down as he cleared his throat awkwardly, 
"I'm… I'm Arrutis…" 
"What are you here for, Arrutis?" 
Tanar watched with a smirk as the young man stammered and squirmed at the question, too shy to just come out with it even with all of the debauchery that was happening all around them. She didn't need him to say anything however, having already guessed exactly what was going on the second she'd spotted the teenager stepping in, only wishing to tease the kid and see a Turian getting flustered for once. Arrutis' blush only deepened as he was stopped by a hearty laugh from the female before he could even get a single coherent word out, 
"That bad, huh? Well, you certainly do need to ease up, kid."
Tanar stared the boy in the eyes for several seconds, her smirk making him uncomfortable as she eventually chuckled, 
"Tell you what, I'll do you a favour: thousand credits and I'll give you a first time you won't ever forget. The other whores aren't gonna let a kid screw 'em, but I think you're kinda sweet, I don't wanna see you leave without getting what you're here for."
Arrutis was taken back by the offer, not having even pondered about a Krogan as his first lay before the suggestion, finding the thought of the woman out of her robes and splayed out before him surprisingly agreeable. The boy pulled out his credit chit, his expression changing to a sheepish smile as he held it out towards Tanar, 
"I've… only got 500 creds… is that enough for… something at least?" 
The Krogan stared at the boy and his pocket change, sighing as she shrugged, 
"You know what, forget about the money, you can keep it. Consider it my contribution towards the Krogan-Turian diplomacy, maybe you'll think twice before you neuter us all the next time you start getting annoyed. Now follow me."

The boy followed Tanar as she led him into the back of the building, going down a flight of stairs to reach a hallway lined with small private rooms. Though to call them "private" might have been a bit of a misnomer, as many of them had their original sturdy metal doors broken and missing, replaced with just about any sort of door that the people running the place had managed to scavenge together, no matter whether it stopped sound or had windows on it. Some of the missing doors were even replaced with a simple string strapped along the doorway and a curtain hung from it, giving Arrutis a quick lesson on Varren anatomy as he accidentally peeked into one of the rooms with the curtain left half-open, spotting a male Krogan buried quad-deep in the female feral, both moaning in bliss as Tanar simply rolled her eyes and pulled the curtain closed the rest of the way, 
"If you're into that sort of stuff, don't touch the wild Varren running around on the streets. They're perfectly friendly, mind you, probably friendlier than even the domesticated ones on Tuchanka, but you'll get scale-itch from just looking at them. Don't ask me how I know."
Blushing at the cacophony of lusty moans and grunts that filled the cramped hallway, the Turian followed the Krogan almost all the way to the back, stepping into a free room that thankfully still had a door that could provide some privacy. The little room was mostly taken up by a bed stuffed into one of the corners, a small desk and a holoscreen shoved on the other side. It was surprisingly clean, if not fairly sparse, with the bedsheets seemingly getting changed between uses, much to the teen's relief. He sat down at the edge of the bed, his hands squeezing the mattress anxiously as he watched the much more relaxed woman walking to a small control panel on the wall, humming a tune as she dimmed the overhead light slightly, having to bend over to fiddle with the holographic panel obviously made for much smaller species. Arrutis wasn't sure whether the Krogan was doing it on purpose or not, but her pose left her flank stuck out directly towards his face, her little tail lifted up slightly as her robes hung down to the floor, the flowing fabric hugging her body and giving the boy a good preview of her form waiting underneath. 

With the overly sharp lights dimmed slightly and some steamy music setting the mood, as well as dulling the sounds of slapping coming from the next room over, Tanar turned back around to see the shy teen at full mast already, his head quickly turning away as he squeezed his thighs together in an attempt to hide the throbbing erection trying to poke through his pants, getting a chuckle from the Krogan. Wanting the boy to relax, she decided that she'd get undressed first, standing in front of him as she slowly peeled off her robes, revealing a lovely crimson hide underneath, thick and muscular while still undeniably feminine, the Turian's eyes immediately drawn to her loins as soon as he noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was the first time he'd seen a female Krogan in the nude, watching with his mouth hanging open as she spread her legs and thrust her hips towards him, her tough hide growing more pale in colour as it crept towards her crotch before turning into a lovely shade of pink right at her slit, the texture of her lips and the inviting folds between looking surprisingly soft, a single glistening bead of honey clinging to the crest of her mound as she grinned, 
"Take it all in, little boy. Not many outside of Tuchanka are ever going to see a sight like this~" 
She could see the growing curiosity in the Turian's eyes, stepping closer and putting a hand on his head, tossing one leg up onto the bed and bringing her slit almost right up to the kid's face, 
"Don't be shy, you can touch me all you want~" 
Gripping his cock with one hand as he bit his lip with a soft whimper, Arrutis brought his other hand to the Krogan's wet mound, rubbing his fingers up and down her lips as she let out a deep sigh, easily swallowing up the digit he pushed inside of her. Tanar was exactly as soft on the inside as she looked, her pillowy walls clamping down around the finger to form a tight tunnel as she huffed, a couple drops of her pleasantly musky juices slipping onto the boy's lap as he moaned at the feel. The woman reached down for his pants, pulling them down with no signs of resistance from the teen as she finally laid eyes on the Turian's cock in all of its glory, grinning as she spit on the palm of her hand before grabbing onto the throbbing shaft, slowly stroking Arrutis as his moans grew louder. 

Watching as the boy's tip leaked all over her hand, his fingers pistoning in and out of her slit, Tanar let her little protégé fondle her to his heart's content, trying not to pop his cork before he'd even gotten inside of her yet. After a few minutes of feeling up the Turian's length, the woman stepped back and watched as his fingers pulled out of her, climbing onto the squeaky bed on her hands and knees, her flank pointed at the teen and her stumpy tail raised up, 
"Alright, I think it's about time that you become a man~" 
With his horniness overpowering his shyness, Arrutis pushed his pants off completely and got into position behind the larger female, hugging her waist and leaning on her back as he tried to get into a good position, having some difficulty planting his tip at her lips with both of their nethers coated in slippery juices. Tanar waited patiently for the teen to fiddle around behind her, not wanting to hurry him along or cause any more pressure than what he was already feeling, laying her head down with a soft moan as his tip glanced across her clit. Arrutis finally managed to get his shaft at a good angle, clinging to the Krogan as he pushed hard, gritting his teeth as the woman's wet lips gave way and allowed him to sink all the way down to the base. He didn't stay hilted for long however, quickly pulling out to ram back into the tight passage once more, his buck causing Tanar to rock forwards as she hissed in pleasure, 
"There you go, good boy~! Don't hold anything back, I can take it!" 
Happily obeying, Arrutis ploughed into the larger female as he already felt his orgasm creeping up on him, moaning and panting as hard as the feral Varren just a few rooms down as he leaned over the Krogan's back, his carapace slamming into the tough hide of her flank as the bedsheets below the pair were soaked through with her nectar. Pounding away at Tanar's mound, making the bed squeak and creak like it was about to fall apart, Arrutis managed to hold on for several minutes before the inevitable finally happened and he came, trembling and grunting as he clung to the Krogan's tail while shooting his load, staying still while she shoved her rear back against his cock, her tongue dangling down from her maw as she moaned. 

Emptying a whole month's worth of cum into the female, the young Turian was overcome by the sheer force of pleasure, falling forwards and draping himself over the Krogan's ass for the latter half of his orgasm as he groaned hard, hugging her waist as she panted. Tanar let the boy finish up inside of her before finally gently pushing him off and to the side, rolling onto her back next to the teen and glancing down between her spread legs, dipping a finger into her creampied cunt and pulling it out to see the flood of cum that gushed out, leaving a trail on the bed as she laughed, 
"For a Turian, that was actually quite impressive! You ought to think about shacking up with one of us rather than some dainty little Turian girl, would be a shame to see all that spirit and spunk wasted~" 
The woman laid back down next to the spent teen, sighing contently as she hooked an arm around his shoulders, glancing over at the clock as she idly fingered herself with the other hand, 
"You don't have to be anywhere for an hour or two still, right? Because now that you're not a virgin anymore, it's time you learn how to really pleasure a woman, and we're gonna start out with your tongue~"