Samuel was somewhat relieved when he realized that whatever this beast was had no intention of eating him. However, the method of showing that was not what he had seen coming. The beast ran its long, slick tongue across his face, causing his spine to tingle That was odd in itself, but was nothing compared to the fact that it buried his chest and half of his face between two massive plush and warm breasts. Each was larger than his head by far.

　　 They were ridiculous in their size, each as round as a small beach ball. That`s not surprising because she was far more massive than any human. Enough so that she was nearly constantly slamming into the ceiling when she scrawled back to let him up.

　　Before he could address why they were here, he spotted an alert on his arm-mounted control panel. Looking down at it, he watched a massive red wave flowing toward the outpost icon. The storm that was supposed to travel a few kilometers to the north had shifted. It was now flowing through the canyon and was about to batter the station.

　　That was nothing to worry about; the station could handle the winds and snow. The highest speeds were only supposed to be reaching around sixty kilometers per hour, so nothing special for this horrible rock—according to what he had been told when he took the job.

　　But with her here, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. Samuel hustled to close the door and button everything down. He would adequately address her in a few minutes. He swore they had a translator for the local lingua franca around here somewhere, but he would have to check the logs of what was in storage.

　　For now, Samuel worked his way deeper into the main building, signaling to the beast to follow. Heading through the living room to reach where the main control console for the outpost was. As he passed by the sofa, he heard the interloper struggle to squeeze past the door; when she burst past, she crashed through to the floor with a yelp.

　　 He should have expected that and tried to help her through. Her hips were at least two decimeters wider than the frame. He shrugged it off, hearing her complain and grumble while she stood back up; she was alive and able to stand to her full height in this room, at least. After securing everything and looking up her species` information, he could check to make sure she was not injured and see if she would leave. She was already interrupting his blissful solitude.

　　Samuel groaned and sat at the console. Following a few flicks of his wrist, he had ensured any of the satellites that the wind could damage were folded away. He could not hear the wiring motors attached to the roof over the dull, droning storm, but the indicators on the screen showed him the progress as they slowly tucked into the building.

　　Luckily, they sealed away without issue; otherwise, he would have been back out in the snow to fix that problem. Right now, he did not need that; enough problems had shown up today, namely one that was three meters tall and was currently lingering in the other room—at least he could not hear her breaking anything.

　　"OK, let`s see here. Local briefing, local briefing&Ah, there it is," Samuel muttered while scrolling through the thousands of documents the GU has set him up with for this mission.

　　Samuel read through the briefing packet for local fauna. He was reasonably sure, whatever her name was, was a member of the Varintol—the dominant and usually reclusive species of the moon.

　　As he read through the documentation on the Varintol, what little was outlined was of no use to him; all that was outlined on the main page was what he was already aware of. They had an odd mix of a matriarchal and elder reverence society, with the main leader being a female from a specified bloodline. Other than that, It explained nothing about them, their mannerisms, the locations of their villages, not even a rough idea of what they do.

　　 Until he spotted an addendum placed at the far end of the file.

　　Tapping on the file, an extensive medical document and research notes appeared on the screen. They were not recent, being labeled as last updated almost a hundred standard years ago. They must have been made by the first group who attempted contact with the Vartintol.

　　Samuel looked out the still-open door at his strange visitor. She was looking at a few of the storage racks, poking at a few boxes with her thick fingers, likely curious about the material. If what she had on her was anything to go by, she had probably never seen anything like plastics or extremely refined metals.

　　She wore some light brownish coverings with bits of the pelt retaining fur on them. They were clearly well-worn. It looked like she was wearing what someone would expect in a tropical climate with how little they covered.

　　A set of straps wrapped around her neck and back were barely visible past her shoulder length silver hair; tying a panel of furs in front of her voluptuous breasts, hugging them tightly. The small piece of cloth left her with a massive valley of cleavage and looked like it was a single swift motion from having her breasts pouring out.

　　 Hugging her hips was what looked like a loin cloth that barely covered anything at all, and just like the garb over her breasts, it looked like her figure was about to bust the knot holding it on open.

　　As she reached high up, Samuel noticed that she had a cute bushy tail that was about the size of a baseball. Its shape reminded him somewhat of a cross between a bear and a rabbit`s tail.

　　Beyond that, attached to her hip, was a belt with a myriad of simple pouches. What was inside of them was a mystery, other than the knife she had on her right side. However, calling that a knife was a bit of a stretch. It might as well be a machete with how large it was, easily being the size of his forearm.

　　 Her weight was distributed into all the right places: her breasts, thighs, and supple hips. Her hips were wider than her breasts and shoulder, but not in a way that looked wrong; It was very fitting to her height. She moved her weight well, with an odd amount of grace now that they were out of the deep snow. She practically danced between the shelves as she stared wide-eyed at the curious.

　　She started to bend over and look at a multitool on the lower self, poking at the polished metal tool. But that was not what caught his attention. The back of her lower covering raised slightly and revealed her large, round, and shapely ass. While Samuel`s late wife and past flames were not that large, they had a similar figure. She did not look horrible, quite good, in fact.

　　He wondered what grabbing her soft, furry rear would be like. He paused for a moment and shook those thoughts out of his head. He was just trying to learn a bit about her species and find the translator before sending her off. He was way too old to be thinking anything about romance or sex: His wife only died a few years ago—he had no right to even think about a human sexually, much less a three-meter-tall, furred alien, right?

　　Samuel turned his attention back to the medical documents and continued to read. Comparing it to her through quick glances, after a few looks, he was certain she was a Varintol. Everything about what he could see made sense, even if compared to what he was reading, she was far larger than average in literally every way.

　　Samuel tried desperately to find information outlining that she could survive the storm. For all he knew, she sensed it and was seeking shelter. To his dismay, the medical documents outlined little other than the basics of anatomy and what medical treatment the Varintol were able to receive. With the terminal being a wash, he just had to ask her.

　　A quick search revealed that there was a single translator on the base. Go figure: the GU determined that no more than one translator was needed because of the remoteness of the base and the reclusive nature of the Varintol.

　　 He knew it was because of the station`s budget; a good translator was in no way cheap, costing as much as most people`s yearly wage. That`s why the GU or planetary governments fronted the bill for them most of the time. Cheapscapes couldn`t have provided at least an extra if something happened to the first.

　　Samuel returned to the main room, where the supply list indicated the station`s translator should be. It was last listed as being placed on shelving unit number five. Luckily, that shelf was where she was messing around with a few of the wrenches. All that was fine so long as nothing was broken; for now, it looked that way.

　　Before he crossed the room, a golden hue caught his eye. He paused, looking at the table in the center of the room. The animal she was holding out to him was laid out on the table; he could tell she was offering it to him at the time. The thing was the size of a full-grown German shepherd. The fact that she held it out in front of her like it weighed nothing was not missed by Samuel.

　　"Why the fuck did you put it on the table?" Samuel exclaimed, looking at her and pointing at the carcass. "I have a deep freezer."If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

　　She turned back around after nearly dropping the multitool out of fright from him suddenly barking at her. After catching the falling wrench in her massive padded hands, she canted her head curiously, flittering her poofy ears before grumbling and growling.

　　"Right, I was after the translator," Samuel sighed.

　　Thankfully, Samuel had not been in a situation like this in years.

　　He quickly picked up Galactic Standard once the GU arrived, having become fluent within six Earth months. The only person he had ever been in this situation with was his former instructor, and that was only for practice reasons because he had a translator he would just shut off to critique the student`s verbiage and inflection in the proper tongue.

　　Moving around her, Samuel grabbed hold of the translator collar. This model was the same kind that his old instructor had. Its sleek build was easy enough to conceal underneath someone`s clothing and thus was very popular for those who were in cities. It was an adjustable collar made with an all-white exterior to make it more visually appealing for those who did not wear clothes. Likely, that visual appeal came at the cost of its structural integrity—most things worked that way.

　　Samuel held it out to the woman. She took hold of it in her hands, and he made the motions of collaring herself with it. The device used bone induction to transmit words to the wearer, while a small speaker on the front would translate her words for others. It was not a perfect solution, but worked well enough for most conversations.

　　He knew someone her size could use it; plenty of far more giant aliens used that exact model, after all.

　　Samuel felt his heart crack as she raised the translator to her neck, and it crumbled into dozens of small pieces. He snatched the remnants from her grip and prayed it was just the exterior was broken. But it wasn`t. He could easily see pieces of circuit board snapped in half amidst the components.

　　 After everything she had done so far, Samuel got a bit peeved.

　　She had destroyed dozens of panels outside that he had to fix. Freaked him out multiple times, Tackled him, and undoubtedly sprained his ankle, something he still had to wrap. Tossed a corpse onto his living room table, and now she broke their only chance of speaking so he could tell her to shove off.

　　"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Samuel barked, raising his voice higher and higher as he continued.

　　She immediately held her hand up and backed up into the corner, pleading in that language of hers. That was not helping Samuel at the moment; he wasn`t listening at all. This was supposed to be his peaceful grave; somewhere he could do a job and be left alone. Yet on day fucking one that had already been interrupted.

　　"For the love of everything, do you have any idea how much work you have caused me? And how much I will have to do to fix this!" Samuel yelled, shaking the crumbling device at her. "This thing is damn near irreplaceable, now you broke it!"

　　The massive woman started to lower herself to the ground, her back sliding against the back wall. She held up her hands and frantically gestured and whined and yelped. Desperately attempting to explain the situation.

　　 Samuel hardly paid any attention to what she was saying or doing. He gathered up the remnants of the only chance he had to tell her to leave clearly and tossed them back on the shelf while he continued to yell.

　　"God dammit, what`s next? Will you break the door again? The heating? My solar panels? or maybe my Verintluk?" Samuel yelled at the rest of the room, vaguely gesturing everywhere.

　　He looked back down at this arm-mounted control panel and continued to rant. "Fuck it and fuck you. I don`t want you here; people aren`t supposed to be my problem, and you aren`t even meant to be here. You should be off with your tribe. The storm should pass by morning. You will be fine. You`re built for it anyways."

　　Samuel pointed at the woman somewhat aggressively, about to scream at her to leave his home. With his attention finally going back to her, he bit his tongue immediately and felt a knot grow in his stomach, seeing her reaction to him yelling at her.

　　She was curled into a ball pressing against the wall and was shaking like a leaf. Her head was covered by her arms, ensuring the only things left in the open were places she could be hit without too much damage. While he could not understand a word she was saying. He could easily identify that she was crying—like she was horrified by him.

　　"Woah, woah, woah," Samuel said softly. "It`s alright. I can fix this thing."

　　Stepping closer, now that he had a chance to take a closer look at her, and was being attentive. Spots of her fur on her forearms and shoulders had some scarring, barely visible through her soft fur, but there.

　　Samuel reached out and gently touched the soft, warm fur on her forearm, shielding her face. She flinched and pulled herself tighter out of reaction as she whined again.

　　"hey & uh& you, I`m sorry I didn`t mean to scare you. It`s alright," Samuel said, rubbing his fingers through her silky white and gray fur.

　　 She continued to cower and cry for several minutes, long enough that being slightly hunched over made Samuel`s lower back ache. Her whining and shaking gradually lessened each time Samuel stroked her arm. Eventually, all Samuel heard was her sniffling slightly. At long last, she started to shift. Her fluffy ears popped out from her forearms, followed by her bright golden eyes hesitantly peaking over her arm at him.

　　Samuel could see the tears welling up in her eyes. That wasn`t right. His mother and wife both would have his head if they knew he made a woman cry, alien or not.

　　"See, it`s alright. I`m sorry about scaring you," Samuel said, whipping the tears from beneath her golden jewels.

　　Samuel still found the idea she was afraid of him mind-boggling. She could rip him apart with ease if she felt like it. Maybe she was more of a gentle giant than he initially assumed based on the damages she had caused.

　　Samuel groaned and stood up. He awkwardly extended a hand out of the massive Verintol. "Come on, I can get you something to eat."

　　She hesitantly reached out, nearly retracting her hand several times. When she took his hand, her soft, down-like fur warmed his palm instantly. Whatever insulation her coat offered was no joke; he could swear his hand was already sweating.

　　When the giant buxom woman stood, she nearly pulled him back to the deck with her. If Samuel had to guess based on the force she gave off and her size, she likely weighed at least a solid five hundred kilos. While he was only a hundred and some change.

　　That prediction was only given some more credence when Samuel convinced her to sit down on the sofa. The comparatively diminutive furnishing screamed in pain as it bowed and buckled under her as her soft thighs squished and flowed over the edges.

　　Several seconds later, it snapped nearly in half. The frame just beneath her loudly collided with the floor, and her eyes shot to Samuel. Overflowing with worry and embarrassment. Clearly, she was afraid he would scream at her again when she began to grumble and whine again.

　　"It`s alright," Samuel said gently, holding his hands up. She saw the gesture and muttered something while raking her claws on her fluffy thighs.

　　"Just stay there. I will clean up and get you something to eat," he smiled before hefting the carcass off the table and heading toward the storage room.

　　Samuel quickly tossed the carcass into the deep freeze. Not that he had any plan of cooking it anytime soon; for all he knew, some parasite in that creature would kill him. He would have to do more research before ever considering cooking or preparing it.

　　Afterward, Samuel stuffed his left cargo pocket with a pair of MREs. There was no way he was going to be cooking right now. He might make breakfast in the morning, but for now, he was beaten and tired; the brown plastic bagged and freeze-dried meals would work fine.

　　He grabbed a pack of ice-cold beer from the walk-in fridge and turned to go back to his strange company.

　　A thought gnawed at the back of his mind as he closed the fridge: how she was acting. The Varintol were supposed to detest outsiders and not want anything to do with the GU. Why did she come here? That question, coupled with how she was afraid of him, he wondered if she seemed so eager because she was running from something.

　　He sighed and gave into the idea that he would not be able to know until he repaired the translator, and that would take him at least a day or two of uninterrupted work. God only knew when he would get that; If she refused to leave and he tried to force the matter, it`s not like he could force her out. She was too large for him to remove physically. And the only other thing he could see happening was she would cry again. Neither solution was something he could stomach.

　　Samuel groaned and lowered himself onto the sofa next to her. He had never planned on anyone else being here, so he had to sit here; this was the only couch. Because the sofa`s surface was bending towards her, it pulled him down until her soft, warm thigh and hip pressed against him. He tried to scoot away slightly, but that did not go well as he immediately started to slide towards what might as well be a gravitational pull once again.

　　She looked down at him and scooted closer, pressing her warmth into him. Having obviously misunderstood why he was sitting so close. She grumbled a few things and leaned closer. Samuel averted his eyes from the view deep into her cleavage and focused on the food. Praying the distraction might prevent any more misunderstandings.

　　He set all the Items on the table, putting a beer and one of the MREs in front of the woman. He cracked open the beer can and took a deep swig, the refreshing beverage soothing his dry throat and dousing the strange nerves growing in his gut. He should now be enjoying having her this close.

　　He leaned forward and switched on the portable electric kettle. Thankfully, he left it filled with water when he went shooting a few days ago, so it was ready. The light-activated and indicated the short amount of time needed until the water was boiling. It only took at most three minutes to boil the entire pot, which could make half a dozen of these meals.

　　As Samuel looked at his Meal and smiled, it was beef stew, and she had spaghetti. Both are good options for out here in the middle of nowhere.

　　He started to open the MRE but was interrupted as the woman gently poked at his side with her large finger. Looking over at her, She was carefully holding the plastic bag the meal was sealed inside between two of her claws in her other hand, and sniffed at it.

　　 Samuel chuckled. He was not used to having anyone around who was not used to technology or modern convenience.

　　He was glad to see that she was being more cautious after destroying the translator—though the freeze-dried meal was likely the only thing she probably did not have to be gentle with.

　　"Here, just follow my lead," Samuel said, shifting so she could see the meal pack as he began to open it.