All That Glitters Ch. 37

All That Glitters -- Ch 37

Certification of Ambassadors and a vacation at Denders

The Sentient Community ambassadors are accredited to the Union. Everyone takes a vacation at Denders. This is just a fun chapter, as everyone needs a vacation now and then, but with thousands of non-human sentients at a human resort for the first time ever, all kinds of things can and will happen, even a few bad things...

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Due to the number of abbreviations, ship listings, and list of characters, in this story, I include a glossary that is now in a stand-alone chapter called 'All That Glitters: Notes'. Any and all information that you want or need to know about the series is included in Notes. It will be updated frequently simply by re-issuing the chapter to Literotica.

There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary to read previous chapters to fully understand where we are.

As before, I claim sole responsibility for the story line. This story is a fantasy, with no basis in reality. Any similarity that you may perceive to current events, people, or situations real or imaginary is completely unintended. Look no further than the story line for its intent and purpose.

A big shout out to SaddleRider for all the help she has provided in editing. With her guidance, I'm making fewer and fewer errors, but she still finds them. If you find any errors still left in this chapter, they are mine.

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High Orbit, Terra, The Sol System

In high orbit, above the planet Terra, three of the large, spherical, Djinaëte ships came into being. They contacted Planetary Control and asked for a parking orbit as they slowly descended into the gravity well of the planet.

Once they were established, they began disgorging shuttle after shuttle of VIP's to the planet, destination: Denders Resort.

Not long after, The Valour, followed by The Wanderer, jumped into high orbit and began their own descent to Terra...

Denders Resort, Terra, The Sol System

The customs agents had just finished setting up the extra stalls when the first of the VIP shuttles began to land at the Denders Shuttle Port. For the first time ever, customs agents were about to welcome to Terra their very first aliens! (Mind-Ur having arrived on Terra after being granted citizenship in the Union, the members of the House of Ur included under her name).

As the shuttles disgorged their passengers, they immediately leapt back into the sky, returning to their ships for the next group of eager vacationers.

Moving along the back of the customs agents was Juanita Invierno, UDC functionary whose task it was to ensure that things went smoothly over the next week. Juanita knew she didn't have the experience nor the rank necessary for this task, why she got it she had know idea, but she was determined to make the best of this opportunity.

The first of those she recognized as Byandi began to move to the makeshift customs stalls, eager to begin their vacation on Terra. Juanita activated her comp's translator, fortunately now upgraded with the latest language matrix.

"Name," said one of the customs agents.

"No thank-you, I already have one," said a Byandi female.

"Gressa, you idiot, he is asking for your name for the registry!" said one of her friends.

"I know that, Meela. I was only teasing him," the one called Gressa returned. "Apologize for my earlier remark but, I mean, we are on vacation on a brand new planet, and I can smell the ocean!"

At her comment, the other Byandi took in exaggerated breaths, breathing deeply of the scent of salt water, smiles wafting over their excited faces. For many, it was their first breath of salt air in many months.

Gressa wrapped her arms around her torso, hugging herself in her pleasure, unfortunately, that tended to emphasis her nude torso, pushing her breasts up most blatantly. The customs agent was desperately trying not to look, forcing himself to stare at Gressa's eyes, as he responded to the giddy female. Despite the bluish tint to her skin, those breasts were phenomenal!

"That kind of teasing can get you sent right back up to the ship, Gressa," a more mature female voice entered the conversation. "You would not want to spend the next ten days up there instead of down here."

The Byandi swiftly moved apart, letting the speaker move forward. Like all the Byandi, she was not wearing anything over her torso, but she did have a sash hanging from her left shoulder to her right hip, marking her as one of the dignitaries.

"Good morning, sir. I am Porra, Byandi Ambassador at Large, here to present my credentials," the female stated, placing her wrist comp over the sensor in the customs agent's stall. The device beeped and an image of the Ambassador appeared on the agent's screen, confirming she was indeed Porra and the Ambassador select.

"This is Mottu, the Chargé d'affaires at our Embassy, and that is Nolra, our aide," Porra identified the other two as they placed their wrists over the sensors.

The agent logged their presence at Denders and pointed them out to Juanita who stepped forward.

"Good-morning, Ambassador Porra, I am Juanita Invierno, representing the Union Diplomatic Corps. It is my job to ensure that all goes smoothly over the next ten days for you and your people," Juanita stated.

"How difficult will that be?" Porra asked with a smile. "I have a half day of business presenting my credentials and then nine and a half days of pleasure at this resort. It should be a simple vacation for myself and my staff."

Juanita returned the smile and pressed her comp to Nolra's, getting a beep and a rumble. "Regardless, if you have any issues, please have your staff contact me immediately. Denders has graciously provided several small and medium-sized conference rooms, with two larger rooms available on request, should there be a need for formal or informal discussion. I have access to all of them and can direct you to one or another according to your requirements."

"Yes, with our Minister of Trade and our Minister of Foreign Affairs here, there will likely be a need," Porra conceded. "I thank the UDC and Denders for your foresight."

Juanita bowed to the ambassador and turned them over to Sylvie Triand who, with a small troop of assistants, was handing out room assignments and directing a fleet of small electric carts and porters to ensure that the guests got themselves and their belongings to the resort, which was five kilometers away, comfortably. The Byandi were already feeling the heat.

Those that did not have wrist comps were given colourful plastic bands with chips that were synchronized to the resort's computers, allowing them access to their rooms, restaurants, amusement park, and other locations.

The Byandi swiftly moved through customs as another group of shuttles landed, this time with Toolend and Umick stepping out of the vessels. The process kept up for most of the morning. By the end, 5,823 guests had arrived for the next ten days. Denders was going to be little busier than normal this summer.

The resort was set up in two sections with twenty guest blocks set up in two, ten-block sections, each section consisting of five blocks facing each other around a pool that ran the full length of the resort's one and a half kilometer length. The sections were named the Majestic, and the Elegant.

Between the two sections, were the main administrative buildings, including the main reception, two large cafeterias, the 8,000 capacity outdoor theater, various spas, and the main entertainment plazas for group dancing in the evening. Other, smaller plazas, were dotted around the resort.

On the outside of each of the two sections were a series of ten private villas, each with a private pool. They were the most expensive rents at the resort.

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The extended Piscium family was sitting in the splendidly decorated main cafeteria, taking their lunch. Around them, were many of the Byandi, who were fascinated by the human children. Most of those who were at the table had never seen human children before and were making sounds of amusement to Ikekia and Zarrenia, the children's grandparents more than slightly amused at the attention the children were receiving. Ikekia was playing the waving game, getting responses from her table mates that delighted her, eliciting happy giggles from the little girl and smiles and coos from the Byandi and the cries of excitement from the Cats, who were basking in the glory of all the attention Ikekia was getting, Zarrenia being too young to respond yet.

Fayad had just brought plates of food for his two wives, setting them in front of them and getting kisses from his mates for bringing the food.

"Oh, you look like such a happy family," Gressa said wistfully.

"Do you not have a mate, or an intended, Gressa?" Hanalei asked.

"Not yet, but there are a couple of males that I am interested in, and who are interested in me," Gressa admitted. "How is it that you seem to stay in such apparent love for each other?"

"There is a secret to being a very happy female in a relationship, Gressa," Junelliya explained. "There are five rules that you must follow.

"The first, is that it is important that a male helps you around the house and has a job," Junelliya stated.

"The second, is that it is important that a male makes you laugh," Hanalei chimed in.

"The third, is that it is important to find a male you can count on and who does not lie to you," Lamees Sarraf, Hanalei's mother explained.

"The fourth, is that it is import that a male loves you and spoils you," Zallene Falta, Junelliya's mother finished.

The four ladies took a little bit of food and something to drink, driving Gressa, and the other attentive Byandi females, wild with anticipation.

"You said there were five rules, Junelliya," Gressa prompted after a bit.

"Oh, the fifth rule is very important," Ikekia Houll, Fayad's mother, told all those who were now eagerly leaning in to hear. "The fifth and final rule is that it is very important that these four males do not know of each other."

Ikekia got shocked looks from those around the table before the Byandi realized that they had been taken in, then they started their distinctive laugh.

"You were pulling our webs!" Gressa said, with an exaggerated pout (same as 'you are pulling my leg' for humans).

"We couldn't resist, Gressa," Junelliya admitted. "It is an old joke on Anuura that is often told to young females just becoming adults.

"I will give you this piece of advice for when you decide on the right male for you. Relationships are based on love, trust, and communications.

"Love sets all things rolling and continues to allow your relationship to flourish and grow. Trust allows you to depend on your partner and do things for each other that you would not do for others. Communications is always important. If you cannot communicate with each other, then you will eventually fall out of trust, and out of love.

"Of the three, communications is the most flexible, it prevents misunderstandings and staves off unnecessary arguments; it also allows lovers to pass their thoughts back and forth to each other. However, while communications is important, all three are needed for a solid relationship," Junelliya told them.

"Thank-you for that, Junelliya," Gressa smiled. "Those are wise words that I will always try to remember and follow."

"Where did you find such a male?" one of the other Byandi females asked. "I have never seen one of our own that I am that interested in."

"We actually met Fayad here at Denders," Hanalei told them. "I was working at the compound North-East of here. When Fayad met me, I was one of the Fullohd, the unlucky. My own family had abandoned me, set me adrift, when I was declared Fullohd.

"Fayad challenged me. When I told him I was Fullohd, he said 'only if you wish to be'. I realized then that he saw me not as one of the Fullohd but as a female worthy of his attention. It was then that I decided I would be his wife," Hanalei ended with a brilliant smile for Fayad.

"Fayad saved me from a great sea beast," Junelliya stated, showing the image of the shark and the necklace with the large tooth on it.

"We have seen those in the water near here, not as large, but they are fierce creatures of the sea and very dangerous," a Gressa stated.

"Fayad pulled me from the jaws of that beast, then captured it in a net. I was so frightened after the episode that I could hardly speak. Fayad helped me calm down and began the prayers to Andanii with me. I spent two days with him before he had to leave. I knew then that I would be his wife.

"He had claim on my life, having saved it. But I wasn't going to let him claim me. I would claim him, and did," Junelliya finished.

"And rightfully so," said a large Asocan female, sitting in a group of other Asocan and some Pod-Drran females, all nodding their heads in agreement, Asocan and Pod-Drran females being the larger and fiercer of the genders in both their races, they tended to be the dominant gender of their species and usually the ones claiming their males.

Something happened near one of the food tables, and Byandi started calling for medical support. Meela rushed to the incident.

"What has happened?" she asked.

"Gordu has collapsed," a female Byandi near shouted.

"What was he doing before he collapsed?" Meela asked.

"He was eating this, Yogurt," the same female replied.

"Yogurt is a lightly-fermented milk item," Junelliya informed Meela.

Meela scanned the yogurt and groaned at the results.

"Lightly-fermented?" she almost screamed. "This is nearly one hundred percent Grensa! To us, that is like taking a shot of very strong whiskey," Meela informed Junelliya.

"How much of this did he have?" Meela asked.

"About a quarter of that cup," she was told, "maybe four of the small spoonful's."

"OH! This is bad, this is very bad!" Meela exclaimed after looking at the results of the scans. "Quickly, males only, take Gordu and rush him to the medical tent for our people. Advise those inside that he is to be strapped down immediately, before he regains consciousness! No females are to be in his presence at all!"

Several males grabbed the hapless Gordu and rushed him out.

"Meela?" Hanalei asked.

"This Yogurt of yours...this is going to become a very expensive trade item," Meela advised. "It is a natural aphrodisiac for our people. One of these small spoonful's will be enough to reduce inhibitions and simultaneously provide arousal for over an hour, and it will work equally well on males and females. This can be a very good thing for our people, in moderation.

"Hanalei, we must post a guard on this food stuff, this Yogurt. Our people will have to show a medical prescription to have this. Gordu has eaten about four small spoons of this material. He is going to have needs for more than a day. He is going to go insane with his desire to rut.

"I hope that we have something in our medical supplies that will reduce his needs, or he is going to have a very rough day or more! I pity this male," Meela exclaimed and then left.

Hanalei immediately posted a guard, moving the Yogurt away from the open serve table, and advising all the Byandi not to eat it...

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The family was sitting at the table later in the afternoon, Hanalei fielding continuous calls from Sylvie, Juanita, Fiona, Raymond, and, oddly enough, the Kumar-Pair, who had never been on vacation before and were suddenly at a loss for what to do.

Sylvie called Hanalei with a small issue.

"Hi, Hanalei, I have a request from a Petronellaya, from Hollander's World. She claims to represent the Emphatics?" Sylvie attempted to explain.

"I think you mean the Council of Empaths, Sylvie," Junelliya suggested.

"Yes, thank-you, Junelliya. This woman and her council are on Terra at the capital for a conference and want to make use of the vacation option as they claim that the Toolend will want to speak with them," Sylvie explained, doubt evident in her words.

"Yes, that is true," Junelliya replied. "The Toolend are very interested in the methodology that the Council employs for their people. They want to see if they can copy parts of it for themselves. Please give them our special rates and set them up with a small conference room for this impromptu conference."

"How many of the Toolend will be involved?" Sylvie asked. "The Council includes eight with plus ones."

"OK. There is a Toolend here, I will ask erht that question." Junelliya said, turning to the Toolend at the next table.

"I have an inquiry for Mayute or Augraf," Junelliya told erht. "The Council of Empaths is here in the Capital for a conference which has just ended. They wish to know if the Toolend would be interested in an impromptu conference on the subject of the Council's methods and laws while you are here at Denders?"

The Toolend waved one arm for a moment, it's eyes seeming to go blank momentarily, then erht turned back to Junelliya. "Very interested, if it can be arranged," erht replied.

"Did you hear that, Sylvie?" Hanalei asked, her comp still open.

"Yes, thank-you. I still need numbers so that I can allocate a conference room," Sylvie replied.

Hanalei looked at the Toolend, whose eyes again went blank for a moment. "We will have thirty of our members wishing to attend, including the Minister for Foreign Affairs and Trade, the Minister for Interspecies Cooperation, both of our ambassadors when available, and others of our more senior members. This will be an important conference for the Toolend," erht told them.

"Got that, Hanalei," Sylvie told her. "I will tell the Council of Empaths that they have our special rates for themselves and their plus-ones."

"The Toolend will pay for the delegates, as this conference is one that we were looking to organize," erht stated. "The delegates will have to pay for their 'plus-ones'."

"The Council will like hearing that," Hanalei said with a laugh. "So charge the Toolend delegation for the eight councillors and let them know that they have to pay for their spouses."

Suddenly, they heard shouting from the kitchen area. Hanalei groaned and headed there to see what the commotion was all about.

Siobhan Riley was standing in the middle of the kitchen, arguing with the head chef.

"Ms. Riley, why are you in the middle of MY kitchen, disturbing MY chef," Hanalei demanded testily and loudly.

"Your kitchen?" Siobhan replied, perplexed.

"I am a major stockholder in this resort, Ms. Riley, in fact, THE major stockholder in this resort. So, yes, MY kitchen. You still have not explained what is going on here, Ms. Riley," Hanalei exclaimed, anger suffusing her expression.

Siobhan heard Hanalei using her family name, vice her given name and knew she had truly angered the woman, who would never have called her anything but Master Chef or Siobhan before.

"I'm sorry, Hanalei," Siobhan responded. "I came into the kitchen to maybe exchange recipes and found them using canned food to prepare the meals."

Hanalei looked at the resorts Master Chef.

"It costs too much to bring fresh vegetables out here, Mrs. Anar," the Master Chef told her. "To cut down on the food expense, we use canned vegetables. They are perfectly suitable."