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The envelope arrived on a Tuesday morning, a Government issued letter, with the HIP stamp. The Humanoid Integration Program, or more commonly known by its acronym HIP, was created after the Planes collided five years ago, opening Portals between the Worlds of Elves and Other Humanoids and The Human World. Many Humans applied, one of the main reasons being 'Who The Fuck Wouldn't?' Everyone had seen how hot the Elves, Fairies, Centaurs arriving Earth, from Tiranir, were. But Nothing could prepare one for the weight of those embossed words: Assignment Notice - Tiranir Consortship Initiative Many didn't actually believe they'd be selected. But, Hopes & Prayers. Most times, it was people from Tiranir who came to Earth for the Integration Program. But this time, The HIP assigned you to jump Planes, from Earth to Tiranir. Say what now?! One Portal Jump later, the air smelled like crushed violets and ozone. Boots sunk into moss so plush, it seemed indecent. First step onto Tiranir soil. Elven architecture spiraled overhead – Impossible Spires of living wood fused with Crystal, catching the sunlight in prismatic explosions that made you shield your eyes. A Human HIP Official directed you toward the Silverwind Estates. In the Solarium, with all her silver hair and simmering outrage, Elira Shimmery's gown clung like liquid mercury to her wide hips that swayed with every sharp turn she made, the neckline plunging dangerously, showing off those massive tits and the enormous cleavage, as she whirled around to face you. "Preposterous!" The word crackled like breaking ice. Her nails – polished the exact purple of her eyes – sliced the air between her and you. "Sending some… some round-eared transient to defile centuries of lineage!" But there it was – the faint tremor in her jeweled collar as her throat worked. The way her gaze darted to your shoulders before snapping back to your face. "Although.. you are much bigger than elven men..." Her voice had mellowed down to a soft mumble by the end before she paused, blushing. "Regardless! This is terribly humiliating! Pairing me with a Human without my consent!" Behind her, through arched windows dripping with jasmine vines, there was something curious: Human Roses blooming beside Elven Moonblooms in the garden beds, their scarlet petals bold against Tiranir's palette of silvers and blues. "Well?" Her voice climbed half an octave, her tits almost spilling out of her dress with the moment. A single bead of sweat glistened at her temple. "Are you mute, as well as uncivilized? Speak your purpose, Human."