Crash Landing on Paradise Pt. 4 (Original Sci-Fi) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Alien, Breeding, Slutty

Word Count: 2,634

Summary: Everything is going great... for the humans. On the other hand, there were TWO ships that crash landed on the planet below...

-x-X-x-  

Pain. Its entire existence was pain. It was young and untested when it set out with the rest of its crew on a voyage through the stars. Their ship was nothing special… but it was their own. It had every intention to prove itself, to show that it could be strong, that it could be trusted. Disaster had struck before it ever got the chance to do any of that. The very first planet they’d arrived at had already had a ship in its orbit. 

The Captain had assumed it was the Enemy. Only now did it know the Captain was wrong. The ship was not of the Enemy. In the end, the vessel had not been of any beings it had ever heard of before now. But that hadn’t mattered in the moment. The Captain had ordered weapons launched at the ship. The ship had retaliated, defending itself. Both vessels had been crippled and fallen to the planet below, neither truly able to finish the other off.

It had not been the only survivor at the time of the crash. It WAS the only survivor now though. In the end, they had not been ready for the dangers of this world. They had not been ready for the fauna, nor the even more hidden threats that lurked underneath the underneath. Neither had the humans, from what it understood. But where its crew had slowly died one by one, the others had managed to stave off destruction, death… 

They were not only staving off the end, they were making a new beginning. It was jealous, even as it studied them from afar, learning as much as it could about them. They were a two-gender species. That much became obvious from just a day or two of watching the creatures move about their day. There was only one male and several females. The male had been quick to breed the females from what it could tell, and now there were smaller offspring, taken care of by two of the females while the other two grew heavier with their own children. 

Its own race was asexual, but it dared not reproduce on this world where it had nothing and no one to assist it. On top of that… it was dying. Its entire existence was pain, even as it stayed in the shadows and listened and learned. It was young and untested, but it would NOT go quietly like the rest of its crew. It had… it had a plan, one that could very well get it killed. But it knew that staying out of sight and simply wasting away was not an acceptable alternative. Better to try and die than to not try and also die, yes?

That thought was enough for it to decide it was time. It had studied for a week now and had learned all that it could. Slowly, rising from its hiding place on the edge of the others’ encampment, it begins to move forward. The male, the alpha of their pack, sees it first. His eyes flash with danger and his hands curl into fists. He is a fine specimen of his species, considering what it has seen him accomplish with his strength and his stamina in this last week.

It raises its hands, the universal gesture that it meant no harm… or so it hoped. Then, tentatively and hesitantly, it reaches out with its mind and communicates the only way it can. After all, it has no mouth.

-x-X-x-

He’d been stupid to not think of the other ship and its survivors. As soon as the thing slinks out of the underbrush and slowly enters the camp that they’ve made around the Broadson, Andrew can tell that it’s sentient, and alien… and injured, badly. He knows instinctively that this is one of the aliens that caused the death of his father and the rest of the Broadson’s crew.

Going stiff, Andrew feels his hands curling into fists. There’s a knife sheathed at his side, long and serrated and dangerous… perfect for a dangerous world like this one. It would be easy to kill the creature… but then it lifts its appendages up. It’s not quite a tentacle monster, or anything like that. The creature seems to be plant-based, more than anything else. Its arms seem to be boneless, and it crawls on roots. Its head is slightly more humanoid though, and there are two glowing green eyes set into an otherwise featureless face.

Utterly inhuman… and Andrew truly has no way of knowing that its current gesture is meant to indicate it means no harm, like it would on a human. He could still draw his knife and deal with this threat to his family, to his children and his mates befor-

Regret. Sorrow. Pain.

It’s not so much the words that slither through Andrew’s thoughts, but the meanings of them. He goes stiff, his eyes widening as he realizes the being is communicating with him through telepathy. But then, of course it would have to, if it did not have a mouth to speak with. That it might be able to read his thoughts did not put him at ease though, not one bit.

Seeming to sense his unease… or perhaps reading his thoughts directly as he feared, the being lowers its gaze in supplication, sending more senses, meanings into his mind.

Peace. Regret. Pain.

It didn’t want to fight. Andrew almost wanted to give a derisive snort at that. It sure had a funny way of showing it. In response to that thought, the creature shudders.

Mistake. Regret. Pain.

As the meaning of those words washes over him, Andrew gets images too, snapshots… of a war. He hates it, but quite suddenly, he understands what the alien is trying to ‘say’. The Broadson hadn’t been targeted out of malice or hate… at least not towards it, its crew, or even humanity in general. The alien, or at least the ship it was on, attacked out of fear of an Enemy.

Eternal. Suffering. Pain!

Enemy was definitely capitalized there. And the war was definitely a war, across space itself, ships burning up in the cold black between the stars as this alien species tried to defend itself against an aggressor race. Andrew supposed it could have been lying. He imagined it could even be telling a half-truth. Perhaps IT was the aggressor race, and not only that, it’d attacked the Broadson without any mistake, simply because it could and it wanted to.

The psychic plant being shudders at his accusatory thoughts. It falls forward a bit, slumping down as it hangs its head before him.

Supplication. Submission. Pain!

It offered him its life. And in truth, Andrew understood the underlying words to the meanings it was trying to impart to him. It was trying to show that it was not aggressive, that it was not evil. If he wished to kill it, it would not fight him. Ah, but more than that, Andrew was beginning to realize something else. The alien was already dying. It… it was the same exact thing that had killed half their crew, that had resulted in the cure that turned him into a male Adonis and his lovers until buxom, beautiful Amazonian women.

The alien was dying… and it had presented itself to him in order to ask for help. No, not ask. Beg for help. It didn’t want to die… but it was ready to, if he demanded that of it.

Understanding. Relief. PAIN!

The pain sensation that was underlying its every thought was getting worse. Andrew winced at that last one, rubbing his forehead as the creature slunk down further, seeming ashamed of its own weakness. In that moment, the young man simply couldn’t bring himself to do what the darker parts of himself wanted. He wasn’t the darkness, he was the man and he knew how to use the darkness to keep his people safe… but this creature was no threat.

Letting out a sigh, Andrew steps forward. The alien doesn’t even shy back, its strength rapidly fleeing it. Picking up the small, lightweight thing and holding it under one arm, Andrew heads back into the Broadson, directly for the Medical Lab. There was a small bit of the cure left, he knew that much. He just had to convince the good Doctor to part with it.

-x-X-x-

Everyone stood, gathered around the patient bed in the med bay, staring down at its occupant.

“I’m not… sure this was the best idea, Andrew.”

His mother’s tone shows that she truly isn’t sure. She’s biting her lower lip as she stares down at the alien in the bed, and Andrew glances at her to see she’s rubbing her pregnant belly, unwilling to take a true stance on what’s happening. Andrew lets out a sigh, but before he can defend his actions, his sister is quick to step in, acting the spitfire that she’s always in.

“He wouldn’t be our Andrew if he hadn’t done it. If he’s going to father a whole colony of our hot bods with that big dick of his, we’re going to want him to be a good man. An example for our children. This is pretty much exactly what I’d expect the big softie to do.”

… He wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not? It was kind of just a little backhanded? Huh. Jacqueline is next to speak, shaking her head back and forth as she holds her baby (THEIR baby) against her exposed breast, feeding the tot right there in front of everyone.

“You’re not wrong girl. Still, if the alien proves to be a threat, I’ll deal with her myself. Our man here can stay pure and goodly and all that shit. If we need someone to take out the trash, I have plenty of blood on my hands already.”

Everyone exchanges glances at that, not sure what to say to the de-aged woman. Before anyone even could, the Doctor was speaking up.

“She’s waking up.”

Ashley steps to the side of the patient bed, all professional, all business as Andrew frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. Yes, the alien was now a she. In fact, the alien was now more human, or at least humanoid, than it was alien. Gone was the plant-like body. Gone were the boneless limbs and crawling roots. The only thing it looked like the alien had kept from its previous form was its green skin tone. Its entire body, from its newly-grown hair all the way to its toes, was in different shades of green.

She was otherwise human now… a human female, with just as much of a bodacious body as his sister and mother and the Doctor and Mechanic. And as Ashley had said, she was waking up. Those with pregnancies (or children in their arms) flee the room. Ashley and he stay, as Andrew stands ready for something, anything to happen.

The alien woman (girl if he was being honest, she looked more his sister’s age than his mother or the others.) opens her eyes slowly. They’re not quite glowing anymore… or they are, but Andrew can see actual pupils and irises as well, behind the diminished glow. The first thing she sees is him, standing at the foot of her bed. This is on purpose.

Still, Andrew is a little surprised when she immediately comes up off the bed, not even temporarily stopped by the leather cuffs that were around her wrists and meant to hold her down. Ashley jumps back in fright, but the alien girl is already latched around Andrew’s waist, her hands on his head and her tongue in his mouth, doing its level best to clean his tonsils, even as her mental voice broadcasts to the entire area.

MASTER~

And just like that, a tense situation becomes an utterly comical one as Andrew finds himself instinctively grasping the alien girl’s firm ass with both hands as she kisses the ever-living fuck out of him, and he in turn responds. He’s tangentially aware of Ashley shaking her head with an amused look on her face as she leaves the med bay, and then he’s alone with the alien girl as he slowly turns the tables on her, his tongue forcing hers into submission, his digits digging into her big, green ass and causing moans to erupt from her throat against his lips.

When he carries her to the bed and makes to lay her down, she unlatches from his waist and allows him to do so. As soon as she’s no longer in his grasp, the beautiful, curvaceous green alien is flipping herself over so she can get up on her hands and knees. The thin hospital gown she’d been in is easily hiked up, and nothing is left to the imagination as the alien girl reaches back and spreads her pussy lips apart with two of her fingers.

Submission. Adoration. FUCK!

Andrew snorts at that, as she looks at him with smoldering, inviting eyes. Well, he didn’t have to be told twice, he supposed. Stepping forward, he kneels on the bed behind her and undoes his pants, pulling his cock out in just a few seconds. He’s already hard from the impromptu makeout session, and his dick slips into her sopping wet cunt without issue as he gives her what she wants.

“You know, you do have a mouth now. You could use it for more than just moaning like a little slut.”

He says it in an amused conversational tone as he grips her green hips tightly and begins to fuck her with nice, deep thrusts of his cock. She moans in response for a moment, before replying in rather broken basic.

“Master… submit. Love. Grateful. Love. F-Fuck meeeee!!!”

That last bit was a bit better, and Andrew couldn’t help but laugh at the two-word phrase being the alien’s first coherent sentence. Yeah… yeah, she’d get along great here, from the looks of things. With a grunt and a growl, he gives up on the momentary lesson in human basic. Instead, he focuses on the task at hand. His cock, going into her tight little cunt. She certainly feels human, or at least she feels like the others. Her body might have been green, her eyes might have glowed, and she might have been reading his thoughts as he fucked her own out of her pretty little head, but in the end, she was just another hot-and-ready woman, eager to take his dick.

Andrew was happy to give it to her… and then he gave it to her some more, and some more, and some more. Plowing the alien was cathartic, in a way. Taking out all of his repressed anger and fury on her… well, it probably wasn’t right for him to do so, but when she encouraged his callous disregard for her body with her mental thoughts, he’d sort of just given in… and after seeing how fast she healed, her bruises never even able to fully form… well, why not, right?

Hours later, Andrew lays in the disheveled, ruined patient bed with the alien girl atop him. Her body is covered in sweat and heaving, his dick buried in her cum-stuffed cunt as they just rest together, cuddling somewhat casually. Running a hand through her dark-green hair, Andrew stares up at the ceiling, even as her blissed out mental state infused the entire room with a low-grade calming aura.

“You’ll need a name. Plant-based would be just… too unoriginal. On the other hand… Jade always struck me as a good name. Might’ve even named a daughter that, eventually. What do you think?”

Agreement. Happiness. Devotion.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like it.”