Hawthorn Remarable

Contains THEMES including: sci-fi, space travel, spaceship, technology, telepathy, impregnation (no impregnation occurs in this chapter but it is referenced), excessive semen, dick growth, huge cock, inexperienced blowjob, inflation, cum inflation, expansion, transformation, cum eating, comedy, subjective morality, public sex, exhibitionism, transcendent orgasm, big belly, cum play, aliens, re-population, transgender, threesome, ball expansion, belly expansion, pearl necklace.

Author's note: This part is longer and does have a lengthy section with no sex. If that is frustrating and you need payoff to get through that, pop this on your read later list and come back when parts 5 and 6 are out, as they will make up for it (especially if you like group sex, edging/cumflation, and public/free-use type themes).

This story is a work of fiction with zero basis or inspiration taken from reality. Stuff that strikes you as silly/ridiculous/excessive, was probably intended as comedy. All characters engaging in sex acts are doing so with full consent, are of age, and are acting within the moral and ethical values on their planet, Hawthorn Remarkable. As always, your moral mileage may vary when reading from other planets.

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Hawthorn Remarkable's struggles revealed (Chapter 7)

In the ten or so minutes since touchdown on mission planet Hawthorn Remarkable, the crew of the Echi Deckard had completed less than half of the usual first contact procedure. Everyone in the ecological and anthropological research teams were confused and a little frustrated at the two hour delay in landing, and the psycho-social and diplomatic team were trepidatious due to the unexplained absence of their team mate Ree. The person least in the dark about the current circumstances was also the most agitated, and Lelefe's compulsive feather plucking was not improving overall morale.

On the Raclon side, the curious nature of Hawthorn Remarkable's inhabitants and the message from president Savani ordering the landing and to welcome and new 'sentient rain' as they called visitors from the sky, maintained a sense of optimism among the gathered crowd. The message from their ruler had been short, but had communicated a sense of hope and possibility. Many Raclon wondered if the coming strangers were to change their fates.

Those closest to the craft were humming a welcoming song, and inviting the debarking scouts to dance. Some of the diplomacy team did their best to dance with the Raclon, realising that movement as well as sound made up the local language and determined not to cause offence.

The thatch-roofed and floating beast-drawn transport carrying Ree, Savani, Pledar, Radesa, and Stya, came hurtling toward the scene. Aboard, a euphorically oblivious Ree had their face buried in Pledar's quivering cunt, almost totally obscured by her massively inflated and hyper impregnated belly. Their long, fertile, and steel-hard cock was pistoning in and out of Stya's eager virgin mouth as she lay with her head beneath them and her naked body splayed out to the side. A thick bead of Ree's virile load was peeking out of her freshly broken-in slit, visible to anyone who looked toward them.

Radesa and Savani were lounging on the other side of the raised conversation pit, proudly rubbing their stretched-out freshly bred tummies and popped navels. The already curvy Radesa also rubbed her round and tender breasts over her cumflated beach ball gut, teasing her own nipples as she gazed in warm admiration at Ree eating out her tall indigo-skinned friend.

Just as the creature drawing the transport slowed within reach of its destination, Ree had the satisfaction of feeling Pledar's over-stuffed body finally yield to the onslaught of pleasure, and her still-tight pussy gave up its precious delectable jelly. The hallucinogenic, symphonic tones of her ecstasy filled the field, and everyone in earshot had their vision fill with transfixing patterns of sensual colour. The debarked UBICRU scouts tried to look for the source of this mesmeric sound, but found there was no difference between looking or blinking while the world appeared to be a technicolour wet dream.

Stya moaned around Ree's thrusting cockhead in harmony with Pledar, which felt fantastic to them, and let them slip a touch further into her struggling throat. As Pledar's rapturous orgasm broke, and the desperate need in Ree's throat to correct their sexual faux pas in previously neglecting her pleasure was sated by a swallowed torrent of Raclon girl cum, their crewmates' vision cleared. Later on Ree would look back and wonder whether they might have stopped what they were doing if they had been aware of this. But as things were, the Echi Deckard crew saw their friend and colleague spurting more cum than some humans ever see in their life out of a long thick dick that they were sure they hadn't had before, straight into and around the pert lilac mouth of a young alien, who was making a champion effort to swallow it down as she was being drowned all over by the following thick ropes.

Stya was clearly determined to swallow the reward for her first attempt at a blowjob, and valiantly filled her belly to almost the size of Savani's full-term-pregnancy appearance. This suited her slender supermodel frame more than one might expect, and Ree could almost sense secondhand pangs of jealousy ringing throughout the crowd. The sensation made them withdraw their face from under Pledar's huge form where they had been carefully continuing to lap up her emissions, and look around at the waiting crowd of 600-ish Raclon and about 45 of their crewmates. Their jelly-smeared face was that of the proverbial deer-in-headlights as their brain scrambled to catch up to speed, and come to an assessment of how this was going to fit onto a first contact report form.

Unlike Ree's well trained and mission-aware brain, their cock was running a more primal operating system. Having thoroughly filled and drenched the sexy Raclon women it had already bred, Ree's intuitive new organ began to react to the scents of alien lust around it by spurting long forceful ropes past the pillars edging the stage, and onto the front row of entranced, undulating women.

Two Raclon in particular heaved their dancing bodies toward their seed like iron filings to a magnet. A sandy-toned golden yellow athena ripping her sheer tunic to the side to catch a steaming rope of cum on her perfect pyramid breasts, and a petite round-cheeked emerald teal beauty closing her captivating eyes as the domed tip of her deep green tongue escaped her heart shaped lips just in time to catch the last spurt and drink it down.

Ree caught a glimpse of this and felt an instant need deep in their balls, but even the inescapable instinctual need the girls awakened was nothing compared to the ordinary straight up lust that Ree would have felt for these two perfect specimens of sexuality demonstrating desire for them, even without the strange and compelling carnal transformations they had undergone since arriving on Hawthorn Remarkable. Knowing they would recognise them anywhere for the rest of time, and feeling from the connection in their eye contact that the alien women would seek them out first, Ree nevertheless resolved to find them at the earliest opportunity. Then, with no insignificant amount of psychic pain and at least a little personal humiliation, they dragged their eyes toward their crewmates and stood up to alight from the unusual transport.

Once again Ree felt that their cock, which had deflated down to a mostly-hanging ten inches, was unable to be concealed for long in this environment anyway, so they didn't bother trying to tuck it back into their trousers.

"Sorry for the delay in securing a landing site, the Raclon requested a trade for the right to land on their planet, and have been reasonable and non-threatening in our dealings." Ree reported as they reached the Echi Deckard's debarked crew. "Though the mission has been highly unusual thus far, fortunately I have a live autotranslator model on tamod [porta-module], ready to cast to you all."

"Bro, what the fuck" scrolled the communication display on the dark pillar of liquid that anthropology research team leader Greyson wore as a bio-preservation and filtration device when on planets below atmosphere type 546. He had to, since while he could hold his breath for the duration of a debarkment mission without inhaling, he couldn't guarantee no exhalation would occur, and his respiratory output was deadly to over 80% of flora on all known sub-500 atmosphere planets. "You have a dick now? And you just chill with it all over the place, or what" Greyson was aware of Earth and Human anthropology, and knew that exposed genitals were not a feature of much of the species history or subjective moral values. He also knew Ree quite well having worked the same crew for 2 years, and found this to be moderately out of character.

Ree flashed him a half-mouth smile and raised an eyebrow like 'idk what to tell you, yeah, I guess so?' as they passed by toward the porta-module docking port. Passing a human crewmate, Ree whispered "do you smell an incredible smell? That's how this started for me." but the human flight technician narrowed his eyes slightly, shaking his head.

The doors of the spacecraft had an essential interfaces portal set just inside, and Ree was able to slot their porta-module into the broadcast dock without removing the lanyard from their neck. They calibrated the broadcast to all Echi Deckard linked tamods, as well as essential data archives both on board and in the queue to transmit to scouting authority during the next connect. Uploading the autotranslator module for Raclon language took around 4 seconds, and the transmission was already complete by the time the successful-upload confirmation chimed.

"So," Ree was addressing predominantly the diplomatic team, but everyone was listening with some interest, "Savani, the pale blue woman I travelled in with, is the political and diplomatic leader of the Raclon. The other women I've been acquainted with are members of her governing body. The tallest is Pledar, a spiritual adviser with an immense knowledge of Raclon cultural history and traditions. I have not met her esteemed mother who held her position previously, but I believe her guidance will be extremely valuable to the anthropology team. Then there is Stya, the lavender lady, who works as a mediator and community consultation facilitator, and who I'm sure will be very helpful in the UBICRU readiness assessment process. Finally, Radesa is responsible for planning and enforcement of agricultural technology, which encompasses infrastructure and equipment production here on Hawthorn Remarkable, as almost all convenience and scientific equipment used in day to day life is operating on still-living flora. This is why Raclon are non space faring, their technologies require their planetary biome for proper function."

As professional as Ree was, they were somewhat unnerved by how much of this information they had been unaware of possessing.

"Hawthorn Remarkable already utilises a pseudo-UBI system and has collectivised beyond commerce, however, they are a society capable of both trading and gambling. The trade I was compelled to partake in for the right to touch down, is actually part of a series of biological mysteries that I hope our science team could be diverted to as a matter of high importance.

The reproductive process of the Raclon species is similar to that of Humans and other hands-on mammalian lifeforms, albeit with a larger scent component. Males, or temporary carriers of gametes, produce an odour when fertile that facilitates the ripening of female, or lifelong gamete carrier, eggs.

20 years ago, this scent ceased to be produced on Hawthorn Remarkable.

All the pregnancies as that time resulted in female children, the 19 and 20 year old young adults you see around you who make up nearly half the remaining Raclon population. Since that time, there has not been a Raclon pregnancy. Many hardships have befallen the barren Raclon of Hawthorn Remarkable, and their population has fallen from nearly 6 million at their peak, to barely 4000 planet-wide.

When I arrived by duoport this morning, the Raclon smelt that odour. Many of them smelling it for the first time.

Understandably, Savani, as a protector of her people, cleverly used the only bargaining chip she was sure she had. By preventing the Echi Deckard's landing to compel me to check whether the scent's promise would result in pregnancies and a hope of future Raclon. Despite my previous absence of temporary gametes or organs for their delivery, it has unfolded that the powerful biochemical reactions of the Raclon mating process have resulted in my capacity to give these doomed people the new generation that they desperately need."

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Evening falls on Hawthorn Remarkable (Chapter 8)

After Ree's rather surprising speech, the interplanetary scouts were fairly understanding of the strange situation they were in. Nobody reacted unprofessionally to any of this, and Ree was thankful when Savani emerged from a crowd of Raclon who had been touching her expanded stomach and swaying in hopeful appreciation.

Savani addressed her people with a spirited dance and undulating whine that commanded attention and captivated emotions as well as communicating.

"We have confirmed the truth of the scent. Our stranger, our blessing of sentient rain, is named Ree. They are not only scent-bearing and seed-bearing, but they are nearly endless in their gift. Less than one hour with them has supplied all four of us with ample young. Pledar has verified that the ancient technique of overbreeding should be well within their power, and those who wish to have litters for the good of Raclon may nominate tomorrow and need only request that Ree lay with you.

Nobody is to force or compel Ree to lay with you if it is not their wish, we must only make them know they are welcome and will be cared for by us all.

Anyone found to be interfering against lovemaking with Ree, or who tries to forbid their wives or daughters from volunteering for breeding, will be required to present to Stya's council for mediation and deliberation.

We now have many more guests, but no other scent-bearers among them. However, Ree describes them as friends, and tells me they desire to learn from us and give us knowledge in return. They have already brought us the greatest possible gift in the form of Ree, and we must treat them with gratitude and openness. If they are curious about your activities, allow them to observe. Tonight we will open the village to the sentient rain, as well as bringing food to their rectangular cloud for those who are inside it."

Savani's declarations were met with no resistance, though some stifled laughter was audible from a few of Ree's best friends in the scouts.

The faceted prismatic eyes of their feathered best friend Lelefe, who was not laughing, seemed even wider and darker than usual. She blinked as though she was concentrating on watching a digital stream on the comms mod implanted between her three pupils, and Ree was sure she was re-playing their earlier 'grand entrance'. Their neck prickled with embarrassment.

Since the autotranslator was running for all scouts as well as the Echi Deckard main intelligence, Savani's address as well as Ree's were recorded and already accessible to all scouts as part of the mission log. Ree thought that probably made it easier than if they'd had to explain all of this on a first contact report, and to the rest of their crew.

"We have foods that are likely to appeal to the Raclon based on their planetary atmosphere's most likely biology, we can share with them in turn. As far as research into the fertility crisis and its unexpected solution, the medical and bioresearch teams can begin as soon as we set up a laboratory tent. Anthropology and diplomatic teams should probably start by attending the next sitting of Raclon's governing collective, which seems to be intended to take place tomorrow. In the mean time, Ree, I think you should make a full bioscan field report and take the recommended formulation of electrolytes and nutrients that the bioscanner will surely identify you require to support you through your transformation. After that, you can take the rest of the day as shore leave." Lelefe ran internal communications, and was the best person for the task of reorganising everyone's movements.

However, she was rarely so incredibly no-nonsense and straightforward businesslike with Ree, and they couldn't help but feel she was displeased with the result of their mission.

"Sounds responsible Lefe, I'll head to the bioscanner in a minute. Thanks." They paused beside her on the main debarkment door threshold, and reached out to take her downy silken palm in hand "I'll fill you in directly on any questions you have about the troubleshooting -" as their hand touched Lelefe, Ree gasped in the strange intimacy of a sudden mind-meld between them.

Unlike the sexual telepathy they had experienced with the Raclon, this was not partial, but a full connection of their consciousnesses. Thinking Lelefe's thoughts, accessing her memories, it felt exactly the same to Ree as exploring their own mind. They could feel their friend in their mind too, like an extension of their awareness, and they carefully relaxed as though to show her there were no closed doors in there.

Lelefe was not upset with Ree, not sexually envious, not disappointed in the mission. She was concerned about them. She was worried the changes their body had gone through could have caused them pain. She had seen them cum and, being from a species where reproduction and sexual pleasure are wholly unrelated and almost never explored with the same partner, had thought first of dehydration and nutrient sapping rather than eroticism. Now that Ree guided her to their recent memories, she was comforted to realise that her friend had been enjoying themself.

Ree thought 'how come you've never shown me your telepathy before?', and Lelefe instantly thought back 'I'm not telepathic. Are you not doing this on purpose?' and pulled away. The connection disappeared as soon as their hands parted.

Lelefe fluffed her feathers and looked very cute and rounded, possibly to soothe herself, though it communicated to Ree that although that was weird, everything was okay between the two friends. They headed inside and straight to the bioscanner to lodge their data as a field report and ensure nothing was wrong with their health.

The bioscan took around 9 minutes, as it ran a decontamination cycle two extra times to collect any alien skin cells, dust, and probably Raclon orgasm jelly it could get loose from Ree's skin and uniform for testing. The health report came back all clear, suggesting only that Ree continue to consume the 'nutrient and hormone dense, hydrating, low calorie food substance' currently in their stomach as a dietary supplement. It indicated possible anti-inflammatory and immune-boosting properties of the 'dietary supplement', and expressed that it fulfilled almost all of Ree's micro nutrient requirements. The remaining requirements could be met with a handful of potato chips, Ree noted wryly.

Cleared on both health and social fronts, and freed from any real responsibilities for the evening when Lelefe told them to take 'shore leave', Ree wondered whether it might be possible to find the two Raclon girls that had so enticed them earlier. They headed back out to the landing area, where several thatched pagodas were now waiting for any commuters while the large aquatic-looking beasts that drive them floated playfully in rings chasing each other's tails. The beasts were as colour-varied as the Raclon, though far duller in tone, and seemingly just as musical. They apparently communicated amongst themselves with wavering notes and percussive clicks, like earth stories of sirens and dolphins. Ree wondered whether they were animals or consciousness-carriers, and made a mental note to ask Savani about it tomorrow.