Thud and Blunder: A simple matter of respect
The Patron had been among us for a decade now. They'd arrived in their silver ship, met with world leaders, offered their technology and science.
There seemed no down-side! The galaxy is huge and we were a tiny planet in an un-regarded backwater. A leg up in dealing with the many alien civilizations was taken without hesitation.
And they asked little or nothing; just the privilege of studying our culture, biology and resources. Particularly our biology. Human anatomy was their principle concern for some reason.
Patron were few; spread thin, mostly at research institutes and college labs, they stood largely aloof from Terran society.
When they did interact, it was dramatic. Dropping hints about star drives, matter transmuters, terraforming that they followed up with detailed science.
Soon we were a planet of plenty, at peace with ourselves and friend to a dozen nearby societies. Well, their envoy and trading ships in any case. We had no ships of our own.
Until now! Our first star-capable ship was ready, the Captain and crew chosen from ten thousand applicants for bravery, morality and ability.
Captain Felicia Hernandez was at Iowa State today, reviewing food replicator principles with the Ag department along with the Science staff of the Fortitude, her starship.
She wanted to be able to handle any emergencies that might occur out there, exploring the galaxy looking for heavy matter. The one thing it was hard to make as the energy requirements were enormous.
As they got the tour and attended lectures, she couldn't help notice a Patron was also at the University. Often surrounded by professors and staff, no opportunity presented itself to Captain Hernandez for direct contact.
Which suited her just fine. She was leery of Patron, not quite trusting them, wary but not outright suspicious.
Patron were largely humanoid, normally a head taller than humans and robins-egg blue all over. Hairless, they had just three fingers with lumpy pads on the tips.
Legs were similarly jointed but feet were streamlined, not ape-feet adapted from tree-climbing arborealists but flexible three-toed feet that looked fast. Apparently Patron had aquatic genes in the distant past.
Felicia asked her University liaison Sata, a smart, pretty senior in the department, what the Patron was doing there.
"Oh! That's a new thing. The school wanted insight into x-tee biology, so we can adapt replicators to different chemistries and preferences. To better entertain our galactic neighbors when they visit!"
It seemed sensible. Much of Terran wealth was now tied up in trade, and anything to make that more attractive seemed a good idea.
"Have you met the Patron?" Hernandez asked.
She colored. "Just once. I was showing the Patron to quarters when he arrived. He was very... solicitous."
The Captain pretended to be confused, raised an eyebrow questioningly.
Patron were reputed to be horn-dogs, interested in sex with anyone they could seduce. Which was almost all the women they met, curiously.
Sata decided to come clean. "There are not a lot of Patron on Earth. Competition is fierce to work with them, and I felt lucky to be chosen as his greeter.
When we got to his quarters, he wanted to fuck. And I was willing. Apparently they have some sex pheromone that works with human females.
My biology professor says it can't be convergent evolution, so they must have created it. However it came about, it sure works!"
"How did you feel about that?" The Captain didn't feel kindly disposed to Patron, and this was one of the reasons. They were outwardly arrogant, and came off as manipulative, selfish and dismissive of others' needs.
This deliberate pheromone phenomenon was just more manipulation.
"Oh I knew about it going in! And I was curious, academically. So I found it to be a very interesting experience. From an academic viewpoint." Sata colored an even deeper red. Clearly her interest had been more than academic.
The Captain didn't press Sata. This was a familiar story, well covered in the press. And it was Sata's own business, how she wanted to share her body. That kind of taboo had disappeared decades ago.
Anyway the fact that Patron, to a man, appeared to prefer some human women was a point in Terra's favor. It went a long way toward explaining why relations were as agreeable as they were.
"Did you delve into the Patron's interest? Or did you talk at all?" This said mostly to tease, but Sata wasn't shy about it at all.
"Oh yes! We talked a bit... afterward. He said they've been searching for compatible species for some time. We're the first they've come across in a millennia! They are very glad to become acquainted with Terrans individually."
Interesting. This hadn't been covered in the press. What exactly did they gain from this 'compatibility'? Did it just mean they found women hot? Sexy? Or something more personal?
Something social? Certainly not conversation; it was famously difficult to keep a Patron's attention after their own interests had been satisfied.
The rest of the day proceeded for the Captain as scripted with lectures, demonstrations and a full field strip of a replicator unit, which excited her Science staff no end but left Felicia bored. Her expertise was in command, sociology and some astro-geology.
Leaving them to their tools and talk, she left the building for a walk.
The Patron was in the office of the school President, in conference.
She was dressed severely in a power business shirt, jacket, tie. And nothing else.
Currently her face was pressed into her mahogany desk, her breasts crushed beneath her weight, her arms grasping the edges of the desk.
Her bare butt jutted over the edge, her naked legs spread on the carpet nearly at right angles.
She made a gurgling sound, not quite speech and not quite animal.
The Patron was entirely naked, laboring away at her cunt, his engorged prehensile dick wedged deeply inside her. He made no sound at all, but what must have been a look of total concentration masked his features.
Nothing changed for a while. Then he spoke.
"You have superior intelligence and reasoning skills. Your negotiation tactics are excellent. I am pleased to inseminate you."
Her legs began to spasm, kicking back into the air, feet clenching, hands clutching at the desk. The old wood desk groaned, shook, mistreated by the weight and the Patron's increased pounding.
A color change rippled up from the Patron's feet, across his legs and groin, advancing over his chest, sweeping up his neck and head. His eyes veered abruptly outward, each searching independently but sightlessly as he orgasmed.
The school President arched her back, her face a grimace of passion, her open mouth screaming silently as she came and came and came from his thick blue vibrating cock.
The Captain walked under the open window at that moment. She heard the rhythmic sound of mistreated old wood, then a deep unintelligible voice, then silence, then a sliding thud. Was somebody moving furniture? Moving a body?
She dismissed the thought, continued toward the arboretum, her destination.
Two Juniors crouched at the window of the post-graduate break room, hands shading their faces, peering through the glass. Their teaching assistant had just entered the room "to show the Patron how to operate the coffee machine".
She was clearly not doing that.
The coffee machine burbled happily away - it was fully automatic in any case. Meanwhile the teaching assistant was plastered to the Patron's torso, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his chest. She was doing her best to put her tongue entirely into the Patron's mouth.
For his part he was initially stunned at her sudden attentions, but quickly adapted. Popping open the fastener on his pants, his snaky blue cock revealed itself and began to search for it's rightful place.
It lengthened and hunted as a blind thing, bumping her butt, then her thigh, then delving into the cleft between them, looking for her wet snatch.
This was quickly achieved as the young woman plastered against him was wearing a short skirt, and nothing at all under the skirt. His member could be seen tentatively probing, then suddenly finding her hole.
It became a rigid arc from Patron's groin to hers, began a rhythmic rippling along it's length. The arc straightened as it gained entrance, then shortened and widened as it found purchase in her body.
The ripples inched the Patron's fuck tool into her cunt a little more with each pulsing, like a strange worm burrowing into her.
Her hips got drawn down, down, pulled by the flesh tube connecting them, until she was flush with his body, fully docked.
What it was doing inside her they could not see, but it's effect was electric. Her legs straightened, formed a V around his body, jutting lewdly into the air. Her feet began shaking, her shoes loosened and dropped off unregarded.
She released his face, leaned out, nearly falling until he placed one hand in the small of her back to brace her. His face was impassive, a study in concentration.
Her face went wide-eyed, her mouth opened in a silent O. Then her eyes turned up until the pupils were entirely in her skull, only the whites showing.
Legs vibrating now, her arms quirked and released him, making clutching motions at the air.
It was clear to the girls peeking through the door that their teaching assistant was supported now solely by the cock-to-cunt connection. The Patron's hand kept her from toppling off but provided no support.
Her entire body began to bob with whatever convulsions were occurring inside her, as if riding an ambling pony.
She froze then, feet curling into improbable fists, arms back as if diving into a pool, neck craned like a swan, breasts jutting out, nipples nearly piercing her sheer blouse, eyes rolled back, face in a silent O of ecstasy.
She was cumming like she'd never cum before.
He spoke.
"You are an excellent physical example of your kind, strong, healthy, flexible, symmetrical, young. I am pleased to inseminate you. You serve the Patron well."
He then strobed light-blue from toes to the tip of his head in repeating stripes of color, while his mouth opened and his eyes swiveled like searchlights.
It would have seemed ridiculous if anyone had been looking at him. But all eyes were on the girl who was now spurting unlikely amounts of sex fluid from her cunt, sheeting down the blue alien's legs and spattering on the floor.
The girls at the door had their hands in their waistbands, fingers in panties, frantically frigging themselves. They in turn came like, well, like happy fertile horny college girls watching porn.
The arboretum had it's charms. But for a space Captain no planet bound marvel could compete with the majesty of a galaxy's billion starts spread across the infinite black of space. She quickly exhausted her interest in the agriculture on display.
