THE REPORT ON EARTH
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I stepped out of my transport pod and looked around. An alley, not very clean. My transport pod shifted its appearance to blend in, and soon was simply another overflowing trash container. I'd have to remember which one it was when I returned to it.
Time for my own shift in appearance. I must appear to be a typical member of the dominant race on this planet, what was it called? Oh, yes, Earth. Up for its thousand-cycle re-evaluation as to the habits of its people. To determine if they were a candidate for Galactic Union membership...or needed to be immediately obliterated to prevent them endangering the Union. Fortunately, this particular portion of their city seemed to be very active after dark, it would be simple to arrange a fairly accurate form of camouflage of both body and garment.
When my transformation was complete, I walked out of the alley. My next task was to engage another member of the species in conversation.
"Well, hello there!" one of the members of the planet said to me. He walked up and stared at me, not at my eyes, as was the custom of over 90% of the intelligent species in the universe, but at my mid-section.
I decided to strike up this conversation by pretending to be a stranded tourist to his city. It would cover my ignorance on many subjects as well as help with any odd word choices I might make (even the most sophisticated language implantation programs will sometimes choose a word either archaic or improperly used. "Yes, could you help me? I seem to have a problem here."
"I can see that!" the human enthused. He was still staring at my midsection. Just beneath my garment's lower portion, in fact.
I sighed. Though one does transmute as much as possible, some parts of one's anatomy must have a certain amount of room in your body. It can leave one with parts that are too small or too large to be truly convincing. "Yes, that is a problem for me." I said.
"You have to be packing a pretty mean sausage in there." he practically slavered after me.
"Are you saying you'd like to have an exchange of genetic material with me?" I said as I realized.
"I want to what?"
Try another way of saying it. "You want to fuck with me?"
The man laughed. "I wish I could take that. No, but I sure want to get a look at what you're packing. Pay it a bit of attention, too."
"Ah, I see." I said with comprehension. Well, moral attitudes in such things differ enormously from society to society, this planet must be one that emphasized the social bonding that genetic material exchanging (fucking) would give them. I had to be adaptable to do my duty. "Yes, then let us go someplace where you may, uh, give my sausage some attention." Best to use the words he had.
"Oh, honey, I've got to take you to Babar's." the man went on. "If I don't show the girls this, they'll never forgive me. A whanger like yours has to be shared, honey!"
Even better. This human planned to take me to a place where I could interact with several of his species. A sizeable sampling was necessary to allow me to make my evaluation. "Yes, let's go to Babar's." I said. "I am sure they can help me with this problem."
"Oh, they'll insist, sugar!"
"Sounds good, honey." I said and the human put his arm around my shoulders and led me in the direction of this "Babar's."
Most races that engage in social exchange of genetic material usually do so in their temples. The places are usually bright, colorful, joyful places.
Not Babar's. The place was dark and poorly lit. Several members of this planet were there, most of them were busy with each other, talking or touching each other. All of them were male of their species, as I was of mine. The voices were all low and the music playing was designed to drown out any effort to understand conversations of other tables. My initial thought of this planet was wrong, sexual exchanges on this world were quiet, nearly guilty things. That didn't jibe with the blatant approach of my impromptu guide, but individual aberrations did happen.
My "guide" confirmed this by breaking the rather conspiratorial atmosphere. "Yoohoo, everyone! I've got someone here you have all just got to meet! Gather around, girls!"
"Who have you dragged in here now, Donna?" one of the others called.
"Help me get this guy unzipped and we'll all see." my guide (Donna? My research indicated that was strictly a female's name) said. "Just take a look at this package?"
The humans around did so and I was soon surrounded by several humans. "Man, is that real?" one of them asked.
"I assure you that it is." I said.
"Whoo-whee!" the man responded. "Hung like a horse!"
"More like an elephant."
"Honey, you've got to show us what we've all been searching for all these years!" my guide spoke up.
"Yeah, come on, whip it out."
"Show it to us!"
"Yeah, bo!"
"Whoo-hoo, yeah!"
I was surrounded by these sexually energized humans. I felt it best to comply with their desires to sexually couple with me and satisfy their curiosity about the size of my sexual organ.
I unzipped the garment and spread it open. My own hand was blocked by my guide's hand, which promptly reached in and hauled on my organ. I'd had to fold it around several times to make it fit in the clothing, but it unrolled and flapped out and hung limply as usual, down to just below my knees.
"Oh, man, look at that!" One of them groaned.
"Just look at it."
"I want to see it hard and ready." another one moaned.
"Please, dude, can we touch it? Can we work it for you, get it up, get it hard and horny?"
I nodded cautiously. "I see no harm in that." I said.
I was then grabbed by four human hands. That let them hang onto nearly the entire length of my penis. It's shape had been adapted to a human equivalent, but the size of it couldn't be changed, so it remained at the length of perhaps fifteen inches from base to tip. The hands working on it were much the same as the palps of my own race's and so my prong began to rise up, filling with my body's fluids, and it stood upright to point toward the ceiling, and in doing so, I was tapping against my upper chest. Just a typical size for my species on my world.
But this was not my world, and so it garnered for me a universal adoration.
"Oh, my God!"
"Would you look at that?"
"Oh, man, oh, man!"
"No way is this guy fucking my butt!"
"Oh, come on, George, you know you'd take it all and love it!"
"No fucking way!"
"Aw, man, I gotta get a taste of this thing."
And that was the word for three of them to suddenly dive against my prick. Their mouths couldn't possibly take the entire thing within, but one of them had the tip of my glans covered, and the others were running their tongues up and down my shaft.
One of them had gotten down onto the floor on his knees, and his hand went down and cupped my testicles. That is an especially erotic gesture on my planet, as it requires two partners to both be sexually engaged and have one's testicles palped.
So I gasped.
"Oh, now we're getting somewhere."
"I gotta see this monster shoot!"
"We got us a live one here!"
"Will it hit the ceiling, or will it just drip out."
"Big ones usually dribble."
"I don't know, guys, I think this one's something really special!"
"Only one way to find out."
"Come on, boys, let's give this stud a ride he'll never forget!"
I had hands all over my body now, rubbing and stroking, and their mouths, too, kissing my face, kissing my hands, and arms, hands rubbing my legs and my back and my chest.
And on my cock, those humans were all over it. Running their tongues and their lips and their fingers, it was like they felt they had to cover my dong with their bodies. And since no one of them could take the entirety of it, they combined into a single sort of cooperative organism here, its single purpose sexual arousal of my body, the goal to make my body reach the exchange of bodily sexual fluids.
I didn't have the heart to tell them that the hand still at my testicles was doing more than all of their tongues and lips combined. The fingers there were fiddling up and down, back and forth, and my prong was throbbing as a result.
The transmutation of my body was complete, I had to react in all ways as a human would in order to conform, in order to avoid any unintentional offenses. I was being stimulated sexually, so I would respond in a proper sexual manner. As close as my body could do it, I would be as a human sexual partner.
So I felt the rising of my pleasure as a human should, the increasing intensity. So much stronger than my own race's pleasure in sexual intercourse, this was enough to send an intelligent being into the twilight of their intellect, send them roaring back into their bestial ancestors, and it was into that abyss my brain plummeted, if any of them had stopped now, I would have forced them to return, forced them to keep stimulating me, forced them to pleasure me, I was lost in my rut, I was lost in my...in my climax!
"Ah-ah-gah-uh-guh-huh!" I groaned and my transmuted body exploded into orgasm, and I sprayed, long and hard and powerful!
There was a chorus of "Oohs!" and "Aahs!" as I burst, one man who had his mouth on my glans (not the original one, they had been moving around, sharing my cock among themselves), and he was blasted by the spray, his face was dripping all over when he pulled away, and the rest of them moved to shove their faces in the remaining explosions. I came as much as I would have with my own species, which was apparently a prodigal amount to these humans, and they were all marveling and expressing their appreciation in my rather mundane expression of sexual fluid exchange (to myself, at least) and so I had impressed them all extraordinarily without half trying.
After that, we managed to shift to more conversational things, and while I had to fend off a large number of propositions to continue the sexual fluid exchanges in more private circumstances, but I was able to gather adequate data about human beings to render my report to my superiors.
I had some trouble navigating after the experience, for their pressing of alcoholic beverages upon me had been rather excessive, but I managed to eventually find the alley again, and then the trash can which was my transport pod. It was nearly dawn, so I was able to enter without being observed, and I got back to my ship and there to undergo alcohol-removal procedures to permit my brain to function properly again.
The alcohol left me terribly woozy, though, even so. I staggered (swayed, actually, upon my pseudo-podia upon which I normally ambulated) into my superior's presence and he deigned to notice me and said, "I can see you are clearly exhausted. I will confine this initial debriefing to its minimum and allow you to simply tell me the single, germane fact about the humans who inhabit this planet. What are the Earthmen like? Are they dangerous to us?"
I managed a smile (a signal of humor) and said, "Not at all. If you ask me to define the human race in a single sentence, it would have to be this."
"Earthmen are nothing but a bunch of horny cocksuckers."
THE END
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