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“That went out of fashion,” I make up. “Now, all the Bululg choose this way to be hatched.” I break the pod open. “Look, there are seeds. Each seed is one Bululg alien. If we plant them, soon small Bululg will sprout from the ground.”

Maeve sniffles. “But we don’t wantmoreof them. They’re mean.”

“But if they’re ours,” I go on, “we can tell them to be nice.”

“Perhaps we can send them out to the other Bululg,” she suggests, “and then they can persuade all of them to be nice.”

“Brilliant!” I beam, happy she’s running with my absurd joke. “Let’s start now.” I pick a small seed out of the pod and hold it up between two fingers. “Hello in there, little Bululg! This is Arelion speaking. When you sprout from this seed, you’ll be nice, all right? Don’t go around selling people at auctions. And try to dress better, for void’s sake. Those rags you want to wear are badly out of style. Your turn.” I drop the little seed into Maeve’s palm.

She gives me a little smile and gives it a stern look. “Be very nice and don’t invade other planets. Also tell your buddies togive up the planets they’ve already invaded. And when you build spaceships, make them really comfortable for Earth girls. Put in some seats that are nice to use. Some couches. Some closets. It’s the least you can do.”

“Exactly! Well said, Maeve. And now…” I carelessly toss the whole pod over my shoulder, not looking where it lands. “There. Perfectly planted.”

Maeve flicks the seed off her palm with one finger. It bounces off a rock and disappears into the distance. “It’s important to be careful where you plant them.”

“Oh, it’s vital,” I agree knowledgeably. “We do want our Bululg to grow up right. If not, they’d be no better than… Bululg, I suppose.”

Maeve chuckles and puts a hand on my forearm. “Thanks for cheering me up.”

I shrug. “I needed cheering up, myself.”

She looks up at me thoughtfully. “Things didn’t work out well with your mission, right? And you lost your really great spaceship.”

“The mission is still going on,” I tell her. “And I suppose it could be argued that this ship is more valuable than my old one.”

Maeve slides her hand over to my stomach, slowly letting it drop further. “I never showed you the Earth custom I talked about.”

My crotch swells immediately, and the breath catches in my throat. “You never did.”

Her eyes have a mischievous look in them. “I think this is the time. Except it’s not a custom at all. It’s just something Ireallywant to do.” Her hand slides down to my pants and trace the edge.

“The customs that are not customs are the best ones,” I breathe as heat of anticipation spreads through me. ShouldIdo something?”

“Not right now.” She cups my hardness outside the pants. “This does all we need. Actually, if you could…” She struggles with my pants.

I reach down and unsnap them, then let her pull them down. My manhood is released from its fabric prison and strains skywards, blue and feathered.

Maeve gasps, although she’s seen it before. “It’s so beautiful!”

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- Maeve-

I never thought I’d see a beautiful cock. They’re mostly just weird. But this one is like a piece of art, like one of those sculptures inside the alien art gallery.

There are feathers, there are alien features, there are ridges and spirals and bulges. It all looks designed to please as much as possible. I saw it back in the crazy greenhouse, but I was so deep in the trance that it just registered as something wonderful. Now that I can admire it for real, it creates a hard surge inside me. It’s big, but not so huge that it’s frightening. Iwantthat.

Arelion has spread his wings, and the spectacular feathers rustle as they’re presented in the most eye-catching way. He seems to fill all the space in the big room, being the only important thing in here.

That, I realize, is not voluntary. It’s a mating reflex for him. And it works, too. His presence overshadows everything, and I want nothing more than to mate with this peacock-like alien.

I kneel down, grateful the Bululg at least make their floors with a bit of softness to them.

Grabbing his cock with both hands, I glance up at him. “May I?”

“Who am I to question a fake custom?” Arelion rasps. His cock twitches hard in agreement.

“Exactly.” I give the tip of his alien rod a quick kiss.

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