[center][b]Kink Planet Episode 2[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw AKA IcyCoatl[/center]



[Intro fades out to a white text announcement on black background.]

[i]Following a tremendous outpouring of support in the form of letters, transnet messages, and personal visits, the suspension against a prominent member of our editing team has been lifted and their privileges have been restored. They have additionally been encouraged to provide further editorial commentary at their own discretion. This being the case, you may cease the deluge of communications on the subject. Please. ~Interplanetary Exploration and Xenostudies Network[/i]

[Text in a different font pops up beneath the above message. It reads:]

[i]I’m back bitches! Who’s ready to get this alien sex party started?!?! WOOOOOO![/i]

[i]….Too much? Okay, I’ll dial it back. A little. ;)[/i]

[Picture fades in under the enthusiastic text, displaying the blue-and-green of a typical life-bearing planet. The continents fully visible from this angle are long, drawn-out things, two running parallel to a third, vertical to the axis of spin. The larger continent trails off into the ocean in the opposite direction of the other two. Between them is a long canal-sea of varying width, dotted with spots of subdued color under the water.]

Narrator: This is the world designated Epsilon-073-4. Epsilon-073-4 has not yet received a formal name, but is rich with plant and animal life.

[View zooms into the upper portion of the larger continent, closing in on the widest portion. The plant life is darker green than most terrestrial foliage, with small patches of lighter plant matter scattered at irregular intervals in a pattern vaguely reminiscent of a dalmatian’s coat.]

Narrator: While we are likely to return to this world in the course of our search for knowledge-

[i]Can I get betting odds on the possibility that’s actually what any of us are here for? No? …Just goes to show you’re not a buncha suckers, I guess.[/i]

Narrator: -given the great biodiversity here, today we examine the species [i]Crinitus velrostri[/i], more commonly referred to plats.

[The picture has continued to zoom in at an accelerating rate, through a thick jungle canopy and into the underbrush. Some of the plants run to unusual structures, with long, broad, flat structures halfway between vines and leaves growing in nets between tree branches. Thin green flowers grow directly from roots clinging to the sides of a trunk here or there. Other unusual shapes are visible here and there. But eventually the viewpoint reaches a dense and almost pedestrian clump of fernlike greenery growing in among the roots of the massive trees. They rustle, and out steps a quadruped.]

[i]They reminded one of the scientists of a platypus, a little. I don’t really see it. Looks more like a cat with a beak to me.[/i]

[The shape of the plat’s body does somewhat resemble a feline in proportions. The limbs are a little wider and more bulky for their size however. Ending in tough-skinned digits, bare flesh disappears in a gradient as one traces upward into a thick short fur that covers their bodies in sleek oily black and gray. Its tail, about half the length of its body, is thicker at the base and thins to a point. It trails behind the creature, following the same path as the rest of the body in fluid motions. The head is an oval shape tipped with a smooth black beak the shape of a (short) paring knife. Big slitted eyes are set in shallow hollows on either side of the beak to face forward. Behind it, another beaked face emerges from the same patch of foliage.]

Narrator: Plats live the majority of their lives in mixed-sex pairs, wandering the jungle with no fixed territorial range. These omnivorous creatures eat fruit, some vegetation, and smaller prey animals. On occasion they are known to catch and devour larger creatures by teamwork, stripping them clean together before moving on.

[Out of the brush now, it is apparent that the second plat’s fur has more grey patches arranged irregularly, breaking up its outline. The first plat creeps into a second bush just as soundlessly as it arrived, its partner following precisely in its footsteps, peering around without slowing. It seems to be eyeing the camera briefly, but follows behind. If one is looking for it, one can catch a glimpse of small pair of fuzzy testicles topping a modest sheath on the leading plat, and a discreet vaginal slit on the follower.]

[i]And first booty shots of the episode. Disappointing so far, right? He’s tiny. She’s okay, little hard to see much so far. Then again, if you like that slinky way they just flow… mmmph. Maybe not that disappointing.[/i]

[Camera angle zooms fast, cutting a parabola through the branches up into the canopy and back downward to come to a clearing. It’s a very wide area, easily a dozen square miles, covered in a light yellowish-green tall grass. This is one of the ‘spots’ seen from above in an earlier cut. Large insects hover over the waving greenery here and there.]

Narrator: Plats form this bond early in their lives. Juveniles grow up here, in one of the ‘grass-lakes’. These regions each share a single large root system, pushing out trees and large plants by aggressively competing for nutrients in the soil.

[A small furry form leaps out of the dense grass, snagging a dragonfly-like insectoid in its beak. It is built similarly to the plats from earlier, but slimmer, making it look gangly in comparison. Also, its fur is not the inky black and slate gray of the adults, but an extremely dark tan. The patterning of long thin stripes of lighter gold on the back is quite similar to the male of earlier, however.]

Narrator: The young plats feed primarily on the insects seasonally drawl to these ‘lakes’, supplemented by the roots of other plants which compete with the grasses. During this time, groups of between ten and twenty individuals born at nearly the same time will live together and chase off larger predators.

[The young male crunches happily at his catch, lying down on his belly with the oversized bug clutched between his front paws. Lower, beneath the tips of the blades of grass, the density of the field is much less uniform. The leaves sprout from the dirt in discrete clumps, turning the entire place into a maze of little tunnels between the dense clusters. Another plat, also dark brown and yellow but in the patchy coat of a female, slinks up to him. Greeting the male with a trilling purr, she noses at his catch, which he adjusts to allow her to nibble at the other end.]

Narrator: As they approach maturity, the juvenile plats will begin to pair off, males and females showing preferences for other individuals. These social bonds will strengthen sharply and become much more exclusive in the last season before adulthood, with the sharing of food and sleeping curled up together a little apart from the others in their group.

[i]As much as I love perving out with you guys, this stuff is freaking adorable and worth the price of admission all on its own. Wish I could have fit in a lot more of them ‘dating’. Gonna try to convince the team to include at least a half hour of cuddles and shit in the special features for the disc release.[/i]

Narrator: Not all plats manage to find a partner however. Males outnumber females approximately three to two at birth, and not all will be able to win the favor of one of their feminine counterparts.

[A second young male plat tentatively pads up from between two of the clusters of grass, carrying another of the large insects. He lays it down next to the pair from the side, laying down in the dirt with his chin on the ground. The female ignores him, in favor of finishing off the first male’s catch. Her paramour kicks away his rival’s offering, clacking his beak at the newcomer, who huffs dejectedly before turning to eat the refused offering.]

[i]Poor little guy.[/i]

[Camera view drifts upward to hover over the small ocean of wind-stirred grass, and a time lapse of flickering day-to-night-to-day shows the passage of time. It stops at nighttime, with the display gliding over to the edge of the grass. There’s at least a dozen feet between the edge of the lightly colored cover and the treeline. A pair of plats, male in the lead and both of their coats darkened considerably from before, step out onto the open ground. With nary a backward glance, they slide on paws much surer than before into the jungle brush. Further off in the distance another male scampers off alone into the darker green.]

Narrator: Instinct does not allow for the plats to leave their grassy nurseries in groups larger than two. Those males unsuccessful in finding a female partner will have to strike out at their own. Without the extra pair of eyes to watch out for their few but determined natural predators, and the teamwork to make the occasional large kill, few of them will survive to full adulthood and beyond.

[i]Hang in there dudes! We’re pulling for you![/i]

[Abrupt cut to another part of the deep forest, less crowded with brush than previously shown. A pair of plats step into view… followed by a second pair? The four collectively inspect one another, brushing tails against sides as they sidle around each other and knocking beaks against each other. In the background a third duo approaches the group. All of the plats are noticeably on the husky side, carrying more weight around the middle and limbs than previously shown.]

Narrator: After one to two planetary years of surviving as a pair, the plats will have reached full sexual maturity. This is when the unusual behavioral patterns of their species will begin to become apparent. They will make a point of gorging themselves on more food than necessary for mere survival, storing energy for what is to come, and then seek out other pairs.

[i]Eeee, so hard not to give spoilers. You already know this has got to be good though.[/i]

[Time passes and the six plats stalk off into the darkness. The view zooms forward to another thinning in the plant life, an indeterminate amount of time later. Once more the plats come into view, having picked up a fourth pair for a total of eight individuals, four male and four female. They brush around and past one another casually as they move in a complex shuffle that has everyone rubbing against everyone else at intervals.]

[i]Gee, getting all feelsy with one another, aren’t they? X3[/i]

Narrator: These large groups can travel for hundreds of kilometers together, opportunistically feeding on plants edible to them and easy kills but surviving comfortably on fat stores to make up the difference. As you can see, the pack will make frequent physical contact with one another. It is believed that complex pheromonal and tactile signaling is taking place through this behavior, making all of the plats deeply aware of each other’s physical health and possibly other subtleties as well. This will trigger certain physiochemical changes in all of the pack members.

[i]Time to check out the goods![/i]

[Camera view swoops in to the end of the group, gliding in under a black and grey-patched otterlike tail for a closeup. The puckered tailhole is mostly invisible under a fold of skin where the base of the tail joints to her spine, but underneath that she has a simple vertical slit. Slightly swollen at the pink lips, it is much more visible than in the first glimpse at the beginning of the episode, and a single droplet of moisture is nestled in the bottom corner of the bestial vulva.]

[i]Disclaimer: I recolorized that puss just a touch to make up for the low light. Early dawn and all that. No airbrushing though, she really is that lovely~[/i]

Narrator: The female plats are coming into heat as a response to the close contact with many others, and preparing to ovulate. The males go through similar changes-

 [Picture sideswipes to under a different tail, this one with a pair of nuts attached. They are bean-shaped, and tightly wrapped by the velvety scrotum. They are obviously recognizable as similar to the original pair glimpsed earlier in the episode, but slightly larger. The sheath under them is, if anything, a trifle oversized compared to the nuts that go with it and looking as though it might be a little underfilled.]

[i]Wait for it…[/i]

[The view sideswipes again, past two more furry rumps not dissimilar from the first two, not lingering as long on these, and then zooms in on a third male.]

[i]There![/i]

[This set of balls (highlighted by a few blinking arrows pointing toward it) is much larger, large enough to wobble slightly with each step. The skin of the pouch carrying them is pulled extremely taut over the testicles inside, holding them tight to his body. So stretched is the skin that the velvety fur doesn’t really cover the skin well, which is pink with the blood flow to serve those organs. Underneath it is a sheath struggling to contain a thick penis which is only partly soft, a smooth tube that swings slightly free of containment.]

Narrator: -similar, but more variable. Their sexual organs are likewise undergoing extensive preparations. As you can obviously see, one of the males has had a much more dramatic development over the course of their association, gonads and copulatory organ growing and becoming more productive. 

[Zoom out, follow the eight beaked omnivores through the brush to the outskirts of another huge grassy patch, the group settling in to the packed dirt circle between the one type of greenery and the other. A pair of the females nuzzle at the leading male’s ballsack with interest, one after the other, before lying down next to their respective male partners.]

Narrator: It is typical of all such breeding groups for one male member to have a much more pronounced hormonal surge than the others during their travel. Sometimes two males will simultaneously experience this increase in virility when a very large group has gathered, but in general only one will. Xenobiologists are not entirely certain of the exact interchange that determines which male will make this change, but it is suspected that their close physical contact and pheromonal signaling trigger the healthiest male to make the shift.

[i]So many syllables to say his cock’n’balls got huge because he’s the studliest.[/i]

[The ‘studliest’ male grips his own female by the neck, squeezing before grooming down her spine. She chirrs encouragingly, lowering her front and stretching her rump skyward. His beak follows her tail upward, their bodies side to side in opposing parallel so she can gaze longingly at his hefty package- though that could be the viewer projecting, depending on the viewer. His penis, smooth except for a few thin veins and the head a lightly tilted backsweep, extends out of his sheath as he sniffs at her heated vent. As expected, it is rather large for his body size. If his competitors had been so large at this point, they would be unable to fit within their own sheaths even completely flaccid.]

Narrator: Under normal circumstances, this dominant male will mate with his own partner, as well as those of his counterparts.

[i]Winner take all, baby! Did any of y’all notice how Mr. Serious Voice never actually called a guy and his gal a mated pair? This is why.[/i]

[A repetitive sound, almost a screech but too low-pitched to deserve that title, neither smooth enough to be a hoot or rough enough to qualify as a roar, stops the dominant male short in his pacing around. Not yet quite to a spot where he can rear up and take his life partner and won mate, one foreleg lifted mid-step, his head turns toward the source of the noise. View tracks along with him to show what has interrupted his rut; another male plat. Not one of the three that were with them all along. Those are all shuffling back with heads pressed low to the dirt, while their feminine counterparts glance between the newcomer and their group’s stud with interest.]

Narrator: Today, it seems, may not come with normal circumstances.

[The interrupting male is heavyset and muscular, a bit larger than any of the others. His stripes are a darker grey as well, charcoal blending into his black coat. A scar runs across his right cheekbone, narrowly missing his eye and trailing all the way to the base of his neck. He rears up, falling back to all fours, and clacks his beak at the group stud in a clear challenge. The tip of his tail sways back and forth like a slow metronome.]

Narrator: A few solitary males manage to survive without a partner. During mating season, they sometimes join a breeding group. This male has been trailing behind our octet, gaining ground, and has caught up to them at the very last minute.

[The interrupted male looks back to his partner, but she’s shuffled forward and away from him to take up a position a few meters away, watching him expectantly. Without much choice, he turns to return the challenge call. From the oblique angle of the camera, it can be seen that his penis has softened rapidly, though still hanging limply from his underqualified sheath.]

Narrator: Though there is typically no dispute among males in a group as to who is the breeder. Cases such as this where two small groups find and join each other late into the season, or when a solitary male joins in a belated fashion, are infrequent but call for a more overt competition than the pheromonally mediated virilization.

[i]A challenger appears! Round one, FIGHT!!![/i]

[Simultaneously the males dart at one another. The motion is too quick to follow, but the solitary can be seen to make a last minute lurch to sideswipe at his opponent with a claw before the brawl dissolves into a blur of hissing shrieking black and gray. Just as quickly as the fight began, it’s over. Barely breathing hard, the newcomer has the group’s stud- former stud- pinned to the ground. Covered in shallow scratches the loser is panting heavily, otherwise frozen under the beak point pressed to his neck.]

[i]And victory for our bachelor. I didn’t have to work hard at all to convince the brass to put the fight, in slow mo, in the special features.[/i]

[The loser chirrs softly. Taking that as a signal, the victor pulls his beak away from the furred neck and paw off the shoulder, letting him roll over onto his back. The downed male tucks his chin downward, as if to look down at the totally limp length still extended by length rather than stiffness from his sheath. His conqueror shakes himself off, and stretches luxuriantly before stepping over him. The wide tail casts a shadow over the prone plat for an instant before it slaps down against his chest, the loner sitting down hard on the bridge of his beak.]

Narrator: The winner will now sit on the face of the loser, who invariably permits this without resisting. This display has two purposes; demonstrate dominance of the group’s new breeding male, and allow the defeated male to take in the winner’s pheromones. This plays an important role in readjusting the former breeder’s behavior.

[In this position, the solitary male’s scrotum is planted right over his counterpart’s beak, each testicle on either side. His swelling gonads are even larger than those on the defeated, pulling the pouch around them so tight with their size that it is not visibly furred at all. The crowded purse is so distended that the circulation-reddened skin is clearly visible through the individual strands of fur, bulging. The cock above it is hard as a rock, the same in shape as the defeated and noticeably larger, though not to the same degree as the balls.]

[i]Ohhhhhh yeah. Huff that manly ball-stink. XD[/i]

Narrator: Many lone males that survive long enough do well in breeding groups they join, as only the exceedingly fit can manage survival without a partner. With only whiffs of pheromonal contact with the group he has followed, and eminently fit in his own right, this solitary male has reached the upper limits of potency possible from hormonal surge.

[The losing plat does indeed seem to be ‘huffing that manly ball-stink’, chest rising and falling regularly to draw air filtered through those massively over-revved testicles. Otherwise quite still, his penis is slowly pulling back into his sheath as much as it can manage, retracted by some internal muscle. His balls still throb, no similar easy shrinkage available to them. But just from the appearance it’s easy to think of the testicles as somehow sheepish and embarrassed while their owner breaths in his superior’s pheromones in a submissive trance. One of the females- the one ‘belonging’ to obedient seat- has padded forward to sniff at the fertile orbs. She pays her defeated partner no notice.]

[i]So to recap, it’s rough to make it alone without a sweet femme fatale to watch your back. But if you’re badass enough to pull it off? You become this guy and get all the bitches.[/i]

Narrator: When this ritual has been completed, neither the previous dominant male nor his confederates will make any further move against the new breeder. After the pheromonal exchange is complete, he can set about fulfilling his reproductive duties.

[i]…even better, the wimps all watch you getting it on with their chicks.[/i]

[The new stud gets to his feet, stalking around the female’s side, lifting her heavy tail with his beak. She eagerly obliges, raising her tail skyward. The tail joints nearest her pelvis are obviously extremely flexible and the muscles lifting it quite strong, because the entire appendage points up at a sharper angle from her spine than most terran animals could manage, wrinkling up the flesh where it meets her spine at the back. She augments that by crouching her forelegs to rest those from paw to middle joint in the earth. He takes this as only his due, rearing up to clutch at her hips while her tail bumps against the side of his neck. His hips jerk awkwardly a few times, the dripping tip of his length bumping against her underbelly, actually past her entrance.]

Narrator: When a male plat is as thoroughly hormonally activated as this solitary, they can sometimes find it difficult to achieve penetration on the first try due to their penile length. Fortunately for them and the continuation of the species, the cooperative attitudes of the others in their breeding groups allow them all the time they need to maneuver.

[The camera zooms out slightly to capture more of the scene. While the reigning stud is trying to find his target, the breeder emeritus has snapped out of his trance enough to lazily flip himself upright. His eyes, still somewhat glazed, turn toward the attempted mounting of his lifelong partner. He doesn’t make any move in their direction. Instead, he crawls languidly on his belly around to the side, where he’ll have a better view of the mating tool prodding at her and the eventual fucking.] 

[The others, male and female, have begun to come a little closer after their first retreat from the single combat. One, bolder or shorter of attention span than the others, comes up beside the loser he would have allowed to mount his female if not for the last-minute upset, and presses his beak in against his face. The vanquished plat lets the other snuffle at him for a secondhand whiff of the stud’s balls, not taking his eyes off the mounting until the curious one nudges him too hard, and then only nuzzling him back before turning back to the show. A third male joins the second in sniffing at him a moment later, before lying down side to side against their erstwhile dominant, cuddling in against him.]

[i]They’re just such good sports about it. I kind of wish I could be that chill about, oh, getting beat at games.[/i]

[With a triumphant cry by the new top stud, the breeder’s tip finds its mark. With no subtlety or finesse, he shoves in with one big thrust of his hips, making the female’s cry echo out to match his. He takes the hole clutching him, brutally stretching out her folds with his maleness while he pulls back on her hips. The other females are circled around, watching as intently as the males but with an air of forced patience. One approaches from behind to sniff at the air wafting past the pendulous balls that move a little behind the beat under their own inertia.]

[The rapid humping lasts for perhaps a minute before with a final slam he freezes against her, balls wobbling to a stop well after the rest of him and pulsing. He hasn’t managed to fit all of himself into her, but as much as he can is shoved full force into her snatch and held there while he pumps her with jizz. It’s plain enough to see each ejaculation as it swells the underside of the portion of his shaft which can’t be crammed in. As this happens, a jerking twitch runs through the other males, both the three cuddled together and the one standing and circling anxiously.]

Narrator: As he inseminates the first female, the other male members of the breeding group display one of the more unusual aspects of plat sexual behavior, above and beyond the peculiar group breeding.

[All of the male’s hips twitch once in sympathy with the orgasms of the rutting stud and the female he’s opening up, the pacing plat falling over with the involuntary motion. They trill, a soft sound nearly lost in the raucous triumphant cries of the fuck-er and fuck-ee, but undeniably a satisfied sound. The deposed ex-breeder whose female is crying out is not excepted. In fact, his hips hump repeatedly and uncontrollably into the ground, large testicles bouncing, as he pumps a sticky load out onto the dirt through a flaccid penis. His motions grind the grimy mud into his underbelly, and when he finishes he pants dazedly. The first curious plat to sniff at his face squirms around, using his catlike flexibility to flip around and lever his beak up under the shuddering male’s leg so he can lick at the release.]

[i]And we are officially past the point of being good sports and well into the territory of voyeuristic little beta cucks. I think the dude who faceplanted hasn’t been to one of these shindigs before… At least he knows what he likes now.[/i]

Narrator: As an evolutionary adaptation to ease any lingering territorial impulses, nondominant male plats often reach something very much like climax from observing a mating by their group’s breeder, with the release of endorphins eroding any ill-will at a lost opportunity to mate. In cases where a dominance fight has been necessary due to multiple males being hormonally charged, the defeated male may well experience genuine physical climaxes until his biochemical state settles.

[The breeder pulls out, letting himself fall to all fours. Though a beak is inflexible, he undoubtedly seems smug. A second female approaches him, presenting to be mated with tail high and vulva quivering. The female already bred stretches, a stream of light green semen oozing from her and shining in the morning light- time has crept onward since the group first emerged from the trees. She saunters over to her partner, who glides his beak along her side as she casually steps over the plat wedged under her male to lap at his release. She climbs onto him, settling to straddle his back and rubbing her filled and stretched pussy onto the back of his neck. He raises his head to push back into her sex, still oozing the dominant loner’s seed which she gleefully grinds into his fur. The aforementioned stud has mounted his next female in the background, with the eyes of all the others glued to him.]

Narrator: The dominant breeder will mate with all of the females several times over the next few days, while all of the plats live off of fat stores. Continued close contact-

[i]And the ladies being generous enough to share the love, secondhand.[/i]

Narrator:-will keep their internal hormonal balances in sync throughout this process.

[Time lapse in fast motion, showing the group as the breeding cycle continues. Hours pass, then days, as the oversized shaft is rammed into each of the heated females in turn, over and over. There are lulls in the action where the plats stop variously watching or rutting to rest, cuddling together in a pile. Often the scarred stud male will lounge on the top of the heap, across one of more with his genitals pressed up against a ball-blissed beaked face or against the smaller endowments of the other males as if to emphasize how outclassed they are. The males continue to have their sympathy-orgasms, and a viewer might as easily imagine they are shuddering to climax along with their ‘mates’ as vicariously living through it along with the breeder.]

[i]You know, we really could have stretched this episode out for hours. This guy just doesn’t stop, and the ladies love him. Lucky bastard.[/i]

[The breedings continue on. The females noticeably go out of their way to rub their filled canals against their own males, or show the stretched and leaking slits off. While their partners are happy enough to have their fur matted and stained by the breeder’s cum, going out of their way to let as much of it crust on them as possible and licking up any globs that fall of their own accord into the dirt, they make no move to try to lick more for themselves out of the females. They give the overall impression of not wishing to detract at all from the fertility of the couplings, leaving every possible ounce of seed where it has the most chance of producing offspring.]

Narrator: In time, through the continual interchange of fluids and scents, the tone of the gathering changes.

[Indeed, subtle changes have been occurring. The dominant male, while still a relentless fuck-engine, is mounting less frequently. When pressed up against the others in the cuddle-pile, the disparity of his organs against theirs is less pronounced. Partially because their endowments seem to be growing slightly, and partly because his are reducing to a more reasonable scale as if worn away under the constant demands of rutting for four. He is by no means haggard, but still sluggish compared to his beginning performance. Finally, in a very sudden change, one of the males wanders away from his spectating position, to return with a ripe fruit he shares with the others. Then two wander away, to come back with a small bird.]

Narrator: Now that impregnation has been assured, his duty is done. The group will not go their separate ways for some weeks yet, however, and with their fat stores gone food is a necessity. Also, the non-dominant male plats will take the opportunity to reinforce their ties with their gravid female partners.

[For the first time, one of the other males mounts his female. It’s a more leisurely event than the fuckings preceding it, slower and using a smaller member. Even the posture is different, not the tail-raised-high mating but a lying-down lovemaking. The scarred stud doesn’t interfere, only watching with what might be described as tolerant amusement.]

[i]I asked one of my science buddies if plats were smart enough to be turned on by being too late.[/i]

[Once the sexual act has been completed, the pair snuggles against one another, female licking and grooming her male. Cleaning off, for the first time, the dried and crusty remains of semen from the father of her young. While she’s doing that, the dominant stud exercises his won rights to lap at her folds, cleaning out the seed of her male and swallowing it with relish before mounting her again to replace it.]

[i]I mean, like, knowing that their gals have already been knocked up by the bigger man and they’re wasting their cum. And loving it. She said there’s no way to check, but they are clever enough it wouldn’t surprise her at all. I choose to believe it, because that is[/i] so [i]hot.[/i]

[The male he’s cuckolding ([i]again[/i]), who had only orgasmed dryly before today, cums over his own belly watching it. Similar scenes occur with all of the others, a much more relaxed sexuality overtaking the pack now that the females are already impregnated with the best seed available. Not only between the life-partners either, though only the ruling stud seems allowed to have his semen stay in a feminine snatch, and partners make love to each other more often than anyone but their dominant male.]

[i]If you ask me, it looks an awful lot like the guys were getting off harder watching their ladies get railed full of eggs. Not that this isn’t pretty cute. Oh, right, spoilers: they lay eggs.[/i]

Narrator: And so they carry on, strengthening bonds and resting, while the males continue to forage for the group while the females conserve their strength to incubate their offspring. After a relatively rapid gestation period, approximately a month in terran years, they will lay a number of hard-shelled eggs in a communal nest, far enough into the grass to shield them from predators.

[Jump cut forward in time, the picture is centered on the hindquarters of one of the plat females. Her patchy grey-and-black furred belly is stretched wide, though overall she is thinner, her reserves spent on her young. A black-speckled egg, perhaps a little larger than her head, is easing out of her vulva, shining with her natural lubrication and stretching its mother’s pussy wider than even its father’s maleness. It falls, trailing a string of her juices, to nestle in a pile of perhaps ten similar eggs, all freshly laid. Two more roll out of her, the plat’s belly flattening now that it is divested of her burden. She turns to regard the nest, squinting at her eggs. With one paw she turns one of her eggs, rearranging it according to some mysterious pattern alongside its siblings and half-siblings. Seeming satisfied, she turns to slink off through the grass which rustles along her larger-than-juvenile frame.]

Narrator: The males remain outside of the grass, waiting for their life partners to return. This is the last of the females to finish laying.

[The view jumps to a half-and-half view, obstructed on one side by blades of light green grass and showing on the other side the bare dirt between that and the forest edge. A beak smoothly glides out of the greenery, the rest of the new mother smooth as silk behind it. Only two male plats remain. One is the scarred loner male, and by his stripe pattern the other is the plat he defeated for the right to breed. They sit companionably side by side, genitalia noticeably shrunk down to a much more manageable, [i]much[/i] smaller size, like that first shown two commercial breaks ago. Evidently, carrying that much maleness around routinely would be an inconvenience in the dense jungle.]

Narrator: The other bonded pairs have left already, obligation to the species fulfilled and needing to seek out regions not depleted by a long stay by a large group. In a year’s time, the cycle will start again, with new breeding groups forming by opportunity or re-forming by the effort of the previous year’s members.

[i]Stop and think about that a moment. I mean, really, read between the lines: Sometimes, the couples like getting bred/having their girlfriends swiped by a particular studmuffin so much that they’ll go find him again, rather than join another party where they might have better (or at least[/i] different [i]) odds of taking the lead. Wow.[/i]

[The female slinks up between both males, sides brushing against theirs on her way past and shooting what can only be described as a seductive look back. At which, there’s no telling. The scarred plat sniffs delicately under her tail as she passes, and far from trying to stop him the other male shudders a little at the sight before rubbing up against the loner as well, catlike, on his way to follow his female into the jungle. The loner male stays for a time, contentedly enjoying a sunbeam for a while before stalking off in another direction, posture seeming to ooze smugness.]

[i]Makes you wonder which of those guys is getting a better deal. Or maybe that’s just me. Ah well, they all seem happy with it and I guess that’s what matters. Time to get ready to roll the credits.[/i]

Narrator: Before long, the eggs will hatch to fend for themselves and each other until they are old enough to pair and walk out into the jungles themselves, and then in turn joining a breeding group of their own. So it is that the plats of Epsilon-073-4 perpetuate their existence, passing on the best genes while maintaining stable partnerships to ensure long term survival. For now, we leave them to their lives. Join us next time to explore the fascinating reproductive lives of yet another strange alien species, here on [i]Kink Planet![/i]

[Credits play. At end of credits, a small message scrolls by:]

[i]Hey, it’s your favorite video editor and technician here. Just wanted to say thank you all for speaking up on my behalf, I was sure I was gonna get canned. Also, totally awesome to know you find me entertaining. Rest assured, there’s more where that came from.[/i]

[i]…Am I ruining my punk cred? I’m ruining my punk cred. Let’s try that again: Sayonara bitcheeeeessssss! ;) Catch you on the next installation of this alien fuck-fest, it’s been real![/i]



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