Page 13 of Breedable Boys from Outer Space
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Just a preference. I’m better with cars than people.”
He blinked. “Cars?”
“Automobiles? Ground-based transport vehicles?” I attempted to clarify.
He was contemplative for several seconds, then nodded. “Ah, I understand now. I have seen several moving about.”
“Don’t you have something similar?”
He tilted his head to one side. “We are able to walk for most of our basic needs. We have…” he made a swooping motion with one hand.
“Aerial?” I guessed.
He considered the suggestion for a few seconds, then nodded. “Yes, aerial. We have aerial conveyances if we need to travel farther than we can walk.”
“What about those who are injured and cannot walk or those with disabilities?”
He blinked at me. “Please explain.”
“Are they stuck at home?”
He laughed. “They can move as they please. There are…” He held up both hands, one moving about an inch over the other.
I studied the motion. “Hover?”
He nodded. “Yes… hover conveyances. They are available for all who wish to use them. Those with need have them in their home, those without call for one if they wish to use it. One will arrive within a few sikilhu.”
I blinked. “A few what?”
He stared at me, then frowned. “Apologies.” He tapped a couple of times behind his ear. “Ah, minutes would be your equivalent.”
“Ok.”
He studied me for a few seconds. “It seems we are not compatible. May you find your mate this night.”
I blinked at the sudden declaration. “Um… you too?”
“Thank you.” With that, he strode away.
I shook my head, trying to understand what just happened. How had he decided that we weren’t compatible so quickly?
I looked around and realized that though only a few minutes had passed, there were already at least twenty couples making out like horny teenagers.
I blew out a long breath. Dr. Wallace had indicated that the urge to mate would be overwhelming, but he’d failed to mention how quickly it took effect.
Maybe I really hadn’t been compatible with the yellow man.
I retreated to the couch and sat.
The aliens flitted from group to group and man to man. It seemed that brief interactions seemed to be the norm until they found somebody… compatible. Then it was like fireworks going off. As soon as something clicked between them and one of the humans a switch was flipped and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
It was both fascinating and terrifying to watch. Men whom I’d spent the past few weeks with, knowing them as calm and reasonable, were unable to control themselves. They kissed like the only air in the room was from their new mate’s lungs, and grabbed at asses and crotches as if there was nobody else around.
A moan came from one side, and I turned to see a pink-skinned alien pinned to a wall, a human’s hand shoved down the front of his pants and obviously playing with his cock.
I shivered. Would that be me by the end of the night?
It was apparent that what I’d thought was supposed to be a mixer… was, in fact, a state-sponsored orgy.
