Page 5 of Breedable Boys from Outer Space
“Unfortunately, that was only the first blow. A couple hundred years after the first pandemic, another swept through the population. However, the second seemed to affect only females.”
A murmur filled the auditorium as some started to make sense of our being there.
The general cleared his throat again. “Drastic measures were taken. Genetic modification on a planetary scale. They were able to isolate how the disease attacked females, but not prevent it. What they did instead was to give men the ability to get pregnant.
“Their population is now entirely male,” he stated. “All with the ability to both sire and bear children.”
He paused as the assembled servicemen erupted into chatter, then resumed as everybody quieted again.
“These modifications were enough to see them survive until now. However, in their quest to increase fertility, they have seen a decline in virility. Most of their men can now get pregnant easily, but fathering a child is much more difficult.”
“So they came here?” somebody called out.
“Yes, soldier, they decided to come here,” the general replied. “This was considered the most viable option for them, as every genetic modification has unforeseen risks. Meanwhile, we are genetically, biologically, and sexually compatible with no changes.”
The slide changed, and I swallowed. A photo of several gorgeous men with hues of faintly pastel skin was displayed.
I might not have understood everything the general had said, but I’d gotten the bit about their world being all-male. It meant that each of the men in the photo liked dick, and mine was perking up.
“So you want us…?” somebody shouted but trailed off.
“To breed with them,” the general finished. “Yes. That is the idea.”
“And how is us fucking them a matter of national security?”
The slide changed, replacing the photo of the men, with one of gleaming equipment.
“They’ve proposed an exchange. Unaltered human DNA, delivered the old-fashioned way, for access to some of their technology. Sample pieces have already been provided as a show of good faith, and experts agree that what we learn will advance our knowledge by hundreds of years.”
“So this is to gain a military advantage?”
The general shook his head. “No, soldier. This is to keep up. They were well aware of our planetary strife, and have made the same offer to every nation. We have no doubt that our adversaries are cherry-picking and conscripting men as we speak with the intention of fulfilling the quota.”
He looked around. “But we’re the U.S.A., and we believe that a volunteer force will result in the best outcomes. That is why you are here. You all already volunteered to serve your country once, and we’re asking you to do it again.”
A laugh from the back. “You’re asking me to dick down some alien hottie in the name of national security? Sign me up.”
The general’s lips quirked into a smile, which he quickly hid. “While I appreciate your enthusiasm, there is more you should know.” He motioned, and another man strode onto the stage.
“Good afternoon gentlemen,” said the second man. “My name is Doctor Eugene Wallace, and I’m an expert on human genetics and reproductive physiology. I was called in by the government to consult on the situation, and to give you realistic expectations should you decide to participate.”
The slide changed again. “First, the basics. The men in question are roughly ninety percent human—when compared to you or I. Some of that difference is the genetic modifications they have made to survive, and the rest is lingering DNA as a result of cross-breeding with the now-extinct native inhabitants of their planet. That’s where they get the tints to their skin.”
A new slide, then he continued. “It is that lingering alien DNA that is of highest concern. While not dangerous, there are… side effects.”
Dr. Wallace paused, then the slide changed again. “The aliens had a more developed pheromone system that continues to be present in these hybrids, one that causes changes in brain chemistry during mating. If one of these men is attracted to you, you will feel intense sexual desire in return if the attraction is at all mutual. Intercourse only strengthens this bond.”
He licked his lips. “Early test participants have reported tendencies toward extreme fidelity, hypersexuality, and reduced refractory periods.”
“Can you explain all that in English?” somebody near me yelled.
“What’s he’s saying,” shouted back a man on the other side of the auditorium, “is that you’ll be a sex addict with your alien husband, and be able to fuck like rabbits.”
Doctor Wallace nodded. “Crude, but that is essentially correct.”
“Husband?” somebody else shouted.
“Yes,” the doctor explained. “Due to the pheromones, they mate for life, and early indications are that we are affected the same way. Once you’re with one of them, he’s the only one you’ll want.”
