Aliens Need Women!
mc; Mg; gg; Mdom; tf; mast
They came without warning, without fanfare. They came from somewhere beyond, beyond the fragile atmosphere of planet Earth, and quite possibly from beyond the boundaries of the universe itself.
Too long, didn’t read version: They came to Earth.
“They” were inscrutable alien beings, from some iteration of Mars, or quite possibly Dimension X. Something like that. Also, they weren’t so much inscrutable as entirely male and as such were thinking with their gonads more often than they really ought to be. Which, of course, leads to the reason an all-male species would be bouncing around to a place like Earth: sex.
They needed women. Being strictly male brought with it the complete impossibility of procreation. Which meant the men had to be, at best, somewhat predatory and parasitic- requiring females of other races. Why human women? Maybe something meshed better. Maybe they were simply more adaptable.
(Actually, it was because there was something about the orgasm of the human female that appealed to them- lots of thrashing and screaming.)
And so it was that quietly, undetected by puny human devices, the alien craft lowered themselves into the sky above the small American town of Russet Corners…
Jamie Madson sat, legs kicking against the bar chair and bar that wrapped around one end of the Madson family kitchen. The redheaded 12-year-old was bored to tears. Her best friend had gone out to a movie, and her mom- presently preparing soup of some kind at the stove- had refused to allow her to go to a PG-13 movie.
Lousy one year difference.
Katlyn, Jamie’s mom, sighed in frustration. “Honestly, dear, you’d think that it was the end of the world. It’s just a movie.”
“Yeah, a movie I can’t go see with my friend,” Jamie snapped back. “How would you like it if I said you and dad can’t do whatever it is you do when I’m in bed and you think I’m asleep?”
Katlyn started. “Young lady, that is none of your business and you are grounded for a week!”
“I’m not the one making all the noise!” Jamie returned, forcing herself as far into standing position as she could without completely leaving her chair.
The argument was cut short by a green-yellow flash. When it was finished, both females were gone, leaving behind empty clothes.
Across town, Shawna Rascombe sat, listlessly playing a handheld game console that was older than she was. Her ebony skin was dark, combining with her equally-dark clothing to make her seem like a shadow in the corner of the small apartment.
She hadn’t seen her parents in days. That wasn’t uncommon; her folks commonly were doing other things. She was glad they weren’t around. She could do whatever she wanted to do when they weren’t around.
The door slammed, and Shawna winced. That was the one thing she didn’t like about when her parents were gone. Her sister would come home, and she’d have to put up with her.
Lise stormed into the room, glaring down at her. Shawna glared back, and for a long moment 10 and 15 year old were glaring at one another. Finally, Lise broke the silence.
“Listen, squirt, my boyfriend is coming over. I don’t care what you think, but if he wants you-“
“Fuck off!” Shawna interjected.
Before Lise could reply, there was a yellow-green flash, and both were gone. Only their clothing remained.
All four women were stunned, staring at their new surroundings- something of an almost sterile gunmetal grey cell- in bewilderment. They barely had time to adapt to their surroundings (let alone their nudity), when one wall hissed open, and the aliens strode in.
It was an odd mix of heights, but they were uniformly covered by obscuring bodysuits that revealed little more than a flat, dull red figure with a black visor. Katlyn Madson screamed, Lise said something and started scrambling backwards, and the two youngest girls just stared in shock.
Two of the half-dozen aliens strode into the room, jabbing poles with metal collars on them around the necks of Jamie and Shawna. They began to drag the girls out of the room, booting Katlyn to one side as she tried to get her daughter away from them.
Shawna noted with some disgust that her sister didn’t try to save her.
The girls were silent as they trudged behind the alien guards. Partially because they didn’t know what to say, and partially from fear of reprisal from the alien guards. They walked for long minutes, and were finally ushered into a room. The guards forced them in front, shoving them backwards into racks that hissed into place and restrained them. They felt themselves tipping backwards some relief as their guards turned the poles attached to the collars, releasing some of the pressure.
They couldn’t get up from the racks, though.
The two girls turned their heads, staring into one another’s eyes. They saw terror before the aliens forced their heads forwards, attaching one last restraint to keep their heads in place. The aliens wheeled down some weird apparatus, something that looked like a TV with a weird glass protrusion from the top. The protrusion clicked into place on the head restraint, and the screen came to life with a green flicker.
Jamie had enough time to realize her eyes hurt before her thoughts started to slow down. All she could hear with a dull bass buzzing and an oscillating whistle, but she couldn’t focus on those. She couldn’t think, and after a long time her mind came up with the metaphor of it being like swimming through gelatin.
Shawna didn’t have that understanding. She never felt the brief pain. She saw the spiral, heard the noises, and felt it all seep into her brain.
Both girls stared into the green light, watching it spiral, listen to the noises, and never felt when their thoughts began to change. They slowly felt their new purpose drip into their minds like congealed sap. They were there to be breeders, to save whatever alien race would end up using them. They were to protect their new masters. And they were to love one another; they were now a breeding pair, to be kept together until death separated them. Such was the advantage of their youth; older breeding slaves weren’t so lucky.
And for all this knowledge, they left things behind. Russet Corners vanished from their minds, followed by their families. School and other friends also slipped away, animals and favored foods. Such fripperies were unimportant in their new lives.
They barely noticed when their collars pierced their skin. But they felt the flush and rush of heat to their pubescent pussies, the hardening of their nipples as arousal took hold. They felt their bodies manipulated to the position of being bred, and this only served to arouse them further.
They didn’t feel pain when the aliens first penetrated them. Only pleasure, an orgasmic bliss washing through them. The pair’s reactions to the sudden breeding were a contrast. Jamie simply whimpered, muttering the occasional “yes”, her voice mostly lost to moans of pleasure and bliss.
Shawna, on the other hand, was quite vocal, vulgarities flowing from her mouth like a waterfall. “Yes! Master, please, fuck me! Make me your cunt, your toy! Give me your alien babies, I need your alien babies!”
Neither girl was understood, but both came when their wombs were flooded with alien sperm. The restraints released them, and they flopped to the floor, bodies spasming as orgasm flooded their systems.
As the tremors settled, both girls glanced at one another again. Terror was gone now, replaced by love, joy, and insatiable need.
Months later, Shawna and Jamie sat in another room on a larger ship. Their bellies were swollen with their second breeding. Their first had been taken not long after the birth, and they’d been quite happy to be bred again with all due haste. Shawna in particular loved the tight, full feeling of being pregnant with alien progeny.
Both girls smiled mindlessly, fingers busy in one another’s pussies as they glanced around the room with glassy eyes. There were many more breeding pairs here; some taken from Russet Corners after the initial quartet had proven more successful than anticipated, others from other places in the world. The age range was equally impressive, though none of the females in the room were of a mind to appreciate that.
Mostly, it was about sex or socializing with other breeding pairs, or with the few older slaves that occupied this room, this semi-organic sauna. Shawna’s eyes fell on the half-transformed figure in one corner. Her mind briefly told her that that semi-insectoid had previously been her sister, but that wasn’t important. Jamie’s eyes had looked on the nearby form of her mother, who was squatting and laying eggs of some kind, locked into orgasm as she did so.
As orgasm crashed over the pair, the thoughts themselves scattered like ashes on the wind. They had a high purpose now, and a great joy in fulfilling it.
