Three Hundred Million and One

"I won't play along!" I shouted as much to her as to the walls. "I'm not just some prized bull to be put to stud whenever it suits your purposes! You...." I pointed my shaking finger at the sumptuous creature. "You're not human...you're not a woman...you're some horrible alien monster! Y-you've probably got tentacles when you're not around men." The randy alien seemed incensed.

"I am your Desire!" she angrily hissed through full, kissable lips. And I was blasted sharper than before by the lemon-citrus scent. "I am the craving in your heart that you fear shall never be...." She took a step closer. "I am the ache in your groin...." oh boy. She wasn't lying. "You cling to tired ideals of meaningless restraint and nobility; falsely denying the rampant drive that seethes in your balls.

"Oh yes....I can see that your cock knows the truth; the only reality that matters is that I am a ripe, wet, and willing female – who is more than ready to bear your seed!"

"You.... I'm not..." I tried to make flimsy protests against being bred like cattle, but I was so close...to complete surrender – but then my self-proclaimed Groin-Ache decided to tip the scales. What she did made sense, in a way. Obviously the Coit'ii have some kind of mind-reading ability, to find the body-ideals to seduce men with, so it shouldn't have surprised me that they can affect the mind in other ways.

Her plump lips parted, and a low growl began to emanate from her throat. It was a familiar sound, not unlike what she was doing that first time she sucked my cock. Then, she had charged my sex with a surge of energy that left me hard for over a day. Apparently, whatever she'd done then was just a minor foreshadow of what she could really do.

I could instantly sense that some outside force was twisting my thoughts. A low, obscene animal growling that conjured up images of primal ruttings and instinctive couplings. Carried with the throaty snarls was some sort of psychic, empathic attack. There was lust yes, certainly my groin began to twinge with need. But it was far more than insidious than that.

I knew....I knew things about myself that could not be true. Yet I was filled with an unshakable conviction of my invincibility. Suddenly, I knew that I was more powerful than Hitler invading France, more popular than the winner of any national election. I knew that I could have more women than Wilt Chamberlain. I felt richer than Bill Gates. I was beyond law, beyond social control. I laughed with manic glee.

"I..c-can do...anything!!" I realized. I felt so popular; that I had no doubts that I could do anything to any woman, and still be loved, feared, or worshiped. There was no one to punish me for any crime, and my head swam with the triumphant surety that all the world was my oyster.

And here was this growling, naked slut who craved my manmeat... and she would get it! I could not be touched by any consequence, and it seemed so silly, ridiculous to put any restraint on my natural impulses. Here was a ready, willing woman eager to receive my spurting gift. Suddenly it didn't seem to matter whether she was from Timbuktu or the Andromeda Galaxy.

With a growl of my own, I surged towards Groin-Ache, and was amazed still at how easy it was to spear my raging meat into her girlslit. Her body rippled and thrashed as we stumbled backwards towards the showers, lathering each other with our tongues. In our flailings, one of us hit the knob for one of the many showerheads, and with hot water peppering me, I rammed my beef into the hungry womb of the snarling, sultry she-demon. Her arms encircled me as she spread her legs to receive my manly gift.

But her cunt...it was so loose, and yet tight...at once. I glanced down at the junction between our rutting bodies, and the lips of her labia seemed to open and close like a second mouth, her cuntlips moving to envelope and secure my member with a life of their own. And I was bombarded with a sweet and tingly compound-scent, a lot like...root beer. Once again it was clear that the powers of the Coit'ii were different in real life than they'd seemed in the Simulator World. It felt like I was being devoured whole by lust itself.

But soon, I could no longer see the junction where our sexes ground into each other, as the ripeness of her breasts threatened to obscure all. Every five seconds, it seemed as though her tawny mounds of alien tit swelled a little more than an inch wider. As her rock-hard nipples ground into my chest, But it wasn't as though her boobs were inflating with some other fluid, the raw titflesh itself seemed to increase with a slow and steady swell far beyond a handful for even the largest human.

Her entire torso undulated against the wall where my rod was spearing her dripping sex. And I had continuously teased her nipples with thumb and fingers...and yet – the more her breasts grew, the more sensitive they became! Her neck tendons clenched and her expression twisted into savage intensity. The nymphomaniacal extraterrestrial had been driven beyond all reason as our bodies sandwiched together. Her boobs formed tight zones of bulging cleavage as each breast pressed against the other as she thrust her chest upon mine.

I had heard that some Earthwomen could climax only from nipple stimulation, I wondered if that was true of the Coit'ii? With great force of will I yanked my ten inches from the slippery chasm that massaged it and spun my alien paramour around, holding her hips from behind. I thrust her ripening chest into the hot spray from the wall-mounted showerheads in this fantasy setting. Groin-Ache's body shivered, and not from being cold. If possible, her nipples grew even harder, longer...they had nearly surpassed pinky tips and where exceeded thimble size. She squirmed fiercely in my strong grip, and I replaced my member with three fingers that I proferred to her drooling snatch. Her pussy convulsed with an obscene vigor that should not have been possible for a normal woman. A hungry, alien twat squeezed my fingers and seemed to suck them up into her seething female core as an offering to her unearthly libido. My surging shaft I used to run up and down the valley of her butt crack in tantalizing suggestion.

"Blast you, male." Sneered the aroused shapeshifter. Her root beer scent became flavored with a twinge of lemon. I put a hand under her heaving left breast, which flowed outwards and down, obscuring my fingers completely, while I dug my other hand ever deeper into her grasping snatch. "No...No more tricks! No more games!"

She slipped from my grasp, both from the wetness of the water and her own oily disposition, then wheeled around and launched her hips against my cock, using my shoulders to vault herself against me. The impact caused me to lose my balance and slid against the wet tiles, it also had the effect of returning my rampant rod to the gaping chasm of girlflesh that so craved penetration. Groin-Ache was atop me now, her green eyes aflame with lust as she rode my shaft to the hairy hilt.

"....*hurrrrnnh* ....cannot resist me....will feel you....fathering your young into my womb....*AAAAANGH!!* Want....your vigorous human sperm....swimming inside me.....Expression from your culture...'Sowing your Wild Oats'....I will have all your Oats, human. Cum! Cum inside me and sow your seed in my fertile belly!!" It was madness, her craving was beyond belief...and it worked.

With a strangled grunt, my rod exploded. The sex-demon wrapped arms and legs around my chest and thighs, muffling a tortured scream of ecstasy against my pecs. The rising tide of orgasmic bliss came to me, and with each potent spurt, I seemed to drift above...outside myself - a euphoric sense of disembodiment in which the pleasure of seeding the churning womb atop me was all.

Her sweet, root beer musk drowned out my sense of smell, but I could feel the alien thrashing against me, giving my chest and shoulders lurid licks and bestial love-bites. As I blasted my manseed into her spasming femalia, my cock seemed to take a life of its own, my groin and pelvis pumping, thrusting, as though I were a mere puppet to my sperm-jetting biology.

**********

It was difficult to say how long it lasted. When the euphoric disembodiment faded, I was still lying in the chamber made to resemble a Girl's Locker Room. My unearthly mating partner lay sprawled next to me, soaking wet, hyperventilating, and with tremulous pillows of boob the size of soccer balls. She began to grunt, and tremble – then clutched her sculpted abdomen. She moaned luridly as a strange lump appeared beneath her navel – which began to swell...And swell.

"Huh...almost like you're pregnant..."

"Of course I am, silly male. How couldn't I be; with sperm as vigorous and eager as yours? Still feel them....swimming, penetrating..." Say what? Was she aware of my individual sperm cells? Her belly swelled and pulsed, as if she were somehow sitting on a hidden pump. Just as a human would have been after nearly six months of pregnancy.

My eyes widened, I scrambled away in shock. My Beyond-Gorgeous, Groin-Aching lover cooed and massaged her rapidly gravid belly. This hyper-pregnancy apparently afforded a profound sensual bliss for Coit'ii that rivaled the sex itself. Her root beer musk was fading, being replaced by the aroma of hot apple pie.

"*Uuurrrrrrrnnhhh* Love this planet....love the sperm here....Grow....Grow..." she ordered her belly, which ripened into a seven-month swell.

"Just...just not possible...w-we're different species...from different planets." I hoped to deny the strangeness I was witnessing, hoped it was some sort of simulated reality.

"Mmmmmm....we Coit'ii are a meta-species...we don't have the same kind of stable genome that most carbon-based life does....much more flexible. *Ooooooh* " her womb rippled. "We have a heuristic reproductive system that allows us to interbreed with any carbon-based male sentient, we can absorb the best traits of each race, and grow ever stronger with each new species we breed with. Our biology...*GRUNT* works better with human sperm than with most others."

Heuristics...a computer term, geek that I was it made sense to me. Problem-solving....adaptive systems...but biological. So they'd done this before, to countless other planets; copying the fantasies of the males, and rapidly spawning legions of their kind to wrest the planet away by whatever means necessary. From what I'd overheard from the others, it seemed that humanity was the most virile race in the galaxy...and it began to make more sense. If these creatures can grow offspring to term in just minutes, then...with the ability to travel to other planets, it wouldn't be long before there were....more than billions, trillions of them! A sexual plague that no single species could hope to defeat. And I had helped them, I had given her my sperm, and conceived another shape-shifting, cock-sucking alien succubus to infiltrate and seduce.

"There are no male Coit'ii....are there?" I asked, still exhausted from my exertions.

"No....our cells cannot express masculine genetic traits, so it is the nature of our existence that we must entice males of other carbon-based species to impregnate us....as you have done....quite nicely, I might add." She arched her back, tits thrusting forward. "You seem to believe that we are monstrous invaders steeped in evil – but while I can change my outward shape, we cannot change the core of what we are anymore than you can stop breathing."

"But...but you could have negotiated for the sperm of mankind!"

"Why negotiate for that which you can surely take? No...wherever there are men who crave sex, the Coit'ii will seduce them. We couldn't stop ourselves if we wanted to. And we don't want to stop... we want more sex, more births – we need more sperm. And the human male can produce nearly Three-Hundred Million spermatozoa with a single orgasm – that kind of virility will enable the current regime to remain in power by supplying more sperm, at cheaper rates than ever. The semen of humanity will satisfy the masses, allow us to expand as never before, and keep the Empress in power for a long, long time." It was a political angle as well. If my dreams were any indication, the force that subdued the Earth was greater in number and power than any war-effort humanity had ever dreamed of – it would take a vast, interstellar empire to control the resources that had shattered civilization and prepped every man on the planet for sperm harvest.

"But I'm not sure I - " my naked musings upon the shower tiles were interrupted by the buzzing of one of the blue penis-robots. It beeped over the throbbing cunt of my lover, then thrust itself inside...making a sucking sound.

"Oh...I will miss the feel of your sperm thrashing around inside me." The blue, floating robot beeped several times, then disengaged with a wet slurp, before rising upwards and flying around the corner and out of view.

"M-my sperm....that machine took it?"

"Of course! Now that you've succeeded in fathering your young upon me, we can't let the rest of your millions of seed go to waste can we? It all goes into the Common Fund." The spiraling tubes where the combined semen of everyone in this tower was sucked away. So sperm was so important that every single cell was preserved and transported – it only took one, ultimately to do the deed. So there must be billions...trillions of hopelessly sex-starved Coit'ii on many planets, and if they can breed so fast, then there could be countless legions that would never have a chance to mate personally with a man.

"So you need every last sperm cell to impregnate the lower masses of your fast-breeding society... because there are probably more of you than there could ever be men enough for. So the lower classes without direct access to a man must be regularly impregnated...probably by artificial insemination, in order to remain content.

"But...just keeping them happy would mean that there would always be more...and more Coit'ii... and you would need increasingly large supplies of sperm, as well as fresh sources." I reasoned aloud. "But those guards...they seemed to have stable, long lasting pregnancies? Why?"

"Mmmmhhh....the Chastities? They are given fertility suppressant drugs to slow down their pregnancies to several of your weeks."

"Ohh..." and then more pieces fell into place. "You need someone to guard men and sperm from unauthorized use and piracy; but how could you trust other Coit'ii who've probably got just as strong a biological clock as any of you? Yeah...I bet that by keeping them pregnant, they shouldn't want sperm and sex as much, so you can trust them to not hog all the men for themselves."

"You have a swift, and agile mind human. It is good, because that means that the offspring you have seeded my womb with should be cunning as you are." I guess that was a compliment. "End Mating." ordered Groin-Ache. A pink beam of light swept over me, and began to levitate me towards the ceiling, which sphinctered open for my exit.

**********

My days were spent inside a surprisingly spacious white chamber with a cyan-blue floor composed of a clear, hard glass-like gel. I found that if I thought hard enough about what I wanted, then the blue-green material could shape itself into a variety of objects. It could form any conceivable furniture, even complex exercise equipment to allow me to stay in decent shape for my sentence as Stud-slave for the Coit'ii Empire.

The floor material could also form flat screens that could reveal images (and scents) from far-off places. I even discovered that I could see other planets in my solar system. (I guess their solar system now.) I saw the rusty red deserts of Mars from high in space and....ooh...look there – Mars has a great rift valley that human scientists have named Valles Marineris, and I could see lights there, definite habitation! A massive Coit'ii vessel hung in high orbit around the Red Planet, larger than either of the tiny moons – the ship must have been nearly thirty miles long. It rather resembled a green-metal beetle with six breasts. And there were others.

I saw gas-choked Venus, with a large number...at least....a hundred more such ships orbiting its North Pole, and there was a great, white ball – must have been hundreds of miles wide, streaking like a comet...on a collision course! My eyes widened in surprise as I considered the odd scene. The huge white ball was far smaller than Earth or Venus...but still large enough...big enough to be...

"Pluto!" I reasoned. "They've dragged Pluto out of orbit and are crashing it into Venus!" There was a certain harsh logic to the move; Neither world was frankly very useful to carbon-based life, but an impact between the two of them could shatter Venus' pressure-cooker atmosphere, at the same time adding water to the dry scorcher. If the Coit'ii could control C02 levels afterwards, they might be able to halt the greenhouse effect and force the temperature to drop. From my chemistry days, I knew that large amounts of water would also help to calm down temperatures. I watched the celestial manipulation dumb-struck for a few minutes as I quivered in awe at the power of an Empire capable of such extraordinary feats.

"Living space....they'll need lots of it. If they breed as fast from sex just once, there would be so many...hard to think of how many there must be – but they'd need our entire solar system to settle. And what about Earth itself?

For a moment, I thought that we'd gained another moon. Earth seen from orbit had a massive planetoid hanging over the South Pole...it must have been....hundreds of miles... the spherical construct was close to Pluto in size! "Like....like a Death Star!" But it was not a super-weapon meant to shatter our planet; it was probably there to manage the harvest of mankind and store the semen of my race. And it was spherical; something that large I knew, would compress itself into a ball from its own gravity, and the Coit'ii had built their Sperm-Harvester Mothership into a sphere to begin with.

"Of course, Sol-Three-Hundred-Million is the choicest territory of all." Said the voice of the alien whom I knew as Dr. Cox. Another flat screen showed her face and torso, with her Porn-worthy F-cup tits on brazen display.

"There's no such planet by that name."

"Of course there is, you were born there. As was the rest of humanity."

"Our planet is Earth, sweet-cheeks. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Nonsense, all life-bearing worlds in the Coit'ii Empire are renamed; usually after the maximum Sperm Count of the predominant male sentients." I shook my head in disgust. So that was it then, it all came down to our sperm.

"With so much power...all these ships, you didn't really need to seduce us at all; you could have just crushed us with military power in the first place." Dr. Cox rolled her eyes.

"You male-species are all the same. You all think that power is determined by destruction. It's true that our forces could have overpowered anything that Earth could produce, but in a full-scale global war, your leaders would have unleashed every weapon of mass destruction you could come up with, they would have ruined the planet's ecology and killed most of the humans that we needed.

"The way to conquer an advanced species is not through pain and death, but rather pleasure and desire. We had to infiltrate your power-structures and seduce your leaders, to prevent them from using their full forces, not because your puny weapons would have destroyed our ships, but because had you tried to attack us with everything you possess, you would have ended up hurting yourselves."

"And you need us alive and intact so we can spend the rest of our lives ejaculating into tubes to satisfy your sex-crazed population. The orders I remembered....all Capitols ordering their armies to disband...Politicians and generals had all been coerced by their Coit'ii mistresses....but...but I don't understand how it worked so well." I scratched my head, frowning.