Nympho Apacolypse

Suddenly three nurses burst in and shrieked at the scene unfolding before them. As they began to frantically disrobe, I eased the shuddering carcass of April onto her side and quickly rose to my feet.

"Hey," I barked with the most authoritative voice I could muster, "We have work to do! I need one of you to get down to the cafeteria and get it ready for a shitload of hungry people; I need another one of you to get to the Pharmacy and run an inventory with special attention focused on vitamins and emergency medical supplies; and I need the third to get down to ER and start organizing berths for an influx of victims of both genders. Spread the word and get it done - any questions; April is your girl!."

April slowly stumbled to her feet and brushed her honey hair from her face weakly with an appreciated smile. I gave her a reassuring hug and pushed past the three stunned nurses. After several close escapes, I reached my truck and sped off to raid the local markets for whatever supplies I thought we would need. It was like a scavenger hunt with sexual frustrated obstacles at every turn. Miraculously, my cell phone survived and I called Jake who was in the throes of organizing several task groups to maintain our infrastructure. It seemed to us both that leadership was the only element missing to restore the community. He dispatched several volunteers with medical backgrounds to the hospital and wished me luck as I echoed his encouragement and relayed my gratitude.

As I switched off the phone, I spied a frail granny rutting my leg as if her life depended on it. I stroked her thinning white hair until she fell away from me, satiated, then raided the linens section for a heavy comforter and a down pillow. Ever so gently, I placed the pillow under her head and covered her frail body with the comforter. I wheeled the filled shopping cart out to the truck, almost colliding with two bare foot middle aged housewife types making their way resignedly down the sidewalk - no apparent threat here! I asked them where they lived and ordered them to get in the cab. Once loaded, I joined my two waifs and roared off towards the hospital. The girl closest to me slowly reached over and squeezed my package several times tenderly before her head dropped on my shoulder and she dozed. The fatigue I'd anticipated had arrived with a whisper.

Six months have passed since the onset of sexual equality and life has evolved to a new normal. The virile bacteria was finally identified by the CDC as extra terrestrial in origin. These simple cosmic parasites bond and reproduce so effectively that the only potential "cures" are fatal to their hosts. With sufficient vitamins and hormones, the male population keeps their feminine counterparts satisfied emotionally while support groups and singles clubs have sprung up everywhere filling the sexual voids. April is now my legal wife and she fills every waking moment with joy and hope. Jake, now a loyal friend, came over the other night and after sharing our wives we shared a beer allowing our genitals a much deserved respite. Our mates soon joined us and we engaged in a philosophical conversation while two of Jake's kids played at our feet. We all decided that despite the fearsome onset and annoying disruptions to our daily routines, the nympho apocalypse was actually a blessing.