Space Fucked: The Prequel
The Bryngali are one of the most populous "alien" species in the universe. They are more advanced than humans in almost every way—they think faster, move quicker, and fuck better than any human. But when a virulent disease started spreading through their population, making it impossible for Bryngali to breed, their population took a major hit.
The Bryngali called the virus, "Xenocide." It's not exactly original, but it fits. Any time a Bryngali female would spread her beautiful legs for her mate, both she and her mate would get violently ill. It would eventually lead to death. Leading scientists quickly learned that the disease was airborne, and when any foreign Bryngali DNA was introduced, it mutated into a form that killed the host. It was similar to AIDS in that it imposed itself into the host's DNA, making it pretty much impossible to cure without killing the host.
Bryngali scientists were desperately looking for cures when they ran across a memo from thirty years previous that mentioned Earth. The memo mentioned that Earthlings were violent and dangerous animals, but that their structure was very similar to the Bryngali. With one very important exception—they were immune to most Bryngali diseases, and vice versa. Bryngali could not contract human diseases, and humans could not contract Bryngali diseases. The scientists developed a theory. If Bryngali were to mate with humans, the humans would not contract Xenocide, and because of their similarities, Bryngali and humans could hypothetically make half-breed children. But they needed to test this theory out.
Not every Bryngali was thrilled with the idea of introducing their dying species to the violent humans—they were already losing more people every single day, and didn't want to take the chance of war. The anti-human Bryngali wanted to wait for a cure. On the other side of the fence were the pro-human Bryngali. They were convinced that this was the Bryngali's only chance of survival, even if they would be half-breed Bryngali.
After much consideration, the Chief decided that, despite his own doubts, this was the best chance the Bryngali had. And, due to the danger, he also decided that he would be the first to mate with a human. He was old, and had already had fifty children. The main concern was how Bryngali babies would affect human women—the Bryngali fetal development is very different from the human one. The Bryngali males and females can both have children, and can both make children. Thus, it is possible for lesbians and gay male Bryngali to have children together. At least until Xenocide. For anatomical reasons, human men would not be able to carry children, but the gay Bryngali men would still be able to have children by them. Hypothetically, of course. None of this had been tested.
More concerning was the number and speed of Bryngali fetuses. It was common for a Bryngali woman to be pregnant with five Bryngali children at one time. And the Bryngali fetal development was much quicker. Bryngali women were only pregnant for three Earth months, versus the normal nine for humans.
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Chief Morilen was apprehensive for obvious reasons. This was the first time in centuries he had been involved in any form of alien life-form abduction. And the fate of his entire species was resting on his shoulders. No pressure or anything. Morilen was very handsome—he had gold skin, broad shoulders, well developed muscles, and eyes the color of sapphires. None of that mattered tonight, though. Morilen dressed in all black, mimicking the human clothes as best as he could. His shirt was long-sleeved and hugged his upper body like a second skin. His pants were baggier than Bryngali custom, but nevertheless comfortable. He wore black boots that were as similar to human shoes as was possible on such short notice. He supposed that it would suffice, especially if the human that he chose didn't pay very close attention.
Three hours later, Morilen was in the dark, on the planet surface, waiting for an opportunity to strike. He was standing in the dark alley beside a bar that looked more like a brothel. Human women wearing next-to-nothing were parading in and out of the door. The sign on the door read "gentleman's club," but the men that were arriving didn't look very gentlemanly to Morilen.
Every so often, a human woman would come out of the door, meet a "gentleman" at their car, and fifteen minutes later, the smell of sex would waft towards Morilen as they exited the car. At least it wouldn't be hard to find a woman to sleep with here.
Just as Morilen resigned himself to waiting for a few more hours, a beautiful human woman began walking toward him. This woman was different. She had not met any humans at their car at all that night. And she was fully dressed. She had beautiful red hair, and eyes the color of emeralds. Her breasts were even larger than the breasts of the whores. She walked with confidence, and had an almost defiant air about her. Morilen found himself standing straighter as he watched her. She was completely unaware of him, but was walking right for the alley that he was standing in.
Just before she reached the alley, a human male called out to her. "Hey, Annabelle! Wait!" A human male came running from the club, trying to grab her arm.
"Go fuck yourself, Jacob. I saw you walk out with her. And I saw you get in the car with her. And I can smell her all over you. You are a fucking pig, and it is over. And so is this conversation," the beautiful woman said. Morilen felt his anger start to rise. How dare this "Jacob" mistreat this woman? She was beautiful, and perfect for breeding with.
"Annabelle! Don't walk away from me!" Jacob grabbed Annabelle's arm, and when she spun around, she spit in his face. What happened next was so fast, even Morilen was surprised. Jacob raised his arm to swing at Annabelle, and just that fast, Morilen was behind the human male, one arm around his throat, the other arm twisting the human male's arm past what it was capable, producing a sickening "crack!" sound.
Before either human had a chance to respond, Morilen snatched up the woman named "Annabelle" and was running back to the shuttle that was in the woods right behind the club. In less than sixty seconds, Morilen had a screaming human woman on his shuttle, restrained, and was on his way back to the ship.
"Who ARE you?! WHAT are you?! And what do you want with me?! I'll give you anything you want. Money, my keys, my wallet. Just please don't hurt me!" Annabelle kept up a constant deluge of pleas and bargaining until she finally exhausted herself. Morilen looked down at her calmly and began speaking.
