I started this story a while ago for a contest and then shelved it long before completion. I make no apologies for the fact this is a hard read. Is there a social message in here? I guess so...1) the colour of your skin doesn't matter and 2) the means doesn't always justify the end.
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Kalon looked down at his dying wife who was lying in the hospital bed, her breathing shallow and tortured as each breath was a struggle.
"You are a headstrong and foolish woman Kalee," Kalon said as tears rolled down his green cheeks, "But I guess that is the reason why I have always loved you and always will."
His wife didn't reply but the machine next to her slowly beeped showing that she was still alive though who knew for how much longer. Kalon stretched in the chair that he had sat in for the last two days holding his wife's hand as she slowly died from a virus that seemed to be akin to drowning as your lungs filled with fluid that the body couldn't get rid of. He smiled sadly to himself as he remembered how she had dropped the bombshell in the council of elders less than two weeks ago.
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"We have to do something, our people are dying, being used and destroyed," spat Kalee as she stood from her chair and started to pace the council meeting room.
Kalon watched his wife with love in his heart. When she got angry like this she was like a battleship at full steam, smashing everything in her path as she got to whatever goal she had set. As she frothed and raved about the injustices Kalon reflected on how right she was.
The J'ling had come to Earth by accident. They were a colony ship that suffered catastrophic engine failure meaning they had to drop out of hyper-drive and land before the ship exploded. At first, they had been treated like honoured guests and managed to get all of the colonists off the ship with little more than what they could carry before the ship catapulted to a safe distance away from Earth and exploded in a fireball.
They were questioned about their intentions and when it became clear that they were there to stay things took a slightly different turn. As part of the negotiations the J'ling council had given their word that they had no weapons nor would they take up arms against the Earth people. Despite this reassurance, humans were suspicious and insisted they were split into five different colonies of 5,000 each spread across the globe. Although travel between the colonies was banned they did communicate with each other. Some of their advanced technology had been concealed, which included a communication system that allowed the five groups to stay in close contact.
In stature, they humans and the J'ling were very similar with the aliens having slightly more power and speed. The fundamental difference was the colour of their skin. The J'ling were a deep green in colour which led to the cruel and degrading nickname of 'boogers'.
"We have to fight back," Kalee almost shouted, "Fight or accept that we will be their sex slaves."
She was right again Kalon thought to himself, and refined sugar was the key. There was something in the chemical compound that changed the way the J'ling brain worked. A spoonful would send the most prudish of a person into a sexual frenzy that was unquenchable regardless of how much sex they had. They would remain in this heightened state until the refined sugar passed through their system.
What made it worse was that something in the way J'ling women were built inside made sex with them a fantastic experience for a human male. Once the humans realised what could be obtained for a few spoonfuls of sugar the J'ling women were hunted and captured in increasing numbers to be used as sex slaves.
When it came to the J'ling males refined sugar made their substantial cocks become rock-hard and remain in that state for some time. There had been many cases of young J'ling males becoming gigolos for human women.
"We agreed no weapons," Kalon said firmly breaking into his wife's flow. "We are J'ling and we keep our word, we said we would not take up arms and nor will we."
Normally at this point, his wife would throw something at him, storm out of the council chambers and not talk to him for a few days but this time it was different.
"You are so right sweet husband," she said glancing at her watch, "But what if the scales were rebalanced by more natural methods that worked in our favour, how could we be blamed?"
"What do you mean?" asked Bamone one of the more senior members of the ruling council.
A cunning look crossed Kalee's face as she spoke calmly, "You all know as head of the scientific research department, we have been looking at the DIVOC-91 virus that seems to affect the humans but not us."
People nodded as she went on, "We have worked out its genetic sequencing and when combined with the sexual disease known as Chlamydia you get a virulent and deadly combination which will kill the infected person in 10 days as every major organ in their body stops working."
The room went very quiet as the council digested her words. The silence was broken eventually by an old woman who asked quietly, "Is there a cure or an immunisation against this?"
