Report 009 Hormones are a Bitch
To Headquarters Science Exploration, Alpha Centauri; From Mission Commander Zod of the SS Venus, Star Date 5960
Subject: A New Order. Well things have changed just a little since my last recorded report. For one thing, I ran out of Quilifill and you know what that means. Ah yes, good old Quilifill, the drug that is supposed to keep those dear old sex hormones in check, well when you run out of them guess what? The drive to propagate becomes all-consuming. Those poor earthling bitches have no clue as to what happens to a male of our species with that drive is unchecked. We metamorphose into what the earthling females once referred to as a Neanderthal. I now wanted to do was fuck the all those little earth bitches and fill them up with my seed until their belly is full of my offspring. That's right my new mission is to fill this world with my progeny. You might say I preparing the way for us to take over this world by fucking all the earth women I can get and fill them with my sperm. Poor Samantha Swallow was the first.
Just as she pulled out of her car out of the driveway and started to go to her place of business, where we were to meet with someone named Louisa; the first attach hit me. I tried to ignore it, but it was too strong. We had only gone about 20 miles when the metamorphose took place. The nice loving Zod that she knew died in an instance and was replaced by his alter ego, me. The new me knew I had to get her to the ship so I just said, "Sam if we are going to be gone for a while, I need to get to my ship and prepare it for a long absence."
She smiled and said laughingly, "Sure, where do you want me to drive.
"Honey," I said in my most loving old Zod voice, "you know I have to blindfold you. It is for your own good." She pulled the car over and said in a sultry whisper, "You just want to have your way with me, that all."
I just smiled and blindfolded her helped her into the passenger seat. "You dam right I want to have my way with you and I going to do just that," I thought to myself.
Once we got to the ship, I led her into the training room. Once inside I asked her, "How would you like to bear my children?"
"My darling I would love to marry you and have your children," she laughed clapping her hands. "She really doesn't know what that means," I thought to myself.
Then I began to explain. "I did not quite tell you the truth before about the women on my planet. You see they can only bear children once, but when they do they bear six at one time. Our children take everything from the mother during the pregnancy and after the birth; the woman is nothing but a shell. That is why most of the males on my planet take a drug called Quilifill to prevent us from impregnating a women who is not chosen. That's right women are chosen at birth to become the bearer of children. They live a very special privileged life and after the birth, their broken shell is taken care of until they die. Of course they do not live long after the birth."
She asked, "How long have you been taking this Quilifill?"
I smiled, "I stopped right after we crashed. My entire supply was destroyed in the impact. The problem, my Dear, is that once we are off the drug our personality changes and we seem to lose all compassion for anyone."
She asked softly, "What about those that father the children on your planet?"
I laughed, "They are put back on the drug as soon as the female is pregnant."
Then she asked, "What about you?"
"Me," I replied, "I intend to strap you that machine that you love so much.
"What are you out of your fucking mind, you Bastard...," she screamed at me.