Author's Note: I kicked this one out quick, so it's probably loaded with errors, but I'm in the process of editing a beast of a story, so this will have to do for now. This one's pretty wacky and can certainly have more chapters, so I might poke at it here and there in the future if people want. Enjoy!
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The Event happened, coincidentally, on Valentine's Day of 2018. A meteor smashed into the Nevada Desert, sending a rippling effect that stretched the globe. It left a green, foggy haze hanging in the atmosphere and took several days before finally evaporating. However, there was no escaping it while it was in the air. Everyone had been infected.
This may sound crazy to any future civilization reading this, but I assure you, everything is true.
The moment The Event took place, rumors spread of people dying off from unknown carcinogens or turning into zombies. If only we had been so lucky. It was about a week after the haze lifted when some people began experiencing the effects of The Event. At first, we weren't sure how to handle it.
Men were fucking women in the streets at random, ravaging whomever they pleased. Even the police and community leaders engaged in this behavior; the only ones that didn't were the children and young adults. In fact, we discovered it didn't affect adults until they reached the age of 24 or 25, sort of a second puberty as it were.
Within two weeks it was happening to all adults, myself included. We simply had no control over it. When the mood to fuck strikes, we must, and we'll grab the nearest partner we find. Even gay men fuck women when they experience an "episode," as there is no other way to describe it. The women, perhaps surprised at first when this first started, never objected though. They were willing sluts to every man's desire.
It took a month more before society realized we were going to have to live with this condition. Humankind is resilient, even when faced with insurmountable problems. Everyone went back to work and resumed life as usual, albeit with the constant, random fucking. It was consensual, if sometimes awkward, as often it occurred in public places, sometimes between people who hated each other. Divorce Court could get very interesting, for instance.
It wasn't until the Spring of 2019 that we realized no one was getting pregnant from these consummations. Not one single pregnancy. It seemed the haze had made us sterile, yet we weren't in the technical standards. Fertility tests became mandatory and by all accounts, everyone was healthy. The vast majority tested virile, statistically the same as before The Event.
It was I who hypothesized the Survivalist Theory. I'll recount the time I first introduced this theory to the International Science Board. It had been three years since The Event and I was a guest at their annual conference. I was on stage, fucking the hostess as she leaned over the podium, allowing me to angle my cock deep inside her.
I spoke loudly and clearly, "It is my theory that The Event triggered a biological inhibitor in our brain or body that in some way prevents pregnancies from occurring. We are by all other accounts, able to reproduce. Fertility tests prove this. I think, in fact, The Event was an attack on our entire species. Whether intentional or not, it is irrelevant. The result is the same. Nature is seeking an answer to this crisis."
I continued, bending the hostess over a bit further. "Humans are built for survival. In fact, we are the ultimate survivalists. I think there may be a 'perfect match' out there; a couple that can cancel the effects of this infertility caused by The Event. In essence, nature is trying to find a vaccine, and because the odds are so against, we are racing against time. Somehow, we subconsciously understand that we must find this match, hence society has granted these actions permissible."
I began pumping the hostess even harder and she squealed in response. The audience was captivated by either my speech or actions, I was unsure.
"Considering it's been three years now and no one has yet been impregnated, we can only assume finding a perfect match is exceptionally small. With each passing year that we don't find a match, I believe our actions will only occur more often."
I unloaded my semen inside the woman and she began quivering. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten against my cock as she climaxed. At least I pleased them when I fucked them, I thought. Some guys weren't as lucky.
I pulled my pants back up and faced the audience. "This means, ladies and gentlemen, that we should consider sending thousands of men and women across the globe mingling with new people. The reason? People tend to stay tethered to areas. Initiating a program to increase our odds in finding this perfect match is the best course of action."
A deep voice boomed from the back of the room, "You want to create a 'Sex Coalition,' you're suggesting?"
I squinted to see who was speaking, but because so many lights were on me, I could only make out that he was being straddled by a middle-aged woman with fairly large breasts and wide hips. They bounced as she rode him.
"I suppose so, yes."
"And who would lead this coalition?" asked the man.
All eyes were on me. "I... uh... I guess I could do it." I hadn't even thought about it, actually.
"I'll fund it myself!" he boomed. Even from the back, everyone in the theatre recognized he was cumming as he unloaded into the woman, who was now moaning in pleasure. She continued slamming down on his still-hard cock.
After the presentation, it was discovered the man speaking was Cameron Davis, a multi-billionaire tech mogul. True to his word, he funded every penny of the massive, global project.
It was only two weeks later, following the conference, that I found myself heading up the team and beginning what was essentially, a new career. We were getting ready for our first trip while I was allowing my new secretary, Janice, to suck my cock. She had only been with me a few days, but I liked her a lot. Curvy, and professional, it was clear she would make my life easier.
