Three Hundred Million and One

"But while your species is different from my own, it is better that you fear the aliens that appear most like yourselves, as the Coit'ii appear to all races they encounter. I believe I am too late to save your civilization, and it is uncertain that this ship would have made any difference." I frowned, it was a small ship, a little smaller than a NASA space-shuttle, no comparison at all to the titanic, space-borne behemoths that the Coit'ii were using to reshape our solar system. I had found its crash site surrounded by the camps of the pantsless women, who seemed to worship it as a totem, but they were nor prepared to stop my Camry at full-speed, and there was a breach in the hull that I could walk through, but the women seemed to fear approaching.

"My World, my Race has failed. We were not primitive or overly foolish, but the allure was too great. For years, more and more men have abandoned their wives and families to openly live with the Coit'ii, all they do is rut together – more and more men spend all their time simply impregnating the Coit'ii – who feed upon the nutrients of male ejaculate and reproduce as rapidly as bacteria. I will criticize my people....yet I myself was no better. I understood fully what was happening to us – yet could not resist.

"The promise of free, easy, unlimited sex without cost with the most desirable females is a temptation that no healthy, carbon-based male can ignore; including me. Each time she spread her legs for me, I told myself that this was the last time. I copulated with her and told myself it would never happen again, as I promised myself each time I thrust into her sex. 'This would be the last offspring I would sire upon her.' I told myself. Yet I was lying to myself.

And now, they are so brazen, they do not even bother to wear clothing; they violate all our laws against indecency – flaunting their naked bodies in public as men go to them in ever greater numbers. Our government cannot be trusted; everyone from the lowest District Clerk to the Prefect himself has a permanent mistress.

My people are not yours, you would think us alien were we to meet; yet we are united in our victimization. The Coit'ii will be the doom of us both. For there is always a cost when a man couples with their kind, heedlessly plunging himself between her legs. Always a cost; first the price of ever more Coit'ii – until they are impossible to contain. But their additional power is the tactic they will use to conquer the Third planet of the Sol System, which will no longer be known as Earth.

But that was when a surge of nausea forced me back, and I fell against the purple crystalline walls of the shuttle. I had known from the first that it was not made by the Coit'ii - I had seen their structures, their fliers, and this was something new. My arms and legs felt weak, it was not hunger, not any form of irritation I was familiar with, but my gut did somersaults and my head began to throb. Hmm....well, I'd been a captive of aliens for...what years? It was conceivable that I had contracted some freaky extraterrestrial germ that my body had no protection against but...

If I'd been with them for that long, surely any germs would have taken effect long ago, and they'd been monitoring my brain and metabolism, the Coit'ii wanted to keep me alive, and they had kept men alive for years - why should I suddenly feel so sick now? The voice continued.

"If a man hears this message, and if his experience is like my own, then he would perhaps be on his third vow. If you are like me in spirit, if not in our outward flesh, then you would have sworn a solemn promise to never again slide between the legs of one of them, and you would have broken each vow with eager thrustings within only a short time. I now know that it is not my fault, not anymore.

"They possess an ability that I know they plan to use in the conquest of their latest prize, the Third planet of Sol. Their strategy will be to seduce and spawn among the power-elite to gain the influence to force the powers of that society to capitulate. I have...mentioned that their is always a price when one copulates with a Coit'ii, I now understand, and have prepared myself.

"On my world, there were legends of female devils, creatures in alluring form, that fed upon the desires of men - yet to surrender to their charms meant death; for they would drain your lifeforce. The Coit'ii do not kill when they couple, no....not then. Death would only come if you stop."

Another wave of sickness almost sent me to my knees, I clutched my ribs, it felt like my guts were on fire! My coordination was off, I felt sluggish and weary, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"An orgasm within the flesh of a Coit'ii will produce a rare, floating euphoria like nothing else, but the sensation is intensely addictive in a way more intense than most narcotics. The withdrawal from the experience can kill. Only one exposure can cause severe effects, but if...as me, you have lost count of the young you have fathered upon them, then the addiction will be too severe for carbon-based male physiology to safely survive. "

At last it made sense, how it was that sex alone could coerce every world leader to surrender and disband their forces. Horrible withdrawal, symptoms that no amount of methadone could treat; the only way...was through them. Yeah, some Senator decides to take a fun, weekend jaunt with a gorgeous young intern, as sexy as anyone he'd every imagined. They have a private getaway on his personal yacht, and he feels more alive, more manly that he has in decades. After a mere night's pleasure, he thinks he's going to go on about his business...but the pain...the nausea...the weakness, no Earth doctor can cure him, but he knows what he needs - her. He must orgasm into her cunt - and only her. And his new mistress can coerce him by withholding...herself. Only if he passes the spending bills that SHE says will he gain relief; only if he votes to defund all armed forces can he thrust himself between her legs. - And if he stops; tries to break away from their 'arrangement', then his body will tear itself apart long before human medical science could work out a solution! And to avoid suspicion, I'd seen that the Coit'ii could slow down their rapid gestations. The narration continued.

"I have studied this hormonal addiction; it hopes of curing it, yet the task was too daunting for the science of my world – there is still so much we do not yet understand about Coit'ii metabolism. It is not a cure that I devised, but rather a weapon." A rock whizzed through the open breach in the crystal walls and grazed my shoulder. A dirty, spiky-haired woman was snarling at me in rage and hate; her eyes aglow with madness. I had no idea what was wrong with them; the women would not respond, did not seem to speak coherently, they just growled in anger at me, and went back to licking each other's cunts. There was no reasoning with them, and I had run into this ship as much to escape them as to satisfy my curiosity.

"It is fitting that I perfect a bio-agent tailored against them, as they have done the same to us...and many other worlds. One of the most crucial obstacles to dominion over any species was the females of that species, and the Coit'ii struggled to find a solution. That's why it took them so long to conquer their second planet – the women of the target species. But they have devised a weapon to neutralize the threat. - They shall use it on Earth as they did on my world.

"Their rapid breeding allows them to mature in a microfraction of the time it should require for any species their size, yet this ability would be of limited use if grown adults did not know how to function as adults. Their species possesses a race-memory ability – far more comprehensive than that of any known organism. When a man gives in to his instincts and shoots his seed into her, then in less than a week, we will have produced another such creature just as capable, just as fertile, and with an approximation of any novel abilities his species possesses.

"The Coit'ii have learned that if they concentrate the spores that transmit their race memory, they can start an infectious plague among carbon-based, stable-genome females. Their spores will attempt to force the females to remember the racial history of the Coit'ii, driving them insane. The most obvious manifestation of this madness is an overwhelming drive to...hhljljkkk – approximating language.gjtjurgyhy,h,h, ..." The device sputtered as it tried to translate the concept into English.

" - lesbian-sex. The women of your world will be confused, insane – and will gather into savage tribes where they will struggle with the impossible visions they are plagued with. But there is an added advantage to this process – a small fraction of females will suffer a genetic cascade reaction, the alien spores will dominate their bodies and minds, and start a metamorphosis that will force the woman into a form that can fully absorb the Race-Memory. In effect, she will transform into a Coit'ii herself – her old life forever lost to her.

"If...if the preliminary data is correct, then human male sperm will allow them to breed as never before, but I have also surmised that human females will have an extremely high probability of transforming into full Coit'ii themselves after a Race- Spore infection!"

The crazed, lesbian tribeswomen outside were getting more vocal and aggressive, as if something momentous was about to happen. I shuddered to think what.

"And that brings me to why I had to send this ship, this bio-agent to the Third planet in the Sol System – for it is the next target of the Coit'ii. And if they take humanity, your sperm will make their Empire so powerful that no known race, however advanced would have a hope of defeating them. Our galaxy will be forever locked into a decadent existence as captives of our own lusts.

"The bio-agent on this ship can create an antagonistic prion cascade, highly infectious, with power to control both the fertility and sex drive of the enemy. I used this apparatus to create a sexual-depressant attack to slow the Coit'ii....and I failed. They have absorbed the scientific genius of many races smarter than my own – and swiftly defeated my counter-plague. Yet it is all I have – and so I must put my faith not in the sperm of humanity, but I must trust that the high-technology of this ship, combined with the power of your brain cells, and not your sperm cells – may lead to a more potent weapon. I failed in my attempt to save my planet – but with the tools and knowledge of this shuttle, I must believe that another sentient race will devise an answer to the invasion that I could not.

"I must return to her, my Mistress. She knows that I am her enemy, and she revels in the fact that I am so addicted to her mating musks that I must still beg for her touch. I will need more and more sex just to feel normal. I give her almost all of my salary, and have set her up in the loftiest Pod available in the city, where she births the young that I cannot resist fathering upon her. My hands shake as I record this message; though my higher mind revolts against this servitude, my base male instincts are fully entrapped. As avians are perfected for flight, as fish are perfected for swimming, so are the Coit'ii perfected to seduce and addict carbon-based human males." CLICK....

I stood stark still for a moment, taking it all in. Looking at the machines, the crystals that stored data – even now they had absorbed my language and were translating into English – here was my weapon. And in the blink of an eye the answer was obvious. I knew. I knew so well what I had to do. I, one man, one Stud-Slave knew exactly how to bring down the Pleasure-Empire of the Coit'ii, and save humanity, and the galaxy.