Chapter 1: Introduction
The damn papers were never-ending.
Peter Thompson sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose before resolutely grabbing his red pen and correcting the endless math equations sprawled across his desk before him. The buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights served as the soundtrack to his otherwise silent classroom. Usually, the steady ticka-ticka-ticka of the clocks on the walls would've been soothing, lulling him closer to sleep, but not tonight.
Tonight, there was something else. An energy, a tension in the air that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Peter looked around, his eyes scanning the empty rows of desks, the blackboards wiped clean, the bookshelves lined with dusty tomes. Nothing seemed amiss. Yet, the feeling persisted, gnawing at him like a rat in the walls.
He shrugged it off, attributing it to the copious amounts of coffee he'd consumed throughout the day. "Just my imagination," he muttered, turning back to his grading.
Then, the lights flickered.
Peter jerked his head up from the mound of homework, his heart thrumming wildly. But there was nothing apart from the usual hum from the fluorescents. Maybe it was just a power surge.
For several moments, there was nothing but silence. Abruptly, a strange noise cut through the night -- a deep, mechanical whirring that resounded around the room like a freight train. The fluorescent bulbs buzzed angrily before dying out, submerging the room in utter darkness.
Peter squinted, cursing the universe as he tried to adjust to the sudden plunge. The mechanical whirring continued, growing louder, more insistent.
Suddenly, a slim, green-skinned figure materialized in the midst of the now eerily lit room, its metallic eyes casting an eerie, unnatural glow across the walls. Peter's jaw dropped -- he was not hallucinating; there really was an alien in his classroom.
"Greetings, Mr. Thompson," the creature said, its voice cold and flat as a robot's.
"I hope I did not frighten you."
Frighten me? Peter managed to croak out a laugh, trying his damnedest to stifle the panic rising like a tsunami within him. "Just a little!" He didn't want to imagine what the other teachers down the hall might think if they heard this odd exchange.
The alien tilted its head in what might have been a show of amusement or confusion. "My apologies, it is not my intention to elicit emotions of fear.
I am here to fulfill a mission," the alien said, adjusting the collar of its peculiar suit that seemed almost organic in design.
"And what mission is that?" Peter's voice barely cracked above a whisper.
The alien seemed to sigh. "I must breed with a human male to--"
"Breed?" Peter cut in, feeling lightheaded. "Wait, you mean, like, have sex?"
"An accurate if rather crude way of putting it," the alien intoned.
"For I must father a child and return to my planet, where I've been sentenced to a life of solitude."
Peter's eyes widened. "You... you can have babies?"
The alien's expression was unreadable behind its silvery visage. "Yes. I have unique biological advantages."
Suddenly, Peter found himself unable to breathe, as if a vice had constricted around his throat. The implications were staggering.
“I’m not sure what that has to do with me?” Peter said.
“I have already informed your government of my needs and responsibilities. They have okayed this union.” The being stated.
“what union?” Peter said, feeling a sense of dread.
“it is you who I must breed.”
The harsh tone left no room for misinterpretation. Peter felt his stomach twist into knots at the revelation. The alien reached up to the invisible collar around its neck, and it seemed to pulsate ever so slightly, glowing a soft, pulsating green. A moment later, the collar unfastened itself, and two long, slender tentacles snaked out from its waist.
Peter stared, horrified yet oddly fascinated. Goddammit, not today. Not in my classroom. Not like this. He wrung his hands, willing the absurdity to disappear.
This couldn't be happening. Reality and nightmare collided, forming a terrible symphony that left him shaking with a mixture of terror and unease. But the alien's green eyes bore into him, unyielding and steady.
A moments silence, before the alien spoke again. "It is imperative for me to complete this union as soon as possible." The creature moved closer to Peter. His green skin seemed to ripple with an almost liquid quality under the flickering classroom lights.
Peter's eyes grew wide as the tentacles slithered towards him. There was no way he was going to fuck an alien in his classroom, no way at all. But there was an urgency in the alien's gaze - a need that left him feeling inexplicably drawn to it. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he held the power to end this situation.
With trembling fingers, Peter stepped closer to the alien, his eyes never leaving its face. He could feel the heat radiating off the creature's green skin, and he licked his lips, deliberating the situation in his mind. This was madness. This was absolutely insane.
“I can’t. I’m a man for one. And I’m not gay. And men can’t get pregnant anyway.” Peter protested. "I'm not- I can't... and why would I?"
The alien tilted its head, regarding him with cold, impersonal curiosity. "I must bear a child for the continuance of my species," it said, voice like heated metal.
Peter's mind reeled. He could not believe this was happening. He could not believe that he was about to have sex with an alien. "Please," he pleaded, "there has to be some other way."
The alien stood silent for a moment, considering him.
"I understand that this is a unique request, Mr. Thompson," it said. The tentacles wrapped gently around his wrist, their touch cold and clammy. "But we have no choice. My life depends on this."
"I assure you, Mr. Thompson, I do not desire this any more than you do. My species is dying, the males unable to reproduce without a mate. This is my only chance as well."
Peter let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed not just by the alien's words but by the look in its green eyes - a look that spoke of desperation, of need. And though he resisted, a sliver of pity clawed its way past his fear.
The green tentacle snaked around his waist, pulling him towards that rippling green body.
“I have the ability to impregnate human men. Your government has informed me that they will ready you and have you take me tonorrow.”
The green alien’s voice took on a mechanical timbre, and its pulsating organ began to emerge from its abdomen. “But time is of the essence.”
Despite his misgivings, Peter couldn’t pull his gaze away from the extraterrestrial phallus. It glistened under the flickering lights, and he wondered with a chill how something so different could work with a human body. The alien rubbed the tip of his cock where a thick slimy substance was, Peter suspected it was precum, and his stomach lurched.
the alien rubbed it along Peter’s mouth, coating his lips in it.
“this will help you tomorrow be able to take me. I look forward to breeding you.”
It’s not a question, not a request. It’s a statement of fact.
No, I don’t want to do this. Not now, not ever.
“Mr. Thompson, Mr. Thompson.” A large sweaty man in a black suit busted into the door. He was followed by three more guys with guns drawn and pointed at me. I looked back towards the alien but he was gone.
“what’s going on?” I asked, I unintentionally licked my lips and got a taste of what the alien had left behind. It sent stars shooting behind my eyes and my body crumpled to the floor. “What the hell was that?” I cried.
the sweaty man kicked me lightly with his boot before bending down to meet me. “Mr. Thompson. The alien told us you have been choosen to be bred by him. That substance you just injested made it so your body could accept him. I’m officer shane from the us government. You’re coming with us and tomorrow we will allow the alien to breed you while we broadcast it. Everyone will know what a hero you are.”
Now, get on your feet, Mr. Thompson. We have preparations to make.”
I did as I was told, still reeling from the realization that my body was now, somehow, ready for the alien’s. I could feel a strange warmth building in my lower body, and a sense of nervousness coursed through me at the thought of what was going to happen. I didn’t want to be a hero and I certainly didn’t want to be “breed” on television, whatever that meant.
Shane and his cronies escorted me out of my classroom, my thoughts going wild with fear and confusion. As they hustled me into a black SUV, I glanced back one last time to see if the alien was still there. The cold, bright lights of my small town seemed to swallow up the room, swallow up the green-skinned visitor, which left me doubting I'd ever see him again.
The drive to the government facility felt like an eternity, my mind the constant tide of dread and worry. resistance proved futile when they injected me with a drug that made my body tingle, pulsating with a strange hunger.
"Mr. Thompson, brace yourself," Officer Shane warned, his heavy breath hot against my ear as he pressed a button on his wristband, activating a smell that resonated in deep, primal parts of my brain. All thoughts of resistance vanished in a pulsating blur, replaced by undeniable instincts.
“You’ll still be able to feel and think whatever you want but this make your body more pliable to the aliens advances.” He explained.
“It’s going to facilitate the impregnation.”
My head spun with conflicting emotions and thoughts. How did this happen? How did I end up in this position, halfway between being ready and restrained, about to be fucked by an alien? I shivered, thinking about the tentacles I had seen earlier.
“Please!” I begged. “Can’t you let me go?”
“No can do. Tomorrow you will be taking cock to save the world. You should feel lucky, most guys do it for free.” As he talked, something strange happened - a flood of warmth and desire surged through me, my judgment crumbling like a sandcastle before a tsunami. My hands started shaking, sweat beading on my forehead as my body reacted to the alien’s pheromones, strong as a siren’s song.
My cock stirred between my legs, growing heavy in my khakis. I didn’t want to take cock. I really didn’t.