Chapter 7

The aliens reappeared after 223 years.

The initial appearance of the aliens had been witnessed by a population composed entirely of docile people. There were plenty of recordings from that time period, however, during which the aliens had stated their good intentions. Nonetheless, when the alien ships appeared in orbit this second time, there was still plenty of consternation and anxiety. Given their superior technology, it seemed possible the aliens could enslave or destroy earth if they chose to.

Instead, they commended the humans on transforming their planet from one with a rapidly deteriorating environment and way too many people into a verdant paradise with a sustainable population level. The end of all wars was surely a very good thing too.

The aliens had their own ways of reviewing what had happened in the past 223 years, but they also listened to the human summaries of their history. The humans emphasized the time when men refused to father more than a single child. It was the greatest crisis they had faced. They related how with advancing technological prowess, they had discovered and released the RNA trigger vector that would transform the men into insistent inseminators as the best solution they could find to the crisis of looming extinction.

Many parties on earth thought it best to be submissive to the aliens and not criticize in them in any way. But a few people were less inhibited. “Why the hell did you leave us men who would never father more than one child, no matter how fast the population was shrinking?”

The answer, after the diplomatic niceties were stripped away, was that they had made a mistake. They regretted the mistake, and were happy to deliver an RNA vector that would restore to men the basic attitude towards sexuality they had had before the arrival of the aliens -- a permanent change to the genome. That is, they would strongly desire it, but only engage in it with females who were truly consenting. They would not get sick if they had to go without. Their willingness to procreate would be flexible, and guided by the overall attitude of the new people, all working for the good of all.

The men were nearly unanimous in rejecting this idea. Their approach to life was the correct approach. It was right and proper to desire a great deal of sex with a variety of partners, and returning to the pattern from before the alien transformation would be no more an improvement than reversing the entire transformation and making human beings once more selfish and unable to set aside personal desires for the common good. It would be as bad as giving up entirely being ‘new people’.

The mothers Stacy and Terry were chatting in their adjoining front yards, joined by Rachel and Zoe. The conversation took a serious turn.

“Well, finally we can get those men away from us and go back to having sex when we feel like it and no other time. Finally go back to where rape was always a crime, and not excusable if a man just couldn’t control himself,” said Rachel.

“We’ll lose a lot less time having sex on the job,” said Zoe.

“What we’ve put up with!” said Rachel.

Zoe’s son Carl approached. “Hey, Stacy, can I do you? You’re looking awfully sexy.”

Stacy sighed. “Sure, Carl.” Despite the sigh, she spoke with a bit of tenderness.

“Ooooo, thanks so much!” said the 16-year-old, beaming with lust.

Stacy bent over the wooden composting box in front of the house and lifted her skirt. Like most of them, she had long ago concluded that underwear wasn’t worth the trouble. A streak of semen running down a woman’s leg was just part of life.

Like most of the males, Carl had adopted a sort of shorts that were soft in the front -- no rivets or zippers. What’s more, in place of the old “fly”, which allowed fishing a penis out for the purposes of urination, these pants featured a front panel which easily dropped down to allow full exposure of the entire male apparatus, ready for action. The balls could hang free, the penis could stick out straight, and he could slide it straight into a vagina. The resulting connection was pure flesh on flesh, without any cloth to get in the way. Carl grinned as he did exactly that, sliding his stiff penis into Stacy’s vagina. He humped away vigorously for fifteen seconds before muttering, “Oh, fuck!” as he pulsed his semen up inside her. Then he pulled out and said, “Hey, thank you Stacy.”

Stacy smiled, happy to have done a small favor for Carl. She also got those glimmers of sexual feelings that reminded her that sexual pleasure was hers for the asking whenever she felt like investing the time. If there was any lingering resentment at casual sex with a partner who would not have been her top choice, it was well hidden.

Carl looked hungrily at Rachel and Terry, and Terry said, “Happy to let you fuck me a bit later, but we were having this conversation we’d like to finish.” The other women had all just looked on silently while the sex was happening.

“Oh, OK,” he said.

Rachel said, “See, that’s the sort of thing we’ll never have to do once they turn men back into reasonable people again.”

“True,” said Terry. “But did you see the light in his eyes when Stacy said yes? Did you see the lust as he mounted her? Did you see the ecstasy as he had his orgasm? I’ll miss those things...”

Rachel said, “They can still ask us for sex.”

“I’m sure they will. And quite a bit, especially at first. But lots of women will starting saying ‘no’. Men and women both will get busy with other things.”

“Yes, we will. We will be working harder for the common good.”