Author: Sterling Title: The Centaurots Teach Multiplication Summary: Benign alien conquerors want to spread humans throughout the galaxies -- fast. They tweak us a little so we can be fruitful and multiply, as never before. Keywords: ScFi mf, bg, M-solo NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 9/9/2009, new header added 8/26/2010. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ================================================================== The Centaurots Teach Multiplication Brief summary from "The Centaurot Invasion" by G. M. Chen. The aliens came. After observing from orbit for a few years, they arrived in force to occupy the planet. All resistance was futile. But they didn't engage in wanton destruction. They killed only to defend themselves against attacks and did not take vengeance for the few of them that humans killed. They didn't claim that they came in peace or as equals. Physically, they had four legs on the ground, and two arms they used for manipulation. They were dubbed centaurots, because of the vague resemblance to the mythical centaurs. Establishing communication wasn't too hard for them. Both species used frequency modulations in sound to convey meaning, and they could adapt to producing our sounds, though mostly they used synthesizer devices they wore. It wasn't a world they wanted to live on, but they were interested in seeing what if anything was unique to the planet that they could make use of. They told us we should not assume we had any right to privacy any more. They were conquerors with an earnest sense of ethics in some things. Their first priority was to keep us from destroying the planet. They stopped wars and moved us to more sustainable ecological practices. It was amazing how they could quickly accomplish what we humans never could on our own. The centaurots found us to be physically attractive and appealing. We would have liked to reciprocate the compliment, but it was hard. Centaurots had weird snouts and faces that could be the stuff of nightmares, perhaps. Very weird nightmares. Their look would never have been thought up by a human; it just wasn't a category in the human imagination. They found our music and art interesting if unexceptional. Our ability to get by with two legs gave us in their eyes an aesthetic grace. They found us appealing when running, dancing, and climbing. But by far their greatest interest was the relations between our sexes and how we reproduced. From their perspective it was remarkably peaceful and gentle. We got to observe their own division of labor and their reproduction. We discovered that all of them we had seen so far were females, and their males had a specific and limited role. They were much larger than the females and kept in cages, and we soon found out why. To start our education about their males, they let one male into the cage of another. Sharp bone came out from the sides of the head, and they immediately started fighting, grappling each other, biting, kicking, slashing, and within a minute one was dead. The other had some serious wounds. The females anesthetized it with a dart before going into the cage to care for its wounds. Then there was the mating itself. We saw that whenever a female came near the cage, a penis appeared from the underside of the male, more or less in the same configuration as horses. The mating was similarly familiar to us. A female approached the cage, presented her rear end and braced herself. The male reared up on his two hind legs and pushed his front four against the cage wall, but the penis stuck out between the bars. The male pushed his penis inside her with great force, and then did an in and out motion for several seconds before stopping and emitting a great high-pitched squeal. The female jumped away, blood dripping from her vagina. She made a loud noise and she writhed all around on the ground, grabbing her face with her forearms. It looked like pain, and the centaurots assured us it was indeed agony. It subsided only after about 20 minutes, and the female then lay panting, exhausted. So was this female now pregnant? we asked. Very unlikely, we were told. All of them just felt a strong urge to mate from time to time, even though it led to this agony. Ignoring the strong urge also made them sick and would eventually kill them. Young were born live and nursed and grew much like human young. About one male was born for every twenty females. They noted that this entire arrangement was the civilized form of a much less pleasant natural condition, which we could easily imagine. The males were chemically "transformed" at birth so they had the mental capacities of our animals, did not understand captivity and were more or less content. -------------------- Summary from "Report on Earth", Volume 3, translated from the Centaurotian. There are many interesting species on earth, including a class of animal called birds that flies through the air naturally, with its own appendages called wings. They are magnificent to see. But by far the most interesting are the humans. They are the intelligent species, not that different from us in that regard. They have just four major appendages, two for manipulation and the other two are all they need to stand on. So while they do not fly, their grace as they move evokes some of the same feeling. One electrifying finding has been that the semen of the human male, when processed appropriately and taken in pill form reduces noticeably the pain we feel after intercourse and the frequency with which we need it. Their semen is a very complicated substance, far more complicated than their science can understand. We can understand the dimensions in which it is complex, but have no hope of synthesizing it artificially. --------------- Life summary by a donating man from "The Centaurot Invasion" by G. M. Chen. I can stop any time. I can walk back to the residence where I grew up and never come back. But I don't want to. I do take breaks to shower, use the toilet, and do a set of muscle workouts. But I spend my days mounted on my perfect woman Fran from the rear, thrusting away. She has perfect lovely globes for buttocks, and lovely thighs, and a cute thin back. Between her legs she has just the right amount of hair, and gorgeous vaginal lips. Inside, her vagina is silky, hot and sexy. She is just a model of a woman, but a very alluring one. I have never met a real woman. Every stroke in and out of her is heaven. Coming is ecstasy, and I come about every minute, and can feel the semen spurting out. I know the cennies collect it. I don't know what they use it for, and I don't care. I stroke the length of the vagina, the warmth massaging my shaft every inch of the way. My excitement builds. My penis gets very hard, I thrust in to the end and the spurts start, while my brain just fogs out in orgasm. Afterwards my organ softens a little. But the smooth vaginal walls feel so good that after a lazy stroke or two, my instincts are to do it again, so my penis gets hard again, more ecstasy, more spurts. I sleep in short stretches while leaning on Fran's back. My penis shrinks to a small size for a few minutes now and then, but pretty soon it grows again. I may be sound asleep, but from time to time, every ten minutes or so, my penis will get hard, my body will give a few thrusts on animal instinct and I will ejaculate. Any time of the day or night, if I go more than 20 minutes I feel uncomfortably full and then I erupt involuntarily with an ejaculation, which hurts. So keeping up the mating with Fran for exquisite pleasure is definitely the way to go. My room is only about 4' by 6', but plenty big for my purposes. Fran is at one end, and over her is a window where drink and food is available. Mostly I just drink the concentrated nutritious stuff in a spare minute or two while my penis is soft inside her. The solid food is good, and varied, and I remember liking it from when I was a boy, but it's nothing compared to the orgasms. There is a little urinal to one side. My room is in a row with dozens just like it, and across the corridor another row the same size. The stairs lead up three more flights to floors which look just like this. Two floors down is the residence. There are also little rooms we can go in for defecating, showering, and occasional medical checkups. None of us bothers to shave. They tell us our first couple years we were with our mothers, but I don't remember that. For as long as I could remember I had lived at the residence. Plenty of toys, great food, places for games and sports, a few friendly cennies who met our needs. But puberty hit when I was nine, and I found myself restless. They showed us movies with pictures of naked human girls and women. I started masturbating, and when the centaurots detected that they led me out of the residence to the vast arrays of mating rooms. I was introduced to Fran, in her little room two flights up, fifteen rows right, 37th on the left. I remember the first time they brought me to her, all along the way to my room I would hear soft little grunts and moans from behind the doors of the other rooms. I went to her first a couple times a day, which was refreshing and satisfying. But I found when I wasn't there I was wishing I was. So I stayed for a few hours at a time, as I discovered I could be ready for sex again just five minutes after an orgasm. That rapidly expanded to the point where I only came back to the residence to sleep and chat briefly with the few of my friends who were there, too, and mostly we talked about how great it was to be with those luscious rear ends, how it felt just so right, and so heavenly. As my body shifted into high gear, I started waking up a little uncomfortable, just before ejaculating, and gave myself a few quick strokes to come while it felt sort of good instead of bad. Or I would wake up, finding I had ejaculated in my sleep, I guess having slept through the discomfort. I stayed with Fran later and later in the evening. One night when I was getting sleepy thrusting in Fran I considered going back to the residence for one of those sticky interrupted nights. It wasn't really very appealing, so I just leaned over and fell asleep on Fran. I found I slept just fine, with my penis inside her, so that's now what I do. Now I usually only leave the room to take a quick crap, or to stretch my muscles and do The Workout we learned as boys to keep our muscles healthy. It has five parts, each three minutes long, each segment I now realize designed to be short enough to be done between sessions of mounting our girls. I could go to shave, or bathe, but I don't see the point. It's warm enough we don't have any clothes. Every month the cennies make me take half an hour so they can clean the room, and I have to take a shower and they trim my hair and beard. I can jerk off a couple times in there to keep from feeling uncomfortably full, but then I'm eager to be back to Fran. -------------------- Life summary by a girl from "The Centaurot Invasion" by G. M. Chen. I could leave any time if I wanted. There is another area which has all the comforts I could want, but mostly there are just a few sick girls and old women there. So it's not very appealing, but I could. Where I live is just brimming with life. Girls like me, and infants and toddlers, and a few boys and men and grown women. So, the story of my life: I know the early part from watching what happens to the other girls. Soon after a baby girl is born they put a tiny thing up her tiny vagina and squirt out a liquid that starts it growing and expanding. They do that every day. By the time she is two, boys start sliding their penises into her. Her vagina is expanded enough that it doesn't hurt; it doesn't feel like much. Then around three she starts going through puberty. Puberty I remember, barely. I got little breasts, and hair between my legs. Having a penis inside me started feeling a little good, then I found I looked forward to it. The boys behind the penises started looking handsome. One day it not only feels good with the boy hugging me and poking in and out, it builds and builds and breaks like a wave. That was my first orgasm, but I got them more and more, then got so I have one most of the time, amazing waves of pleasure and relief and satisfaction. The boys were having orgasms too, and one day the stuff one of them spurted up inside me made me pregnant. Then I had a few weeks of feeling sick to my stomach, and then my belly started to grow, like all the big girls. Nine months went by. And when I started having regular pains I told one of the cennies, who led me away to another area where they put me to sleep. When I woke up, I had a tiny baby at my breast! I named her Sue. My belly was much smaller and soon returned to its usual size. I felt pretty sore for a few days. But having the baby was so sweet. Changing her, nursing her, smiling and just looking at her. We all eat a lot. Girls in their first pregnancy from ages three to four almost never stop eating, it seems, since they are eating for the baby but also their own bodies, which aren't nearly fully grown yet. Big boys pay regular attention to all the girls who aren't pregnant. At least a couple times a day, some big boy comes to stick his nose between her legs. The playful ones take a few licks too. But if he smells the right thing, it means it is a time when she might get pregnant. Then he sticks his penis in her and grunts and thrusts back and forth until he spurts the stuff out, and he gets at least four others to as well. I look forward to that time of month because it feels great to get that much sex. After Sue was born I went through three of those, interspersed with those periods we girls get sometimes, where blood leaks out between our legs, and we wear some of those absorbent diaper things for grown-ups for a while. Babies wear them all the time, of course. Otherwise, we don't wear anything. But after those three periods I was pregnant again, while I was nursing Sue. And then nine months later Fred was born, just about the time Sue stopped nursing, though I had one on each breast for a little while. And since then I've had Carla, and Jamie. When Fred was two came the little sad ceremony where they took him away, never to return, like all the boy babies. I miss him, but we all know from the start not to get too attached to our boy babies. Every now and then a boy of ten or so comes in from outside, but ours never stay here. I am nine now, and I think I'm finally grown to my full size. I have never been to or seen the "outside". In our rooms things get crowded, with all those babies being born, and when it gets too crowded the cennies take a bunch of us and our children and we go off on our own. In our case some of us girls and a couple women and boys took a long ride in some sort of thing that bumped and shook a little, then in something bigger that also bumped and shook and pushed us down to our beds from time like we were really heavy. They said we were going to another star system, though all I really know is that it is way far away. And things bumped and swayed and shook continuously during both of my middle pregnancies, so when they finally stopped bumping and shaking it was really weird and took getting used to. There's plenty to do, what with cooking and cleaning and taking care of the babies. What with babies spitting up and pooping and peeing, toddlers getting messy with food, stray jets of milk, sweat, semen, and period blood, things get dirty. We just hose everything down whenever it gets messier than we would like. We sleep on pads with waterproof coverings. There are separate rooms, but hardly any doors. The beds are on the floor so we don't worry about babies falling off. We sleep in all different ways, mothers with their babies, of course, but toddlers in various places, big girls together if we want. And we chat and joke all the time. Then there are the boys and men. As I said, when the boys smell a girl's crotch and find she might get pregnant, they have to be sure to squirt the stuff into her. That's their main job. But often there is no girl who needs to get pregnant, and then we can all have fun. I'm pretty popular with the boys, and can usually have sex a couple times a week. I love to feel their weight on top of me, and their strong smooth penis sliding in and filling me up. I love to feel them have their orgasms, when they tense up and smile so much, when the baby-making stuff spurts up inside me, and I love to have my own orgasm. When I am nursing little jets of milk sometimes go flying out when I come. Bill's my favorite, but I will do it with just about any boy I can get. Sometimes they make me pregnant, but most of the time it's just a whole lot of fun. Occasionally at night if I am feeling a strong urge and am feeling naughty I can go to where they are sleeping. Usually one at least will have his penis long and straight as he sleeps, and I will start working it into myself. Usually he wakes up and is happy to see me and make us both happy and spurt me full of baby-making stuff. He's not really supposed to do that, because he's supposed to keep a full load of baby-stuff ready in the morning for any girls whose crotches smell like they need it. My mother holds the record in our group, I think. She has had 14 babies. She must have hundreds of grandchildren, though only a few of them have stayed with her. My mom is really old, though, 25 years old she thinks. It's around age 10 that your mortality starts sinking in. Half of us make it to our 15th birthday. But you know -- everyone has to go some time. When an older girl is pregnant and starts having contractions, she goes off to have the baby and sometimes she doesn't come back. Other times a girl just doesn't wake up in the morning. It's sad to lose friends. But I love my life. I am usually pregnant, with a baby nursing on one breast and sometimes one on the other. ----------------- Life summary by a reproducing teen from "The Centaurot Invasion" by G. M. Chen. My life is pretty simple. When I was younger, I knew the older boys were going off to do something related to sex, but I didn't know quite what. They took me away a little earlier, when I was eight. I went to live with a bunch of girls, quite a difference from the all-male environment I had been in as a boy. There were babies everywhere and all the girls seemed to be pregnant. I saw girls and big boys having sex regularly. It seemed weird. Why would he want to put his penis inside her? Why on earth would she let him? But puberty took hold of me too, of course. Some of the bigger girls, ones my age, encouraged me when I was still starting out, and it felt OK but not great. Soon it started feeling great, around the same time I could start feeling stuff spurting out the end of my penis. The cennies encourage sex, and so does everyone else. One of my specialties is the girls who are just two. I guess I have a penis that is on the small side. I often am the one to try sliding into those little girls to see when they are ready. I have to strike a balance between not hurting her and not letting her run the show. None of the little ones really likes it at first, so you have to figure when she is in pain and when she just doesn't feel like it. They get used to it and it doesn't hurt at all. Once my penis can press into her without too much trouble, it's my job to have sex with her as often as I can, and before long all that stimulation makes it so the other boys can fit too. Then we all have sex with her a lot, because it helps wake her body up faster so she can have babies sooner. Every morning I make the rounds sniffing the girls' crotches -- and every afternoon and evening too. Sometimes I find one who has that amazing wonderful smell, and then I have sex with her right then. That's when we can make her pregnant. I like to be first. She's almost always eager, but if she isn't she has to let us do it to her anyway -- though in theory she can refuse and go to live with the sick girls. The first time a three-year-old gets her fertile smell it has a heavenly pure quality. But when there aren't any girls who are fertile I find the girls who just like sex, and most do. A lot of the time they come to find me. I love seeing a girl lying on her back, legs apart, breasts, and between her legs the hair, and the crack, and that luscious hot vagina. The little ones are great too, but the mature ones are life's dessert, you might say. I have sex on average about 10 times a day, I would say. ----------------- The ethics of the human population expansion project from "Report on Earth", Volume 4, translated from the Centaurotian. Human semen lightly processed and taken orally by a centaurot decreases significantly the pain she feels on mating, and decreases somewhat the urge to mate. We desire a large population of humans as soon as possible to provide semen as needed. Once the decision was made to use humans in this way, we had a large problem. We had only one planet of humans, with a mere 10^10 [10 billion] or so humans, and moreover we were able to seed our breeding programs with only 10^6 [one million], a tiny fraction. Since on the order of 10^25 centaurots are in need of human semen, and we estimate we need one human male to provide semen for ten centaurots, we had to figure out how to achieve a 10^18 increase in human population. The limiting factor in human population growth is uteruses. Only one baby (occasionally two) can grow in a uterus at a time. We needed to find a way to get human females to have as many babies as possible, and critically to get girls to start bearing children as soon as possible. When treated with a careful mix of extra female hormones and extra growth hormones, a girl will enter puberty around age 3, while her body is still developing. She can be impregnated at that time, and her own body will continue to grow as the baby's grows. Her baby needs to be delivered by Caesarian section -- all babies are delivered that way. A girl can give birth about once a year, nine months for the pregnancy and a few months to recover. She can nurse the one while pregnant with the next. We are fortunate that humans reproduce so rapidly. Unfortunately a girl on our hormone combination who has babies every year starting at age four lives to a median age of 14. (Girls who do not conceive right away live a little longer.) This is the most controversial part of our program, since with proper care humans can live to be 90 or 100. We have to trade off the shortened lifespans of the girls with the pain all of us centaurots feel when we mate. A human population in our program can increase about 10-fold within about ten years. We could achieve the desired 10^18 population increase for humans in about 180 years in theory, though in practice it will take longer. We have made a priority of dispersing small groups of humans far and wide. The breeding modules are mass-produced, portable and are optimized for human reproduction and happiness. They have no windows, shielding them from seeing things they might find repugnant or at the least disorienting. Breeding colonies have been established in each sector, and we are working on starting a small breeding population in each sub-sector. Thereafter we will work to get one on each planet and then scattered across planets of course. If we ultimately have one human for every four centaurots, all worlds will have to make infrastructure available, including housing and food, but that should not be a limiting factor. Some humans willingly entered breeding colonies when it was explained that they and their descendants would populate all of the billions of centaurot worlds. But many were resistant, since they and their progeny would be slaves, lacking autonomy. It is true that some coercion was used, mostly taking young girls against the wishes of their parents. As noted above, we were only able to seed the programs with about 10^6 humans. The breeding program produces as many males as females. Since only a few of the males are needed for the ongoing breeding, we have settled the excess males into semen-donation programs by providing them with a careful blend of extra male hormones and growth hormones. Partly we are perfecting semen donation for the future, partly we are feeding research programs to make the best use of the harvested semen, and partly the semen is already available for use by some of our most honored citizens. With regard to the ethical objections, we note a few things. Humans, like any life form, seek to expand and fill every available niche. Our humans will be doing that. Males are now at 9.7 on the 10-point Geerklick happiness scale, compared to 5.1 in their natural condition on earth. Females are now at 7.4, compared to 4.6 on earth. Orgasm is the most intense form of human pleasure, and males are experiencing it on average perhaps once every two minutes. Females are also having more orgasms than they were on earth. They are also bearing and nursing children at a far higher rate than on earth, a prime contributor to their higher score. Neither gender worries about hunger, disease, homelessness, injustice, poverty, ecological collapse, old age or boredom. Both genders have an increased sense of well-being on the hormone mixtures that accentuate their gender's sexuality. Both genders can opt out of the program they are in. Girls can decide not to have sex and not to bear more children, and can even live in a child-free environment. Boys can decide not to participate in semen donation. Very few do, and it is usually associated with a biological defect or disease. On the downside, neither gender gets the level of medical care they did on earth. Infant mortality is 3% or so, as is maternal mortality below the age of ten (after it is much higher of course). The median age of female death is 15, and 50 for males. The biggest loss, of course, is autonomy. These humans are not in charge of their own destinies, a major goal of most sentient species. Humans fought hard and suffered many deaths trying to defend their world from us. It is hard to see how we could reconcile our own goals with human autonomy. The human home world is preserved with its institutions largely intact and autonomy except where it conflicts with the modest needs of us centaurots. It is not clear what niches humans will fill on centaurot worlds. The purpose that is sufficient justification for their export throughout the centaurot worlds is semen donation to alleviate centaurot pain. There may be other uses, including as pets and zoo animals. Some may win freedom or be granted freedom and develop then as they see fit. In the natural course of events, centaurots may go extinct on some worlds while humans survive, thus giving the humans even more freedom to pursue their destinies on those planets. One program we are working on is transfer of human culture and history, though the urgency of this is less than basic population increase. There will come a time when breeding colonies will no longer be needed and there are enough human males to provide semen without special hormonal interventions. The humans deserve some form of their own culture and institutions at that time, so we are working on colonies of humans with the normal range of population, education, family structure, and so forth. Just how much of human culture we can transmit without fear of rebellion is not clear. We are certain that humans will come to revere as martyrs the countless girls who are giving up their normal lifespans to spread humanity through the local galaxies. We can predict that the carefree, content, pleasurable life these girls lived will not be given as much prominence. We are also certain that humans will have an intense desire to study breeding colonies as a part of their heritage, and we will need to preserve a few of them indefinitely. ================================================= Phase II -------------------- Human Inspectors' report for Centaurots' "Phase II" plan from "Report on Earth", Volume 4, translated from the Centaurotian. The Centaurots can do anything they want, of course. They could kill us all. But for whatever reason, they try to hold to a code of ethics which is not that different from ours. So they asked us to evaluate one of their Phase II facilities for human population growth. Our main question was whether this was a humane way to raise children, so we took it from a child's point of view. A baby is cared for by centaurots wearing soft gloves, more comforting to humans than their scaly skin. She lies on warm cloth and has a tube she can suck on at any time to get formula, and a centaurot to get it to her mouth if she can't find it. We sampled the formula and it tasted very good. She has no diaper on. At appropriate intervals a centaurot picks her up and holds her gently over a sort of toilet and places her hand in warm water, which triggers urination and defecation, followed by careful wiping and replacement in the crib. Occasional soiling of the crib is cleaned up immediately. These girls seem to be feeding and eliminating a larger percentage of the time than ordinary human infants. The ones that can creep and crawl are allowed to do so, but are returned to their cribs for sleeping and feeding. At what seems like an appropriate age they are moved over to the main living quarters. There are many notable aspects to the main living quarters. The permissiveness regarding food is remarkable. It is self-service and available all the time. There are a number of liquids available from straws and spigots. We sampled them and each was delicious, and they include fruit flavors, milk, chocolate milk, and other blends we couldn't quite classify, but they were all very good. A variety of solid food is available, a few examples being pasta, banana, and cheese. Many sweets are available, with no limit on their intake, including fudge, brownies, and puddings. All are nutritionally complete, we are assured. The girls are eating unlimited quantities of the tastiest food a child was ever offered, including unlimited sweets. It is amazing how much food they put away. There are bowls and cups available, but no requirement to use them. The girls get messy quite quickly. Young children with no rules are naturally messy eaters. While some of the girls seem to have toilet trained themselves, many just let it loose wherever they are. The centaurots make little effort to keep the girls from making messes. They instantly clean up some of the worse ones, including feces. But the main form of cleaning is that every hour or so the entire place and all the girls in it are hosed down as needed. There are no clothes, and the girls just dry comfortably in the warm air. There are toys and some picture books. A range of videos show on screens on the walls. We never saw a child looking bored. However, the intellectual and social development lags far behind what we would expect from girls of the ages we saw. The girls do not use language. There are squabbles among the children. When they escalate too far, a centaurot gently intervenes. But the most startling aspect of the main living area is the sex. When the girls are what appears to be about three years old they grow pubic hair. Any number of girls were happy for us to inspect their private parts, and it looks like they have mature vulva at age three. They spend a fair amount of time masturbating, and whenever a boy propositions them they accept enthusiastically. Sometimes they proposition the boys. Sometimes the boy will lead her to a place somewhat out of the way, and sometimes they just do it wherever they are. They have no sense of shame and no desire for privacy. Others will ignore them, except sometimes girls will look on, masturbating as they look, apparently envious. The typical act of intercourse lasts less than a minute. It is apparent that the girl is feeling great pleasure from the instant the boy enters her, and has perhaps two orgasms during the minute or so he is inside her. The boy also looks very happy as he thrusts away and seems to enjoy his orgasm very much. We have described the babies as girls, though there are a few boys among them. There seems to be about one boy for every five girls. The boys cover a wider range of ages, and include young men. They have mature penises and pubic hair at what looks like twelve years of age. The boys live with the girls, though some of the older boys naturally tend to keep their own company. The older boys could talk and told us they were happy, and especially enjoyed all the sex they had with the girls. While we were there one girl who looked to be four years old was getting a great deal of male attention. We saw two young men come in through an otherwise-locked door to have sex with her, and were told they are from other units similar to this one. She seemed eager to receive each of them in turn in addition to the boys in this unit and was clearing feeling a great deal of sexual pleasure. The centaurots explained that she was in a fertile period. Going close to her the man in our team of two could smell a distinctive odor she was giving off which he reported as sexually arousing. Girls looking to be about six years of age have large bellies and the centaurots confirmed our conclusion that they are pregnant. The larger ones have some trouble getting around, and at some point they are moved to the next area. This area has only pregnant girls lying on their sides, with distended bellies ranging from large to enormous to grotesquely huge. We judged the oldest to be about nine. Putting aside our revulsion, we considered the situation from their point of view. The girls were for the most part eating and drinking, and smiled at us. We noticed an IV attached to each, with some simple buttons nearby. The centaurots explained that the buttons allowed self-administration of morphine, cocaine, and another euphoria-inducing drug. Another one activated a vibrator so they could administer themselves sexual pleasure, since it was awkward for them to reach between their legs. A couple of the largest girls seemed to be unconscious, and they were fitted with feeding tubes in addition to the IV. We did not see what happens next. We assume that at some point the babies are delivered by C-section and that the girl dies. The centaurots confirmed this. They stressed that the girl's brainwaves are monitored and she is given enough of the morphine and other drugs to keep her comfortable. She dies from the level of morphine necessary to keep her comfortable instead of being killed, a distinction which seems to matter as much to centaurots as it does to us. From one perspective, this program is a travesty of everything humanity stands for. There is no autonomy and no culture. Indeed, there is not even a significant population of adults. Individual life is not valued. From another perspective, these girls experience an almost uniformly pleasant life, including sexual and drug-induced ecstasy. Given the centaurot premise that the human population must grow extremely rapidly, we could not think of a more humane way to achieve it. ---------------------- Phase II of the human population expansion project from "Report on Earth", Volume 4, translated from the Centaurotian. We have developed and implemented a method of increasing the human population more rapidly than we had previously thought possible, in line with the political demands for more rapid universal access to human semen. We have tried to balance these demands against the demands of the ethical lobby. The method started with enhancing the genetic code of humans. The differential development is triggered only by a complex artificial chemical. We continually verify by sampling that when this chemical is withheld, humans develop in the normal manner. The human inspectors missed one important point. The girls who they thought were three or four years old were actually one. They thought the pregnant girls near the end of their lives were around nine, but they were around two. These girls are growing much faster than ordinary human babies. A girl's sexual apparatus is formed by one year of age, at which point she is the size of a normal four-year-old human girl, though her intellectual development lags far behind. She then has an estrus, when her frequent mating will result in pregnancy. The embryos within her need little nutrition for the first several months, during which her own body continues to grow quickly. By her fifth month of pregnancy she is in most respects the size of a normal eight-year-old girl, though with a much larger belly. In 90% of cases she has between two and six embryos growing in her that will reach maturity. As the humans noted, her belly and uterus expand enormously late in pregnancy. When the babies are nearly mature the underlying pain increases, and to keep her comfortable the morphine is increased to the point where she dies. When this is imminent, a few centaurot midwives are summoned. The chief midwife's job at the moment the girl actually dies is to slit her belly and uterus open. The midwives then retrieve in quick succession the live babies within. They clean them off, give some quick checks and take them to the nursery. During birth there is quite a mess of the dying girl's tissues and blood, placentas, amniotic fluid, umbilical cords, and embryos that did not reach maturity. We did not want the human inspectors to see this. We take some additional measures which give us the option in the future of meeting humans' traditional desires with regard to life, death and heritage. The girl's body is cremated and the remains kept in an urn including her name (assigned by us using human conventions) and the dates of her birth and death. We also keep records of ancestry so future humans can construct family trees. The doses of female hormones required to make a girl complete sexual development at age one are strong enough that her libidinal energies are also very strong. From a month or so before her estrus until late in her pregnancy, she is very interested in sex, and will engage in it several times a day if she can. The males have also been given hormones to accelerate their libidinal energy and sexual performance, and that in combination to their greater natural interest means there are enough boys to satisfy them. Part of the girl's drug regimen as she approaches sexual maturity is a factor which makes it difficult for male embryos to implant, so she has mostly daughters. By varying the amount of this factor we can vary the sex ratio of the babies born. Boy babies start life in the same fashion as girl babies, though they are growing more slowly. They reach sexual maturity only at age three, and they live until age 40 or so, we believe, though the project has not been going on that long. For the purposes of population growth alone, we could make do with artificial insemination and far fewer males, but we deliberately accept the inefficiency in order to give the girls better lives by satisfying their sexual desires. There is some concern as to how we will transform these breeding colonies into more normal human societies when we have the population at the size we want. We sense it will involve a great deal of audio-visual material. It will probably require robots who are somewhat like human adults as part of the transition phase. With the average girl giving birth to four girl babies at the end of her two-year life, the population is doubling every year. We need to consider the ethics of this project. The older method of breeding colonies gave rise to a 10-fold increase in human population every 10 years, meaning we could meet our targets in 180 years. The Phase II method gives a 1000-fold increase every 10 years, allowing us to meet our targets in 60 years. The benefit of the accelerated program to centaurot society is enormous. The Phase II boys are happy, exposed to many of the opportunities of a normal childhood. The extra sex hormones give them an enhanced sense of well-being, and the constant satisfaction of their sexual urges also brings them pleasure and contributes to their quality of life. The girls are also happy during their short lives. After a fairly normal first year, at sexual maturity they experience enormous and frequent pleasure from sexual intercourse. When they reach mid-pregnancy and are no longer mobile, they are given drugs which they find highly pleasurable. Although they self-administer morphine, they cannot administer dangerous doses. None of them knows she is going to die in childbirth; in fact none is mature enough to learn what the rest of us all learn and that disquiets us: that death is inevitable. We make a point of not actually killing our girls, but instead following the centaurot (and human) maxim that it is acceptable to cause death as a side effect of keeping the patient comfortable. This still does not satisfy many of our ethicists, who note we have created a situation where we know the girl's pain would become intolerable and her comfort will require a lethal dose of morphine, which taken together amounts to murder. We have indeed created a species which in this Phase II form has female members who are doomed to a particularly early demise. We note that humans in their history right up to the time of our arrival treated enemies with great brutality. They treated their animals, even those of notable intelligence, with callous indifference. We speculate that if humans were in our position and found an intelligent species of similar benefit, they would take far less effort to ease the suffering of the other species. We feel we have made the best compromise we can between political pressure and ethics. --------------------- The life of a girl, Phase II from "The Centaurot Invasion" by G. M. Chen. We owe our spread across the galaxy to the girls of Phase II. They could not speak to an interviewer, of course, so the following three descriptions are guesses, based partly on observation. -------- 11 months Wake up. Get up from cushion. Squat to pee. Feels great. Hungry. Stuff brownie in mouth, tastes great. Take tube in mouth and push button. Drink chocolate milk, wash down brownie, tastes great. Crawl to wall where movie shows animals playing. Put hand between legs and rub. Feels good, then wave of pleasure breaks, feels great. Movie interesting too. Squat to poop. Feels great. Try standing up to walk, and take a few steps. Fall down. Does not feel great. Boy walks up. Lie down with legs apart. But he is going somewhere else. Disappointment. Hungry again. Mash banana and brownies together, eat some. Tastes good. Smush all over body, for fun. Tube in mouth, raspberry-vanilla milkshake tastes great. Spit some on body to mix with banana and brownies. Rub some between legs. Creature with gloves sprays with hose, warm water feels good. Brownies/banana paste gone, unwiped bottom all clean. Squat to pee. Feels great. Skin drying in warm air. Girl crawls up, smiles and looks. Smile back. Pat hands and legs. Boy wandering around. Crawl to him fast, tug on his hand. Lie down with legs wide apart. He smiles, smile back. His penis is long and straight. Squirm and bang feet in anticipation. Boy gets down and puts penis between legs, slides in. Feels great, great, great. He grunts, sliding penis in and out. Great, great, GREAT! Penis sliding in and out more. Great, great. Great, GREAT! Boy leaves. Lie resting, feeling great, looking sideways at movie on the wall. Hungry. Get up, but first squat to pee and poop both. To different food station. Tube of chocolate/banana/orange liquid. Drink. Rest. Drink more. Rest. Drink more. Find little pile of girls sleeping. Lie down on pile and drift off to sleep. ---------- 13 months Wake up rubbing between legs, feeling great. Big boy is waiting. Squat to pee quick, then lie down again. Big boy slides in penis, oh great, great, GREAT!! Great, great, GREAT!!!! Pleasure overwhelms. Boy leaves. Other boy waiting, but hungry. Crawl to find tube for chocolate milk. Drink some. Boy pushes down on back. Spread legs. Drinking while boy slides in. Great, great. Stop drinking long enough to feel GREAT!! Pant a little. Still hungry, so drink more, feel great, great GREAT!! Another boy! Penis between legs, feels good, great, GREAT! Lots of great. Big boy lifts up, turns around so face down. Penis slides in from rear, feels great, Great, GREAT! Penis fills up, pushes way up tight against innards, feels GREAT!!, GREAT!!, GREAT!!, GREAT!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry. Drink more. Squat to pee. Sleeping on floor. Wake to boy moving sleeping body around, slides penis in, yawn, great, great GREAT!! Yawn, snooze. ------------ 21 months Wake up sleepy. Pee and poop without getting up, getting up is too hard. Find straw and drink. Buttery chocolate slides down easy, great. Look at movie on far wall, has kids playing, boys bouncing up and down on girls, penis going in and out. Push button for hum between legs, to feel like that girl feels, great, great, GREAT! Push button for more pleasant sounds and sights. Doze. Wake up to pee more, drink more buttery chocolate liquid. Nice aliens cleans all over with warm water, feels good. Alien helps turn over from left side to right, belly hurts. Ouch! Push button. Floating feeling, feels good. Doze. Belly aches. Push button, for floating feeling, hurts still, ouch! Push button again. Drink, tastes goood. Wake sleepy. Feel yucky. Pee. Poop. Drink chocolate buttery stuff from tube. Throw up, feels yucky. Nice alien washes. Push button for hum between legs, feels good. Push button for sharper colors, push button for floating feeling. Push button again. Sleepy, button for hum between legs, sharp pain in belly, push button, OUCH!, push button, floating feeling, floating, floating... ================================================================== I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.