Alien Reproduction 202

Aisha redressed and headed out to the hover car. Jim slipped his jacket back on and followed. Aisha drove to the Ctarl Embassy. It was a grandiose building in the middle of the city. Two C-Tarl Robotic Soldiers stood guard out front. With a wave of her empire ID badge the heavy double doors slid open and the guards saluted.

The building was empty due to the fact that the no Ctarl other than Aisha was currently on the planet.

Aisha had once explained that being over 9 sectors from the empires border they had no reason to even have an outpost garrison stationed on their planet. But to make sure that the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire had some aesthetic dominion the Empire built these automated embassies on every inhabited planet. Just in case a lone Ctarl or a visiting dignitary needed a place to rest.

Jim had been into this place only a handful of times. Primarily when Aisha needed to make a formal report for killing rouge Ctarl.

This time instead of heading to the main control room, they went to another section several floors below ground level. A heavy airlock ushered them into a long walkway that lead to another airlock and a changing area. Aisha stripped down to her under shirt and panties again, placing her clothes into a temporary locker.

"This is probably the best way to demonstrate. The next few rooms have been designed especially for my people's needs. On the home world there are several ancient canyons that we can go and scratch our itch if you know what i mean. We have similar facilities on large cruisers and battle wagons but they are limited. Planet side we can really cut loose."

Jim had a hard time understanding what was going exactly. He figured it was some sort of Ctarl masturbation room considering what they had been talking about.

"Ctarl men are very productive. While in the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire, rank is assigned by merit most soldiers are men. They are at worst 2-3 times stronger than the average female Ctarl. However I am no average Ctarl" she grinned unwrapping her leggings as she continued to talk.

"However believe it or not there are about 8 times as many Ctarl women than men due essentially to the fact that the repeated wars have wiped most of the men out. Many female Ctarl go into the armed forces to find worthy mates but most go the opposite direction of the 'Earth Alliances' space into dark space seeking out new races as explorers. That being said. Men are expected to have several wives and even more columbines and mistresses. The lower castes (ranked) fill these role's quickly as a way to gain favour."

Finished with her leggings she began pulling of her jewellery and gauntlets.

"By birthing a strong son you will raise yourself in rank several hundred levels. Biologically speaking a Ctarl male is very potent. He can output several gallons of highly fertile semen over several hours before tiring. So it's common for returning men, those coming home from service on the front lines, will impregnate all his mates in one session."

Finshed Aisah stood up and stretched.

"But if a male has no mates or all his mates are heavy with child and goes into a lust he needs a place to work things off."

"So this is a sex room?" Jim pipped awaiting Aisha to open the next door.

"Exactly, no canyons on this planet as it's almost 80% water. so the engineers built this room. It's almost identical to any other you find in the empire. Reinforced walls floor and drainage system. Those gullies whisk away any mess." Pointing at the floor.

"That bad" Jim queried remembering the image of exploding stomachs.

"I have seen the lake at the bottom of the canyon boil from the amount of jism unleashed. I even once saw a Cyarl male plunge his hardened rod into a boulder. It turned to dust under his onslaught, dust Jim."

Jim flinched, imaging what would be left if anyone other than a Ctarl went near it.

"Ctarl females on the other hand cannot just go into a canyon and rub one out like the males can. It's easier to seduce a male (or female) to use as needed, we go into heat regularly twice an earth year but can have enjoyable sex at any point, we will just not be fertile or receptive to the whole baby making process. When a Ctarl female wants or needs a mate she marks her scent. On a ship she would get herself partially wet and then wipe herself across her bunk. In the wild and open of a planet she, I Jim, would urinate in a specific area and wait. A male can pick up the scent from several hundred miles away."

Jim nodded having remembered the past decade of when Aisha would disappear for a week with no warning.

"On Ctarl, we have forests called sensual paradise."

"Men use the canyons and women use the forest." Jim noted

Aisha cuffed him on the side of the head. "A female will climb the biggest tree, fight off other females if need be and then coat the tree and the surrounding area with her musk laced urine. The bigger the tree and stronger her scent. To a male equals a strong usually fertile female."

"However like with males, things did not go well with our interactions. When we encountered Earth our first diplomats were in awe of these massive 'red wood' trees that grew. An ambassador went into heat climbed the largest tree see could find asserted herself as normal."

"In minutes half the forest was destroyed. It was then that we discovered our urine was like acid it poisoned, melted and killed the area. The musk scent was so strong wild life just died. It was an ecological disaster."

Jim would have to look that one us in the history books.

"Remember that toilet I used on Tetra Four. I needed to relieve myself so bad i totally forgot. I was new to interacting with non-Ctarl and the pipes simply dissolved. When some of our less desirables learnt how our biology could effect humans (and other alien races) a whole new book on torture technics was created. When I was a cadet I saw a prisoner be sprayed with urine and melt."