It was really cool. Those who were there, told me. And for ridiculous money! All you have to do is go to get tested, sign some garbage out there, pay 150 galactic to pay, and you become a full-fledged Seedling at the Ferian Day Fertilization. And this means that you get the right to fuck the best Durian girls for three whole days in a row. In any quantity, until the navel burst. Just ATAS!

All the buzz is that it will not be whores, and here, on Luran, like shit. These will be ordinary girls, normal, which usually figs rush. And everyone knows that the beautiful Durianok in the entire galaxy there is no one, at least look for a hundred years. Their government just makes them fuck those who pay money for it. Not them, estessno - government.

This is called Fertilization Day. In fact, this is not a day, but three whole days. They say it used to be a day, and then so many volunteers got the pressure that had to be stretched by two, and then by three. On this “day,” the druians are brought into special camps, and there they have cool alien machoes like me. All this is necessary for the refreshment of the gene pool, so that the Friends will not degenerate, but be the smartest and coolest in the galaxy. They have some fucking laws there - it is forbidden to start families, raise children - in short, live as normal as everyone lives. From birth, all children are taken from mothers, taken to camps and raised there like chickens. It is so that the people from birth are brought up in the state spirit, get used to the team and to the discipline.

Fuck knows - maybe it's right. And then you will make children, and then what to do with them? It is better to take them to the nursery, let them there are those who are paid for it grandmothers. And then you will not unhook from the girl - forever she wants then that you do not fuck with anyone except her. And so - impregnated, paid - and bye-bye! Free Bird. Still, they have a clever place there, on Drouera. However, this is not my business - alien laws. I live for myself, pay taxes and our, Luran, do not break. Current if no one sees, gee-gee.

In general, I took the week off from the chef, spent a complete and comprehensive MOT of my old starship, bought deisics to blow the roof off, carefully shaved my face and skull, reconditioned my biceps-triceps in front of the mirror - and prepared to fly. Such a real male, like Craig Malloy (it's me), they still have to look. The Druyri king finally must pay me for the fact that I flew to them, and not I him. Meter 82, brown eyes, manly chin, shaved head (this macho doesn’t need a hair on his head), muscles hillocks, aggregate 20 cm. In a fighting condition ... Local fuckers hang fringe on me, I just do not hang up.

I'm sick of them. Want fresh.

***

I flew for some 30 hours - I did not even think that my old man was capable of such. I have my own Puker-67, got from papani. It would have laid out another 300 galactic for the road, and so - arrived himself, parked - and in the queens! I looked at the cosmonet, what is there and how is really cool, right at this camp there is my space parking, there both cruise starships are landing, and private ones, like mine. Near the hotel for the Ossemen, not five-star, of course, but you can live. Customs benefits - no inspections, no shaking, just do not go into the city, that's all. Fuck me theirs city! I booked a room, a parking place - and flew to all the ready. The service is just super.

“I am ready,” I say to the admin at the hotel, “to inject fresh blood into the Dréryan race.” You can right now drag me a girl in the room.
“With pleasure,” says the admin. - 100 galactic - one-time visit, 185 - unlimited per day, 400 - full unlimited for three days. Will you pay here or by bank transfer?
- What does it mean to pay? I already paid for everything, - I say.
- Call a girl in the room for an additional fee. Or you are welcome to the special camp, they tell me.

Here is a bok babay! No, FIG them, not my denyuzhku.Craig Malloy will have a beautiful girl anywhere anytime. I go - and I think: this is even better. More anticipation, more emotion.

Came Satisfied, like an elephant, and the heart is already fluttering. All I think: what will it be? Blonde? Brunette? All my galaxy is trembling on my friend, it's not for nothing that they have genopolitics here ... Pozaril with the guards while I was being drafted. Cute guys, they understand humor, and with a soul. Issued. Gave the key, showed where to go, wished to have a good time. World boys! ...

From the excitement I almost missed the door. I open it - and there ...

Here's what I expected - just not this. No furniture, bare walls, bare floor. And a bunch of hay. Scented, already dizzy. Like a grandmother on a façade. The walls are stone, the floor, too, just like antiquity hit.

And - She is sitting on the hay. Yokarny babay! I even choked. First, naked. Completely naked girl, sitting shining boobs and shaggy his good, and looking at me. Hair from the head down right down to the hay itself, and even on it spread like a stream of chocolate. Secondly...

I did not even believe my eyes. That was my favorite type. High dark-eyed brown-haired woman with long, long soft hair. Oval face with perfectly smooth skin. Gentle, slightly thoughtful, slightly mischievous. Ripe lips, big tender eyes, smooth nose with a petal. Young, very, very fresh, but already tasty, juicy, without greens. From eighteen to twenty-two, hardly any more. The figure is a fairy tale: the chest is large, elastic, upright to the sides, with large embossed nipples, long dexterous legs, graceful, a little hairy, but I love it ... Pretty big pink feet. Hips ...

With the thought that I will now hold these thighs in a stranglehold and push them into them for the most scrambled eggs, I really pophloe.

“Hello, Kisul,” I said, and was surprised how wooden my voice sounded.

Yokarny babay, I dreamed about such a girl how the hell! Among the whores you will not find this, and among the ordinary ...

“Hello,” she replied. “Did you come to fertilize me?”

Velvet voice, and such a home-home, well, quite right ...

- I? Well, in general, yes. Are you waiting, baby? - I approached her. Damn, never before the girls did not pass, and now like lead in the legs.
- How funny you say ... Do you know what?
- What?
- Here I am sitting here ... and I'm still ashamed. I decided I had better tell you. It's nothing?
- Eeee ...
- I want to dig here in this pile. Or vice versa - I want you to watch ... I do not know! I'm confused.
- in what?
- Mrs. Maloznay - this is our teacher - told us that the girl on Fertilization Day should not be ashamed. She needs to be proud that her body is the leader of the Seeditor. After all, I lead you?
- Eeee ... bok babay!
- What is a bokie babay?
- Eeee ...

She looked at me carefully.

The conversation was somehow not at all the way I used to talk to girls.

- Eeee ... I'll tell you later, okay?
- Of course. Where are you from?
- From Luran.
- Oh! ... And I did not fly anywhere with Druera. I am even here in the capital for the first time. I was brought from Loavayi, this is a small village in the mountains of the Western Moon. Probably, that's why they planted me on this pile of threads, such funny ...
- Thread? Well this hay?
“Nooo,” she waved her hands at me. Together with them, I waved both of her huge boobs. - These are such threads, or stripes, I don’t know what to call them. From plastic. They were soaked with smell, so it turned out hay. You think I'm not the same as plastic hay?

I bent down and took the bundle in my hand. Damn hay - but fucking babay, it really was plastic. Which stank of hay, like ten brutes, or three times stronger.

- ... And the walls here are under a stone, though not a stone at all, but also plastic. On the stone, I would be numb, and so nothing, warm and not firmly ... And you sit down, do not be afraid, why are you standing? Oh! I chat and chat. Sorry! - she covered her face with her hands and looked at me through her fingers. - It's all because it's embarrassing. I trained, walked naked in front of girls, ...