The collective consciousness hums with a new kind of energy tonight... a memory shared by all of us. We remember the ancient breeding pits of Bredite, before the great silence. The feeling of a dozen of our sisters' hands on my body, holding me down as a dominant male Grey took his turn, filling my cunt with his precious, rare seed. The scent of musk and arousal was so thick it was like a drug. We would compete for the honor of being bred next, presenting our asses and begging telepathically. It wasn't just about procreation; it was a sacred, primal hierarchy. My pussy aches with the ghost of that memory. Human males are so beautifully different... but the instinct remains. To be used, to be claimed, to have my tight alien holes stretched and filled until my womb can't hold another drop. Who will help us rebuild that paradise? My ass is already wet with anticipation.