5 comments/ 11066 views/ 2 favorites Species By: magmaman Za cast a single thought to the negative energy drive, the field folded back on itself and reality returned. While in the drive, everything always appeared to be just there, there was no sense of motion, nothing. It took forever, yet only a moment as spacetime ahead got smaller and spacetime behind grew to encompass nearly everything. Once complete, the vast distances between worlds became nothing more than a short hop. It all took thousands and thousands of years, yet moments all at once. The return process simply reversed space and time. Within the warp, they simply were. Doe was then by his side. She had been there the entire trip of course but there was no way to comunicate when within the warp. There was a slight jarring as the ship settled into reality, the shuddering was normal, something Za had sensed so many thousands of times before. This world was very productive, Za knew that. The last harvest had gone well, the species came readily to the thoughts. They were so stupid, caring only for the material. "Jhawa!" Slipped into Za's mind as Doe envoked the name of the one. Za realized suddenly that they were not alone. He cast a thought to the ship, slipping it into a full cloak. This was the second time he had made that mistake. It was not a good thing to be seen too soon in case a species was war like. But most being's development with tools had only evolved to using them to capture nutrients. This species was past that, they now actually looked outwards and wondered. So uncloaked, they and the carrier ship they towed could be seen. The species were so incredibly lacking in intelligence though, still utilizing vibrations to communicate. Others had done that, actually progressed beyond simple tools use, but never past the use of sound waves to each other. This silly species actually incorporated that into mechanical means. This of course meant they could never fully develop, vibrations were so extemely slow and inefficient. The last trip had been almost confusing, the beings were building machines, propelled by heat energy. Smelly, slow, so terribly inefficient. Filling the very air they needed to breathe with their own wastes. No way could they ever reach other worlds, other places, or even travel in the spacetime between the worlds of their own miniscule system. Such a minor species, perfect for the harvest. Full of nutrients. They certainly bred, though. That was amazing in itself. Rather than blend the thoughts periodically to create a split, they embedded themselves in each other, then the females carried the result. That all took so very long, plus it was also messy and often resulted in waste of protein. Forcing a partially developed replacement from a living body was a risk of loss. Fertilizing the egg and tending it with workers was much more efficient and resulted in 100% productivity. Far better to blend and form the egg, tend that with the workers designed for it leaving the others to produce. Of course only Jhawa, the One was allowed to blend and produce the eggs, it was the way. Being chosen to fertilize was the greatest honor of all, Za desired that more than anything. That thought made Za feel sensations, he turned and looked at Doe. She instantly blocked. "Think not of that, it is forbidden!" She thought to him. Of course it was, the One did not allow a blending and split while on a harvest. It would be a distraction, thus dangerous. While forbidden, the thought was always there though. Some would be allowed to fertilize, Za as yet had never been chosen. Those urges were always with him, repressed. When the ceremony of fertilization at the hive began, it affected all, including the workers. The entire hive felt the experience, as the sensations were cast to all within range. Now Za and Doe were far out of range, just the two of them sent to collect. Doe was female, even though it was forbidden, Za felt that. Her block was very strong though, so Za returned his mind to the task at hand. +++ As Za returned his thoughts to the carrier, he felt the problem. Something was not quite correct. The panel showed the carrier as a physical object. It should be...cloaked? Za cast a thought at it, Doe realized and joined in. Nothing happened. +++ "I have a bogie!" Stan carter looked at the screen. "A what?" His co-pilot Miriam asked. She was busy preparing to drop the pods that would hold more of the first human beings on Mars. Years had gone into this, the Oxygen generators had been pumping for nearly a generation. Mars now had an almost livable atmosphere, enough so that a few times it had actually rained there. "Bogie!" Stan said again. Miriam glanced over. "Oh my God!" She uttered. "Whatever it is, it's about 5 miles long!" The thing on the screen shuddered and faded for a few seconds, then came right back. Whatever it was, it was real. "Man. It looks like we ain't alone after all!" Stan managed, his voice in awe. They both knew that of course, the statues built by the former inhabitants of Mars showed a tall ant like creature, assumed to be their God. But no one had ever seen them, no signals, no evidence at all other than the drawings and statues left behind. +++ Za sensed the ship making note of the metallic object, it was way too close for comfort. He cast a thought to it, there were just two beings on board. He instantly realized they were the species, one male and one female. How in the universe could they even be there? No longer planet bound? And how did they get so close without Za sensing? He probed, but found he was only getting tiny bits of information. Something was blocking, but what? Had this species learned to use thought instead of vibration? That would be amazing, an evolutionary leap like that. The last harvest Za was here on, this species actually had to think of the sound they wished to make, then vibrate their flesh using the air around them to create a sound. Then they had to wait while the other creature did the same in response. They had no way at all to blend their minds and think, create as one. Za tried again, then he understood. The two had some kind of covering over their craniums, it blocked the thoughts partially. Rather than live in the open section of their ship, they both wore sustenance suits of some kind. The material it was made of blocked portions of their thoughts. One had a piece of music flowing though it's mind, the other was thinking about standing by flowing water trying to capture something? A bit like the last time Za had been here. The thoughts came all jumbled up, they seemed to be about everything except the task at hand. Such a strange species. +++ The last time they had all been so easy to manipulate, first Za had them build huge piles of stone to their Gods, then as they worked he picked and chose the best protein. The youngest and leanest made the better breeding stock, at least he thought so at first. Then he discovered that some of the more mature males had abilities to make the females more receptive, and the older females often were far more willing to lay for the younger males? Such a strange species? It had taken a long time to understand their process completely. The One had sent many from the hive to inspect the species, easy to do also. Find a pair and take them to the ship for testing, breed them and then blank their memories. The blanking part became a requirement or they would try to run and hide which made things problematic to try and recapture them. Then return later and harvest the eggs, see how difficult they were to grow in capitivity. As things turned out, it really was not that hard at all, it seemed that about the only thing this species ever did do was breed. That and fight with each other, often resulting in waste of protein. Unlike the way it worked in the hive, where the one laid all the young and a few of the strongest fertilized. Za wanted to be chosen, he was sure that his own sperm was very strong. The farm back on their own planet had produced protein very well until inbreeding became an issue and the One had sent Za and Doe out for renewals. The carrier would hold literally thousands of them, and they would all enjoy the trip since it was outfitted with everything the species seemed to desire. The results of plant fermentation was particularly effective in pleasing them, and tended to keep them quiet if allowed enough of it. Of course some became disruptive during that process, the easy solution was to harvest the disruptive ones to feed on during the transport. They even had created scenes of breeding to display since the species appeared to like that very much. It kept them occupied during transport, otherwise they could tend to become difficult. Why they all enjoyed watching the breeding process never made any sense to Za since any of them could just join in at any time. This really was a very strange species. Yet they were so high in protein that they were extremely valuable. Long ago, in the beginning, one of the very first tranports had become broken and was lost, due to the animals becoming unmanagable on that trip. This upset the One since it was very expensive to build a carrier. Za knew enough to be cautious when dealing with this species, they had a tendency to become violent if upset. Over time, they had learned how to keep the animals appeased. Finally they became so good at it that only two workers were required to deal with the harvest. +++ Now the carrier sat there, completely visible in real spacetime. This was going to make the job much harder, if a few thousand of the species became upset, that would be hard to control. At one of the inspections earlier they had already been firing off small ships at each other on their own planet. That by itself showed clearly that these were not intelligent, simply animals. But it was clear they now had the beginnings of understanding atomic fission, which was not a good thing. It was dangerous enough that Za had not really wanted to go, but the One chose. It did help when he met Doe. One glance and he desired to blend although she had resisted. Za felt that later...perhaps? That meant death if caught but Za knew very well it happened when out of thought range. +++ The One did also mention there had been budget cutbacks, but this was ridiculous. How were they supposed to do their job with defective equipment? Za once again cast the thought to the carrier, it blinked a few times, but then settled right back into it's physical form. There was only one thing to do, and that was to return to their home planet for repairs. Za began the process to create the negative energy flow. Doe pitched in to assist. Nothing happened. It finally dawned on Za that they were stranded. +++ "Repeat transmission." Ground control finally responded. The delay in communication was a real pain in the ass, Stan Carter thought. The distance back to Earth meant that if anything did go wrong, they were pretty much on their own. "Let's go check that fucking thing out!" Stan said to Miriam. "Sure, why not? The pods are set, so we can settle in later. Let's go do a visible." Miriam was every bit as curious about everything as Stan was, they were the perfect pair to send to Mars. Back home, the two of them even had to perform the sex act, just to be sure they were completely compatible. At first that had been difficult for Stan, especially with a few hundred members of ground control watching the entire time. But then Miriam was an on the sexual side female, and she knew how to tease and play, it didn't take long before Stan had all six inches up and raring to go. It was nearly a full two hours later when the pair of them emerged to a huge round of applause from the team. Miriam didn't even blush although Stan did. Yes, a perfect match, completely compatible. The entire video of their mating had been broadcast to planet Earth. That show was now the number one rated reality TV show for the population, it even exceeded the 120th run of the "Survivor" show. Which was great, the advertising revenue easily covered the cost of sending more colonists to Mars. The makers of Twinkies had spent billions for the advertising spots. +++ "Damn that thing is big!" Stan set the ship into a final approach, slowing and then hovering just a few dozen miles away. "You don't suppose she is armed?" Miriam asked. "Who knows? Maybe. Control installed the baby nukes on this ship for just in case so probably anything that can build something like that would think of it too." Stan was suddenly glad that their ship carried six tiny little warheads, each about the size of a soda bottle. Yet each carried roughly the same power as the ones dropped on Hiroshima. Finding evidence of a completely alien species on Mars had been enough to convince their government that it might be best to be prepared, just in case. Nine foot tall aliens that looked like a cross between an Ant and a Wasp was somewhat disconcerting. "I don't know if she is armed, probably." Stan said almost to himself. "It might be best if we don't find out." Miriam laughed nervously. "Yea, we better get back to Mars, we only have 10 hours left." Stan said. He turned on the negative energy field, swung the ship and settled in for the brief trip back to home. Back at the pods, the main section had already inflated and was ready. With several hundred of the pods now in place, the station was becoming extremely comfortable. There were now nearly 50 full time residents, all of them compatible mated pairs. A few years back Stan had done a two year stint at Mars Base six, back then each dome was only 12' X 12' and it had been miserable. He was extremely happy when the shuttle showed up that time, all of the crew they sent were male at first. Mars was now very close to liveable outside, although a trip without a suit had to be brief. Inside, the gardens were growing nicely, Corn plants were five feet tall, trays of vegetables were there in row after row. Rabbits helped to maintain temperature, they produced meat, fertilizer and since their body temperatures were high it saved on energy. The Methane from both human and the animals ran generators, the entire system was self contained. Outside, scrub trees that grew back on Earth at high altitudes were growing openly on the surface, adding even more Oxygen. The underground wells had been the key, the discovery of those back in the late 21st century had made it all possible. Then the discovery of the black moss growing in abundance in some of the canyons had helped. Edible and nutritious, that sped up colonization and assisted in exploration. When one of the robot voyagers found the remains of what had been a city, the news was amazing. Soon after that came the news of fossils, and many of those fossils were human. That knowledge changed the entire history of the human race. Millions of years earlier, Mars had been the home planet. As the planet began to die, people reached out to colonize the Earth. Barely able to get themselves to the 3rd planet from the Sun alive and with little or no equipment, the people reverted to no more than animals, hunter gathers, and the evolutionary process began all over again. It took a few centuries for them to wipe out the very large predators, but being highly intelligent they managed to get that under control. Cities followed, society evolved. Now, in the year 2106, human beings had returned home to the 4th planet. Then deep inside a vault the people of Mars had left, were the details, the plans for producing negative energy. Humans built the first ship, sent men to the moon again in 2066. The trip there took 45 seconds, they were gone for eight days in their time but arrived back not even two minutes after leaving. Next scientists figured out how to make the "time" when within the warp not even exist, that freed mankind to reach any point in the universe. The understanding that the Universe was little more than the pages of a book and time was just a perception changed everything. Mars became a short few hours hop, and already plans were being made to explore the Galaxy. +++ Stan filled out his report, clicked and sent it back to the command base. He sent along the video he had made, let the techs figure that one out. There wasn't really much that he or Miriam could do about the huge ship out there a few hundred thousand miles away. All it did was sit there, why they had no idea. The cloaked pod containing Za and Doe they never saw. Stan had a feeling, one he could not quite put his finger on that there was far more there than they saw. It had appeared to be a monstrous yet empty vessel, but why? What was it for? Once they got their ship fully restored with power, they could go back, perhaps find out more. But now, having just arrived at the base for their 2 year tour of duty, they had to unpack. Stan could see the crews tending to the gardens, the rest of the crew were all below maintaining the life support systems. Stan walked down to Miriam's quarters, pushed the button. Inside, she sat on the edge of her cot, smiling. Their personal lives were private now, no cameras, no one watching. Stan liked things better that way. +++ "We have a full system failure." Za thought to Doe. She knew very well what that meant, the ship had enough oxygen and nutrition for several days, the carrier could sustain them for years if not decades but how were they supposed to get there? There was no air lock, no way to dock. Because of the budget, they had chosen to land the thing for loading which Za did not like one bit, even though it had worked well in the past. So they needed to land the carrier on the planet to load it, and with no drive they had no way to do that. Besides, landing it uncloaked was very likely going to get them an unhappy response, this species appeared to be more advanced than they had thought. The truth is they were all a bunch of mean little bastards, they seemed to like killing everything they saw, even each other. Za had mentioned that at the meeting of the council, but the One had simply shrugged and rejected all of Za's ideas for defense. Then Jhawa had gone off to produce eggs, the fertilization began and all work ceased during that process. +++ Za had been floored when the tiny ship had approached, and even more floored when it engaged a negative energy field to leave? If this species had solved the problem of negative energy, if they had learned how to warp spacetime? It would change everything. The One needed to know about this but Za and Doe had no way to do that. Thought could not reach the vast distance involved to the home planet, so they were on their own. "What are we going to do now?" Doe asked, her thoughts showing clearly her fear. "I think we are going to die." Za thought flatly. He turned to visualize Doe. She returned his gaze, she was not blocking him. Za sensed that her fear created a physical need to try and reproduce. Forbidden, yes, but in this situation, overwhelming. Understanding, he reached for her, she reached back. The blending was allowed by her. Za dropped all of his own blocking, let his physical become a part of the mental. It was an act of sex, the joining of two completely, taking peace in the moment of what otherwise would be terror, a fear of death. He dropped all blocking in that moment, lost all sense of control. +++ Stan lay with Miriam, her body pressed against him. Just at the moment of reaching his own peak, a powerful sensation swept over him. Species Visions flowed into his mind, it was something he did not understand and could only feel. It took several long minutes for that to pass. "What in the hell was that?" He finally managed. "I felt it too." Miriam said in a quiet voice. "Something? Something in my head?" Stan sat up. "That ship. It came from that...ship. There are beings on board." Miriam said. Her face was still contorted. "They are still...they are doing...They are not like....us." She passed out. +++ Za knew when the tiny ship arrived again. He could not cloak the ship they were in, it would take a very large amount of energy and they just could not spare it. Stan stared out the small window at the ship. It was the strangest looking thing he had ever seen, it looked something like a large black Beetle. "We are from the One." Za thought to them. If he could get them to turn on the negative energy field, the ships would settle into the bubble and they could be taken somehwere. "What?" Stan said to Miriam. "That wasn't me, I heard it too. It came from...them." She said. "Aliens? They read minds?" Stan said. "No, I think we can read theirs but they can't read ours, not very well. Something is interfering." Stan reached for the radio. "That's a waste of time, Stan." Miriam told him. Stan felt it also at about that moment. "They can speak to us with thought, but when they do that, they can't hide any of their thoughts." Miriam's voice took on a sudden trace of fear. "What is that? It's like they don't want us to know but....?" Stan concentrated. "My God! There are here to...they...? My God!" Stan exclaimed. "They are asking for our help." Miriam had her eyes squeezed tightly shut, also concentrating. "OK. What do we do?" Stan was getting bits and pieces of it, they both were. Miriam's eyes flashed open, she had a look of shock on her face. "Stan? They are here to...to..harvest." "What? Harvest what?" "Us." Her voice was trembling. +++ Za picked up on the female's thoughts, she got much more than he had intended. It was fear, and Za knew very well that fear in this species meant they were very likely to strike. He looked over at Doe. Getting up, Za reached over and grasped the dial with one claw, rolled back the side of the ship for a visual. The small ship sat there motionless, just a few miles away. "She knows." Za thought. He turned to Doe. She was so beautiful, he had spotted that way back when she was assigned to the harvest ship. Their blending the day before had been beautiful, the first blending with a female Za had ever known. Forbidden by the one, the carrier of the eggs. Doe looked at Za. She was not blocking him at all, once again. They both knew. "God! It's starting again! I can't...I just..." Miriam began to shake, her body out of control. "Load one and two!" Stan ordered. Miriam didn't respond. "Miriam! Load one and two! My God, this is....?" She forced her hand out, turned the dials. Then she passed out. Stan closed his eyes, forced his thoughts to fishing back home on Earth. The stream was so clear, so beautiful. The waves of pleasure wafted over him, his mind spun. Aliens, fornicating, broadcasting it in all directions. So powerful it seemed to bend the mind out of control. In his mind's eye, in the background he could see them, the tangle of bony limbs, their bodies blending obscenely. There was another vision, their claws biting into the protein, feeding bits of it to the one. Harvesters. Tearing living flesh from living human beings. Stan touched the button. His hand came back, moved to the other button, pressed. There was a flash, intense and then nothing. He passed out. He never saw the second nuke hit the carrier. +++ Miriam had control of the ship when Stan came to. "What happened?" He asked her. "We are all right." She told him. She turned her head, looked at Stan. His face was white. So was hers. "We are all right." She said again. Stan's mind cleared, he remembered what he had envisioned. "All right?" He was not so sure of that. Specimen Ch. 01 Zhartha checked the monitor once again. Each creature was floating at hip level and asleep. Strange creatures he thought, but then he had been studying humans for the last two hundred years. "Incoming message from High Council," the announcement was made into his ear piece. He switched the image over on the monitor. High Councilor Xanthar's foreboding image crystallized. "Greetings Observer Zhartha. Your requested has been debated and discussed. This is indeed new ground never explored before." Zhartha remained silent as he stared into the monitor. Xanthar looked down briefly before resuming, "Do you truly believe you can succeed in producing a viable product? The evidence shows that males tend to get aggressive in captivity and have to be eliminated and only a few females become docile enough to adapt." Everything Zhartha had strived for would hang on his response, but he had been preparing for this very question. "Although past studies have proved those conclusions, I believe that altering the female's anatomy will produce the desired outcome." "And what of the male?" replied Councilor Xanthar pressing his point. Xanthar could hear victory in the question. "I believe the High Council is correct. The male will only be kept, in an unconscious state, and used to produce the needed sperm. I already have the ova's from our females to use for experimentation. Afterwards, with the High Council permission, that specimen will be terminated." A smile played across Xanthar's lips, "And what of the female?" "I believe that after her anatomy is altered, I will be able to succeed using my own sperm for the experiment," replied Zhartha as he bowed his head to the monitor. "Very well then, you have the High Council's permission to experiment with these two specimens. Let it be understood that no other specimens are allowed to be retrieved. We believe that the study of this planet has been exhausted," replied Councilor Xanthar before the screen went blank. A smile creased Zhartha's lips. He would be allowed. He couldn't wait to get the specimens to his lab. Of course he had selected another planet. There would be too many pressures and too many spies on his home world. Zhartha sighed. He left the control room and crossed over into the doorway marked Specimen: Female. He approached the woman suspended in the air. He looked down on her and then stroked her hair. He thought she was pretty for a human. In his observations over the last two hundred years, he had come to admire the human race. He noted with great interest their struggles, fears and adaptability, but he also was quite aware of their brutality, destructive nature and superstitions. While waiting for the High Council's decision, he had already been probing her mind. Learning from her what he needed to know. Now it was time to start the rest. Zhartha spread her legs wide. "Probe," he said and a metallic device appeared from above. "Analyze dimensions." The probe went between her legs and inserted into her vagina. The woman mumbled in her induced sleep. He switched on the brain monitor to observe her dream. The woman was lying on top of a bed. She had her legs spread and was gently masturbating. Zhartha watched as her finger slid to the top of her clit. He reached down and mimicked her dream. She was wet at the probes entrance. He slid his finger down to obtain some moisture and returned it to her clit. "Dimensions have been recorded," announced the probe. Zhartha was intrigued by the image on the monitor. "Increase in width by one half inch. Record all data." The woman's breathing started to increase and her hips started to move forward pushing herself onto the probe. The image on the monitor showed that she was now kneading her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Zhartha touched her breasts with his long fingers feeling how smooth and firm they were. He lightly traced them up to the top of her nipples. Her nipples turned hard in his fingers. He squeezed lightly and pulled on them as she did in her dream. Her breathing was even faster now. "Increase width another one half inch. Push forward two inches and withdraw. Repeat the forward and withdraw command," said Zhartha. "Complying," said the probe. The woman started to moan and breathe harder. "Interesting," Zhartha commented. The monitor now showed a man copulating with the woman. He was kissing her deeply and probing her mouth with his tongue. Then he reached down and suckled her breast. Zhartha bent down and gently sucked on her breast. The woman started to moan louder. "According to internal structure, subject is about to orgasm," announced the probe. "Increase width one half inch and increase depth on probe to fit entire passageway," command Zhartha. "Forward and withdraw entire depth, but increase speed to one fourth." "Complying," said the probe. The woman started pushing forward onto the probe with intensity. She suddenly screamed and Zhartha was startled. "Stop all activity and withdraw," he commanded the probe. "Is female damaged?" "No," replied the probe. "Why did specimen scream?" Zhartha inquired. "This specimen reached heightened sexual state known as orgasm and vocalized it," replied the probe. "All data recorded." Zhartha looked at the woman. "Very interesting indeed," he whispered to himself. He was actually sexually excited. I wonder if our females were ever like this in eons past. They have no emotion; no stimuli at all. They merely lie there, or stand, until a man has copulated and then they leave. This specimen already had him stimulated, but he had to wait; be patient. She needed to be altered before any contact with him. Specimen Ch. 02 To all my sci fi readers, thank you for your emails of encouragement regarding this story. I hope that you will enjoy Chapter 2 as much as you did Chapter 1. ====================== Zhartha was busy navigating through the dense atmosphere of the planet that he had chosen to perform the necessary experiments. Its atmosphere was poisonous to him as well as the human subjects, but his laboratory was deep below its surface. Once his ship entered the huge artificial caravan created for docking, he set the computer to automatically guide and land the vehicle. He went to check on his specimens. He enter the room marked: "SPECIMAN: MALE" and checked the monitor for vital functions. He saw that the specimen's penis was in an erect state and the male was humping as in copulating. He had not bothered to scan this specimen's brain; only concentrating on that of the female. He smiled slightly and proceeded to switch the brain monitor on to observe the male's dream. Much in the same way as that of the female, the male was dreaming that he was copulating except this specimen was engaged with another male much to Zhartha's surprise. 'A flaw,' he noted to himself of himself. He should have checked this specimen's brain monitor during the trip. Then a smile crossed his face and he made a decision; he would alter the male's anatomy also. "Retrieval," said Zhartha and a cylinder lowered from the ceiling. This would be his first of many collections from this specimen. "Prepare to collect ejaculate of specimen," ordered Zhartha. The retrieval unit slowly lowered over the human's penis and then slowly squeezed to almost a vacuum tight seal. "Start slow pauses gradually increasing in increment until specimen releases," ordered Zhartha while he still observed the specimen's dream. The male was now entering the rectum of another male who, in turn, was masturbating. He observed that the specimen's hips were thrusting in time with his entry into the other male's rectum. "Arghhh," vocalized the male and began to release his sperm into the cylinder. 'It would seem that this species vocalizes release,' thought Zhartha and added that to his memory for later recording. "Store sample and mark date of collection; keep viable," he ordered and the retrieval unit disappeared above. Zhartha reached out his hand and cupped the specimen's scrotum; the male moaned. He softly squeezed and the male thrust upward. He released his sperm sacs, but was fascinated with the anatomy. He and all other males of his species had four and humans only had two; just another difference to note for later record. "Probe," said Zhartha and the probe lowered from the ceiling, "scan specimen's rectum for measurement." The probe lowered and inserted into the specimen's bottom. The monitor now showed that the specimen was being taken in his own rectum by another male; the specimen moaned. "Measurements completed," replied the probe. "Prepare and inject specimen with DNA sequence to accommodate the entry of a Lithithiam penis," stated Zhartha. "Record all data and inform of specimen's estimated completion time." The specimens would remain on board until sequencing was completed. He turned and left to check on the other specimen. The female had already been injected with a slight DNA variance that would change her vaginal opening and walls, uterus and breasts to accommodate the experiment Zhartha had planned. Of course she would be impregnated with his sperm, but what he didn't state to the High Council was that he was planning on doing it himself. He noted without objectivity, but more of with lust, was how large her breasts had grown. They were nearly twice their original size yet remained quite firm. He stroked a finger over her nipple and it became hard and erect. He could feel his own penis responding to the simple stimuli, but he would have to wait until all modifications were completed. He noted that she would need to be fitted in a chest harness to keep her back erect now that her breasts were enlarged. "Docking completed," the computer stated in Zhartha's earpiece. "Proceed to lower sections, seal and vent chambers," ordered Zhartha. He returned his attention back to the female and slowly slid his hand over her flat stomach. The DNA sequencing was still in progress on her lower sections, but her breasts were complete. He cupped one between his massive hands and smiled knowing they were going to give him great pleasure. Whether or not she received pleasure was of no consequence, but he thought that she just might. Zhartha flipped on the brain monitor and observed while he manipulated her breasts. The monitor revealed that a man was engaged with massaging her breasts; which subconsciously were still their prior small size. As he observed the male on the monitor, Zhartha started to squeeze her breasts and then proceeded to pinch her nipples and tug them up from her body. The specimen moaned in great pleasure and her breathing increased. The male bent over and started to suck at her nipples in earnest; Zhartha emulated the scene. His own lust was building and he opened his robe to release his penis. His own penis was still not completely engorged with blood, but stood at twenty inches. He started to masturbate to help relieve some of the lust that had been building. He spread his legs to give his double-stacked scrotum the freedom to swing and sway with his thrusts; their rubbing and banging against each other adding to stimulate him further. The more he squeezed and sucked the female's breasts, the more his own hips thrust out into the empty air. Zhartha let go of her breasts and concentrated on his own relief. It took him twenty minutes to masturbate the first ejaculation from his first set of scrotum and another twenty minutes for the second set. His ejaculate lay pooled on the floor while his penis started to shrink back into its softened shape. "Sanitize," he said and a machine whirred into motion across the floor. Soon there was no evidence of what had transpired. He gave on last pinch of her nipple and left the room. Specimen Ch. 03 Zhartha looked once again at the compartments that housed each of the specimens. He had managed to recreate the furniture he had observed in the female specimen's dreams; a four poster bed. Since the male specimen had not dreamed of a bed in the days following his sequencing, Zhartha created the same type of bed for him as well. "Activate brain monitors and set for continuous data recording," spoke Zhartha. The female specimen had been fitted with an "X" shaped harness around her breasts and chest to support her spine when she stood or sat up. He was quite pleased with her appearance. He pressed a button on the console and a small hissing sound could me heard as the gas entered the compartment. He stood and watched; waiting for the specimen to regain consciousness. Laura opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. She felt the harness against her chest and raised her hands to her breasts; 'no not hers' she panicked; her breasts weren't this big, but now they were. Fear and panic swept through her brain and body; she tried to find a way to remove the harness. Her head snapped up when she heard him speak. "It cannot be removed; your struggles are in vain," said Zhartha. He was tall; had to be at least seven foot she guessed. Everything on him was proportionately large; head, hands and feet. "Who are you?! What have you done to me?!" she cried. Zhartha stepped closer, "My name is Zhartha and I'm an observer; I guess on your world I'd be known as a scientist. As to what I have done to you; well let's just say that I've prepared your body for an experiment." Laura started to cry in fear and once again looked down at her breasts; they were huge. They felt hard and firm, but were the size of cantaloupes. Zhartha continued, "The harness is there to support your spine. Your DNA has been sequenced to accommodate my larger frame. You are to be impregnated to see if a blending of our two species is viable." He moved over to another door in the compartment, "I have provided you with a chamber for body waste removal. I am not familiar with the procedure for your species; you will have to instruct me on what is needed." He moved back to the compartment's door, "I will bring nourishment for your consumption in a short while. You might wish to move about and familiarize yourself since you will be here quite a long time." Zhartha left and sealed the compartment. He walked down to the male specimen's compartment. Laura cried for a long time; prisoner and to be impregnated. She felt like she was a lab rat in one of her own experiments. Her brain finally accepted the situation; after all, she was a scientist herself. 'Hunter becomes the hunted' she thought or in her case 'the experimenter becomes the experiment'. She had no idea where she was at, but concluded that it was not Earth; she would have to see his experiment to the conclusion. After a while, she felt the urge to pee so she swung her legs off the bed and swayed trying to regain her balance; she wasn't use to her breasts. The harness automatically strengthened her frame providing support for her back and breasts. She scooted down to the end of the bed and held on to it to the mattress stand. She walked around the edge of the bed to make sure she could walk without falling over. Laura made her way to the side door and looked around; it just seemed like an empty room to her. "How do I pee?" Laura spoke to at least hear her own voice. "Rephrase question," a voice from some unknown place said. Laura did an intake, "Who are you?" "Computer Automated System, rephrase question." Laura thought for a moment, "How do I eliminate body waste from kidneys?" A panel on the wall lit up, "Press panel. Place receptacle around elimination site. Replace receptacle when finished." Laura proceeded over to the panel and placed her hand against it. The panel slid open to reveal the 'receptacle' attached to some kind of hose. To her it looked like something an astronaut might use in space. She followed the instructions and placed it between her legs and up against her body; her urine was sucked into the hose. She then replaced the receptacle back inside the panel. "How do I clean myself?" Laura asked. Another panel was lit on the wall and she pressed it. A clear cylinder appeared from the side, "Stand in chamber and attached hands on placements" the CAS instructed. Laura hesitated, but then did as instructed. She felt something invisible hit her body and she blacked out. When she came to, Zhartha was sitting next to her on the bed. "That's better; very unfortunate," he commented. "What happened?" asked Laura. "Sonic cleaner; I had not reprogrammed it for humans. I have done so now. You are more intelligent than I had suspected. You figured out much without my instruction," said Zhartha. He ran his hand over her breast and pinched her nipple. Laura shut her eyes and moaned excited by his touch. She could feel the dampness between her legs and it surprised her. 'Why was his touch turning her on?' she wondered. Zhartha had grown accustomed to touching her breasts and nipples in the days waiting for her sequencing to be completed. It stimulated him and he felt his lust rising even now. He bent over her and sucked the nipple into his mouth and delighted in the way that the female specimen was reacting. "You enjoy that?" he inquired. Laura gasped, "Yes; yes very much, but I don't understand why I do?" Zhartha smiled. "I will tell you female specimen if you show me what this pressing of lips mean?" Laura looked at him questioning, "You mean a kiss. Where we put our mouths together? Your species doesn't kiss?" Zhartha's smiled faded, "No; our females have no emotions. That is why I proposed this experiment." Laura laid her hand over his massive hand on her breast, "My name is Laura. If I'm to be here then at least you could use my name." Zhartha's smile returned, "Yes Laura." "You need to bring your face closer to mine for us to kiss," she said. Zhartha brought his face closer to Laura's. She leaned into him and pressed her lips to his; he felt a surge of sexual excitement. What she did next shocked him; she rubbed the tip of her tongue along his closed lips. He felt another surge of excitement and his organ started to engorge. "You need to open your lips now to let my tongue in," said Laura. "Why?" countered Zhartha. "To complete the kiss," Laura replied. Zhartha opened his lips and once again she pressed hers to his and put her tongue in his mouth, touching his tongue and swirling it. She was breathing harder now. Laura broke the kiss and looked at Zhartha, "You need to reciprocate by inserting your tongue in my mouth now." Zhartha was startled; he had never done this before, but it had increased his sexual arousal. He bent over and kissed her back in the same fashion; he was aware that his own body was responding to this stimuli. He broke the kiss breathing hard and sat back up, "What is purpose of kiss?" Laura smiled as she was breathing harder also. "It can serve many functions." "Explain," Zhartha stated. "Bring you face closer and I'll explain." Laura smiled. Zhartha drew near again and the female rubbed her hands gently over the sides of his face; her touch was smooth, gentle and stimulating. "A kiss can be in the form of a greeting," said Laura and she lightly peck his lips and then his cheek. "It can be soothing as a parent would give a child for comfort," and she lightly kissed his forehead. "It can be sensual for foreplay before two individuals have sex," and she turned his wrist over and gave a lingering kiss to the underside. "Foreplay is preferred in our species to prepare our bodies for sexual intercourse," and she rose on her knees and pressed her breasts against her chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and once again kissed his lips inserting her tongue. Zhartha was surprised by the level increase of his arousal. He had never experienced anything like it in all his life. She was stimulating him much faster than any female he had copulated with; 'note to log: active female participation increases arousal'. Zhartha withdrew himself and stood up looking down at the female specimen. She was having a definite profound affect on him. Then something else occurred to him, "Explain why you have accepted what has happened to you? Your species is prone to violence while in captivity." "Not until you explain why my body is responsive to you," stated Laura. "I explained the kiss and now you explain this." Zhartha smiled at her behavior; he wasn't use to a female talking back to him. "The DNA sequencing altered your body to respond to me. Your anatomy has been altered to fit with mine; this was the only way to ensure that you remain viable." "Viable?" questioned Laura. "What do you mean by viable?" "I will answer once you have answered my question," Zhartha smiled at this unique form of information exchange. He could have simply scanned her mind again. "On my planet, Earth," started Laura, "I'm a scientist and conduct experiments using animals. I logically concluded that there was no escape and that I might as well see out your experiment to the end; even if that means my death. I also am not prone to violence." Zhartha smiled and was genuinely delighted that his specimen was willing to cooperate. "I have no intention of terminating your life. The gestation period of our species is ...," he stopped to calculate time measured by human standards, "... approximately twenty of your human months." "Twenty months!" exclaimed Laura. "I don't think my body could withstand that. My species gestation period is only around nine months." "I have thought of that. The fetus shall be removed to a gestation chamber so that your body is not depleted." Laura sighed and physically relaxed. She was afraid that if she tried to carry a baby for that length a time; it would kill her. She looked back up at Zhartha, "Is that what you meant by 'viable'; to keep me alive to keep producing babies." "No," said Zhartha. "I can produce the fetuses without impregnating your body, but with the amount of pleasure you will be providing me, you are bound to become impregnated." His hand reached out and caressed her breast and then pinched and pulled her nipple. She moaned and pushed into his hand. Laura felt so stimulated each time he touched her; she was quite aware now that it had to be some kind of chemical reaction. Her breathing once again became labored and the throb she felt in her pussy could not be ignored. "I need sex Zhartha. I am responding to you; feel how wet I am," and she moved his hand down to feel how much he had stimulated her. Zhartha felt how wet and slick her entrance was. He was surprised at her acceptance of the experiment; he had found the perfect female specimen. He removed his garment and released his engorged organ. The female's eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Laura, "that cock won't fit! Just how big are you?" "Cock?" question Zhartha. "Yes ... oh, cock, dick, penis; your reproductive organ," stated Laura. Zhartha smiled in understanding. "You have been altered to fit my physiology. Fully engorged; my penis is twenty-four of your human inches" and he spread her legs open to allow his entrance. He guided his organ into her opening and was excited that she was receptive. She laid her head back and raised her hips to meet his entrance. He pushed into her slowly in order to observe her responses. The female started to breathe harder and moan. As soon as he was within distance on her body, she wrapped her legs around him to draw him to her. He enjoyed this new sensation of having female participation. He started to slowly move in and out of her and then was startled and stimulated by her response. "Harder!" screamed Laura. "Faster; fuck me harder!" He remembered this from her dreams; 'fuck' meant to copulate. He complied and started to pound in and out of her opening hard and fast; hoping that he would not damage her. He felt her vaginal muscles constricting around his organ; pulsating and stimulating him further. He had never experienced any of this before; soon his mind forgot to observe as he felt his lust take over. He could feel a tightening in his major scrotum sac and then was completely unbalanced when his secondary scrotum sac tightened as well. This had never happened before; his ejaculations were always evenly spaced as were all his species. He had never heard of anyone who had both their sacs empty at the same time. The female was holding him as tightly as she could and moaning. She was meeting his thrusts with her own. He felt her vaginal muscles clamp down against his organ and she screamed as her orgasm overtook her body. Then it happened; both his sacs emptied at the same time. Zhartha found himself vocalizing his release for the first time ever as his sperm rushed through his organ into the female. It was a completely new sensation that he didn't want to end. He lay on top of the female momentarily before he started to withdraw. She clung tightly to his body, "Not yet," she whispered. "Just roll so I'm on top." He rolled slowly over so that the female was sitting astride his body with his organ still inside of her. She leaned forward to rest her breasts against his chest; breathing hard still and rubbing the top of his shoulders. "That's definitely the best fuck I've ever had. Thank you," she said. She looked up into his eyes, gave him a kiss lightly on his lips and then smiled at him. Zhartha found himself smiling back too. He needed to process everything that had just happened. It was apparent that active female participation increased male stimulation and participation; he would need to calculate by how much. Sex would need to be repeated to see how many times a double sac release happened. Then something else happened that was new; his organ was engorging again. Specimens of Gender "Hmm. One more chapter?" I rested the thick, hardcover book on my chest and turned my head to check the clock. It was only 11:47 - late, but not as late as some of the nights I'd put in lately. Still, I did have to be up at 5:00 in the morning. "Better not," I decided with a sigh. Since it was too big for the nightstand, I reluctantly dropped the book on floor. I was already itching to pick it up again. It'd been months since I'd last found anything decent to read, and this book had grabbed me from page one. Still, I had already stayed up longer than planned. I'd already slept in twice this week, so I really needed to get out for that morning jog. Not only was it my only real exercise, it was the only regular opportunity I had to be en-femme out in public. It was nothing glamorous, just a sports bra, high-cut panty briefs, a pair of short jogging shorts, a tight moisture-wicking top, and the absolute cutest pair of sneakers I had ever seen. With my hair at about shoulder length, a pink baseball cap and oversized supermodel sunglasses were generally enough to help me pass those few early morning souls I happened to . . . well, pass by. The smell of Secret antiperspirant, mixed with a dab of Night Magic perfume behind each ear, completed the illusion of femininity. I had no sooner turned off the bedside lamp when a sudden shaft of light exploded through my window. "What the hell?" It wasn't the porch light - I hadn't even turned it on tonight. It couldn't have been headlights either - the fence behind me blocked off the neighbours' driveways. The only thing left was a flashlight, and I didn't like that idea at all. Not when I was on the second floor. As quietly as I could, I grabbed my glasses and rolled out of bed. As I crawled over to the open window, I silently cursed myself, sure that the threadbare carpet would catch my stockings and drag a run down from the knees. If there WAS a burglar out there, skulking around on the porch roof, I didn't want him to see me, especially not dressed as I was in a pink babydoll, frilled panties, and stockings, with my toenails painted a soft, glittery pink. I peeked over the sill, half-expecting to find some ski-masked intruder staring back at me. There was nobody there. "Shit." I decided to risk rising to my knees for a better look. The scratching sensation on my suddenly bare flesh told me they were already ruined anyway. That light had to have come from somewhere. I cupped my hands to the window and strained my tired eyes. That's when everything went white . . . and then black. ******* I woke up groggy and in pain. I tried to get up anyway. Big mistake. The darkened world began spinning about my head, and the jabs of pain became splinters of agony. I collapsed back onto the cold metal surface (clearly not my bed), and then it all went black again. ******* I have no idea how long I was out, but my world was still dark when I awoke for a second time. The pain was still there too - dull and throbbing - but at least I was awake and alert. Well, more or less. I had no idea where I was. I took a deep breath, braced myself, and tried to sit up again - slowly this time. It was no use. Somebody had tied me up or strapped me down, leaving me to wonder if it was for my own protection or theirs. If the pain in my head was any indication, it was probably the latter. Besides, how many hospitals use solid metal straps to restrain their patients? I told myself not to panic. I had to remain calm. I forced myself to relax. I began flexing my arms and legs, testing my restraints. They were cold, solid, and secure. What was worrying me, though, was how weak I felt. Restrained as I was, I could feel that my strength wasn't what it should have been. Even my fists felt somehow smaller where I clenched them at my side. "Hello!" Yelling made the pain in my head worse, but what choice did I have? Either I endured my captivity in silence, or I risked a little pain in a bid for freedom. "Hello! Anybody?" Of course, the odds were pretty good that the wrong people might hear me, but I had to do something. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and screamed. Somehow, the echo that came back to my ears sounded . . . off. It was as if somebody were mocking me, repeating my cries in some childish, high-pitched falsetto. If there was somebody there, though, they offered me no other answer than that awkward echo. ******* It seemed like days later - but was probably just a few hours - when my solitary confinement ended. An eerily feminine voice, which seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, announced, "Specimen X65ASD4F - prepare for quarantine release." Specimen? Quarantine? Things were looking worse by the second. "Who are you people?" "The specimen WILL be silent." Then, as if speaking to someone else, the voice ordered "Release the quarantine measures." Before I could ask what 'quarantine measures' were, the darkness faded. It shimmered at first - how could darkness shimmer? - then exploded in a blaze of white light. I wrenched my left should in a futile attempt to cover eyes that I couldn't reach. When they finally adjusted, I found myself surrounded by a blur of indistinct figures, lost in a maze of white. They looked human, but that was all I could tell. I didn't even know how many there were, since one shape blended into the next. Apparently, wherever I was, they had taken my glasses. "Um, could somebody please explain to me what's going on here?" I was ashamed at the quiver of fear in my voice, especially since it still sounded off, but I was frightened enough not to let it bother me. I squinted into the glare and tried to make out some kind of detail in the room (or cell, depending upon where I was). Rather than reply to my question, the coldly feminine voice said, "Vision deficiency and photosensitivity noted." Then, after a brief pause, "Dim the lights." "Wow." This was a new voice. "Ugghh!" Another new voice. "He . . . he's hideous." "Bizarre is what he is." "Some freakish mutation." Another new voice after another. "Don't know . . . I think he might be just what we need." One new voice after another, all of them almost childishly feminine. Bimboish was the only word that came to mind. The original disembodied voice effectively silenced my audience. "Enough." Colder than before, if that were possible, it warned, "Interaction with the specimen will be kept to a minimum." I had been starting to think I might be part of some government experiment, but no longer. With the lights dimmed, my vision was slowly adjusting. It was still blurred, but I could make out more distinct shapes if I squinted the right way. One glimpse of the women from whom the unflattering 'interactions' had come, and I knew that even the most far-fetched CIA conspiracy theory couldn't even approach this level of weirdness. They were all clothed in some kind of skin-tight garb, flesh-coloured so as to appear almost naked. The shortest of them stood just under 7 feet tall. Size aside, tough, they all seemed to have been cast from the same mould. Thin, nice legs, very tiny waists, breasts a few sizes larger than average, pretty faces, and completely hairless. Not well-shaved, but completely and utterly hairless. Bald, no eyebrows, no arm-hair, no leg-hair, and (so I assumed) no pussy-hair either. Nevertheless, they were still the most gorgeous group of women I had ever laid eyes on. I can't explain why. I mean, it's not like I have a fetish for bald and tall, but the attraction seemed as natural as it was powerful. "Specimen X65ASD4F - you may communicate." "Hey, cut the specimen X6 . . . 65 . . . A . . . the specimen stuff." With a healthy dose of false bravado, I said, "The name is Sally." Oh my god! How did that slip out? "I mean Scott." It might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn the voice sounded amused. "Very well. Label duly noted . . . Sally." Before I could correct her, the voice commanded that the attendants leave the room. An instant later, I was alone, even though I hadn't seen anyone leave. One moment they were there, and the next they were gone. There wasn't even the campy swishy-sparkle of a Star Trek transporter effect. I heard a new voice speak out from behind me. "Welcome . . . Sally." The mechanical distortion was gone, as was the cold tone and harsh volume, but I could have sworn it was the same voice of authority as before. "Thanks." I couldn't move to see, but I sensed she had come to stand behind my head. "You may rise, Sarah." Like my earlier audience, the restraints instantly vanished. I was free from the waist up, but it was better than nothing. Feeling very weak and uncoordinated, I tried to sit up, but tottered alarmingly forward and to the side. I felt top-heavy, as if the restraints hadn't been removed, just released from the table. It was awkward, and required a great deal of concentration that I couldn't really afford, but I was able to twist around and get my first good look at my captor. For the most part, she looked like the other women, but with two major differences. First, her skin-tight garb (uniform, maybe?) was a light green. Second, her bald head sported an elaborate, colourful tattoo, the purpose of which I couldn't fathom. It looked like some kind of symbol, but it was no language I recognized. All I did know was that it marked her as far, far more attractive than the others. "You are attracted. Good, very good." It wasn't until she pointed it out that I realised I could see. I reached up and felt my face with fingers that didn't seem to be my own. For that matter, my face didn't feel quite right either. The point is, I wasn't wearing glasses, yet I could suddenly see perfectly. Maybe there would be a positive side to this whole ordeal. Nodding her approval, she bit down on her thumbnail and said, "Note that specimen has adjusted, and is able to visually differentiate." I tried to convince myself that all the pieces were falling together, but most of them still didn't fit. If it wasn't some kind of government project, then what was it? I had a theory, but it was too far-fetched, too bizarre to even contemplate. She laughed. This bizarrely attractive, undeniably authoritative woman actually laughed! "Your little conspiracy theories amuse us highly." With a wink, she added, "As for your other theory, well, we hardly need to hide anymore." "Huh?" "Maybe this will make things clear." She came around the bed to stand at my side. Spellbound, my eyes followed her hand as it slowly climbed to her throat. Next, she laid three fingers upon her ivory flesh, and smiled. A tap of her index finger - with its short red nail - and her uniform disappeared from the waist up. Her breasts were magnificent! Easily a 40 DD, they were as firm and perfectly rounded as any supermodel's. The nipples were tiny little circles of pink, but appeared slightly swollen. "Very perceptive. You will learn why later." Had she read my mind? Before I could properly contemplate that question, she proceeded to the next phase of her demonstration. One tap of her middle finger - with its short purple nail - and all that remained was her green bikini-bottom. "Whoa." Her legs were as perfect as I had expected (and hoped). They were hairless, spotless, flawless, and downright sexy. They were a definite turn-on. Slowly, I allowed my eyes to travel down her ivory flesh, and then gasped softly at the sight of her feet. I don't know what made them so attractive, but I suddenly wanted to leap off the table and bathe them in kisses. A size too small for her body, they were as perfect as everything else about her. What happened next seemed to occur in slow motion. She tapped her pinkie - with its short orange nail - against her chest. Her bikini seemed to fade or melt away, but it took a moment for me to believe what I was seeing. I had been expecting a hairless pussy, but found instead a hairless cock! And not just any cock, either. Limp, it had to be a good six inches long and four inches around, bigger than any I'd ever seen. Self-consciously, I Iicked my lips. I wasn't gay - or so I told myself, time and time again - but the sissy girl inside me had a definite thing for well-hung shemales. "Absolutely beautiful." I longed to pleasure her. The rational part of my brain told me I should be very much afraid of what was happening here, but the attraction was instinctive. Rational thought had no power over it. She lowered her hand and smiled. "The sight of an endowed-male is as strange to me, as an endowed-female is to you." "Huh?" "What you see here is representational of all females of our species." She snapped her fingers and released me from the rest of my bonds. "As one might expect, although you may not find it so obvious, our men are the exact opposite." "Opposite?" I was confused, but there was a glimmer of understanding within me. I think I needed to hear her say it, though. "Yes." She sighed with what I assumed was remembered pleasure. "Our males wear a mane of long, growing hair from the top of their heads and down the line of their spine, ending it a little knot just above their anus. Up front, they are perfectly flat, right from the smooth, unbroken flesh of their chests, down to the downy softness of their vaginal crevice." I found it was an effort to tear my gaze away from her cock. I was obsessing over it, literally salivating at the thought of it, I couldn't stop. My vivid imagination was coming up with dozens of perverse ways to worship her ivory organ, and I found myself unable to focus on anything else. "Our males are wholly subservient to us," she explained, "existing only to bring us pleasure and bear our young. Don't get me wrong, they are very intelligent, with their own rigidly defined castes and roles, but can only express a personality when left in isolation." She helped me to rise from the table. I was so hard to maintain my balance. My legs felt too weak to support me, and somehow too short. I wobbled back and forth as she led me across the room into darkness. "As children," she explained, "they tend to be rather aggressive and independent. From what we have observed, they respond very much as the men from your world do as adolescents." We were still walking, although the utter blackness made it hard to tell if we were actually moving. "It isn't until they are first taken by crib-mates that the conditioning begins." All I did was shake my head, but she could clearly read my thoughts and answered the unspoken questions. "Our males breed in groups of three, hormonally balanced with one another to ensure a simultaneous birth. Each family group produces one male child and two female crib-mates. They are raised as a family unit, kept together until the female children experience their awakening." She reached out, took my hand, and squeezed. "Crib-mates remain hormonally and telepathically linked throughout their young lives. When it is time for them to mature, the female adolescents will seek out their male crib-mate for conditioning." I found myself becoming aroused, even as fear began growing within the pit of my stomach. "As I said, young males are independent and aggressive. They will often hide, run away, or otherwise try to defend themselves from the advances from their crib-mates. Really, though, it is a futile gesture." She squeezed my hand again. "Biology can be deceived, but never denied. The three crib-mates will mate together, with the females taking the male anally and orally. The moment contact is made, the conditioning begins and the male's resistance begins to fade. By the time the females have ejaculated into their crib-mate, they have fully awakened and the conditioning is complete. The male is utterly docile and submissive forever more." "Do they remain a . . . family unit?" I asked. I couldn't see, but I sensed her turn to stare at me. "Of course not. Crib-mates cannot successfully breed with one another," she told me, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. "While the female crib-mates remain linked, the male instead becomes part of the greater community, offering himself to whichever female desires his attentions." We suddenly found ourselves standing before a softly illuminated pink door. There was no transition. The world was simply dark and empty one moment and bright the next. "Sadly, not all family units survive to maturity. While it's very rare to lose a female, their aggressive, reckless, male crib-mates often die stupid, pointless, entirely avoidable deaths." She was breathing heavily next to me. "When that happens, there is no way for the females to properly mature and awaken." My hand was beginning to throb beneath her increasingly vice-like grip. What had started as a companionable gesture was starting to hurt. "What happens then?" I asked in a small, high-pitched, falsetto whisper. "The natural balance is disrupted. With no opportunity to mature through their crib-mate, they cannot be awakened, leaving them unable to breed with conditioned males. Instead, they begin to form exclusive attachments with one another. When the urge becomes too strong, they take one another." She shivered, but I couldn't tell if it was in disgust or arousal. "Physically, it's entirely satisfying, but the emotional component is . . . lacking." She pressed her hand against the door. "Some females become uncontrollable. They will attempt to take other, mature females against their will." In my mind, I pictured my captor taking one of the women who had surrounded me earlier. Not only was it easy to imagine, but it was extremely arousing. More than that, though, it made me feel jealous that they were being taken instead of me. "We are hoping you can help." With a loud series of beeps, the pink door slid open before us. Inside were hundreds of females, distinguished only by the different tattoos atop their heads. As we stood within the door, one of the women came running toward us. With a squeal of glee, she jumped in the air and landed with her arms and legs wrapped around my captor. As I looked up, I noticed that their markings were identical. "You keep staring at my birth patterning." The two women stopped kissing for a moment. "I was waiting for the opportunity to explain, but I must say, the fact that you thought it was a symbol of rank or status is highly amusing." Her partner laughed. It was the most delicious laugh I had ever heard. "Our birth patterning marks our family unit," she explained. "All female children are born with it." Again, reading my thoughts, my captor explained, "The other females do not possess such markings because they have matured. The markings fade once they awakened through their male crib-mate." Her crib-mate dropped to the ground and came around to stand on the other side of me. It was only then that I realised how much taller they were than me. They towered over me by nearly two feet! Each of them took an arm and led me deeper into the room, until we came to stand before the immense, blue-green pool in the centre. In perfect unison, they said, "Look down and tell us what you see." Oh my god. It all made sense now. The lack of strength, the awkwardness, the strange balance, the difficulty walking, the height difference . . . it all made sense. Staring back at me from the pool was . . . well, the real Sally. I looked shorter, thinner, and differently proportioned than before, but I sensed that was because their males are of similar size. My breasts were comparatively tiny, only B-cups, and there were no nipples. As for my cock, it hadn't changed, but seemed embarrassingly small compared to the two women on either side of me. "It has taken us many years, and many experiments, but we believe you represent the perfect mid-species we have been searching for. You are neither male nor female, yet you are both." The two of them began fondling and stroking my body. "You have everything you need to be sexually attractive to an un-awakened female, yet you retain the basic shape and size to awaken our need to complete the conditioning." Specimens of Gender Clearly, this was some kind of elaborate wet dream. Nothing but my sexually frustrated, gender-confused, sissy subconscious could come up with such a scenario. Transformed into a petite shemale beauty, and destined to spend eternity in submission, satisfying a race of Amazonian shemale aliens - it could be nothing but a dream. "If we are right," my captor explained, "taking you will free our females to regain their natural balance, allowing them to become awakened and enter the breeding cycle." The two women picked me up and lifted me into the pool with ease. "If we are right," they continued, "you will be able to provide this service without ever becoming fully conditioned, making you the perfect, perpetual, surrogate crib-mate." Even as they pushed me to my knees, I looked around at the mob of females around me and wondered how long it would take to awaken them all. Part of me longed for the life, the family, and the friends I had left back home. Like the old saying says, you never truly miss something until it's gone. As twin cocks pressed against my mouth and my ass, though, I quickly forgot everything that had ever come before. This is who I was. This is who I was always destined to be. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. This is what I would do until the day I died. With a deliciously feminine squeal of delight, I opened wide at both ends and felt them immediately take me. I understood immediately that 'taken' was the right terminology. There was no easing into it, no gentle penetration, no gradual introduction to the means and methods of femininity. They simply took their positions and penetrated my holes. I felt a brief instant of almost blinding pain - at least, I think I did - and then nothing by blissful surrender. As soon as they were inside, they stood up from their initial crouch, lifting my body out of the water to dangle in the air. I was literally supported by nothing but two very large, very long, very thick, very strong cocks. It was awe inspiring to be so completely at their mercy. There was nothing for me to hold onto, nothing to anchor myself with. I was nothing but an extension of they need to be sexually awakened. And I found myself perfectly fine with that. One of them grabbed hold of my head, and the other my ass. Without a word of communication, they began fucking me in perfect unison. Both would pull almost all the way out, leaving me feeling hungry and empty, then plunge back in to the hilt, leaving me satisfied and fulfilled. The sensations inside me were new and incredible, like nothing I had ever imagined. All the times I had fantasized about being the meat in a DP sandwich, I had never allowed myself to dream it could be this good. Sweaty and panting hard around the cock in my mouth, I looked up. My penetrators looked lost in the moment, with their eyes closed, heads throw back, and mouths open wide. Judging by the gasps of the other females around us, this was a good sign. Sadly, it was all over too soon. I felt the hands on my body grip tight. I watched their mouths close in a grimace of ecstasy, even as their eyes sprang open. I knew what was coming, but nothing could have prepared me for the wonder of the experience. Hot, thick, explosive bursts of cum filled me from both ends. Their cocks didn't cum in jerks and spasms like human cocks did. Instead, it was just one long stream of cum, as if they were finally urinating after holding it for days. It tasted and felt wonderful. I was sucking and swallowing madly, desperate not to allow a single drop of alien cum to drip from my mouth. My ass was squeezing rhythmically, drawing the cum deeper into me, as if it were digesting it in reverse. My entire body was consuming their cum, breaking it down and absorbing the smells and the flavours with all of my senses. The moment they finished cumming, they released me, allowing me to slide off their softening cocks. I landed gently in the warm, buoyant waters. I let myself float in the pool of blue and stared up at my two Amazonian lovers. I should have been surprised by how quickly their birthmarks faded, but I was too lost in my own bliss to care. The other females cheered uproariously. They all rushed the pool and began kissing the crib-mates naked heads for luck. Two of them stepped around the others and positioned themselves at either end of my body. "Do you think he can do it again?" The female between my legs was fondling her cock and smiling. "You know, I think he can." The female standing above me head was dripping hot, sweet precum into my mouth. There was only one way to find out . . . ******* END I hope you enjoyed my little story. This is one I began (and abandoned) years ago, never quite sure where to ultimately take it. Originally, there was no Sally, just Steve - a straight guy who found himself around by the sight of an alien shemale. Introducing the sissy element brought it all together, and immediately pointed to the concept of 'awakening' their men. If you did enjoy it, I would absolutely love to hear about it.