The Creature in the Lab

Cheek pressed against the cold stone floor, I am wide awake in my prison cell.

It's impossible to tell how much time has passed, as there isn't any sunlight to alert me when one day ends and another begins. I'm beginning to forget who I am -- the memories all swirl together like splotches of gray paint on a blank canvas. I'm one of a few dozen down here, but one of only a handful that hasn't gone completely insane.

It won't be long now, though.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall snags my attention.

Occasionally, they come to take us away. The prisoners who are taken from these cells are rarely returned. Our fate outside of these cells is basically limited to interrogation, torture, or execution. None of these options are particularly great.

I'm surprised, but also not, when the heavy footsteps come to a halt outside my cell. It was bound to happen eventually. You don't steal from the Federation without reaping the consequences.

Metal clangs against metal, and the iron bars creak open.

"Get up," commands a deep, husky voice.

I pry myself off the cold, stone floor and face the two uniformed guards. They are both human, and both tall, muscled, and sporting the exact same no-nonsense expressions on their pale, uninteresting faces. I take note of the guns that hang from their belts. For a split second I contemplate attacking them just for the purpose of being killed. It would be a better fate than whatever awaits me up above.

Ultimately, I'm too big a chicken to do it. Handcuffs are slapped on my wrists and I'm led from my cell.

Sometimes I forget that I'm imprisoned on a space station. As we walk down the white, sleek halls, I steal a glance out the nearest porthole and am met with a breathtaking view of outer space. I try not to think about the fact that I'm floating endlessly through a dark void, because honestly, it's terrifying. But I take a moment to admire the vast expanse of twinkling stars, knowing that it might be my last opportunity to do so.

"Where are you taking me?" I finally work up the courage to ask.

"You're being sent to the lab," says the guard to my right, voice dripping with cold indifference.

My brow furrows, because that was not the answer I was expecting. "Why?"

"Because you belong to the Federation, and the lab needs bodies."

Fear crawls down my spine. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are they going to use me in some kind of experiment? I should have made a move while I had the chance.

I am brought to a heavy, metal door. One of the guards scans his badge on the keypad on the wall, and three quick beeps sound before the door swings open.

I'm shoved rudely inside.

The room turns out to be a large bathroom with a standing shower that could easily accommodate five people. A man and a woman -- human, dressed in white scrubs -- are waiting for me, their faces concealed by paper masks.

"We need to get you cleaned up before the experiment," announces the man in a clinical, muffled tone.

"W-what experiment?" My voice wobbles with the question.

He ignores my question. I'm the prisoner here, after all, and I don't have a right to know anything. "Please, undress," he asks, slightly annoyed.

My hands shake as I yank off my dirty orange jumpsuit and let it fall into a heap on the sterile floor beside me. Goosebumps ripple across my naked skin, and I cross my arms over my chest to conceal my pebbled breasts. I try to convince myself that there's no point in being shy, but there's something really vulnerable about being naked in front of two strangers who can literally do whatever they want to you.

They lead me to the large shower and stick me under a stream of hot water. For a moment it feels incredible, but soon grows to be uncomfortably hot. With thick-bristled brushes, they proceed scrub me raw.

My pale skin soon turns pink from the heat of the water and the roughness in which they scrub me. I feel like cattle being prepped for slaughter. There's no hiding from them -- they manage to get every nook and cranny until all traces of dirt and grime are gone from my body. Fingers dig into my scalp to wash my hair, yanking painfully on my golden locks.

"Spread your legs," the woman instructs.

I stiffen, but know there's no sense in resisting at this point.

They use a different kind of soap on my genital area, a thick, icy blue soap that they won't let me wash off for several minutes. I squirm as it begins to burn, growing concerned what the stuff is doing to me. When the woman finally brings a washcloth between my legs, the dark curls come away with a single wipe.

What?

I look down at my bare pussy with wide eyes. The weird soap took the hair right off.

The water shuts off and I am pulled out of the shower. The woman trims my long blonde hair until it hangs just above my shoulders. The man clips my fingernails. I'm the cleanest I've ever been in my life. But why?

"Brace your hands against the wall and stick your hips out."

I turn around reluctantly, but not before I see the woman slap on two latex gloves. There's the sound of a bottle being squeezed, of liquid being squirted, before all goes silent.

The man uses both hands to gently part my ass cheeks. Cool air hits my exposed nether-region, including my freshly shaved pussy and my sensitive asshole. Before I can object, two gloved and lubricated fingers are inserted up my cunt.

"Oh!" I flinch at the sudden intrusion, but the male nurse keeps me spread while his counterpart thrusts her fingers as deep inside of me as she can manage.

"Steady now," he murmurs.

The lube is ice cold. She swirls her fingers around, gives me a few good pumps, and gradually withdrawals. She squirts another glob of lube into her palm and smears it over my cunt lips. She catches my clit between her gloved fingers, and a small noise escapes me.

Embarrassment stains my cheeks red.

Just when I think they're done violating me, a slight pressure appears at my asshole. My eyes go wide a moment before a lubed finger slips past my tight ring.

I feel myself tighten up at the intrusion, and the man barks at me, "Relax."

I can only stand there, paralyzed, as she coats my asshole thoroughly with lube. Somehow, this feels like the most invasive thing they've done to me thus far. The pressure vanishes after a moment, and I sag against the wall.

"I think she's going to do great," the woman whispers to the man, as they share a look that I don't understand.

I have no idea what is about to happen to me.

--

The pair of nurses lead me through the space station for an excruciatingly long time -- or maybe it just feels that way because I'm still naked. They didn't give me clothes or a gown or anything at all to cover myself. Guards leer at me as we pass them by, and I hate that I'm on display.

Finally, we arrive at the lab. Another swipe of a key card, and another heavy door swings open.

A woman stands to greet me, and I can tell by the authority oozing off of her that she's the one in charge here. She wears a crisp black blouse and beige slacks beneath her white lab coat, and her brunette hair is coiled tightly at the base of her neck. The smile she flashes is just a little bit too eager.

"Hello, there," says the woman. "I'm Dr. Hildebrandt. I'm so glad you're here."

"Like I had a choice," I mutter in response.

She chuckles dryly, and there's something about the masochist gleam in her dark eyes that makes me wary of her. "I suppose you're right about that."

I take in the lab.

It's a large space that smells strongly of antiseptic solution; the smell of bleach stings my nose. People in white lab coats float about the pristine room, conversing with each other in low, urgent voices while carrying clipboards and recording devices. The room is divided down the middle by a giant wall with a screen in the middle; I can tell by the odd shading of the screen that we can see inside, but whatever's inside can't see us.

"What's in there?" I ask, jerking a thumb towards the mysterious chamber.

"A creature from the planet Tbyorloch," Dr. Hildebrandt says proudly, with that last syllable containing quite a bit of phlegm.

"Um, why?"

She rolls her eyes at having to explain. "We are attempting to save their species from extinction. They produce a valuable venom with powerful hallucinatory properties. We intend to utilize this venom for a variety of serums. I don't expect you to understand."

My hands curl into fists at my sides. "What does any of that have to do with me?"

She looks at me like I'm an idiot. "We need to make more of them, of course."

My heart drops into my stomach as I suddenly realize why they shaved and lubed me. It's not difficult to put two and two together.

No, no, no. This can't be happening.

Dr. Hildebrandt continues as if I'm not having a panic attack right in front of her. "We haven't yet successfully bred one with a human female -- they are very picky about who they choose to mate with. So far, none of the other girls we've presented have been sufficient for him."

This conversation is getting more unsettling by the second.

"What happens if I'm not sufficient?" I whisper.

"Well, then you'll be quite useless to us, won't you?" She says with a cruel laugh, letting the threat linger in the air between us.

I swallow a lump in my throat.

"I can't do this," I wheeze, bracing my hands on my knees for support.

"It's in your best interest to cooperate. Should you successfully conceive an offspring, you will become valuable to us. You'll be kept comfortable and fed until the offspring is born. And with any luck, the creature will choose to mate with you again in the future. You could serve a real purpose to the Federation." She says this like I should be honored.

Instead, my lungs gasp for breath.

"You've been scrubbed clean to avoid any outside scents that might trigger the creature. Occasionally, he'll catch a scent of something he doesn't like and grow aggressive." She gestures for me to follow her. "You've been properly lubricated to make the insertion of the creature's sexual organ as easy as possible. Still, prepare yourself -- I expect it will be rather uncomfortable. Just try to relax. Your job is to be fertile and inviting."

She presses her hand against the wall, and a hidden door slides open.

"We'll be watching from this side of the wall. Try to stay relaxed -- you might even enjoy yourself." She winks at me, but it feels very inappropriate given the situation.

The chamber is dark and quiet, and I can't see beyond a few feet. The doctor gently pushes me inside, and the door closes immediately behind me.

I'm trapped.

There's a cot and a blanket on the floor right near the entrance, which I immediately fold myself onto. I have no desire to go any further into this chamber if I don't have to. I assume this is where the prey are meant to wait.

Minutes pass, and it's quite unsettling that I haven't seen or heard the creature.

An hour passes, and I grow hopeful that the beast wants nothing to do with me. Of course, if the Federation no longer has use for me, it could very well mean I'll be disposed of.

Fuck. This is really going to suck either way.

I realize that I'm sitting cross-legged on the cot -- my thighs are spread, my cunt leaking lube and pheromones into the room. I quickly snap my knees shut and bring them up to my chest.

But it's too late.

I freeze as a shuffling sound catches my attention.

The creature is unlike anything I've ever seen before.

The reason for the high ceiling within the chamber is immediately clear when the monster steps forward from the shadows and I see that he's over ten feet tall.

He stands upright like a man, and is muscular like a man, but is hunched in a manner that strikes me as reptilian. His greenish-yellow skin is textured with bumps and ridges like a mountain range. His head is more canine than the rest of him, with an elongated snout and bright, yellow eyes. Each of his fingers ends in clawed tips. A tail swings from his buttocks -- no, wait, there are two. Two tails trail in his wake as he saunters forward.

This is an alien creature from deep within the universe -- one that a human girl ought not to be fraternizing with.

My fear triples when I catch sight of the organ dangling between his legs. It's easily a foot long and thicker than my forearm. It's currently flaccid, but it twitches at the sight of me.

Fuck.

He comes closer, and I press myself as close to the wall as I can manage. It doesn't matter, though, because there is no escape. Dr. Hildebrandt wouldn't let me out even if I screamed bloody murder. The creature crouches low to the ground and cocks his head at me. Assessing.

I hardly track the movement as he wraps both clawed hands around my ankles and drags me towards him. I yelp as my butt slides off the blanket and flinch as my bare skin hits the cold ground. But the uncomfortable temperature is not the thing that worries me most.

It's the terrifying creature spreading my legs apart.

Cold, calloused hands grip my thighs and jerk them roughly apart. He presses them against my stomach so that I'm folded in half like a piece of paper, and my pelvic region is obscenely on display.

He leans forward.

Steam curls from his jaw and wafts over my spread cunt, causing me to shiver violently.

Then, he sniffs me.

He inhales deeply, so close to me that his hot breath tickles my labia.

He inhales again.

After I seemingly pass his smell test, he uses two clawed fingers to pry me open -- closely examining my breeding hole, trying to decide if it's what he wants. I hold still, worried about those clawed fingers so close to my delicate folds. He pays my nervousness no mind, though. I'm just a thing to be bred.

Seeing his dripping snout so close to my spread cunt results in a lot of feelings, but most surprisingly, exhilaration.

What the fuck is that about?

So quickly that I don't see it coming, a forked tongue slithers out of his mouth dives into my wetness.

"Ah!"

The slimy little appendage dips into my heat and flicks at my opening. Testing the waters.

I hold very, very still. The urge to close my legs is strong, but he's got my thighs tight in his lethal grip. The forked tongue continues to wiggle around in my cunt, tasting me, scaling my walls. I clench involuntarily.

When the tongue recedes back into his mouth, he swallows thoughtfully, considering the taste of me. Deciding if he wants to proceed with the meal offered up to him.

He sits up, his cock heavy between us. I take the fact that he's still here to mean a decision's been made. I stare at his rapidly hardening cock with utter terror, knowing that in a few moments, it will be inside of me.

But he doesn't fuck with me it -- not yet.

Instead, one of his tails comes around and hovers in the air between us.

The tail is thin, about the width of my thumb, but several feet in length. It has the smooth, fleshy texture of my own bare skin. Rubbery, almost.

I watch, curiously, as the tail lowers itself between us and nudges up against my puckered asshole.

"Wait --" I try to say, but it doesn't matter, because he can't understand me.

The tail slips inside without any preamble, climbing deeper, deeper, and deeper, until most of its roughly six feet disappears up my ass. I didn't even know it was possible to take something this deep -- I keep watching with wide eyes, expecting the strange appendage to bottom out at any moment, but it simply keeps going. I don't feel any pain as it snakes through my intestines and settles somewhere below my lungs, only an immense, not unpleasant, pressure deep in my core. An incoherent noise bubbles up from my throat.

The tail stills, and I realize it's not coming out.

I look down at where we're now connected, at the section of exposed tail poking out of my asshole that tethers me to this creature.

Strangely, having the tail up my ass feels... comforting. Reassuring. I find myself relaxing in the creature's grip.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

The other tail comes up to my face and nudges at my mouth. The moment I open my lips, it dives down my throat, causing me to choke. But once it settles down my esophagus, and I begin to suck greedily, it gets easier.

I wonder if the two tails will meet somewhere in the middle of me.

The beast hums with pleasure, and I realize the two tails are part of its breeding ritual. Now, I'm connected to him from both ends.

I don't hate it.

Only now, once his tails are firmly buried inside of me, does he line his cock up with my cunt-hole.

Which is dripping, I realize with a jolt.

The tip nudges at my opening. I try to relax, to make myself receptive, finding that I do actually want to see this through. I want to know what it feels like to have this cock inside of me. The tip slips through my wetness, and I groan.

He manages to get a few more inches. The stretch of him is delicious. My head lolls to the side as I enjoy the penetration. More -- I want more.

That's when it gets more difficult. He attempts to push deeper into me, spreading my legs further apart as if that will help, but it's no use. It seems six inches is my limit.

"I'm sorry," I plead, tears welling in my eyes. I'm not sure why I'm suddenly so emotional. Is it because I don't want them to toss me back into the cell, or because I truly want to mate with this creature? "It's not going to fit."

The creature is frustrated with this position. He grunts something unintelligible to me.

He suddenly yanks his cock out of me and flips me over onto my stomach, hiking my hips into the air in the span of a heartbeat. All the while, the tails remain firmly lodged up both my ends, where I imagine they will stay for the remainder of our breeding session.

His cock notches impatiently at my grasping entrance. It's incredible how different it feels in this position. He claims the first few inches easily, and then a few more. I am stretched impossibly as he continues to push into me.

"Fuck!"

He finally bottoms out, and I feel more stretched than I've ever felt in my life. Breathing becomes difficult. I feel completely, utterly claimed.

But clenching around a cock this large is exquisite. I want to enjoy it a moment longer, but the creature suddenly yanks out of me.

And slams back in.

I scream, but it doesn't matter, because this is what it feels like to be bred by a beast. He is not gentle. He doesn't care about my comfort. He simply fucks me senselessly in search of his own pleasure. Wet, slapping noises fill the otherwise empty chamber as his heavy balls slap against my pussy.

Tears stream down my cheeks, but I don't want him to stop. He's got his hands gripped around my waist to keep me firmly in place while he drives into me without remorse.

At some point, it starts to feel good.

I'm absolutely fucking soaked, and I'm clenching and grasping at his cock like some kind of horny savage while animalistic noises spill out of me. I find myself wanting him deeper, even though he's already claimed every possible inch -- with a cock this massive, he's able to reach places inside of me that have never been reached before. He hits that sweet spot at the back of my tunnel, and I know that I'm not long for this world.

"Fuck, please," I grind out, not entirely sure what I'm begging for. For him to split me open? For this to never end? There's a heat gathering between my legs that's about to explode.

As he's fucking me, I realize his cock is swelling.

It grows with each thrust, but I'm too close to orgasm to be properly concerned.

I'm really going to do it, I'm going to come all over this alien creature's massive cock, and it's going to hurt so fucking bad --

A silent scream escapes my mouth as I come, hard.