The Creature in the Lab

I awake slowly, groggily.

It takes me a moment to recall where I am.

A heavy soreness pulses between my legs -- evidence of the breeding session that occurred the night before.

The creature who very likely inseminated me is still asleep on the ground at my side; one hand splayed across my back to keep me pressed against him. His broad chest rises and falls with each breath, the pace of which signals he's deeply asleep.

A pressure in my bowels reminds me of the tail that's still taking up residence in my lower intestine. The presence of it makes me feel like I've been claimed, like I belong to him now. The tail suddenly twitches, an involuntary reflex, and my body jerks in response. The movement prompts a warm feeling between my legs. Why do I so enjoy being tethered to him in this way?

I don't really know what happens next. It's only a matter of time before Dr. Hildebrandt fetches me from this chamber. I've done exactly as she asked -- I let the creature breed me.

I take a moment to admire the sleeping alien. I run my hands along his chest, fascinated by his green, textured skin and the mountainous ridges crisscrossing over his stomach. The muscles of his arms and legs are hard as stone and bulging with veins. I am reminded of how dangerous he is, of how easily he could snap my neck with a simple twist of his fingers if he wanted to.

And his monstrous face. Leathery and reptilian, with a hint of canine around his jaw. His mouth hangs slightly open while he sleeps, allowing me a glimpse at those pearly, sharp teeth. I shiver at the thought of what he's torn apart with them.

My eyes dip down to his softened cock -- still impressively large even in its flaccid state. I can't believe I took that think inside of me. The fact that it didn't split me open is a miracle. The memory of being stretched impossibly, of being made to come on his cock, has my face heating.

And when I remember the knot... oh, God.

I have an urge to climb atop his sleeping form and straddle his waist, to ride his cock until I'm screaming into oblivion. But I'm not sure how he'd react if taken by surprise. I don't know if his species views sex as something to do for fun, or simply something that is necessary for the purpose of breeding.

I don't know anything about him, actually, other than the fact that I'm likely carrying his child.

I wish there was some way for the two of us to communicate. For me to express that I'm being held captive here, too.

The sound of the chamber door sliding open catches my attention.

People in lab coats swarm our little nest in this dark corner of the room and I suddenly feel claustrophobic. Before I can object, the gloved hand of an unfamiliar scientist sticks a sharp needle into the creature's neck, injecting him with some kind of liquid.

"What are you doing to him?" I demand, watching the needle slide into his skin.

"Making sure he doesn't wake up," answers Dr. Hildebrandt, appearing at my shoulder. "He seems to have taken a liking to you. We aren't certain how he'd react if he saw you being taken away."

I'm quiet while I stare at the sleeping, now medicated, creature. He looks so peaceful.

Dr. Hildebrandt crouches down next to me and examines the tail in my ass. "Let's get this removed, shall we?" She gives a tentative tug on the base of the tail, and before I can object, she yanks it out in one quick pull. It flops wetly on the hard floor beside me.

I yelp, the feeling of my bowels being emptied so suddenly causing my body to jerk violently. I am struck with a sudden sadness; without the tail connecting the two of us, I feel empty and hollow.

"Up you go," she says, grabbing me by the arm to help me to my feet. I'm unsteady, legs still wobbly from being fucked so thoroughly the night before, and my thighs are sticky with dried cum. Without the creature's body heat, I'm freezing in nothing but my naked skin.

"What happens now?" I ask.

"We're going to get you cleaned up and then run some tests on you to see if anything about your physical state has been altered after receiving the creature's seed into your system. In the next couple of days, we should be able to confirm the pregnancy." She sounds positively elated at this prospect.

"Will I get to come back here?" I try to keep the hope in my voice from sounding too obvious.

Dr. Hildebrandt chuckles as she leads me from the chamber and back into the main lab. Bright lights sear my vision. "Enjoyed being bred, did you? I do love a willing test subject."

I don't want to leave. What's interesting is, I feel less threatened by this mysterious creature than I ever have by members of the Federation. I don't get the sense that he'd hurt me. What a strange turn of events.

But I'm still a prisoner, and it doesn't matter what I want.

--

I'm being kept in a small room with a hospital bed and a lot of monitors. The sheets are clean, the pillows are fluffy, and it's honestly the best accommodations I've had in a long, long time.

A nurse comes in with a tray of food. Today's supper is a cheeseburger, fries, and a slice of pie -- a much better selection than what I was served down in the prisoner's ward. It's all I can do not to scarf it down. God, I'm so hungry.

At first, Dr. Hildebrandt asks me a lot of questions.

"Tell me, did you feel any pain or discomfort when the creature inserted his tails up your throat and rectum?" she asks bluntly, eagerly awaiting my response. "That's a part of its breeding ritual that we can't quite figure out."

I recall the feeling of the tails inside of me and I subconsciously press my legs together. "Um, a little pressure is all."

Dr. Hildebrandt's pen scrawls across her clipboard. "Would you say that the tails aided you in reaching orgasm?"

"Um, what does that have to do with anything?"

She looks up at me, clearly annoyed. "This was our first successful breeding, you foolish girl. I want to be able to replicate this coupling in the future with other participants. Now, please, answer my questions in full."

"Yes, the tails helped me reach orgasm," I admit shamefully.

She nods. "Let's discuss the creature's sexual organ. I could tell by your post-coitus exam that there wasn't any tearing, which is excellent news. You have a remarkably elastic vaginal opening."

"Um, is that a question?"

"My question is, have you taken a penis of that size before?"

"Um, no."

"What helped you be able to take it? Was it sheer arousal due to the dangerous circumstances? Deep breathing? Pelvic floor exercises?"

I hate every minute of these questions. And it's becoming painfully clear that she tossed me into that chamber not knowing if I was going to be torn apart. "Nothing, really. I didn't do anything special. He just... forced it in me, and I took it."

Did I just admit that I was a whore?

She nods again, pen scrawling away.

"And the knot -- it only appeared after you orgasmed, not before?"

"That's correct." I stare pointedly up at the ceiling, trying not to remember the knot, lest I start leaking between my legs. I have to get it together.

"It's perfectly okay that you orgasmed, you know," she points out, dragging my attention back down. "In fact, your orgasm was the best possible outcome -- the contractions helped the creature's sperm travel to your womb."

I swallow a lump in my throat. "Good to know."

She pats my knee enthusiastically. "I've got a really good feeling about this!"

Dr. Hildebrandt's feeling turns out to be correct. A few days later, they confirm that I am, in fact, pregnant with an alien spawn.

So, there's that.

I knew that it was likely, but having it confirmed makes me feel... a bit of awe. I stare down at my belly, wondering exactly what kind of creature is cooking up in there.

I don't get to do much of anything over the next few days but lie here on this hospital bed. Various scientists come in to take my vitals and run tests, but it's really not that interesting. They stick me with needles and collect blood, which I absolutely hate.

I'm hungry and horny most of the time.

I guess this is my life now.

--

I'm having a dream, and in my dream, I am distressed.

I recognize this memory right away. I'd snuck onto a Federation warship and stolen prints for a newly developed nuclear weapon. In the dream, I'm running frantically down a dimly lit hallway with a heavy package tucked under my arm and two companions hot on my heels. We're riding high on a thin shred of hope that we're actually going to get away with it. Of course, we are swatted by the harsh hand of reality when suddenly, bright lights blind me, and we're surrounded Federation guards. My heart beats erratically against my ribcage, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making me feel stronger than I actually am. We were prepared to fight to the death. But we never stood a chance.

We scream as bullets pelt us --

The dream jolts me awake, and I'm back in my hospital bed.

I take a deep breath and push away the bad thoughts. I'm just a lowly girl from Earth who got swept up with the wrong crowd -- a crowd that couldn't stand by while the Federation conquered planet after planet in the galaxy, slaughtering innocents and turning survivors into free labor. It was a valiant effort, but we all knew the risks.

They killed my accomplices -- both men -- but took me as a prisoner. I didn't understand why at the time, but it's obvious now: they needed a supply of empty wombs to conduct their top-secret experiments. The Federation officer that held a knife at my throat and was about to spill my blood only stopped when another one called, "Wait. That one's a girl. The lab will make use of her."

And now I'm pregnant with the offspring of a creature from the planet Tbyorloch. I'm probably never going to be allowed to leave here; endlessly pregnant, just a womb to be bred for the rest of my days until I produce enough of these creatures to satisfy the Federation's needs. A certified baby-making machine.

It's funny how life works out.

A female nurse -- the very same one who scrubbed me clean after they first fetched me from my cell -- pops her head into the room. She's still wearing a paper mask. "Looks like your heartrate is elevated, dear. Are you feeling okay?"

My heartrate is elevated because you people are monsters, I think to myself, but don't say it out loud. "Yeah. Just a nightmare."

She eyes me warily, as if she believes I've been up to something nefarious, but says, "Alright, then."

She leaves, and I'm alone again.

I wonder what the creature is up to right now.

Is he asleep? Is he pacing the length of the chamber, looking for weak spots? Is he wondering what happened to the Earthling girl he mated with last week? The girl who took his massive cock and both tails so easily, so willingly?

I'm not even sure if he's capable of rational thought.

As I'm lying in bed, recalling the feeling of being stretched so painfully open, something stirs in my lower belly.

God, I'm so horny.

I'm having dirty thoughts about taking his tail up my ass again. About orgasming all over his knot while he breeds me over and over again. I press my thighs together, a pitiful attempt at friction that will never compare to a foot long alien cock pumping my vulnerable, pliant cunt.

I contemplate how to escape this room, how to get back to the lab. But I know there are guards swarming the hall at this very moment. Still, I let my mind wander. I want it so bad.

The heat in my belly is simply too much. I need to come, and I need to come now.

I shove my blankets away and hitch a leg over the railing of my hospital bed. A sigh slithers out of me when I rest my cunt against the bar. And when I start grinding my clit into the railing, and really get going --

"What on Earth are you doing?" comes the voice of the nurse as she reappears in my doorway, hands on her hips.

"Sorry," I say, scrambling back down onto the bed. "I was just -- I'm a little worked up, is all --"

She sighs, annoyed. "Spread your legs, let me take a look."

My cheeks heat as she crosses the room. "Oh, that's really not necessary--"

She pulls up a stool at the end of my bed and takes a seat. She fidgets with a contraption on either side of the bed and moments later pulls out a pair of stirrups.

"Feet into the stirrups, or I call for back up," she threatens, and I quickly comply.

My gown is shoved up to my waist. My legs are splayed wide open while the nurse stares directly at my gushing center. Then, she spreads my labia apart and inserts two fingers. "Goodness you're terribly wet, aren't you?"

"Um, yeah --"

She presses a button on one of the machines and says into the speaker, "Fetch Dr. Hildebrandt, will you? She'll want to know about this development."

Development? My being horny is a development?

Minutes later, Dr. Hildebrandt arrives and joins the nurse in examining my gushing cunt, and I want to die of embarrassment.

"Would you say this level of arousal is higher than average for you?" asks the doctor seriously.

"Yeah," I grunt out. The nurse is absently pumping me with her fingers while this discussion is taking place, and I'm trying desperately not to clench around them. "Sure."

"I think it's possible the pregnancy might be having an impact on your hormones. It's quite early, of course, but this is no average pregnancy."

"Right."

Are they going to keep torturing me, or are they going to let me come? I'm too chicken to ask.

"That's enough," says Dr. Hildebrandt to the nurse, and she immediately removes her fingers from my dripping hole. And now, I'm more worked up than I was before they came into the room, and no closer to being satisfied.

Dr. Hildebrandt's next words send a shiver through me.

"Prepare the girl for another session in the lab."

--

Within the hour, I'm freshly scrubbed, lubed, shaved, and standing in the lab with Dr. Hildebrandt once again.

This time they let me keep my gown while they brought me through the halls--I'm grateful, as it's still fucking freezing in here.

"The creature is becoming aggressive," the doctor explains while we stare at the wall dividing this room and the chamber. "He's not accepting food or anything else we give him."

"Oh," I say, because I'm not sure what else she expects to hear from me.

"We're going to return you to the chamber for a short time because I think perhaps, you're what he wants."

"Oh. Okay." I try to keep my voice neutral, but really, I'm thrilled at the prospect of seeing him again. And something about the fact that he's misbehaving in my absence makes me feel... special. Wanted.

Is it wise to bond with an alien creature in captivity? Probably not. But apparently the creature in question wants to see me, too, and I'm not going to argue.

"It will give me a chance to study how a male of his species behaves around a pregnant female. He may or may not choose to mount you. Don't pressure him one way or another -- we want to see how his natural behavior plays out." Dr. Hildebrandt gives me a warning look.

"Okay," I agree, not sure I like what she's insinuating about me. She's the one who tossed me in that chamber to be bred in the first place, and now she's surprised that I'm horny for alien cock? Seems a little unfair.

The chamber door closes behind me, and I stare into the darkness.

I wonder if the lack of lighting in here is by design, meant to mimic the creature's home planet. If he was born in a realm of darkness.

A heartbeat passes, and then --

Faster than I can track, clawed hands reach out from the darkness and scoop me up like a sack of potatoes. Wind whips by me as the creature rushes me deep into the chamber, only stopping when I'm securely out of range of the sliding door. It all happens too quickly for me to let out more than a gasp of surprise.

He sets me down gently on a collection of faded blankets that I've come to think of as a nest.

We stare at each other for a heartbeat before he proceeds to take up a defensive stance in front of me; crouched low to the ground, teeth bared in the direction of the door. As if a threat to me is imminent.

He's protecting me.

"They're not going to hurt me," I whisper in the dark, resting a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay."

It takes a while for him to relax his stance. Minutes pass as we wait in the dark for something to happen. In his defense, they have drugged him on at least one occasion, and I'm sure that's not even the half of what they've done to him in here. I would be scared, too.

Hell, I am scared.

Finally, he turns around and gives me his full attention.

He is clearly aware that something about me has changed, for he is immediately transfixed by my scent. He sniffs around my stomach, between my breasts, between my legs. Not unlike a curious dog sniffing a stranger's crotch.

"Yep," I tell him, patting my stomach. "I'm pregnant. Don't tell me I'm showing already," I joke humorlessly.

He seems just as interested in my crotch this time as he was last time. A forked tongue darts out from his mouth and dives into the pool of fluid that is my aching cunt.

"Oh," I breathe, feeling like I'm going to fall over. The sight of this powerful creature kneeling before me, lapping at my cunt, does something funny to my brain. I rest my hand on his broad, leathery shoulder to keep myself upright. "Oh, fuck," I sigh, letting my thigh fall open.

I don't even think he knows he's pleasuring me -- I think he's simply exploring my scent. I'm not sure why, but somehow, it makes it hotter for me.

He pulls away from me, evidently having tasted enough. He stands up and faces me, towering over my small human body by several feet.

I feel a tail poke at the back of my gown, and I know what he wants.

Quickly, and with more enthusiasm than I'm ready to admit, I reach behind myself to spread my cheeks. The tail slips past my asshole without any resistance thanks to the lube the nurses stuffed up me when I was being prepped.

"Uugghh," I groan as the tail fills me up. I sag against the creature's chest, and he supports my weight. A humming sound comes from his throat as his tail wiggles through my insides, climbing deeper and deeper until it reaches that sweet spot somewhere up my large intestine.

It feels right, being tethered to him like this.

The other tail comes up to my face, and I don't hesitate before opening my mouth. The thin, rubbery appendage dives across my tongue and down my throat, causing me to gag. I suck greedily, enjoying the earthy taste of him. It feels like having a tube shoved down my throat, but the tail is pliant enough that I can easily ignore the odd feeling.

With both of his tails now inside of me, the creature visibly relaxes.

"I missed you too," I choke out around the tail in my mouth.

He stares at me, unmoving.

I can't wait any longer. The feeling deep in my core is tightening by the moment, and I need him inside of me -- now.

But Dr. Hildebrandt told me not to pressure the creature into mounting me. She wants to observe his natural behavior, and if I want her to allow me to see him again, I have to comply.

With a frustrated sigh, I reach a hand between us and begin to furiously rub my clit.

The creature watches, utterly transfixed by my movements. I would imagine the concept of masturbation is entirely foreign to him. As one of his tails slides in and out of my tightly clenched asshole, and the other coils at the back of my throat, I rub myself harder. I find my release within seconds.

My jerky movements alarm him; he grips me by the shoulders to hold me still. I wonder if it was a good idea to do that in front of him. But the tails feel so goddamn good inside of me, and I couldn't stop myself.

He gently lays me down on the blanket. He tears at the fabric of my hospital gown until it comes away in pieces. He spreads my thighs, fascinated by the gush of fluid coming out of me as a result of my orgasm. A giggle escapes my lips.