The Creature in the Lab

Author's note: Our prisoner, also known as Subject 13, is currently pregnant after being forced to mate with an alien creature by a team of Federation scientists. The creature and the prisoner have not been allowed to see each other since their last breeding session, as the creature has developed an attachment to the human prisoner and will become violent in order to protect her. Unfortunately, the creature doesn't want to mate with anyone else--much to the frustration of lead Federation scientist Dr. Hildebrandt.

Content warnings: pregnancy, birth of an alien creature by a human female, breeding, monster-fucking, descriptions of violence/death (non-sexual). All characters who engage in sexual acts are eighteen years of age or older.

Please enjoy!

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A lot has happened since my capture by the Federation.

When they first came and fetched me from the prisoner's ward all those weeks ago, I thought it was the end of the line for me. I thought for sure that I was being led to my execution, that my body would be swallowed by the black void of space along with the bodies of all the other discarded prisoners.

I never would have imagined that they would want to use me in a breeding experiment.

I try not to think about him too often--the creature in the lab that I met only twice. The mysterious being who's offspring currently resides in my womb, a result of our rather lucrative breeding sessions.

Our time together left a permanent mark on me. During our last experience, there was a brief moment while his tails were inside of me in which I was able to feel his thoughts. He claimed me emotionally just as much as he claimed me physically.

I don't fully understand it, but I miss him terribly.

Not that there's anything either of us can do about it. In another life, perhaps we would have found a way to be together. But in this one, we're both captives without a hope of ever escaping.

And I can't afford to get attached. I can't afford to care.

So, I don't.

As a heavily pregnant captive, I spend my days in a hospital bed under the careful watch of nurses and scientists. They feed me, bathe me, and give me pretty much whatever I want--short of allowing me to leave the space station. It's lonely and boring, but at least I'm alive.

I feel like a bowling ball with legs--bloated, slow, and frustratingly weak. The alien in my belly has greedily sucked all of the muscle and fat away from the rest of my body. I can barely see over my mountainous stomach; the thing looks about ready to pop.

I've accepted the fact that this is what my life will be like now--I will serve as an incubator for the rest of my days. My body is not my own, as Dr. Hildebrandt so graciously reminds me on a daily basis, and I will likely never step foot off this space station again. Since I'm not allowed to see the creature, the next time they breed me will likely be through artificial insemination--a process that will no doubt pale in comparison to the feel of the creature's cock inside of me.

I've been having strange dreams--dreams in which I'm suspended from the ceiling of a dark room, my arms and legs contained by shackles, taunted by a mysterious captor. I can only guess the pregnancy is responsible for such odd dreams.

Today, I've just finished my bland breakfast of oatmeal and eggs when a nurse enters my room. This one is middle aged with red hair and big, round glasses. I don't know her name (I don't know any of their names except for Dr. Hildebrandt) and I don't intend to learn it. These people are my captors and we don't need to be friends. She steps up to my bed and lifts my gown to reveal my swollen belly.

"Any day now," she says as she strokes my belly with a smile. Everyone here is really excited about the pregnancy, and it's a little weird if I'm being honest. Apparently, I'm the only girl they've successfully bred with the Tbyor alien.

The nurse strokes my belly a few more times before sliding her hand lower. My pussy tightens in anticipation.

One of the benefits of being a pregnant captive with otherworldly hormones is that I receive daily vaginal massages from the nursing staff. I'm unreasonably horny these days--I wake up dripping wet between my legs, aching for something to clench on. My arousal has only become more difficult to quell as the pregnancy progresses.

They don't have to strap me down anymore--I'm all too willing to comply. I eagerly spread my knees of my own accord and allow the nurse access to my dripping, greedy cunt.

She cups my sex; palm pressed against my sensitive cunt lips, I melt into her touch. I used to resist this--it used to feel like failure to allow them to bring me to orgasm. But now I look forward to it. These moments of pleasure, of mindless distraction, are all I have left.

"My, my, you're wet today! Let's get you taken care of, shall we?" She begins to rub circles around my engorged clit, and a shiver zips down my spine.

She slips a finger into my wetness, and my pussy latches onto it. I can't help but sigh contentedly. This isn't so bad, being taken care of.

"That's a good girl," says the nurse in a soft, gentle voice. "I want you to be a good girl and come hard for me today, okay?"

I've wondered if the nurses' constant praise is due in part to Dr. Hildebrandt's instruction. A manipulation tactic to make me feel small? Likely. But it only makes me hornier.

Just as the nurse slips in a second finger, a gush of water comes out of me--and it's NOT from my climax.

"Oh!" says the nurse, looking down at her soaked front. "I think your water just broke!"

A hot tension blooms in my core--separate from the feeling of arousal, and like nothing I've ever felt before. Something inside of me is stretching its legs.

"Oh, fuck," I mutter.

Up until now, the creature inside of me hasn't moved much. But now, I am brutally reminded that I've been carrying a living, breathing organism and it's got to come out somehow.

I suddenly feel sick.

The nurse scrambles out of the room like this is the most important moment of her career. "I'll get Dr. Hildebrandt!"

The next several minutes are very chaotic. Various people flood into the room like ravenous ants towards a prized piece of food, and suddenly, I'm feeling claustrophobic.

"I hear we've got a baby on the way!" exclaims Dr. Hildebrandt as she steps into my room not five minutes later. It's greed that swims in her eyes--greed for the creature that I'll soon birth. Greed for its venom that will help the Federation continue to produce dangerous weapons.

I feel the pinch of a needle in my right arm. Whatever they gave me doesn't knock me out--a revelation that proves disappointing. But it does, however, make me feel like I'm floating on a cloud.

Masked faces cloud my vision. Something's wiggling inside of me--twisting and turning, searching for a route of escape. Dr. Hildebrandt takes up position between my spread legs, preparing to catch whatever's about to come out of me.

My mind is racing with absolute terror at what I'm about to do, but my heartbeat remains steady. Must be the drugs are kicking in.

Dr. Hildebrandt stares intently into my spread cunt. "Push now," she commands.

There's a drop in my abdomen that has my body tightening, preparing for expulsion. I feel the moment the creature descends from my uterus to my vaginal canal. It happens very quickly--once the creature discovers the point of exit from my body, it wastes no time in climbing out.

I don't feel any pain--a result of the drugs--just an odd discomfort of something stretching me from the inside. It's bigger than I anticipated--I'm grunting as I strain to squeeze it out.

"Almost there, keep pushing."

I push hard, my body straining with the effort. My forehead is slick with sweat, my breathing haggard. Loud squelching noises leak from between my legs as something finally squeezes out of me.

What comes out of me is soft, green, and coated in thick slime--an alien creature that doesn't resemble anything remotely human. Given the thing's father, I am not surprised. It looks a slimy baby lizard with webbed hands and feet.

It lands with a slick PLOP onto the crinkly paper between my legs. Gloved hands quickly scoop up the creature and carry it away.

A vague feeling of wanting to nurture something tugs at my edge of my mind. But it's too late--they've taken it away. It will be in captivity for the rest of its existence, at the mercy of the Federation, just like me.

I lean back against the bed, gasping and covered in sweat. My body is empty, hollow. My breasts are painfully full.

Dr. Hildebrandt pats my knee. "You did such a good job today." She reaches a hand between my thighs--sticky with amniotic fluid--and presses down firmly on my clit. In my state of delirium, a moan slips out of me as I embrace the pleasure. Anything to distract from what just happened. "Such a good little breeding whore."

My body is oddly warm and surprisingly receptive of pleasure. Dr. Hildebrandt's closed fist slips inside of my freshly ruined hole without any resistance, aided by the copious amounts of slime oozing from me. She begins to massage me, working her fingers deep into my inner flesh, and fuck, it feels good after the strain of giving birth.

"Look at you, so wet and eager for me. I think you've earned a reward. Do you want to see your mate?" she asks with a smile.

The creature in the lab? Of course I want to see him! "Yes," I beg aloud. "You're really going to let me?"

"I have a theory," says Dr. Hildebrandt conversationally as she fists me, "That his tails somehow play a vital part in the breeding process. The appendages must release some kind of pheromone that activates the creature's sperm. It would explain why I haven't had any luck breeding anyone else. I'm eager to put this theory to the test."

I'm barely following what she's saying to me, as I'm too focused on her gloved fist twisting and turning inside of me. The pressure against my G-spot is the only thing anchoring me to consciousness, but a little thrill goes through me at the prospect of seeing the creature again.

Suddenly, a loud alarm peels through the room.

Dr. Hildebrandt looks up at the speaker, fist still inside of me, and frowns. "What's happening?" she demands of no one in particular.

After thirty seconds, a security guard bursts into the room, breathless and wide-eyed, and announces, "The creature has escaped."

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The next thing I know, I am being wheeled through the outpost on a hospital bed, blinking up at the too-bright lights that make my eyes water, while alarms continue to blare overhead.

I've just given birth not ten minutes ago. I'm still sticky between my legs with the thick residue that aided the lizard creature in slithering out of me. My cunt is sore and gaping from the exertion. I look down at my deflated stomach--it looks unnatural and sad. I find myself wishing my belly was still round and full.

God, what kind of drugs did they give me?

"Just relax," encourages Dr. Hildebrandt's voice from somewhere above my head, but there's an edge of something I can't quite identify in her voice. Is she anxious? I've never heard anything other than confidence from the woman. Yikes, this must be bad.

It's total chaos out in the hall. Everyone is shouting, their voices drowned out by the incessant blaring of the alarms and the violent squeak of boots against the shiny, white floor. A flood of guards, scientists, and nurses are running hysterically from the south end of the hall to the north end—running away from something, it seems.

A deep, guttural sound catches my attention-a roar so murderous and familiar that my heart does a little flip in my chest.

My nurses stop in their tracks, and we all look towards the other end of the hall-where the creature from the lab stands alone.

There's something human about the way he stands upright on two legs-but that's where all traces of humanity end. There is no mistaking his leathery, muscled lizard body for anything other than the feral Tbyor creature that he is. Twin, tentacle-like tails swirl around him like vipers ready to pounce. His elongated jaw parts to reveal a mouthful of jagged teeth-already coated in blood. His clawed hands are clenched into fists at his sides.

From the corner of my eye, I see Dr. Hildebrandt disappear through an unmarked door.

It doesn't matter that there's a hallway of armed Federation guards between us-once his eyes lock on mine, he lets out another rumbling sound and crouches into a defensive position. Bullets pelt him, but they do nothing to slow him down. He tears through Federation guards without any effort at all, ripping their limbs and heads clean from their malleable human bodies with ease. I watch as the creature rakes his claws through a guard's stomach and his intestines spill out onto the already-slick floor.

We've arrived at an elevator. The blonde nurse is frantically pressing the 'down' button on the wall; once the elevator arrives, they will shove me inside of it and take me to another level.

I can't let that happen. I'm not strapped to the bed; they stopped strapping me down a couple of weeks ago when I stopped resisting. Now, I clamber awkwardly down from my hospital bed and lean against the wall for support. My legs are wobbly and unreliable, but I manage to hold myself upright. The blonde nurse grabs me, but I shove her away.

"Get back on the bed!" she screeches at me.

Given that I'm drugged and I just gave birth, I'm in no position to fight, but instinct has me recoiling my fist and launching it into the nurse's face. I am rewarded by the sickening crack of her nose breaking beneath my knuckles. "Go fuck yourself!"

Blood drips from her nostrils, and she's stunned. I can see the battle in the nurse's frantic expression-how much trouble will she get into for leaving me behind? But the creature is rapidly moving towards us--towards me--leaving a trail of dismembered guards in his wake. Screams fill the hall as everyone runs for their lives.

"Fine!" She spits at me, before climbing into the elevator with the others. The doors close, sealing them safely inside.

Leaving me alone.

At this point, the remaining guards have the good sense to run away. Soon, it's just me and the creature staring at each over the remnants of his massacre. Bodies litter the floor around us; their blood splattered on the walls like abstract art.

I can't believe he managed to escape the chamber. The creature seems relatively unharmed. In fact, I don't see a scratch on him--a revelation that brings me immense relief.

But I do see his fully hardened cock standing at attention between his thick legs.

Oh, fuck.

I have about two seconds to process what's about to happen. I try to see things from his perspective-he's angry at being kept away from his mate for so long. It's been weeks since he's claimed me. Perhaps weeks since he's been able to release the tension that seems to have boiled into something violent--something that allowed him the surge of strength it must have taken to escape.

He drinks in the sight of me as his cock twitches.

Warning bells peel through my mind. Humans aren't supposed to have sex again so soon after giving birth, let alone immediately. I am not sure if my body will be able to survive this.

But it's clear that he's descended into an animalistic state of mind and there will be no reasoning with him. I have no way to express to him that now is most definitely not the time to be doing this, as we have precious few minutes to escape, but it doesn't look like I'm getting a say in the matter.

My throat feels like sandpaper.

He collides against me like a brick wall, bringing me down to the ground with him. Though the maneuver is aggressive, he cradles my head in his giant hand to prevent my skull from cracking against the hard floor. He's on top of me, crouched protectively over me, as he shoves his tail down my throat. I choke on it for a moment before I'm able to adjust. The thin, rubbery appendage slides down my esophagus like a feeding tube.

I can't see the other tail, but I know it's only moments away from breaching my—ah fuck, there it is. I relax my asshole as best I can while the tail slithers into me. It plunges through my intestines as it searches for its counterpart, already well-accustomed to the map of my internal organs.

Somewhere in the middle of me, the tails find each other, and my body relaxes as if by command.

I forgot how much of a comfort the tails are—how snugly they fit inside of me, how calm they make me feel. The tails anchor me to the creature in a way that's personal and intense. I feel our bond snap into place like a missing puzzle piece.

The creature's growl is hot against my ear. If we'd met out in the wild and I was close enough to hear this growl, I'd be wetting myself with absolute terror.

With great impatience, he flips me onto my stomach and yanks my hips towards him.

I brace myself--readying to be bred.

There's a lot of anger in the way that he enters me—anger about being kept away from me, anger about being held captive. He's not gentle as he slams his cock into my battered hole, filling me in one quick, brutal push. A strangled cry is ripped from my throat, but I know this is what he needs, so I swallow the pain.

Aided by a mixture of amniotic fluid and my own dripping, unmet arousal, the creature drags his cock out of me before slamming back in. My body opens for him--welcoming him, despite everything else that I've been through. Muscle memory has me clenching hard around him, squeezing tight.

It doesn't matter that I've just given birth--his size fills me up and makes me feel tight again. God, he's so fucking huge. I've forgotten what it's like to be filled to the brim, to feel that delicious pressure between my legs. To feel like I'm being ripped apart.

Being bred so soon after giving birth makes me feel dirty but gives me a curious sense of purpose.

I realize with no small amount of shock that I WANT to be bred.

I want to feel the warm and fuzzy feeling that accompanies being pregnant. I want to be used for my womb. I want to be stuffed full of slimy little aliens, over and over and over again, my belly constantly round and swollen. I want to feel them slither out of me, climb from my body as if I'm nothing more than a husk to be shed. And then I want to be impregnated again, and again, and again.

Fuck, what is wrong with me? Did Dr. Hildebrandt drug me with something else?

No--it's the mating bond that's making me feel these things. Now that we're together again, our bodies physically tethered, my feelings towards the creature are impossible to ignore.

He's fucking me harder now, gripping my hips to keep me in place while he drives his cock ruthlessly into me. I take every inch of him like the good little breeding whore that I am.

Fuck, this mating bond is doing crazy things to me.

"Breed me," I beg of him. I'm so close now--so close to coming undone. I feel the pain of the impending orgasm, and I know it's going to be powerful.

Hot liquid floods me, and I come violently.

The contractions that rack my body are ten times more painful than what I experienced giving birth. Stars cloud my vision as my body--exhausted beyond its limitations--milks him greedily. My spasming cunt clamps down around his too-big cock and slurps up the torrent of seed that drains into me. The sheer relief the orgasm brings me has me sobbing hysterically. Or have I been crying this whole time?

The creature stills in me, balls fully drained.

I'm not going to lie. The knot? It fucking hurts this time. The scream that comes out of me is not one of pleasure, but one of agony. It feels like a fist is being punched into my poor, over-used breeding hole. But this is what is necessary to be bred by the creature, and I've already accepted this fate.