by Raeden West
“Whoa, there’s another of you? Cute trick, but I really want to summon a celebrity…”
“This isn’t a dream.”
“Riiight, and you just randomly kidnapped me from my bed for no apparent reason.”
“There is a reason, actually,” the Prince said coming out of the chamber and joining them on the deck. He struck Amy as a very handsome being, if not anything close to human. He was still humanoid, with strong masculine features and a chiseled face of perfection. His skin was blue but his muscular structure was much the same. He was also slightly larger than a man, standing eight feet tall and with larger mass in his muscles. He wore a royal costume, befitting of a prince. He wore colors of purple and gold, regal colors that spoke to his high ranking position. His belt buckle was shining with gold, it being an object of great merit, earned in wartime.
“Once every ten years, we return to earth and take one woman for our Comprehensive Variable Breeding Program.”
“What?”
“Compre-”
“I heard you. Breeding program? Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes. We fertilize your eggs and impregnate you. The odds of us choosing you are actually quite astronomical. You should feel honored.”
“Honored? Is it an honor to be forced to breed without consent?”
“But…” the Prince said with arched eyebrows, “All females want to breed.”
“Says who?!”
“It’s evolutionary. You all have the biological instinct to procreate. Once you find a genetically superior male, your fertility levels increase and you reproduce. I thought at the age of thirty you already knew these basic facts.”
“Umm,” Amy said angrily, “I know about it. But I think you have a totally offensive viewpoint. I’m actually really annoyed at my own subconscious right now for dreaming this.”
“This isn’t a dream. Please prepare for an evaluation.”
“A what?!” she said, backing away from the Prince.
“It’s a routine medical examination. We will take samples and ensure you are ready for maximum state of arousal and impregnation.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning…we will help you do what you were already doing before we beamed you up here.”
“What I was….” Amy blushed, but quickly shook off her embarrassment. She crinkled her brow. “I was NOT doing anything, for your information. I’m a good girl.”
“What does ‘good’ have to do with it?”
“Whatever you thought you saw was not true. So bzzzt! End of dream. I want to relocate to San Diego now.” She folded her arms and did a double blink.
“This isn’t magic, you know. You’re actually a prisoner of the Chubalahan Riger 1500 Spacecraft.”
“Oh really?” she asked, still playing along with her annoyance of a nightmare. “So you just go around imprisoning women and making them breed?”
“It’s a lottery. The women are usually very happy to cooperate. They all want babies anyway.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do. Your fertility levels were off the charts. That’s why we picked you up on our system in the first place.”
“Fine, I’ll play along,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Just because a woman wants to have children doesn’t mean she is a slave to any alien that flies by. She has a criteria in order to filter out men she doesn’t want.”
“Well, yes,” the prince said, a bit confused. “Genetically superior specimens. Attractive men. Rich men. Confident men. We’ve done all the research.”
“And love.”
“Love?”
“Yes. She has to really like him. Admire him. And then want to please him. Love is missing from your equation.”
“Love has nothing to do with it,” the Prince said firmly. “Love is an emotion. Irrational response to changing hormones in the body.”
“Well, not to us. Love is the reason we are all alive. Love lifts us up where we belong. Love makes everything worth doing.”
The Prince sighed. “Look, are you going to cooperate?”
“No, no I won’t. So just kill me or drop me back off on earth. Because I do not give you my consent.”
“Consent?”
The cadet shrugged.
“Good Gravity,” the Prince sighed. “All these malfunctioning human beings. Their strange rules and customs. Breeding is so much easier on our planet.”
“I have an idea, Prince Radiant,” the cadet said.
“What?”
“Well the manual said that if the female objects, she may just need to be stimulated properly. This ‘love’ she speaks of, may merely be emotional and physical stimulation in order to increase lubrication in the vagina.”
“Excuse me!” Amy said with a face of outrage. “I don’t like you talking like that.”
“I’m sorry if the language barrier prevents us from communicating effectively. We pride ourselves on being a generous species. You will enjoy the process, I assure you.”
“Imprisoning women and forcing yourselves on them?! I’ll enjoy that?”
“Yes. But, it’s not a matter of consent. We are treating you to a great honor. You have ‘won,’ to put it in terms your people would understand. If you submit to impregnation, you will give birth to superior crossbred children. They will be half our species and half yours. We find that this helps with speciation, improving the genetics of our species.”
Amy shook her head, convinced that this insane conversation had to be a self-mocking dream her subconscious came up with. “And what makes you think that I would be genetically qualified to give birth to your baby?”
“Well…not my baby, specifically. But one of us. And of course, you’re qualified. You are the most beautiful classification of human on your planet.”
“What?”
“Your appearance. You have large breasts, large hips, and large buttocks. You are the epitome of physical beauty. This is ideal for procreation with our species. You have to fall within physical specifications to even be capable of experiencing maximum fertilization.”
“And I qualify?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“So…you’re saying that I’m beautiful? That my body shape is just what you’re looking for?”
“Of course. Do you not receive plenty of offers from men on your planet?”
“Well…no, a lot of them are shallow. And think only skinny girls are attractive.”
“That’s absurd. Why would a woman who is suffering from malnourishment and who could barely accommodate a large genitalia be considered attractive on your planet?”
Amy laughed. “All right, I am officially enjoying this dream.”
“Pardon? I don’t understand this at all. If I may speak frankly…although we practice safe fertilization procedures, in your case, coupling would be most desirable and is quite a temptation to resist. I admit myself…I feel a strong attraction to you. Your body is so beautifully sculpted. It’s not every day we find someone of your caliber.”
“Well, thank you. Mister Alien. That’s nice of you to say.”
“Nice has nothing to do with it. We simply admire women with more body mass on our planet. Our females are larger than the males and oftentimes take multiple male lovers to satisfy them. It’s hard for them to resist the offers, considering the greater female-to-male ratio. We simply have an abundance of males and not enough females for them to worship.”
Amy sighed. “Well…I admit, your world does sound very gentlemanly. Very attractive. I can see why…a lot of women might like to live on your world.” Amy blushed and smiled, suddenly feeling very desirable. Even the way the aliens looked at her, admiring her shapely curves, seemed to make her feel warm inside.
“Good. So you are ready to begin?”
“Well…no! No, I’m not.”
“Why?”
“Because, silly,” she said, starting to feel a little more kinship with the strange looking beings. “I don’t know you. I would like
to get to know my…donor…before I submit.”
“Oh. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. But you don’t actually have to do anything physical. We have semen content already primed and available for instant transmission. After a medical evaluation, we will simply insert the semen by direct deposit and you will be fertilized.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes. And then we will take the child and leave you back on your planet. Everybody wins.”
“No! That’s terrible. How could you separate a mother from her child?”
“Why…would you want to keep the child after giving birth to it?”
“How does it learn?”
“It grows just fine, as we have a very communal approach to discipline and education.”
“No. No, I don’t like that at all. Back to non-consenting!”
“Now what?”
“If I’m going to have a baby, I get to keep the baby and raise it by myself. And…”
Amy blinked, a little bit of a coquettish stare at Prince Radiant. “Well…I would like to be impregnated by uh…what you call manual deposit.”
Prince Randian opened his eyes wide and laughed. “You mean…”
“Yeah,” Amy said shyly. “In theory, anyway. That’s all part of the process. Romance. Love. Sex. That’s what makes procreation so beautiful to our species. The whole physical experience, from beginning to end.”
“Interesting.”
“You…never bond with females on your planet? Physically bond?”
“You mean intercourse?” he said. “We really don’t see the practicality in that. We think automatic impregnation works better. It’s safer. Less chance of infection or birth defects.”
Amy shook her head, rejecting the thought. “No. I refuse to submit to any medical evaluation. The only way I would ever consider having children with any of you…is if you properly romance me.”
Amy smiled, a bit gleefully and with a naughty little smirk. “And you physically connect with me.”
The Prince smiled, reluctantly, the very thought scandalizing him.
“All right,” the cadet said. “Shall I just render her unconscious so that the tests can begin?”
“I guess so,” the Prince said. “She seems to have too many requirements otherwise.”
“Hey!” Amy said. “No!”
“I’m sorry. We’ve already wasted enough time.” The Prince approached, getting out a phaser device for instant stunning.
“Pleeease!” Amy said, hurt and finally appearing afraid. “I don’t want to do it this way. Please respect my wishes. I…” Amy tilted her head and groaned. “The truth is, I’ve always wanted a baby. But I don’t have any men interested in me. And I’ve already walked away from guys that could have given me a baby, but who I thought just were cold and had no heart. I don’t want to have a baby if it’s another lonely experience. I’m lonely enough as it is.”
The Prince stared at her in confusion, finally feeling empathy for the poor, sad creature. “How could you possibly be lonely? You’re a prime member of your species. According to our tests…our own looks which do not deceive us, you are a beautiful specimen of femininity.”
“Well, I wish that there were more men like you in my town, Mister Alien, sir. Now please…will you promise me not to do this?”
The Prince looked at the cadet who shook his head no. There was no going back on the mission. The orders from the admiral were clear. Impregnate the human and then return back home for incubation.
He sighed in protest. “I’ll see what I can do. No promises.”
“Please, see what you can do,” Amy said with a whimper. “All the same, if you can’t help me…just kill me. No girl wants to be forced. It hurts too much.”
The Prince stared in fascination. He felt pity for her, yet felt a longing to touch her, to comfort her and to appease her. The charm of the fertile woman was hard to resist. He tried to remind himself to stay mission-focused. To not waver but to win. He allowed Amy to stay in her prison quarters while he consulted the admiral.
Amy wasn’t sure if this strange setting was a dream or a nightmare. Aware that it was probably a subconscious manifestation of her maternal fears, she still meant every word of her plea. She didn’t want to be forced. She didn’t want to have to be pregnant with no father, no soul mate, not even for a silly one hour dream. The emotions were too hurtful.
She was wearing her lounging wear and started to feel cold. She had to wonder, in the back of her mind, if the nice and attractive alien were to offer…would she accept manual impregnation? What would it feel like? Would it be beyond all other sexual experiences? Would she have the elusive earth-shaking orgasm that most of her other paramours couldn’t quite give her?
She smiled to herself at the thought. Yes, she would have sex with him. And have his baby or whatever he wanted. This was, after all, a dream. She hadn’t orgasmed in a dream in years and was looking forward to a vivid experience.
Meanwhile, Prince Radiant spoke to Admiral Hutt on visaphone.
“I’m sorry, Prince. That’s not the way we work. Impregnate the human. Stay ahead of schedule.”
“But…are the scientists aware that forcing a human to become pregnant is an offense against their species?”
“Yes. We’re aware.”
“I don’t understand?”
“What do you expect, Prince Radiant? They’re slaves. They’re not our equals.”
The Prince made a pained face as he ended the call. Of course, that was what the Admiral was going to say. The very idea of giving humans this thing called “consent” just didn’t seem logical to the Chubalahans. They were the superior species and the humans were overpopulated anyway.
He knew what this meant. He was just going to have to impregnate her according to protocol and deal with the discomfort. Duty called. And besides, if the human were unconscious, she wouldn’t even put up a fight.
The Prince thought about it. For a moment, he almost pressed the button to the prison cell holding Amy, knowing it would send forth a gas that would put her to sleep. It would save him a lot of stress dealing with an angry human, that’s for sure. But something about Amy’s startling honesty stuck with him. She begged him not go through with it. She even said she would prefer death over this “non-consent.”
The riddle boggled the prince’s mind. What could he do for her? What could he say? There was no real way to escape her fate. She won the lottery and the records sent back to headquarters would reflect that. There was no longer any way to hide it.
The Prince returned to Amy’s cell and she quickly stood up, as always covering her arms and holding her legs closed. The Prince did a quick scan of her body. The bulge of her stomach, tucked under her shirt. Her plus size thighs in those tight shorts that seemed one size too small. Her breasts were also showing, being squeezed together under that slightly tight black blouse. They were pressed together creating cleavage that was instantly distracting to the Prince, who had never manually procreated in his life—only automatically.
“Hello,” he said carefully, trying to think of a creative way to deliver the bad news.
“What did they say?” Amy asked, a little extra confident, figuring this was still her dream that she could control.
“I don’t think it’s going to happen.”
Amy contorted her lip and hummed. “Come in here.”
Amy motioned him to come inside the cell.
“What? Why?” the Prince asked nervously.
“Because, I want you to see me as a real person. Not just some cow that you can impregnate.”
“Cow?”
“Yes. Never mind, you don’t get the analogy. First of all, what is your name?”
“Name?”
“Your title. Name? What people call you?”
“Oh. I am a Prince. My title is Radiant.”
“Okay. I am Amy.”
“Amy is your title?”
“Yeah,” she said tilting her head and looking into his
eyes.
“Now tell me, Prince Radiant…why can’t you just let me go home?” Not that leaving the sexy dream scenario behind and waking up was a big priority. Amy was growing fond of the sexy stranger and admired his shiny blue skin and finely toned body. She wanted something kinky to happen. Sex dreams were always so vivid and it had been so long.
“It’s against the rules. I can’t make any exceptions.”
“I thought you were a prince?”
“I am. But…”
“But what?”
The Prince started flinching. Her cleavage was distracting him from concentration. She was covering her arms but why? He loved her form. Her shape was so beautifully crafted. Her large backside was very accommodating, very thick and warm. He even wondered, just for a moment, what it would feel like to touch her. Touch her in the “loving” way she described.
“Are you looking at me?” Amy said with a deliberate series of blinks.
“Of course I am looking at you,” the Prince said.
“I mean…are you looking at me in that way?”
“I don’t know what you speak of. I am here to tell you that your offer has been rejected. You have to submit to protocol.”
“Hmmm, you use the word ‘submit’ a lot, don’t you?”
“If it helps…I can render you unconscious.”
“What if I say no?” Amy said, getting a little ire in her eyes.
“You can’t say no.”
“I just did. No.”
“Listen,” he said, grabbing her wrist and pointing with his other finger. “You are going to follow protocol. This is how we do things.”
Even when threatening her, Amy found herself mesmerized by Radiant’s strength and height. Just feeling his immense power, and his burning attraction for her body, made her breathe in a little deeper.
“What…what is wrong?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong?”
“Why has your heart rate suddenly changed?”
“I don’t know…”
She looked him in the eye and thought to herself a very dirty thought. Which was instantly conveyed to the Prince in mind imaging.
“Good Gravity, woman! What are you thinking?”
“What? I didn’t say anything.”
