Chapter 1: Allebasi & Drawde
Allebasi sighed sensually. It had been a long day of examining specimens at her NASA laboratory. She was determined to show those misogynistic NASA pigs that she was a competent, powerful woman who would change the future of the human race with her astronomical genius. Her research focused on creating a 'universal penis,' which would fire several mini phallic-shaped capsules that exploded on contact with females of any living species. It had the ability to impregnate any creature, creating a hybrid. She hoped to experiment upon them, and create a Universal Hybrid Penis Army to use as slaves to better the human race. A hyperspeed nuclear cannon was to fire the capsules, and it had been a long day of engineering them.
She was exhausted and needed to have some release. All she ever did was work, work, work, with no time for pleasure…self pleasure. It had been far too long since the wild days of NASA school, with a series of steamy nights and faceless strangers with their cocks of various sizes and colours, with their carefully calculated uses of force.
A heavy and unchaste sigh escaped from her supple lips as she pushed back her hair, scratched her fingers gently down her thigh, and stood up. She sauntered over to the door, looking forward to only the touch of her own hand.
But in the dark of the distance, she heard a bang and a long, low moan. She turned quickly, her breasts swinging (and also heaving) with the momentum. They continued to heave as her breath picked up in anticipation.
She tiptoed over to the Storage Tank D3000 (STD), and gasped at what she beheld: an experiment gone horribly wrong – and yet, so very right. The creamy white chemicals slid down his muscular body, revealing him and his beautiful face, his tight bod, and pronounced pelvis bones. But these all paled in comparison to the main course; something she had never ever had or tasted before. His mammoth meat truncheon hung down to his knees as she saw him, but with every step she took towards him, it filled and grew, until it splooged up against the containment glass, as a sunflower seeking the sun. Utterly confused, he looked at her in confusion, and something in her heart – and between her legs – squeezed. She reached out to touch the glass as if in sympathy – but, instead, the glass shattered with the force of his man part pressing against the pane; then, as a result, her hand mysteriously came into contact with his prodigious pork sword. Her eyes filled with tears – and the last of the creamy containment chemicals – and her panties filled with her own juices. He looked at her and spoke his first words to her in his milky voice.
"I am Drawde."
She was instantly wet at the sound of his voice: it was like milk, sweet and weak. Just the way she liked it.