Breaking Protocol (Alien futa/Human female, NC, MC, Impreg, Size, End of Humanity)
Story by cuteycindyhoney
Doctor Emma Bloomberg is a civilian scientific consultant at a top secret military facility. She is in charge of studies concerning the "Specimen", the sole occupant of a crashed alien spacecraft. Dr. Bloomberg's truly frightening discoveries about the physiological makeup of the alien's spermatozoa led her to impose a very strict protocol for contact with the eight foot tall crimson skinned hermaphroditic amazon. She was the only female permitted access to the armored holding vault, and at that, only under armed guard, while wearing a nearly indestructible space suit as protective body armor. As the alien's indestructible immortal sperm would impregnate any higher mammalian form, and overwrite the egg's DNA with it's own complete pattern, the risk was too sever to let the alien have access to any untrained woman. One insemination would lead to an endless cycle of multiple births every five months, for the rest of the female's life! Dr. Bloomberg's reputation as an absent minded professor throws her, and the entire human race into fantastic danger, when she makes the mistake of...
Breaking Protocol!
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Alien futa on human female, non-consensual, size, impregnation, MC, Science Fiction, End of Humanity
Breaking Protocol
Breaking Protocol
By Honey Moon
Doctor Emma Bloomberg eyed the specimen. “How long has it been like this?” she asked the Corporal that had brought the change to her attention.
“6 hours, ma’am!” he said with a laugh. “Don’t they say if it’s more then four hours, you should consult your physician?”
“Corporal, how would you like to be on report? I may only be the civilian consultant to this project, but I can have you put on KP for the next six months. Do you understand me?”
He stood tall. “Yes sir!”
“Good! Please try to treat the specimen with a little dignity. We don’t know if it can understand us yet, but it surely can read our emotional intent.”
“Come on doc, it was just a joke! How would our guest even know what I was talking about? It’s not like we found a TV in the ship’s wreckage!”
Emma sighed. “Just treat her with a little more respect, Bobby.”
“Her? So it’s been decided?”
“Oh, very well, she’s a she. The MRI shows that her internal structure is basically female, with a few variations. Between her ovaries, is a large nodule we suspect produces and stores her seminal fluid. That and her visible penile organ are the only indication of any maleness in her obviously female body. For ease of conversation, calling the specimen “Her” or “She” only makes sense.”
The young soldier raised an eyebrow. “I’d say she’s obviously female!” The specimen had refused to touch any clothing they had left in the holding chamber. Bobby was actively staring between those strong muscular legs, at the very human looking, and quite beautiful vagina beneath the erect shaft.
“Bobby!” she couldn’t help a little grin. It had taken most of the male staff over a year to admit they found the specimen to be sexy.
Emma suited up. There was no risk of bio-contamination. They knew that now, but she had insisted that her protocol be strictly adhered to. The specimen showed obvious interest whenever she had a female visitor. The physiological response was swift, and breathtaking. Bluntly, the specimen popped a boner!
Emma decreed that it was vital, especially after her other discoveries about the alien’s physiology, that she be the only female allowed access to the chamber. She trusted no others to take precautions from any, uh, breech of their most intimate defenses. The doctor climbed into the sturdy pressure suit, thankful that she had no need of the helmet and gauntlets. The armored suit would protect her from micrometeorites, high caliber rifle slugs, and unwanted amorous advances. Standard rubber gloves would protect her hands from any contamination.
They stepped into the chamber together. Emma holding a standard plastic bedside hospital urinal, and Bobby with sidearm drawn and at the ready. The specimen had never shown any hint of hostility, but Emma had insisted she have an armed guard, even while wearing the impenetrable suit.
Emma held up the plastic container and smiled. “I know you know what this means.” She said kindly.
The humans stood at the ready as the eight foot tall Amazonian alien walked toward the examination table in the corner, and gracefully sat on it.
“Good girl!” Emma stepped forward. “Just take it easy. I know you like sampling time.” She pulled her iPhone out of the pocket on the suit’s upper right leg, and noted the time before putting it down. “Let’s take off the edge of that pressure, shall we?”
“Why do you need so many samples?” Bobby asked.
“We know nothing about her race. Is she a normal representative? Is she a mutation? We don’t know. Any piece of data we gather is useful.” She blushed openly as she pulled on latex gloves, and then gently grasped
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