Kaiju Breeding Program

The station was quiet.

It was always quiet.

Anya sat on a blanket spread across the polished gray floor, cupping a mug of tea in her hands. The land beyond was shrouded in an ever-present mist, casting a mystic aura over the towering, blue-tinted foliage and purplish undergrowth.

She hardly noticed the five inches of glass between her and the outside anymore. The window stretched from floor to ceiling across the entire length of the room. Sometimes, she managed to forget she was indoors at all. The roiling clouds of fog made the landscape into an impressionist painting. The dull grays and blues hid silhouettes of massive trees and rockfaces, specks of colorful fauna floating in and out of view like stray brushstrokes. It was all too easy to pretend...

The clock beeped, summoning Anya from her thoughts in her cozy little nest. She laid her mug down beside the banket and strolled out of the otherwise empty observation room down an altogether empty hallway. She moved like a ghost through a forsaken structure, her bare feet making no sound against the heated floor. The lights were kept dim, even as they sprang to life wherever she went, the only occasional noise a soft hum of machinery within the very walls.

Anya stretched her joints habitually before she reached the control room. She sat down at the holographic monitor displaying the movement of the designated specimens across the map. The chair was slightly chilling against her exposed skin, but she was used to it. Anya never bothered to wear clothing anymore. What was the point when you were the only person on the station?

The Committee's outposts were almost fully automated, only requiring a skeleton crew to monitor the systems and ensure their reports were accurate. Technically, one person was enough to manage it all. The only thing machines couldn't do was to report errors (after all, how could you be sure the diagnostic system hadn't malfunctioned?) The real concern lay with the crew. In most cases, people couldn't handle being in isolation for that long, so teams of two to four were more common.

Anya was doing just fine.

She enjoyed having the entire station to herself. No pestering, no faked pleasantries, no restrictions. She didn't have to keep up appearances, share space or make herself presentable. She couldn't even recall when was the last time she wore anything besides an EVA suit.

She didn't know if there were other outposts on Gaius-2. She was never told. That's how the Committee managed their projects. Do your job, make sure the machines are running, and you'll be given everything you need and told everything you need to know. No more, no less.

As far as she was concerned, she was the only human on the planet.

But she was far from alone. The holograph was showing all sixty-two monitored specimens were currently within two hundred miles of the station, the chips reporting their vitals as normal. All the collection stations were marked as operational and two have been recently used. She would confirm this information when the drones ferried in the samples.

In the meantime... there was data to be obtained!

Exiting the control room, Anya made way towards the hangar where her one true love currently awaited her. The automatic door opened before her and she gazed through the seamless window at the docked Titan mech.

Vaguely humanoid and over a hundred feet tall, the machine was designed to offer advanced maneuverability through difficult, low gravity terrain as well as protection against Kaiju class organisms. She was painted a dull, blueish-gray with yellow lines running along her arms and legs. The "head" sported a thin, wide window, giving it the appearance of a helmet. Overall, the mech looked like a giant armored figure.

Officially, her name was T.U.-756EX. But the custom red calligraphy on the side of her head read: "Pasiphae".

Anya smiled at the Titan as she approached the ATCaMP control unit. All the repairs and maintenance were taken care of automatically once the mech was docked. Beyond that, the

Automatic Titan Construction and Modification Platform

allowed for all sorts of customization. The station fabricators could build any component from raw materials the automines produced. All you needed to do was give the AI a sufficient description and, in a few hours (or days, if you were properly...

ambitious

), you got the desired result installed and ready for use.

Confirming the Titan repaired and refueled, Anya approached the boarding chamber at the back of Pasiphae's head. After entering the proper codes and confirming her biometrics, the armored doors slowly opened, closing behind her as she entered the antechamber.

"How're you doing, girl?" Anya said as she entered the cockpit.

The room was wide and round, but mostly empty. It stretched out across the Titan's head, with a window circling the front half of the cockpit. It was mostly unused as the pilot interface included a full sensory VR, but it remained in place as a safeguard in case the cameras got damaged.

The star of the show, however, was the pilot station in the cockpit's very center. It consisted of what would best be described as a formfitting exoskeleton, with various straps and cables in strategically placed locations, topped off with a VR helmet. Anya bit her lip as she regarded the setup. She had added some more adjustments since last time. She had no doubt they would work just as well as the rest... yet still, the expectation of getting to test them made her quiver.

She approached the waiting contraption and secured herself in. She started by stepping onto the foot platforms, the metallic "boots" clamping down on her feet. Luckily, making the insides padded was the easiest thing ever. Technically, she shouldn't be piloting naked, but there was no real reason she

couldn't

besides a possible discomfort. And she had taken real good care of that.

Next, she leaned back against the exoskeleton's spine and placed her hands in the control gloves, initiating the bootup sequence. She let the straps snap into place around her shins, thighs, abdomen, upper torso, biceps and forearms, before finally, the helmet lowered itself onto her head. A breathing mask covered her face with an air-tight fit, fresh air being supplied from an inlet at the side.

But there was one extra component remaining. One that wasn't part of the standard equipment, rather something a little extra she had installed.

That was the beauty of working solo in isolation. Rules existed in theory about what mods she was allowed to use but the fabricators themselves only had restrictions on weapons and hazardous devices and they didn't log their history. Noone bothered to actually monitor the units. Rumors circulated about the stuff that happened on these outposts, but so long as you handed them back as they were given to you, everything was free rein!

Oh, she

loved

working for the Committee!

The piece in question, resembling heavy panties made of plastics and metal, had clamped itself onto her crotch and secured itself around her hips. Their inner side was coated in the same soft, gel-like material she outfitted the other straps with, cool but comfortable against her bare skin. There was a bubble of empty space left around her vulva where two thick tubes connected from bellow, disappearing somewhere into the floor.

Finally, after everything was secured, the exoskeleton went limp, letting her body move freely. A robotic female voice sounded in her ears as the headset booted up.

*Welcome aboard, Anya. All systems operational.*

"Hello, love," Anya chirped as she flipped several switches on a small panel attached to the skeleton's waist strap.

The giant machinery awakened with a deep rumble, the helmet's holographic VR system offering Anya a slightly transparent view of the hangar.

*Boot-up complete. All systems online. Ready for launch. Awaiting comfirmation.*

"Launch!"

*Initianting launch sequence. T-minus 10... 9... 8...*

The exoskeleton suddenly went rigid, forcing Anya to stand at attention, her arms fallen beside her body. She couldn't move her head either, seeing only the straight-ahead view of the outside.

*4... 3... 2... 1... Launch!*

There was a split second of stomach lurching weightlessness when Pasiphae disconnected from the ATCaMP. Anya's legs were bent slightly when the steel colossus hit the ground, followed by a loud boom from her headset. Moving freely again, she looked down and flexed her fingers, watching as the Titan perfectly mimicked her gesture in real time.

She never got tired of this. The feeling of raw power, of absolute invulnerability! One moment she was a mere human, made of squishy flesh and brittle bones, and the other, she was forty meters tall and punched like a meteor!

Of course, she wasn't completely invulnerable, the Titan mech too had its limits. It's just that she's never reached them. However battered the plating or scratched the paint, she'd never suffered so much as a bruise. Out there, she was a force of nature! A match for any creature that lurked in the mists! It was as if she belonged.

The heavy hangar door came to a stop, the mists leaking in like grasping tendrils. Anya made a careful first step, maneuvering the hulking machine through the door and out into the wild. The fog enveloped her from every side. It was thick today, limiting the camera's visibility to just below a hundred meters. The silhouettes of the towering local flora rose towards the skies and disappeared out of sight, the floating shapes of the indigenous animals dancing among the stalks like colorful fireflies.

When the door fully closed behind her, Anya released a pleased sigh and set out into the haze. She walked at a calm and steady pace; the movements long drilled into her bones. The exoskeleton offered resistance, hampering her steps as the Pasiphae struggled to keep up with her. Each swing of a massive metallic arm, each fall of a building-sized foot took several seconds to pass, especially against the immense air resistance.

The benevolent local environment was the only thing that allowed this impossible contraption to lumber its way forth. Indeed, the mech could never function in Earth's conditions as it would crumble under its own weight.

But Gaius-2 was a different case.

Despite its larger size, the planet had lower surface gravity than Earth due to its low-density core and maintained a thicker, unusually humid atmosphere. This allowed for flora and fauna to grow into quite enormous dimensions. The perpetual fog offered little sunlight, so plants had to climb high to catch its rays, creating forests of tall, widely spaced stems as thick as a Titan, with a roof of giant, circular leaves hundreds of meters above. The ground largely consisted of mushroom growths and rocky terrain. Various jellyfish-like organisms floated through the air, feeding on the moisture and microorganisms, some growing larger than a vehicle. That in turn provided easy source of food for larger predators, flying and terrestrial, who themselves served as meals for the true kings of the jungle.

For Gaius-2 housed some of the largest Kaiju class organism population in the known universe.

Defined as any lifeform exceeding hundred feet in height which was capable of locomotion, the Kaiju were a marvel of alien life and quickly became darlings of the xenobiology community. Every biologist, ecologist and geneticist competed for any info on these critters. Anything from anatomy, behaviour, diet, genealogy, evolution to reproduction. They were objects of fascination among general folk too, the crowds always tuning in for any chance to see them, even if just through footage.

But while the Kaiju were common around these parts, they remained a rarity on the universal scale. There just weren't many habitable planets which supported this kind of behemoths. And since Gaius-2 was considered too ecologically rich for extensive mining, and since said ecology rendered long term settlements too costly and dangerous, scientists were the only people interested in it. The place was a money sink.

Obtaining data in the wild was hard, however. There was only so much you could learn through observation and monitoring. Plus, breeding Kaiju in captivity was practically impossible (read: too expensive) and cloning was illegal due to its tendency of creating genetic defects.

So, if someone decided they wanted to study early Kaiju development and hatch themselves an egg, they needed to get their genetic material another way.

Radar flashed, showing Anya she was passing by one of the collection stations. The huge device took shape of a large horizontal cylinder, propped up on thick supports. This one was meant for a Goliath. It was emitting a frequency which mimicked a female's mating call and occasionally released their pheromones. Once it attracted a male, it would display a holographic projection which would, hopefully, entice it to mate.

In Anya's professional opinion, the hologram was an overkill. The brutes were ready to jump the collector like a dog at the slightest whiff of the pheromones. The first time she watched a footage from one of the cameras, she couldn't believe the machine held out. The sheer, raw ferocity of the male was unlike anything she had ever seen! It was out of this world! Well... more precisely, it was only from this one.

It was then that the idea first occurred to her. Anya's eyes were glued to the holoscreen, unable to look away from the pounding hulk. The creature's member alone was larger than her! Larger than a bloody TRUCK! It was humping away at the collector like a jackhammer, moving at speeds she never knew something so big could. She bit her lips subconsciously, imagining what it might be like to experience such treatment herself. To swap places with the device and be manhandled like a Kaiju female. Her hand had wondered around her inner thigh at the thought.

Of course, that wasn't possible. Not truly. No matter how much she fantasized about that giant hunk of meat, there was no way she would ever get to feel it inside her.

Or that was what someone else might have said. For there was little a motivated pilot with an ATCaMP couldn't do.

Before the footage ended, she had a plan!

Wandering now through the misty, alien jungle, Anya's attention was snatched by a red dot in her peripheral vision. According to the radar, Specimen 044 was currently heading in the direction of a nearby collection station.

"Not if I have anything to say about that!" she exclaimed and flipped one of the custom switches installed on the control panel.

The dot stopped moving for a moment. From the Kaiju's perspective, a new female in his vicinity just started singing her mating call. Anya walked in his direction, trying to intercept him before he reached the station.

To her pleasure, the dot continued moving her way, meeting her in the middle.

Anya stopped as the sound of different tremendous footsteps echoed through the thick atmosphere. She forgot to breathe. Her heart fell into rhythm with the thunderous stomps, jumping as the massive silhouette to which they belonged lumbered out of the mists.

The Goliath stood taller even than the Titan. At approximately hundred and sixty feet it was on the smaller end of the scale as far as Kaiju went, owning to its bipedal nature. Proportionally, it most closely resembled a man. Two massive feet supported its upright body, the bulging muscles of its upper torso gave it the outline of an upturned pear. It was covered in fine scales and wiggled a train-sized forked tongue in the Titan's direction. Like someone had crossed a gorilla with a comodo dragon.

Its hunched head and bull-like nape made the Kaiju's neck disappear, the two small horns on its flat face finishing off the devilish look. Its beady eyes looked down at the Pasiphae, Anya shuddering under his gaze even through the virtual interface.

"Hi there, big boy," she whispered to the empty cockpit.

The male seemed utterly fascinated with what he was seeing, appraising the Titan like a drooling hound. His earholes were hearing a needy female, but his eyes weren't yet quite convinced. Anya took this as her signal and made the advance.

She slowly rocked her body from side to side moving her hips and arms in a fluid fashion. The Goliath's eyes tracked the swaying mech as it performed its mating dance, copying the pilot's moves. She even had the Titan painted in the pattern matching a female, the yellow lines on the Pasiphae's sides mimicking the red ones across the male's dull-gray scales.

"Come on! You know you want it," she urged playfully, the male's head snapping left and right with increasing restlessness. "Surely this has to be more enticing than that emotionless collection station!"

The Goliath made a tentative step forward, never tearing his sight from the Titan. He looked as though he was bewitched. Anya's pulse spiked as she glimpsed the tip of a huge, blue organ protruding slightly from the slit between the male's legs. She knew she had him!

A wild smirk twisted her lips as she teased the hulking alien. Eventually, Anya decided enough was enough and went to release him from his torment. She flipped another switch, eliciting a dull rumble from below as an enormous latch opened somewhere at the Pasiphae's crotch area.

The outpost fabricators could construct endless spare parts for the drones to repair the battered collection units. It really wasn't that hard to have one installed within the Titan itself.

Along with the pheromone aerosolizers.

When the latch opened, the collector began releasing an invisible cloud of female Goliath pheromones. Anya could tell the precise moment they reached the male's olfactory system. His blue tongue prodded the misty air between them. As soon as it retreated back into his maw, the Kaiju stopped. His whole body went rigid, pupils dilating, the gaze of his cerulean eyes seemed to reach right through the cameras and the virtual interface, and straight to Anya.

Within seconds, he was upon her. Anya was thrown back as the Goliath seized the titan by the shoulders, shaking the whole cockpit like an earthquake. Glancing down, she witnessed a mass of blue flesh unsheathe itself from the unassuming slit, quickly growing to the size of a cargo truck as the Goliath's penis hardened to its full mast.

Both of them.

Male Goliaths were diphallic, their two members stacked on top of each other when they stood erect. Each hemipenis was identical. Bare, smooth blue flesh without scales or foreskin, lined with soft bumps along the sides and longer, backwards-facing protrusions on the underside, terminating into a tapered, pointy glans.

Frankly, they looked

irresistible

!

Anya suppressed a sigh as she watched the massive, alien face through her helmet. The way those blue eyes looked at her... she's never seen anyone look at her so passionately. With such desire! She peeked down at his throbbing members. The male's hips were twitching, reflexively humping the air between them. She bit her lip. Her heart was hammering in anticipation, threatening to punch right through her ribs and jump out of her chest.

Deciding to help her admirer out, Anya angled her hips forward, lining the mech up with his manhood. She couldn't wait anymore.

Shivers ran down her spine when his tip pressed against the collector's opening. Anya took a deep breath and with gritted teeth she lowered the mech down, watching the Goliath's upper phallus disappear inside the synthetic tunnel.

But she didn't merely see it. She

felt

it.

Anya threw her head back as the giant organ penetrated her nether lips. Her moan echoed through the cockpit, the ridged, alien cock burying itself deep inside her vaginal canal.