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Alien Genesis

Alien Genesis

by capriciousrain
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[Earth, 2334 AD]

Circa 2040 AD, corruption, greed, pollution, conflict, short-sightedness, denial, apathy, and overconsumption tipped the world into nearly two centuries of chaos and destruction. Hunger, war, storms fueled by global warming, and several deadly pandemics swept the globe. All of this resulted in a near zero birth rate. The remnants of humanity have fragmented into small clusters of life, struggling to survive, and competing fiercely for food and resources against other humans as well as against apex predators like wolves, big cats, and large reptiles. The roughly 20,000 humans who remain have migrated largely underground, into subterranean colonies where women and children are kept as safe as is possible from the hell that exists on the surface. Earth is now a tropical jungle world with the exception of a few desert regions and at its poles.

My name is John Goodson, Sergeant. I'm 26 years old, and I'm the leader of patrol squad Alpha out of New Arizona Refuge. The United States of America no longer exists, but a lot of the old names still persist. My squad, ten of us, are foraging and hunting on the surface roughly two kilometers from our underground home.

"What the hell is that?" RJ shouts. He's looking up through a break in the foliage, shielding his eyes against bright sunlight with one hand, while cradling his assault rifle close to his chest with the other.

I see a gleam of silver as a strange arrowhead shaped aircraft fills the space above the treetops. There is an odd vibration all around us, and then, a flash of light so bright it blinds me momentarily.

"Fuck," I growl, as I feel a sharp jabbing pain in the side of my neck, and then, everything fades to nothing.

...

[Alien reptilian (saurian) species JeXzi]

[Aboard multigenerational interstellar spaceship in near earth orbit]

The JeXzi have journeyed 530 years(EM, Earth Measure) at 10% light speed, to reach their goal, a blue world rich with water, with an Oxygen/Nitrogen atmosphere, and orbiting a stable yellow star in its Goldilocks zone. Of the 3,000 JeXzi who departed their world, only roughly 400 males remain, descendants of those who began their galactic trek so long ago. Their home world has been engulfed by an expanding red giant star by now. These 400 saurian males are all that remain of their species. They are powerful, predatory, and highly intelligent. Average height for JeXzi males is 2.2 meters(EM). Average height for JeXzi females was 1.8 meters(EM).

JeXzi females had always been a minority sex among their species, typically in a ratio of approximately 10:1 - ten males for each female. This ratio was never a problem because JeXzi females are highly sexed, driven to breed almost constantly, accepting several males without discrimination, even in rapid succession, and producing three or four eggs every 10 days(EM). JeXzi males prize their females but there is no monogamy, no jealousy, no concern for parentage. Once hatched, juveniles are nurtured collectively by all females until they reach a certain age. JeXzi lifespan is roughly 90 years(EM). One Queen typically rises to dominance over the other females, enhancing her colorations and feminine drive and attributes.

At the outset of their interstellar voyage, one JeXzi female had carried an undetected nascent pathogen within her ovaries. Despite JeXzi technological and medical prowess, efforts to contain and isolate the infection failed, and, one by one, over time, every female succumbed to the disease. Top JeXzi scientists had the foresight to collect and preserve DNA: chromosomes and hormones, from the dying females, and then found ways to replicate these sophisticated organics. Experiments were done, attempting to alter a few JeXzi males by infusing them with large amounts of synthesized female hormone, but each attempt was met with failure. The JeXzi male physiology was simply too dominant versus any effort to alter it.

"We need a weaker species. It is imperative we create a new Queen," was the consensus.

... Three weeks(EM) later...

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(One who once was, John)

I regain consciousness gradually at first. Disorientation is severe, but once sufficiently aware, I'm hit simultaneously with an overwhelming feeling of nausea, claustrophobia, and a sensation of drowning. Instinctively, I begin to thrash and try to find breath and space, only to realize that I am tethered with restraints as well as by multiple tubes connected to my body. I'm fully submerged, yet suspended within some kind of tank or chamber filled with a viscous fluid. It's dark, yet not so dark as to prevent me from seeing some large shadowy figures moving around outside of my liquid prison. My thoughts are confused. I try to remember who and what I am.

"Increase the sedation," one JeXzi trills to another. JeXzi verbal communication is based on 31 musical notes, like letters of the human alphabet. JeXzi trill in a rapid succession of notes which they process in the same manner that humans process speech.

"The transformation is progressing well - better than hoped in truth, but we are not yet ready for subject awareness. Primus will be pleased. He has not sheathed his cock since our last female died, more than 10 years(EM) ago," one JeXzi trills.

The JeXzi medical scientists peer more closely into the chamber which holds a human once named John, but who is rapidly becoming something different altogether. They begin to discuss their observations, recording and cataloging the changes.

"See how the gonads have retracted? The penis has all but disappeared. Soon it will be a clitoral nerve bundle just above her vaginal slit. Her cloaca will be a separate opening, just behind the vaginal slit. I recommend that we maintain current infusion rate of JeXzi female DNA, but that we increase the level of JeXzi female hormone being infused - we may yield a Queen from this subject."

"Yes, this species seems ideal for our need. We may even gain a new advantage. The mammalian capacity to feed their young from their own body via breasts will integrate with our modifications. She will have breasts which will produce a protein capable of nourishing our young. Once she is bred, and begins her lifelong function of producing eggs, the protein production should become a permanent condition. Calculations suggest that her breasts will form with a protrusion from the thorax of approximately 12 centimeters, but this could well increase over time, with constant use."

"Body temperature has lowered from 37 degrees C(EM) to 25 degrees C(EM), close to the norm for our species."

"New bone structure extends from the coccyx with corresponding muscle and tissue growth. She will have a long, lithe tail."

"Cranial shape continues to shift toward typical for a JeXzi female. Note the prodigious number of long brown black keratin strands growing rapidly from the top and back of her head. The mammalian teeth have fallen out, and have been replaced by the proper count and shape of teeth for our kind. Her digits lengthen and become more slender while her claws grow long and sharp. The mammalian skin has shed revealing the coloration of her new reptilian scales: a complex brown with striations of gold along her stomach and inner legs and thighs. A hint of orange red on her flaring hips gives us hope that she will indeed become a Queen. Current waist to hip ratio is 0.58. She will be exquisite."

"Ancestral racial memory and the instincts of our species will be conveyed by our DNA, and will merge with the original consciousness to form her new identity."

"Soon, she will be ready to be removed from the tank," one of the scientists trills.

"I estimate removal in 3-4 days(EM). We will stage her in the arboreal section of the greenhouse dome," another trills in reply.

"If her breeding is successful, we will soon be able to move our kind to the planet below," yet another trills with a sense of hope that has long been absent.

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... Four days(EM) later...

(One who now is, Ai)

I wake beneath a small tree beside a clear pool. I am alone with no other nearby. Thirst draws me to the pool where I lean to drink, and behold in reflection my new form. Bright orange eyes with dark vertical slits for pupils, and filled with curiosity and intuition, gaze back at me. I move, and it is me. I remember for a moment a vestige of who I was, but then I blink, and the vestige becomes a ghost, relegated to the past.

I move gracefully back within the trees and touch them, feeling the substance and spirit of my home world within them. I glance to the dome above me but then my head snaps toward the sound of a small animal scurrying along the forest floor several meters(EM) distant. The hunt is quick. I consume the creature live, and then return to the pool to settle in the lush grasses. I know that I am being watched. I can scent them as they can scent me. They will come to me - they must, and I will accept them. It is my purpose. I need to be bred.

During the act of copulation, it would be most accurate to describe the role of a JeXzi female as that of a relatively docile, submissive recipient. JeXzi males are by far the larger, heavier, more powerful sex.

They are fourteen in number, lead by one who must be the current Primus, as he is the largest. He wears the golden bands of leadership around heavily muscled upper arms. He is a mountain of black scales mottled with green flecks that mirror the color of his fierce eyes. A magnificent black cock sways between his legs as he approaches me.

Primus trills in bass notes to me. He raises an open claw near his shoulder briefly - it is an admonition to the other males that they must wait their turn to sheathe themselves in me.

I move with the speed and supple grace of my species, retreating to the nearest tree, winding around it to then peer at Primus with my orange eyes aglow. I trill in light melodic notes a response to him, accepting his approach. My body releases pheromones of invitation and enticement which no saurian male can resist. My need to be fucked and bred drives me to go to him. We come together beneath the tree, in full view of the other males.

I slither my way to him on all fours, a gesture of my submission. I dare to nuzzle against his kaji-fruit sized balls, revering his maleness and wanting what is within them, in me. My slit is swollen, glistening with arousal. I swirl around to face away from him, pressing my breasts into the grass and lifting my bottom. I pin my tail against my form and wrap it partway around my leg, presenting myself to him.

Primus takes me, roughly, perfectly, in an instant.

I trill with joy as he enters me. My thoughts grow unfocused as I am overcome by a mating frenzy. I extend my claws into the soil in an attempt to brace myself. All I want and need is to be fucked mercilessly, to have male after male after male take me and force their virile seed into my quivering slit and oviducts, to fertilize me. They will penetrate me, use me, fuck me, ejaculating their need and seed into my softness, until my slit is bruised and I am weak and trembling and in need of respite.

Primus grasps my hips with his powerful claws and begins to thrust his thick black cock inside of me. The joy of being taken is rapturous. I flutter the walls of my slit and channel around him, a thing which is an innate ability of JeXzi females. He grunts and brings the full weight of himself upon me, pinning me beneath him. His weight and the power of his thrusts forces the air from my lungs making it difficult to breathe. My awareness dims...

The next few hours(EM) are a mindless orgy of sexual coupling. One by one, each of the fourteen males fucks me and fills me with his potent seed. When the last is sated, I slump upon my side in the grasses, barely able to move. Pale green semen covers my inner thighs down to the bend of my knees and oozes from my slit. It is now sleep's turn to claim me.

... Two months(EM) later...

Little Niti is my happiness. She clings to my neck and shoulders, often hiding within the veil of long brown black strands which fall around my visage. She understands that she and I are alike; that she is different from her male siblings. I gently cup one of my most recent male hatchlings to my breast while gazing around the forest dome. He laps hungrily at the viscous green fluid leaking from my nipple. Soon, we will move to the planet below, and I will be the mother of my race on this new world.

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