"Sign right here," said the heavyset Aquilae bureaucrat, tapping the looseleaf on the dotted line. Like the other Aquilae on Kepler Station he was blue skinned. His hair was jet black hair and a trace of stubble highlighted his flabby jaw. His half-moon glasses fell to the tip of his nose.
Caterina gulped.
Are you sure you want to do this?
she thought. It was her last chance to back out. She scratched the back of her neck. It was one thing to fantasize about... it. It was another to make her harem a reality.
So far, her life on Kepler Station had been poor. She moved to the floating space city to start fresh two years ago. Kepler Station was a floating city among the stars, protected by an impenetrable clear dome. It orbited no stars. The sky was a perpetual starry night. The city was a glistening paradise, a multicultural hub where species from all over the galaxy could mingle and live out their lives peacefully.
So the advertising claimed. In reality, the city was grimy, rough, and cutthroat. Blight was the only greenery (other than plant based aliens) that grew, and it ate through Kepler's durasteel buildings like a Vega slug at a buffet.
Caterina could barely afford her apartment in the crime-ridden lower levels. She worked as a blight removal sales technician, junior grade. She was up early every morning, riding the packed nulli-rail to her dead end job where she was worked to the bone. At nights she'd come home and pass out in bed, too tired to even change out of her clothes.
All that could change with the stroke of her pen. The Aquilae needed women, human women, to restore their population. She'd be given a luxury penthouse, the finest foods, and a generous stipend. She'd never have to work again, on one condition.
The Aquilae needed an embryo.
Their numbers had been decimated in their war with the Insectoids. Aquilae women had been captured in droves. There weren't enough to sustain the population. The government in exile found a genetic match in humans, and they paid big money for human women willing to donate their bodies to the cause. Many applied, but few were chosen. A myriad of conditions had to be met. Genetic testing, age, fitness, and an open-mindedness about sex with multiple aliens that not everyone could tolerate.
Caterina was a pen-stroke away from becoming one of the lucky ones. She brushed a long, dirty blonde hair from her rosy cheeks. The pen trembled in her plump hand. Humans would call her chubby -- Aquilae called her irresistible.
"Are you going to sign it or are you going to stare into space all day?" the bureaucrat asked, shaking Caterina from her reverie. "I have an appointment at the Denebite consort."
"Sorry," said Caterina. "I'm just having second thoughts."
"Have them somewhere else," said the bureaucrat. "There's hundreds of women who will leap at this chance." He grabbed the looseleaf and started to pull it back.
Caterina snatched the looseleaf. "I'll sign," she said. She scrawled her name on the dotted line.
"Excellent," said the bureaucrat, tapping the looseleaf to her communicator so she'd have a copy. He filed it away in his desk, then pressed one of the many buttons on it. "Jaq? We're ready for you."
A tall, handsome Aquilae strode through the door. Easily over seven feet tall, his dark black hair was thick on his head, growing sparser on his muscle-bound arms. His navy lips were pursed in a thin line.
Caterina's heart skipped a beat. His body was so different from hers. Dirty blonde curls hung about her cherubic face. Freckles dusted her body from her slightly larger nose to her voluptuous chest. Her skin color, unlike Jaq's, could not be found on the rainbow.
Jaq's skin had no blemishes at all, save a few well placed scars. He was almost two feet taller than her. His eyes were dark as black holes, hers were bright as stars.
"Jaq will be your caretaker, and first broodmate," said the bureaucrat. "He's led two successful broods before. Listen to him, and you'll do fine."
Caterina stuck out her hand, and Jaq enveloped it with his massive mitt. "Nice to meet you, husband," Caterina joked.
"We are not joined through matrimony," said Jaq. "The term 'husband' is inaccurate."
"Jaq has the sense of humor of a blight patch," said the bureaucrat. He waved his arms at them impatiently. "You have all year to get to know each other. Please do it somewhere else." He stole a look at Caterina's bosom even as he chastised.
Jaq offered the crook of his arm, and led Caterina out of the office and down to the 389th floor. Caterina gulped, suddenly nervous. Her whole life was changing. Was she ready?
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"New broodmare processing," said Jaq. "You'll get your tattoo and injections. Then, we'll go to your new residence. Your things are being brought to your new home as we speak."
The elevator door slid open. Floor 389 was sterile and bright, exactly as a medical ward should be. Teal curtains partitioned the room to give the patients privacy. Jaq led her to the closest and slid the curtain closed behind him. An Aquilae doctor was waiting for them, wearing a white lab coat and glasses. He wasn't as tall as Jaq, and had less of the dark hair, but his skin was as blue as any other Aquilae.
The private section had a bed as well as a couple cabinets and a mini fridge. The doctor leaned against the cabinets, studying Caterina's looseleaf chart.
"Greetings, Caterina," said the doctor, setting the chart aside. "Welcome to the broodmare program." He patted the bed in the center of their curtained world.
"Thanks," said Caterina, sitting on the solitary bed. It was surprisingly comfortable for a hospital. She squished it with her hands, testing its softness.
"Luxurious, isn't it?" the doctor said with a grin. "We provide nothing but the best for our broodmares."
"A girl could get used to this," said Caterina.
"You will," said the doctor. "By the end of your year, you won't want to leave. And if you've provided an embryo, you won't have to."
"What if I don't?" asked Caterina. The recruiter she'd spoken to hadn't talked about that.
The doctor's face fell. "You'll be evicted, and replaced with someone else. I'm sorry, but that's how it has to be. We don't have the resources to keep under-performing broodmares or companions." He smiled and squeezed her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll do great. Jaq is one of our best. Listen to him, and you'll be fine."
Jaq nodded, saying nothing. The doctor retrieved a syringe with light purple liquid from the fridge. "Pull down your pants," he said flatly.
"All the way?" Caterina asked.
"They're always so shy at the beginning," laughed the doctor. "No, not all the way. Just enough for me to inject you. Right in the thigh, by your buttock."
Caterina slipped down the side of her pants and felt a pinch. Heat flooded her body as the syringe depressed. Her skin flushed, began to tingle. She felt wetter, hotter.
"What's happening?" she asked.
The doctor felt her forehead. "The serum is working," he said. "How do you feel?"
"Hot," said Caterina. "Tingly." Her pussy began to ache. It felt wetter than she could remember. It craved...
"Anything else?" the doctor asked, one eyebrow raised. His eyes flicked down to her crotch.
"Horny," said Caterina, sheepishly. She could really go for some dick. A good, hard fucking, that's what she really wanted. Her eyes looked to Jaq, towering in the corner. So dark. So brooding. She wondered what he was packing in his pants. Her body yearned to know.
He's practically a stranger, Caterina.
Normally, she was never this lustful.
"Sounds like it's working," said the doctor. "Would you like to relieve your lust now?"
"Now?" said Caterina.
Would that be appropriate?
she wondered. Her head began to spin. She had to do something to soothe the ache.
"You humans are always so modest when you join," the doctor said. "Yes, now. Your body craves sexual release. It can be by yourself, with Jaq, or with both of us."
"Hands off, doc," growled Jaq. "If you aren't part of my brood, I don't want you."
"Territorial as always, Jaq," said the doctor, backing off.
Caterina looked at Jaq. He grew handsomer by the second. She'd heard about Aquilae cocks from the 'Net. Fetish sites and the like. They had many different types. She wondered what type Jaq was packing.
"Let's see," said Caterina, staring at Jaq. He took off his shirt, flashing his muscular physique. His pecs were carved out of granite, and his abs were rolling foothills. A V shape was carved into his hips. Caterina wanted desperately to see what was at the apex of the V.
He undid his pants and they fell to the floor. Caterina's heart soared. Just as she hoped, his cock was thick and ribbed.
"Type B," said the doctor. "Always thought you looked like a type L."
"Does he have to be here?" Caterina asked, jerking her head to the doctor.
"I know when I'm not wanted," said the doc, ducking out of the curtain.
"May I?" asked Jaq, his fingers hovering above her pants. Caterina nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. He pulled her pants off, then her panties too. Caterina's heart raced as Jaq's strong hands took hold of her ankles.
He spread her legs, standing at the edge of the bed. His fingers ran down her legs, then rubbed her clit, testing her sensitivity. Caterina oohed with pleasure. The burning sensation was tamped down, but when he removed his fingers it blazed back in force.
"Put it in me," begged Caterina. She had an ache that could only be soothed by Jaq.
He thrust deep inside her, and Caterina gasped. It was magical. Her body craved him. She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him as deep as he'd go. His fingers rubbed her clit again, and pleasure spread through her body.
He thrust again, carefully, gently, but firmly. Each thrust was a deliberate stroke, pushing as deep as he could, then retracting until the tip of the tip was the only part inside. Then he filled her again, each rib pushing against her walls as he entered her.
Caterina felt release building inside her. Her breath came in short puffs. She was so full, so ready to gush all over Jaq's type B. One last thrust, and she came, her moan radiating through the lab. Jaq came with her, stuffing her full of hot alien cum. It tingled as it mixed with her pussy, and Caterina melted, panting on the bed.
Jaq dressed and the doctor returned. Jaq moved between them, blocking the doctor's view of Caterina's privates.
"Efficient," said the doctor, eying Jaq up and down. "Did she seem fit?"
Jaq nodded.
"Excellent. We'll add her tattoo, and she'll be free to go," said the doctor.
"Turn around so she can get dressed," growled Jaq. He handed Caterina her clothes. She still felt like liquid, but pooled herself into her pants. Her body still smoldered. She wanted more of Jaq. Although the doctor didn't look too bad, either. And the bureaucrat from earlier had a distinguished look about him...
Her head spun, and she grabbed Jaq's arm for support. He was beside her in an instant, keeping her on her feet. His sturdy arm wrapped around her waist, and she wanted him to push her down on the bed and have his way again.
"I'm still... tingly..." she said.
