Alien Kidnapping - A college girl is captured by aliens for their big breeding program.
[Author's Note: I like the idea of life on other worlds, and sometimes being completely unhuman, like having different breeding cycles, or that humanity is rather insignificant in their eyes. I also like the idea of Aliens living amongst us all this time, as we never noticed it.]
Chapter 1: Contact.
Are we alone in the universe?
Is there intelligent life on other worlds?
Will we make contact with them?
Have we made contact with them?
Are they living amongst us as we speak?
Short answer, yes
These were the thoughts that spun through Emma's mind as she was transported on the sheet of a strange metal construction, arms and legs spread wide, thankfully still fully clothed, into the space ship. She had been abducted by aliens. It was like having everything she had been trying to prove slapping her in her face.
As a physics student at a California Uni, and being unfortunate enough to decide to skip uni to go to waterfront, she had been spending most of her time on a paper stating categorically that humanity will not be able to successfully contact alien life, to find that not only had aliens found Earth, but made their way to it, and jammed a fish in her ear!
"I AM AT MY LIMIT!" she screamed. "THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, IF SOMEONE DOESN'T COME OUT BEHIND SOMETHING TELLING ME IT HAS BEEN A HUGE SET UP, I AM GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"My advice is to relax, and you might not," came the calm, sultry tones of Julia, or Jul'ia as she had revealed to Emma. "These are Vecarn, a bunch of total bastards, and if you make another outburst like that, then that's what will happen."
She moved next to Emma, showing her a humanoid form with a bunch of tendrils coming out of her hair, her green and yellow eyes flashing. "They've been traveling from planet to planet, taking fertile members of the race and breeding with them. Once you see what one without armor looks like, you can guess how they managed to not get laid."
"Why should I believe you!" hissed Emma. "You're not human, you're probably in league with them!"
"Oh, come off it," Jul'ia replied. "If I was, why wasn't I left? More to the point, these guys are seriously clueless and careless; they just scan you for fertility and pick you up. Trust me, make a racket or don't do what I say, and end up a lot worse."
Emma was about to reply, but the guards came through in huge, tank-like space suits, armed with all manner of strange weapons that all looked dangerous and rather spiky.
"CKARNAYJIJKNAOYA ADGTJNKIATAVAAX ACSDFCZFKLDA!" they said, but it was picked up by the weird fish as "Take the prisoners to the captain."
The line of strange devices moved its way down the ship. The ship itself didn't look in good repair; pipes were leaking, strange vermin were scurrying, or flopping, everywhere, clanks could be heard for miles.
"Their scavengers," muttered Jul'ia, "don't know the true power of what they have until one of them blows up with it. This might be because of a lack of sensible minds in their race."
"What?"
"Only one female Vecarn ever recorded at one given date. As a result, they are often deeply sexist, so be careful. They also know very little about genetics, thinking that peoples' intelligence come from genes."
The carriage stopped, ending up in the Bridge, and it was here that Emma saw the captain and the Vecarn true form.
The tank-like armor was tight fitting, as the body of the captain was over ten feet tall. Bedecked in strange jewels and trinkets, the Captain looked like an anthropomorphic maroon rhinoceros with a mane of spikes all the way down his back and scars all over his face. He was carrying possibly the biggest weapon that Emma had ever seen, an enormous, badly made and electrically charged, axe over twice the size of him.
The procession of women slowly stopped in front of him; a smaller colleague sat next to him, a Vecarn in a strange laboratory coat, saying "Brawn" or "Brain", and the women going different ways depending on it. Emma looked up at him.
"Brain," he said, and Emma was carried off to the right.
"What's happening?"
"Be glad that you got chosen for the brains," muttered Jul'ia. "If you hadn't, you'd be fattened up until immobility, rutted and raped when so, and turned, biologically, into a breeding factory, slowly losing your humanity until you are a vegetable."
"And that doesn't happen in the brain group."
"Oh yeah, it does, just A) you get to choose who ruts on you, and B) no vegetation part," Jul'ia replied with a smile. "It's a harsh group, but don't worry, I've got a plan to get out!"
[Author's Note: I like the idea of life on other worlds, and sometimes being completely unhuman, like having different breeding cycles, or that humanity is rather insignificant in their eyes. I also like the idea of Aliens living amongst us all this time, as we never noticed it.]
Abduction
by Irish Bard
by Irish Bard
Chapter 1: Contact.
Are we alone in the universe?
Is there intelligent life on other worlds?
Will we make contact with them?
Have we made contact with them?
Are they living amongst us as we speak?
Short answer, yes
These were the thoughts that spun through Emma's mind as she was transported on the sheet of a strange metal construction, arms and legs spread wide, thankfully still fully clothed, into the space ship. She had been abducted by aliens. It was like having everything she had been trying to prove slapping her in her face.
As a physics student at a California Uni, and being unfortunate enough to decide to skip uni to go to waterfront, she had been spending most of her time on a paper stating categorically that humanity will not be able to successfully contact alien life, to find that not only had aliens found Earth, but made their way to it, and jammed a fish in her ear!
"I AM AT MY LIMIT!" she screamed. "THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, IF SOMEONE DOESN'T COME OUT BEHIND SOMETHING TELLING ME IT HAS BEEN A HUGE SET UP, I AM GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"My advice is to relax, and you might not," came the calm, sultry tones of Julia, or Jul'ia as she had revealed to Emma. "These are Vecarn, a bunch of total bastards, and if you make another outburst like that, then that's what will happen."
She moved next to Emma, showing her a humanoid form with a bunch of tendrils coming out of her hair, her green and yellow eyes flashing. "They've been traveling from planet to planet, taking fertile members of the race and breeding with them. Once you see what one without armor looks like, you can guess how they managed to not get laid."
"Why should I believe you!" hissed Emma. "You're not human, you're probably in league with them!"
"Oh, come off it," Jul'ia replied. "If I was, why wasn't I left? More to the point, these guys are seriously clueless and careless; they just scan you for fertility and pick you up. Trust me, make a racket or don't do what I say, and end up a lot worse."
Emma was about to reply, but the guards came through in huge, tank-like space suits, armed with all manner of strange weapons that all looked dangerous and rather spiky.
"CKARNAYJIJKNAOYA ADGTJNKIATAVAAX ACSDFCZFKLDA!" they said, but it was picked up by the weird fish as "Take the prisoners to the captain."
The line of strange devices moved its way down the ship. The ship itself didn't look in good repair; pipes were leaking, strange vermin were scurrying, or flopping, everywhere, clanks could be heard for miles.
"Their scavengers," muttered Jul'ia, "don't know the true power of what they have until one of them blows up with it. This might be because of a lack of sensible minds in their race."
"What?"
"Only one female Vecarn ever recorded at one given date. As a result, they are often deeply sexist, so be careful. They also know very little about genetics, thinking that peoples' intelligence come from genes."
The carriage stopped, ending up in the Bridge, and it was here that Emma saw the captain and the Vecarn true form.
The tank-like armor was tight fitting, as the body of the captain was over ten feet tall. Bedecked in strange jewels and trinkets, the Captain looked like an anthropomorphic maroon rhinoceros with a mane of spikes all the way down his back and scars all over his face. He was carrying possibly the biggest weapon that Emma had ever seen, an enormous, badly made and electrically charged, axe over twice the size of him.
The procession of women slowly stopped in front of him; a smaller colleague sat next to him, a Vecarn in a strange laboratory coat, saying "Brawn" or "Brain", and the women going different ways depending on it. Emma looked up at him.
"Brain," he said, and Emma was carried off to the right.
"What's happening?"
"Be glad that you got chosen for the brains," muttered Jul'ia. "If you hadn't, you'd be fattened up until immobility, rutted and raped when so, and turned, biologically, into a breeding factory, slowly losing your humanity until you are a vegetable."
"And that doesn't happen in the brain group."
"Oh yeah, it does, just A) you get to choose who ruts on you, and B) no vegetation part," Jul'ia replied with a smile. "It's a harsh group, but don't worry, I've got a plan to get out!"
