Xenofestation 1-03
~Primagravida~

Paragonas Vaunt

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Entry 1-03/A - Confidence and Supply

Induction Centre, Integrated Neopharm, Baltimore, Maryland, North American Collective, Terra

Dr Natalie Cooper had been running ground-side recruitment for Integrated Neopharm for ten years, and in that time she had interviewed nearly five thousand potential candidates for the Xenoplantation Programme.

The vast majority of them hadn't made the cut.

There were many reasons why a candidate might turn out not to be suitable, and Natalie had seen them all. The medical record and background checks weeded out countless thousands before they even got to the interview stage, but even then a candidate could stumble.

Some of the reasons for failure were practical.

For example, candidates could fail the biocompatibility test. After all, it was no good trying to swell your belly with alien eggs if the merest touch of them caused your airway to swell up instead.

Candidates could be excluded if they admitted something not on the record, such as a previously-unrecorded contact with an alien creature. That pretty much ruled out anybody from one of the outer colonies.

Candidates could also be excluded for having had sex without a purity seal - the Programme only took them intact and legal. Fresh wombs only for alien implantation.

But the main reasons for exclusion were psychological.

Natalie had seen all of those types too.

Too much obsession with the money, or the reproduction licence, those would get you excluded, because the Programme didn't want anybody so desperate they would compromise their judgement. So nobody too seriously invested in the rewards would pass muster.

Then, on the flipside, there were the thrill-seekers, the refugees from life, the wasters and the lightweights. If you didn't take the Programme seriously enough, then you weren't wanted either.

And that left the sexual attitudes.

It was no good taking anybody who was repelled by the thought of intimate contact with an alien, for obvious reasons. They wouldn't last, and it was expensive to repatriate women five minutes after they arrived and realised they couldn't cut it. But it was also Natalie's job to weed out the ones who wanted it too much.

Even after ten years, it still amazed her that there were people out there who actually got a kick from the idea of sex with aliens.

The cultists were the worst. Religious sects whose prophets and priests taught that the aliens were sent to be their masters, and it was every girl's pious duty to get herself impregnated. Or that the only true path to enlightenment was through the pursuit of sexual ecstasy with something tentacled. There were a thousand different reasons, for a thousand different cults, and that was before you considered all the people who wanted to give it a try because they thought it might be a bit of fun and had no idea what they were letting themselves in for.

So Natalie's job was to find a sexual Miss Goldilocks.

Or Miss Mousylocks, perhaps. Somebody normal. Somebody who was not too uptight and not too loose. Not too serious about it and not too blasé. Not too aroused by the idea of coupling with an alien but not too prudish either.

Somebody who was just right.

It was surprisingly difficult.

At least, finding Goldilocks had been Natalie's job. But now there was a pressing shortage of participants, and Dexter was pushing her harder and harder to pass candidates as fit for the Programme, even if she wasn't at all sure they were.

The candidate she was interviewing now was a case in point.

Ordinarily, Natalie wouldn't even have put her through the indignity of an examination. She was so clearly way more sexually forward than the Programme would allow, she was off the scale.

As if to advertise the point, she was wearing an absolutely skin-tight red jumpsuit of some sort of glossy, rubbery material that looked poured over her body, almost liquid, and left nothing of her shape to the imagination. As Natalie tried to interview the woman, her eye kept being drawn to the way the material seemed to shimmer and flow, occasionally showing a brief glimpse of flawless bare skin.

She could clearly see the shape of the woman's nipples bulging through the fabric.

The candidate re-crossed her legs, slowly, passing one long limb over the other. Natalie couldn't help but look, hypnotised by the movement.

As the woman's crotch opened to Natalie's view and then closed within the embrace of red-clad thighs once more, she was sure she could see, cloaked in liquid fabric yet somehow almost ruder than naked, the warp and weft of the woman's mons pubis, highlighted with absolute definition.

And she was sure the woman had wanted her to see.

The candidate noticed she'd snared Natalie's attention, and smiled indulgently.

"It's a mimetic liquid," she said, "It's reacting to your eye movements. If you stare long enough at a particular spot that interests you, it will flow away and give you a quick flash."

She uncrossed her legs and parted her knees slightly.

"Go on, give it a try," the woman continued, encouragingly, "The mimetic liquid's shy, it'll hide itself if you stare at it, but I'm not and I won't."

Natalie looked up, embarrassed.

"Um, what were we talking about?" she said, almost to herself.

"You were telling me all the different ways I'm going to get pumped full of alien eggs and sperm," the woman said.

That was the problem with this candidate.

It wasn't so much that she was direct, or crude. That was actually quite common, but generally it was empty bravado. Every candidate Natalie had seen was, to a greater or lesser extent, nervous, and they often tried to cover it with a veneer of sexual forwardness.

But with this woman it was no front. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted, seemed to understand quite well what the Programme entailed, and she was entirely confident her goals and the Programme's meshed perfectly.

Natalie's usual list of carefully-prepared lines of questioning had gone completely out of the window, the candidate effortlessly taking control of the interview, and Natalie had no idea how to regain the initiative.

There was no point prolonging this farce, she decided.

She stood up.

"Well, Aura..." she began.

That was another thing. The name the candidate had registered under.

It was clearly false.

In itself, that was not unusual. Candidates frequently didn't want their application to show under their public profile, so they used an avatar identity - an assumed name - when they applied to the Programme.

But Princess Aura Mongo? That wasn't even attempting to look real.

"Thank you, Aura," she said, "So anyway, we've got your details..."

"Is it the physical exam now?" Aura said, brightly, bouncing to her feet. She pressed a spot near the belly button of her jumpsuit.

Instantly the red liquid substance retreated from her skin, contracting and condensing into a tiny crimson sphere which dropped into the woman's hand. It was fascinating and sort of disquieting to watch, almost animalistic. As if the liquid were alive somehow.

"Princess Aura" was now standing before her entirely naked.

Natalie could not account to herself for how flustered she felt. She'd seen thousands of naked women, examined them, probed them even, but here she was, on the verge of blushing.

She picked up her scanning wand, almost automatically, her mind reverting to unconscious action, the muscle memory of thousands of previous examinations taking over.

It wasn't that the woman was beautiful, though she undoubtedly was that. Flawless even, her skin betraying no blemish or mark of ageing whatsoever. Her breasts were full, her nipples high and pointed, her hips curvy, her buttocks rounded and firm. There was no hair anywhere apart from on her head, not a hint.

As Natalie passed her wand over Aura's body, she became aware of a movement.

Little lines and patterns were dancing over the woman's skin. Racing symmetrically over her breasts, slipping lower, drawing little flowery designs over her belly.

Natalie stepped back in surprise.

"It's a dynatattoo," Aura explained, "It alters semi-autonomously according to my thoughts and mood. Like the jumpsuit."

Natalie had heard of dynatattoos, but never seen one in the flesh, as it were. They were fabulously expensive.

How rich must Aura be? Was she actually a princess after all?

Natalie dismissed the thought as ridiculous. More likely Aura had a rich keeper.

As she watched, the patterns of mobile ink flowed again, lower on Aura's belly, resolving into orderly letters, spelling out a phrase above a little arrow pointing downward to the neat vertical line of her pubic cleft. Natalie leaned forward to read, unable to help herself.

ALIEN CUM DUMPSTER

"Er..," said Natalie, "I'm not sure that's..."

Aura laughed.

"Yes, I know it's more likely to be eggs than cum. But it's not easy to explain the nuances of ovipositor fucking to a simple tattoo algorithm."

She stroked a finger across her naked belly, and the tattoo swirled and danced around her fingertip.

"Besides, I assume I'll get at least some cum, won't I?"

She tilted her head down and looked up at Natalie through her perfect eyelashes.

"If I'm a good girl?" she added, coquettishly.

Natalie busied herself trying to find something - anything - on her desk to concentrate on while she collected her thoughts.

"So are you sending me to the chair now?" Aura asked suddenly, and for a moment Natalie didn't understand what she meant. Then realisation dawned.

This Aura person seemed quite surprisingly knowledgeable about the process.

Flustered and off-kilter, unable to dislodge the candidate's seeming stranglehold on proceedings, Natalie pressed the control to bring the examination chair into the room.

"Oh, goody!" Aura exclaimed when she saw it, "I've always had a bit of a gyno fetish. I had to change doctors after this one time when I-"

She stopped, and smiled slyly.

"But you don't want to hear about that," she said, and hopped lithely up onto the chair, popping her legs into the stirrups and scooching her body down low with seemingly practiced ease.

"I have got to get me one of these," she said happily, squirming her buttocks around on the smooth seat base, "I can think of all sorts of uses I could put this to."

At that moment, Natalie decided she might as well finish the examination. Not for any reason she could really think of, or admit to herself at least. But she found herself wanting to see what happened next. She was not in control of this at all, and that was unusual to say the least, but she couldn't deny being intrigued as to where things were going.

She snapped on a nitrile glove, and sat down between the candidate's open thighs. Carefully she parted the perfectly-formed folds of Aura's labia.

"Aha, the Mark One finger," said Aura, "I've had lots of different things in me, but nothing quite beats the Mark One finger."

Natalie felt somewhat peeved. That was supposed to be her line.

"Except, maybe..." Aura continued, pausing to sigh voluptuously as Natalie's finger slipped smoothly into her vagina, "...I can highly recommend the Mark One fist."

Natalie twitched.

"So, Aura," she said, trying to get back on-script, "You're twenty-six standard years old?"

"That's right."

"And you are sexually active?"

"And how."

"I'm sorry?"

"Yes, I am. I'm done just about everything, with everything, on me and in me, and under me and over me. You name it, I've done it."

"How many sexual partners have you had? Roughly?"

"Oh, quite a few of them roughly."

"I... um... ball park numbers, I mean."

"Definitely not quite as many as a ball park."

"Um. Um... how... how do you feel about anal intercourse?"

"Chance would be a fine thing."

Natalie immediately decided to skip the rest of the sexual history questions. All but one.

"Have you ever had vaginal intercourse without a purity seal fitted?"

"No, of course not!" the woman protested, the shock peaking clearly in her voice.

Natalie was surprised to find how pleased she was that it was possible to break through this Aura person's unflappable calm. Some things at least were beyond the pale for everyone. Maybe she could get through this examination with a bit of dignity intact after all.

The initiative partially regained, she continued her digital examination, but her brow immediately furrowed in confusion.

"I can't seem to find your cervix."

"No, it's not quite where you might expect to find it," Aura replied, unconcerned, "I've had a posterior fornix modification."

She grinned.

"An extra portion of cunt. So I can take party-size cocks."

"But your womb is still..?" Natalie began.

"Oh yes, all present and correct, it's just set back at a slight angle, and there's a bit more cunt before you get there."

"Any other body mods?" Natalie asked.

Aura gave her a sly look.

Natalie gasped.

Aura's vaginal muscles had clamped down on her finger, hard.

So tightly, in fact, that she sensed it would be a struggle to withdraw.

Aura continued to watch her, her gaze steady, her lips quirked into a naughty smile.

And Natalie felt a pulsing. A strange rhythmic sensation, almost like Aura's vagina was milking her finger, and she realised the muscles were working in a pattern, contracting and relaxing. It almost felt as if the moist interior of Aura's body was working on her like a hungry, toothless mouth.

"I've got additional muscle bands, and I've trained myself to control them individually," Aura said, releasing her grasp on Natalie's finger at last.

"That's..." Natalie trailed off. It was suddenly very hot in the room. "A-anything else?"

"Clitoral stimulator. Anal stimulator. Nipple stimulators. Deep-throat mod."

Aura was counting items off on her fingers.

"Anything not sex-related?"

She glanced at Aura's dynatattoo.

"Or cosmetic?"

"Yes, I have retinal overlays."

"Oh? Who are they leased from?"

"They're not leased. I own them. No ads that way."

Natalie's mouth dropped open.

Retinal overlays allowed media to be projected directly onto the wearer's eye, in super high definition. But they were so expensive that almost nobody could afford them. The payments even on leased implants were ruinous, far too high for most people to afford, and the leased ones came with compulsory advertising, projected directly onto the retina, where you couldn't even close your eyes to avoid them.

If Aura could afford to buy implants, she was very wealthy indeed. Certainly no keeper would buy her so lavish a gift. The money must surely be hers.

Dynatattoos. Mimetic clothing. Retinal implants. This "Princess Aura" certainly didn't need the income from the Programme, and with that sort of capital she could certainly afford to jump the queue for a reproduction licence.

Natalie suddenly realised her finger had been idly stroking the inner flesh of Aura's vagina. She hurriedly withdrew.

"Oh, don't stop!" Aura exclaimed, "I was just getting into that!"

Embarrassment pinking her cheeks, Natalie quickly used a removal tool to find and extract Aura's purity seal, and then unhooked the vaginal probe from beneath the seat.

"Oh this is more like it!" said Aura, enthusiastically, "Does it thrust?"

Natalie didn't answer, instead activating the probe, which slid smoothly forward, easily penetrating the candidate's ready passage.

"Needs more thrusting," Aura said, appraisingly, wiggling her hips on the impalement.

Natalie tried once more to get back on script, but something was nagging at her, a growing feeling she recognised "Princess Aura" from somewhere. She hadn't seen it at first, but when the woman had got naked, and now when she was spread-eagled on the examination chair, undulating her hips and moaning in pleasure, Natalie was convinced she'd seen this woman before.

She glanced down at the interview chart on her slate.

She'd done so many of these interviews that she knew the spiel off-by-heart, every phrase, every decision point, every alternate line of questioning she could follow depending on the subject's reaction.

She'd forgotten it all.

It was really hot in here.

Suddenly something struck her.

"Aura, do you have any other implants? Maybe a pheromonal gland of some kind?"

"Well done!" Aura replied, seemingly not in the least embarrassed at being found out, "It mostly works on men, but some women find it very... diverting too. It was very clever of you to spot it."

Natalie relaxed slightly. So that was why she was feeling so odd. Aura had been manipulating her body's responses with subconscious scent cues.

"Of course, I haven't got it turned on at the moment," Aura went on, "I only use it with partners who know about it, because it can have very strong effects. And it's not fair otherwise."

Natalie's stomach flipped. So why was she so... out of sorts?

She tried once again to concentrate on her questions.

"Any... any issues with restraint?" she asked.

"Well, I can get a bit carried away sometimes," Aura replied, with a grin.

Natalie blushed.

"That wasn't what you meant, was it?" Aura continued, "No, I'm fine with restraint. Tie me up, tie me down, flog me and frig me and plug me. It's all good."

Natalie groaned inwardly. Her script was doing her no good today.

She couldn't face asking the remainder of the questions, particularly not all the escalating questions about alien sex. They were designed to test the participant's limits. Today, it felt as though they would be testing her limits.

She picked up the heavy book of pictures. The visual archive.

That always had an impact.

Aura took it, and leafed lightly through the pages.

"Oh, this is lovely!" she cooed, and paused to show Natalie the page she was on.

It was a two-page spread, and it depicted a woman, naked save for a blue corset. She was inverted, her long hair cascading down beneath her dangling head, her limbs held tight and wide in the embrace of myriad pink, rugose tentacles. A number of feelers were attached to the woman's breasts, seemingly engaged in palpating her soft flesh. Wherever bare skin showed, small red welts were testament to how tightly the creature held her in its grip.

Several of the larger tentacles were thrust into her upturned vagina and anus.

"I've got a video similar to this," Aura said, "You can see the parcel of eggs going in. Would you like to watch it with me?"

Natalie hurriedly finished the examination, taking a tissue sample and withdrawing the probe. She went through the remaining points by rote.

"Now, the Programme is not without risk," she said, "But we have state-of-the-art medical facilities, including a regen tank."

"So you can fuck me up, then dunk me in the gunk to put me right? Cool."

There seemed nothing more for Natalie to say.

"So that's the Programme," she concluded, "Do you have any questions?"

"Just one," Aura replied, "Do you know who I am?"

Natalie glanced down at her data slate.

"Princess Aura Mongo," she replied, "It's on your application form."

"That's not my real name."

"I guessed as much, but that's fine. People quite often give us a pseudonym. We don't need your real n-"

"My real name is Ornella Mito."

"Okay, that's fine," Natalie said, "As I say, it doesn't matter..."

She trailed off.

Aura - no, Ornella, she reminded herself - seemed to be waiting for something. Some reaction she was looking for from Natalie. Natalie had no idea what was expected of her.

Finally, Ornella shrugged.

"As you say, it doesn't matter."

"Well okay, Aur- sorry, Ornella, if you've no other questions, I'll send you a contract to read. If you decide you want to apply to take part in the Programme, then sign it and we'll review your application and let you have our decision within two weeks."

"No need," Ornella replied, "I've already signed and sent it over to you. I did it before I got here this morning."

 

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